Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 3, 2013 21:32:18 GMT -5
A Raedsel guard strode to the door, knowing the rhythmic flamboyance of Draven's bid for entry. He pulled it open and stood in silence, allowing the executioner to cross the threshold to claim his temporary seat--until the next chapter of the event required his dictation.
Below, the prisoners brawled for their lives with the various weapons they'd been able to claim, ducking behind makeshift shelters that had risen out of the arena's dirt floor. The crowd went wild as one particularly barbaric man beheaded his opponent with a shrewd swing of his axe. Blood spilled out of the decapitated body. The triumphant gladiator, likely Freljordian in heritage, raised his arms to encourage the crowd's roar, but was swiftly knocked to the ground atop his prey by a hurled spear, which pierced him through.
The Grand General's red eyes flicked momentarily over the booth's new occupant, bearing the slightest hint of disdain. "Don't doze off already, matron," he muttered, smirking behind his shroud.
Post by kevinxsenpai on Feb 3, 2013 22:59:35 GMT -5
Vladimir was seated not directly next to Swain, but only one seat from him and to the blood mage's right was his apprentice. He looked down from the booth. Vladimir didn't really enjoy bloodshed unless it was by his own hand. He looked over to Swain and thought it would be as good as a time as any to announce that he had began training the next generation's hemomancer. He stood up and signaled for Carmilla to follow as he took a few steps and extended his hand to Swain with a smile. "Good evening Grand General. I'd like to introduce you to the next great hemomancer, Carmilla. I see much potential in her and think she may become even more powerful than I one day, after her training has finished of course... She is under your command just as much as myself. Feel free to use her as you see fit."
Post by The Deceiver on Feb 4, 2013 1:44:17 GMT -5
LeBlanc eyes flitted over at Swain and grinned at him in response.
Upon hearing the knocks on their door, she motioned towards it with a wave of her hand. "Daichi, can you let Draven in? I assume he wishes to speak to the High General about the spectacle so far."
The Deceiver craned her neck and stared at Vlad. For once, her usually illegible eyes had a clear line of recognition in it: She was curious. LeBlanc pointed at Carmilla, then silently beckoned the girl towards the herself.
Carmilla did not really want to waste her time here.. she felt it was better to use it for her training. But, seeing as she had to obey those above her master.. she might as well get to know them. Carmilla stood silently beside her master, like a faithful servant, ready to move at a moment's notice. Only when her master spoke of her did she turn her blood red eyes to those in front of her, blinking and tilting her head slightly. Carmilla gave a small curtsey to the Grand General and others..
Until her eyes rested on the Deceiver.. who was beckoning Carmilla to her.. why? Carmilla could not say, but she was a little, curious. Silently, Carmilla walked over and stood in front of LeBlanc, blinking at her with her emotionless stare, waiting to be spoken to before speaking herself.
Post by The Glorious Executioner on Feb 4, 2013 3:02:46 GMT -5
Draven enters into the Private box. the tinted windows offer very little for people to see in but from here you have a full view of the entire arena. "Hello Everyone." Draven says while looking around. Seeing his brother in the corner looking rather unimpressed by the events thus far. "Milady looking always beautiful."as he bows to Leblanc sitting next to the High General. "Sir, i hope the turnout to the event was to your liking." "i have a question to ask, may i borrow my brother just for a bit he has a special part in the next event."
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Darius continued to sit as if he were dozing silently, but his ears twitched as though turning to the voice when it spoke. "Oh, you..." he grumbled quietly out the side of his mouth, "come to watch the fun?"
Post by The Widowmaker on Feb 4, 2013 4:38:07 GMT -5
Darius would feel a hand trail down his chest for a moment before, "Yes... Well... Boredom can make a girl do stupid things..." She smirks, though no one could see it she was smiling wickedly, "Like... Let slip some news from the Isles perhaps?"
Post by The Deceiver on Feb 4, 2013 8:44:35 GMT -5
LeBlanc's gaze flickered over at Draven for a brief moment, giving him the faintest of nods in response to his compliment. She looked back over at Carmilla, her smile parted her lips. "You are his apprentice then?"
The Deceiver reached out and gently touched the girl's cheek. She pushed it ever so slightly as though she were observing a new puppy, checking it for marks or anything odd. "What do you hope to gain from being his apprentice? What are your hopes, your dreams, your aspirations?"
Post by The Master Tactician on Feb 4, 2013 9:25:35 GMT -5
Curtly, Swain grasped Vladimir's offered hand: a businesslike acknowledgement of their recent pact. He pursed his lips behind his shroud as the bloodmage spoke, but had not planned to inquire further--until LeBlanc expressed her interest. He eyed the girl once over as his mistress began her inspection, his gaze shrewd, offering no comment.
Draven slipped into the empty seat beside him. At the executioner's request, blazing eyes flicked over to Darius' corner, where The Hand was apparently engaged in a mumbled conversation... with himself. The general's eyes narrowed. Beatrice twittered at his shoulder. "Go and fetch him, then," he commanded before re-training his piercing gaze upon the object of LeBlanc's scrutiny.
Post by The Glorious Executioner on Feb 4, 2013 12:04:30 GMT -5
Draven Walks over to his brother seated in the corner hand on his axe. "having a conversation with yourself?" "Wake your self up we are going to have us a good old fashioned Blood Brothers Show." Draven says smiling ear to ear. "What do ya say lets remind them where the nickname comes from." He says holding out his had to Darius.
Subtle? I Don't Do Subtle. Summoner Name: TheDestitute Add meh
Carmilla simply sat in silence as she gazed at the Matron, tilting her head slightly once more before the Deceiver rested a hand on her cheek. Carmilla did not bother to flinch, but she knew now why LeBlanc was called the "Deceiver".. her touch was warm and soft, as though she could not hurt a fly. Though, the best illusion in life is innocence. Carmilla knew this all too well.
The girl simply blinked when LeBlanc began to ask her meaningless questions. At least they were meaningless to Carmilla. The young girl simply gave a slight nod. "I wish to be taught hemomancery, and there is no other like my Master." Carmilla replied "I have no hopes, a being like me has no need for them. My dreams are pluaged by nightmares that tear through the already shattered bits of my mind, like a blade through flesh."
Carmilla paused at the last one. "Aspirations?" She repeated "There are none for me, for I do not allow them into my thoughts" Carmilla paused once more, a smile slowly quirking at her lips.. but it was hallow.. no emotion was backing it up, it was a simple facial gesture, that would send chills down the spine of any normal person. "For you see, Matron. I am nothing more than tool of destruction, to bring death wherever I walk. That, is the only purpose a being like me serves."
Carmilla continued to smile at LeBlanc.. if one thing was clear, there was something really, really wrong with this girl.
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Post by The Deceiver on Feb 4, 2013 17:50:36 GMT -5
"...Heh. Adorable." LeBlanc's smile widened. She rested her hand underneath Carmilla's chin. With her free hand, she wagged a disciplinary finger at the girl. "You are quite the awful liar. Everything and everyone has aspirations, darling. Even a tool has a dream: To be used. You call someone master, that means you hope to serve them. Without Vladimir, as you may find your tutelage will tell you, who then will you serve? Yourself? Your desires? Perhaps you would enjoy serving me, the world I could show you and the things I could let you burn and consume with your hopes and your dreams. Just because a sword is a sword, does not mean it can kill anyone. A sword needs to be wielded, needs to be moved, it is a tool that lacks self awareness or thought, and needs to be used as such. You, however, have responded to me."
LeBlanc's smile resembled that of a Cheshire sort of feline. Her voie was now just soft coos. "So instead of lying to me, do tell me who you aim to be a tool for. Your desires, your bloodlust, love, your master, you are a tool. Who wields you...Or rather, who would you prefer to wield you?"
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Feb 4, 2013 18:10:24 GMT -5
Daichi wordlessly opened the door the flamboyant executioner before taking post once again. His eyes fell upon Darius whom was sitting there with an ever unamused expression upon his face, his lips moving to speak to seemingly himself. He knew what was really going on however; Evelynn had snuck into the Grand General’s booth. He had knowingly allowed her to enter and for now he played the fool. For now, he was the seemingly unaware guard. He was in no position to really make enemies with any of the shadow islanders. It was enough that he could visibly see her, oracles was a blessing indeed.
While he was in his position, he and his double looked upon the General I silence from beneath the darkness of his cowl. He picked up on the ever so quiet words from the widow maker if only due to his double that was closest. While it wasn't Daichi himself, his compatriot would be more than enough. While the event was not to his liking or entertaining, this news Evelynn spoke of could possibly make this all the more worthwhile to him.
Carmilla found herself blinking once more.. rolling over LeBlanc's words in her mind. She was a tool.. "..." she was silent for a long while before speaking "I care not for who wields me after my training is complete, I have no reason to.. I have no morals or laws that restrict me." Carmilla finally replied "Nor do I have remorse for those who I take from this world.. if that wasn't evident already" She then added. "Now, I have question for you, Matron.. why do you care?"
Post by The Deceiver on Feb 4, 2013 19:15:01 GMT -5
LeBlanc tittered and tilted her head, staring at Carmilla. Her silky voice drifted through the air as she asked, "You presume you can ask me questions, young one? Who are you to be ask such a question and dare to expect an answer of any sort?"
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