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Post by dusk on Aug 31, 2010 20:49:24 GMT -6
Dante sat in the great hall, his shadow was cast across the walls by the raging fire at the back of the room. He sat at the large wooden table that ran the length of the room, in his right had he held a pen and in his left a mug of beer. In front of him were multiple sheets of paper depicting rituals and such and past them were small piles of old dusty books. Usually this would be an odd view in the hall but, you wouldn't expect to find someone deep in study but there Dante was reading and writing away.
He was looking into the events that took place at the circle of trees but so far he had found nothing to go on, he wanted to know why the Satyrs were there in such a large number. The books seemed to tell him nothing and his own notes were a mix of ritual drawings and a few notes on Satyrs themselves.
Dante sighed in frustration as he sipped his beer. It was hard to imagine Dante with a book in his hand, most of the time he was surrounded by corpses and splattered with blood but this evening it was the complete opposite. He quickly scribbled down another ritual diagram before flipping through the pages of another book.
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Post by lillium on Sept 1, 2010 19:54:15 GMT -6
Camille walked through the Great Hall, not really knowing anyone except for the guy who she had come across. The one with the sword and the blood and the dog-seal things.
There was one guy sitting in the corner, all by himself. He looked pretty absorbed in what he was doing. Probably didn't want to be annoyed. Oh well! Camille was a bit bored, and he was the only one around, really, and so he got to be talked too.
As Camille approached him, she felt a bit intimidated. Oh well, she pushed it aside and continued forward. If she didn't do things just because they were scary, she reasoned, she wouldn't be the person she was today. That, and her stubbornness didn't allow her to back down.
"Hi," Camille said, finally getting close to him. "I wasn't aware that beer helped reading." Oh god. Now she sounded like a dick. Oh well, this Mystery Guy would just have to deal with it! She let out a laugh tinged with nervousness. Oh mon dieu, this was turning awkward.
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Post by dusk on Sept 2, 2010 12:37:02 GMT -6
Dante groaned when he heard the voice, another interruption. He put down his mug of beer and turned to see who was talking to him. He looked over the girl with a faint smile before turning back to his papers, "it helps me relax" he said in a barely audible mummer. Usually he would have stood up and told whoever it was to fuck off but he had never seen this girl before and she may prove to be a nice distraction from his work.
He took another sip of his beer before shutting the book he was reading, he waited for a second before turning back to her, "well are you going to sit down or just stand there all night" he said with a blank expression.
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Post by lillium on Sept 2, 2010 17:57:46 GMT -6
"Oooh. Yeah, it tends to do that. Unless you're an angry drunk or something." Camille shrugged. She hadn't really known many alcoholics.
"Sit down," Camille said, pulling a chair up and sitting next to him. "What are you researching?" she asked. The book looked strange. Actually, all of it did. Then again, she was a newbie here, so most of this stuff probably would look strange to her. Camille would probably learn about it later on.
"I'm Camille. Camille de la Fayette," she said, introducing herself. It was the nice thing to do, wasn't it? Camille wasn't exactly up-to-date on her etiquette skills. "Who're you?" she asked. Might as well know what to call him, right?
Camille drummed her fingers on the desk, not really sure what to do. She looked around, trying not to appear bored or anything, although books weren't exactly her favourite thing in the world. Unless they were about history. History was pretty cool, Camille had always thought.
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Post by dusk on Sept 2, 2010 18:08:01 GMT -6
"how do you know I'm not an angry drunk" said Dante with a playfully glare.
Dante watched as she sat down next to him, he even moved over slightly, this was about as polite as he got. "I'm researching Satyrs and the rituals they are able to perform" he said as he moved his papers into a pile and shut some more books that were open around him.
Dante smiled slightly at the girl, clearly she had not heard about him from any of the other Seidhrfolk. "I'm Dante Scarlet.... nice to meet you Camille" said Dante as he pushed his books to one side and put the papers into a small leather bound journal. He then turned his attention back to Camille, "I'm guessing your new here" he said as he stood up and took another swig of his bear.
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Post by lillium on Sept 2, 2010 18:38:01 GMT -6
"If you were an angry drunk," Camille decided- A bit hesitant at first, "You'd be screaming at me or trying to fight me or something for invading your bubble." She stopped drumming her fingers on the table. Something interesting was happening! . . Maybe.
"Satyrs?" Camille asked. Were those the dog seal things? She wasn't sure, and even if they were, she still didn't know much about them. "What are those?" She would have looked over the papers and books, but Dante was putting those away, so he probably didn't want her to look at them. She shrugged. Ah well, too bad for him, now he would have to explain to her.
"Nice to meet you, too," Camille answered. "Yeah, I am. I guess it's that obvious" she asked, looking over herself and laughing a little. Probably. The people here were all strong and manly and shit. She probably stuck out like a sore thumb.
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Post by dusk on Sept 17, 2010 21:39:36 GMT -6
"maybe I'm just bottling up all my anger" replied Dante as he put his beer down, it seemed that this girl was looking for a conversation.
"yeah Satyrs, evil goat looking things... they are usually controlled by Asmodai, personally i have a strong distaste for them. Then tend to scream and squeal when your trying to kill them" he said as his mind flashed back to the circle of trees where had had slaughtered a few of them.
"Well considering the only people who usually approach me are the newbies then yeah, its quite obvious", Dante swung one of his legs over the bench so he was siting in a straddle position looking at Camille. In one hand he held his beer and in the other his beer, he looked Camille up and down again, it turns out she was a nice distraction from his work.
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Post by lillium on Sept 17, 2010 22:24:00 GMT -6
Camille did feel like a conversation, actually. Sergio had just gone off somewhere and the stupid guards wouldn't let her go with him. She was pretty bored, to be honest. And besides, this guy knew a lot about demons, so maybe he'd tell her about them. He was right now, after all. Satyrs or whatever they were called. In any case, by his description, she figured those weren't what she had run into.
"Asmodai?" Camille asked. She had no idea who that was, really, but apparently it was some evil guy, seeing as how he controlled evil goat demon things. That apparently squealed and screamed a lot. "Sounds creepy. What are the things that look like Dr. Frankenstein crossed a dog and a seal together?" she asked. He'd probably know, after all. Looked like he'd been here a while.
If Camille noticed him giving her the sleazy once-over, she didn't show it and just continued on talking. "Well, I don't know jack shit about these demon things. That kid from Jersey just went and ran off and didn't really explain anything." She shrugged. "So I'm asking you. You've been here a while, right?"
Hmm. If the only ones who approached him were newbies, then that meant that the older members didn't approach him. Obviously. So why didn't they? Was he just really creepy or a psycho or something? Well, whatever. He didn't seem creepy or psycho, but Camille wasn't an expert on creepy psychos for sure. But she still wondered what made the veterans avoid him.
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Post by dusk on Sept 17, 2010 22:40:23 GMT -6
"oh your talking about Hell-mouths, not such a bad thing to fight if you know what your doing" said Dante in a cocky tone, "They are affiliated with Leviathan and collect envious souls".
Dante smiled slightly, "yeah Ive been here a couple of years now" he said as he stood up and walked to wards the main fire at the back of the room, he looked at the roast pig that was slowly turning on a spit, it looked delicious. "I'd be careful who you ask for help though, some of the Siedhrfolk will tell you that you have to learn the ropes on your own".
Dante grabbed a knife and began to cut some meat from the freshly roasted pig, he slapped some chunks of meat onto a plate before sitting down again, "a bit of advice, eat and sleep when you can.. you never know when your gonna get told to go hunt something" he said as he took a bite out of a chunk of pork. It was odd to see Dante giving advice to anyone especially a newbie, but how could he resist a pretty girl with a French accent.
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Post by lillium on Sept 17, 2010 22:52:10 GMT -6
Camille nodded. Well, she'd just shot one to death, so maybe they were easy if you had no idea what the hell you were doing. "Who is Leviathan?" she asked. "And you never answered my question about. . What was his name, again? Asmodeus? Amadeus?" Camille frowned. "Asmodai, that was it." Close enough, although she doubted that Mozart had been a demon. Well, you never knew. .
Hm, that made sense. Well, good thing she had run into Dante, huh? She got up with him and got herself some of that roast pig. Pork was kind of icky tasting, but she had just realized how hungry she was. Camille hadn't eaten for what, ten hours? That was not healthy, she thought. "You don't seem to be one of those people, though," Camille said, smiling a bit.
She sat back down after getting herself some pork and began eating. After she finished chewing and swallowing- after all, when people talked with their mouths full it was pretty gross- she nodded and said, "Thanks." Dante seemed nice enough, and so Camille was still wondering what problem the older Seidhrfolk had with him- Or what problem he had with them.
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