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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 25, 2010 21:45:55 GMT -5
Draven had been too busy today. Too much needed to be done to establish himself here for a few days. He was looking for work, for anyone that needed a bodyguard or a mercenary or any other odd jobs that might keep his money pouch filled. Earlier, he had helped to rid a man of a boy his daughter was trying to elope with. The job had been stupid, he knew, but it had given him a fair amount of coins. He sighed as he pushed the tavern door open, stepping into the Dove's warm atmosphere and stepping up to the bar. His boots 'thunked' on the floor boards as he walked, the weight of the weapons hidden beneath his dark cloak making the floor creak. He looked toward the bar keeper, lifting a hand. It was rather empty, though the voices made a din of sound still. "Ale," he said, his voice deep and gruff as if he hadn't had anything to drink for the entire day. "And something to eat, you decide what." Without waiting, or looking at the confused look the bartender gave him, he turned around and sat at the nearest table, pulling his cloak up against him to keep his weapons hidden. It wasn't the best day for work but at least it was afternoon and he could find a way to satiate his hunger. He leaned forward, resting his arms on the table, fiddling his fingers together as he waited, his mind seeming to be elsewhere. What a day. And it wasn't even over yet! He sighed and shook his head, lifting a hand to ruffle his short, dark brown hair. His bright, bronze eyes were glued to the wood grain. The light that filtered in was enough to make the tavern bright, and enough to make Draven stand out. Not that he cared. He thought on, blocking out the noise around him.
OoC: Sorry that was suckish... -_-
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 25, 2010 22:25:17 GMT -5
Slender fingers pushed the tavern door open. He wasn't sure if he was going to spend the night, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to leave Issilt to return to the mountain just yet. At least in the tavern the rancid smells of sweat and alcohol would cover up the scent of a vampire, not to mention the remnants of the forest-y perfume he had applied earlier in the day. Of course, this theory was starting to look a little sketchy, as Ashemir breathed in the faint candy-like smell of his kind. Normally, he would take care to put space between himself and his other vampires, but now, with the plan laid out before him earlier, he wondered if he should take it upon himself to spread the word.
The blonde closed the door behind him, pushing back some of his long hair before he started seeking out the smell. Blasted tavern... in such close quarters, all the odors were mingling together. The loose, draping layers of his clothes fluttered with each of his quiet steps while his violet eyes glanced over the tavern. Eventually, and thankfully he didn't have to stalk about the tavern twice like an idiot, he came to the table of a gruff-looking man clothed in black. Well, this was where the vampiric smell seemed to be coming from.
Ashemir's hand rose to touch the surface of the table, chains clattering together for attention. "Are you waiting on someone?" came his blank and soft voice, slightly louder than usual to compete with the background conversations in the tavern.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 25, 2010 22:39:54 GMT -5
Draven looked up, eyeing the blond man with a somewhat irritated look. His thoughts interupted, he would have to strike up conversation, answer the other's questions. He leaned back, the sound of metal clanging together, softly, beneath his cloak as he crossed his arms. He shook his head, his thoughts lingering on the fact that this was another vampire. "I am not," he said, his voice loud enough to be heard over the sound of others talking. "In fact, I am merely here for a break between hunting for work." He tilted his head, his bronze eyes staring at Ashemir's violet ones. Finally, he waved a hand at the table and gestured the other man should sit. It wasn't often he offered his private space to others but when he did, he usually meant to get information or hold conversation that might spike his interest. He leaned forward again, his arms still crossed as the bartender slid a mug of drink to him, holding a hand out for payment. Unconcerned that he'd not received a meal as well, he dropped some coins into the human's hand and waved him off, his eyes on Ashemir the entire time.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 25, 2010 22:53:13 GMT -5
Ashemir pulled out the chair opposite of the gruff-looking man and settled down in it. "I don't find gold to be all that valuable," he commented. Perhaps he would if it was shaped into something more pleasing than a bland, flat circle, but coins themselves seemed to be made into the most uninspired shape as possible.
His nose wrinkled when the mug of ale hit the table, but for now he just tried to look over it. Was it right to feel disconcerted when someone wouldn't break gaze with you when paying someone else? Either way, Ashemir didn't let it show on his soft features. "I've been hearing some intriguing talk around the cities... Have you heard of anything of interest?"
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 26, 2010 7:51:54 GMT -5
Draven's brows twitched. Talk in the cities? Anything of interest? He hadn't really been listening to the rumors or chat around any of the places he'd been. He shrugged his shoulders, turning away long enough to close his eyes and cross his arms across his chest as he leaned back in his seat. The clink of metal sounded from beneath his cloak again and he silently cursed at himself for having moved so rapidly and causing the sound. "Nothing I can remember," he answered, finally. "Of course, I do have no use for human gossip unless I can get paid from whatever is being said. Not often does that happen." He gazed over from the corner of his eye, his face turned away from Ashemir as he spoke. "Have you heard anything of interest?" he continued, facing the other man again, his burning eyes curious. "I have this feeling you have something to say."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 26, 2010 17:18:20 GMT -5
To Draven's credit, neither had Ashemir, but the line had hooked and sunk, and Draven was talking to him and asking after information. The blonde finally smiled in smug self-satisfaction. "Do you think I'd waste your time with normal gossip? I'm not a woman so dissatisfied with her life that she needs to yammer on about everything everyone else is doing," he said, now sounding more offended than amused.
But rather than make Draven dig more for several more passes at his offense, Ashemir leaned in closer, so that only Draven could catch his next words as his volume lowered, "Our kind is starting to assemble. There's a leader who is bringing us together in order to reverse the injustices we've endured over the centuries. Surely you've known another of our kind well, who was killed by either werefolk or humans... perhaps for no other reason than because of what they were."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 26, 2010 18:56:55 GMT -5
Draven looked amused that he'd gotten such an answer from Ashemir. The reaction, from amusement to offense seemed to have come without him meaning to be offending. He chuckled, watching the feminine looking man and thinking how he wouldn't put it past him to gossip like the women did. But he said nothing and continued to listen as Ashemir leaned forward and relayed information. His mouth twitched and his smile almost instantly disappeared. What was this about, then? The thought question remained unanswered as he shook his head, closing his eyes and lifting a hand to rub the inner corners of his eyes. "Injustices," he repeated, lowering his hand slowly as his burning eyes returned their sights on Ashemir. "There have been many but I am afraid I am not interested in a gathering." He took a quick gulp of the drink from his mug, sighing loudly as he set it back down. "I will have no part of whatever this assembly is supposed to accomplish," he continued, his voice somewhat cold now, deep tones tinged with slight irritation. It was true that vampire kind had not been treated well but there were reasons for that. The murder of humans was a huge one. He could not stand up to help his kind when they were bringing human wrath upon themselves. He shook his head again, turning away, staring at the wall by the door and looking thoughtful. "I will not be part of anything that will most likely harm humans." He sighed, softly. "I have no grudge against them. As for the Weres, I avoid them and they do not bother me. Any run ins I've had with them have ended quickly with either my escape or their death. I merely wish to move on in this eternal life without the conflict you are implying." He rested his hands on the table again, his fingers intertwined as he continued to gaze off, his eyes dulling as he thought in silence. He did not mean to offend Ashemir again, but it was his belief not to harm humans and he would do so, though this meeting had piqued an interest in his mind and he was wondering what exactly was going to happen.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 26, 2010 19:16:57 GMT -5
The blonde frowned and narrowed his brows when Draven chuckled, but seeing that he still had some persuasion to do, he held his tongue.
Strangely to Draven most likely, Ashemir did not seem to be offended by his refusal, of all things. "I can't say that I'm particularly ecstatic about it, myself; I've made the system work for me. But this assembly, whether you favor it or not, is going to start turning a plan into motion that's going to crush everyone in its gears if they are not at least wary of it. If our kind is found to be making plans, or god forbid found to have sizable numbers, the others are going to double their efforts to uproot us: this leader, me, you, and, if you think about it, whatever potential clients you might have."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 26, 2010 19:26:06 GMT -5
Draven's mouth twitched. Was this some way of scaring him into wanting to come? It wasn't working in doing so. Instead, it was irritating him and he shook his head again. He turned his bronze eyes on Ashemir. It was clear in his expression that he wasn't impressed. "What are you saying?" he asked, raising a brow as a frown appeared on his face. "Are you saying this is an attempt to rid the world of anything that opposes all vampires?" The question was simple enough and yet it had so many answers, all of which could easily be lied about to hold interest. He didn't trust Ashemir; he had heard nothing of this assembly, this gathering of their kind. And, again, his interested sparked even more. He wanted to know exactly what was going on but he didn't want to have to go to this meeting to find out. There had to be more information he could get from this other man.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 26, 2010 19:41:12 GMT -5
Ashemir wrinkled his nose, this time for purely reasons of annoyance. He had hoped that the threat of losing his part of his source of income would make the other at least consider, but apparently not. "No. As far as I understand, it's to tip the scales of power, not destroy everything else outright. Otherwise our food source would be decimated along with it."
He wished that he could say more, but while he had heard a general outline of the plan, he was not treated to the whole thing. Not that he didn't understand why; Seriah wouldn't want every new recruit to know where exactly they would be and what they'd be doing.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 26, 2010 19:52:23 GMT -5
Draven's eyes flashed for a moment. He looked just as annoyed as Ashemir did. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing in anger. He didn't feed like the rest of his kind, constantly picking off humans to kill, and it was frustrating to be assumed the same. He only hunted humans when he was weak and needed to recharge; it was nearly that time and he would have to decide what to do when the time came. And he didn't feel that the animal population could be so devistated as Ashemir was implying. Surviving on animal blood worked only for a couple years but at least he had gotten himself so trained into it that he could last as long as he did. He wouldn't allow his prey to be killed off so easily, or quickly. In his irritation, he didn't look like he was willing to listen now, spreading his hands on the table and looking across it at Ashemir's face. "It sounds like your leader is a power-hungry bastard," he growled, getting to his feet, forgetting his half finished drink for the moment. "Things work the way they are; change will only bring war and trouble." He glared at Ashemir. Annoying, so annoying. To think he would be bothered by one of his own kind only to be irritated into moving to another table. He grabbed his mug, the sound of metal clanking beneath his cloak louder now; he wasn't attempting to hide the fact he was well armed anymore. He watched the other man as he moved a couple tables over, dropping down and practically sloshing all of the ale in his mug onto the table. He leaned in his chair, still watching Ashemir. He had to give him credit; he was persistant. His burning eyes dared Ashemir to come after him again. He had to admit to himself that this was interesting, even as frustrating as it was. He hadn't had any sort of conflict with his kind in such a long time it was almost refreshing.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 26, 2010 20:57:01 GMT -5
Ashemir was taken aback at first, leaning back where Draven leaned forward. Of course, Ashemir was also saying that the way the plan was set up, all the other creatures WOULDN'T all be destroyed to the point that animals would be in danger. He wasn't sure what to say when Draven spoke his last and stood up, while a priceless, slightly surprised look was on his face.
But when he saw that Draven just moved to another table, Ashemir grit his teeth and glared darkly at the other vampire. Bastard! Coward! How DARE he leave in the middle of a conversation! The blonde's head snapped back to glare down into the table, festering in his own rage. He should storm out of the tavern for that man's behavior! That rude, boorish son of a bitch!
His gaze snapped back to Draven. God dammit! The hell he was going come to the man's side and continue asking after him! The blonde's pride would never allow it. But this was not a good point to leave the discussion. God dammit...
Ashemir, still scowling, seemed to be in physical pain as he stood up and made his way over to Draven's new table, narrow jaw clenched in anger, but this time, Ashemir did not sit down. "Do not call him my leader. I'm going to this meeting so that I am informed. There are bigger things in the world at hand, and the sooner you figure this out, the better off you'll be. This blatant disregard for your own kind is exactly the reason why if I shout what you are, right here and right now, you could never show your face again. However, if you're so concerned over the wellbeing of others, why don't you come to the meeting and try to persuade them with a nonviolent plan of your own?" he sneered.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 26, 2010 21:07:25 GMT -5
Draven was amused. Ashemir may not have sat down to rejoin him but he had come over and continued the conversation. So easy... He smiled up at Ashemir with a small smile and half-open eyes, as if he were somewhat bored. It was all a trick, though; he was rather interested in the idea. Chuckling, he leaned forward and picked up his mug, downing the contents in a couple gulps and setting it bac down. He stood up, standing eye to eye with Ashemir, metal clinking. Trying to make himself look serious (he was much too entertained by the other vampire's reaction to his abandoning the conversation at the other table), he nodded his head, acting as if he'd only heard the last part of Ashemir's rant. "I suppose I will go then," he said, nodding his head, finally letting himself smile. He leaned closer, looking between the other man's eyes. "Thanks for this little chat but I think I'll be off," he continued, tilting his weight back again as he chuckled once more. "Maybe you'd like to join me for a bit of a walk, explain where I am to go, what more you actually know." He pulled his cloak around him as he crossed his arms, a typical motion for him. He flicked his eyes at the door, as if hinting they could talk more outside if he was still interested.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 26, 2010 21:21:47 GMT -5
What the hell was he smiling about?? It would have made Ashemir even angrier if Draven didn't concede to the offer (and damn straight he was going!). As it was, he was still just as angry, and when the other vampire stood up, Ashemir was glaring back at him, unwilling to break gaze for even a violent magical explosion, no less the other leaning in to a degree that Ashemir found uncomfortably close.
As much as he would rather not go for a walk with yet another stranger, he supposed the offer was better than one that involved a tavern room. "Fine," he accepted roughly, making the first steps to leave the tavern. Whether Draven actually followed him outside or not, he didn't care at this point.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 26, 2010 21:32:49 GMT -5
Draven, still smiling, followed after Ashemir, his cloak still grasped around him making him look more bulky than he actually was. He felt the warmth of the sunlight hit him and he turned his face up to the sun, closing his bright eyes to revel in the sensation of heat. For a moment, he stood there without moving, then he started walking again, feeling somewhat recharged just at being outside. He let his arms drop, silver shining from within the shadows of his cloak. He glanced at Ashemir, his smile shrinking to something more refined and curious. "Any place in particular you'd like to go?" he asked, his voice light, only just hinting his interest in the other man.
OoC: And no, not that kind of interest. xD Do we stay here or make a new board elsewhere for wherever they are going? Because Draven's returning to the tavern at night for a room.
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