The Art of War: Leave *those* Weapons at the Door (Need a lesson?)
Summery: Ever since the death's of Viktor and Marcus, Amelia has found herself more in her warrior-like incarnation. Now, after going through hell and after a period of seclusion, Amelia finds the need to return to the traits which make her "Amelia", if only for a night or two here and there. She is very much aware that there are enemies around them that are beyond compromise. *Sigh* The lady does deserve a night at the opera.
Lesson One: Introduction
"It must look effortless. Yes? You must carry yourself with grace and strength without looking contrived. Yet, even if you do not feel confident that night, you must look as if you are." She stopped in front of a younger Death Dealer whose fowl attitude poked through her terribly aggressive stance. Amelia looked at the young one with disapproval. Lightly pushing the woman's shoulder back and down, she swatted the hip the girl was leaning into. "There are many ways to fight. If you are going to be a warrior make sure to be a good one and learn all of them." The Death Dealer straightened up, offended, but suddenly paid more attention. "Battle is not only fought with swords and guns. Strategy is not only reserved to the battlefield. Your diplomatic countenance, your charm, manners, ability to reason, engage and debate, your beauty, and skill with which you negotiate, your ability to make one feel at ease and to sway their minds with words, are all part of your arsenal of weaponry. Words can cut sharper than any sword and charm is more persuasive then any threat you might use. Seduce the mind and the strongest man or woman will bend to your will." Lightly taking another's chin in the tips of her slender porcelain coloured fingers, she lifted it up more while smoothing over a strand of hair on another.
Her eyes smiled as she looked around the room. For the first time in long while she felt happy. Perhaps she could allow herself in this one quick moment without guilt. Finally, a night without war, a night when she could focus on that which has been so dearly missed in her recent life, a night where she could focus on that which came naturally to her-diplomacy.
Not many understood what that actually meant. The young ones often mistook diplomacy to mean long boring chatter which only led to concessions being made and not much else. Oh, but it was so much more if they would only see. Killing, in a way, was easy. To win without spilling a drop of blood required skill. Not to say that physical prowess was not necessary. It had its place but Amelia sought to teach them more. Under Viktor they had been made wise to strategy and bravery in all of its forms, but not much else. Kraven, meanwhile, grossly mistook decadence for diplomacy. No. Neither men understood that what she taught was more than a skill...it was an art.
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Lesson One: Introduction
"It must look effortless. Yes? You must carry yourself with grace and strength without looking contrived. Yet, even if you do not feel confident that night, you must look as if you are." She stopped in front of a younger Death Dealer whose fowl attitude poked through her terribly aggressive stance. Amelia looked at the young one with disapproval. Lightly pushing the woman's shoulder back and down, she swatted the hip the girl was leaning into. "There are many ways to fight. If you are going to be a warrior make sure to be a good one and learn all of them." The Death Dealer straightened up, offended, but suddenly paid more attention. "Battle is not only fought with swords and guns. Strategy is not only reserved to the battlefield. Your diplomatic countenance, your charm, manners, ability to reason, engage and debate, your beauty, and skill with which you negotiate, your ability to make one feel at ease and to sway their minds with words, are all part of your arsenal of weaponry. Words can cut sharper than any sword and charm is more persuasive then any threat you might use. Seduce the mind and the strongest man or woman will bend to your will." Lightly taking another's chin in the tips of her slender porcelain coloured fingers, she lifted it up more while smoothing over a strand of hair on another.
Her eyes smiled as she looked around the room. For the first time in long while she felt happy. Perhaps she could allow herself in this one quick moment without guilt. Finally, a night without war, a night when she could focus on that which has been so dearly missed in her recent life, a night where she could focus on that which came naturally to her-diplomacy.
Not many understood what that actually meant. The young ones often mistook diplomacy to mean long boring chatter which only led to concessions being made and not much else. Oh, but it was so much more if they would only see. Killing, in a way, was easy. To win without spilling a drop of blood required skill. Not to say that physical prowess was not necessary. It had its place but Amelia sought to teach them more. Under Viktor they had been made wise to strategy and bravery in all of its forms, but not much else. Kraven, meanwhile, grossly mistook decadence for diplomacy. No. Neither men understood that what she taught was more than a skill...it was an art.
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What is playing at the mansion, you ask? We are glad that you have inquired.
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