lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Sept 23, 2010 16:22:12 GMT -6
It was morning now, and Camille was awake and wandering around. Dante had told her to find him, and so now she was looking for the guy who was supposed to be training her right now. Unfortunately, she wasn't having much luck. Oh, sure, she could ask someone if they'd seen the tall man with creepy red eyes, but that would be giving up. And so Camille continued to look with no outside help. She wasn't going to give up so soon.
Camille remembered what had happened last night. She'd run into some New Jersey boy fighting demons with a sword and shield, offered a job fighting said demons, and now had to learn how to fight them from Dante, who she Camille was liking less and less. Sure, he had probably been sleepy last night and irritated, but it still left a bad taste in Camille's mouth. Well, whatever. She'd just have to prove that she was every bit as capable as anyone else, although she couldn't help but think that that just wouldn't cut it.
Camille sighed and wished she had a watch. This was taking too long. Well, hopefully she'd find him soon. She really wished he'd been more specific, "find me in the morning" wasn't a very good plan in the first place. Camille hoped he'd only been that vague because he was tired and had been woken up- But she had a nagging feeling that that was not the case.
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Post by dusk on Sept 24, 2010 1:30:01 GMT -6
Dante yawned loudly as he climbed out of bed and stumbled over to a basin of water, his mind was already occupied with thoughts of the day. This whole Camille situation may not be as bad as he had originally though, who knows, perhaps in time she could become a valued commodity. Dante knew he would have to be careful around here though as she may talk to the others, she is a new initiate and they have a habit of spreading gossip.
He finished up washing and took a look in the mirror, his skin was pale and there was dark heavy bags under his eyes along with a few scars and scrapes on his face. He scowled for a second before turning away to get dressed, he got into his usual attire and grabbed his pocket watch off his bed side table. It glowed faintly as he picked it up and checked the time before depositing it back into his pocket. Next he grabbed his pistols and dagger and fastened them to his belt, he never left his tent without any of his items, you never know when a stray demon would show up.
He fastened the last few buttons on his shirt as he walked back over to the mirror. He looked into it again, his skin had taken on more color and there was no hideous bags or deforming scars to be found. He smiled wickedly as he slid on his boots and grabbed his jacket. Today was going to be interesting he though as he blew out the candles in his tent and headed outside into the morning air.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Sept 25, 2010 19:18:43 GMT -6
Camille continued to wander around, frustrated. This was ridiculous. She went up to the first person she saw and asked them if they'd seen Dante, but they said no. And so Camille continued on in her search. It was still morning, technically, according to her watch, although the sun was getting higher in the sky. She sighed. This was ridiculous.
Finally, though, Camille saw Dante walk out of a tent. There he was. Had he been sleeping until now? Ridiculous! How could anyone sleep so late? Camille usually woke up early, around 6, and so to see someone sleep in until now just made her frown. Oh well, maybe after a good night's sleep Dante would be more affable? Hopefully.
"There you are," Camille said, walking up to him. About time, she thought, but she didn't say it. Camille was frustrated, but she was also glad that she had finally found him.
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Post by dusk on Sept 26, 2010 1:14:13 GMT -6
Dante yawned and stretched his arms as he exited the tent, he looked around at all the other tents which by now were unoccupied. He looked at the crude mud path that led through the camp, luckily enough the mud was solid and not wet like it had been the following week, it took him hours to clean his boots after walking through that sludge.
His caught a glimpse of someone as he exited his tent, it was Camille, trust the newbies to be up earlier than him, she walked over and began to speak to him.
"Good morning, i would have though you'd have taken my advice on sleep" he said with a small smile. Most people here would take full advantage of a long sleep in, then again most couldn't due to Conall and his constant assignments. If Camille was to be trained by Dante then she was going to have to learn to break a few rules.
"I guess first things first.... follow me and we'll grab some breakfast"
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Sept 26, 2010 1:27:51 GMT -6
"Hmm? I did take your advice on sleep," Camille said. "I just get up early." She shrugged. It was almost ten o' clock, how could anyone sleep in that late? Well, whatever, Camille thought. If this was how late Dante normally slept in, she would have to plan around that. Camille didn't like having to do that, to have to plan around people, but it was necessary.
Still, though, would it kill him to wake up a few hours earlier? Really? Ah well. Camille was just bitter about wandering around for four hours looking for Dante. It had been a very frustrating four hours.
"Breakfast sounds like a good idea," Camille answered. Well, food was good, and Camille realized that she was getting hungry. She hadn't gotten any breakfast before, as she'd been too busy looking for Dante. Her stomach growled, and she felt like it was a good idea even more.
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Post by dusk on Sept 26, 2010 2:26:53 GMT -6
Dante turned and started walking to wards the main tent, he hoped there was food left, most people would have been for breakfast and gone already so he wasn't expecting the tent to be packed. He could smell food in the air as they walked closer.
"what do you think of the place so far?" asked Dante as he continued walking usually he wouldn't care for peoples opinions, they either liked it or didn't, but he thought he might as well make the effort as he would be working with Camille for some time to come.
"later on I'll show you the armory and everything else", he had to admit that since he was training her it did give him some time to relax, though he was still frustrated that his research would be put on hold but he could always just grab a couple of books when they pass the library. Plus he would get some down time when he sends Camille on errands, after all you have to work your way to the top and that means you get all the shitty jobs to start with.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Sept 26, 2010 13:03:02 GMT -6
The closer they got, the more Camille could smell food as well, and so the hungrier she got. Camille wasn't used to eating this late; she usually ate when she got up, and she had gotten up about four hours before. It seemed too long.
"It's nice enough," Camille said, answering Dante's question. And it was, actually. It reminded her of old Nordic settlements, really. Seidhrfolk, that sounded vaguely Germanic, and Nordic languages were Germanic languages, after all. Camille had no idea what Seidhrfolk meant, though. She just knew English and French, not any Norwegian.
"Sounds good." Armory, huh? Camille grinned, thinking of all the absolutely awesome weapons the Seidhrfolk had to have. Even if some of them were swords. Camille didn't dislike swords, but she did think that they were a bit outdated. After all, who used swords anymore? Aside from Sergio the New Jersey boy. And some other people she'd seen had swords.
Alright, maybe swords weren't so outdated.
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Post by dusk on Sept 26, 2010 13:23:02 GMT -6
Dusk walked through the tent flap to the large hall, he could immediately smell all kinds of food unlike outside where all he could smell was cooked bacon. He walked down the center isle while looking around, there were a few people still there eating breakfast and some were just lazing around. He approached the serving table near the spit where the boar was roasting the night before, considering how late in the morning it was there was still plenty off food to go around, "what you waiting for" he said as he turned to Camille, "dig in".
Dante picked up a plate and then grabbed some sausages and an egg before walking off to sit down again, for someone so eager to get breakfast he hadn't really got much, two sausages and an egg.... that was it. He began to eat his meal with surprisingly good table manners, unlike last night where he just grabbed a chunk of meat and chowed down, this time he had a fork and knife.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Sept 26, 2010 13:40:16 GMT -6
Camille grabbed some bacon and eggs, and a slice of toast before sitting down across from Dante. She noticed that Dante hadn't grabbed very much. Maybe he didn't eat much in the mornings? Huh. Oh well. Maybe he just wasn't hungry, but he was taking the chance to eat food. After all, he had told her that it was a good idea to sleep and eat whenever you had time to, because you never knew when you would be sent to some backwater town at 4 am.
Or something like that.
Camille began eating as quickly as she could. She usually ate pretty quickly, after all, the clock was always ticking and time was always passing, and nobody ever had enough time. She would have thought that most of the Seidhrfolk ate quickly, after all, they didn't really know when they were going to be dragged to the leader and sent off to aforementioned backwater town at 4 am.
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Post by dusk on Sept 26, 2010 13:59:02 GMT -6
Dante gulped down another piece off egg then set down his cutlery leaving his food half eaten. Up look up at Camille, "For someone who got pulled into all this last night you don't seem to have many questions" he said as he reached into his pocket and checked his watch for a second.
Dante didn't know what to make of the girl yet, she seemed strong but thats all she seemed, whether she'd make a good ally yet was yet to be determined. "Listen if you wanna learn then you have to ask otherwise you'll end up permanently guarding the armory or end up dead", this time Dante's tone was colder than usual. It was bad having to train someone but worse when they expected to be spoon fed every little thing. For all he knew she couldn't even fight properly, then again she had mentioned the Hell-mouths so she must have at least seen one.
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