Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 8:08:12 PM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 8:11:34 PM)
*Bradley the ghoul that picked up Benny never spoke to him the whole way there. But he did at least get the door for the man, ushering him inside with a silent gesture. The house looked very old and very Victorian, but it was still in good repair and had a decent security system. It contained very formal furniture along with a sitting room that he was directed too.*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 8:14:59 PM)
* Benjamin would attempt casual conversations until he realized how far it was going. Peering out the window at the home and offered a silent, 'Wow'. Ben barely noticed being chauffered as he eyed the architecture up and down. Structures like these reminded him of home. Upon entering the sitting room, Ben turned to thank Bradley, but was greeted only by Bradley's departure*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 8:16:16 PM)
* The lanky teenager stuffed his hands into hoodie pockets as he examined the room, noting pictures or clocks with particular care*
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 8:21:43 PM)
*Most of the pictures on the wall were old family pictures. Some of them were Elyse when she was alive looking much like she did now, only a bit more, well lively. There was one antique grandfather clock that chimed in the hall way. Soon after he was left by himself the doll like creature came from her room placing her hands behind her back as she approached Benny* “Benny! So wonderful of you to come. We have so much to talk about”\
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 8:25:48 PM)
*Benjamin's transfixion on the clock was broken by the sudden presence. Quickly turning, Ben pulled his hands out and smiled genuinely* "Indeed, we do. Thank you for allowing my presence in your lovely home."
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 8:28:54 PM)
Benny, you are always welcome in my haven. You are such a good boy. *Strange she always said things like that but for no particular reason to. Perhaps the Malkavian felt some sort of weird family like fondness for him. Had she really know how to smile or been comfortable doing something like that she might have done much of the same, but it just didn’t happen. * You like the clock? Tell me what is it about clock’s that fascinate you?
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 8:36:31 PM)
*Ben offered a sly grin at the notice of his stare, and took a few steps toward the wooden monolith* "They are hand-crafted, of thousands of pieces. Tiny wires, diminutive cogs. Individuals things worth nothing by themselves, but critical to the masterpiece. Everything works in wonderful sync." *As he spoke, he motioned almost affectionately at each feature, before turning back to Elyse, an excited look on his face* "Much like our family."
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 8:40:33 PM)
*She giggled in sort of a mechanical tone, a giggle? Something must be wrong. He had never seen anything but indifference from her while out in public and among the court* You took the words right out of my mouth. So wonderful that you understand that. *Slipping over to his side she lightly patted his shoulder, cold dead hands terribly cold, for someone who looked so perfect, yet eerie at the same time.* What all did your Sire teach you about the camarilla and our family?
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 8:47:07 PM)
*Benjamin felt the cold like a drop of ice water. How easy to forget the chill. Licking his lips quickly:* "Malcolm was actually quite informative on the Camarilla front. He didn't let me make too many blunders in court, so I got to keep my neck" *with a winning grin, though it fell slightly* "The . . . more family related courses, however, were slightly neglected. He sort of treated me as a Ventrue more than a Loon." *With an easy shrug, he continued with a sigh* "Either way, I'm still dead and alive. It must have worked in my favor."
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 8:51:28 PM)
*Elyse tilted her head to the side slighly, when he mentioned the part about being a Venture. It seemed to intrest her a bit. Her fingertips lightly danced around his shoulders, making little walking fingers to the other side and then back again like walking the plank* My sire Marcus...well...my father has taught me alot. He contuines to teach me. Tell me how are you like the Ventrue, I was nearly a toreador myself. But now I am whatever my sire asks, for the most part...
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 8:52:47 PM)
*Benjamin quirked an eyebrow with intruige* "You were 'nearly' a Toreador? Something like a . . competition?"
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 8:57:15 PM)
Very much so. *She lightly tapped her index finger against her bottom lip.* A chess game. Her name was Belinda, and Marcus won that chess game. I am stil friends with the rose clan for the most part. The children of our clan can be so very many things.
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 8:59:11 PM)
"Just between us, " *jokingly looking left and right, and suddenly speaking a whisper* "I think you ended up in the greener pasture"
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 9:01:49 PM)
*She followed his eyes looking to the left and right much in the same manner, only to nod a few times* "Darling. I know this. I would hate to have lost intellence. This way I gained enlightenment. Some of them are very very...what is the word kids use these days....fail? I guess you would call it?"
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 9:05:36 PM)
*Ben chuckled at Elyse's description, filling the room with a soft, vocal kiss. Has he been breathing?* "I have dabbled a bit with the Toreador, as my clan--and often others'--diplomat of sorts. I find them wonderfully easy to work with. They want for such simple things. A much smoother practice than, say, a Gangrel."
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 9:10:33 PM)
Oh yes of course. *For a moment she looked at him rather oddly, not very sure if he was indeed breathing, the idea that he might be that was very strange to her. Walk over over to her sofa she sat herself down smoothing out the back of her dress making sure no wrinkles were present.* That is one of the reasons I would like to speak with you. Benny, I am rather fond of you in a strange sort of way. I believe that my time as primogen is going to expire soon. Something else is on the horizen for me.
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 9:15:51 PM)
*Ben's jovial mood slowly morphed into a slightly sad, and he quickly approached the vacant seat of the sofa, smoothly lowering to eye-level. He speech sped up as he spoke:* "You are strong for us. Your guidance is critical. What do you feel so near?"
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 9:20:10 PM)
Dear Benny, I need only set up what is necessary, then I move on to let someone else take the rains because perhaps, he may be more suited to it than I. After…some training of course. *Turning side ways, crossing one slender leg over the other, her eyes locked on to him. Wanting to tell him again that he was ‘such a good boy’ but she stopped herself.* The other night a court I noticed a great need for a Harpy. We have none. Had our dear friend sheriff Vincent not been such a slacker than our family would have three positions in the court secured if I became Harpy. I feel I can serve us better in that roll.
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 9:21:24 PM)
*Ben nodded slowly as she explained, taking in every word very seriously*
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 9:26:43 PM)
*Both hands came up to his shouders now, her tingy nimble all to boney fingers curling to take hold of him. She had no real strength behind her grip on him, a fragile doll she was, easily physically brokwn if the right touch was applied. Her grayblue eyes painted with dark makeup somehow always emotionless, search out his gaze trying to capture his eyes* "Benny, do you understand what you and I must do? *She asked*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 9:35:08 PM)
*With a light shudder from the icy touch, Ben swallowed and put on his game face; the face of a businessman, a solumn, cold facade conceiling whatever he must have been thinking. With a slight nod, he spoke quietly:* "Yes. For the family."
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 9:39:19 PM)
*If he only knew what things had been going through her mind he might not have said so readily. Inhaling air in her head dead lungs her eyes suddenly left his, sifting about as if she thought someone else might be around. Glancing to the mantle she made sure that her second cat doll gifted by the prince was still there before she looked back to him. One hand remained on his shoulder while the other lacy gloved hand moved to cover her mouth as if she wanted to hide a smile that never came* Your sire, where is he? What does he do? How often are you in contact with him? *All very strange questions for her to be asking*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 9:47:38 PM)
* Ben let an eyebrow quiver at the unusual questioning* "Malcolm . . . I haven't seen him since I left Iowa. Maybe 15 years ago. Last I saw, he would have been the only Malkavian left in Des Moines. Are you thinking of summoning him here?"
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 9:55:13 PM)
Oh no no no...not at all. I would never do something like that. *Thoughtful her eyes lifted to the ceiling looking threw long eyelashes, that only added to that doll-esque look of hers. Her pose stayed that way for sometime. Her chin lifted exposing the potential weak point of her neck. The thought that one of her own clan might harm her never entered her mind* “No…I just wanted to know…in case he might decide to visit and ruin things for me. That would be a pity…I don’t like it when my plans become upset.
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 10:01:42 PM)
*With relief, Ben nodded in understanding.* "I shant think he would come to pay a visit. I was a tool for his reputation, but that was all." *made a dismissive gesture* "I wouldn't dare infringe on the plans of my elders, Elyse." *With life returning to his face with a smile, he placed a relatively warm hand on hers*
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 10:08:24 PM)
Only a tool. My how could he discard such a good boy. I am jealous. *Her words said she was jelious but such a expression never made it past words. Her eyes contained that same off in the distance look, her mouth never smiled never frowned. Feelinging warmth invade her cold relm she looked down at his hands, on her listening to the sound of his voice play like music was it was, so diffrent from her monotone voice.* My sire told me to leave if alone. He is going to be furious with me. So I decided to compromise.
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 10:08:43 PM)
(( if alone should be "it" alone))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 10:10:52 PM)
*Ben frowned in genuine concern* "Leave what alone?"
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 10:15:04 PM)
I must admit that I had done a bit of plotting and it was not a very nice thing to do. It's not nice to plot with in the family. But in the end I feel it is really for the greater good. Though...I am not sure my Marcus would say something like that....*She furrowed a brow for a moment questionging herself, then shook her head.* That is not important any more.
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 10:18:56 PM)
*Ben chuckled uneasily, readjusting in his seat. He sat quietly, thinking about words. Spells* "The greater good is a noble cause, to be sure. Shall we be taken care of, among these plots of yours? That is sort of what matters, isn't it?"
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 10:19:00 PM)
(( can't see nothing brb_)_
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 10:19:02 PM)
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Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 10:20:48 PM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 10:25:25 PM)
*Ben chuckled uneasily, readjusting in his seat. He sat quietly, thinking about words. Spells* " The greater good is a noble cause, to be sure. Shall we all be taken care of, among these plots of yours?' *with a bit of an inquisitive shrug* "I am a bit curious what sort of plans you have in store for me."
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 10:32:44 PM)
Now Benny. Don't be scared, I know it might seem a bit radical, the things I am going to say that is. *She paused for a moment, her eyes resting on him, looking over his expression, even though she was not that good at reading people.* Logicly I thought it would work well. No wait I can't tell you that now..
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 10:33:16 PM)
*She shook her head a moment, putting her finger tips over her lips to keep herserlf silent and from spilling such secrets*
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 10:42:04 PM)
*Ben smiled in spite of himself* "You should know by now that I will do nothing to harm you, or the family. I have faith in you."
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 10:43:56 PM)
Oh of course Benny you would never hurt me. I know that already, the girls talk sometime. Even though I can't hear them. In some ways I am not as well connected to the family as I would like to be. In others my connection is strong. But if you really must know...then I will tell you. But for a price. Is that something you are willing to pay?
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 10:48:14 PM)
"I've always thought you were quite connected. You helped me bridge the gap!" *Ben says this with an almost congradulate air. Coming back down to a more comfortable posture, he teedered his head either way as he murmured:* "I've never had a problem with spoilers. Besides, if there's anything that I can help with . . . "
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 10:50:24 PM)
I am connected that way...through our blood...and the mind....but its my insight. I can't even hear my own daughters but Gilbert can. *She shook her head and waved her hand a bit* Gilbert is another story all togeather.* He would make a wonderful tool to find the sabbat with. But not you. No...I think you are going to take my place.
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 11:00:33 PM)
*Ben placed a slendor hand to his chin in intriuge* "I'm sure he is. Are you . . . sure I'm ready for that kind of position?" *Nervousness was etched in small lines, small places. Facade? No. No . . .? The bronze eye peered from behind the hoodie zipper* "What needs to be kept so hidden, Elyse?" *Ben appeared serious, concerned*
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 11:08:55 PM)
Ready? Oh no no no. Not in the least. You are no where near ready. That is why I was plotting. She stood up suddenly, like a rocket jumping from her seat. Her hands clasping behind her back as she looked to him, tilting her head to the side a litlte. Still unsure if she should tell she looked to one of her girls for assurance, then back to him* Well to be honest, I planned to put your acknowledgement in jeperdy then have you placed under my accounting. I am a little jelous that -I- didn't get to embaress you, someone...who...gets it so easily.
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 11:15:31 PM)
*Benjamin nodded very slowly, an agonizing motion. Thoughtful, solumn. Serene.* "I don't believe I've been embarrassed. When you say, 'gets it', what do you mean?" *His elbows were placed carefully on his knees, leaning forward into life-like hands. The eye was free*
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 11:19:25 PM)
My case in point. You just now did not have a strong reaction and pitch a fit the way that others might when I would have told them such things. I believe in some ways we are like minded. I never planned to embaress you at all. Just make certain you were under my accounting. But now I simply can't do that because you already know about it. That was the idea that marcus said was a bad one. I disagreed but....as you know I cannot go against my sire.
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 11:28:01 PM)
*To this, Benjamin stewed for a little bit. Plotting? He slowly pulled a little pocket mirror, and eyed it for a short time. A quick twitch of the eye, and it was gone, with the Malkavian now looking at Elyse with a stare* "Who do you . . . need to . . . convince, of what? You know I can see it."
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 11:28:37 PM)
*He appeared to be crafting the words as they escaped his lips*
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 11:33:29 PM)
*She looked back at him for a moment, curious as to what had occured just then. Was she even still speaking to her benny? Had one of her girls possessed her would be child out of jealousy? She didn't know. Stepping to the side she looked at him, then stepped to the other side* "Is someone else there? And what can you see? If you can see it then you need not ask it."
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 11:40:36 PM)
*Ben tilted his head a little, and looked behind him, enhanced eyes scanning the area. Relaxing, he looked back at the perplexed Elyse with concern and surprise* "I-I see no one. And what I see is that you need to convince someone of something. Perhaps that I'm your childe, or whip, or something. Maybe I'm just seeing constellations . . . " *He drifted off, frowning at the air beside him. Where are my eyes? He looked down at his brass necklace and hastily polished it on his 'Porcupine Tree' teeshirt* "Forgive my . . . ramblings. Maybe I'm taking too many steps down the wrong hallway. I'm trying understand your need for me under you . . . accounting, is it?"
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 11:43:20 PM)
(( ooc...I saw porcupine tree with coheed and cambira in August and it was of the awesome))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 11:44:04 PM)
(( very cool! ))
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 11:46:20 PM)
(( FYI, I need to head out soon for groceries ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 11:46:35 PM)
Yes accounting. Why? is it that way? *She thought for a moment she had not really asked herself that question before. It was just something she had wanted like a prize of some kind* Why do we often times feel the need to do certain thing s...there is no reason...we just do.
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 11:46:43 PM)
(( Alrighty Thanks for the play :) ))
Elyse Benson (Jan 6, 2011 11:49:14 PM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 11:49:29 PM)
*Benjamin put on an almost sad smile, and nodded. Something was going on upstairs . . . * "I'm worried about the plot. I am greatful for your confidence, however."
Benjamin Wey (Jan 6, 2011 11:53:01 PM)
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