Perhaps she was a creature of habit, far too predictable for her own good. But this was Clan land and allowing herself the small weakness Celeste indulged her inner desire for routine and order. Being far from home and still slightly unsure of her place here along with still having very few duties had left the Creole feeling slightly adrift. So she chose to fill her nights with training and exercise, a familiar and comforting ritual.
If she had the courage to admit it she would say she had hoped for perhaps Amberelle or even Alex to join her. But Celeste considered herself a loner, by choice, and that wasn't on admission she was willing to make so easily. No, she was at the dojo to keep her skills sharp, her mind clear and her body honed to a fine weapon to be applied when her Sire or her new Master so desired.
It was with that thought firmly in mind, and no other, that the young Anantya slid open a screen door into the dojo with barely a whisper. Pausing when she found it occupied she actually hesitated and was about to step out but decided to linger. However she was respectful. Standing in the doorway she waited to see if the unknown occupant would mind her intrusion.
Empty Heart (open)
Breathing was not necessary. But it helped with the concentration, centered his movements, focused his thoughts. The empty heart beat very slowly, much to slowly to have been human. But then Arran had been turned from the fleeting wings of mortality a long, long time ago.
Clothing was not necessary either. But out of respect for the dojo, Arran had adhered to a modicum of modesty. A simple white cotton garment wrapped around his waist and tied off with a knotted cotton belt. He had been going through the meditative exercises for some time now. Long enough to have formed a thin sheen of sweat on lean muscles that rippled and flexed with each slow movement on the cold wooden floor.
Not that Arran felt the coldness, nor the sweat cooling on his skin. His mind was elsewhere as his body went through the paces. The assignment had seemed simple enough. Straight forward. But the assignment had come from the Elder of the Rose. And that demanded Arran's complete attention. The report she had given to him had been meticulously detailed. Alex West was a creature with an eye for details. Even one's that had painted his handling of the interrogation of the mortal woman Jessica Patterson in a less that flattering light.
West and Townsend. On first observation, a most curious pairing. An English Officer and an American Cowboy. One was a gentleman, the other not so much. Both were adept at using the language of Command. West was eloquent, where Townsend was direct. It was also curious that the Elder of the Hunt had sent two relatively young vampires to investigate Jessica Patterson. To their credit, West and Townsend had achieved what they had set out to do, and yet they hadn't. Jessica Patterson had provided them with information, but it had become glaringly obvious to the young vampires that the human and the business she worked for had nothing to do with the event.
Arran had pored over the Clan files on the two vampires, and had watched them for some nights. Both were in relationships with clan mates. West with an American, Townsend with an English woman. A De'Espionne and a Yolgrave. The De'Espionne had an interesting history, and one of her kin had recently arrived. The Yolgrave's. One in the Clan, and one who was not. More questions. More interesting observations. But not what Arran had been tasked with.
Jessica Patterson. The reason for questioning the caterer had appeared sound, the information she had provided had cast doubt on that reasoning. Another catering company, and more names to follow up on. West had detailed that all in his report to the Elder of the Hunt. And more use of Command to coerce and subjugate the memories of Jessica Patterson. West may have wielded Command like a scalpel in a surgeon's hand, but he was still young.
West had conveniently provided information on not only where Jessica Patterson lived, but details about her date of birth, her social security number, credit history and drivers license number amongst other things. Of course Arran hadn't taken that for granted. He had double checked the details in the report about Jessica Patterson as scrupulously as he checked the details of the rest of the report.
Jessica Patterson, like most humans, was a creature of habit. For two weeks Arran had followed her, and documented what she did and who she saw. Arran had been careful not to be seen, or heard. He had considered employing the services of Clan retainers to follow Jessica during the day, but had eventually decided against it. Humans were also frail creatures. It would do more harm than good to have one of them discovered spying on the caterer.
Arran had sat by Jessica's bedside during the early hours of the morning, whispering to her subconscious, seducing her with honeyed words and thoughts, gently caressing her memories like a mother worrying over her ill son or daughter. He had visited her three times so far. He would visit her one more time and then personally speak with West and Townsend. Neither would welcome the intrusion or the apparent accusation, but this was Clan business. Better a bruised ego than an unwelcome incident.
Arran slowly opened his eyes as he focused on the present, expanding his senses and inhaling softly as he grounded himself on the hardwood floor. Arran stretched his arms out in front of him and slowly brought them back towards his chest, hands pressed together, forming a crude triangle.
Another update on progress to the Elder of the Rose would be sent tonight.
Arran exhaled, forcing the air from his lungs and stilling his heart.
Celeste
17 years ago
Arran
17 years ago
Arran had not been forewarned by the approach of footsteps, but he heard the quiet rustle of rice paper rippling as the wooden screen door was opened. And he heard the quiet beating of the heart, and caught the scent. Neither was indicative of a male presence.
Arran turned deftly on his heels and bowed low, his hands still clasped in front of him. He straightened and lowered his hands to his sides. Arran smiled politely and addressed the pale visitor in Japanese.
"Greetings, daughter of De'Espionne. Enter and be welcome. Pray tell what brings a spirit walker to this humble dojo this evening?"
Arran turned deftly on his heels and bowed low, his hands still clasped in front of him. He straightened and lowered his hands to his sides. Arran smiled politely and addressed the pale visitor in Japanese.
"Greetings, daughter of De'Espionne. Enter and be welcome. Pray tell what brings a spirit walker to this humble dojo this evening?"
Celeste
17 years ago
Her form went stiff for only a moment, and her cool blue eyes narrowed faintly. Who was this stranger who knew not only her lineage but something about her blood gifts? And, who knew that she spoke Japanese? Glittering shards of ice flicked over him slowly, absorbing details and studying him intently. Physical appearance was never a completely accurate way to judge a kindred, but she knew sometimes one could discern subtle clues. Accents, clothing, manners.. all were not trustworthy as they were ever changing and easily tailored to a desired impression. But ones physical body always gave clues to their history. His suntanned skin, facial structure and build pointed to several possible regions. It was intriguing, if extremely annoying. Cel was always the one in control, holding the upper hand and the tidbits of knowledge in her cards. Suddenly the young vampire found the tables turned and was decidedly not happy to be playing this end.
Her lips pursed into a sarcastic smirk as she stepped into the room completely and slowly slid the door closed before turning and returning his bow with grace and implied respect. Her voice was silky smooth and devoid of any hint of an accent as she returned his greeting in Japanese.
Good evening..I was coming for my nightly workout. If I have disturbed you, I would be glad to return later.
Her lips pursed into a sarcastic smirk as she stepped into the room completely and slowly slid the door closed before turning and returning his bow with grace and implied respect. Her voice was silky smooth and devoid of any hint of an accent as she returned his greeting in Japanese.
Good evening..I was coming for my nightly workout. If I have disturbed you, I would be glad to return later.
Arran
17 years ago
Arran smiled.
"There is no disturbance Celeste. Would you care to join me? I would welcome the chance to spar with someone of your pedigree and training. And forgive me, I am Arran, a humble servant of Anantya. Recently arrived, like yourself."
Arran gestured gracefully with his right hand, inviting the young De'Espionne to join him on the mat.
It was interesting that both De'Espionne's had featured so prominently in the life of Mr. West. One that he openly loved, and one that he dared not love. Similar training, but different vampires. Both had been honed and sharpened by the De'Espionne to be hunters and killers.
Arran would not bother trying to hurt someone whose skin was as strong as the pale marble it represented. He turned side on to Celeste, still keeping his hands at his side, and watched as she calmly and methodically paced towards him.
"There is no disturbance Celeste. Would you care to join me? I would welcome the chance to spar with someone of your pedigree and training. And forgive me, I am Arran, a humble servant of Anantya. Recently arrived, like yourself."
Arran gestured gracefully with his right hand, inviting the young De'Espionne to join him on the mat.
It was interesting that both De'Espionne's had featured so prominently in the life of Mr. West. One that he openly loved, and one that he dared not love. Similar training, but different vampires. Both had been honed and sharpened by the De'Espionne to be hunters and killers.
Arran would not bother trying to hurt someone whose skin was as strong as the pale marble it represented. He turned side on to Celeste, still keeping his hands at his side, and watched as she calmly and methodically paced towards him.
Celeste
17 years ago
Arran. Celeste rolled the name around in her mind, seeking any time it may have come up in a conversation or she may have read across it in her Clan studies but the brunette found her self coming up completely empty handed. A flicker of irritation flared a bit brighter inside but she kept it under control. He spoke of her training.. she would assume he was knowledgeable of her fighting forms and skills. And, if he was aware of one of her abilities she would assume he was informed of them all. So, she was at a total disadvantage fighting an unknown foe who knew so much about her. It would normally have her excited at the challenge but Cel instead found a surge of annoyance and anger.
If she had come across this stranger back in De'Espionne territory her first thought would have been this was a test, a challenege of some kind orchistrated by her Sire or perhaps even her Grandmere. Now perhaps it was her newly appointed Master, the Elder Sorin? Would he do something like this? Her eyes scanned the room discreetly as she took a position across from the other Anantya. Best to treat the affair as if it was and be at peak performance.
Thank you for the invitation.. I always welcome the opportunity to train with a clanmate. 'Liar!" her inner voice screamed, laughing. Well Arran, since you obviously have me at somewhat of a disadvantage.. I will allow you to begin.
If she had come across this stranger back in De'Espionne territory her first thought would have been this was a test, a challenege of some kind orchistrated by her Sire or perhaps even her Grandmere. Now perhaps it was her newly appointed Master, the Elder Sorin? Would he do something like this? Her eyes scanned the room discreetly as she took a position across from the other Anantya. Best to treat the affair as if it was and be at peak performance.
Thank you for the invitation.. I always welcome the opportunity to train with a clanmate. 'Liar!" her inner voice screamed, laughing. Well Arran, since you obviously have me at somewhat of a disadvantage.. I will allow you to begin.
Arran
17 years ago
Arran did not comment but nodded. He loosened his limbs as he calmly stretched. Celeste merely shrugged at the display and began warming up herself, going through a simple routine. Neither vampire spoke for a few minutes as they flexed and postured, their eyes locked on one another.
Arran finished first and waited as Celeste completed her exercises.
"I am ready when you are."
Celeste wanted to say something sarcastic then and there, but she refrained. She nodded. "I'm ready. Get it started, Arran."
His name had barely left her lips when she found himself standing near her. Arran wasn't that fast, but his movements were deceptive. Instead of backpedaling and reestablishing a better position, Celeste attacked. This close she could hardly miss Arran.
Arran's face was blank, his mind clear. Instinctively trusting his body to respond before his mind reacted. He moved with her attacks, letting her fists pass harmlessly by and moving aside from her feet and knees. The De'Espionne was fast, her technique flawless. And her training had been extensive.
Celeste fought with focus, with determination. He could hear it her controlled breathing, in the coiled snap of her muscles as she struck at him like a cobra. She adjusted to the situation and began moving around Arran, hoping to find an opening, probing for a weakness she could exploit.
Arran began to parry and block Celeste's attacks, moving with her and letting her get closer and closer as she attacked with greater passion and strength. Arran suddenly moved closer to Celeste and grabbed her right arm as it sailed past his head. Shifting his weight he leaned into her and pulled, throwing her across his shoulders. Celeste merely glared at him and faded away.
Arran smiled. He stood still, waiting. The foot came whipping around like a ball on a chain as Celeste materialized again. Arran intercepted the attacking leg and twisted it hard, spinning Celeste. She vanished again.
And appeared just as quickly, an open palm strike to the nose. Arran leaned back and gracefully rolled backwards as Celeste pushed forwards. He blocked the flurry of blows and calmly pressed his hand again Celeste's chest. Her breasts heaved as she was pushed backwards, almost losing her footing.
"Impressive Celeste, most impressive."
Arran finished first and waited as Celeste completed her exercises.
"I am ready when you are."
Celeste wanted to say something sarcastic then and there, but she refrained. She nodded. "I'm ready. Get it started, Arran."
His name had barely left her lips when she found himself standing near her. Arran wasn't that fast, but his movements were deceptive. Instead of backpedaling and reestablishing a better position, Celeste attacked. This close she could hardly miss Arran.
Arran's face was blank, his mind clear. Instinctively trusting his body to respond before his mind reacted. He moved with her attacks, letting her fists pass harmlessly by and moving aside from her feet and knees. The De'Espionne was fast, her technique flawless. And her training had been extensive.
Celeste fought with focus, with determination. He could hear it her controlled breathing, in the coiled snap of her muscles as she struck at him like a cobra. She adjusted to the situation and began moving around Arran, hoping to find an opening, probing for a weakness she could exploit.
Arran began to parry and block Celeste's attacks, moving with her and letting her get closer and closer as she attacked with greater passion and strength. Arran suddenly moved closer to Celeste and grabbed her right arm as it sailed past his head. Shifting his weight he leaned into her and pulled, throwing her across his shoulders. Celeste merely glared at him and faded away.
Arran smiled. He stood still, waiting. The foot came whipping around like a ball on a chain as Celeste materialized again. Arran intercepted the attacking leg and twisted it hard, spinning Celeste. She vanished again.
And appeared just as quickly, an open palm strike to the nose. Arran leaned back and gracefully rolled backwards as Celeste pushed forwards. He blocked the flurry of blows and calmly pressed his hand again Celeste's chest. Her breasts heaved as she was pushed backwards, almost losing her footing.
"Impressive Celeste, most impressive."
Celeste
17 years ago
Having no choice Celeste took a few steps backwards, her inner irritation smouldering and bursting into a bright flame. So calm, so sure and he moved with a skill that almost made a mockery of her attacks. This man was not one to be easily dismissed. Through the years the young Anantya had been privileged to spar with ones far older and more experienced, and she could see the signs of Arran's skill. It didn't keep her from grinding her teeth slightly as she kept her face expressionless. If this was a test then the Creole was determined to impress.
Why, thank you Arran, she said sweetly but was unable to keep the sarcasm from her tone completely.
Eyes narrowed, she took a moment to stretch her arms and neck as she moved cautiously around the other vampire. He had been completely prepared for her etheral attacks. This man knew far too much about her for Celeste's comfort. Perhaps she had become too predictable? That thought set her teeth on edge.
Lashing out in a sudden flurry of attacks she flowed from one style to another, trying to randomize and mix as many forms as possible into a strange composite. Still, she fumed as he seemed to just glide around her attacks, Spinning from yet another kick that met only air, she lept at him and instead of trying to strike simply let herself flow into nothingness and became a ghost.
Circling around to a different angle she solidified but kept her form blended and stayed in his peripheral vision to minimize any chance he would see something amiss. A small foot silently snapped out towards the side of his knee with all her strength.
Why, thank you Arran, she said sweetly but was unable to keep the sarcasm from her tone completely.
Eyes narrowed, she took a moment to stretch her arms and neck as she moved cautiously around the other vampire. He had been completely prepared for her etheral attacks. This man knew far too much about her for Celeste's comfort. Perhaps she had become too predictable? That thought set her teeth on edge.
Lashing out in a sudden flurry of attacks she flowed from one style to another, trying to randomize and mix as many forms as possible into a strange composite. Still, she fumed as he seemed to just glide around her attacks, Spinning from yet another kick that met only air, she lept at him and instead of trying to strike simply let herself flow into nothingness and became a ghost.
Circling around to a different angle she solidified but kept her form blended and stayed in his peripheral vision to minimize any chance he would see something amiss. A small foot silently snapped out towards the side of his knee with all her strength.
Arran
17 years ago
An excellent tactic, thought Arran. But relying on sight alone was a weakness he had addressed many, many years ago. He could hear her, smell her, almost sense her position around him. Instead of stepping to one side, Arran leapt upwards, twisting with unnatural grace and practiced ease.
He grabbed the top of Celeste's head and used it to vault himself over her. To her credit, Celeste managed to grab at the knotted cotton belt and pull even as she was pushed forward. The cotton came free, and so did the wrap that had been around Arran's waist. He had no embarrassment about sparring naked. It had been common place when he was alive, wrestling oiled and naked with older, stronger men.
With a flick of his wrist Arran grabbed the cotton wrap as it fell and used it to slap Celeste on her firm buttocks. It struck with a satisfying crack, and Celeste reacted by vehemently swearing as she spun around.
Arran calmly tossed the cotton to one side as he faced Celeste. She threw the cotton belt to one side in disgust and calmed herself. She was not going to let Arran get her worked up the way... Alex had. Celeste paused for a moment and exhaled slowly. No, she was not going to be played like that so easily.
She ignored Arran's body and focused on his face. His smile was somewhat apologetic as he bowed his head slightly. Celeste rolled her neck from side to side and cracked her knuckles.
He grabbed the top of Celeste's head and used it to vault himself over her. To her credit, Celeste managed to grab at the knotted cotton belt and pull even as she was pushed forward. The cotton came free, and so did the wrap that had been around Arran's waist. He had no embarrassment about sparring naked. It had been common place when he was alive, wrestling oiled and naked with older, stronger men.
With a flick of his wrist Arran grabbed the cotton wrap as it fell and used it to slap Celeste on her firm buttocks. It struck with a satisfying crack, and Celeste reacted by vehemently swearing as she spun around.
Arran calmly tossed the cotton to one side as he faced Celeste. She threw the cotton belt to one side in disgust and calmed herself. She was not going to let Arran get her worked up the way... Alex had. Celeste paused for a moment and exhaled slowly. No, she was not going to be played like that so easily.
She ignored Arran's body and focused on his face. His smile was somewhat apologetic as he bowed his head slightly. Celeste rolled her neck from side to side and cracked her knuckles.
Celeste
17 years ago
Her thoughts raced as she tried to determine how Arran had been able to not only hear her attack to avoide it but move right to and around her so easily. Even as she went into another exchange of blows and sent him spiraling around the dojo in a slippery dance of avoidance and the occasional off hand block the Creole went over and over the last few minutes and quickly came to a decision. Apparently this stranger had a few things in common with her little cousin. Now only was he as agile as her but perhaps he had the same enhanced senses. Another shifter? It was always possible.
Stopping suddenly, she watched as he did the same. She smiled, a cold and predatory look that had sent fear coursing own the spines of countless victims in her short life. Her breaths had been soft and measured but now after a long deep breath they stilled. Focusing herself, Celeste willed her slowly beating heart into silence as well. Standing in from of the smiling vampire, the younger Anantya became quiet, frozen in place. It would only be her scent that could give her away.
Blending, Cel strained her ears and listened. The wind outside ebbed and flowed, softly rustling the trees nearby and rattling the rice paper screens gently. Loosening into her intangible form, she slipped quickly to Arran's side and was close enough to have him feel her breath on his neck if she chose to actually exhale. Instead she simply glided with him as he slowly moved around the room, obviously searching for her location. She would be patient, it would only be a matter of moments. And then it came, the slight whine, the minutely increased sound level that came as the breeze flowed around the small structure and insidiously worked its way into and through the dojo.
The Creole grinned at her opponent, wide fang filled smile unseen as she moved to his right side, just downwind from the rattling windows that she could see battling the intense rush of air. Spinning a complete 360 into a jumping kick she stayed intangible until the last moment and was blended by the time her form solidifed with her foot screaming at him full strength and mere inches from connection.
Stopping suddenly, she watched as he did the same. She smiled, a cold and predatory look that had sent fear coursing own the spines of countless victims in her short life. Her breaths had been soft and measured but now after a long deep breath they stilled. Focusing herself, Celeste willed her slowly beating heart into silence as well. Standing in from of the smiling vampire, the younger Anantya became quiet, frozen in place. It would only be her scent that could give her away.
Blending, Cel strained her ears and listened. The wind outside ebbed and flowed, softly rustling the trees nearby and rattling the rice paper screens gently. Loosening into her intangible form, she slipped quickly to Arran's side and was close enough to have him feel her breath on his neck if she chose to actually exhale. Instead she simply glided with him as he slowly moved around the room, obviously searching for her location. She would be patient, it would only be a matter of moments. And then it came, the slight whine, the minutely increased sound level that came as the breeze flowed around the small structure and insidiously worked its way into and through the dojo.
The Creole grinned at her opponent, wide fang filled smile unseen as she moved to his right side, just downwind from the rattling windows that she could see battling the intense rush of air. Spinning a complete 360 into a jumping kick she stayed intangible until the last moment and was blended by the time her form solidifed with her foot screaming at him full strength and mere inches from connection.
Arran
17 years ago
Celeste was adaptable. Most De'Espionne were. Arran couldn't fault her for that. She had stilled her heart, and vanished again. She was thinking now, using the environment to her advantage. Relying on a lack of sight and sound to keep her hidden. Arran paced about the dojo, embracing the empty heart once more, almost gliding above the floor as he moved without sound.
Arran could do little but wait. Experience told him that Celeste would attack as soon as an advantageous situation presented itself. And from the way she had silenced herself, she would rely on something to distract his concentration. Arran closed his eyes.
He heard the rattling of windows, and felt the sudden shift of air to his right. Arran kept his eyes closed as he reacted to Celeste's attack. Instead of moving to stop the incoming blow, Arran chose to accept it, move with it, as her foot made contact with his right side. He stepped to the left and dropped down as she struck, letting her strength act as his momentum.
Arran heard Celeste cry out in triumph as he apparently fell. He rolled forward and came to his feet in one fluid movement. Turning in her direction and slowly opening his eyes. He drew in his hands and bowed.
"Well done Celeste De'Espionne. I see your reputation is well deserved."
Arran smiled. Celeste had used a sound stratagem and against a younger opponent she would have most likely injured or even crippled them with such a strike. But he wasn't going to let her know that she hadn't achieved what see set out to accomplish. It would be far better to let the De'Espionne save face and gain a potential ally, than bruise her ego and risk making an enemy.
Celeste arched an eyebrow in surprise as she watched Arran retrieve the cotton wrap and belt, and cover himself up once more.
"You're quitting, just like that?"
Arran laughed softly. "Why does that surprise you? You adapted to the situation, you improvised using your environment, and you acted without hesitation when the opportunity arose. That is all I needed to find out. This was not a competition, or a test. It was merely sparring. You discovered a little about myself, and I in turn learned what you were capable of. And besides, this was a most enjoyable encounter."
Arran bowed low and then straightened. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask."
Arran could do little but wait. Experience told him that Celeste would attack as soon as an advantageous situation presented itself. And from the way she had silenced herself, she would rely on something to distract his concentration. Arran closed his eyes.
He heard the rattling of windows, and felt the sudden shift of air to his right. Arran kept his eyes closed as he reacted to Celeste's attack. Instead of moving to stop the incoming blow, Arran chose to accept it, move with it, as her foot made contact with his right side. He stepped to the left and dropped down as she struck, letting her strength act as his momentum.
Arran heard Celeste cry out in triumph as he apparently fell. He rolled forward and came to his feet in one fluid movement. Turning in her direction and slowly opening his eyes. He drew in his hands and bowed.
"Well done Celeste De'Espionne. I see your reputation is well deserved."
Arran smiled. Celeste had used a sound stratagem and against a younger opponent she would have most likely injured or even crippled them with such a strike. But he wasn't going to let her know that she hadn't achieved what see set out to accomplish. It would be far better to let the De'Espionne save face and gain a potential ally, than bruise her ego and risk making an enemy.
Celeste arched an eyebrow in surprise as she watched Arran retrieve the cotton wrap and belt, and cover himself up once more.
"You're quitting, just like that?"
Arran laughed softly. "Why does that surprise you? You adapted to the situation, you improvised using your environment, and you acted without hesitation when the opportunity arose. That is all I needed to find out. This was not a competition, or a test. It was merely sparring. You discovered a little about myself, and I in turn learned what you were capable of. And besides, this was a most enjoyable encounter."
Arran bowed low and then straightened. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask."
Celeste
17 years ago
To say she was dissapointed would have been a gross understatement. There had been a real challenge there, something that finally pushed her to reach for new limits and Celeste had found the rush of that heady. It had been a long time since she'd fought anyone who she would, even grudgingly, call her superior. Arran was certainly that, even if it irked her to admit it. He said this had not been a test but the younger vampire wasn't so sure. His words certainly gave weight to the assumption, and she bit nervously at the inside of her lip some wondering just what impression she had truely left him with.
Well I have quite a few of them, she said with a rather harsh chuckle. Cel continued stretching as she spoke, not quite ready to cool down from her exercise yet. Crystaline eyes studied him a moment before she smirked slightly. I suppose I will start at the top and see how far I get.. He hadn't said how many questions she got and she was quite familiar with vampires who changed their minds, and the rules, without notice.
So how, why.. do you know of me.. and what exactly is the reputation that preceeds me? Spinning into a crouched stance as she slowly moved through a simple kata the Creole let her hands flow gracefuly from position to position as she waited for his response. Who was Arran was almost as important to her but her own vanity and desire to know just who would be checking into her, and why, led her to begin with that. If there was something (or someone) to be wary of in this city she wanted to know as soon as possible.
Well I have quite a few of them, she said with a rather harsh chuckle. Cel continued stretching as she spoke, not quite ready to cool down from her exercise yet. Crystaline eyes studied him a moment before she smirked slightly. I suppose I will start at the top and see how far I get.. He hadn't said how many questions she got and she was quite familiar with vampires who changed their minds, and the rules, without notice.
So how, why.. do you know of me.. and what exactly is the reputation that preceeds me? Spinning into a crouched stance as she slowly moved through a simple kata the Creole let her hands flow gracefuly from position to position as she waited for his response. Who was Arran was almost as important to her but her own vanity and desire to know just who would be checking into her, and why, led her to begin with that. If there was something (or someone) to be wary of in this city she wanted to know as soon as possible.
Arran
17 years ago
Arran smiled softly, and watched patiently as Celeste went through the motions of the kata.
"Why and how is easy enough. You are a De'Espionne. Where one of you goes is always noted by the Clan. And your reputation is based on the level of training you have received. You may not think it, but your adaptiveness, perseverance, and tactical assessment skills served you well tonight."
Celeste said nothing as Arran slowly walked around her, examining her movements and noting her positions.
"But you are probably more concerned with who I am. And rightly so. I am not your enemy, Celeste. I serve the Clan in many ways. Sometimes I teach, sometimes I observe, and sometimes I assess."
Celeste narrowed her eyes slightly as Arran passed in front of her.
"And no, you are not the subject of my inquiries, merely an unexpected avenue of unrelated interest. And you are someone whom I believe it would be beneficial to be on amicable terms with."
Arran looked at Celeste and nodded his head slightly.
"You may ask another question, if you you wish."
"Why and how is easy enough. You are a De'Espionne. Where one of you goes is always noted by the Clan. And your reputation is based on the level of training you have received. You may not think it, but your adaptiveness, perseverance, and tactical assessment skills served you well tonight."
Celeste said nothing as Arran slowly walked around her, examining her movements and noting her positions.
"But you are probably more concerned with who I am. And rightly so. I am not your enemy, Celeste. I serve the Clan in many ways. Sometimes I teach, sometimes I observe, and sometimes I assess."
Celeste narrowed her eyes slightly as Arran passed in front of her.
"And no, you are not the subject of my inquiries, merely an unexpected avenue of unrelated interest. And you are someone whom I believe it would be beneficial to be on amicable terms with."
Arran looked at Celeste and nodded his head slightly.
"You may ask another question, if you you wish."
Celeste
17 years ago
It was so hard, the words were just there on the tip of her tongue begging to spill forth but Celeste managed to bite back the sarcastic reply to his oh so generous allowance of another question. That Arran had complimented her helped to calm the inner urge to snap out at him, and she maintained her serene expression. Her thoughts were darting around different possible reasons she would have been part of any investigation and considering her distinct lack of interaction with anyone at the manor it left very few viable reasons. Each of those was intriguing, but she would wait to find out what the truth was.
Well then why don't you use your observation and assessment skills and critique my techniques. Tell me.. what could I have improved? 'Oui, tell me how I could have smacked you even harder and more often,' she thought sarcasticly. But then again, Celeste admitted, she was curious. It had been awhile since she'd had fresh eyes and ideas to help her hone her skills. If there was one thing the young vampire wanted it was to become better, faster and more lethal. Only when she was truely capable could she achieve her goal and obtain her vengence. A small bit of tension rippled through her frame at that thought. Yes, any way to be able to kill Gustav better would be a welcome lesson.
Well then why don't you use your observation and assessment skills and critique my techniques. Tell me.. what could I have improved? 'Oui, tell me how I could have smacked you even harder and more often,' she thought sarcasticly. But then again, Celeste admitted, she was curious. It had been awhile since she'd had fresh eyes and ideas to help her hone her skills. If there was one thing the young vampire wanted it was to become better, faster and more lethal. Only when she was truely capable could she achieve her goal and obtain her vengence. A small bit of tension rippled through her frame at that thought. Yes, any way to be able to kill Gustav better would be a welcome lesson.
Arran
17 years ago
Arran continued to watch Celeste as he replied.
"It's not a question of technique or style, Celeste. All of us are students, even me."
Arran folded his arms across his chest as Celeste carried on through her paces.
"What is it that drives you to fight? To struggle so? You try to keep it hidden but it can be seen in your eyes, and can be felt in the slight tension of your movements. Your emotions do you credit, but they also betray your intent."
Celeste tried to keep her face neutral as she glared at Arran. Could he read her that easily?
"Do not think about victory or defeat, do not dwell on thoughts of beating your opponent. Do not hate, do not fear. Do not savor and do not anger. Still of mind, empty of heart. Not easy to achieve at all. But it is possible."
Arran raised a hand. "It's not an issue of discipline, patience, or humility, Celeste. Which is more dangerous? The cat whose fur is on end, claws outstretched and teeth bared; or the quiet cat that lies perfectly still and watches you with seeming disdain?"
"It's not a question of technique or style, Celeste. All of us are students, even me."
Arran folded his arms across his chest as Celeste carried on through her paces.
"What is it that drives you to fight? To struggle so? You try to keep it hidden but it can be seen in your eyes, and can be felt in the slight tension of your movements. Your emotions do you credit, but they also betray your intent."
Celeste tried to keep her face neutral as she glared at Arran. Could he read her that easily?
"Do not think about victory or defeat, do not dwell on thoughts of beating your opponent. Do not hate, do not fear. Do not savor and do not anger. Still of mind, empty of heart. Not easy to achieve at all. But it is possible."
Arran raised a hand. "It's not an issue of discipline, patience, or humility, Celeste. Which is more dangerous? The cat whose fur is on end, claws outstretched and teeth bared; or the quiet cat that lies perfectly still and watches you with seeming disdain?"
Amberelle DeEspionne
17 years ago
Her movements stilled, and Celeste turned her head to look at Arran with cool eyes. His analogy struck home. How many times had she swallowed her pain, hidden her hate? Keep the enemy close, lull him into a sense of calm and allow him to become lax and then you can slide your blade in slowly, with great satisfaction. But how effective would her act be if she could actually set aside those feelings and not worry that someone would see through her?
Sliding slowly upright and crossing her arms, Cel's expression darkened faintly as she thought over his words. But.. her voice was soft as she spoke, sometimes those emotions are good because they can push you, drive you and send you higher than you could go normally. You have to embrace your purpose and your pain. A harsh laugh poured out and the Creole shook her head slightly. Sometimes it's good to remember why you continue to walk the Earth.
Sliding slowly upright and crossing her arms, Cel's expression darkened faintly as she thought over his words. But.. her voice was soft as she spoke, sometimes those emotions are good because they can push you, drive you and send you higher than you could go normally. You have to embrace your purpose and your pain. A harsh laugh poured out and the Creole shook her head slightly. Sometimes it's good to remember why you continue to walk the Earth.
Celeste
17 years ago
Her movements stilled, and Celeste turned her head to look at Arran with cool eyes. His analogy struck home. How many times had she swallowed her pain, hidden her hate? Keep the enemy close, lull him into a sense of calm and allow him to become lax and then you can slide your blade in slowly, with great satisfaction. But how effective would her act be if she could actually set aside those feelings and not worry that someone would see through her?
Sliding slowly upright and crossing her arms, Cel's expression darkened faintly as she thought over his words. But.. her voice was soft as she spoke, sometimes those emotions are good because they can push you, drive you and send you higher than you could go normally. You have to embrace your purpose and your pain. A harsh laugh poured out and the Creole shook her head slightly. Sometimes it's good to remember why you continue to walk the Earth.
Sliding slowly upright and crossing her arms, Cel's expression darkened faintly as she thought over his words. But.. her voice was soft as she spoke, sometimes those emotions are good because they can push you, drive you and send you higher than you could go normally. You have to embrace your purpose and your pain. A harsh laugh poured out and the Creole shook her head slightly. Sometimes it's good to remember why you continue to walk the Earth.
Arran
17 years ago
She smiles, a rarity these nights. 'The arrogance of youth.'
He readies himself, falling into a low stance. 'Don't you mean the confidence of youth?'
She laughs softly as she leaps from the cherry blossom tree to the ground. 'No, chosen. I mean the ignorance of youth.'
"Purpose and Emotion should never interfere with one another, Celeste. You may think you can wrap your emotions around you like the howling winds of a tornado, but you will find that most of the time you will not be the calm at the center of the storm, you will be part of the storm itself."
Arran closed his eyes, his face was calm, his features almost soft. He began to move. An exercise from memory, a set of movements he had been taught many, many years ago. He turned with the grace of an eagle, twisted with agility of a cat, and struck the empty air with the speed of a cobra. It was a dance. And Arran's feet glided ever so slightly above the hardwood floor as he moved.
Celeste opened her mouth to speak, but no words came forth. Instead she watched, almost mesmerized by Arran's movements, and listened quietly as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I have no hate, for I have no fear.
I have no fear, for I have no anger.
I have no anger, for I have no pain.
I have no pain, for I am like the rocks of the eternal shore.
Crash against me, and break."
And then he was done as swiftly as he began. Arran's eyelids fluttered open and he locked his eyes with Celeste's.
"Emotions can push you, drive you, if you let them. But always remember control your emotions lest they control you. You have such anger, De'Epsionne. Such rage. I can almost taste it. You speak of purpose. Do not let your anger corrupt your purpose, do not let it harden your heart."
Celeste lips moved silently.
"I am not devoid of emotion, Celeste, but I am wary of them. You will find that as you get older some of your emotions will be sharpened, and some of them will be blunted. No one can predict how you will be affected, for it is different for each one of us. You may have already know of some vampires whose capacity for inflicting pain, misery and suffering is their only outlet of joy. You may meet others whose anger and rage would shatter mountains if it could."
Celeste broke her silence. "And which one are you?"
Arran was silent for a moment. "Neither. Pride was my sin. Pride is my curse. That is the price I paid for letting my emotions rule me. It is why I reigned my emotions in. None of us are perfect, each of us has a flaw. You know mine. Know yours, Celeste. Know it well. That is all I would ask of you."
He readies himself, falling into a low stance. 'Don't you mean the confidence of youth?'
She laughs softly as she leaps from the cherry blossom tree to the ground. 'No, chosen. I mean the ignorance of youth.'
"Purpose and Emotion should never interfere with one another, Celeste. You may think you can wrap your emotions around you like the howling winds of a tornado, but you will find that most of the time you will not be the calm at the center of the storm, you will be part of the storm itself."
Arran closed his eyes, his face was calm, his features almost soft. He began to move. An exercise from memory, a set of movements he had been taught many, many years ago. He turned with the grace of an eagle, twisted with agility of a cat, and struck the empty air with the speed of a cobra. It was a dance. And Arran's feet glided ever so slightly above the hardwood floor as he moved.
Celeste opened her mouth to speak, but no words came forth. Instead she watched, almost mesmerized by Arran's movements, and listened quietly as he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper.
"I have no hate, for I have no fear.
I have no fear, for I have no anger.
I have no anger, for I have no pain.
I have no pain, for I am like the rocks of the eternal shore.
Crash against me, and break."
And then he was done as swiftly as he began. Arran's eyelids fluttered open and he locked his eyes with Celeste's.
"Emotions can push you, drive you, if you let them. But always remember control your emotions lest they control you. You have such anger, De'Epsionne. Such rage. I can almost taste it. You speak of purpose. Do not let your anger corrupt your purpose, do not let it harden your heart."
Celeste lips moved silently.
"I am not devoid of emotion, Celeste, but I am wary of them. You will find that as you get older some of your emotions will be sharpened, and some of them will be blunted. No one can predict how you will be affected, for it is different for each one of us. You may have already know of some vampires whose capacity for inflicting pain, misery and suffering is their only outlet of joy. You may meet others whose anger and rage would shatter mountains if it could."
Celeste broke her silence. "And which one are you?"
Arran was silent for a moment. "Neither. Pride was my sin. Pride is my curse. That is the price I paid for letting my emotions rule me. It is why I reigned my emotions in. None of us are perfect, each of us has a flaw. You know mine. Know yours, Celeste. Know it well. That is all I would ask of you."
Celeste
17 years ago
Arran's words bore strong consideration. Celeste found herself looking at him and wondering a great deal of things about not only the wisdom he was imparting but the man behind it. The words of his soft chant echoed in her mind and she was curious how long it would take to make them true. That thought jarred her. Why would she care?
Arran had touched on a nerve with the younger vampire. Seeing how time had twisted her Sire had her deeply concerned that she herself could become a monster. Already she'd gladly abandoned her humanity and compassion to be better at her tasks. What else would she choose to do if it seemed the proper path to her goal? 'I like being a bitch, I enjoy what I do,' she told herself firmly. Know her flaw, what could he mean by that? Such calm and cryptic words frustrated her, and her inner agitation rose.
'Mon Dieu what is it with these damn cool, dispassionate men around here?' she thought darkly. All this talk had erased any calm she'd managed to find in their sparring. And what did he mean about tasting her rage? She was quite good at hiding it. Well, OK so she wasn't. But at least the source of her anger was a well kept secret.
Celeste curled her lip at the other vampire. I don't think I have a problem recognizing my weaknesses. Or my flaws. I have anger management issues, oui, but that's something I am aware of. 'And something that never plagued me until this damn unlife I live,' she added to herself. Her eyes flickered down when she recalled the girl she once was. What would she have thought of herself now? A sharp shake of her head dismissed the thought. A change of subject was in order.
You said you teach... Would you teach me? I'm always looking to be better in my martial arts. The corner of her eye twitched. The next sentence would not come easily. And.. you are obviously able to show me a thing or two.
Arran had touched on a nerve with the younger vampire. Seeing how time had twisted her Sire had her deeply concerned that she herself could become a monster. Already she'd gladly abandoned her humanity and compassion to be better at her tasks. What else would she choose to do if it seemed the proper path to her goal? 'I like being a bitch, I enjoy what I do,' she told herself firmly. Know her flaw, what could he mean by that? Such calm and cryptic words frustrated her, and her inner agitation rose.
'Mon Dieu what is it with these damn cool, dispassionate men around here?' she thought darkly. All this talk had erased any calm she'd managed to find in their sparring. And what did he mean about tasting her rage? She was quite good at hiding it. Well, OK so she wasn't. But at least the source of her anger was a well kept secret.
Celeste curled her lip at the other vampire. I don't think I have a problem recognizing my weaknesses. Or my flaws. I have anger management issues, oui, but that's something I am aware of. 'And something that never plagued me until this damn unlife I live,' she added to herself. Her eyes flickered down when she recalled the girl she once was. What would she have thought of herself now? A sharp shake of her head dismissed the thought. A change of subject was in order.
You said you teach... Would you teach me? I'm always looking to be better in my martial arts. The corner of her eye twitched. The next sentence would not come easily. And.. you are obviously able to show me a thing or two.
Arran
17 years ago
Arran reflected on the young vampires words. It would be beneficial to have the friendship of one of the Night, and Celeste was certainly capable. An admission like she had made would not have come easily. Anger management issues, an understatement. But Arran wouldn't push that. Celeste would have to work through that limitation and realize for herself the folly of investing so much of her energy into anger.
"If your Patron agrees, then I will teach you."
"If your Patron agrees, then I will teach you."
Celeste
17 years ago
Celeset nodded her head slightly once. Fine, I will speak with the Elder then.. but I don't see why he would have a problem with it. Shrugging slightly she simply dismissed the thought. Maybe she didn't know Sorin well enough but she found the idea that he would take exception with one of his people increasing their skills and value to the Order rather ridiculous. And, if he did have a problem with it, then she would simply present her case logically. After all an Elder couldn't deny that the good of the Clan as a whole was what was most important.
Stretching her hands up over her head she rose up to her tiptoes and grunted slightly. It seemed there would be no more sparring here tonight. 'Might as well go into town and find something to beat up on and get a meal in the process.'
Sighing softly, Cel gave Arran a sarcastic little smile. Looks like it's dinner time then. Her raven haired head dipped slightly in respect before she turned towards the door. So, I'll catch you around sometime.. I look forward to training with you. Once I can actually get to see Sorin again. Unseen by him her eyes rolled at the thought. It had taken an act of Congress to get her last appointment. And that was with important news of benefit to the man. Something for her own benefit? At best it might be some time this year. As Celeste stepped out the door she slid it closed behind her and blended before heading back to her quarters.
((OOC Celeste and Arran out, with permission))
Stretching her hands up over her head she rose up to her tiptoes and grunted slightly. It seemed there would be no more sparring here tonight. 'Might as well go into town and find something to beat up on and get a meal in the process.'
Sighing softly, Cel gave Arran a sarcastic little smile. Looks like it's dinner time then. Her raven haired head dipped slightly in respect before she turned towards the door. So, I'll catch you around sometime.. I look forward to training with you. Once I can actually get to see Sorin again. Unseen by him her eyes rolled at the thought. It had taken an act of Congress to get her last appointment. And that was with important news of benefit to the man. Something for her own benefit? At best it might be some time this year. As Celeste stepped out the door she slid it closed behind her and blended before heading back to her quarters.
((OOC Celeste and Arran out, with permission))