Post by Tathar Seregon on Jun 26, 2009 20:47:31 GMT -5
Tathar Seregon
Rembrant "Styx" Devereaux
Lotcation: The Tower
Time: sunset
Well now...He was sitting here at his normal seat in the meeting room...Looking around...and waiting. How on earth did she do this time after time? Just sit here and wait for an appointment to come by...? She had much more patience than he did, apparently. So to occupy himself he idly drummed his fingers on the table right next to the dark green cloak that he'd had William bring for the arrival. While he had not been able to do this service earlier due to...unexpected events...he would at least be able to do it now. That is, if the hyena decided to show up at all.
He had hunted and got some meat to take by the tavern, and it paid for his accommodations at the inn, some tobacco from a drifter, a little bit of alcohol for his flask, and even a sandwich….made from the squirrel. He still carried the bones, the organs, and the hides of both animals on him. He had yet to see if the seamstress would want the hides, but as of right now, a magical back pack of very cold proportions was keeping everything nice and preserved.
He didn’t happen to have this bag on him, however. This bag was back at the inn where his knife was, where his bow and all the arrows he had made, were… and where most of his belongings excluding his gold from the goods he hunted, his swords, and a few other hidden weapons were. He walked up to the door, resisting the urge to rip it from its hinges….(like he would be able to, it being so huge…) and snickered to himself. He wanted to rip something apart… he wanted to tear down a monument and take a crap right where it was in front of everyone. He wanted to burn down houses and shoot lightning bolts from his nose while flying through the air and listening to some opera singer who broke glass with her voice was singing in the corner. He wanted horns…and all of this… for no reason other than the moon approaching.
William looked up from his card game with himself, rising slowly and creakily from his seat he had been occupying for the better part of the day, and he moved to the door, looking out of the slit to whomever or whatever might be out there. Tathar had told him that he was expecting a visitor who had yet to claim their cloak, and had also given him a brief but fitting description of the man in question. Satisfied that this man fit the description well enough he offered a slight greeting of good evening and moved to disengage the rather large wooden bolt lock across the door. When he'd done this he pulled back, opening it wide and staying behind it as if he were using it as a shield. Once the man was inside he quickly shut the large door once more and placed the lock back in place before leading Remy in to the meeting room, the form sitting at the table clearly defined even in the more or less poor lighting within.
"He's in here. I'll be off now."
And with that William moved off back toward the entrance and his little table that way to resume his game to pass the time until it was time for the Master to return or he was required again. Tathar, on the other hand, waved to one of the vacant seats at the end of the table farther from his form, clearing his throat slightly. He honestly had to think about what to say, since he had already explained the rundown of the laws to this man, unless he was mistaken of course.
"Ah, Styx, please sit. I trust your back is fine after your litle incident earlier...?" [/b][/u]
“Hmm… ? Yeah… my back is okay, I guess…”
The feeling was still there as he nodded to doorkeeper and headed in the dim room to a seat beside him, thinking off destroying things. Oh how he wished he was on his boat and he had happened to come upon a peaceful little ship. A ship that he could burn, sink, and pillage from. Ah. The good old days were in his mind. But he assumed that this would not be tolerated, shrugging the thought aside and taking out his pipe and some of the newly acquired tobacco.
”Since she ain’t here….you up for a little smoke?” [/color][/b][/u]
He laughed for a moment...Oh how he would relish his pipe at this moment. He found that while he got none of the actual effects of it, it still offered a kind of calming sensation. But maybe it was just the fact that he concentrated on the feeling of the smoke so much that he calmed himself. Either way, it was a part of it...But here in the Tower it was unwise. Her sense of smell was just as sensitive as their own...Perhaps this particular lycan did not know that much about vampires? Of course, a life on the seas was a factor in that if it were true. One is not likely to see very many of them out there...They would be too exposed with nowhere to hide from the sun if their ship were damaged in the middle of the ocean during the day. He simply shook his head, then, and slid the cloak across the table to him.
"No, I don't think it to be wise. She will be able to smell it. And since it is her home, her rules should be upheld. Especially since she will be free while you sit in a cage for the change tomorrow night. And speaking of which, this is your cloak of admittance. It grants you free passage to and from the Tower should you wear it. You will need it, otherwise you will not get in. Tomorrow before sundown you will be required to come to the Tower and will be shown to the holding cells. This is where we change. After that we will be released to go to the Keep. It is where we can congregate, socialize, and of course hunt live prey. Any questions...?"[/b][/u]
He took the advice under consideration and put those things up, taking the cloak on his shoulder, nodding simply in agreement as Tathar said anything. He nodded and nodded at each word before he was asked if he had any questions…and then he thought for a few minutes about all the information, wishing he could smoke, a small grin on his face.
”What would I look like if I were both Hyena and man?”
That was his any question. Nothing to do with anything they were talking about. Seemed simple enough. He showed up, he got to feed, hang out, become a hyena, probably be smaller than any other lycan there….he got to feed, he would probably break something, he got to feed, that was enough for him. Oh… and he got to feed.
He laughed again, this time leaning his head back slightly as he did so, filling chambered walls of stone with the sound of it, deep and booming, echoing back and forth for what would seem like forever before finally dessimating into nothingness. While he wasn't very partial to the man's past profession, he did like the fact that he could make him laugh. Now if only he could keep that humor when he was the only one of his kind in the Keep with nearly a dozen wolf-were's, he might just be alright. But that would remain to be seen. And indeed, they would feed. Nothing to break but themselves, though. Of course, he could always try to break his cage. At least until he figured out that the silver chain keeping the doors locked burns like sin when one touches it.
"I do not think it will be very different from when I look like a wolf and a man."[/b][/u]
He nodded and thought to himself, bringing his hand up to his mouth, trying to imagine all those werewolves that he had seen and then him as one… but smaller… but then again, he was smaller. He nodded as he got a decent image and chuckled running his fingers over the cloak.
”Right…hmm…I really would like to smoke…you up for a walk?”
He stood up, hoping that Tathar would say yes. He really didn’t need it, but he felt that he did even though it did nothing for him but tickled his throat and made him feel as if he would fall down dead happy one day. But in truth… nothing happened when he smoked, nothing more than just an old feeling that was connected with that one single action. That and he didn’t like staying in one place before or during the moon.
He held up his hand in a slight wave. He couldn't, at least not right now. He still had some things to do within the Tower before he could begin to think about personal pleasures such as smoking or drinking. But that would be fine...After all, they would have plenty of time to socialize tomorrow night in the cages, and then in the Keep itself. In truth, it felt strange each time he was within the Tower while changed. He had lost the pack mentality that came with being a lycan after so many years and decades of being exiled, and being around so many others was odd. Of course he was the largest, so he tended to get a fair bit of privacy and a wide berth from the others, but he was still in a close enough proximity with them to make it count.
"I must pass this time. I have...other business...to attend to. But I will see you tomorrow." [/b][/u]
“Alright then…. Tomorrow it is… um…Blacksmith.”
He still didn’t know his name, but that didn’t bother him too much. He was fine with whatever he got, and though he would most likely be the smallest f all the lycans, he knew as well as some others… that this fact wouldn’t make him anywhere near the weakest… but that would be seen tomorrow… before sunset. He put the pipe in his mouth and kept his light at the side as he hummed a tune, opening and shutting the door in front and behind him. He dropped off a little sandwich he got with the deer meat for the doorkeeper, the green cloak waving in the breeze from his shoulder as he stepped outside and headed back to the inn. Even though he wanted to start chaos, he would light up his pipe looking up at the night sky and grin. Chaos always came, but for tonight….it was beautiful, so he would take it in. [/color]
Rembrant "Styx" Devereaux
Lotcation: The Tower
Time: sunset
Well now...He was sitting here at his normal seat in the meeting room...Looking around...and waiting. How on earth did she do this time after time? Just sit here and wait for an appointment to come by...? She had much more patience than he did, apparently. So to occupy himself he idly drummed his fingers on the table right next to the dark green cloak that he'd had William bring for the arrival. While he had not been able to do this service earlier due to...unexpected events...he would at least be able to do it now. That is, if the hyena decided to show up at all. He had hunted and got some meat to take by the tavern, and it paid for his accommodations at the inn, some tobacco from a drifter, a little bit of alcohol for his flask, and even a sandwich….made from the squirrel. He still carried the bones, the organs, and the hides of both animals on him. He had yet to see if the seamstress would want the hides, but as of right now, a magical back pack of very cold proportions was keeping everything nice and preserved. He didn’t happen to have this bag on him, however. This bag was back at the inn where his knife was, where his bow and all the arrows he had made, were… and where most of his belongings excluding his gold from the goods he hunted, his swords, and a few other hidden weapons were. He walked up to the door, resisting the urge to rip it from its hinges….(like he would be able to, it being so huge…) and snickered to himself. He wanted to rip something apart… he wanted to tear down a monument and take a crap right where it was in front of everyone. He wanted to burn down houses and shoot lightning bolts from his nose while flying through the air and listening to some opera singer who broke glass with her voice was singing in the corner. He wanted horns…and all of this… for no reason other than the moon approaching.
William looked up from his card game with himself, rising slowly and creakily from his seat he had been occupying for the better part of the day, and he moved to the door, looking out of the slit to whomever or whatever might be out there. Tathar had told him that he was expecting a visitor who had yet to claim their cloak, and had also given him a brief but fitting description of the man in question. Satisfied that this man fit the description well enough he offered a slight greeting of good evening and moved to disengage the rather large wooden bolt lock across the door. When he'd done this he pulled back, opening it wide and staying behind it as if he were using it as a shield. Once the man was inside he quickly shut the large door once more and placed the lock back in place before leading Remy in to the meeting room, the form sitting at the table clearly defined even in the more or less poor lighting within."He's in here. I'll be off now."
And with that William moved off back toward the entrance and his little table that way to resume his game to pass the time until it was time for the Master to return or he was required again. Tathar, on the other hand, waved to one of the vacant seats at the end of the table farther from his form, clearing his throat slightly. He honestly had to think about what to say, since he had already explained the rundown of the laws to this man, unless he was mistaken of course.
"Ah, Styx, please sit. I trust your back is fine after your litle incident earlier...?" [/b][/u]
“Hmm… ? Yeah… my back is okay, I guess…”The feeling was still there as he nodded to doorkeeper and headed in the dim room to a seat beside him, thinking off destroying things. Oh how he wished he was on his boat and he had happened to come upon a peaceful little ship. A ship that he could burn, sink, and pillage from. Ah. The good old days were in his mind. But he assumed that this would not be tolerated, shrugging the thought aside and taking out his pipe and some of the newly acquired tobacco.
”Since she ain’t here….you up for a little smoke?” [/color][/b][/u]
He laughed for a moment...Oh how he would relish his pipe at this moment. He found that while he got none of the actual effects of it, it still offered a kind of calming sensation. But maybe it was just the fact that he concentrated on the feeling of the smoke so much that he calmed himself. Either way, it was a part of it...But here in the Tower it was unwise. Her sense of smell was just as sensitive as their own...Perhaps this particular lycan did not know that much about vampires? Of course, a life on the seas was a factor in that if it were true. One is not likely to see very many of them out there...They would be too exposed with nowhere to hide from the sun if their ship were damaged in the middle of the ocean during the day. He simply shook his head, then, and slid the cloak across the table to him."No, I don't think it to be wise. She will be able to smell it. And since it is her home, her rules should be upheld. Especially since she will be free while you sit in a cage for the change tomorrow night. And speaking of which, this is your cloak of admittance. It grants you free passage to and from the Tower should you wear it. You will need it, otherwise you will not get in. Tomorrow before sundown you will be required to come to the Tower and will be shown to the holding cells. This is where we change. After that we will be released to go to the Keep. It is where we can congregate, socialize, and of course hunt live prey. Any questions...?"[/b][/u]
He took the advice under consideration and put those things up, taking the cloak on his shoulder, nodding simply in agreement as Tathar said anything. He nodded and nodded at each word before he was asked if he had any questions…and then he thought for a few minutes about all the information, wishing he could smoke, a small grin on his face.”What would I look like if I were both Hyena and man?”
That was his any question. Nothing to do with anything they were talking about. Seemed simple enough. He showed up, he got to feed, hang out, become a hyena, probably be smaller than any other lycan there….he got to feed, he would probably break something, he got to feed, that was enough for him. Oh… and he got to feed.
He laughed again, this time leaning his head back slightly as he did so, filling chambered walls of stone with the sound of it, deep and booming, echoing back and forth for what would seem like forever before finally dessimating into nothingness. While he wasn't very partial to the man's past profession, he did like the fact that he could make him laugh. Now if only he could keep that humor when he was the only one of his kind in the Keep with nearly a dozen wolf-were's, he might just be alright. But that would remain to be seen. And indeed, they would feed. Nothing to break but themselves, though. Of course, he could always try to break his cage. At least until he figured out that the silver chain keeping the doors locked burns like sin when one touches it."I do not think it will be very different from when I look like a wolf and a man."[/b][/u]
He nodded and thought to himself, bringing his hand up to his mouth, trying to imagine all those werewolves that he had seen and then him as one… but smaller… but then again, he was smaller. He nodded as he got a decent image and chuckled running his fingers over the cloak.”Right…hmm…I really would like to smoke…you up for a walk?”
He stood up, hoping that Tathar would say yes. He really didn’t need it, but he felt that he did even though it did nothing for him but tickled his throat and made him feel as if he would fall down dead happy one day. But in truth… nothing happened when he smoked, nothing more than just an old feeling that was connected with that one single action. That and he didn’t like staying in one place before or during the moon.
He held up his hand in a slight wave. He couldn't, at least not right now. He still had some things to do within the Tower before he could begin to think about personal pleasures such as smoking or drinking. But that would be fine...After all, they would have plenty of time to socialize tomorrow night in the cages, and then in the Keep itself. In truth, it felt strange each time he was within the Tower while changed. He had lost the pack mentality that came with being a lycan after so many years and decades of being exiled, and being around so many others was odd. Of course he was the largest, so he tended to get a fair bit of privacy and a wide berth from the others, but he was still in a close enough proximity with them to make it count."I must pass this time. I have...other business...to attend to. But I will see you tomorrow." [/b][/u]
“Alright then…. Tomorrow it is… um…Blacksmith.”He still didn’t know his name, but that didn’t bother him too much. He was fine with whatever he got, and though he would most likely be the smallest f all the lycans, he knew as well as some others… that this fact wouldn’t make him anywhere near the weakest… but that would be seen tomorrow… before sunset. He put the pipe in his mouth and kept his light at the side as he hummed a tune, opening and shutting the door in front and behind him. He dropped off a little sandwich he got with the deer meat for the doorkeeper, the green cloak waving in the breeze from his shoulder as he stepped outside and headed back to the inn. Even though he wanted to start chaos, he would light up his pipe looking up at the night sky and grin. Chaos always came, but for tonight….it was beautiful, so he would take it in. [/color]
