Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 12:39:40 AM)
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Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 12:43:39 AM)
*There he stood, staring at a white and red sheet laying on an eisel. He wasn't really sure how long he'd been there, but the end result wasn't all too far off from what he wanted. A mess. A large mess. Streaks, blotches, fan-shapes and stabs. Benjamin had never been much of an artist--draws borne of his slender figures were skewed and tainted in some way--but this was actually almost beautiful. There were many shades, many shapes. A great many roads with no obvious direction. Endless.*
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 12:46:16 AM)
*She didn’t look like herself. This was not her normal outfit. Black pants, a black turtle neck, long blonde locks pulled into a pony tail. Oh and something else, her clothing covered in blood spatter, from what looked to be a murder scene of some kind. She was not a messy eater. No this was different. With black war paint smeared under her eyes, she dropped her unseen presence in the door way, tossing down a one very beautifully decorated stake, the one that had been un-used, her pocket still full*
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 12:53:58 AM)
*The clatter of the stake hitting the floor shocked Ben out of his persistent funk. Whirling about, he saw his precious doll standing near the door, so oddly clad, and rushed over. Eyes shot from point to point. Black pants. Blood splatter. Black makeup. Stake. It all added together quite easily.* "You fight this night! What happened? Are you alright? Are you hurt?" *A father to a daughter? It wasn't clear, but neither was his perception. So much red . . . *
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 12:58:34 AM)
*The way he rushed to her, concerned for her well being was not something she had to question. If she could relate to anyone it was Ben. Had he came in such she might have frenzied. The fragile appearing doll would not tolerate the idea of her innocent Ben, the golden boy being in a position of danger.* I will need to make more stakes. *She said in her monotone voice, yet something about her was strangely more alive than ever, her eyes looked strange, whirling the with thoughts of what she had done. Manic maybe? On the edge.* I am perfectly fine. Thank you Benjamin for your concern, a tad hungry…but..nothing that cannot be fixed.
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 1:03:54 AM)
"Damn right I'm concerned." *He hugged her despite the mess it would make to his own attire. Hell, his own clothes were stained red already from the paint. Maybe she won't notice . . . * "Pleas tell me. What happened out there? It wouldn't be right for me to fear for your life every night, not knowing what the danger was." *Logic. Yes, that's it. Logic was the weapon, the pen, the mystical item of choice. Firmness was a side-affect. Truth was paramount.*
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 1:09:27 AM)
I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to fret. Besides if I had died you would have heard me scream. *She said those words to comfort him, never did she think it would be something that might upset someone. With him so close pulling her into a hug she rested her chin on his shoulder, her eyes staring out at the painting he had been working on. All the red, it was the bond between them at work for sure. He must have known the red, red from blood spilt* We attacked echo’s pack. I staked a hideous fat vampire. We killed several, supposedly Echo as well. But I am not 100% convinced of that….I don’t believe it.
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 1:23:32 AM)
"'We' attacked Echo's pack: as in, you, the Keeper and who else? Were there survivors, aside from those staked?" *Millions of questions, thoughts, pushes.* "Echo has been such a pain . . ." *He'd released the hug, now rubbing his chin thoughtfully before stopping. Several jerking motions later, he smiled outrageously.* "Oh is this precious . . ."
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 1:25:41 AM)
*That look of maniacal creation . . . it was all too familiar to Elyse. It used to be more common, back when things made more sense. Perhaps it was a good sign?*
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 1:29:36 AM)
Avi, and Carla was there as well. She is now the Brujah primogen and well as Their Elder being the Seneschal. Lovely. Xavier is in torpor. One got away a Nosfaratu who hit me with a tree branch then ran away. *Even though he released the hug she didn’t let him get far. The weight of her chin on his shoulder shifted slightly so that it as her head now resting there, strangely eyeing his neck. Though he might not even see such a look*”Oh. The prince…well Gamell lost his head, but we found it. I thought I would feel something when I saw his head, or when I staked someone for the first time. I didn’t really. Though the feeling of blood hitting my face, tickled and made me giggle a little….that was about it.
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 1:34:31 AM)
(( brb ))
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 1:34:36 AM)
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Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 1:35:08 AM)
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Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 1:35:18 AM)
(( if you posted after me I didn't get to see it
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 1:35:36 AM)
(( whoa, everything just caught up at once
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 1:36:29 AM)
(( haha))
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 1:47:25 AM)
"Hm." *Ben nodded as he rubbed his chin, still smiling. Perhaps he wasn't listening all the way . . . He didn't seem to notice Elyse's odd look.* "The Prince is dead, then. We do know for certain. Doesn't really surprise me that you didn't react. People only really respected his age and position, not the person." *He shrugged a little, attempting not to squew his doll's perch. So delicate. Petting her hair just a little, Benjamin chuckled and asked:* "The hell is Carla doing as . . . my god . ." *His chuckle growing to something almost uncontrolled.*
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 1:52:13 AM)
Humm….doing as primogen? *she nearly cooed with a slight twist in her voice. The night’s festivities had don strange things to her mood, perhaps stirred her senses. Taking in a much unneeded breath she toyed with the thought for moment closing her eyes, a soft sounded lullaby that only she could hair played in the background.* Because there was a deal…I am sure of it. Izzy is prince now by the way…Poe was ousted as a Ravnos…and removed from his position….lets see….Oh yes…do you want to hear more?
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 2:02:48 AM)
"There was a -" *He frowned a bit in confusion. So much strangeness.* "Izzy . . . Poe . . . oh this is . . . This is something indeed!" *Moving back a few steps, Ben cackled loudly, echoing through the room in strange mirth. Laughter brought the Malkavian to his knees, as he held his sides together lest they explode. Sparks to gunpowder; better than he ever could!* "Oh this is . . . hahaha, this is richer than wine!"
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 2:07:42 AM)
*Something annoyed her disturbed her calm justice of peace. When he took steps away, her head fell off his shoulder, causing her quite a bit of upset. A small hiss, yes a hiss escaped from her lips as he backed away, though it was quickly contained, her hand moved in front of her mouth the way she sometimes did to suppress a giggle. She didn’t really understand a the lot of it his laughter. Though she did have to admit court was rather entertaining. She would wait till he had some how caught his self before she would continue, maybe even let him enjoy his moments of laughter.*
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 2:18:26 AM)
*Laying on the ground, his final dieing chuckles came through, Ben relaxed, staring at the ceiling with a toothy grin. So many beautiful things.* "Ahhh, the Prince is replaced by a madwoman, and no one has anything to say of it. The old Ventrue is gone, and I had nothing to do with it! An idiot leads the Brujah--standard, I suppose--despite everyone's disgust. Poe the Traitor finally comes to show his true colors, and I trust he's dust now?" *Sighing in relaxation.* "I could never have orchestrated such a calamity."
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 2:23:46 AM)
*He would soon find her down on the ground as well, laying on her stomach with her knees bent into the air, feet crossed at the ankle, her chin propped in the palm of her hand, looking more like a teenage slumber party participant then a deadly killer* There is more. Ama…decided it would be good time to say infront of the whole court that I was bound to the elder and it was the only reason I supported her. That upset me. So I decided she needed to be enlightened. She is cursed with the haunting…but you must not tell anyone I want her to think she is going mad…even before I did anything like that. I recall her saying she heard Echos voice speak to her. She upset me. I had to teach her a lesson. She was escorted out of court screaming like a mad woman. Though poe is not dust.
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 2:32:58 AM)
"My beautiful doll. Elyse, how did I not meet you sooner? So elegantly done. Masterful. She will pay for her words of pain." *Turning his head to see her laying down, he smiled. It took someone special to meet another eye to eye regardless of circumstance. Wait, the 'circumstance' . . .* "Rylie has been in a thorn-covered political position for too long. I'm glad she was taught not to make such bold moves in the future. If you need, I can further . . . enlighten the mistress. Your choice." *Smiling like a fiend, he sighed.* "I hoped. SOmething seemed off about him. Maybe he smiled too much." *This sent the small Malkavian back into a short giggle fit.*
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 2:40:48 AM)
*No doubt Elyse liked being called a beautiful doll. A thought that caused her to find a lock of her golden hair twisting and curling it around a boney nimble finger so that she might admire it as well. Vain? Not really, just like any toreador she liked beautiful things. She admired many people, Ben for one and his green eyes. She would always remember his eyes.* “You need not do that yet. Ryile mist learn you do not mess with my family…I made a deal with the ravnos. I asked the Prince if I may clear his memory of the wedding cake house location. She said that would be fine. Instead….we bargained. I did not go trapsing through his mind…and he gets me a tape of Riley meeting with Echo and exchangeing letters…I don’t like the way Riley looks like echo…again…our serect.
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 2:57:14 AM)
"Lovely secrets. Wonderful deal too, by the way. Should he risk something with the knowledge of our location, he will burn. Worthy trade, I should think." *He nodded with approval. Deals weren't things he often liked, but this would work out.* "Rylie with suffer for speaking out against you, and perhaps once she has the right idea, her political life will end." *Sneering a little.* "The Elder Rose will keep her safe, claiming her for Accounting and protection, likely. Predictability comes with age." *Shrugging again.* "I suppose we still win, right?"
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 3:00:41 AM)
I would not be so certain on that...from what I am seeing Ama may not be in favor with the Elder. She certainly would not be in favor with her after this little tape. Oh and I thought of that already you see...if the location is some how leaked...then well...someone else must have told him the location. Many others know of its location a malkavain would never let that sort of information out there would they? You see...Poe was fun...and amusing when he was not attacking our family. Well you see that will end now as well with our deal
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 3:07:15 AM)
*Popping his neck once, still laying on the floor:* "I'm sure he is. Will our Ex-Harpy be killed once his information is turned out? I'm quite eager to see an informant-for-hire fall below the times." *His smirk was downright evil.* "The last I heard from Joelle was that the Rose Elder held quite an opinion of Rylie; enough so that this little tape may not hinder her vision. Perhaps she knows already, and that we will need to 'help her along' however possible. Safest bet, perhaps." *Waving a hand at the ceiling as though to illustrate a point to it:* "There are simple words of 'responsible for the Prince's capture', though I'd think to move someone as old as her, words will not do on their own." *Frowning suddenly, Ben turned to look at his Doll.* "Our Traitorous family member has yet to be seen, right?"
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 3:14:10 AM)
I am not sure what will become of him. If he chooses to dig is own grave. Well then, we shall let him. I doubt he can help it. *Rolling off to the side she turned so that she might look at the celing as well, painting imaginary shapes with her finger in the sky like it was nothing to sit and converse about the life and death of others with her closest friend* As for the elder...and riley...I don't think I am done with this story I found an ID on the so called echo that we killed. All the others had id's phones and stuff....as if they were new recuirts. Peraheps this echo look alike was as well. Maybe there is a whole army of them? Perhapes ama is but one?
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 3:16:36 AM)
Oh as for mary. No I have not seen her. The moment I do I am putting a stake in her heart.
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 3:17:48 AM)
I wont kill her of course. I will just put her in my closet and forget about her for a couple of years.
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 3:17:56 AM)
20 or so...
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 3:19:10 AM)
"An army of look-a-likes. How strange." *Ben frowned with genuine concern.* "I'm not sure how one could accomplish such a feat--or why, unless it was easy. If she was one of a group of quadruplets or worse, then her unlife will be ending very shortly." *He nodded matter-of-factly.* "No one with Sabbat ties lives long. Carla seems to be evasive, however. Does no one care how much of a traitor she could be? The court has witnessed the pain a Ravnos with an itch can do. To promote one so hated so quickly is just . . . well, stupid." *At her Mary comments, Ben leaned over and smiled proudly.* "What a fun result! I know a Tremere or two that could use her for practice."
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 3:27:16 AM)
Oh yes? I would be willing to make some trades with the Tremere. As for her doplegangers as for the Sabbat. I don't know...and a part of me dose not care. I think at some point I would like to just relax...make my beautiful dolls.
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 3:29:18 AM)
(( sorry...umm someone was tapping outside my window at 3:30am....i thought it was my cats...they were sleeping it turned out not to be. I jumped up so fast I managed to cut my arm open YAY! and I got thomas up and some dude..is at our house asking to use the phone and 3:30am...cus he saw a light...FUCK YOU. Walk to the gas sation not a block down the raod. I am too an angry and jittery to really play anymore atm))
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 3:29:50 AM)
(( OMG!
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 3:30:03 AM)
(( Your arm ok?
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 3:31:14 AM)
(( yeah...its not too bad I am just more on edge than anything))
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 3:31:42 AM)
(( our house got broke inot like 4 months ago so I am not very trusting))
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 3:32:13 AM)
((( ooooo
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 3:32:25 AM)
(( well I don't blame you; there's a reason I keep an axe under the bed
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 3:32:44 AM)
(( "Gimme a reason, F&@$ers!"
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 3:32:46 AM)
(( kangaroos?))
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 3:33:04 AM)
(( I love the axe idea though))
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 3:33:17 AM)
(( Crazy aboriginals wanting my TV; I'd hack someone open QUICK if I saw a stranger inside
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 3:33:37 AM)
(( yeah I know that shit))
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 3:33:57 AM)
(( Either way, be safe! Don't think it silly to call the cops if you're still uneasy
Benjamin Wey (Jun 19, 2011 3:34:20 AM)
(( Frozen again. If you're not gone yet, G'Night!
Elyse Benson (Jun 19, 2011 3:34:38 AM)
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