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 Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:01 pm
Fanya Endina sat lazily at a large stone chair in the meeting room. It was decorated with runes from several different cultures, though the dominant relief at the top consisted of the symbol of her clan; what appeared to be drama masks, tainted slightly red, though barely noticeable.
The chair, despite being made of stone, was rather comfortable, to her at least. It had a velvet covered cushion and runes decorated the entire structure. She sat with her legs hanging over one side, her arm resting on the opposite arm rest as her legs, and her back leaning against corner where that arm and the chair back met. Her head rested on the cool stone and she stared forward toward the wall, waiting with what seemed the patience of time itself.
She wore dark pants, comfortable and loose fitting, and a tighter shirt with a collar and no sleeves. Her shoes were sandles, black like the rest of her clothing. A large jacket that covered her from neck to toe had been thrown onto the chair before she sat down. Currently, her legs were pinning it down.
She heard rustling outside the door and paused, turning her head slowly to it. She wondered briefly if it was someone coming for the meeting or a foolish passerby. If it wasn't someone who should have been there, she was certain she could handle getting them away. It would be easy enough, she just didn't feel like moving from the chair just yet.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:17 pm
AURA: GOLD / RED / LIGHT GREEN / LAVENDER
Paul turned and went into the building. He saw the first vampire - one of the Fitholos clan. He wasn't very trusting of that clan mainly because of their leader. He could see no aura within her - almost like she was a true undead, like a zombie or a thrull. He was instantly very uncomfortable. He knew it was just going to get worse so he continued and sat at the head of the table opposite Fanya. To the undead, his cross shown like a bright maglight, corrisponding with how gold his aura got.
"A Fitholos eh? You guys certainly are punctual." He said slowly, his hand at the handle of his dirk, "You have fed today right?" Now thats a good way to start a conversation with an emotionless vampire.
He sat up straight in the chair, the light from the cross not allowing the Fitolos to try and sap his emotion.
"When do you think the others will arrive? I'd like to get this whole song and dance meeting out of the way." He made a large sigh.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:27 pm
Fanya's eyes followed the hunter as he entered, her expression as lazy as her poise. She didn't even bother standing to greet him. Despite the light from the cross she watched him a moment, taking in his aura. She didn't even glance at his hand on the dirk.
"Always conservative," She looked away finally to rest her eyes from the light. "I suppose it must be a ruse for the others." She spoke more to herself. "No, I have not fed yet." She looked down at her hand, noticing the delicate curve of the fingers. Another lazy observation. "Much like you adorning that cross to blind us at a neutral meeting ground, feeding before this gathering is pointless." Her eyes drifted toward the wood of the table, following the curves and grooves.
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Posted: Tue Sep 19, 2006 10:38 pm
AURA: GOLD / BROWN / LAVENDER / LIGHT GREEN
"Bah, I'm not going to a gunfight without Kevlar. I don't care what the Bishops say - I don't trust you leaches. The sooner i'm outa this cursed town the better and whos to say you'd try to feed on me had I not brought it?" His tone was somewhat annoyed. He hated how the Fitolos were. Always so blunt - unlike the other clans.
He felt that chill up his spine that he always got when a Drakulus started sneaking up on him. He turned to look, his hand slowly unsheathing his dirk. After seeing it was just paranoia, he turned back to the Fitolos. He noticed the masks - and that they actually had specific one color aura to them. He felt slightly disturbed that she was displaying them like trophies.
"Geeze. Always so gaudy." He whispered under his breath as he looked at each one.
He slowly sheathed his dirk.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 11:12 am
As Nahala walked down the stone corridor to the meeting her long claws clicked dramatically. I don't even know WHY I have to be here...these pathetic humans shouldn't be involved in such private business... She grumbled within her mind.
Once she had reached the large doors she began to transform into her true form. "Fitholos." She breathed when she had swung the heavy door open to see the two in there, her eyes remaining cat-like in appearance as she finished changing.
Everything about her appearance would send shivers up a normal mans spine. She had on a long piece of red velvet cloth wrapped tightly around her body to cover just the right places before being wrapped and held tightly around her ankle by a black broach with a red claw. Her hair was long and luxurious black curls that hung in layers just above the small of her back, her skin a marbled white and her full lips were stained a dark plum.
With a long glance over towards the man she glided over to a stone chair then sat with her back straight while they waited for the meeting to begin.
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Posted: Wed Sep 20, 2006 5:33 pm
Navashen followed Paul. He wanted to keep his head down so he wouldn't have to look at these monsters, but he knew in order to gain any bit of respect from them he had to lift his face. He didn't hold his head too high, just level like his mentor. He, too, wore a cross. His was silver with a tiny effigy of his savior crucified on it. It was a constant reminder of who died to give his race another chance. Now he and the other hunters were there to make sure his death would not be in vain. The cross was clearly old for marks of tarnish were visible all over and on the chain.
Navashen sat beside Paul and stayed quiet. A piece of him didn't want to be here but he knew he had to be. Nahala walked in. He kept his face void of emotion as she walked in. In all honesty, he wanted to get out when Nahala came in. He wanted to get this over with and quick.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 5:57 pm
Paul looked over to Navashen, "Don't try to be secretive around these things, Navashen. Try to whisper they'll hear, try to think and they'll see. They're wretched things - I know but still, just know you're completely exposed when your around them. That over there," He nodded to Nahala, "Is Grengel. People thought of them as Werewolves in the past but the curch has finally got some information on them. They don't feed on humans but that doesn't mean they don't attack them."
"Next," He looked over to Fanya, "Are the Fitholos. Thank your savior that your wearing that cross right now or you'd be in a very bad mood right now. The Fitholi feed on emotion and replace the absorbed emotion with the exact opposite emotion. Feeling spiritual? Well, they'll suck that up and make you want to commit blasphemy. They're like misquitos. Pests."
"The most rumoured and talked about clan is the Drakulus clan. They're the blood suckers. They'll drain you dry and then use whatever experience and powers you once had and use it against others - thus, drinking from more. The ones you should really fear.." As he spoke, Nirvall - the leader of the Daemaniske Clan floated through a wall. Sitting opposite from Nahala.
"The Daemaniske," He leered at the blurred image of the vampire, "They push your soul out and take your body as their own. The only way to kill a daemaniske is to shatter its blood crystal. But thats on their coarpse. Hidden wherever they keep it."
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 6:55 pm
A small smirk twisted the corner of Nahala's soft lips when she heard Paul talking about her. It amused her to see his apprentice squirming under the presence of them. Her smirk continued to twist up into a full smile as she crossed one leg over towards Navashen before slowly turning her head over to pierce into him with her green eyes.
When Nirvall sat infront of her she tore her gaze from Navashen and looked over the spirit before her. Her smile faded rapidly at the feel of him so near her but she kept her composure, forcing herself to look at him directly rather than try to get farther back in her chair.
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Posted: Thu Sep 21, 2006 7:11 pm
Nirvall looked at Nahala, all of the sudden she could feel something pushing its way into her very being.. Some of her personality becoming somethign she wasn't. The blurred image of the vampire smirked as it retracted its hand from her soul. like a dam being opened everything she was came back.
"Glad to feel you again Nahala." Its voice came across like a thousand dared whispers. Each one shrieking in pain as each voice finished the sentence.
His blood red pinpoints for eyes fell on Paul, "Good to see you again hunter. I do hope that nasty bounty on me has been retracted from the church.."
Paul glared, slowly standing from his seat as Nirvall directed the question to him. As he rose two long beams of light flickered in form on his back, the wings of a saint. They almost incompassed the whole room in their majestic beauty.
"You'd best pray to whatever gad you sleep with Nirvall that I don't get bored tracking Infernalists in this city." His words made Nirvall slowly lean back in his chair - trying to stay away from the saint. As Paul's words echoed in the seemingly dead meeting hall, a small ring of light circled the crown of his head.
Nirvall was quiet now, Paul sat back down. The holy image of paul slowly retracted back into his body. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes.
"I hate this place." He put simply.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 6:23 am
Nahala gripped the stone chair at the feel of Nivall entering her soul. "And it's good to be felt by you Nivall." She seethed through clenched teeth once he had withdrawn. Her voice was soft and gentle but her tone held a dangerous edge to it as she continued to force being proper around Nivall. I despise the Daemaniske...she thought with a cold shiver then turned to the saint.
"As do I but they find it necessary for us to...cooperate...with each other..." She whispered to him, having shifted in her seat to escape the light of his wings.
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 8:57 pm
Navashen listened to the words of his mentor carefully as he explained their nature, the very actions that set each vampire into a specific group of the race. Navashen already knew these, but only through literature. He was just beginning his experience around these creatures he once knew as legend. It was much more different than flipping through the page of an old book.
He looked into Nahala's eyes as she stared into his. She wanted to read him; see what made him tick. He wasn't sure what to do. It would be foolish to give a glare. That would only start something and perhaps reveal a weakness. To look away would be pointless. That would show he was nervous. He did the only thing he thought was wise, stare back with an emotionless countenance. He wasn't sure how long he could keep it up, but thankfully didn't have to once the ghost of a vampire had caught Nahala's attention. Navashen could have let out a breath of relief, but knew that wouldn't be wise.
He sat quiet while Paul and Nirvall spoke. His mentor was so brave, Navashen didn't know how he couldn't ever live up to be like him one day. The man made the morbid creature squirm back into his seat when he stood for goodness sake! Of course Navashen was not the enemy and could not see his mentor's wings of light or at least not entirely. When Paul showed such bravery and strength that it lifted Navashen's heart, Navashen would always imagine some sort of unseen aura around his master. It made him proud to work under such a man
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Posted: Fri Sep 22, 2006 10:08 pm
Fanya remained seated with her legs over one arm of her chair. She said nothing as the apprentice, the Grengal and the Daemaniske entered. Instead she studied each. Their emotions leaked through their auras. She loved to watch the shifting colors.
It would have made her sad that the apprentice too wore protection against her, but instead she simply looked to the next. The grengal had quite a bit to offer emotion wise, but Fanya wasn't interested in feeding just yet. She didn't want to get worked up before this thing got started.
Nirvall, the Daemaniske, was colorful indeed. She watched him a few moments, again refusing to feed, not caring at the moment whether she did or not. So much emotion floating in one room.
"My how you all flare..." Fanya looked away lazily as Paul's saint form appeared before them. She looked instead to the apprentice. It amazed her that he could not see the man's form. Were humans really so blind? Strange creatures, the lot of them.
Then again they were quite the combination here tonight.
"You are all too emotional for anything to come fromt his meeting," She leaned her head to the side, then shifted slightly so she could see the ceiling comfortably when she leaned her head back over the arm of the chair. "All of you should think more productively or nothing any of you might agree upon will come from this."
She spoke calmly not looking at any of them in particular.
"Does anyone know the whereabouts of our Drakulus clan leader?" She turned her head so she could see them again, though from her angle and position they all seemed to be sitting on a sideways platform. Her emotionless gaze fell on each in turn, taking nothing from any of them.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 3:22 pm
Without missing a beat, Jocelyn entered as if summoned. The doors creaked open for her entry, and her voluptuous form glided into the spacious meeting area.
Her hair shone so black, there seemed to be a blue gleam to its shine as she walked gracefully towards her fellows in blood. The soft twisted curls bounced slightly, passing in front of her blue-gray eyes that sparkled and shone like pale sapphires. Her attire was very form fitting, dark and sleek. In a way, she was very... alluring. Not simply to behold, but something else that drew attention.
Yet once she started to pass the hunters, she couldn't help herself. She invaded their space. She came closely between them, trailing her fingers over their shoulders. "My my my...." she said throatily. "To think I was late for this..." she paused, glancing them over and then winking. As easily as breathing she bent ever so slightly, and flipped backwards, reappearing near Fanya and the others.
"Forgive me, for I was... shall we say, distracted," she apologized smoothly, like silk in water. She added another wink to the hunters, just to keep them on their toes.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 5:54 pm
Paul's muscles tensed as soon as she touched him. His hand went straight to his dirk at his side and it was half way out before he realized she was playing with them. He slid the weapon back into its sheath and brushed off her empty flirtatious gestures by pulling out his bible and laying it on the table. It was deffinately old and had a few holes where it had protected him from either a bullet or an attempt to drain him.
"You didn't miss anything." He said cooly, his want to kill these four creatures almost taking over him as his eye twitched. But by the utter grace of God he was capable to calm himself.
"Lets get this over with. What information do you have on these demon worshipers?" He looked up, his eyes icy as they glared at the only vampire who has tried to touch him today. His aura was diffinately swirlling with a crimson color. But the Gold could be seen restraining the swirls.
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Posted: Mon Sep 25, 2006 7:04 pm
Bemused, Jocelyn chuckled at the restraint on the hunter's expression and aura. "Tsk tsk," she tutted, wagging a finger with a slight half-smile. "All work and no play makes Mr. Hunter a dull boy."
Once he started speaking; however, she began to pace, never one to be still for long, unless out stalking. Though once she caught his glare, she only smiled more, not even bothering showing her teeth, he was too... calm for that. This one has his emotions roiling, yet he keeps them in check... interesting, she pondered, keeping an ever watchful eye on both.
((Hmm, it's weird how characters turn out O.o, lol, I didn't really expect her to be this way, but it just seemed to flow easier. Ah well, it's unique in a sense... I think lol, ^^; But, just saying to make it clear, she's just a tease, nothing else by it really. *nods* ))
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