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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 11, 2016 18:57:07 GMT
"Cold shoulder?" She asked, finally glancing up at him from beneath the lip of her hood. Amy's accent was far too recognizable to be ignored, European and far older than most.
"Is that supposed to be a pun?"
Her make up was simple and significantly more modern than usual. Between that, the shade the hood still provided, and her clothes, it would be easy to mistake her for somebody else.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 11, 2016 20:44:16 GMT
Angel cocked his head. The accent was strange, but he had heard far too many accents over the last few years to make a note of it.
"Pun? How do you mean? I'm referring to the fact that since I've been here only one person has really been nice to me. His name is Octavian. He actually sat down and listened to my story. He's a nice guy, if you haven't met him then you're missing out."
Angel shook his head as he leaned back on the book case with a chuckle.
"Octavian's wife is a bit... Cold, but she seems like the kind of person that has a reason behind it. I feel for her, she's obviously got some dark spots in her past but I'm sure underneath it all she's really nice. Just most don't get to see it."
Angel laughed a small laugh.
"And I'm pretty sure she hates me so I doubt I'll ever see that side of her. But so long as I keep my word I'm sure she'll at least come to respect me, and that's all I can really ask..."
Angel sighed and sat for a moment longer before standing up.
"Sorry for interrupting your reading time, I'll leave ya be."
He would start to walk away before he remembered why he wanted to talk to her.
"Oh, sorry, one last question I promise! Do you happen to know who or where the bookkeeper for this library is?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 20, 2016 18:44:43 GMT
The woman was stunned into silence as he spoke so openly about both her and her husband. Was he really oblivious to the tell-tale frost that existed like a layer around her? Did he not recall the unnatural cold from his time in her home? Was he not able to recognize her strange European accent? There were only two people that spoke with the same soft lilt, and one was worshiping the feet of their Antidullivian in hopes of maintaining his position in the Ventrue Clan.
She tilted her head up just a bit further as he began to walk away from her, watching his retreat with curious, icy eyes. A few more locks of her silver hair fell free from her hood. As Angel turned back to her, she even closed her book, staring at him from beneath the shadows of the black cloth.
"I am not certain you should seek out the bookkeeper by your lonesome, Angel," she said, wondering if he would notice just who he was speaking to now that she had called him by name. Or would he be so oblivious as to think he had given this stranger at the library his name?
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 22, 2016 3:08:19 GMT
Angel froze staring at her. He hadn't shared his name... Had he? No that couldn't be it he- then he noticed the silver hair escaping from the hood and suddenly her familiar accent solidified itself in his mind, and the sudden cold began to make sense.
"P-Prince?"
He asked quietly and cautiously as he took a small step backwards. He wasn't sure whether to be embarrassed, afraid, or shocked. Of all the places he didn't expect to run into the Prince here.
"What are you- I mean... I thought you wouldn't be in a place so close to... The people you don't care for."
They were still in public best not to break the masquerade especially in front of the Prince.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 22, 2016 3:33:42 GMT
As recognition finally flashed across his features, a slow smile touched her lips. It was not quite dismissive, but it was obvious that she was amused by his realization. Her chin tilted up once more and icy eyes came into view, her features in his sight. She did not speak for a moment, allowing him to stutter and stammer as it all washed over him. What he had said... What he had done...
She couldn't help but snicker.
Without her make-up, Amy looked significantly younger than she did in the Victorian dresses she wore around her own home. Often, with her position of power, it was easy to forget that she had only been eighteen when Embraced, and barely even that. She looked child-like, youthful, and dare one say it... innocent.
"This is still my City," she murmured, voice difficult to hear. Kine usually did not bother to come into this section of the library, but she did not want to risk it. "I am allowed wherever I please, and I enjoy surrounding myself with books."
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 22, 2016 16:08:33 GMT
"Y-yes ma'am. My apologies..."
He would say lowering his his head.
"I meant no disrespect ma'am."
He would scratch the back of his head in confusion and embarrassment for a moment before speaking.
"So... Why shouldn't I seek the bookkeeper?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 22, 2016 16:18:40 GMT
She remained silent, her head tilting to one side as he apologized profusely. He was a nervous person, it seemed, and he had a reason to be. As a Tremere, he was not the most liked of her citizens...
And she had demons in her City.
"The Bookkeeper is the local leader of the Tremere Clan," she murmured softly, obviously amused.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 22, 2016 18:06:12 GMT
Angel face fell and he sighed.
"Of course it is..."
Angel leaned against the bookshelf and rubbed his good eye.
"Stupid fucking book... Sending me to places I have no want to go to."
He would mumble to himself as he sat there. Then after a moment he composed himself and look back to the Prince.
"So... He has something I need. Any advice on how best to approach that situation?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 22, 2016 20:08:37 GMT
Amy allowed Angel his ramblings for a moment, her only response a very slight raising of one brow. Book? Had the Tremere gone mad as well? It seemed her entire City was on the brink of absolute insanity. For months, she had come to watch the citizens of Nagasaki slowly lose themselves, and many were no better than the children of Malkav themselves. She wondered what it was that kept pushing them all closer and closer to that precipice.
When his attention finally turned back to her, she was the same stoic woman he knew from her manor, even if she did look like a child. He seemed focused on the idea of the Bookkeeper, an infamous Tremere that often locked himself in the basement, away from the prying eyes of the Kine. He, too, was mad... Nearly as mad as Findero.
"What information is it that you seek?" she asked softly.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 23, 2016 3:31:05 GMT
"Master Finn pointed me in his direction to find another Sargon Fragment."
He would say plainly.
"I have the Journal of Sargon and I need to find the other fragments in order to find out more about Sargon, and apparently, me."
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 23, 2016 19:26:42 GMT
For a moment, shock crossed her features. The Journal of Sargon... It was a lost artifact, one that she had not bothered to follow. As far as she was concerned, it was a useless tool indeed. During the medieval times, many people had gotten their greedy hands on the journal, but not one had been able to read the writing scrawled across the pages. To know that this Tremere, this stranger to her City, had ahold of it...
Then, his words really settled in. Master Finn. She leaned her head back slowly, laughter falling from her lips. It was not cruel or aggressive, but amused. Her hair fell around her face in gentle curls, bouncing as her shoulders rose and fell. Finn, Primogen of the Malkavian Clan, was absolutely insane in every sense of the word.
"What is it that you offered Mister Lauden in hopes of garnering his honesty and assistance in this adventure?"
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 23, 2016 19:45:01 GMT
Angel was taken aback by her laughter. It wasn't something he had heard before or even expected to hear honestly. But her question.
"We agreed on..."
Angel paused. Confused. As he thought about it they hadn't made a deal... Finn just offered Angel a riddle...
"Or rather... When I asked what he wanted in exchange for information he offered me a riddle, the answer of which was bookkeeper. Which lead me here... So I don't think I offered him anything?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 23, 2016 19:55:57 GMT
Her laughter only grew. Both thin arms wrapped around her waist, as if she were attempting to hold herself together. She couldn't blame Angel for his ignorance, that she knew. She had researched the Mau Clan, and they had no direct dealings with the Camarilla. He would have no way of knowing anything about the Malkavians and how they functioned. Still, she was so amused, there were pricks of tears at the edges of her eyes.
She was struggling to regain her composure. Amy did not look like the perfect Prince that she always strives to be, but like the little girl she truly was. Angel was seeing her as exactly who and what she was, beneath the Ventrue training.
And in that moment, she was amused.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 23, 2016 20:29:27 GMT
Angel was confused by the laughter. Not sure if it was good or bad, but for the moment he just enjoyed it. So apparently there was an actual person underneath the cold exterior. That was nice to know. He wouldn't say she was warming up to him but at least she felt comfortable enough to not keep complete shields up. That was a nice sentiment. He would have to discuss this with Octavian next time they chatted.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 23, 2016 21:03:42 GMT
Her laughter continued for another few moments, until tears began to tumble across her cheeks. The red stained her pale skin, but she seemed oblivious to that. Finally managing to compose herself once more, she straightens up to look up at him, pulling out a little piece of fabric from one of her pockets to wipe the tears away. She was smiling once more, looking up at him.
"Findero Lauden is a Malkavian. Mister Angel, do you know anything about the Malkavian?"
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