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Made of Stone; ~Armand~
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Topic Started: Jan 14 2012, 02:59 AM (252 Views)
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Sebastian
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Jan 14 2012, 02:59 AM
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One month had passed since Sebastian had returned to the city of his former Master. It was not under rule of another, one who did not deserve what she had. Stupid girl. She was too blind, too in love with her own power to see he had been one of the many who had fled the night she took charge. A full year ago that had been, but he still remembered it like it was yesterday. He had been there, at his Master's side, when the man had fallen. It was a sad day for all when the inexperienced wench took hold of his home. Scared for his life and hellbent on revenge, Ian had ran. Before he left, however, he had assured his wolf that he would be back. He would return, and together they would exact revenge on the two who had torn apart their lives.
For that, though, they were both going to have to be very patient. Oh yes, they would play their parts well. Ian was doing well for sure. Her new servant was not too fond of him, but all that mattered was how well he could pretend to be unquestionably loyal to her. That was all a facade, and he was sure her servant was not the only one who knew. He would not have been so much of a hindrance if it were not for his power. Ian knew for a fact the new Mistress did not take lightly to Humans, but this one was special. This one was a necromancer, and it was his power over the dead that kept Sebastian from acting too soon. A full month and he had yet to contact his wolf. He wondered how the boy was getting on without him. Certainly he was doing well, behaving himself, because he had not heard a word from the Mistress about any disturbances within the wolf pack. No, not since the new mongrel had settled himself upon the throne.
Even the power the servant possessed would not be enough to keep Ian from avenging his late Master. His loyalties still lay with the deceased man, and he would have his vengeance soon. This new move in their game of chess merely meant Ian had to take a better look at the other end of the board. Surely Connor would be grateful to hear from his Master, want to do his bidding. This would be the wolf's time to shine. Indeed, the attack would have to come from his end of the game to draw suspicion away from Sebastian. The vampire could not reveal his part in the scheme until he could be sure he could get close enough to the Mistress to deal a finishing blow. If it cost him his life then so be it. At least then he would be with his Master, reunited at last as they should be.
Closing the door to his bedroom, careful to leave it open enough to hear footsteps on the other side, Sebastian moved back to settle at the foot of his bed. It always amazed him that he managed to get cell phone service so far underground, but it was never something he thought to question. There was no reason to complain about something so trivial when he had much bigger problems. Looking at the phone he held in his hand he dialed a number. Even with being gone for a full year, he still had the number memorized. After all, the young pup had been a large part of the vampire's life before they lost their homes.
He heard the phone ringing before he put it to his ear. Did the boy's loyalties still lie with him? That had been a question he had been asking himself for a while now, and it was part of the reason he had waited so long to contact him. Of course, he would not tolerate betrayal. If the wolf had decided he no longer wanted to deal with Ian, well, then he would be punished for it. No one backed out on Sebastian, not even his own animal servant. No, he would do as he was told or there would be hell to pay. To reassure himself and his fears he continued to tell himself there was no way the boy did not want to make the new wolf king pay for what he had done. The tyranny and fear the previous Ulfric had ruled his people with had taken years to build up, and the new wolf had swept in and destroyed it in one afternoon. It was not as if they had not seen it coming since the man had done all the formal necessities to challenge the king, but it was still a blow to their power base.
Hearing a voice at the other end of the line Ian spoke up. Hello, my friend. It has been a while, he said. Not bothering with small talk, Sebastian dived right into the heart of the conversation. I do hope you are still prepared to fight for me, because I have a plan for you as I had promised. He went into detail about how exactly he planned to get things done, pausing every so often to listen to the other man, never completely taking his focus off the hallway just in case someone they wanted to listen in outside the bedroom door. Doing his best to keep his voice low, he continued on about how things were going to unfold. There was almost no need to give the wolf more than what was required of him, but Ian trusted him. Even if he had not, now that his wall was down again the wolf would know his Master's thoughts. The boy would know the plan, and Sebastian did enjoy having someone on his side to talk to for once.
A pair of feet shuffled outside the door. Realizing in horror he had neglected to listen closer for eavesdroppers, he spoke quickly. I must go now. Keep an ear out for me, because I will be calling again soon. Good luck, my friend. With that he hung up and rose from the bed. Had the owner of the feet outside his door been listening in? He was about to find out. Ian made his way to the door, pulling it open to find the servant of the Mistress and the last man he wanted anywhere near him. What are you doing, you sleuth? he demanded. How much had he heard? Sebastian kept the fear from him face, but it was there. Any vampire smart enough to have a sense of self preservation as Ian did would fear a necromancer. If it had been up to Ian he would have had the man hunted as the Council had done centuries earlier.
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Armand
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Feb 22 2012, 10:33 PM
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Two weeks had passed since his coming into the vampire's realm, he had thought through his decision but now he found himself slowly becoming them; in a sense of course. For the past three days he had walked these halls in his spare time, most often of a day when all but two of them slept. He found himself a bit disconcerted among them and perhaps as a result he's acute insomnia had been violently thrust into chronic, it was something he would get used to however. His thoughts lingered to the woman, the master of these halls, as he roamed; she was beautiful and powerful and oddly she was familiar. His fingers rubbed the smooth surface of a coin left in his pants pocket as his mind wandered to more disturbing areas than he cared to visit often. Often she spoke in a way or allowed a certain expression to cross her face that was like a knife to the man's heart, sometimes he saw Annabelle; not the raven haired goddess whom he served.
Armand pressed his back against the ebony marble, crouching he rested his head in his hands and rubbed his tired eyes with a haggard sigh, a part of him wondered if he could carry through with his promise to serve her. He wondered if this place would drive him mad before he finally caved and retreated, tail tucked, into the sunlight of the human world. Pull yourself together. He chided himself, How many other vampires will seek you out and offer you immortality? Standing to his full height of six feet the man extended his arms and gave his spine a refreshing stretch, he could handle this, he was a necromancer after all.
His spirits lifted and his mind feeling oddly more clear he continued to roam about his new home. His thoughts wandered here and there, to different scenarios and possibilities, to his future and his past. He stopped abruptly and strained his ears, a whispered voice once more touched his ears- but who's? Silently he made his way to the voice and upon more closely hearing its tone felt the muscles in his stomach painfully tighten with a wave of irritation; Sebastian, another new resident in his Lady's house, and one he wasn't fond of in the least. When in the man was in the her presence Armand couldn't help but feel the hate that seemed to radiate from his form, although he pledged his allegiance Armand was sure he was not sincere, and thus he mistrusted this particular vampire more than the mistress' advisor.
Leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, Armand listened as the call hurriedly was brought to an end. A cocky smile pinned to his mouth that only widened as he caught a momentary sign of fear in the man's face, I'm on to you. He warned darkly.
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Sebastian
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Jun 28 2012, 02:58 PM
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Sebastian hated that dark smile. He wanted nothing more than to wipe it from the man's lips. If his bond with his mistress was strong enough, Armand was going to be one of the many casualties in this war that no one fought anymore. Ian was okay with that. He would feel no remorse when the light flooded from Armand's eyes. He only ask that he be present when it happened. Perhaps he would set the scenario up so that the Servant accompanied his mistress. That would be tricky, though. It would be almost asking for defeat. Sebastian was sure he could do it, though, as long as he had allies in good places.
"On to me? Why, you speak as if I am up to something." His voice held a lift of surprise. "What could I possibly be up to?" There was no need to answer that question, because both of them knew he was not an honest man. Sebastian was scheming and Armand knew it. Armand did not know every detail of what Sebastian had been doing, though, and that was important. All the suspicion in the world would not solve the riddle of precisely what there was to be suspicious about. Thankfully Ian was careful in all his planning.
Ian shifted his weight and continued, "You prowl around here, watching me like a hawk." He did his best to sound hurt as he prattled on. "I promise I will not be doing anything new no matter how many times you come around that corner. I have found that I am fairly boring." That was true for the most part. Sebastian had been scheming for almost a year at this point. It was all he did anymore. Revenge consumed it, and he would have it or it would kill him. The last line about being boring was just thrown in because Sebastian thought himself a comedian. He even managed a tiny, innocent smile to go along with it.
"Do you not trust me?" He asked. Obviously he all ready knew the answer to that. Any smart man would know not to trust Ian, and Armand, no matter how annoying, was a smart man. Had he been around when Ian's Master was defeated then Sebastian would not have even tried to return. But as it stood, Armand's mistress did not have the greatest memory when it came to people who mattered little in her quest for power. "What reason have I given you to mistrust me?" That question was purely out of curiosity. Ian wanted to know whether any of his behavior had been a giveaway, or if Armand was simply a suspicious, mistrusting person.
"Your mistress trusts me. Are you suggesting she has misjudged me?" The term was distant. Your mistress. Ian did not belong to her, nor she to him. Would Armand pick up on that? It did not matter whether or not he did. Isobel important to Sebastian for only one thing, and he would not rest until she was dead. "Surely you trust your mistress' judgement," he continued, pursuing the line of argument he had opened. Any good, obedient servant would be flustered should anyone suggest they were anything but blindly loyal. Of course, Sebastian knew not to expect such a response from Armand.
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Armand
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Jun 28 2012, 09:10 PM
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The man never moved from his relaxed position against the wall and even as the man spoke he couldn't bring himself to wipe the smile from his face. Keep digging your grave. He thought to himself as amusement found its way through the darkness to his lips, did Sebastian honestly think he could talk his way out of this? Did he really think Armand such a fool as to believe he would apologize for the intrusion and bid him good day? Ha! He was more foolish and incompetent than Armand might have first believed. No Armand knew better, knew the man to be much more intelligent than he let on. Perhaps it was for this reason he felt the need to watch him.
The hall had long since faded of any sound when the raven haired man spoke, Prowling? He repeated, his brow raising with curiosity, Heh watching you? I observe all as they sleep. Its a very long day to spend sometimes when I haven't the demand to work. These are none of your concerns however. One could hear an underlying tone behind his words, with every sentence that found its way to the vampire always the tone said I know. And although in truth he didn't know the extent of what the other planned he only hoped he would be the voice in the back of the man's mind saying "Do you honestly believe you will succeed? Still the man smiled as he observed the vampire's face, One usually only believes people are watching when they have something to hide. Tell me, dear boy, what is it that you so desperately wish to keep secret?
Don't you trust me?
The moment the words touched his ears laughter burst from the necromancer, Trust you? Humor lined his voice with every word, Trust you? He repeated. I don't trust you as far as I can throw you, boy, whatever gave you the impression that I might? His laughter fading the humor never left his lips. Boy. The vampire had probably lived two maybe three more lifetimes than Armand would ever see and yet the word had slipped from his mouth as if he'd been talking with a child. Soon, however, even that faded. Leaving only the darkness that had first dwelt within the smile, perhaps he had to give the other some credit; thus far the man had given him no reason at all to mistrust him other than the hate he could almost taste when his Lady entered the same room. In his eyes this was reason enough, it wasn't to say she was the sun that lit his world, but she had first sought him out because she felt him a threat on some level. Did this not also give him reason to protect those who might wish to harm her and her court?
My mistress. Specific emphases he was sure to place on the beginning of his sentence, any way of letting the man know his suspicions were rightly placed. Can often be short sighted. He bluntly stated, I know not her full view of you but even an immortal can make very mortal mistakes. With this said he lengthened himself from the wall, Power can be blinding, but I will not let you feed from this weakness. Trust me.
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