D. (Jan 25, 2011 2:11:23 PM)
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Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:11:36 PM)
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Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:12:15 PM)
(as if you havent noticed my connection sucks today,so if I go poof I will be back)

D. (Jan 25, 2011 2:12:28 PM)
[ No sweat. Gimmie a moment to review. ]

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:12:40 PM)
(np,BB so its all good)

D. (Jan 25, 2011 2:13:18 PM)
[ Okay. Methodology for learning Blood 4? How you going about it? ]

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:14:45 PM)
(she might lose some humanity for this but she was going to use a ghoul from the chantry,course she isnt looking to kill them,but ghouls are expendable)

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:15:43 PM)
(as for Lure of the flames which I also put a request in for if thats cool,the usual trying to light candles)

D. (Jan 25, 2011 2:16:01 PM)
[ *Nods* So reflexive abilities of blood and practice, rather than study? ]

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:16:29 PM)
(yup,for now)

D. (Jan 25, 2011 2:21:05 PM)
The general mood of the Chantry was subtle, morose. Quiet. Flickering candlelight dominated the locales by far and wide. Little more occupied the libraries in general, with the occasional green shaded lamp atop a gold stand sitting astride a desk. The young man recruited from the University lacked any sort of real skills, though much was promised to him, and that was enough. Michael plucked the books from their locales upon the shelves and returned obediently to the Tremere Primogen. Fumbling along the way, and breaking the treasured silence of the building, the priceless tomes spilled to the floor unceremoniously. Bereft of any semblance of tact, he smiled sheepishly at another of the Ghouls who had been milling about, receiving a disdainful glare in response. Without a word, Michael arrived at Anastasia's side with the tomes, one of which sporting a fresh dent on it's hard cover. His eyes remained on the ground.

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:27:47 PM)
*She watched Micheal as he went to the shelves,pulling the requested books/tomes from it. But,as soon as they fell to the floor the unreadable mask that she always seemed to have was broken with a narrowed glare at the young man,useless she mumbled under her breath but she did not move from her seat to help him,oh no that was not her job.When he approached she glanced at the books/tomes and noticed immediatly the dent in one,she did not take any of them from him*Do you realize how priceless these are*scolding him*you are lucky I do not strike you down here and now*she felt she did not have to used any intimidation on him,for she knew he was already a whooped dog*Sit down,and put them on the table carefully,for if you drop them again,I will not say out loud what will happen to you..

D. (Jan 25, 2011 2:30:08 PM)
There was a loud swallow, audible in the almost preternatural level of silence that the Chantry cultivated. He remained still as a statue for a good couple seconds after the woman spoke, swallowing once more and becoming vaguely aware of himself. A quiet nod was the only answer as he slid across the floor and set the manuals down on the table, careful not beginning to explain the motives. When finished, he returned to her side, eyes on the Vampire's toes. And after a moment of sober contemplation, he kneeled at her feet with hands folded on his knees.

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:40:07 PM)
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Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:41:03 PM)
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D. (Jan 25, 2011 2:41:05 PM)
There was a loud swallow, audible in the almost preternatural level of silence that the Chantry cultivated. He remained still as a statue for a good couple seconds after the woman spoke, swallowing once more and becoming vaguely aware of himself. A quiet nod was the only answer as he slid across the floor and set the manuals down on the table, careful not beginning to explain the motives. When finished, he returned to her side, eyes on the Vampire's toes. And after a moment of sober contemplation, he kneeled at her feet with hands folded on his knees.

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:41:22 PM)
(thankfully I was alble to read that before I went poof..oh nvm lol)

D. (Jan 25, 2011 2:41:32 PM)
[ No sweat. ;) I copy just in case. ]

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:42:22 PM)
*She sat in silence patiently waiting for him to do as he was told,which took him longer than expected but for once she let it go at least for now,the threat was enough to ensure things were done properly.Soon as he kneeled down at her feet she smirked to herself only,as she looked at him then a wicked grin crossed her face,this was to perfect she thought to herself.While he was at his knees she removed her Athame from its sheeth envoked her blood by cutting her finger spending one blood to preform what needed to be done letting it drip on to her black slacks. She would not kill him no,but she would make sure he would feel that whoozy sensation upon loosing blood after all she did need to replace what she spent,licking her wound closed,as she laied her hand on her leg plam side down*(me too learned the hard way)

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:43:07 PM)
(shall I roll,or wait)

D. (Jan 25, 2011 2:43:20 PM)
[ No need to roll. ]

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:43:35 PM)
(k)

D. (Jan 25, 2011 2:44:04 PM)
[ A point or three then? ]

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:44:32 PM)
(3 sounds good)

D. (Jan 25, 2011 2:50:21 PM)
Somewhat accustomed to feeding, the Ghoul gradually seemed to waft to either side as the blood within himself literally poured out of himself and into Anastasia. Body dropping weight without rhyme or reason, just mysticism behind it. And appeared entirely horrified by the concept, used to losing via feeding but not into direct thin air, a torrent from himself directly to the Tremere. His balance buckled, and slipped entirely as Michael fell backwards onto the ground, the arc of Vermeil shifting with the motion. Pure terror spread across his expression as the Ghoul struggled to regain his stance, rising to one foot and finding it unwilling to cooperate with his instructions. Nausea from the blood loss and fear crept over the male as though it were a shroud, and as he fell to the side, the plume of red pouring from his body, this afternoon's meals followed suit and expelled from his gullet. Bits of carrot and salad, half digested chicken. Wrist brought to his mouth, he stared back at Anastasia in an almost cata

D. (Jan 25, 2011 2:50:26 PM)
tonic fear. Without words. He couldn't speak if he tried.

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:52:08 PM)
(gross!)

D. (Jan 25, 2011 2:52:26 PM)
[ No kiss to disguise it. ;) ]

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:52:54 PM)
(well she was going for the fear factor,succusfully acheived..heh)

D. (Jan 25, 2011 2:53:08 PM)
[ Well. How would -you- react? ]

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:58:15 PM)
*Oh,yes she was more than pleased with herself upon seeing and feeling the effects of the Blood Path enabled,a slight grin crossed her features.She also watched the Micheals reaction to such a horrifing expereince and that seemed to make it that much more satisfying indeed.*Pull,yourself together and clean up the mess you just made on the floor. Fumble the tomes again,and the consquences shall be worse much worse*as she turned away from him leaving him to decide to either obey or sit there and face retribution if he did not. Not caring if he was able to even stand much less walk. Now onto the other task at hand,as she reached into her jacket that was drapped over the chair beside her pulling out a vovtive candle setting it in front of her,ah yes she did come prepared*

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 2:58:27 PM)
(freaked out then passed out..lol(

D. (Jan 25, 2011 3:04:57 PM)
*Crawling backward from her for another moment, through his lunch, he took another two "strides" before stopping and regaining some composure. Tears pattered down his chest and onto the khaki dockers the Ghoul wore, along with bits of food and drink. Considering the options at hand, he nodded once more to her and placed his palms on the cold stone floor, willing himself to stand and set aside the nausea and fear. A loud, firm exhalation as Michael rose up and adjusted his shirt.* I'm... sorry... Miss. *He turned and headed towards the rooms outside the Library, returning with a mop and bucket, being careful to set down the steel container in almost perfect silence. Another brief swallow as he looked over towards her, attempting to veil the shock on his features. And failing. Eyes fell back down to the mess on the ground, which he mopped appropriately and clumsily, obviously unused to the act.*

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 3:10:45 PM)
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Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 3:11:20 PM)
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D. (Jan 25, 2011 3:11:24 PM)
*Crawling backward from her for another moment, through his lunch, he took another two "strides" before stopping and regaining some composure. Tears pattered down his chest and onto the khaki dockers the Ghoul wore, along with bits of food and drink. Considering the options at hand, he nodded once more to her and placed his palms on the cold stone floor, willing himself to stand and set aside the nausea and fear. A loud, firm exhalation as Michael rose up and adjusted his shirt.* I'm... sorry... Miss. *He turned and headed towards the rooms outside the Library, returning with a mop and bucket, being careful to set down the steel container in almost perfect silence. Another brief swallow as he looked over towards her, attempting to veil the shock on his features. And failing. Eyes fell back down to the mess on the ground, which he mopped appropriately and clumsily, obviously unused to the act.*

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 3:11:41 PM)
(gah i didnt get it copied in time..grrrrr)

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 3:15:22 PM)
*She continued to look at the candle that sat in front of her,as she ignored the Ghoul that seemed to lose his control but ganing it back rather quickly lucky for him. Hearing his words she lifted her hand and made a shooing motion in response as if merely tossing his words away. But,upon his return out of the corner of her eye she watched him put the bucket down,clumsily mop at his mess.She glanced at the Ghoul in the library motioning him/her over* Clearly you lack displine*said to micheal,but not once did she turn to look at him*perhaps you should be schooled in other areasof use.*choosing not to comment on what areas those would be,letting his mind wonder*

D. (Jan 25, 2011 3:19:38 PM)
Swallowing hard once more, he didn't answer. Continuing with the chore of cleaning his meal, the liquids were quickly absorbed. Not risking leaving the bits remaining, he plucked them up with his hands and placed them into the bucket, grunting quietly in dismay at himself and the activity as a whole. Swallowing again, this time to choke back more vomit that threatened to rise to the surface due to the smell and chores, once more Michael expended will to maintain as he rose. Carrying the bucket and mop, he departed and was gone for several minutes, returning shortly thereafter having showered and wearing a pair of borrowed clothing. Again he kneeled at the woman's side, taking a moment to look up towards the candle which she'd prepared.

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 3:25:38 PM)
*she choose to ingore him upon his return for at least five to ten minutes,but she of course knew he was there and she also knew he was looking at the canlde that was set in front of her.Her Athame still in hand she choose to try her hand at luring flame she already knew she would put it out conjuring it was another matter. Cutting herself once again letting the blood drip onto her pants,which she was able to do in part to the Ghoul that sat by her now,then licked her wound closed she waved her hand but just barely towards the candle to see if it would light.*

D. (Jan 25, 2011 3:32:55 PM)
A sharp intake of breath from the inept Ghoul as the wick of the flame fluttered yellow, and caught. Eyes shifted towards Anastasia in a level of wonderment normally reserved for children beholding something like lifesized characters at Disney World. He looked towards Anastasia, and the cross between envy and jealousy of her abilities was clear on the Ghoul's face. He dared to slide a little closer to her, inhaling his own scent to ensure that he didn't cast a negative odor. And shortly thereafter, the candle flared to life, breaking from the flicker to a fist, then golf ball sized flame.

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 3:38:03 PM)
*she heard the Ghoul's intake of breath,but ignored it as she watched the candle come to life,a very slight smile crossed her features as she watched the flame grow from a flicker to gold ball sized flame. The movement caught her eye as he inched closer to her*Come closer and you will experience the flame upon your skin*said in a matter a fact tone,but her eyes never left the flame as she was most pleased with herself over*

D. (Jan 25, 2011 3:42:11 PM)
*He nodded quietly and exhaled, remaining where he sat kneeling. Eyes left the flame and Anastasia as a whole, falling to the ground. The other Ghoul, which had scowled at Michael earlier, looked towards the two and the lit candle, and moved to exit quickly. Michael took this as his cue as well, speaking once more.* Is there anything else you require of me, Miss?

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 3:43:52 PM)
*Her only response to him was* No,you may leave*as she watched the other Ghoul make a hasty exit,that pleased her but it never showed on her face*

D. (Jan 25, 2011 3:45:44 PM)
Michael nodded and stood, looking briefly to the bent spine on the tome he'd dropped, frowning. He appeared to move to say something else, but decided his life was worth more than the sentiment. Turning on his borrowed heels, the Ghoul exited quickly, planning on another meal. In truth, he was at least four shades paler. Yet the flame atop the candle was as vivid and lively as ever, fluttering in triumph.

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 3:48:37 PM)
*upon the Ghoul's exit she visibly grinned and snuffed out the candle before it dripped wax on the table close to the books/tomes. She gathered her things leaving the candle to cool before she plucked it from the table top,and retreated to her room and in doing so passed the Regent's office pausing on briefly at his door,still wondering if he was or even could be the mole within the ranks of the Camarilla*

Anastasia Montrose (Jan 25, 2011 3:48:46 PM)
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D. (Jan 25, 2011 3:49:04 PM)
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