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Post by Draven Hunter on Mar 31, 2011 20:38:19 GMT -5
Draven looked at Ashemir as he spoke. Well that explained some things. Ashemir had a rather romantic Changing. He smiled slightly, though he said nothing. No reason to push buttons. Ashemir sided with him against Malcolm (or at least that's how Draven felt) and he didn't really want to piss two vampires off right now. No, actually, he wanted to go back to sleep but the idea of the war made him feel sort of antsy. He sighed quietly and looked at the ceiling, keeping silent for the time being.
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Mar 31, 2011 21:25:17 GMT -5
So it wasn’t Draven who had the pre-bite love-story, but Ashemir. Malcolm was surprised at first, but as he thought about it, it made sense. It gave a reasonable explanation to that long blonde hair. (But, of course, Malcolm wasn’t going to actually say that. It was bad enough he had to deal with whiney Draven all day.) “So, she’s dead now, right?” he asked. “I assume so. I haven’t seen her around, so she must be. It doesn’t sound like you two broke up.”
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Apr 1, 2011 1:16:19 GMT -5
Ashemir glanced at Draven, expression blank as ever at his smile until the blonde decided that he didn't mind it much. All the murder hadn't felt very romantic at the time, though. His gaze then shifted to Malcom, changing into a glare for his insensitive remark. "Yes, she's gone. Humans trapped her in a shop with crosses and called wereanimals to kill her, when she was helpless. Heartless bastards... they didn't even bother to fill her grave..." he hissed bitterly.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Apr 1, 2011 13:28:07 GMT -5
Draven could hear the bitter hurt in Ashemir's voice. He sat up and looked at Malcolm with a glare. Did the man have any damn tact? He was so blunt and vicious, it was almost like he didn't care for anyone but himself. The bastard... Draven held himself from giving Ashemir some sort of comforting gesture, an arm around the shoulders or a hand on the arm. Malcolm just needed to get the fuck out of here. He was pissing them both off with his stupidity. "If you're quite through bringing up painful pasts, why don't you leave, Malcolm? Go... do something. Just go..." He eyed the barman as if he were deciding whether or not to get up and close the door.
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Post by Malcolm Selder on Apr 1, 2011 14:44:42 GMT -5
Well, that was...Actually, it was a lot worse than Malcolm had assumed. He almost felt bad. You know, ‘almost.’ Draven jumped at the chance to dump all the blame on the bartender (Hadn’t Ashemir been the one to bring up sires in the first place? He could take a little bit of the fault) and demand he leave. And while normally he would have stuck around, Malcolm wasn’t too keen on getting his throat slit in his sleep while Draven stayed at the inn.
“Fine,” Malcolm said, turning and strolling out the door, oddly polite. He even paused to close the door behind him. He walked out, through the hall, and down the stairs, then slipped his shoes up and snuck back up to sit in front of the next room down, leaning with one ear against the wall and listening.
((I guess I’m outta the post order, then. :P ))
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Apr 1, 2011 18:32:14 GMT -5
Ashemir didn't look any happier when he glanced at Draven, while the bronze-eyed vampire chastised Malcom. The blonde knew that he would have to supplement the story and everything that came with it; the only thing Malcom could be faulted for was his bluntness. Before Ashemir could say anything, however, Malcom had strode out of the room, and then he just felt pissed off again. He waited for the door to close before he turned on Draven. "If I need you to step in, I'll make more of a scene than that. I CAN take care of my needs to some degree..." he said just as bitterly. Everything with Valmar was just... more than he could handle, but it wasn't as if Malcom could actually be equated to the general.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Apr 1, 2011 18:43:11 GMT -5
Draven sighed, looking down at his hands in his lap. He had only been trying to help. Why was it that today just sucked major ass? He flopped back and rolled onto his side so that his back was to Ashemir. "Didn't mean to piss you off," he muttered, staring at nothing. "I was only trying to help. He was pissing me off, being all nosey and rude. I didn't give even a fraction of my Changing because he doesn't deserve to know. The bastard needs to be killed, head cut off and limbs removed and burned while his head watches the flames eat his flesh before someone throws his head into the fire as well..."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Apr 1, 2011 19:17:17 GMT -5
"We were talking about each other's pasts," Ashemir pointed out. "He could have been less of an ass, but you can't really talk about that sort of thing without being nosy. But it's your choice whether you want him, or me, to know something or not." But then Draven went on his... what do you even call that? The blonde settled for 'psychotic rant'. He shifted uneasily, even though he wanted to point out that Draven's punishment was a little much, that being an understatement. "Malcom's a jealous dick. Besides wanting to kill his brother, I don't think he's /evil/," Ashemir reasoned.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Apr 1, 2011 19:33:44 GMT -5
"He may not be evil but he's annoying the hell out of me and I'm in NO mood to deal with his asshole ideas. I'm already a fucking idiot for walking out on Seriah last night without asking to be excused. I'm certain he's going to have a few choice words for me. And that just pisses me off even more, as well as the idea of Valmar being anywhere near here... I want things to go back to how they were, where I didn't have to think or hide. I could work to make enough money to live on... The only downside to that is I wouldn't have met you, or Seriah. Valmar, on the other hand, I think I might take his ass down and replace him..." Draven was quietly ranting, but it was clear in his tones, even as quiet as they were, that he was depressed and angry and just raving on to make himself feel better. There was nothing more to say about it. He just wanted to feel better, to not be stuck here when, if he were healthy (by vampire standards), he could be helping protect Seriah and invade the castle. He still had a bone to pick with that damn advisor of the Prince's... But he supposed he'd just deal with it and attempt to feel pseudo-useful by doing as he was ordered by the warlord the night before.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Apr 2, 2011 1:30:25 GMT -5
"If you need me to tell you more etiquette on how to treat people of high-status to prevent any more faux-pas, just ask. But if you ask me, that... Alerick Brenthor was more disrespectful, and not to mention arrogant." He didn't want Draven to be making a fool of himself, either. "...I feel the same way," he said to Draven. "If I just stayed in the mountain, I wouldn't have to worry about Valmar, or being run out of my home, or this whole war. But then I wouldn't have met Seriah, or you, or... anyone else." Ashemir frowned at the mention of Draven fighting Valmar. Marrus may fight dirty, but where Valmar was more lawful, he made up in ruthlessness and sheer power. But Ashemir refrained from commenting, at least until Draven was healthy again and still seemed to seriously consider fighting Valmar.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Apr 2, 2011 8:49:25 GMT -5
Draven rolled over enough that he could smile at Ashemir. The blonde had some strange ideas. Teaching Draven etiquette? That was a laugh. However, he moved on to the new vampire, Brenthor, and his agreeing with things being the same. Brenthor... The fat man was someone to be watched, just like Valmar. "I don't trust Brenthor, even if he is a vampire," Draven said, quietly. "If Valmar changed him, he had to have offered that fat fucker something in return. I have a feeling they're planning something and I'm a bit concerned that Seriah might be in danger..."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Apr 2, 2011 14:14:13 GMT -5
What was that smile about? But before Ashemir could comment, he was distracted with bad-mouthing the newer vampires. "Valmar came in with an entire entourage," Ashemir retorted. "I don't like Brenthor, or Raphael, even if they are useful. Brenthor clearly has an air of unjustified superiority; I wouldn't be surprised if he tried to take leadership, but Seriah doesn't even need help with THAT. THAT is just a mild annoyance who doesn't know his place." Even just remembering the fat man's smirk from last night made his blood boil. "And Raphael's work is useless. We should already expect that the wereanimals are going to catch on fairly soon."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Apr 2, 2011 21:22:31 GMT -5
"Agreed," Draven said, sitting up and shifting so that he was leaning back against the head of the bedframe and facing Ashemir. "Brenthor will meet his end very soon, I think. He doesn't understand being a vampire and so he'll be killed off, unless Valmar watches his fat ass... And there's something about that Raphael that I don't really trust. Even if I was overly tired and out of it, I could feel he was nervous, like he didn't want to get caught for something... Did you get that impression, or am I just imagining things?" He tilted his head slightly and watched Ashemir. He was feeling much more focused today. That meal last night had been a great help to his health, though not enough so that he could include himself in the battle.
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Apr 3, 2011 0:15:21 GMT -5
"Unless Seriah is the one to demand Brenthor's head, I don't think he'll be meeting his end soon enough. And Seriah probably doesn't want to kill vampires just for being irritating when we're still outnumbered." But at the vein of Raphael, Ashemir arched a brow. "Nervous? No, I didn't pick up on that. I just don't like Raphael because he came with Valmar. Are you sure you felt anything at all coming from him? You were pretty focused on yourself the whole time, and you left early," Ashemir replied a bit harshly.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Apr 3, 2011 8:57:35 GMT -5
"No, I don't think I was having false feelings," Draven answered, looking thoughtful. "It was definitely there. I'm certain of it. I've learned how to pick up the slightest feelings from others. Comes with being a mercenary and body guard. If you can't tell when someone's about to snap, you'd never get paid because your charges would all be killed. It's something I've learned over the centuries, especially with Marrus... If I couldn't tell how he was going to act, I'd have been killed off long, long ago."
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