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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 22:12:29 GMT -5
He only had two instruments in the house. Seriah couldn't quite help the flicker of distaste across his face at the idea of letting her, or anyone really, touch either. The lute was replaceable, though still personally.. but he'd almost rather die than let someone else touch his piano. He wasn't sure if her being a werewolf made the idea somehow worse, and it was a silly thought all together, since he wasn't going to haul the piano down stairs. When she shifted to books, his expression was back to his usual pleasant mask, and he stood behind the chair, with his arms folded over the back. "I have plenty of books. You have potentially useful information. I think we can make work something out."
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 7, 2011 22:18:37 GMT -5
"Oh..." The word escaped her before she could hold it back. Yeszlin sighed and closed her eyes, bowing her head, golden curls falling over her shoulders again. There was the catch... For her kind, she would rather die than trade their information for a book. But would she go insane without something to do and talk about the Werewolf species' secrets? She sighed and lifted a hand, chain clinging, to rub the inner corners of her eyes in an exasperated manner. Bartering for a damn book... She didn't think she could do it. Duty came before pleasantries. She supposed she'd just have to reject his offer. She didn't look up, trying to get herself stable enough to not start crying out of the idea of being stuck in silence with nothing to do again. "I can't," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I can't trade anything. I mean, if you were asking for anything else but information, I could probably give it. But I can't be of any use to you."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 22:23:50 GMT -5
Seriah shook his head. Either she did know something important, if she was so unwilling to share (which he supposed told him something, even if he wasn't sure what), or she was just stubborn to the point of insanity. He could do something really mean like give her a book, but tear out the ending and hold it hostage... "I'm not sure what you could possibly have to offer besides information." He pointed out, quite honestly. It wasn't as though he'd be bribed by money, or that she even had any, considering her current location.
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 7, 2011 22:47:29 GMT -5
Yeszlin shrugged her shoulders. She was tired of this. She wanted something to do but what could she give that wouldn't betray her people? "I don't know what information you want," she said, weakly, avoiding looking up at him again. Maybe if she could get around by telling him something unimportant and make it seem important, she could get a book. It was worth a try, she supposed. Just something to do... "Ask something..."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 22:56:18 GMT -5
"As I've already asked, what information did you plan on bringing to Cados? Since you were on your way there, you must have had some pack news to bring back, or some purpose beyond existing around humans." He should hope the werewolf ambassador did more than stand around the castle looking pretty.
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 7, 2011 23:05:56 GMT -5
"I wasn't carrying information to Cados," Yeszlin answered, carefully. She lifted her eyes to look at Seriah with a serious gaze. It was the truth. She was merely going to find out why the Werecat Ambassador was in Cados talking to the royals. She had no information, she was going to retrieve information. "I was going to get information, sent by the pack to speak to the royals," she said, blinking her bright eyes. "I don't have any information that could be all that useful to you, not about the pack movements, at least. My reason in Cados was more peaceful curiosity."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 23:09:49 GMT -5
"Then tell me what you were peacefully curious about. Maybe I'll find it interesting, if not useful." He said, the perfect picture of a reasonable man. He certainly hoped she could give him something of interest, or he'd feel rather cheated handing over one of his books. Though he could only demand so much information, when he wasn't even looking for anything in particular.
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 7, 2011 23:17:35 GMT -5
"Just curious about the Werecats," Yeszlin said, quietly, keeping everything to herself. She hoped it was enough to get her something to do. She prayed it was something to him... Her blue-green eyes watched his face in the hopes it was going to show he'd gotten something of interest. But she wouldn't give him any more than that, she promised herself. Going insane in the silence was better than betraying all of the pack's curiosities and happenings to a vampire. "Can I have a book now or am I just going to have to ignore you?"
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 7, 2011 23:23:35 GMT -5
Seriah's brows rose. That was far short of good enough. "The werecats must have done something to make you more curious than usual. And you were on your way to speak with the humans about it, not the werecats. As much as peace is uneasy, I wouldn't think Cados to normally be the best place to gather information on them. So there must have been some difference from the norm causing your specific actions. That is what I want to know. And if you tell me, you can have a book."
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 7, 2011 23:58:59 GMT -5
"I can't tell you anything more..." Yeszlin sighed and by this time she had turned away, leaning her shoulder against the wall and staring at her hands. She curled her knees back up to her chest again, wrapping her arms around them like before. Her chin rested on her knees and she just stared at the floor. Let the boredom ensue. He'd have to torture her to get anything more out of her now, and even that wasn't a garuntee she'd talk besides to beg him to stop. She blinked and locked up again; no point in showing anything but her sorrow now.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 8, 2011 2:01:30 GMT -5
Seriah sighed, quite disappointed. "Then you can't tell me anything." He sat back down in his chair, unwilling to reward such lack luster responses with music or story. He leaned back in the chair, his expression neutral as she looked up once more. What did she expect? No one gets something for nothing.
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 8, 2011 9:56:54 GMT -5
Yeszlin refused to look at Seriah anymore. "Why are you still here?" she asked, sounding frustrated. "It doesn't matter why I was going to Cados because it really wasn't that important. Otherwise I wouldn't have had to push to be allowed to go. Werecat movement gave me a reason to go back to the castle library. Alright?" By the end of her sentence, she was on her feet and looking at Seriah with burning eyes. She was angry. She didn't want to have to tell him anything and him being there was pissing her off. If she thought she could get away with it, she'd attack him, but she knew he was out of reach. And then she remembered the bottle of wine. She reached down and picked it up, chucking it directly at him with all her strength. "Cheating bastard!" she yelled, hoping her projectile hit him. "At least make me talk rather than getting my hopes up and crushing them like the dirty, vicious monster you are! DO SOMETHING! I don't want to talk to you, I want something to do on my own!"
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 8, 2011 22:40:00 GMT -5
The glass bottle shattered against Seriah's lifted forearm, leaving a spattering of red to stain the white tunic. With a small, rather exasperated sigh, the warlord gently pealed one of the larger pieces of glass out of his forearm. His tone was calm when he did speak, saying lightly, "Only blood of mine you could manage to spend, just gets replaced from someone else." Where had the werecat's moved that'd made the pack sniff around? Maybe it didn't matter, but he might have liked to know.
He stood up from the chair, pausing to sweep his gaze across the floor to make sure any piece of glass large enough to be used as a weapon was beyond Yeszlin's line of reach. "Heh. You almost sound like you're asking to be tortured." A strange way to think, in his opinion. "But here's what you can do on your own: Sit and stew in your mind. Maybe you'll think of something profound." He left the chair, heading towards the stairs with the intention of putting water on the shirt before it stained (if it could be saved at all). He'd never had so many stains in his house before he'd started keeping guests...
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Post by Yeszlin Ravella on Jan 9, 2011 12:35:03 GMT -5
Yeszlin dropped down to the ground on her knees and covered her face with her hands, releasing a sob. Stuck alone again. Instanity would take her before she knew what hit her. She was certain of it. She let her hair fall over her shoulders and hide her face from view; the stupid leech didn't need to see her tears. And now he probably wouldn't even think to feed her or give her water. But that was that, she supposed, and she'd just have to deal with the consequences. She was actually relieved that she'd given him nothing. Or, at least, nothing of importance. By her standards, she felt as if she had handled what she knew well and that the vampire had nothing to go from but an idea of what could be going on. With a sigh, she calmed herself and lowered her hands, resting them on her lap and staring with her blue-green eyes, contemplating what would happen now.
(End?)
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