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Post by Soprano on Sept 18, 2010 20:15:27 GMT -6
Conall was furious. Naima had just given him a report on the raid on the Satyrs and the information she had given him was grim at best. His limited knowledge of magic let him know that Dante had been dabbling in something that was best unmessed with. He had to find out what it was. He had summoned Dante not to long ago, and was sitting in the elder’s tent on a high-backed wooden chair with antlers sticking out from the top. It had a ‘throne’ feel to it; he liked it because it lent to his intimidation factor, which is height didn’t help at all.
He had his hands clenched on both of the arm rests; he could almost feel his hair curling he was so angry. Dante had been a gamble in his mind, even though he was more than enthusiastic to accept him to the Seidhrfolk. The whole idea that he might have borrowed something from the demons made him madder; he refused to believe he ever had good thoughts for the boy.
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Post by dusk on Sept 18, 2010 22:59:28 GMT -6
Dante pushed the tent flap aside as he strolled into the Leaders Tent, he was dressed in his usually shirt trousers and waist coat yet it was obvious he had only just been woken. His hair was slightly messy, his waist coat was unbuttoned and hi was in the process of tucking in his shirt. Dante walked straight to wards Conall who was sitting on his 'throne' as Dante approached he bowed his head for a moment to show at least some measure of respect.
Dante could almost feel the anger radiating from him, his was gripping his chair tightly and he didn't look too happy to see him, "Whats so important that you had to drag me out of bed?" asked Dante as rubbed his eyes with one hand. Dante had some idea of why he was here but he wasn't sure of the finer details.
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Post by lillium on Sept 20, 2010 16:40:14 GMT -6
Camille followed Sergio into the leader's tent. From what Sergio had said, it was probably good news. And good news was always good. By now, Camille was pretty sure Sergio had just said something stupid and gotten punched in the face for it. She wouldn't have been surprised. Or, alternatively, the fearless leader of the Seidhrfolk didn't like it when normal people saw Seidhrfolk fighting demons.
The latter seemed more likely, but just barely.
The first thing Camille noticed was a short redheaded guy sitting in what looked like a throne. Huh. Dante was in there, too, she noticed, and from what it seemed like he was not there for a good reason. Dante looked like he had just gotten out of bed, and Camille figured he had- Perhaps the leader had woken him up to send him to some backwater town, just as Dante had predicted? Although that didn't explain the obvious anger in the redhead's face.
"Um." That was the best way ever to make a good first impression. Definitely. "I heard you wanted to speak with me?" Camille asked, directing her question to the short guy sitting in the throne.
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Post by Soprano on Sept 21, 2010 23:39:37 GMT -6
Conall raised a fist and opened his mouth to begin berating the insolent Dante, but Sergio strolled in with the girl he found. What unfortunate timing. Sergio could sense the awkward timing, but really didn’t care. If Conall double booked himself that was his own damn fault. After all, Conall didn’t have to summon Dante immediately after Naima gave him her report, especially since Sergio made it in front of her, as apparent by a nice shiner.
Conall ground his teeth in frustration, but managed to keep his hothead cool to speak with Camille.
“Yes, do ye want to be part of our organization?” he said with an angered huff, “Ye dinnae have to, but if ye don’t, we’ll be forced t’ silence ye.”
He said so without angered tones, as it wasn’t a threat, just reality. It was tough around here, if she couldn’t take being silenced for their sake, she didn’t belong here anyway. He doubted the slight girl’s abilities, but he would know better than any to judge a fighter by his stature.
Sergio shifted with proud impatience. Conall shot him a glare, which made Sergio straighten like a well-trained soldier. He glowered at Dante next; as if to say ‘I’ll deal with you later, but don’t you dare move.’
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Post by lillium on Sept 21, 2010 23:49:55 GMT -6
Camille wondered, at that second, how many people got offended by the fact that the shorty in the throne had threatened to "silence" them. Or, rather, not offended, but felt it was a challenge. Considering what type of folk these people seemed to be, she figured it might happen often. So, she kept calm, and shrugged.
"Yes, I would like to join your organization," Camille said. After all, that was why she was here. She could have answered with some sarcastic comment, but Camille didn't think that was the brightest idea ever, and despite her lack of etiquette, she wasn't socially inept enough to think that was a good idea. Especially when there were plenty of people in the room much, much more experienced in fighting than her. Oh, the joys of being young.
Camille didn't notice Sergio suddenly snapping into attention when throne dude glared at him. She wasn't really paying much attention to the New Jersian standing by her.
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Post by Soprano on Sept 22, 2010 0:55:49 GMT -6
Conall listened to Camille closely; he could tell already that he was going to like this girl. She didn’t seem the type who was easily daunted. He didn’t have to listen long either, she was brief which he appreciated.
“Great, then Dante will train you,” he said, making a snap decision.
He could work out what Naima told him meant. Think of a proper punishment or at least a consequence. He was rather getting sick of Dante and his lack of respect anyway. Perhaps the boy just needed to get laid. Who could really guess? Unless of course, what Naima was telling him was true. Then it would cause a hell of a lot more issues than he really wanted.
“You all are dismissed, except you, Sergio,” he said, giving a hard look at the New Jersey boy.
Sergio looked confused, he hadn’t done anything. He wondered why Conall wanted to speak with him.
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Post by dusk on Sept 22, 2010 1:48:48 GMT -6
Dante was too deep in his own thoughts to take any notice of what Conall was saying to the two younger hunters. Obviously Naima had written a report that Conall didn't like, he would have to deal with her later, right now he had bigger problems. And that's when he realized Conall was talking to him again, he wanted Dante to train Camille.
"Wait a fucking moment here.... why the hell do i have to train her, it was Captain fuck up over there than caused all this" he shouted pointing at Sergio. Dante was clearly angry, usually he wouldn't have dared to swear in front of Conall but he just so happened to be in a rotten mood, especially after being woken up.
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Post by Soprano on Sept 22, 2010 13:16:11 GMT -6
“If he’s such a damn fuckup, then ye shouldn’t mind trainin’ the lass, should ye?!” Conall yelled, his face turning red.
He didn’t have the patience to deal with Dante right now, nor with any infighting among his fighters. Sergio shifted uncomfortably, wanting to defend himself; he wasn’t a fuckup as far as he knew. He had a scowl across of his face, not even attempting to hide his anger from Conall, but saying nothing.
“I said ye are dismissed!” growled Conall.
Conall pressed his large thumbs to his temples, this wasn’t a great first impression for the new girl. If she decided he wasn’t worth listening to, it could lead to problems in the future. He really didn’t want to deal with mutiny in the ranks, but he would, swiftly and decisively. It was part of the reason he was chosen to lead the Seidhrfolk once the last leader had gotten Alzheimer’s.
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Post by dusk on Sept 22, 2010 13:34:39 GMT -6
Dante glared at Sergio then looked back at Conall. This is not what he needed right now, if anything Camille will get in the way, she could even ruin everything. However this was neither the time nor the place to be arguing with Conall, he did have a point though, Sergio was too stupid to train a fighter so it would be down to Dante.
"Fuck sake" he muttered under his breath. He turned to camille for a second, "find me in the morning" he said before heading back out. The night air was crisp and there was a light breeze, 'perfect weather to sleep' he thought as he headed back to his own tent.
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Post by lillium on Sept 22, 2010 16:02:47 GMT -6
Camille raised her eyebrows. Great, Dante, who was obviously not teacher material, was supposed to be training her? Well, fine. Camille could deal with that, and if Dante couldn't, it was his problem, right? Well, aside from the fact that it was also her problem if he couldn't deal with having to train her. He was throwing a hissy fit, after all, but he had agreed. At least. Camille nodded, finally.
"Alright," she said, and turned and walked out of the tent. Once she was outside, she let out a sigh. Well, great. Now her mentor was someone who seemed to be a bit full of himself. Who had given her a sleazy glance earlier. Maybe he was nicer when he was awake? Well, hopefully.
Camille realized she was really fucking sleepy. Well, might as well give in and rest. After all, Dante had told her earlier that she should rest when she had the chance. Camille walked off, and decided that she should find somewhere to sleep.
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