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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 27, 2010 18:48:55 GMT -5
Draven nodded his head, facing forward again. He wasn't really planning on hunting til it was dark, but scoping out possible prey was always something he enjoyed doing. And if he could lure someone back to the tavern with him, everything would be easily fixed with ale and time... He walked along, listening to Ashemir behind him. "Anything you see that you like?" he asked, winding around a group of people. He did know Issilt rather well, he supposed. He had only been here three or four times but he had come to know the city in the time he'd spent here.
OoC: Sorry, short...
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 27, 2010 19:26:27 GMT -5
Ashemir eyed the group they passed with an uninterested gaze. WAS there anything that he liked? As much as he found them inferior, he couldn't actually see them as /food/ at the moment. "Honestly, I just can't get in the right mindset." Not with the sun shining obnoxiously on his face and the stupid birds chirping.
That, and maybe it was partly the challenge. In Tiaelde, it was more difficult, thus made the kill more satisfying. The people in Issilt seemed to be looser.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 27, 2010 19:56:07 GMT -5
"Ah, oh well," Draven mused, chuckling. "I can wait for some time longer. The craving is beginning to draw at me is all." He slowed his pace until he walked beside Ashemir. Why was it that this blond haired vampire interested him so much? He thought about it for some time, walking along at Ashemir's pace. He was only aware enough to step around people to avoid colliding with them. Distracted as he was, however, he was beginning to wonder if maybe he should just move on, leave Issilt and continue on toward the Castle. That was his goal. He glanced at Ashemir. Could he get away with it? Probably not, he thought, sighing. He would just have to buck up and go to this damn meeting. It was something he was curious about anyways. "I am sure you have better things to do," he finally said, the quiet between the two beginning to cause him discomfort. "If you would like me to take you somewhere, since you do not know the city well, I can."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 28, 2010 3:51:09 GMT -5
Ashemir's lack of speaking was likely the product of him staying to himself in his own little corner of the mountain, obtaining just enough human contact to keep him sane. At Draven's sigh, the blonde glanced over to him. What was that all about? The black-clad vampire had been the one to invite him! "Something you wish to share?" he asked.
Hah, as if he had better things to do. Ashemir waved off the idea with dismissive clinking. "If not here, then festering in a prison of rock. I've already listened to some of the minstrels and saw the fountain square." He considered it for a moment. "I think I'm in need of more amusement... is there a seer's shop nearby?"
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 28, 2010 8:13:36 GMT -5
Draven shook his head and stared at Ashemir. He didn't want to say anything about his previous thoughts of completely blowing off this stupid meeting and going to the Castle instead. He was certain he would probably end up getting smacked. He chuckled at what Ashemir had to look forward to and turned forward again, burning gaze scanning the people as he walked. They had been out for some time now; the afternoon's sunlight was dipping slowly toward the West. Soon he would be able to capture himself a meal (though he wasn't particularly happy about it). "A seer's shop?" he questioned, glancing at the other vampire from the corner of his bronze eye. "How is that more amusing than talking to me?" He meant the joke to be perfectly clean, though after he said it, he had the feeling he should have kept it to himself. He closed his eyes and shook his head for a moment, then sighed and silently kicked himself for leaving yet another door open for Ashemir to get at him.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 28, 2010 14:30:06 GMT -5
Ashemir stared back, waiting for the answer that he felt entitled to. What the hell was he thinking? When Draven chuckled, the blonde narrowed his brows again and might have flushed with anger if his blood was still rushing in his dead veins. What the hell was he thinking?? "What is so funny?" he asked, stalking after Draven. The lack of an answer was getting suspicious, and might involve him in an inappropriate way.
At the next question, Ashemir turned his head sharply. "At least a seer will talk to me," he said with bite in his voice. "And it would be more amusing than talking to some wall that won't answer my questions or commit to games!"
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 28, 2010 18:22:55 GMT -5
Now Draven looked startled. He had actually been completely thrown off by Ashemir's biting tones. With widened eyes, he tried to regain his composure. A slight shake of the head and his eyes were dulled and emotionless. His smile had disappeared, his mouth an even line. "I don't know of any Seer shops," he said, looking away from the other vampire. His own voice held a bit of a cold bite and he kept his next few comments and thoughts to himself. When he felt he could talk calmly, he continued. "And," he muttered. "Since you were asking if I had anything to share, I was thinking of leaving and forgetting about this meeting you asked me to go to but then I thought you were such a nag you would probably hunt me down and drag me there anyways." His eyes were a vicious cold as he turned to look at Ashemir again. Without saying anything, and with his temper flared, he started walking again. Why did this man get him so worked up? He shook his head again, trying to figure out why the hell he even cared what Ashemir said. But he did and it infuriated him. With a sharp sigh, he paused to let the other man catch up, if he was going to continue walking with him.
OoC: My god, Draven is as bi-polar as me. *laughs*
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 28, 2010 19:43:12 GMT -5
Ashemir narrowed his eyes. Oh, so he wanted a nag, did he? Normally, the blonde would be done with a conversation at this point, but considering that he still had some thought about the vampire rebellion's odds, he wouldn't dismiss the other just yet. "Forget seers. I'm putting your future in my hands. Why not go to the meeting? You seemed to embrace the idea before, with your want to talk about a peaceful uprise and whatnot. But fine, I'll humor this. Where would you go if you didn't go to the meeting? It must be something awfully important. Is it the date that you only manage to snag every couple of decades."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 28, 2010 20:42:19 GMT -5
Draven held himself from snarling at Ashemir's insulting comments. Why in [/i]hell[/i] did he get him so worked up!? The thought made him angry enough that he glared at Ashemir as he spoke, only adding to the rage he was feeling. He glared, his eyes burning pools of liquid bronze that showed he just wanted to attack right then and there. "What does it matter if I have something more important to do?" he said, coolly, keeping himself contained as he stood. His body was shaking slightly in anger, and he still couldn't figure out why he couldn't keep himself composed. "I have only just met you and I don't feel the need to disclose information with you," he continued, finally easing himself into an emotionless calm. "However, I will be going to the meeting to put my points of view on the matter into the view of our kind. As much as I want to reach the Castle, I will go there after this matter with the meeting is finished." He explained himself in a strange calm, then turned away, staring off. He felt better having pushed his rage back down. He smiled again, gazing back at Ashemir. "And, so you are informed," he sighed, softly. "I do not typically make dates or come to meetings even when informed in advance of their time and location. But, for you, I will go." He smirked, a sidways smile, then started walking again, weaving through the general population slowly, waiting for Ashemir to follow. That was, he thought, if Ashemir was going to follow him.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 28, 2010 21:06:31 GMT -5
The willpower in Ashemir's eyes flickered at the sheer violent rage that Daven's held. But the blonde would be damned if he was so intimidated, when there was still a considerable amount of people outside. And just because he had no weapons didn't mean that he could be a reasonable threat. As much as he wanted to keep snapping up with the conversation, he stayed his tongue.
And damn straight, Draven was going to the meeting! But it was one of the last things the vampire said that interested him. "What's there for you to do at the castle?" Ashemir asked, still following Draven like a fairy of bad fortune, although he sounded more curious than anything. What was that smirk?? The blonde's lips twitched downward slightly, but he didn't say anything about it.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 28, 2010 21:16:49 GMT -5
"Just checking up on some things," Draven said, coding his words as to not give too much information to this man he didn't really know. "Looking for someone." He glanced at Ashemir, his eyes an eerie calm. Ashemir was pursuing him like a hungry dog. He had had the first impression that the blond man would have left at the first sign of violence Draven had shown. But that hadn't been the case and now he was left feeling as if he had wrongly assumed. And that made his smile fall a little. He was half tempted to ask Ashemir why he was staying around if he was so pissed at how Draven was acting. He didn't, of course, but the question was easily visible in his eyes, which where tinted with curiosity.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 28, 2010 21:36:24 GMT -5
Ashemir wondered that if he was persistent for long enough, Draven would tell him who this someone was, but considering that he had been pushing the vampire's buttons for a while now, maybe it would be best to back off a bit. Besides, it was becoming apparent that the longer you pushed Draven's buttons, the greater the likelihood that you'd find a really significant button.
But if he wasn't willing to ask after the information, then he realized that there wasn't much point in staying around for much longer. "I'll see you in a few days' time, then? In Tiaelde's wilderness?"
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 28, 2010 21:55:33 GMT -5
Draven shrugged his shoulders, the clank of metal beneath his cloak sounding again. He looked away for a moment as Ashemir talked about seeing him in a few days. That was fine he supposed. He nodded, turning his eyes back to the blond haired man. "Yes, I will make sure I'm there, then," he answered, nodding again. "Is there anything you would like to know before you leave?" He left the offer for information open, just on the slight chance he wouldn't lose the only interesting company he'd had in a long time.
OoC: Aw, Draven's gonna be alone again.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Oct 28, 2010 22:04:05 GMT -5
Ashemir nodded in response. And Draven had better be there, or else the blonde was getting the battleaxe out and chasing him down like a... well a woman scorned. There was no better term that denoted viciousness.
At Draven's question, Ashemir paused. To ask, or not to ask... Oh hell with it. "May I ask who this 'someone' is?" he took the offer.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Oct 28, 2010 22:16:23 GMT -5
"Ah." The answer wasn't what he had really wanted to say but he had to think of how to describe who he was looking for. Dark? Yes. Dangerous? Definitely. Needed to die? Without a doubt. He made a face as if he were debating with himself on whether or not the blond needed a real answer, as well as a good one. Why not? If Ashemir could piss him off without really doing anything but talking, didn't he deserve to know? It wasn't as if this 'someone' was going to come after him... He heaved a heavy sigh and shrugged, slightly. "My brother," he answered, deciding to be completely honest. "He deserves the wrath I will unleash on him." His voice sounded frustrated and full of rage at the same time, though not in the degree that Ashemir had seen. No, this was a controled fury, one that had been festering in him for centuries. He would get his revenge; there was no doubt about it.
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