lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
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Post by lillium on Sept 26, 2010 14:04:15 GMT -6
Camille shrugged, and continued eating. At least, until he began telling her about how she'd end up dead or whatever if she didn't ask questions. She stopped eating and gave Dante a cold stare. She felt herself getting angrier and angrier. "Aren't you supposed to be the one teaching me?" she asked. "I do want to learn, okay? Is that enough? And I was asking you questions last night if you've forgotten so quickly. You just seemed exasperated." Camille frowned. "Ever thought that that might deter someone from asking questions? I mean, really?" She set her utensils down, realizing she hadn't done so already.
"We're eating breakfast. I haven't even seen the armoury yet. What do you want me to ask? Why did you sleep in so late? Is that a good enough question for you?" Camille scowled. She picked her utensils back up and began eating about, chewing furiously on that bacon.
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Post by dusk on Sept 26, 2010 14:19:05 GMT -6
Dante's faced turned to a scowl and he slammed a fist on the table, "Me being exasperated put you off did it! Well maybe you should have thought about that before signing up, right now I'm the least of your fucking worries.... if you think i put you off wait until you have a pack of hungry demons breathing down your fucking neck!".
Dante stood up and smacked her plate off the table, "you wanna know why i sleep late, Ive seen things you cant even imagine, Ive seen people being turned inside out and splattered against walls, Ive watched people like you being dragged into hell kicking and screaming. That sort of shit makes you lose some sleep, you better think about what you've got yourself into before mouthing off to your superiors". And with that he headed off to wards the tents opening, "breakfast is over get your ass moving".
How dare this girl talk to Dante like he was some has been fucking amateur, he wasn't going to make her first day hell at first but this had pretty much changed his mind.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
Posts: 1,682
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Post by lillium on Sept 26, 2010 19:18:45 GMT -6
Camille glowered at Dante. "When I signed up, I didn't know you'd be in charge of training me, and I also didn't know that within minutes you'd begin complaining that I don't ask enough questions!" This was frustrating; Camille almost wished that she was still looking for Dante instead of arguing with the ever-so-brilliant man that was him.
It was all Camille could do to restrain herself when Dante knocked her plate off of the table. How dare he! What an asshole. Camille was fuming. And then he had the audacity to begin lecturing her about all he'd seen. Oh, how superior he was. Obviously! "That has nothing to do with sleeping in late," Camille muttered. And it didn't, either. It was just him ranting and raving about how he was soooo much better than her.
Camille got up and followed Dante out of the tent. She didn't know how she was supposed to learn from this asshole.
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Post by dusk on Sept 27, 2010 13:52:42 GMT -6
Dante stormed out of the breakfast hall and headed straight back to wards his tent, he glanced behind him to see if Camille was following and glared as she walked out of the tent. He clenched his fists and opened the flap to his tent before walking in, once in he took off his jacket and tossed it on his bed before sitting down at his desk, "Get in here" he shouted as he quickly stacked some books and put away random pieces of paper.
Camille had made a big mistake in pissing him off and if she didn't realize it now she soon would do, Dante had no intention of teaching her anything just yet. Instead he was going to use her as his little errand girl, he could have done alot worse than this but he knew the girl had pride so hopefully this would break her down a little bit.
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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 27, 2010 16:36:36 GMT -6
Camille stormed into Dante's tent after him, frustrated still. Not just because Dante was being a completely conceited son of a bitch, but also because she'd gone and pissed him off when he was supposed to be teaching her how to fight these damn demons. Oh well, whatever. It was his fault anyway, he had it coming. He didn't have to begin whining about how she didn't ask enough questions. He didn't have to overreact. He didn't have to be such a motherfucking douchebag, now did he? But he was, and Camille was stuck with him.
Now Camille was waiting for Dante to just do something, all he was doing now was moving around shit on his desk, and that was boring and stupid and ridiculous. "Well, what do you want?" she asked. He was already angry with her, did it even matter if this made him even more angry? Camille didn't think so.
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Post by dusk on Sept 28, 2010 17:40:18 GMT -6
Dante sat back in his chair still looking quite angry, he stared at Camille for a second before looking back down at the papers in front of him.
"i have a few errands for you to run" he said without looking at her, "these books need to be returned to the archive, these papers need to be given to Rupert to be examined.... he'll probably give you something to brink back".
Dante stood up and gently put his pocket watch down before walking over to cabinet at the back of his tent, he opened it up and pulled out two very long and old looking rifles. He walked over to Camille and held them out to her, "these need to be taken to the armory, tell whoever is on duty that they need to be oil and the triggers need fixing".
Dante sat back down at his desk and smiled, "once all that id done come back and I'll see if there is anything else you can do before you start your training", true when starting out you had to work your way up but there was people in the camp that ran errands, Dante was doing this just to piss Camille off.
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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 28, 2010 18:51:46 GMT -6
Camille sighed. Of course he'd send her on errands, wouldn't he? Dammit, she didn't want to be held down by bureaucracy, or whatever this was. It was annoying, that was what! She was seething, although she didn't allow her anger to take control of her again. That was exactly what Dante wanted. She exhaled slowly, and took the books and the papers and the rifles. "Where is the armoury?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady and controlled. She was not going to react again, was not going to react again, not going to react again. .
Oil and triggers needed fixing. Of course they would. When were they from, the French Revolution? She examined them a bit. Well, maybe not that old. Camille hadn't really studied military history, though, so she wasn't too sure of what types of rifles were around during the French Revolution.
She walked out the door, carrying all of that shit. Camille was already beginning to hate Dante.
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Post by dusk on Sept 28, 2010 19:18:46 GMT -6
Dante smirked, "I'm sure a smart girl like you will be able to find it, its the place full of guns and swords and stuff" now he was just taking the piss. He leaned forward and began writing some stuff down on a blank piece of paper. She would have to learn to respect Dante if she ever wanted to progress, Dante was curious to how long this would take. He flicked open his pocket watched and looked at it for a moment before shutting it and putting it back down.
To tell the truth he would rather be out hunting Demons that sending Camille on errands, he could be at the circle of trees trying to find out what all those satyrs were doing. That reminded him, he quickly got up and fetched his journal out of his coat pocket and opened it up on the desk, he might as well review what he had found out.
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lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
just another dead composer
Posts: 1,682
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Post by lillium on Sept 29, 2010 16:35:09 GMT -6
About sixty minutes, or an hour, later Camille returned to Dante's tent and gave him back the rifles and also gave him the papers Rupert had wanted to send back. "Here's your stuff," she said bitterly, a frown on her face. Camille was not this asshole's errand girl. She was someone who he was supposed to be training. But was he? No, because he was a bitter son of a bitch who couldn't get off his ass and just wanted to sit around eating and criticize her. What a bitch he was, Camille thought.
"Is there anything else you want?" Camille all but spat. Dante was not getting her respect right now. If he wanted it, he'd have to earn it, and even worse, he didn't even seem to care. Camille didn't really have a super big ego, but if Dante was being a jackass, it would hurt her. He was the worst person Conall could have assigned to her.
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Post by dusk on Sept 29, 2010 17:41:30 GMT -6
Dante smiled when Camille returned, he half expected her to go running of to Conall and complain about being sent of errands. He stood up from his desk and took the rifles and papers back, he tossed the rifles onto his bed carelessly as he read through the papers Rupert had sent back. Once he had finished he rolled them back up and placed them on his table.
"So i expect you want some training", Dante grabbed a book from his desk and chucked it over to Camille, "i suggest you read up on this before tomorrow".
He sat back down at his desk and began reading his papers again, "that's all" he said in an arrogant tone.
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