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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 1, 2011 20:01:56 GMT -5
"If you don't mind," Draven said, wincing as he was pulled to his feet, "I really could care less what I eat right about now. After what happened in the castle..." Shit, he hadn't told anyone about his little visit to the castle. He didn't look at Seriah but he knew there would be questions. He made sure he had his footing, feeling a sway take him as his head spun again. "Even as much as I want to help the humans, they still have yet to show me much more than hatred," he stated, swallowing hard again. "They can't see a difference in any of us and it infuriates me. And after what happened in the castle, I'm pretty sure I'm done with them. I'll use them for work and nothing more. No mercy from me any longer." He gave a nod as if to accent his statement and regretted it. But he was done. Hundreds of years had taken its toll on him and he was through with being considered a monster, even after everything he'd done for them. Though, Lorin hadn't been so bad, but Draven could still see the fear in his eyes and that scared 'what if he kills me' that sat behind every word he'd spoken had torn Draven to the core... Fuck them. If they weren't going to see him as anything but a beast, he would treat them like what he should see them as: cattle. "So, really, food would be great..."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 1, 2011 20:20:30 GMT -5
Ashemir took Draven's other side to help him onto the couch, quirking a brow when the mercenary mentioned a trip to the castle. "So you did find something in Cados?" Apparently he also found a mess of trouble with the humans. Hopefully that wouldn't mean the people of Cados weren't on high alert. "I'm not surprised. I don't think things are going to ever change if we leave them alone." God, listen to him; it sounded as though he was advocating all of this now, even though it all was the reason he couldn't go home. But maybe if he followed through with it, he could find himself in a better position.
But when Draven seemed to be more willing to eat-- ACTUALLY eat--, Ashemir's eyes took on a cooler quality. "That shouldn't be too difficult."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 3, 2011 0:15:33 GMT -5
Seriah's brows rose, and he almost paused in bringing Draven towards the couch. Recovering quickly, he gently towed the larger vampire to the couch, allowing hiim to sit, or lay down as he like. "We can get a nobody traveler from the tavern." As long as it wasn't a resident. "But first- what happened in Cados?" It'd certainly be nice if vampires didn't go waltzing (as much as he knew Draven probably didn't waltz) about the capital of the enemy so close to when they're planning a revolution.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 3, 2011 8:33:47 GMT -5
"Sorry for heading into the castle without permission," Draven started, looking straight at the warlord with the apology as he sat. He didn't lay down yet. No, he felt on fire and he was uncomfortable enough to stay upright, at least until he was caught up in a dizzy spell and fell over. "I went to the castle library to find information," he continued. "And I found it. However, it took a bit of running to get it. Their advisor caught me and I gave him a bit of an injury, so he'll be rather down for the count awhile. Their prince also came into the mix. But he is too trusting and he let me go, much to my surprise. If I can get myself well enough to walk on my own, it might be a good strategy. He believes I won't harm the humans for any count because, at the time, that was what I believed in. So maybe I can get under the defenses again and find him. If I can convince him to lower the guard, it might be useful to you." He stopped talking and swayed a little, catching himself with a hand on the couch. This sucked. He couldn't even get all of what he wanted to say out without feeling sick. Damn his brother! He blinked a couple times, then let his eyes stay closed. He was tired and sitting was getting difficult. "Their advisor refused to believe me and their prince was afraid," he said, quietly. "If they can't change their views for someone that is trying to prove he's different, then they don't deserve my kindness and mercy. I refuse to harm the prince, as he released me without any question, but the advisor... I'll kill him without a second thought if I get the chance." He moved and lifted his gaze again, looking between the two. The decision was final. Aching, he kicked his boots off and sat them beside the couch. Hot... A random thought caught his mind, something probably useless but still interesting. "What do you think this poison would do to a werecreature?" he mused, raising a brow.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 3, 2011 14:41:43 GMT -5
Ashemir raised a brow at Draven's whole story. He didn't really know what to make of it all, so he looked over to Seriah. Then Draven asked about the poison and werecreatures, and Ashemir shrugged. "You shouldn't worry about that. You should be resting. We don't even know what this poison is made of, nor do we have an acceptable amount of it for testing."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 3, 2011 16:27:58 GMT -5
Seriah nodded slowly, taking Draven's story in. He still had every intention of ending the prince's rule, but that he showed enough mercy to let a vampire go was impressive. But the only chance for a better life was still to force it, and the princes very existence was a threat to that even after their success. "I don't know. I don't want you doing anything that might inadvertently raise their alert farther. Perhaps if you convinced the prince of a false tips as to where the vampires are? We could send their forces on a wild goose chase, and at least take some of the guard away from the castle."
He tilted his head, trying to imagine what vampire poison would do to their werecat friend downstairs. "Well, we both have regenerative abilities beyond human, but I imagine the poison is made specifically to effect dead bodies. Theirs a fairly large difference between a vampire body and a werecreature's."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 3, 2011 19:16:58 GMT -5
Draven shrugged his shoulders and turned to lay down. Dizzy and sick to his stomach, overhearting and just altogether tired, he wanted disappear. Part of him wished Marrus had killed him, but it was the part that was not tolerating the ill feeling and the hot that came with the poison. Marrus had said he'd killed other vampires while testing it. What sort of being would do that to his own kind? Especially a vampire. Thinking was beginning to get hard and he closed his eyes, back to Ashemir and Seriah. "Just let me sleep," he muttered, stifling a yawn. "I don't think I could stomach anything at the moment. Head feels funny... Stomach aches, too hot..." He trailed off, falling asleep looking rather uncomfortable. More pale than usual would probably be explained by blood loss and poison, but there was a red tint to his face and neck, brought on by fever. But at least he was resting, even if he didn't look good.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 3, 2011 19:30:08 GMT -5
Ashemir was wondering if Draven was losing it. He was the one that brought up the poison. He shouldn't have brought it up if he was too tired to talk about it. The blonde didn't know what else to say, so he looked over to Seriah. Well, immediate crisis averted... now they just had to look out for Marrus and stave off whatever he might initiate.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 3, 2011 19:50:53 GMT -5
Seriah's brows rose, but he figured it was better for Draven to just lay down and rest. It'd probably give his body the best chance to fight off the poison. He looked up to Ashemir, "We can take turns watching him through the night, and keeping on the look out for Marrus. If you want to rest, I don't mind staying up." He didn't think he could sleep knowing there was a batshit vampire running loose in his town, anyway.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 3, 2011 20:04:45 GMT -5
Outside, there was someone watching. He didn't come much closer than the middle of the yard but he eyed the house and waited for someone to notice he was there. Green eyes kept watch on the door while his ears picked up soft muttering of conversation, though no clear words. By now, he was wearing a new outfit, rather than the tattered one from the fight he'd been part of eariler. Okay, so he wanted Draven, yes, but he wasn't above negotiating with the idiots that had him. Maybe he could convince them that Draven was a useless pawn and that giving him to Marrus would be better for them. Then again, he was certain after the refusal before, he'd have to fight to get his twin back. Damn... After all the work he'd done in poisoning him. With a sigh, he crossed his arms, similar to the way Draven usually did, and leaned all his weight on one leg, tapping the other foot on the ground as a signal of impatience.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 3, 2011 21:17:21 GMT -5
"Alright. Just tell me when you need me." Ashemir glanced out the window, almost jumping when he saw Marrus' green gaze watching them. "Oh God!" he said, more in a disgusted tone than a surprised one. How long had he been there? The blonde was getting pretty sick of people showing up where they weren't supposed to in order to surprise him. He thought about the decision of opening the door and giving the lunatic a piece of his mind, but it was Seriah's house, so Seriah would decide when to open the door.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 3, 2011 21:36:47 GMT -5
Seriah jerked at Ashemir's explanation, quickly looking to the window. Apparently the vampire hadn't taken his threat seriously enough. He growled something unpleasant under his breath, before crossing to jerk his door open. "I'm going to tell my neighbors your a demented fan of my writing, just so you know." He informed Marrus from the door way, though he was sure the other vampire was considerably less concerned about what Seriah's neighbors would think of a strange man on his yard. "And I'll expand on that when they find your dead body. Because you see, demented fans of fictional writing do and say demented things, and they can be very dangerous. It will be completely in self defense. And I'm a writer, so they won't be surprised if I got a little carried away hacking up your body. I think I'll start with decapitation, and the dismemberment can follow..."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 3, 2011 21:58:25 GMT -5
Marrus smiled at Seriah as he spoke, completely calm through the entire thing. Like that really worried him. Pah, right. He even chuckled like Draven did at everything not funny only slightly more maniacal. He blinked once or twice, unmoving from the yard. "I've come to negotiate for my brother, actually," he said, tilting his head slightly, dark strands shifting across his back. "You see, I need him before he dies and so it'd be much more useful if you just gave him to me. Less struggle and all that. I'm certain that a half-dead vampire mercenary is useless to someone like you." He chuckled again, grinning with teeth exposed. "Tell your neighbors what you want but, really, what can you do if I decide I want Draven now?" he asked, a taunt in his voice. "Will you fight with me for my worthless, dying twin or will you just give him over because of his uselessness and make it easy on us all?"
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 3, 2011 22:16:28 GMT -5
Ashemir looked over Seriah's shoulder from the doorway, now just noticing that he was taller than the warlord. Hah... And if Marrus was Draven's more similar twin, then he'd be taller than Marrus, too. As Seriah spoke his plan to Marrus, Ashemir smiled. That was exactly the sort of calm brutality this situation needed. "He's not at the point dying, you know, so you can just leave," the blonde said, following Marrus' first deal, and even added a dismissive wave of his hand.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 3, 2011 22:25:22 GMT -5
"I'm capable of conceiving value beyond what is immediately useful to me. Useless doesn't mean valueless." He smiled cruelly, "And if we're going with what suits me best, one less insane vampire wandering around unchecked, Marrus, sounds very appealing." He had more to gain from Marrus's death than Draven's, certainly. If the vampire wanted to bargain, he needed to do a much better job of it. Though in the end, there was nothing the other could say to change the warlord's mind. He stepped out of the doorway, onto the short path from his door to the road. He slid the baselard from its sheath, while giving Marrus a cool look.
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