lillium
Fatima's Sexophone
He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Mar 12, 2011 0:00:56 GMT -6
It had been half a year since Natalie Reznova had last heard from Dago, and she wasn't sure if that were a good thing or a bad thing. Well, she knew one thing for certain: He hadn't broken his promise to Lilith that he would stay faithful to Marian Havas for three years yet. He still had two and a half more to go, though, so who knew how long he'd last?
Oh well. At his lust for blood would be fulfilled, right? With glamour, he wouldn't even have to worry about people being scared and running away- One could just hypnotize them into thinking everything was nice and pleasant and normal.
Natalie's eyes suddenly widened. Oh dear. She'd forgotten something very, very important. Glamour. She hadn't brought it up at all. He'd probably fed by now, too. Well, hopefully he hadn't fucked up some poor human's life too much. .
She took out her phone and pressed a few buttons, and sent a call to Dago.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 12, 2011 0:07:42 GMT -6
Half a year out of Hell, three months or so, maybe less since he’d returned to the Order. Not exactly ‘returned’ for two reasons, he wasn’t a mage anymore and it wasn’t the same library. He’d managed to prevent himself from burning to death in the sun, and sate the only lust he could, the one for blood. It was kind of killing him that he couldn’t stray like he wanted to; god knew he wanted to. Marian was busy, usually, and simply didn’t want it as much as he did. It was restricting and frustrating; he kept to himself lately, mostly because he was kind of a grouch when not getting laid regularly.
He knew he fucked up someplace getting here; he occasionally thought about Hans and if he’d managed to freeze himself in a block of ice yet. It made him feel like crap because someone could cite him as the reason their seal broke. Oh well, explanations came later; though it bothered him that he didn’t know what he did wrong.
He was sitting on one of the couches in the main library when his phone started buzzing. He glanced at it and nearly dropped it. It was call from Natalie of all people. He hoped he didn’t fuck something up too badly.
He accepted the call and put the phone to his ear, “Hello?”
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Post by lillium on Mar 12, 2011 0:13:52 GMT -6
"Come back here right now," Natalie said bluntly before hanging up. She got up from her seat in her room and walked down to the main part of Lilith's castle, where Dago would probably end up. She doubted that he even knew where her room was- After all, he'd only stayed a few days, and she didn't exactly show everyone who walked through the castle where she slept.
That was just creepy, and on top of it, the denizens of Hell tended to be creepy. At least, the ones with enough status to call on Lilith were.
She sat down in a chair and took out her cigarette holder, cigarettes, and a lighter. She smoked, waiting for Dago to portal in to the castle. She needed a cigarette before dealing with Dago, and she'd probably need another one afterwards, too.
Oh well. Dago had an innate talent, and he was useful. Natalie doubted he'd betray Lilith, which was the most important thing to her. He would do his job, hopefully. If not. . Well, he'd certainly regret it.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 12, 2011 0:22:49 GMT -6
Well, that was pretty expected, though rude nonetheless. Dago needlessly pressed the end button on his phone and set it back down on the table in front of him. He leaned back into the sofa and stretched, trying to keep himself from worrying about Natalie’s bluntness too much.
He quickly got up and walked to the portal hallway, summoning up a quick portal to Lilith’s castle in Hell. He approached the only room he knew, hoping to find someone to tell him where Natalie was. Fortunately, he was greeted by the sight of Natalie herself. He shoved his hands into his pockets as a defense mechanism and walked closer to her.
“You rang?” he said, meaning to be sarcastic, but ended up sounding a bit anxious.
He really, really didn’t want to stay here. He wanted to stay in the Library, so he was kind of worried she was going to rip that away from him. She was rather intimidating and powerful. Sexy, but powerful. Great combination, unless she had your balls in a vice.
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lillium
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He Who Fights Monsters
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Post by lillium on Mar 12, 2011 0:30:28 GMT -6
Natalie nodded. "You left in such a rush; I just remembered I forgot to tell you about glamour," she said, frowning. It was partially true. He had left in a rush, and she had forgotten to tell him about glamour. She didn't normally forget about these sorts of things, anyway, so she figured it had to do with him insisting that he go off to find his mage friends.
"It's a form of hypnosis. You will it upon someone," she explained. It hadn't ever been very hard for her, but then again, she had used willpower magic when she was a mage. She doubted Dago had, being a barrier mage and all.
She considered that he may have run into it already. He had been a vampire for half a year, after all. Still, though, with proper training and explanation anyone could improve on something, and glamour was very important. Not just for feeding and being able to stay undead and in existence, but also for Lilith's cause.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 12, 2011 0:40:45 GMT -6
Dago visibly relaxed when Natalie mentioned glamour and leaving in a rush, nothing to do with where he was or taking away privileges. That was a fucking relief; he was prepping himself for having to spend half his time in Hell or god forbid, all of his time in Hell. Spending time with Natalie was alright and all, but being in Hell would get old fast.
“Yeah, I think I’ve bumped through it on my own,” he said, looking to make this a short visit, “It was pretty shitty the first time, but I think I have the hang of it.”
He’d already figured out hypnotism, glamour came quickly after that. He thought he had plenty of practice once a month when he had to go feed someplace. He didn’t give of a distinct ‘dead’ feeling, either, he thought.
He didn’t, of course, realize that he made some more sensitive mages a bit uneasy because he didn’t have complete control of his glamour yet.
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Post by lillium on Mar 12, 2011 0:50:12 GMT -6
Natalie raised her eyebrows. "Well, you might want to practice on some random mortals, then. If they're sensitive enough, mages can tell you're not human if you're not using glamour well enough or don't have it completely under control," she said. She doubted Dago was too great at it by himself. He'd only been a vampire for six months, after all, and he hadn't even stayed in Hell to have time to learn the ropes. Being a mage would make things easier for him, but he was still young and inexperienced.
By now, vampiric powers were second-nature to Natalie. Being a vampire for almost 200 years helped with that a lot. Dago had no idea what he was doing and he didn't have anyone to tell him or show him what to do. The fact that he didn't seem very grateful for what Lilith had done for him irritated Natalie a bit, but she didn't show it. A calm expression was important to have, especially in Hell.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 12, 2011 1:10:34 GMT -6
It was painfully true, Dago really didn’t know what he was doing, nor what he was truly getting into. The magnitude of being mostly immortal and having strange new powers was lost on him, regardless of being a former mage. If he knew Natalie better, he would have been able to detect a hint of annoyance. He didn’t know her that well, unfortunately. He didn’t quite realize he was being hasty and impatient, which was coming off rude and ungrateful.
He didn’t, however, know that mages could sense things strange like that. That would probably explain why he hadn’t really met any of the new mages, and why the ex-Chao Xi seemed a bit uneasy around him.
“Oh, I suppose I need some work then,” he admitted, thinking back on the few experiences he has had, “Do you have any suggestions?”
He shifted a little bit, still keeping his hands in his pockets. He wasn’t sure how long she wanted to talk for, but she didn’t invite him to sit either.
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Post by lillium on Mar 12, 2011 1:25:08 GMT -6
"Practice," Natalie said. "Practice, practice, practice. It's the only way you're going to get better at it. There are 7 billion people in the world, I'm sure you can find someone- Or various someones- To practice on." Really, it wasn't so hard to figure out. If you wanted to improve in something, you practiced. Natalie wasn't sure what types of hobbies Dago had, but considering his sin, he had to know that was true.
Natalie leaned back in her chair and inhaled a nice long drag of tobacco smoke. It really was calming, after all, and being calm- Or, rather the appearance of being calm- Was something that she liked to maintain. It made her far less likely to be manipulated. She wasn't a threat to anyone in Hell with any major power, so she wasn't worried about anyone thinking she was a threat. She was just a vampire, and despite being the oldest and most powerful vampire she was far weaker than the Princes or even Asmodai's wives.
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Post by Soprano on Mar 12, 2011 1:42:56 GMT -6
Of course, thought Dago. Always nose to the grindstone, then one got better at whatever skill of their choice. That was always the answer. He wasn’t quite sure what to say to that, except that he’d go practice. He certainly could go and practice his ‘hobby’ but that was sure to get him into trouble he didn’t really want to be in.
Though, with that thinking, he would be better off staying bad at his powers and practice after his three years were up. That also might get him into trouble; considering he wasn’t supposed to let it leak he was a vampire.
He ground his teeth a bit, unsure if Natalie wanted to tell him more things or something. She could have just mentioned this over the phone. Oh well, she was supposed to be his mentor in these things, he supposed.
“Alright, I’ll go practice then, thanks,” he said, turning to leave.
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