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| A sad memory.; Vladimir Petrova | |
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| Dawn | Fri Apr 22, 2011 9:35 pm Post #1 |
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This was not someplace she really planned to be. She however couldn't dismiss it either. She moved along the path until she came to a crumbling wall. She picked her spot carefully and sat. The clothing she was dressed in was not much different from what she had been wearing her first time in this spot. It wasn't suede she wore this time though. Instead it was fine linen with a lace trim. She also had no chains to bind her. She had never really needed them in the first place. She remembered her first Master. She had been a demoness, and from what Dawn knew, also her mother. However, Dawn really had no use for a mother and the demoness was not a proper one. Dawn's first Master had called her Useless... They had been in the Abyss. Her second Master was her first real happiness. A True Master. He had given her the name Dawn, after the fist sunrise she had ever seen. That had been in this very spot. Then he taught her. He taught her how to act around people, who she should act like, and what she should pay attention to. She also learned magic and other useful tools on how to gather information. However, that Master was forced to release her. He had to leave to another realm and she would not be able to go with him, though that was all she wished to do. Instead she had only his last instructions, "Find a new master." She had failed him so far. She had traveled for a long time. The wear on her clothing proved as much. So now she sat and would wait for the sun to rise again before she moved again. Besides, she should let Alban sleep. He had fallen asleep in the remains of a house not far from the graves here. It probably had once been the property of the groundskeeper. She was not worried for the dog. He was only two but was very large now. He had two heads and was as white as a ghost. She could summon him to her side almost at will though. She could tell when he was awake or asleep as well... though she didn't understand why. Not anymore then she understood why she had a connection with her master or why she knew she must find whoever it was. How would she know? |
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| Vladimir Petrova | Sat Apr 23, 2011 2:48 am Post #2 |
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His work had gone south this trip, farther south then he could ever imagine. He had never made it to his destination, in fact he didn't even remotely get near it before bandits had hit the caravan. Many of the guards were first-timers, pups who shouldn't have even been allowed to leave the gate, and the caravan driver was an arrogant fool. A damned shame that he had to find his way back to Cascadia and find a way to explain this all, being quite aware that he would likely be blamed since he was the only person left alive to blame. You get a few steps forward and fate pushes you back down, he mused to himself. But hopefully, when one door closes another opens up. He pressed on into the cemetery, a silk handkerchief held over his mouth to block the scent of rotting ground and moss. He had never been here before, though he had read some books back in his suite in Cascadia. It was the sort of place he would usually avoid at all costs, but ones life surpassed ones comfort. And it didn't take long for him to notice that he wasn't alone in the graveyard. The crumbling wall was an ideal place to relax and weather out the night until he could move on in the morning, but he didn't expect to meet another person here, let alone someone who looked to be a child. He was usually uncaring for others, but he felt a certain interesting capability in this little girl, so he stepped forward from the path, his hands in the pockets of his regal coat. His glasses were tinted silver, hiding his ice blue eyes. He flashed a small smile, pulling his hands from his pockets in a universal sign for peace. "I didn't expect to meet anyone here. Who or... from the feeling in my gut.. what are you exactly?" His eyes narrowed curiously, hidden beneath their silver aegis. He lowered his hands back into his pockets, his right pocket filled to the brim with golden coins he had managed to pilfer from the caravan before disappearing during the attack. He wasn't happy with how it turned out but he was content in knowing the thieves were pilfered a bit of their spoils. He would have been more content if he could have killed their leader, but his life was more important then his vindictive nature. "Oh, how rude of me... I suppose I should introduce myself first. Vladimir Petrova, Cascadian Diplomat." He had dealt with a lot of folk through his days as a diplomat, usually with a fake smile and free lunches, but he had little experience dealing with children. Though, from the feeling gnawing at the back of his head he doubted this girl was just a normal child. It was the same feeling he got before his flight or fight response kicked in, the sort of thing that usually made the diplomat glad to have someone working under him. The istani scanned the surroundings as best he could without turning his head. He was an ever-careful one, and he had heard stories of children being used for traps. He wasn't sure if it would be the bandits from before or another group hoping to grab some of the outlyers of society who wander into ruins in their spare time, but he would rather not be caught unawares. |
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| Dawn | Fri May 6, 2011 8:02 pm Post #3 |
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As the man approached, Dawn made no move and did not appear to notice him at all until the question came forth. Her features were blank, as well as her eyes. It made her look almost like a life size doll. She looked at him in silence for a moment, not blinking. She really had no idea who this was. As long as it wasn't some "well meaning" person trying to take her away from her mission, then perhaps it would be fine. "I am Dawn." As she spoke, the sky slowly began to lighten. She turned her gaze from him back to the sunrise. It was false dawn, the light before the sun touched the horrizon. She hoped she would get to see the sunrise at least... |
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| Vladimir Petrova | Wed May 11, 2011 3:37 am Post #4 |
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The diplomat looked up at the sky, a bit curious as the sunlight began shining through the skies. His curiosity in this new find was higher then his normal levels of curiosity, especially since his usual dealings were with the human persuasion, creatures about as impressive as they were useful-that is to say, not very much. He smiled, raising a brow at the child and offering his hand to shake. "Lovely to meet you Dawn. Like I asked before, what are you exactly?" There was a glint in the manipulator's eyes, a pearly white smile showing from his lips as he brought himself to sit across from the child, putting his jacket on the ground he sat on to ensure that the pants he wore would remain clean. Pretending to be a friend didn't mean a man had to get his good pants dirty, after all. He shifted uncomfortably, placing his two masterwork shotels a few feet behind them so he could still reach them if he had to, but openly far enough that he wasn't going to draw on them. He wanted to show that he wasn't a threat to the girl, though he hoped that that was covered already. "And I must ask, what are you doing out here? It's not the kind of place you'd expect most people to wander around in. I'm not even here by choice, rather then dire need to escape a dangerous situation." His mind flashed back to the battle he had waged with the bandits, his face noticeably balking at the thought of it. He hated the idea of actually having to fight on his own, and shook his head with a sigh at all the wasted mercenaries that were serving him that died on the path to their destination. He shrugged it off and put his smile back on, leaning back comfortably to try and at least enjoy the paltry surroundings he had found himself in. He was much more used to cushiony rooms with high quality drinks and company, but he couldn't really complain so long as he wasn't killed and left to rot on the side of a road. "Though I don't mind not getting an answer if you don't want to tell me, I'm quite sure there are some things I'd rather not tell someone who randomly walked up to me in a cemetery. And to be quite honest the entire situation would put me on edge." It was a rather curious situation to run into someone, especially considering it was the sort of place one tried to mourn more then they tried to socialize. And to be quite honest most socializing the diplomat had ever had in a cemetery tended to be rather awkward and full of puns involving the dead. He wasn't well liked around those that actually came near him in cemeteries. |
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