Edward - Moments of Reflection
(Set - Saturday Night, April 24)
Edward eyed Scythe as he entered the Elysium. "Is that a new jacket?"
"It used to be Dominic Green's." Scythe replied with a casual amusement in his tone. Edward knew that one, the revelry taken in a fallen foe. He closes his eyes for a moment and nodded, his entire evening improved. If he only had Green's ashes...
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The seat was comfortable, the Elysium having pleasent light, pleasently soft music, soothing his mind. Edward sat back, to all appearences the soul of comfort, and eyed the young vampire. Saw him sitting arrogantly in the chair, a sneer of consternation, seeming as though he were boasting about how he'd threatened the well-meaning fool Carlson. How he'd played with fire from boredom, from lack of sense, from an unconcious desire to have his throat ripped out and his blood drained as the prize of a hunt. The anger rose in him, and Edward took a moment to consider a lariat wrapping around some beast's neck and bringing it down. There. Better.
Edward shook his head and eyed the one who called themselves Coal, who claimed they were no longer even Ventrue as they rejected such. It even angered him he claimed a name that sounded like Cole, because at the least Lord Cole had some civility. Edward leaned forward and stifled a low growl in his throat. He forced a smile, made sure to keep his teeth concealed, his fangs hidden. "Let me tell you about the last idiot who played with fire. Do you like your spine?" The memories rolled up, and in his mind's eye, this time, Edward didn't look away as the Goddess of the Hunt removed a worthless prey.
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The hallway was lit the same as the main room of Elysium but Edward leaned towards Scythe. They stood in the shadows and Edward felt somehow at home there, comforted by the moderate stealth and lack of others present. "We should get him to come with us," Edward said. He was almost surprised at the growl in his tone. It wasn't simply a matter of circumstance, his entire voice had dropped to something more gutteral. "Show him what it's like to play with fire against real Kindred. Off of Elysium."
There was amusement in Scythe's eyes. A readiness for the hunt, a willingness to see where it would lead. Edward had dismissed the hunt entirely in his mind, and merely wondered as to it's resolution. His eyes echoed the other Gangrel's.
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"I don't watch television, it rots your brain." Edward shrugged, responding to the Carthian sitting opposite him. He felt a small flash of surprise as the man's visage changed, as his fangs extended and he lunged towards Edward. Time slowed down, and Edward considered his reponses.
The man hadn't really moved with the signs of a combatant or skilled predator. Likely his Ventrue abilities and money had made feeding easy, had made existence easy. Easy made a target soft, and unaware. Unprepared. Had he ever even fought another Kindred? And frenzying on Elysium; Edward could legally respond with any number of forceful options.
Wallace was newly Embraced, so he would likely respond to an attack to the throat. If Edward produced claws rather than the firm side of his palm, it would definately inspire a reaction. He could go low then, grabbing Wallace by the lapels of his coat and rolling back on the couch. Slammed to the ground, Edward could pin him well, or pin him badly and be forced to disable. So many options...
And then Locrian's fist shot out, grabbing the Ventrue by the throat. Edward shook his head and stood, moving out of the room quickly. A violent response was not his desire, not really, but it would be easy. He had to take himself away from it.
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Something about the noise of driving was soothing. The comfortable, unceasing sound of the tired going over paved road. It might be changed at times, but there was a strange sort of simplicity in it. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to Adelaide.
Maybe he would just complain about the idiot, and the general foolishness. Or talk about the Ursine issue. Not about the frenzy. Not about the desire to rend, to make soft fools fear.
These thoughts were coming up more. Now that he could so easily supress the mindless rage or fear, Edward could examine them and found them strangely familiar. He could not remember most of the things, but he had the instincts and something not unlike muscle memory for them.
Of course, he didn't want to harm anyone. Of course, violence was the last option, and the tool of uncivilized fools. And yet...it called to something. The prospect made his blood sing with the desire for the hunt, the prey, the kill. It was disconcerting, and Edward sighed. No easy answer would be coming any time soon.
Edward eyed Scythe as he entered the Elysium. "Is that a new jacket?"
"It used to be Dominic Green's." Scythe replied with a casual amusement in his tone. Edward knew that one, the revelry taken in a fallen foe. He closes his eyes for a moment and nodded, his entire evening improved. If he only had Green's ashes...
------
The seat was comfortable, the Elysium having pleasent light, pleasently soft music, soothing his mind. Edward sat back, to all appearences the soul of comfort, and eyed the young vampire. Saw him sitting arrogantly in the chair, a sneer of consternation, seeming as though he were boasting about how he'd threatened the well-meaning fool Carlson. How he'd played with fire from boredom, from lack of sense, from an unconcious desire to have his throat ripped out and his blood drained as the prize of a hunt. The anger rose in him, and Edward took a moment to consider a lariat wrapping around some beast's neck and bringing it down. There. Better.
Edward shook his head and eyed the one who called themselves Coal, who claimed they were no longer even Ventrue as they rejected such. It even angered him he claimed a name that sounded like Cole, because at the least Lord Cole had some civility. Edward leaned forward and stifled a low growl in his throat. He forced a smile, made sure to keep his teeth concealed, his fangs hidden. "Let me tell you about the last idiot who played with fire. Do you like your spine?" The memories rolled up, and in his mind's eye, this time, Edward didn't look away as the Goddess of the Hunt removed a worthless prey.
-----
The hallway was lit the same as the main room of Elysium but Edward leaned towards Scythe. They stood in the shadows and Edward felt somehow at home there, comforted by the moderate stealth and lack of others present. "We should get him to come with us," Edward said. He was almost surprised at the growl in his tone. It wasn't simply a matter of circumstance, his entire voice had dropped to something more gutteral. "Show him what it's like to play with fire against real Kindred. Off of Elysium."
There was amusement in Scythe's eyes. A readiness for the hunt, a willingness to see where it would lead. Edward had dismissed the hunt entirely in his mind, and merely wondered as to it's resolution. His eyes echoed the other Gangrel's.
----
"I don't watch television, it rots your brain." Edward shrugged, responding to the Carthian sitting opposite him. He felt a small flash of surprise as the man's visage changed, as his fangs extended and he lunged towards Edward. Time slowed down, and Edward considered his reponses.
The man hadn't really moved with the signs of a combatant or skilled predator. Likely his Ventrue abilities and money had made feeding easy, had made existence easy. Easy made a target soft, and unaware. Unprepared. Had he ever even fought another Kindred? And frenzying on Elysium; Edward could legally respond with any number of forceful options.
Wallace was newly Embraced, so he would likely respond to an attack to the throat. If Edward produced claws rather than the firm side of his palm, it would definately inspire a reaction. He could go low then, grabbing Wallace by the lapels of his coat and rolling back on the couch. Slammed to the ground, Edward could pin him well, or pin him badly and be forced to disable. So many options...
And then Locrian's fist shot out, grabbing the Ventrue by the throat. Edward shook his head and stood, moving out of the room quickly. A violent response was not his desire, not really, but it would be easy. He had to take himself away from it.
-----
Something about the noise of driving was soothing. The comfortable, unceasing sound of the tired going over paved road. It might be changed at times, but there was a strange sort of simplicity in it. He wasn't sure what he was going to say to Adelaide.
Maybe he would just complain about the idiot, and the general foolishness. Or talk about the Ursine issue. Not about the frenzy. Not about the desire to rend, to make soft fools fear.
These thoughts were coming up more. Now that he could so easily supress the mindless rage or fear, Edward could examine them and found them strangely familiar. He could not remember most of the things, but he had the instincts and something not unlike muscle memory for them.
Of course, he didn't want to harm anyone. Of course, violence was the last option, and the tool of uncivilized fools. And yet...it called to something. The prospect made his blood sing with the desire for the hunt, the prey, the kill. It was disconcerting, and Edward sighed. No easy answer would be coming any time soon.