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Post by Jo on Mar 19, 2015 11:19:53 GMT
As they finally arrived home, Vivi would speak. They had been in companionable silence for a good portion of their time together. But it wasn't until they were safely in the confines of Ali's estate that she spoke.
"The group gathered was interesting, Sire. Some were amusing, some... I hate to say... need more life. I hope with Seth's decree of 'make friends and influence people' this city will flurish." She pauses with a frown. "However, you and I both know the nature of a Kindred. I wonder how long friendships will last and those politics he said he hated come into play."
The last was a musing unto itself... then she inhales and shakes it off.
"Can you tell me of the Garou here? He has only taught me so much - I know the basics of their etiquette...." Yes, a Gangrel speaking of etiquette... amusing, if it wern't for the fact that she was dressed like a Ventrue, or perhaps a Toreador. Or for the fact that the woman she calls her Sire (adopted or no) is a Ventrue.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 19, 2015 22:47:08 GMT
Alastriona walked through the historical house, guiding Vivi to a comfortable private lounge she had had reserved for use. Sitting down on a leather chesterfield couch, after she removed her jacket. An elderly man with a fine suit took the coat from her. Winston then turning to Vivi with a light smile, pleased to see the child again.
"It's good to see you Miss Genevieve.." He spoke quietly waiting for her jacket, life long servant and friend to the family.
Alastriona settled for a few moments, her ankles crossed at the ankle and her hand brushing over the Glass of rich bourbon already placed for her. She drank it straight, the use of water or ice seemed absurd to her.
"It depends child, what do you wish to know of them? Ask something specific.."
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Post by Jo on Mar 19, 2015 23:08:18 GMT
"I know of some of their Cla-- Tribes. Like I saw some breeding within the Owner of the Bar, Loki and the other Irishman Jerry." She looks thoughtful for a second. "I know some of the moons... but it is more the etiquette of it all that I am curious of... Is it just as approaching a new domain, does one go with a gift? Or would that be insulting?"
She had smiled warmly to Winston but ultimately her eyes had traveled back to her Sire.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 19, 2015 23:27:49 GMT
Alastriona watches her childe with a plain yet thoughtful expression, thoughts trailing her mind as they seemed to do at a hundred miles per hour. Her gaze could be known as slightly unnerving, the eyes didn't help. Winston leaves another bourbon for Viv and gives the childe a wink as he bows to the laides making his way out to deal with the closing down of the house.
Alastriona thought through her words carefully though they may seem simple.
"You do not go at all childe."
She did however follow with "if it were to come to a time of peace separation is still important for this city. The Garou do not tend to do well when they are close to our kind. They turn violent and mistrusting. Like our very presence seems to soak the good from them. They have may units, such as our clans. If it were a need to approach them however then it is good to do so showing you are unarmed, at least appearing to be and that someone knows where you are... some will not miss the opportunity to kill one of us.."
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Post by Jo on Mar 19, 2015 23:37:17 GMT
She offers an ever faint frown. Listening, and not interupting. She inhales lightly and reaches behind her to release her red tresses from the bun they were held captive in. She rakes her fingers through her hair letting it fall over her shoulders and a to her shoulder blades...
"Oui. I know. I know of all the dangers. But truly, what would be less imposing ... yourself or Seth... or, for all that is... Khergan... or someone such as myself? To show them we mean no harm. I understand they are brutal creatures, but I also understand that they hold honor high. A Truce between us is needed if we are to co-exist. Or... is it your thought that we will only hold a peace with them until we outnumber them enough to win a war?"
She looks curiously at Ali, blinking lightly, her eyes drying out and the contacts she wore irritating. The young woman moved, breathed, blinked, sneezed, everything a living person would when she is relaxed with someone she knows. She had trained herself to only blink so often in public. Only move so often, as was what most Kindred would do. But in private she allowed herself more life. Mainly now when her eyes were irritating her.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 20, 2015 0:44:26 GMT
Alastriona rises in a smooth motion. Walking to a drawer she opens it carefully with a graceful hand. It seems to have weight on her, whatever is in the drawer. Even taking a slow breath she doesn't need for a moment. Her jaw tightens, her body straightens a little and with that graceful hand she uncovers the mysteries of the contents. Turning to Vivi she presents her with an ancient looking but beautifully crafted jewelled cross.
"This.. was your grandsire's. it's almost a thousand years old.." She lets Vivi look at the delicate cross, the metal at risk of breaking with sheer age.
"There are certain elements of war none wish to address. Other however we can adhere to. At the mention of truce it is important to uphold honor. We are the Clan of Kings, even just by your association and adoption. We are the Clan of Kings. We uphold honor even in the darkest of hells. Where all else fail and fall. We will stand. It is not our lines we will cross, however should they find it within themselves to dishonor our arrangements we will meet them with unsatable fury and fire.." Alastriona lets her eyes settle on her childe, there is something ancient in her words, likely old tuition of times passed from lips which had seen such.
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Post by Jo on Mar 21, 2015 0:07:21 GMT
She inhales and looks at the . Her dark eyes flickering over the delicate edges. Her eyes then flicker up to Ali. "I had hoped that would be your response... Honor is needed in every dealing. Without our honor we are nothing.... However, that said... I would like to help. I would like to do my part in facilitating the truce. I am curious of them, oui, but it is beyond that." She licks her lips and looks at the then she looks to Ali again. "My Sire, I want to show I am worthy of you calling me your Childe. Not always in your shadow. A place that is safe, and that is a welcome refuge. But it is not a place I should linger... And that means, I must put my neck on the line as it were." She rests her eyes on Ali. Waiting for her response.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 21, 2015 3:29:57 GMT
Alastriona continued to look thoughtful, however she turned to place the away. It needed care after all with such age. "Are you telling me you wish to train in warfare?"The question was simple but of course had it's own weight.
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Post by Jo on Mar 21, 2015 22:41:43 GMT
"Warfare..." She looks thoughtful. "It is not a simple word, is it? I would like to learn. Not only to fight, but to strategize to be a diplomat... all the things that are needed for warfare." She licks her lips and turns her body lightly to face Ali - engaging fully into the conversation as she watches the older Kindred. "Would you be willing to further your teaching to such an endeavor?" The young Gangrel spoke with her accent lilting off each word, her posture showing her 'upbringing'.
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Post by Phoenix on Mar 23, 2015 4:44:10 GMT
Alastriona could only smile.. there was a soft nod of her head before her pale hand touched to cup Vivi's cheek.
"My darling daughter.. I will show you everything I know as long as you have the appetite to learn.."
The warmth from the older kindred's features slowly started to be brought back to the front in answer to her childe's questions.
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Post by Jo on Mar 23, 2015 11:47:07 GMT
She leaned lightly into Ali's touch. A soft smile coming to her lips at the warmth from her Sire. "Even if the lesson is one that is hard... I have to learn. I do not fool myself to think that lessons on warfare will be gentle..."
She blinks once again, this time her contact slides down just enough to allow the animalistic hues underneath to catch the light and reflect back a bright green for the briefest of moments. Then she blinks again - the rich green that is obviously not natural - covering the brighter green beneath once again.
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