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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 12, 2011 19:40:15 GMT -5
Ashemir's head turned slowly to the two conversing vampires. Draven was still thinking about going into a hole after killing Marrus and being completely useless? On one hand, he wanted Seriah to NOT give the whiny vampire support if he was just going to be lame and leave when there might still be things to do, but Marrus' death would benefit them all.
"WHY?" Ashemir asked, the one word loaded with bewilderment and aggression.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 12, 2011 19:51:55 GMT -5
Draven's brows furrowed together as he watched Seriah sag, cheek on palm. Now that wasn't the reaction he was expecting... He made a face as if confused as to what he could say. He didn't have to leave, but wouldn't that defeat the purpose of saying 'I'm leaving' if he decided to stay? So many things to consider. On one hand, he could go live alone. On the other, he could help Seriah keep everything in order. Seriah had helped him a lot, offering him a place to recover after his brother's vicious attack. He hated being indecisive... However, Ashemir had thrown out his opinion in that single word, filled with anger and Draven didn't know what to say. He frowned at the blonde and sighed heavily, even though he didn't need to. "And what reason do you see for me to stay around, Ashemir?" he asked, sounding weary. "I'm twice as old as you and I've lived my life, as much living as any of us can do. I don't have a reason to stick around, unless Seriah has a specific job for me. I mean, I don't have to disappear. But what use is a vampire who has obviously lost the strength he had when younger and can't even fight off the likes of his brother, who is the same age. I feel my age right now. I have nothing, I have no one, and I'm tired." He stared at Ashemir, his bright bronze eyes dulled with the weakness he felt in admitting his worries about his age. That was probably a huge weakness that could be used against him. He closed his eyes, lifting a hand to his face and rubbing the inner corners of his eyes. "I'll stay if that's what you both please," he said, quietly. "I enjoy the company of both of you. It's nice to feel as if I at least have someone I can consider a friend."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 12, 2011 20:04:46 GMT -5
How could Draven not see purpose in staying around? "What's the vampire revolution, chopped liver? We're taking over an entire country, creating an entirely new government! How can you think you've lived through it all, and are done? We're in the beginning of something unique." He moved his hand to his forhead, before looking up at Draven, utterly confused. "There's no specific single job. You can't live for a specific single job. It's everything, Draven." It was one thing for the mercenary to move on to something else, but what was he going to do, dig a grave and bury himself? At the other vampire's ending, he answered with exasperation, "You can't stick around because we tell you too. You should give a crap about whats going on." Was he the only one excited about what they were creating? Draven had friends, new beginnings, work to be done. There was SO MUCH life yet to be lived. And he was tired?
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 12, 2011 20:21:45 GMT -5
LITTLE BASTARD WHINY-ASS MOTHERFUCKER BITCH SLUT AUUUGGGGHHH. For the sake of maintaining the mostly-reasonable tone that Seriah had set, Ashemir held off on pointing out that every single person in this damn house had been wronged, and every vampire in this damn house had lost someone dear to them, so the fucking self-pity had to fucking go before Ashemir lost it. As if his loss was greater than theirs! Just because they had the ability to move on! ....Mostly.
"I don't want you to stay because WE want it. I want you to stay because YOU want it. Have some self-respect, Draven," he settled on saying. Self-pity wasn't sexy.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 12, 2011 20:37:28 GMT -5
The onslought from both vampires made Draven look between them as if startled. Did he want to stay? Did he care about the vampire uprising? Was he happy being a part of something so big when he'd been alone for so damn long? ...Yes. Alright, so he could admit that to himself. He blinked slowly, continuing to look from Seriah, to Ashemir, and back again. So... What to say...? He backed up until his legs were touching the couch and sat down again, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees, chin on his clasped hands. He gave Ashemir a long hard look, then his eyes moved to Seriah. Maybe it was the fact that he was weak and hungry and just exhausted from the task of healing. Finally, he dropped his head and covered his face with his hands, trying to get his thoughts straight enough. Apologies were in order... He was being stupid. He needed to change, to adapt and become a part of Seriah's plans. Ashemir was definitely right. He needed to want it for himself and have some self-respect. "Alright, sorry," he grumbled, dropping his hands and looking at the two. "I just... I dunno, I'm not used to being part of something, okay? I'll stay. I want to stay. I want to help. It's just the stress of everything going on getting to me. Between Marrus running around like a rampaging idiot and Valmar pulling his stupid shit and then Ashemir telling me to follow the guy around and make sure he doesn't try anything and listen for anything that might be useful to Seriah... All this after being alone for five hundred or more years and you get a little wound up. So... Excuse me for being stupid." He looked exasperated, frowning, eyes narrowed in his frustration. Now that he'd said that he leaned back and lifted a leg, resting it on his other. "Sorry."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 12, 2011 20:45:39 GMT -5
Well that was a lot better to hear. Seriah straightened again, but to his usual expression that gave away little of the thoughts behind it. "Well you have a while before we get to Cados, so try and unwind and destress while you can. After we take the castle you can think about these things all you want, and figure where you want to be." He'd had every intention of offering Draven a high military position. Things weren't going to get easier after they took Cados, afer all. That was just step 1.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 12, 2011 21:26:17 GMT -5
Alright, now Ashemir could understand all that. Draven would probably feel better once he had fed. Trying to think while hungry was maddening, now matter who you were. "... I know how you feel. Our lives are opening after we've shut ourselves out for so long, and there's a lot to do. It's overwhelming." And Valmar's speedy hellmarch didn't help.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 12, 2011 21:42:57 GMT -5
"Overwhelming is an understatement," Draven said, chuckling. He'd leaned himself back and looked much more relaxed seeing as he was no longer being scolded for being stupid. At least they understood... It was a great feeling having someone that actually understood him. "Well then," he continued. "We're leaving tomorrow. What about your friend in the basement? Going to kill it or let it starve or what? You can't let it go."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 12, 2011 21:49:56 GMT -5
"Well she's the ambassador, and we're going to eventually have to deal with the werewolves. She might come in handy in a way." He was determined to find SOME way to make her useful. "I was figuring I'd leave a large container of water, and some lasting food down with her. If I can't make it back in a timely matter, I'll send some lacky to feed her." He might eventually just have to kill her, he supposed, but he'd much prefer to find a use. Mmm, he'd probably leave her with a book, too. Maybe it'd instill some good will while he was gone and couldn't talk to her.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 12, 2011 22:00:06 GMT -5
Ashemir wanted the werewolf killed, but Seriah brought up a good point, as always. And expressing the want for her to die might seem suspicious and beg the question of why. Maybe she'd run through her water and food quickly and then starve to death. Ashemir could only hope.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 13, 2011 7:49:51 GMT -5
"You really shouldn't show it any mercy, Seriah," Draven said, leaning forward again. "It'll just bite you on the ass, both literally and figuratively. Whatever it is, Ambassador or what, I don't think it's important... But if you say leave it... I suppose their Ambassador could be used for something." He wasn't really into the whole 'hostage' thing so he didn't really understand it. After he'd thought about it, he figured she might be used to get something from the Werewolves. But he didn't know how that worked so he just dropped it. He was getting sleepy. "Yeah, tired and hungry don't mix," he said, hinting, looking between the two.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 14, 2011 0:21:34 GMT -5
Seriah shrugged, he wasn't without mercy, but he was little concerned with being nice, compared to doing what was most useful to him overall. "I just don't believe in being wasteful." He chuckled when Draven hinted at his still lack of a meal, and slowly stood up from the piano. "Fine, fine, I'll see about getting you your dinner."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 14, 2011 3:13:00 GMT -5
Ashemir was about to voice his position on Draven's side, but then the mercenary complained about food. Right, he had been dropping hints about that the whole time, hadn't he? Alright, they'd just have to discuss the werewolf at a later time. The blonde closed his notebook and laid his quill on it before he looked over to Seriah, "Do you need bait?"
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 14, 2011 8:21:19 GMT -5
((I'll pass for now. Rather silly of me to post Draven just watching, right? X3))
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