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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Dec 21, 2010 21:22:02 GMT -5
Analisia turned to Ashemir with a soft glare when he returned. Noticing that he didn't sit back down. "I wont say anything as long as you dont. You know, he doesn't, and I would rather keep it that way." She speaks bluntly. Her tone short and firm. "I wont bring up your... disagreement, I have no true interest in it anyways... I am not apart of the others, so as long as you don't bother me, I wont bother you..." She figured that that laid out her point fairly well. And if it didn't she was sure a quick draw of her daggar would. Sighing and shaking her head slowly, she looked over at Markus, smiling at him to let him know that he could come back if he wanted to. There wouldn't be a fight, as long as Ashemir kept his teeth to himself of course. For now she just wanted to relax and have a strong drink. "Travis, would you mind if I had some of your ale?"
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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 21, 2010 21:33:18 GMT -5
Markus watched the scene through the mirror, eyes wide, ignoring his cider. He felt like he’d heard the name Valmar, though he couldn’t recall from where. But the other two...vampires? Really? How did she know? Mark had to lean back in his seat to watch the lady-vampire exit (Ashemir, the nicer one but not by much, hadn’t gotten out the door before Zeph stormed past), and he nearly fell off the bar-stool in the process.
And then...Ashemir walked back. And, as though sensing his curiosity, Analasia smiled, practically inviting the boy to rejoin. He didn’t need to be asked twice; he grabbed his cider and scurried over, stealing Zeph’s seat and staring equally at all three. A bounty-hunter, a vampire, and Miss Analasia...It was like something out of a storybook.
Even though he knew staring was rude, Mark felt like he couldn’t help watching Ashemir. A real life vampire...He hesitated, then decided to risk a stupid question: “Why do you smell like apples?”
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 21, 2010 21:56:02 GMT -5
Travis complied with a nod. He didn't really have any interest in discussing the matter if it did humilated Ashemir. Afterall, it was wrong to offend a guest, especially a vampire. Still, what he did gather from the heated dialogue that it seemed the vampires were indeed colaborating, that they even have a fearless leader, one above Valmar. One thing for certain, it seemed they were planning for something huge: an uprising maybe? It was a concern for the ranger, and maybe something he should report to Banez about, unless they were already on it. This made him pondered back to Ivan's words...
Still, he wondered if Ashemir had anything involved with the higher archy of the race, and the answer to that seems to be a no. The fact that he pissed off their general and now is seen as an outcast is some proof that he isn't a key player, and it seems Analisia knows it.
She was definatly strange. Though, when she mentioned she wasn't part of the others, it seemed to make sense, which made the ranger all more comfortable. "Sure, you could have some of my ale," smiled Travis as he gave the glass to the woman.
As he gave his ale to Analisia, a the small boy from before joined the table. It seemed quite risky for the boy to sit here, but so long Ashemir kept under control, he would be alright. And admittly, is was nice to have the kid join. It seemed perfect to defuse the situation, since the ranger did chuckle at the kid's question.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 21, 2010 22:26:09 GMT -5
"Good," Ashemir said shortly to Analisia, although he still appeared cautious as he slipped back into his chair. He glanced over the both of them, wondering if they felt just as wary of him as he did of them. Even if they did have a fine conversation through the night, Ashemir was making sure that his resting place was far away from theirs.
And then he noticed that Travis had a rather distant expression, and the blonde had to wonder if the ranger had been tipped too much. Maybe he should try to catch the man alone, before he could do anything with the information. But then Ashemir glanced to Analisia, and he figured that the werewolf would be working to protect the human so long as he was around. Damn it... Maybe he could arrange for Zephyr to be punished somehow....
Then the boy from before was back, and Ashemir quirked a brow, expression quickly returning to a cool neutral for his benefit. Again, what was a child doing on his own? The vampire found himself staring at Markus, only because he hadn't seen a child in a long time. Oh, they had probably been crawling around in Cados, but they were so short that he hadn't noticed them. Besides, he had to make sure Malcom's ass was saved. He ended up leaning forward slightly toward Markus without realizing, and was taken by a desire to poke him, and touch him, and ruffle his hair. Just to make sure he was real. But the other two would probably grab and throw him off for just even reaching for the boy, so Ashemir kept to himself.
He was silent for a few moments by Markus' question, blinking at the boy as he considered being honest or not. Well, considering his wide-eyed look, Markus probably knew what he was (considering that Analisia had told it all to the world), so Ashemir answered, "To hide. And because apples were one of my favorite things to eat. What's your favorite food?" Candy, he'd wager.
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Dec 21, 2010 22:36:19 GMT -5
Analisia took the ale from Travis with a small smile. Drinking deeply from it, it was calming and was helping drown the fact that she had a vampire straight across from her and she wasn't ripping it's throat out. When she finished her long pull from the mug, she handed it back to Travis. She shook her head to make her focus. Then turned her gaze up to Ashemir. She noticed that he was paying attention to Markus and smirked. The boy seemed to bring attention upon himself. "Ashemir, if I may, this young sir is Markus. A new acquaintance of mine. Markus, this is the v.... is Ashemir." She frowned at her small slip, but the smile once more replaced it. It didn't matter to her if everyone in the tavern knew he was a vampire, the more people were aware the easier it would be to keep him away from them. She too, had caught Travis' distance from the conversation but really didn't care at the moment. She had to focus, and Ashemir was drawing her attention away from anything else.
She shook out her long hair from the quick braid she had thrown it into earlier, a sign that she didn't think there was going to be a fight. Of course no one here would recognize that. "Oh... and Ashemir, if you find yourself getting thirsty, please warn me. I wouldn't want to cause you any trouble." She says under her breath, hoping that the vampire had sharp enough hearing to catch it.
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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 21, 2010 22:46:07 GMT -5
As Ashemir leaned forward, Markus, without even thinking about it, leaned back. Sure, he could feel rather safe with both Analasia and Travis across the table, but his parents had always taught him to be careful around strangers, and since his polar-opposite brother ignored it, Mark had listened. Now, under Ashemir’s scrutinizing gaze, Markus felt guilty for staring at the vampire for so long.
Fortunately, Ashemir didn’t spend the entire time staring. He answer the question well enough. Hiding...Markus could easily infer who he hid from. There were as many tales of werewolves and werecats as there were of vampires. But changing scent to hide...did all vampires do that? Mark knew skunks could create their own smells to scare attackers away, so maybe vampires were like skunks (except better-smelling)?
He opened his mouth to launch another question, then paused. Ashemir had asked about a favorite food. So maybe he shouldn’t keep asking about vampires. Sure, it was a once in a lifetime chance to separate fact from legend, but not even a minute ago Ashemir had said he was “tired, dirty, and angry,’ and those weren’t good question-answering emotions. Analasia handled introductions, Travis shared his ale, and everything seemed calm; best to keep it that way, Markus decided.
Nervously, Markus held out his hand to shake and tried to halt his jitters at the elbow. “Nice to meet you,” he said. “And...Um...” Favorite food, favorite food...Did candy count as a food? It was just a sweet, and he didn’t let himself eat it often... “...I guess I like candy best, but you can’t eat it a lot. Carrots are good.”
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 21, 2010 22:59:22 GMT -5
"Carrots are good," commented the ranger, "I'm just curious, Ashemir, but what do you? Afterall, I did tell you my profession." It was a simple question, but at least he was trying to return things before Zeph made things chaoic. Besides, he was trying to have an open-mind on the whole situation, and wondered if vampires were much more than blood-sucking fiends.
He gazed over to Analisia to see she was trying calm herself from killing Ashemir. Though, at least she didn't want a fight.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 21, 2010 23:13:07 GMT -5
Ashemir should have probably remembered to introduce himself on his own, but Markus was just so... boyish. And he had asked the vampire a question. Hearing Analisia address him, he eyed her. Tell her when he was thirsty... yeah, like that was happening. "Of course," he said blankly. "But I'd be a fool if I thought I could get away with it when you are in the area."
At Markus' answer, the blonde smiled slightly. "I did love toffee, but it's all good." He missed food.... After a while, blood seemed to come in a variety of different tinges, but it couldn't compare to such sweet confections. "Carrots are good when you want to eat something with more snap to it, I suppose..."
And to Travis' question, Ashemir paused. It wasn't as exciting a job as a bounty hunter, but he replied, "I'm a poet. A wordcrafter." A frown briefly crossed his face, remembering all the work he had to leave since Valmar ran him out. If all went well with Seriah, he could be reunited with it, or at the very least he could safely move it all out.
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Dec 21, 2010 23:19:33 GMT -5
Analisia smirked once more when Ashemir answered her. She wanted to laugh, but didn't think it was appropriate. After that she just listened to the vampire answer all the questions. She had nothing to add to this conversation. Mostly she was just here to keep Ashemir from being an idiot and drinking from someone at this point, not exactly an appealing job....
She sighed and watched the others, bored as hell and wanting to do something more fun. But it was her duty as a werewolf to keep an eye out with vampires around, stupid blood, stupid fate.... At the moment, she almost wished that Ashemir would decide to fight.
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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 21, 2010 23:29:01 GMT -5
Ashemir said something back to Analasia, but Markus couldn’t recall hearing what she had said, so he left it between them. Travis, on the other hand, had moved the subject from food to jobs. Interestingly, Ashemir was a poet. Almost as soon as he said it, Mark had made a note to check and see if he could find a poetry book with something of Ashemir’s in it. It wasn’t often he got to meet a poet. (Of course, it was even more uncommon to meet a vampire.)
Out of the corner of his eye, Markus saw Analasia, looking bored and just a bit jumpy. Oh, right. Most of the questions had gone to Ashemir. Mark nodded to himself, then let Ashemir and Travis to their own chat and turned to Analasia. “What do you do, Miss Analasia?” he asked.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 21, 2010 23:42:17 GMT -5
"Interesting," replied Travis. It was interesting meeting a cultured vampire. It definatly defeated the sterotype that vampires were merely braindead, vicious monsters that hunted down humans. Well, they did hunt down humans, it showed that they were at least civilized. Then again, if they weren't, then they couldn't hide well in society. "Can you recite any of your poems?"
The woodsman glanced over to Analisia and she was bored. Travis wanted to tease with her, but it seemed Markus wanted to ask what she did. Still, he figured he would get a good laugh if he poked her in the side of her stomach, which he decided to do.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Dec 22, 2010 0:07:25 GMT -5
Haha, what did Miss Analisia do? Miss Analisia tore the throats out of vampires who were misbehaving, on top of being generally annoying. But Ashemir knew better than to say that. She might be the sort of person to make up excuses to attack him. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately as the vampire saw it, none of his work was published. He had never seen the need for the money ever since he had been turned. "Do werewolves have any use for money?" he suddenly asked, looking at Analisia. He had never really thought about it before, and beside from common knowledge, he actually realized himself to be rather ignorant of their culture.
Ashemir then looked back to Travis, raising his brows slightly when asked if he could recite something. "I can..." he answered. Was that a request? The blonde wasn't entirely sure. He shifted a bit, unsure if he should be baring his soul through words with these people, but after a moment he seemed to put that concern aside,
"That wailing wind clawing though leaden gray passages scoured Lonely walls until chilled stone air turned stale and sour. And Death stilled the cracked mirror he bears year after year, Far away from the place the fragile one fell.
In wilderness frozen with fairylit dewlace he walked, With the silken key of a heart ruined unlocked Such a tearful reprieve, kneeling under damp leaves For a life, under its bitter spell.
What sort of God permits the damned to stand so close to Him? On black steeples of earth screaming curses of hymns! While the gales in the sky leave him raw, torn, and dry! As cackles of the cruel fates frigidly swell!
Approaches he, hungry one who has tasted quintessence, Seducing those to the path of bloody crescents To an end sweet as salt! Where the souls spring and waltz Into the shining red portal well!
Poor crumbling man, do you remember your memory’s blurs, Do you even remember the man you once were? Do you see they’ve all left you, corrupted and hewed, To revel in the sinful cry of your knell.
Do not anguish for his state, he’s too far gone for pity Passing through howling gates to the ashen city! While he sings out his throes and they gently repose, Carts corpses to a forgotten Hell!"
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Post by Analisia Moonbright on Dec 22, 2010 10:47:19 GMT -5
When Travis poked her, she punched his arm, then turned and focused on Ashemir again. This was no time for games, but if the fool human decided to push his luck ,he might be finding himself a few fingers short on his hands. Analisia listened carefully as Ashemir spoke his poem. It was quite nice, after all. She gave him a small (genuine) small and bowed her head for a moment. Then turned back to Markus to answer his and Ashemir's question. At that point her mouth dropped open,finally realizing what Ashemir had said. He had said it... She chose not to rip his head off and play it off as though he had said nothing of the sort, maybe Travis and Markus hadn't heard it. Though the pit feeling in her stomach warned her otherwise. "I am a woodswoman, I make sure that whatever forest I am in at the moment is safe from harm, I make sure that there are no fires that will do more harm than good, and I try to keep the balance between civilization and nature."
Smiling innocently at Markus, she nodded her head and turned away from him. If only to look at Ashemir. Her eyes, as they usually did if she got angry, were quickly darkening to look like two black pits, instead of her usual soft gaze. The tips of her mouth turned downward ever so slightly, and she only wished that she had a reason to kill the vampire now.
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Post by Markus Selder on Dec 22, 2010 11:06:29 GMT -5
So, a vampire, a werewolf, and a bounty-hunter walk into a bar... (and only the bounty-hunter says ‘ouch’ because the vampire and werewolf instinctively duck.)
Ashemir’s poem had been beautiful (Markus underlined his note to see if he could find anything else), but he had been listening well enough to catch the other question. It filled in a lot of gaps. Why had she hated Zeph and Ashemir from the start? She was a werewolf and they were vampires. How had she known they were vampires? She was a werewolf and had a good sense of smell. It all fit; even the woodswoman part. That was the perfect job for a werewolf.
He almost asked aloud, but the seething glare she fixed on Ashemir was as much of a question deterrent as Ashemir’s topic-change. Instead he found himself simply staring, leaving the inquiry there, but wordless.
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Post by Travis Huntman on Dec 22, 2010 11:26:12 GMT -5
Travis rubbed his arm where Analisia hit him. He deserved it since afterall she was looking after the two and couldn't be distracted. Though, another strange thing about Analisia wasn't the fact that she was a werewolf, but the fact that she was different than from most werewolves. Didn't werewolves perfer to stay with their packs? Did she get exiled or was there something that caused her to live a lonesome life? Again, that was something that should be discussed another time.
The woodsman was quite interested in the vampire's poetry. He suspected that it dealt with Ashemir's current life. "Bravo," complimented Travis, "I find it quite a shame that I've never found any of your work."
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