Benjamin Wey (May 23, 2011 7:55:08 PM)
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Amaryllis DeCuir (May 23, 2011 7:55:45 PM)
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Amaryllis DeCuir (May 23, 2011 7:55:56 PM)
(( -won't ask about the pickle-))

Amaryllis DeCuir (May 23, 2011 7:59:59 PM)
The Toreador had dressed for the occasion. She wore a leather mini and black motorcycle boots, her torso was stretched with a black sequin designer tank top. Hair tied back in a high pony tail...she moved respectfully between plots and masoleums with a sure step. She was looking for Wey....eyes curious.

Benjamin Wey (May 23, 2011 8:02:20 PM)
*The night was comfortable, as the nights had been lately. That was something Ben really liked about this place: the evenings were generally very temperate compared to where he grew up. The evening air was as moist as always, and the brunette found it more comfortable to wear less. Sticking sleeves was hardly comfortable. Tonight, his skinny, though somewhat tanned arms were bare to the elements, and shorts left shins open to the cooler mist. Hearing a figure approach so quietly, he moved around the mausoleum carefully into view. The grin was of a knowing sort.* "Lovely evening to you, Ms. DeCuir."

Amaryllis DeCuir (May 23, 2011 8:06:05 PM)
She looked at Ben, chin jutting as she tilted her head. Without heels on they were almost evenly matched. She gave him a half smile and nodded. Golden eyes were weary, as well as wary....it seemed the Primogen of the Roses, had very much on her mind.

Benjamin Wey (May 23, 2011 8:09:05 PM)
*Opening mouth waiting to speak, he took a few steps forward.* "I was most eager to finish our exchange to tutelage, lest things get complicated. I'm sure you can understand that." *A grin that would say no more on the matter.* "It seems that the command you have over your Beast is quite solid."

Amaryllis DeCuir (May 23, 2011 8:14:15 PM)
She gritted her teeth. To admit that the command on her beast was faulty at best would be to admit shortcomings....and she'd never admit that to any Kindred, especially no Malkavian. Eyes burnt into his and she chuckled and leaned on the side of a crypt. "Control is a relative thing, tis much like being possessed I imagine..." She fancied the thought a moment and then moved forward fingers creeping out and touching his shoulders as she moved about him words that should be considered spoke between him. "You need to focus your energy into being as scary and ferocious as you can....sometimes you can successfully cow someone, othertimes you can send them over the edge into near frenzy, just to flee your appearance...." She said cooly, knowing thats what had happened last time.

Amaryllis DeCuir (May 23, 2011 8:21:02 PM)
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Benjamin Wey (May 23, 2011 8:21:04 PM)
*He nodded as though understanding, and his nervousness set in a bit as she stepped closer. Those most unique eyes burned like coals. Coals of gold, molten and wild. Steadying himself as she spoke, he nodded to her instruction.*

Benjamin Wey (May 23, 2011 8:21:12 PM)
(( My comp is right about to die, hang on

Amaryllis DeCuir (May 23, 2011 8:21:25 PM)
(( kay take your time :) ))

Amaryllis DeCuir (May 23, 2011 8:27:39 PM)
She stared at him...one brow lifted ever higher and she smirked eyes on him at all times.."Do it......use what you know of Awe, to scare me instead of make me attracted... repel me..." She said cooly...the demand was evident. (( whenever ))

Benjamin Wey (May 23, 2011 8:33:56 PM)
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Amaryllis DeCuir (May 23, 2011 8:34:35 PM)
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