Would you be interested in joining me for 'tea'? I've a fresh bottle of AB positive and a relatively nice looking tea set. I do not think it's been used.
[Oh look, there's a knock at the door! Running her hands over her dress to smooth it, Isabella moves to open the door. Her room has been cleaned up since the fight. The only evidence of destruction being the absence of a dresser.]
[Stepping back, she no longer blocks the view of a table that looks like it was stolen from deck twelve, along with two chairs and the aforementioned tea set.]
Please excuse the mess.
[What mess? Oh, there's a wrinkle in the bedspread and a dustbunny under the far corner of the bed.]
[Once he enters, Isabella shuts the door and motions for Godric to sit before she'll even consider doing so herself. She may be a lady, but he is an ELDER. Moving to the bedside table, she removes the tea pot from the coffee warmer, and moves to the table, pouring carefully for the pair of them before replacing the pot.]
[Sitting she picks up her own cup. She's not that hungry either, but its still ingrained into her that tea should be served. Sipping quietly, when Godric asks after her health, her face darkens.]
I was quite well, until a red haired fool brought that... wraith looking man into my rooms. But I've suffered far worse injuries. Thank you for your inquiries, it is good to know that even though we are acquaintances, you have the good social graces to ask.
Re: [commentspam]powerofgodJune 15 2010, 22:13:06 UTC
[That crooked smile deepens for a moment, in which he lifts his own cup. The gesture he gives her is not quite a toast, but it's near enough to make no difference.]
It's nothing I would call social grace. Are people not permitted concern for their kinsmen on your world?
Not without suspicions being arose. My clanmates are highly suspicious of others. To have someone not of our clan express concern is usually cause for concern for the entire clan.
Re: [commentspam]powerofgodJune 15 2010, 22:17:56 UTC
I see.
[And he does. Vampire politics have a similar flavour no matter your origins, it seems. He had seen suspicions roused and rallied for far less than that.]
I am... curious, about this clan of yours.
[His tone suggests otherwise, but hey, when you're 2000 years old, tonal monotony is the order of just about every day!]
[She takes a minute to gather her thoughts. It would not do to misrepresent the clan, would it?]
We're known as the Lasombra. We have mastery over several skills, but most noticeably is our mastery of the night. We wield shadows as out primary weapon, and control the minds of others, bending them to our will. We are ruthless politicians, fierce fighters, and even fiercer lovers.
Nothing is for free, and all is for the good of the clan. You are nothing unless your elders say otherwise, and you live to serve the clan's interest.
[She speaks with an even, practiced tone. It's as if the mantra has been beaten into her mind over and over for years.]
Re: [commentspam]powerofgodJune 15 2010, 22:49:15 UTC
[That her words are anything but propaganda occurs to him for only a fleeting moment. Her words are uttered by rote; the familiar, the expected. He lifts the cup to his mouth for a second time, but does nothing more than wet his lips. In that juncture, he studies her. By her accent, she is Spanish. By her attitude, young. How young he cannot say, but certainly no more than a century or two. Physically, her age surpasses his own, but her beauty still retains the softness of youth.]
Would you prefer we converse in Spanish?
[... yeah, that's about as subtle as vampire politics to the face.]
[commentspam] Spanish!lamortdeshommesJune 15 2010, 22:52:53 UTC
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I would. It is my native language, and I prefer to speak it whenever possible. Out of politeness, however, I usually do not.
[She knows he's studying her. He's an Elder. It's what they do. But here, away from her clan, and her enemies, maybe, she'll stop worrying so much about politics and let herself live a little. Maybe.]
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A few days ago, a man had posted to the network, thinking he had killed someone. The room number he had given and Isabella's were one and the same.]
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Good evening, Godric...
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[It's the first time he's met the ship's third vampire face to face. He nods his acknowledgment to her.]
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[Stepping back, she no longer blocks the view of a table that looks like it was stolen from deck twelve, along with two chairs and the aforementioned tea set.]
Please excuse the mess.
[What mess? Oh, there's a wrinkle in the bedspread and a dustbunny under the far corner of the bed.]
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[That his comment is somewhat humourous is evident only in the slight tilt to his lips. He steps into the room.]
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I hope it's warm enough for you.
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I'm sure it's fine, Isabella, thank you.
[He takes the indicated seat with the ease of long practice, and cants his head to look at her.]
There was trouble here recently. You are well, I hope?
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I was quite well, until a red haired fool brought that... wraith looking man into my rooms. But I've suffered far worse injuries. Thank you for your inquiries, it is good to know that even though we are acquaintances, you have the good social graces to ask.
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It's nothing I would call social grace. Are people not permitted concern for their kinsmen on your world?
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[She sips again, giving Godric a wry smile.]
But I am not exactly the best of my clan...
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[And he does. Vampire politics have a similar flavour no matter your origins, it seems. He had seen suspicions roused and rallied for far less than that.]
I am... curious, about this clan of yours.
[His tone suggests otherwise, but hey, when you're 2000 years old, tonal monotony is the order of just about every day!]
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We're known as the Lasombra. We have mastery over several skills, but most noticeably is our mastery of the night. We wield shadows as out primary weapon, and control the minds of others, bending them to our will. We are ruthless politicians, fierce fighters, and even fiercer lovers.
Nothing is for free, and all is for the good of the clan. You are nothing unless your elders say otherwise, and you live to serve the clan's interest.
[She speaks with an even, practiced tone. It's as if the mantra has been beaten into her mind over and over for years.]
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Would you prefer we converse in Spanish?
[... yeah, that's about as subtle as vampire politics to the face.]
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I would. It is my native language, and I prefer to speak it whenever possible. Out of politeness, however, I usually do not.
[She knows he's studying her. He's an Elder. It's what they do. But here, away from her clan, and her enemies, maybe, she'll stop worrying so much about politics and let herself live a little. Maybe.]
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