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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Nov 24, 2014 16:16:23 GMT
The board of directors meeting was boring to say the least. Ridiculous discussions about finances, and the student enrollment dominated the conversation. Sebastian rolled his eyes, he didn’t really care all that much about what the school did with the rather large and sizable donation to the school. That honor went to his aid, and he was sure she didn’t give a damn either.
He looked over at her as she discussed the particulars with the board. In his presence she was normally meek and mild mannered, but when he turned her loose in the board room, she was a power house player. Who knew this lovely young lady hid such a strong and powerful will. Perhaps one day he would gift her with her own immortality, instead of just borrowing his.
Sebastian turned back from his thoughts as the meeting concluded. Smiling and shaking hands with the assembly, he invited the president out for drinks and dinner some time. Perhaps he could secure the president of the university, with a few well placed bribes or even better sips of vitae. It all went part and parcel with being a groom, this was perhaps his biggest “client” though and he didn’t want to screw it up.
They parted ways with smiles and handshakes, the smaller blonde thrall taking Sebastian’s offered arm. He wanted to tour the campus since all of the recent changes in the last few years. Much of it remained the same, but there were quiet a few additions that he would like to see. As soon as they were out of view of the President and her retinue, his thrall returned to her servile demeanor leaving Sebastian alone with his thoughts.
He looked at her again, a small part of him wishing that she would show some spunk with him, but glad that his servants knew their place. Still….
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Post by Nathaniel Fairchild on Nov 26, 2014 16:46:14 GMT
Orange light bathed the campus at night, elongating shadows. Most of the main paths on the campus were well lit; partly for student safety, partly to shut down some of the louder student voices and rabble. The night was cold, with pale stars shining through the abyss of the night sky. Most of the campus was getting ready for Thanksgiving break, which in turn made it somewhat empty at night. The meeting itself was actually wrapping up a bit later than it should.
The Bracken building actually had hints of the American Renaissance in it’s structure. Long columns, which would idealistic during the day, seemed to cast a sense or foreboding over the structure tonight. The shadows of the columns fell against the older structure. Most of the building was lit from underneath. There was also a sense of governance and honor that seemed to hang over the building. But something was off tonight.
Several of the lights surrounding the building had been knocked out. Of course, it had to be kids that would knock out those lights with a BB gun. And that was a ruse that the beast could use to trap his prey. Glass had hit the ground, coating part of the sidewalk in it’s clear shards. It was nothing that could really harm anyone, but enough of it actually crunch when someone stepped over it. More importantly, this cast a shadow of darkness over one particular spot on the campus.
As Sebastian and his thrall stepped out into the night to survey and tour the campus, he could immediately feel the pull of another predator. The beast within the shadows watched as the Gangrel stepped out into the evening. Even now, there was a sense of royality around the kindred. But Nathan saw something else. It was hard to put a finger on it, maybe it was the classic dress sense and the prim haircut. Or it was the air of scumbag entitlement.
His voice, soft and airy, escaped past his maw. It was just loud enough for the gangrel and his thrall to hear it. “As we stroll by the sea together, under stars twinkling high above. So in love, are we two. No one else but me and you. So in love. So much in love.” Even if the song was upbeat and soft, there was something underneath it in the tone of his voice. His eyes gleamed like a hungry wolf in the shadows as they fixated on the pair. His gaze went from Sebastian to the thrall in his arm. He almost hissed, a memory from long ago flashing through his mind. This reminded him of Central Park, New York. Somewhere in the shadows, Nathan grinned.
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Nov 26, 2014 21:46:53 GMT
The couple stepped out of an already darker corner. Stephanie, the young thrall at Sebastian's side, looked significantly paler and happier than she did when leaving the board room. Weakly she leaned heavily on her masters arm. Sebastian held her up as much as she held herself, and was distracted enough to not notice the additional darkness. The sound of crunching glass awoke him from his stupor.
His eyes snapped up immediately noting the darkness that shouldn't be there. He blinked once, forcing his body to change. His steely blue eyes transformed into golden slitted orbs, and the area lightened noticeably as the borrowed night vision kicked in. He scanned the darkness looking for the other beast, that caused his hackles to rise. He pushed the transformation even further, new structures formed in his nose to increase his olfactory senses beyond normal human limits. He could feel his body wanting to push to the next stage of transformation, but he forced it to stop and hold the current shape.
He sniffed at the air, his cold body failing to produce steam from his breath.
Leather
Steel
And the unmistakable coppery smell of blood.
It was the voice that gave it away though, he'd known that voice for the better part of a decade and even went into battle with it. "Hello Mr Fairchild. I was wondering when you would cross my path again."
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Post by Nathaniel Fairchild on Nov 27, 2014 1:16:28 GMT
“Helloooo Sebastian....Sebastiannn...helloooo.” he crooned out, his gaze still focused on the woman in his arms. Sebastian could hear Nathan move just beyond the edge of the shadows. Nathan’s tongue grazed against his lips, his eyes narrowing slightly as he continued to study the two people in front of him. He chuckled, his teeth finally clicking as he brought it to a sudden stop. Sebastian could hear the crunch of glass as Nathan started to move forward. He still remained in the shadows, but he was close before. If Sebastian tried, he could make out parts of Nathan’s figure. That madcap grin remained plastered on his face.
“Looks like I might have caught you with your pants down. Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You might want to watch out for that in the future, Seb. ” Fairchild said in a slightly playful voice. Sebastian could hear the slight clicking of a knife against leather as Fairchild continued to study his prey. “But, I can’t help but wonder, what treat you brought for us. Heh...what’s her name?” His voice dipped in hunger. Of course, he was talking about Sebastian companion. While the Prince kept most of his attention, the beast couldn’t help but look to his new snack.
He started to laugh again, his eyes focusing on Sebastian’s face. “That’s the thing about Muncie. It’s just...so...damn...small.” He snapped his fingers, almost as if he did it out of disappointment.
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Dec 1, 2014 21:18:57 GMT
"She's my servant, Mr Fairchild, not your snack," he said calmly, venom dripping from his words. He felt his thrall flinch, he knew that she didn't like to be reminded that she was little more to him than chattel. He also knew that the bond that was formed between the two of them forced her to love him. He could strip her naked and beat her to within an inch of her life, in public, and she would still lick his boots clean if he wanted her to.
"She's no offering to you." He kept his gaze on Fairchild, watching the silhouette move through the darkness. So far that nightmare was easy to track in the night, the glass helped. "Must you vandalize the area to hunt? You should try subtly once or twice. I should be grateful that Munice is a 'small' territory. It lets me keep an eye on it's...problems."
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Post by Nathaniel Fairchild on Dec 2, 2014 17:18:52 GMT
“That’s a shame. We could have so much…fun.” He hissed back to the noble kindred. Nathan’s eyes gleamed in what little light he was given, almost like an animal. He tilted his head slightly, noting how the thrall reacted to his voice. It was a small, subtle action but it was something that had caught his eye. He fed off those small reactions, savoring like a gentlemen would savor fine wine. But he wanted more. Softly, he crooned to the two. “We stroll along together. I tell you I need you oh so much. I love, love you my darling. Can you tell it in my touch?” It was then Sebastian could that dark chuckle roll past his maw.
Nathan lifted his hand, only to let it run through his hair. A spike of annoyance jarred through his form at the subtle comment. Nathan retorted, “Really? I thought a great hunter like yourself would understand laying a trap. But I must have been sorely mistaken.” He couldn’t help but smile as he tilted his head forward. And still, he stayed within the shadows.
“Problems. Like your little radio friend.” Nathan’s teeth clicked against each other.
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Post by Alejandro Moreno on Dec 3, 2014 17:13:55 GMT
Moreno smiled wickedly at how the Nosferatu clung to the shadows borrowing their sheltering cloak. He moved well within it even for a novice. No doubt Fairchild believed himself the hunter and Sebastian his chosen prey in this game of cat and mouse. Perceptions and reality were often very different things however...
Like a dark flower the deeper shadows open up directly behind Nathan as Alejandro seemed to almost materialize behind him within a breath's reach.
In a shivering cold whisper he breathes into Fairchild's ear. "oh do please tell us about laying a trap Fairchild..."
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Post by Nathaniel Fairchild on Dec 5, 2014 1:19:03 GMT
Nathan had started to lean forward, keeping his figure just outside the rim of light. His lower jaw jutted outward as he turned his head slightly in an almost mocking manner to Sebastian. But his gaze remained on Sebastian’s thrall. Fairchild forced himself to take in a deep breath, his dead lungs filling with stolen air. He was starting to regard them coolly, in a manner that many would have suggested border lined on hunger. It was then that the beast started to feel the presence of another. The sensation rolled up his back, moving slowly along his spine as the shadow started to unravel behind him.
Nathan’s figure stiffened as he pulled back, a frown etching itself upon his porcelain mask. Something seemed off. It was hard to put his feeling on it, but it was as if another was in their presence. Fairchild started to pull back, his shoulder pressing against Alejandro's chest. Wait... Nathan pushed a little harder, just before he heard the soft, husky voice fall into the shell of his ear. Nathan turned on his heel, growling as he pulled out one of the blades that he carred on him.
The sharp end of the blade had pressed itself hard against Moreno's neck, almost hard enough to draw blood. A bit of blood bubbled at the corner of Nathan's mouth as the beast's mask threatened to fall away. His pale eyes locked on the other kindred, who was almost disappearing in what little light there was. “Oh the cleverness of me. Sebastiaaaaan. It looks like you lost your shadow.” He hissed out, his gaze not ripping itself from Moreno. He twisted his knife sharply. All he would need to do now is just start to apply pressure.
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Dec 8, 2014 15:39:08 GMT
Sebastian had started to reply when Moreno's face materialized out of the air. He smirked, as he watched Fairchild attempt to figure out what was happening.
"It does doesn't it, but that's ok, looks like my shadow found me." He looked at Moreno and gave his a slight nod. Gratitude perhaps, and acknowledgement.
Having regained the upper hand, Sebastian relaxed slightly. Fairchild always made him nervous, but only because he was so unpredictable. He never knew if he was going to have a conversation or if he was going to have to put him down. He looked around the area, only now noticing the extent of Fairchild's vandalism. He was of half a mind to force Fairchild to replace all of the bulbs himself, but one doesn't punish with menial labor and humiliation. You punish with pain.
"Now that I see neither one of us knows how to put our pants on, why don't you put that knife away and tell me about this radio problem."
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Post by Nathaniel Fairchild on Dec 8, 2014 18:44:30 GMT
“Some moron is blaring stuff on the radio. Either to get our attention or to bring attention to us. He at least succeeded in one of those. ” Fairchild hissed out, his blade still at Moreno’s throat. Nathan’s grip tightened as he forced himself not to start applying pressure to the blade. The point of it rested on the nook of his neck, just above the man’s collar bone. Fairchild watched his gaze, his head slowly canting to the side.
Due to where Sebastian was, he couldn’t see what Fairchild was doing. Moreno had full sight of what the beast had planned. He had pulled another knife with his other hand. It was simple; he was looking to gut Moreno after the first stab. Fairchild made no move to pull the weapons away from the man as his gaze remained locked upon Moreno’s cold stare.
He lifted the blade, dragging the flat end of it against the shadow's throat. “And you, Kiddo.” he growled out. He brought his blade upward, lightly tapping the flat end against Moreno's cheek. It was a dismissive gesture, one born of anger and frustration. Fairchild was upset that Moreno had got the drop of him. While he tried now to show it, he couldn’t get over that fact. It mimicked the same action that a person would do if they slapped someone in the face lightly. “Hehehe. Try that again sometime. I’ll make ya look like a Pollock painting, friendo.”
Nathan finally flipped the knives, slowly sliding them back into his pockets. Nathan forced himself to step away from Moreno as he moved into the light. The way he moved screamed regal, in his posture and stance. But there was flair to it. The actions masked the movements of a monster. Nathan started to move toward Sebastian and his thrall. While his gaze was originally on the noble Gangrel, he couldn’t help but look toward the small creature in his grasp. That madcap grin started to slide across alabaster features yet again.
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Post by Alejandro Moreno on Dec 8, 2014 23:36:30 GMT
Moreno does not react to the knives, not the first... nor the second. He knew it would take far more than forged steel in the other man's hand to bring him harm this night. His face is an impassive slate as the uncomfortable seconds ticked by. Watching Fairchild pocket the blades once more Alejandro fishes something from his pocket and proffers something to Nathan partially obscured within his hand's grasp. "Check..."
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Dec 9, 2014 15:24:38 GMT
Sebastian stepped in front of his thrall, interposing himself between Fairchild and the young woman. Black talons sprouted from the tips of his fingers and he placed one just under Nathaniel's jaw line. Golden lion like eyes met the monster in front of him. At this range he could smell the blood coming from the corners of Fairchilds mouth. It made his mouth water. " You're claws are potent, but if you touch my property without my permission, I will show you how much better mine are." His snarled, his fangs dropping in that same moment. How he wanted to push his finger up into Nathaniel's brain at that moment. It would be so easy, like cutting paper with a scalpel, and provide about as much resistance as a hot knife through warm butter. He wondered half heartedly what his heart blood would taste like. Bitter and sweet like fear, or ashy and dry like disappointment. Ooooooh, I never did like that little shit. Carve him up all nice and pretty like." Now that I hope to have your full and undivided attention, what else do you know about this radio broadcast?" In this moment he was thankful for the cover of darkness. It would cover his gutting of Fairchild. That would have to wait though. JUST KILL HIM!
Intimidate: 8 + 5 = 13 (I'm gonna use my claws while I still got em =P)
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Post by Nathaniel Fairchild on Dec 9, 2014 18:10:25 GMT
Sebastian placed a dark talon under Nathan’s jaw. Nathan actually lifted his head slightly as he leaned forward, his cold gaze locking on Sebastian’s golden hues. “Ooh, playing mother hen now, are we Sebastian?” If I wanted your toy, I would have already had it by now…and you know I could.” At this range, Sebastian could see muscles roll under Nathan’s pale throat. It rippled, moving in a monstrous manner. Nathan lifted his chin a bit more, a bit of baited breath escaped past his lips. Fairchild let the claw drag against his neck as he growled to Sebastian. Sebastian could see the beast in front of him tense up, almost as if he was preparing to lunge. “Fuck. Put those meat hooks away. He likes to taunt people. He’s loud; I would put money on it that he might be one of ours. Little runt is distasteful to. More importantly…it looks like he currently isn’t tied to anyone when it comes to more…notorious areas of business.” Yeah, Sebastian's claws were successful. Fairchild might be mad, but he didn't want to be on the wrong end of a freaked out Villain. Especially when they felt like they are starting to be cornered.
What could be described as a distasteful frown moved across Nathan’s features as Sebastian’s actions. He pulled back, almost huffing in a comedic manner at the action. Something within the confines of Nathan’s mind whispered to the beast, causing the monster’s grin to grow a bit bigger. Nathan was now wanting to make claws of his own. He knew it would be a monsterous creation, fit for the good Doctor Frankenstein. Fairchild slowly started to move to the right, moving by Moreno as he did so. “How about you pull some of your little strings in the campus or in the local police to see what they can find? Or maybe you can have old man Withers do that for you. Cause he is clearly having to broadcast it out of somewhere if he is making it through on normal airwaves”
He looked to the shadow as he offered Nathan the pawn. Fairchild grabbed a hold of it, smirking for a moment as he did so. The look on his face was actually genuine. “Heh. We started a game we never finished. Check.” Said Nathan back to the lurking beast. Nathan actually turned on his heel, moving so that both Alejandro and Sebastian were in front of him. One thing was still going on though. Fairchild was still slowly circling them. “Ya know, old chap, you should play Sebastian here in a game of chess. He’s good, but he relies on his heavies too much. He never really uses his pawns.”
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Post by Alejandro Moreno on Dec 9, 2014 18:42:13 GMT
Alejandro continues to watch the interaction without interfering but it is clear behind he glowering eyes that he does not approve of Sebastian mirroring Fairchild's own actions with a physical threat. That was twice now in this brief meeting that a kindred had revealed a weapon intended to do bodily harm and failed to use it. In his opinion it was in poor taste but beyond that dangerous as it tested the other kindred's beast and revealed yet another weapon in their arsenal.
In that moment Moreno gave serious thought to staying out of the fight should violence erupt only to educate the 'winner' afterward. Afterall... the most dangerous threat is the one you never see coming...
Relaxing somewhat as Fairchild backs off he responds softly.
"I'm not sure the Prince plays the game."
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Post by Sebastian Ainsworth on Dec 10, 2014 16:32:42 GMT
Sebastian was almost disappointed with how this played out. He was practically licking his lips in anticipation of claiming the Carthian's soul. Though as Nathaniel backed away putting space between himself and Sebastian's black talons, he pushed his beast down and silenced the voice in his head pushing him to eat 'The Beast of America."
"I do play the game, though not like anyone else. Keep watching my dear Fairchild and you might learn something." He moved with Fairchild, keeping him in front of him, allowing his thrall to keep an eye on Moreno. This game was always tiring and he just wanted to fight and get it over with. He curled his fingers in on themselves letting the tips of his claws brush against his palms. His skin immediately began to itch, as if he had been scratched by a cat.
"If we're keeping this ridiculous chess metaphor, it sounds like your pawns have come up empty? What about the rest of the Movement? You're all supposed to be well connected with the people."
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