Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 1:10:13 AM)
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Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 1:12:22 AM)
*A week had indeed passed. Ben ended up being a very clean guest; he treated food very delicately--downright politely--and kept after himself carefully. Despite the obviously less-than-desireable condition of his own place, there was a certain respect that was upheld for the week. The youth seemed to be acting his true age. How strange that age could really make a difference with regards to immortals. Some simple number, or something deeper; experience hidden behind lying flesh. What if they were all older even than that? Would they truly be different in the year 2111? Or were they 'all grown up' now? Who's to say . . .*
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 1:15:20 AM)
*It was no more than 3 days after leaving Elyse's house that a summons was made. Maybe it was the demand of protection; an enemy of the innocent face had finally made a dangerous move. Perhaps it was a weakness, that he simply needed to see that perfect doll creature again, even after such a short recess. Regardless the circumstance, his music room was the location, a place of privacy. Could he be in danger behind those thick walls and steel door? Was anyone ever safe?*
Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 1:24:16 AM)
*Ben would come to know things about Elyse from the time he spent in her haven. She did indeed have a heard and it was almost like a business transaction when she fed from these members. But lately she was able to take mortal she liked just off the street, keeping them from a couple of days then change their memories so they forgot all about the event. With these meal selections she was less than gentle, she treated them nothing like people but it was all inspiration for her dolls. Elyse was a very strange one even if it did not always seem that way from the outside. Seemingly even more protective when she had him in her haven. He may have even caught her staring down at him once while he slept. Which for a vampire with her less than perfect mortals was a hard task to accomplish to rise so early. *
Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 1:24:22 AM)
*No doubt about it she was not happy about him leaving when he did. Though she never spoke a word of it, carry on. He would be back. Or rather she would have another chance. When he asked for her company it was not surprise. Though had she the choice it would have occurred sooner. Not that she was impatient, but this was a different matter all together. Standing in front of his door she leaned forward pressing the call button with a gloved finger waiting for him to answer.*
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 1:31:32 AM)
(( just a sec, relocating das child
Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 1:31:41 AM)
(( kk))
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 1:34:53 AM)
(( bach
Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 1:35:12 AM)
(( wb))
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 1:37:51 AM)
*A familiar silken voice replied with a, "just a moment" before the door lock audibly clicked. While the door was a little heavy, it as made slightly easier by slender fingers' aid from the other side. Dressed down in his darker outfit, brown hair was in it's always-sloppy mess. Had a comb ever even touched it? Soothing smile and a beckoning head tilt, Ben silently guided the doll back to the familiar music room. He pulled up to chairs amidst the mess of cables and wires strewn about the floor.* "So Elyse, how have you been?"
Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 1:43:34 AM)
*It was strange how sometimes she would dress in way that made it seem as though she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Long honey blonde curls so pretty and soft like that of princess in a storybook. This night a white dress with a sweet heart neckline and a pretty bale blue ribbon tied around her midsection. That same color of ribbon was used in fashioning a choker the tied around her slender neck. From a distance she looked innocent sweet and youthful. But when once you could see the lack of life in her eyes and emotionless features all that innocence was negated. This was a predator. *
Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 1:43:42 AM)
*Once the chair was pulled out for her she looked it over for a moment, then looked back around the room. This was his domain. His world, perhaps this mess of tangled cords was symbolic of something. Ah there she goes again looking at thing that mean nothing but trying to make something of it. Dismissing the thought she sat down crossing her legs at the ankle. The gloves she wore slowly starting to be peeled off of her all to boney fingers* “Well it seems as though I will not be Seneschal, but not for lack of trying or for trust. I simply thing the prince is far too paranoid to have someone that close to him….other than some ghastly rumors about our family I am doing well. Yet I know nothing about this Giovanni talk the harpy is spouting. Ridiculous.”
Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 1:47:37 AM)
*From the way she tugged at her gloves in a slightly more aggressive way, her golden boy with the messy hair and striking green eyes might have been the only person to know that even though the tone in her voice did not reflect that this emotional amputee was indeed feeing at least slightly annoyed by the attention her family had been getting from the new harpy. One did not seem to do their job. While the other seemed to get things wrong and run his mouth far too much about her family.* What should we do about something like that?
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 1:54:37 AM)
*Benjamin had been quick to close the door. His Primogen had something on her mind for some time now, and this was one of the most secure places he knew. Behind this closed door, no sound escaped the room; even the sound box had to be keyed on from the inside--a Ben inspired alteration. The tension coming from her lifeless motions was palpable, and it inspired him in a strange way. Indescribable, a creature with no signs of difference could show so clearly. His youthful face wrinkled in an almost pained expression:* "Nothing is as it should be right now. You diserve that position more than any other, and I think it's coming. Problem is, we have some SLOW people in power." *He nodded slowly in exaggeration.*
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 1:58:43 AM)
"The way it looks? The Prince enjoys his new playthings and their games. Increased awareness about the city and its dwellers' actions. What I think the Prince NEEDS to see is that these images are wrong." *Leaning back caused a small creak in his chair. Stable?* "It's going to take some more errors before the Prince will see any mistakes as serious enough to consider, unfortunately. More pain for any gain." *He shrugged, letting strands fall lightly about his green eyes.* "We can also seek Independant support. It's obvious that the Prince pays greater heed to those mongrels than he does his own Sect. A Giovanni's opinion of weakness should be enough to make him cringe even a little. An outsider's opinion, as it were."
Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 2:05:27 AM)
*That slight annoyance didn’t seem to last for very long before it seemed to just fade like everything else to the void of a black hole. It was not something she could keep up for very long. For her to even be slightly annoyed was something that would have driven others mad with Rage. Slowly her eyes moved back towards Ben, the gloves placed on her lap now.* He has made it known that I am trusted among our sect. You are looking at the most powerful kindred in the city outside of himself. Truth, I do it for the family. If his grace is not careful it could be that our family no longer sees it fit to serve. The others think us mad…but how convenient that our elder is the strongest vampire in this city…and in status we are climbing? Lunatics? Will they think such when then? *There was a slow tilt of her head with a questioning that lingered. Curious almost child like*
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 2:12:00 AM)
*As though to respond like an old friend's debate, Ben nodded slowly, though his pleasant smile made no appearance. Irritant.* "The Prince and everyone sees our rise in power, both station and numbers. He sees the Elder and cowers in fear. He sees your influence and potency in the court, always revering your opinions. I don't think others see with such confidence, though. They don't know our Elder. They don't see me as anything more than a smiling Loon. They don't see that they should be terrified, rather than simply cautious." *Was this that same kid, so pleasant and ready to face the world outside of the high school white-picket fence?*
Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 2:16:41 AM)
Let us be honest. I do not even are care to hide that I would play that game and that I enjoy the game. No one seems to notice the signs or care. They are all too busy or wrapped up in their own little world. Hardly that I care none the less. Lessons will be learned, all too late of course. The toreador however seem to be turning a corner. Their numbers have exploded. I am friendly with the clan of course. But they are not family. Family first.
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 2:24:46 AM)
"Hiding is a part of the game, dear Elyse. The deadliest snakes strike the quietest." *pointing to the door for effect.* "That Toreador is going to get himself killed by someone very soon if he continues on this conquest for the Sun. Suicide to invite such malignant words in another's house. He's on many dangerous battlefields with those outrageous claims." *Waving the hand inconsequentially.* "They may be vast in number, but their only claim to any power is in their Harpy--which in my eyes begins to wane. Their Primogen should have a serious discussion with him about how terrible he makes the rest of their Clan look." *Raising the same hand in a sympathetic motion.* "I intend no insult to the alliances you keep in the Clan. Only that they have a wasted player in a powerful position."
Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 2:35:34 AM)
I take no insult from you Benny. The only insult you could have would be to insult me and then it would sting a bit I would say. I could cut ties if needed. If it becomes a problem of course. *The doll like creature went silent for a moment. In a sudden flash gifted by the speed of celerity she was standing behind him. Rising to the tips of her toes she leaned forward speaking softly against his ear* You are indeed a snake in the grass. I believe I adore you even more for it. How long did you plan to keep such things from me? Isn’t it more entertaining this way?”
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 2:41:50 AM)
*Benjamin's jump in surprise was quickly followed by a devilish smile. Such wicked thoughts did that expression detail, yet so many cursed and wonderful things that one could only imagine. Yes, imagine.* "I usually play with my cards very well hidden. You, however, are just too clever for me." *He offered a wink, grin still steady.* "Cutting ties are like burned bridges, though. Hard to repair, often impossible. Being so close, it almost makes your friendship all the more important. who better than a sister-like friend to confide in about what you think? I could drop some words, but they'd never reach the right ears, or be given the right confidence."
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 2:44:15 AM)
"Lovely Elyse, however, knows that magical ear to drop that spell into. She could spin the smallest threads of doubt into the greater fabric I cannot reach. I may be able to foreclose a house or instigate an investigation, but I've not the power of a close friendship in that arena."
Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 2:49:58 AM)
Perhaps I give the wrong impression. I don’t want you to let anyone else know such a thing. It is my secret to have. I do not worry about being the evil monster I am. No…I find it amusing that Ben would be the sweet charismatic good guy. The only good hearted and well intentioned kindred in this city, the conscience and moral compass of cold and unfeeling leader. He is what keeps her in check of course? *She offered him in slow and steady voice as she slowly made her way back around towards the front of her bond mate. Standing there she looked over his from, nodding to herself as if she came to some sort of conclusion. *
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 3:00:52 AM)
*He shrugged innocently, face smoothing out to be a simple smile.* "I'm simply suggesting that you could pass a thought to some friendly ears. Everyone knows that I could do no wrong, and that's how it will stay."
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 3:08:38 AM)
"What I'd REALLY like to see is a stint of violence." *He said it with that same smile, a show of pleasantness that belied such odd words from his mouth.* "A court riot. Somebody gets mad and throws a chair, a punch, or even a person. Something. That will give people the anxiety. The pressure would surely turn up, and those that couldn't handle it would buckle like whimpering children." *The grin molded into something sinister, and yet . . . mirthful. Hope?"
Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 3:11:32 AM)
That would be entertaning. The prince was in foul mood last court, and clan brujah was shot down. They lost a primogen seat and Carla was removed as whip. The keeper suggested she be pirmogen adn as you can guess she was denied. *There was a moment where she looked as though she recalled something. All be it fadeing into a bit more of a confused looked.* Oh yes. Do you recall that rose that looked like a brujah more so than a rose? Avi I think was his name? He sat with me at court one night, kept me company....well it seems as though he is the new scourage. He was so kind as to provide me with my first kiss as well. Mortal are strange. I do not see why they find that sort of thing to be so amusing. As I recall it was very...unremarkable. So I can't imagine why they do it so often. It really serves no prupose that I can tell.
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 3:21:08 AM)
*He almost sighed in relief upon seeing no reaction about his uncharacteristic words. Perhaps she was finally coming to terms with what kind of a person this man was?* "See, that breeds a perfect opportunity! Assuming I'm not 'tied up' with things for the next court, I could potentially instigate her a frenzy about the scenario. Those Brujah do have mighty tempers, don't they?" *He chuckled then, sweet as honey falling lightly through sunlight.* "Avi? I havn't met them just yet. If there are more of those Thuggish types roaming, that might make some lovely subject of frenzy." *A lightbulb went off in his mind, clear as glass smashed in silence. Without acknowledging it further, he simply resumed smiling.* "First kiss, eh? What I find most interesting is a Scourge being so . . . gentle. And if it was unremarkable, quite frankly he must suck at it." *He shrugged indifferently.*
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 3:21:16 AM)
(( I need to be heading for the pillow
Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 3:21:29 AM)
(( alrighty! nini))
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 3:21:40 AM)
(( TTFN
Benjamin Wey (Apr 25, 2011 3:21:44 AM)
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Elyse Benson (Apr 25, 2011 3:24:06 AM)
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