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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 9, 2016 22:10:46 GMT
Eto's aggression made the little whiskered girl snicker. She gave a shake of her head. It wasn't that she disagreed with his assessment, but she wasn't going to be the one saying it. She had spent far too many years with Amy to be able to tolerate Tremere, mages, or any other magic user. She brushed her fingers through her hair thoughtfully.
"It's easy to beat that shield," she murmured thoughtfully. "I know Nichiya pretty well. He trained me, once upon a time, so I know his little tricks." She raised one hand and gave a wiggle of her fingers. "The shield is his ace in the hole, so if you got him to use it, that means he thinks you can beat him."
Nuko gave a little shrug of her shoulders. She rubbed her hands together. "You said you went human? How did you manage that? I thought you are an Assamite? Like, Kindred? Vampire?" What word did he use? She knew that Amy was vehemently against the use of the word vampire but her family had used it fairly liberally. She knew different people had different opinions on the word.
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Post by Eto on Mar 9, 2016 23:01:52 GMT
Eto nodded a bit, thinking on her statement for a long moment before responding. "I can't really explain it well but I can show you." He paused for a moment fishing out a couple of packs of blood from his cloak, setting them out on the bench next to him. "Will I be safe here? He asked as he slipped off his cloak, folding it carefully and placing it next to the packs of blood.
It would be obvious to her that there was tattooing from his throat down and from his wrists up his arms, all done in bone white ink. Those tattoos began to glow softly, and if she could feel it, there would be a slow trickle of human leaking into his power and his aura. " I'm not sure if I'm an Assamite or not. But I am a vampire." His voice carried with it two tones. One bestial, dark, the other, light, almost innocent.
He closed his eyes slowly, and took a deep breath, speaking slowly. "I really hope I don't piss the locals off." He couldn't stop the grin from forming on his face as he opened his eyes to stare into the golden eyes of Nuko. The ruby red of his eyes began to bleed back to its vibrant green. "Not all vampire though." His tone was taking far more of the light than the dark as he spoke to her, taking great care of the process of letting out this kind of power. "I'm going to have to put all this power somewhere. Just so you know." He grinned.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 9, 2016 23:17:08 GMT
Nuko couldn't help the wicked little grin as he asked if he was safe. She gave a nod and stood up, noticing how quickly Killy appeared at her side. One arm wrapped delicately around her waist but he didn't try to stop the man in front of them as he stripped down and exposed his tattoos. Her head tilted to one side and she leaned forward, the action childlike, to get a better look at the markings.
Her head tilted to one side, curiosity evident and obvious. When she looked back up, she startled, breathing in slowly through her nose. Her grin became wide, feral, and incredibly amused. Lowering herself slightly, she gave a bit of a wiggle. "Need something?" She murmured, the low growl of a challenge deepening her voice. "How about a race?"
She wouldn't wait for his response. Turning, she bounded through the clearing and towards the trees. Out of all of the people in the city, it was the Wraith who could actually keep up with him. In less than a second, she was in the forest, moving through the familiar terrain smoothly, easily.
Killy, however, stayed in the clearing, giving a shake of his head. He was used to his wife's antics.
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Post by Eto on Mar 9, 2016 23:59:24 GMT
Eto grinned and more power broke free, another binding loose. He took off as she did, blazing through the woods leaping and jumping over and through the dense undergrowth. The woods seemed somehow more alive to him as his darkness ebbed away into nothingness. Every Gangrel in the area that could feel power would as he shifted into full and complete human. A human in a vampires body, charged on demons blood.
The green eyed vampire laughed, the sound echoed behind him as he burst through the trees. Chasing after the wraith of Nuko. "Faster faster faster!" He urged them both on with a giddy innocents completely opposite his normal form. "Run!" He broke directions leaping over a small ravine, just to feel the wind on his face for that moment.
"Hahahahaha!" His voice continued it's melodic echo as the pair raced through the woods, raced with such speed that most of the animals in the woods would completely miss them, and not a few of the local Gangrel would be 'tagged' as the olive skinned vampire shot by them
"You're it!" Being the only thing that they would consciously detect. Eto was after the golden eyed Gangrel and it was fun!
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 10, 2016 1:19:15 GMT
The Gangrel squealed in surprise as somebody rushed passed him, all turning to try and figure out what was going on. Somebody touched them but their confusion prevented them from running after the strange gust of wind. Only Rumor made a gleeful noise, turning to try and chase after the thing she couldn't see. Of course, she had no chance of actually keeping up with him.
Nuko, however, had a headstart. She managed to keep just in front of Eto. Keeping out of his sight, she threw herself up, catching a low hanging branch. She pulled herself up to hide in the leaves, waiting for him to pass by. Jumping at just the right time, she would land on his shoulder, sending them both tumbling onto the ground. She made a noise of pure mirth, then used him to bounce back, sprinting.
"Too slow!" She was already gone again. She was leading him back around towards the Memorial. If he didn't catch her beforehand, she would slow down enough for him to catch her at the edge of the clearing.
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Post by Eto on Mar 25, 2016 3:36:21 GMT
Eto was after her keeping almost perfect pace with her through the woods and the undergrowth. They were both fast, faster than they really had the right to be. Eto would come to a rather sudden stop the moment he made the clearing. Power and energy radiating off of him as he grinned at Nuko. Everything in the vampire was elated, his olive complexion seemed so very out of place on the frail looking vampire.
"More?" He asked, that same almost maniac grin on his face. He wasn't crazy, but like a kid who finally got to go outside, he was excited, happy to stretch his legs without fear, without concern for his other half.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 25, 2016 3:58:16 GMT
The moment he slowed, Nuko threw her tiny frame at him. As thin as the veil was in her clearing, it was easy to solidify herself, to appear almost completely normal and alive. All ninety pounds of the tiny Gangrel would collapse into Eto in hopes of sending them both tumbling to the ground.
Using her speed, she rolled two feet away from him, laughing wildly in amusement. Almost instantaneously, she was back to her feet, rocking to her toes before launching herself away once more. "Catch me if you can!" She squealed, not unlike a child.
Cherry blossom pink hair made her easy to follow through the woods, but she seemed interested in giving him quite the chase. Nuko avoided any paths and hurried through the trees, using branches to catapult herself forward. She was making her way towards the topmost hill in the free territories, overlooking a river. The moonlight made her shimmer, a reminder that she was just a ghost, but she didn't seem to mind.
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Post by Eto on Mar 27, 2016 7:27:16 GMT
Eto collapsed yet again under her weight, neither of the pair were particularly heavy. As she tumbled, he'd scramble to his feet. It was like a game of cat and mouse, neither of them truly winning, neither of them really having any interest in the destination, just the journey. Eto was moving after the wraith, keeping pace with all that overflowing power, all that speed. He didn't use the branches, or the bushes to move forward, he just pushed harder and harder, pulling more and more of that power, that force that was the combination of both of his sides, and the darkness, that horrible thing inside him seemed more than willing to pour power into him. A trade of sorts, power for freedom.
They looked like polar opposites as they flew through the woods. The ghostly wraith of Nuko, a being of shimmering light, and the olive complexion of the vampire following her, a being of darkness. Two sides to the same coin, rushing off through the woods, up the hill. Eto skidded to a halt when he hit the top of the hill, his bright green eyes looking over the river itself. How long had it been since his human eyes had gotten the chance to actually look and view something as beautiful? He was always a last resort, or an explanation. He wasn't ever free to just be.
The Assamite looked across the area with a sort of wonder that could only be described as childlike. He wanted to rush to the river to swim, to touch to be around the water that gave life. Yet he would always be apart of it. Only the barest hints of a whisper touched his lips as he stood there, bleeding power. "Beautiful."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 27, 2016 19:16:33 GMT
The trees had thinned the further they had ran until, eventually, they gave way to a field of soft grass, stretching out over that final curve of the hill. They were significantly higher here than they were in the clearing Inuko claimed as home, and nothing blocked the view of a stretching indigo sky, littered with stars. A moon, waxing, sat pregnant in the middle, shining Luna's light down on the pair. Two miles straight down was the river, deep and rolling, surrounded on both sides by grassy lands that yawned out before disappearing into the Gangrel forest.
Inuko stood with her arms outstretched, looking fainter than she had moments before. Her tiny frame glimmered in the light of the moon, looking as if she might disappear at any moment. Purring softly, she stood there beside the Assamite, the man who had called her Prince a whore, the monster that could fight alongside Findero Lauden, and she felt completely at peace.
"Tell me, Etonis Vadia," she said softly in that low, growling voice that seemed so completely separate from her adorable appearance. "What brought you out to my home? What led you to dance with me? To run with me?" She turned her face towards him once more, dropping her arms and dancing back a few graceful steps, the silver of her whiskers catching the light of the moon. There was no suspicion nor hatred in the golden depths of her eyes, but amusement showed freely in the curve of her lips.
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Post by Eto on Mar 27, 2016 19:34:32 GMT
Eto let her questions float around in his mind for a while, only half heard. The view and the freedom. The wind, just the wind on his truly human face bringing him a level of joy he hadn't known in quite some time. His voice when he spoke was a mixture of confusion and joy. "The oddly titled prince sent me out, to speak with you of Nichiya, that was why I came." He made sure to include the past tense of the word. He didn't want any confusion. "I stayed and watched you and your husband dance. I know this might sound a bit odd, but roaming around for more than two centuries is tiring. I haven't seen the companionship..." He paused a bit, tilting his head to the side.
"I should clarify, I can only speak for myself." Emerald green eyes flashed a darker, far more dangerous oily black for only a moment before a sad smile sprang to his lips. "I" he reiterated, "haven't seen companionship, love, caring, or any of those things in the vampires I've been around for the last two hundred years. I knew nothing of your Camarilla, or your Masquerade ball, or any of those things. I had never experienced them until I came here. I don't particularly know why it was so nice to watch you dance with him. It was heartfelt with both of us. Dancing was like playing an instrument only with your whole body." He stopped wondering at the little Gangrel for a while, his emerald eyes just watching her, there was no other agenda there, just a deep inquiry.
"Before I answer why I ran with you, why have you welcomed me here?" He asked in a tone strangely empty of feelings. It was obvious in his stance and in his eyes that he was in fact feeling, probably overwhelmed with feelings. "If my understanding of the Clans are correct, you should have decapitated me the moment I set foot near your Memorial. I have insulted your oddly titled prince to her face, and I have responded to an attack by one of your own city Brujah with violence. Why then did you not simply kill me?" He asked, turning to stare once again out at the river.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 27, 2016 22:11:59 GMT
The tiny Scourge offered him a nod at his initial explanation, meeting his gaze almost idly, as if it didn't bother her. She was not afraid of what his powers could do, and that was obvious in the casual way she stared him in the eye, something many Kindred had learned to never do, no matter the individual they were holding a conversation with. Whether she was bold or just stupid was often up for debate, but those that knew Inuko understood that her complete lack of concern came from years of training her mind to be a cast iron trap. Her will was impeccable, especially for one with so little self control.
She seemed to relax into his words, her smile genuine and delicate upon her features. During life, or unlife, she had been a rather happy child, enjoying the time she spent with her twisted little family and her husband of more than two centuries. Despite everything, she had found a way to be happy. That happiness, however, had come at a price, and when Killy's death had been faked, she had lost a very large part of herself. Her happiness, then, had not come easily. The depression that had cloaked her entire life in Nagasaki had been shed, with the help of the red haired Irishman that also haunted their Memorial. It was sometimes a rare sight, her smile. Yet, she offered it freely to Eto, and it only grew as he questioned her.
"Killy and I... We're not young, anymore. Haven't been for a long, long time," she explained softly, turning her attention back to the sky. If one looked, it would almost be mystical, the way the moon spotlighted the Wraith. "I know a good man when I see one. You might be a sand nigger, and you might be a bit stupid where the Camarilla is concerned, but you're not a bad guy. Plus, you help the Golden Boy out. That's something."
Why didn't she kill him? That was almost what was expected of her. Fiercely protective and more than a little brash, she often lived by the ideology of "hit first, ask questions later." Yet, the moment he had walked into her holy grounds, she had welcomed him. She had offered her hand in friendship, and he had accepted it. He danced with her. He enjoyed Killy's music. She knew that everybody in the City that had not known her for more than the fifteen years she had lived here would have expected her to grab hold of Eto and tear him apart... and she knew very well that she could. Intangible, incorporeal, she was even more of an adversary now than she had ever been before.
"Killy didn't smell anything bad on you, and neither did I. I figured you had a reason for what you did. Plus, hey. You danced with me. That's always nice." Finally, she turned her golden gaze back towards his face, giving a little, almost child-like wrinkle of her nose that made her whiskers bounce.
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Post by Eto on Mar 27, 2016 23:58:09 GMT
Eto listened, and the smile that was apparent on his face grew by a few leagues. "Not that I don't appreciate the compliment, but I am not a good man..." He tilted his head a bit studying Nuko curiously. "Man doesn't really apply anymore." He shrugged a bit and looked back out and across the river. He took the time to sit down in the soft grass pulling one knee up to his chin. He could feel his power slowly beginning to fade away, and if he passed out there he could be baked in only a few short hours time. The thought was fleeting and he didn't really have time to be dead.
"I ran with you, because it's freedom. There aren't rules, there aren't codes, there aren't... Things." He obviously struggled with the wording. "I'm not bound like I am everywhere else. I can just be... Human..." He shrugged again. Explaining what it was like to be in his body and in his mind sharing that space with a completely separate being was not something he was particularly good at, there were only two people who knew about it. One who'd done it, and the other got to 'experience' it first hand.
"Sorry I came to kill Nichiya and other members of your family. Still trying to find a place to call home, and I've only got one set of skills, and they're not exactly social." He shrugged again. "It's the best I can do."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 28, 2016 0:07:18 GMT
"You're a good man, like Killy is a good man. You remind me of him when he and I first met," Inuko admitted, a look of obvious affection crossing her features. She glanced back towards the Assasmite, and once more, it was obvious to see the resemblance. The hair, the eyes, the thin frame, the speed... the death that obviously clung to both sets of shoulders. "Not as petulant, though." She stuck her tongue out between sharp sets of fangs, winking one eye and making a comical expression before chuckling, turning her face back up towards the sky.
Unlike most creatures, Nuko did not seem affected by him sitting down. She didn't see it as him putting himself beneath her, nor did she see it as a disrespect. It was simply an action, and one that she could understood. Inhuman stamina or not, they had just sped through miles upon miles of unfamiliar territory, and he had managed to keep up with her. It was an impressive feat, but surely a tiring one. Besides, his position looked comfortable.
She waved away his apology without bothering to look back to him, listening close to every word he spoke. She flinched, an obvious expression, as he said Nichiya's name. Her uncle... The man had helped to raise her when she had first stumbled into the DeMorieve coven, back in France. She had once looked up to him, adored him. That had quickly been shattered, whenever her mother, father, aunt, and uncle left, all going to Perth, Australia, where they felt they could start fresh and new. Of course, that was not to be. Perth was far from a good experience for her.
"Let me guess," she said, her tone obviously soured, filled with hate and animosity, and not a fraction of that negativity aimed for Eto. "You want Nichiya, Abbs, and Matrea. Maybe even Marth. Am I right?" She cast a downward glance toward the Assamite, her sneer showing her utter contempt for the names she had heard. She didn't care to keep the fact that she knew of his and Don's involvement a secret. There was no need. If he thought she didn't know what was going on in the City... he was daft, and he didn't DESERVE the answers she had.
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Post by Eto on Mar 28, 2016 0:22:57 GMT
The moment those names left her lips Eto stilled, green eyes very slowly bleeding to a black rimmed red, the color of his skin beginning to melt away to perfect alabaster. "Those people..." His words were dark, angry, filled with more than contempt but hatred. "They all deserve to die, and not pretty deaths." His words came out as a growl, and the happiness, the life that seemed to have filled him had quickly drained away, leaving that ever hungry beast in it's wake. Eto's beast was much different than that of all of the other vampires in the city. His was an entire persona, all his negative emotions given life, given personality, and occasionally given freedom.
He stood then, not that he wasn't already comfortable. But suddenly he didn't feel comfortable enough to sit. "Don didn't deserve what happened to her. No one deserves that." Those words weren't even words so much as animalistic growls. "And those BEASTS don't deserve to breathe." Those multicolored eyes turned on Nuko with a fury and hatred that was very obviously not directed at her. His hands dropped automatically to the scimitars at his belt. It wasn't a threatening gesture, even the beast had those few things that comforted it.
"Apologies if this was a bad time." Eto looked back down the hill they were standing on, looking for the easiest route out. "Heard you were a fighter in your day old lady. If you're ever looking for some practice, I'd be happy to work with you." Those eyes didn't meet hers again. They were very focused on the path below him, and that aura that seemed to surround him in a lifelike glow earlier had turned hate filled. Furious and ready for blood.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 28, 2016 0:28:20 GMT
She understood his anger easily, simply. She remembered when she had first learned of what her uncle had done to the woman she had come to love and respect as a sister. The demoness was a good person as well, at least in the golden eyes of the Gangrel Wraith. Her head tilted to one side as he snarled at her, accepting every ounce of fury. It was not aimed towards her, that she understood, but it fed her in the way conflict always did. In the Shadowlands, her muscles tensed, and the glimmer that made her seem almost incorporeal disappeared. She stood before him, solid and seemingly alive.
Crouching down, she balanced on the balls of her feet, looking to meet his gaze. He offered to fight with her, after commenting on her past. If he knew anything about what she used to do, then he knew very well that he should run in the other direction, and fast. As fast as his pretty little legs could let him. Her smile crept across her face slowly, carefully, and exposed two rows of perfectly formed predator teeth. Her eyes were wide, black beginning to bleed into the gold in rings. Even as a Wraith, her vampiric curses still affected her. Immensely.
"You know," she murmured, her voice a similar bestial growl. "You think they should die? Like, die-die? That can be arranged, and I can help you with that. Matrea and Marth... They're my uncles. Just like Nichiya, they trained me. They taught me their ways. And I know exactly how to take them both down." It was obvious that his rage and fury was shared, the hairs on her arms beginning to stand up straight. She understood that Eto was a fighter by nature, that he was a warrior, but against the Brothers of the Devil House? Even he might fall. She could assure that THAT... would not happen. "In fact, I can show you how to take them both down. Without help."
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