13 Roses: The Coven Proper
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				Title: <strong>13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Toth</strong> on <strong>29-11-2014, 23:12:23</strong>
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				For centuries, humankind has lived alongside dark creatures, sinister and vile.&nbsp; Humans have stories and legends about them - about the vampires and the other denizens that stalk the night.&nbsp; Some are true, some are myth.&nbsp; Once, when humans were young, they believed the stories.&nbsp; They lived among the vampires, fighting to survive against a creature whose sole purpose seemed to be to drain life.<br><br>As the vampires grew in numbers, their territory and their food source became incapable of sustaining them.&nbsp; Clans and tribes waged war for land, for vengeance, for the right to feed.&nbsp; Thousands of vampires died.&nbsp; Eventually, the strongest and oldest of the vampires convened to call an end to the war.&nbsp; New covens were established, and a set of laws laid forth.&nbsp; Vampires would not multiply at the rates they had in the past, and they would not destroy their "livestock."<br><br>As vampire attacks became less overt and more careful, and with fewer fatalities, humans began to distrust the old tales.&nbsp; The stories of the vampires became just that: stories.&nbsp; All the while, the covens grew in power.&nbsp; Of the remaining covens, the Thirteen Roses is considered one of the strongest.&nbsp; At its head is the oldest known vampire, Davcina.&nbsp; Little is known of the ancient creature, but her ferocity is the stuff of legends.&nbsp; And those legends are why her coven is safe.&nbsp; And why many seek to destroy her.<br><br>Today, the coven sits quietly on the outskirts of Diamond City, a human settlement filled with more debauchery than even the "new age" vampires.&nbsp; The twisted wickedness of Diamond City is the perfect mask to hide the vampiric underworld.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Artema</strong> on <strong>01-12-2014, 03:56:54</strong>
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				In the Blue Lounge, on top of the highest spire in the city, Ilza was getting restless.<br><br>It was a nice place by the fire, the fire of the city lights, of the night life, with windows flickering in and out and the wind of the streets carrying the burning sparks of the carriages.<br><br>I wonder if somebody ever put a brand to this hill.<br><br>The Lioness was having a talk, her charm and wit steady, be it an explosive party or like now, an evening chill-out, she never seemed to miss a beat, ever dispersing a lazy distraction for the bored vampires in a millennia-old game.<br><br>It was, Ilza thought, a kind of sweet dream, a paradize were good and fuzzy vampires gone.<br><br>She listened to the discussion with half an ear, letting it sink into her skin, but wondering instead what will the fire, that of the city below, bring.<br><br>Between the Coven errands she has been throwing a net, looking for the top information traders, for spiders sitting in the corners of the net, just to see what the hunt will bring. It was a different game, one she played out of sport, without any help from the Coven. Jet it was proving futile, filling her with a suppressed thrill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>04-12-2014, 02:52:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ibdiNPKmMP8/To0qv5h_5mI/AAAAAAAAxOw/Lsqa_Dds0hw/AndreTBREJC4LofIT.3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Valco <br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Main Sitting Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (What is in image)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Doing: </strong> Relaxing<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Settled into a rather posh chair, Marcus took a moment to regard his surroundings, having always found this place to be a little too… ornate in his opinion. Everything seemed to the have been selected to give a sense of power, wealth and taste in fashion, or at least that was the vibe he was getting from it. Perhaps that was why he chose to come here rather selectively. His own home, while lavish in its own sense, could be considered almost Spartan by comparison, his tastes more subdued in nature. A slight smirk crossed his face at the thoughts he was entertaining as he lifted a small wine glass to his lips, sipping the warm blood, allowing the varying tastes to roll across his tongue, attempting to guess what the specimen had been fed before being drained. <br><br>A slight ticking brought his gaze to grandfather clock that looked to be half as old as he was. He had come to discuss the possibility of expanding his ‘pharmaceutical’ business over seas but apparently his business ventures were not something that the Roses found themselves all that concerned with as he was still sitting here in waiting. This had to be his third attempt at getting their input and he was about ready to just got ahead and do it anyway and deal with the consequences when they came. Shaking his head slightly, he shifted a little in his seat and took another sip from his glass, deciding he would give it another hour. It wasn’t like he was wasting time off his lifespan.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Artema</strong> on <strong>06-12-2014, 03:42:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://glim.ru/personal/RP/13_Roses/ilza_face.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ilza Flynn<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Main Sitting Area<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcus<br><strong>Doing: </strong> Hailing<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>She wasn’t used to these talks. After all, compared to other vampires she felt young. And High Society was seldom a place of operations for her.<br><br><em>Maybe if I had something to do…</em> she thought.<br><br>Checking her nerve, she raised and stalked towards the company. The mighty vampires discussed a scandalous new heir of some fiefdom. Seeing their regal figures she imagined every one of them having a small empire of his own.<br><br>Walking around she judged their reactions. Careless dismissal. Offended stare-down. Bored annoyance. Polite disregard. Appreciative oogling. Paranoid distrust.<br><br>She knew not where it was a pocker face, a mask grown into, a habit or something more immediate, but it was interesting still.<br><br>Maybe it was just how the furniture were arranged, or an absent expression on his face, something prompted her to sit close, invading his personal space some.<br><br><em>Might as well try till I scram</em>, she thought, making a show of stretching her thigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>06-12-2014, 08:49:29</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://wpc.556e.edgecastcdn.net/80556E/img.news.tops/NEnrIdq5xuaMqr_1_b.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Vlad Dracula<br><strong>Location:</strong> Cleaning up a mess &gt;Main Sitting Area<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Diego , Ilza, Marcus<br><hr><br>The Prince of Darkness. That had been a title, a moniker of his for quite some time. And while that random though pierced his thoughts just then he didn't know, but it brought a slow smile to his face. He stood tall and proud upon the edge of a rooftop, looking out over the city. He watched the people below going about their business, completely unaware of the other side of things; creatures and terrors that went bump in the night. As he surveyed the masses, his phone vibrated in his pocket. He fished it out and swiped the screen.<br><br>&nbsp;"Yes?" A voice on the other end spoke into the receiver, informing him that Diego had found the killer they'd been tracking, and as they'd suspected, it was a newborn who didn't know the ways of their kind. No sire then. He requested a clean up of the scene, and when they told him the location he realized he was only a few blocks away. "I'm close by. I'll handle it. I'll inform Salazar when it's done." Hitting the end button, he stuck the phone back in his pocket and took a step off the building's edge.<br><br>&nbsp;A swarm of bats is what fell, and together they circled the building before flying off toward the remains of the childer's meal. The swarm became a man at the mouth of the alley, and Dracula slowly walked toward the dumpster. He could smell the blood a mile off. She'd spilled so much. "<em>Verrrrry</em> sloppy. I hope you know what you're doing, Diego." Stopping in front of the dumpster, he looked around and made sure he was alone before opening the lid and looking inside. " Poor bastard; luck just wasn't on your side looks like. Well, nothing that can be done about it now except to make you disappear." <br><br>Taking a few steps back, Dracula extended his influence into the night, and a sewer grate nearby began to rumble. Picking it up, a horde of rats poured out of the manhole and into alley. They swarmed into the dumpster and for the next several minutes there was only the muted sound of feeding time. When his pets were finished and full, he released them from their thrall and they all began heading back towards wherever it was they'd been before their master summoned them to do his bidding. <br><br>Looking into the dumpster, there wasn't much left to identify as a human, and a wave of his hand caused the sky to open. Rain poured down and began to wash away the last remains of evidence, as well as causing a nice breeze to sweep through the city. Turning from the scene, he pulled his phone out once again and rang the man responsible for the person responsible for this. <br><br>"Diego. It's me. I've taken care of your little problem." Not much time was taken for the task, and looking at his watch he figured he had some time to kill. Why not visit the Coven? He arrived sometime later, strolling up to the entrance and immediately being granted access. He found a servant carrying a tray full of wine glasses and a bottle of blood. He took the bottle for himself with a smile as well as a glass. He found a familiar face and took a seat close to his old friend, then began to pour himself a glass. <br><br>"Marcus. Still trying to get their blessing?" Leaning back into his comfortable chair, he took a sip...mmm, AB- was one of his favorite strains. "Well they say third times the charm. If they decide in your favor, I've got some contacts who can help things along if you'd like. Permits, land rights; you know how it goes." People like Marcus and Vlad, they were successful for a reason. And as they were brothers in the coven, he had no problem extending his resources if they were needed. Turning to the delightfully beautiful girl sitting near them, he smiled and shook the bottle a bit. "Care for a drink?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>07-12-2014, 07:28:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ibdiNPKmMP8/To0qv5h_5mI/AAAAAAAAxOw/Lsqa_Dds0hw/AndreTBREJC4LofIT.3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Valco <br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Main Sitting Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (What is in image)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ilza, Vlad, Open<br><strong>Doing: </strong> Relaxing<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>At this point being passed over for a meeting was a forgone conclusion to Marcus. Accepting such things, he had found his thoughts wandering inwards, exploring a mix of memories, wishing he had found a way over his multitude of years to organize his thoughts better. There were times when they seemed to be a chaotic mess, a mixture of new and old that made little to no sense. Other times he had trouble recalling things that should be easily within his grasp. At the moment he was pondering the state of an old house he had constructed along the banks of the Hudson. The beginnings of a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he reminisced on an old legend of the area, one pertaining to a horseman that has misplaced his head.<br><br>Movement near him drew him from his thoughts, trying to decide if it was something important or someone to bother him. Blinking slightly, he turned his attention to Ilza, finding it peculiar that she had selected a spot so very near to him. Marcus had always had a thing against contact, often going out of his way to avoid brushing against the others whenever there was a large gathering. He had thought his habits had become common knowledge but decided he would just have to go about it different in the future. Straightening himself in his seat, he made a point of creating a bit more space between them, taking a quiet moment to regard her, attempting to ascertain her intentions before either of them spoke. Before he could for a conclusion, another presence, one far more ancient, made itself known.<br><br>Spotting Vlad, he offered a cordial nod, “Good evening Vlad. It is not so much their blessing as their knowledge and acceptance of what I am attempting to achieve. While I do appreciate the offer, I already have the land zoned and permits cleared. They have been cleared for nearly three years. I have of course submitted over a dozen documents to the Roses, outlining my proposal and its general purpose. As none of them have ever been returned to me, I am quite certain that they have no issues. More this was my desire to do things the old way, getting a chance to discuss the true nature of the move…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Artema</strong> on <strong>07-12-2014, 07:34:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://glim.ru/personal/RP/13_Roses/ilza_face.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ilza Flynn<br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Main Sitting Area<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Marcus, Vlad Dracula<br><strong>Doing: </strong> Hailing<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Was it the famous Dracul? Wow. She didn’t see the movies, but from several conversations she picked he was for mortals of these lands the very epitome of vampire. There was so much she could ask him, but all of this would have to wait.<br><br>And they were friends. Was it true? Not many immortals could share that level of masculine ease with each other without it succumbing to millenia-honed differences. Hell, not many mortals could.<br><br>A picture of them making her double have nagged at the daydreaming part of the mind when she coiled to sip from his glass, her hair brushing the naked skin of his hand. “Do you always feed wemen?” she teased. Her eyes angled to give him a long, direct stare, both vulnerable and predatory at the same time. Just a taste of his.<br><br>“I might be willing to help” tilting back against the cushions she looked at Marcus. “If you can think of a way for me to help it. You know, bureaucracy so often needs a personal touch.<br><br>Or do you have other plans? I thought to visit a priest, myself” she smirked, referring to a lead in her hunt.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>14-12-2014, 19:53:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://33.media.tumblr.com/6eb4105d6184fe46ca7d00bffe9284a4/tumblr_nbyb9jqo2X1rp0vkjo1_500.gif)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Vlad Dracula<br><strong>Location:</strong> Main Sitting Area <br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Ilza, Marcus<br><hr><br>He felt for Marcus, he truly did. He knew firsthand how hard it was to get the Roses to actually pass a ruling on something they themselves didn't begin. No matter how high ranked you were within the Coven, the Roses were so far above, your worth to them and how much they actually cared to perform their duties when it came to managing their people...well it varied to say the least. Despite having pretty much everything in order to begin, Marcus couldn't even get them to give him five minutes of their time. He'd been victim of such before as well so he could sympathize. "Of course, of course. It'd be nice if they cared to at least pay attention, but they are the Roses for a reason. One can only wait for them, or continue and deal with whatever comes later, if they even care enough to put any effort into it."<br><br>&nbsp;He nodded in understanding when Marcus explained that everything was in order, and the only holdup was waiting for the Roses themselves as he wanted to do things traditionally. A respectable and commendable decision; if a time consuming one. "Well I wish you luck in finishing things up. You might have a bit more of a wait though; I'm sure you knew that when you started, and it's not like time is something we don't have a lot of," he said with a smirk. Nodding his head at Ilza ever so slightly, he returned that gaze of hers, but his was that of a predator that knew what he wanted. "Not always. But when I do, it's always an <em>experience</em>."<br><br>&nbsp;The conversation carried on for a bit, and then a woman in a hood hurried into the room, bending down to whisper in his ear. "My lord, we've received a distress call from Salazar. We've traced his phone's location and sent it to yours." Just as she said that, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He looked up at her and nodded, then turned back to Marcus and Ilza. "I hate to be rude, but there's a matter that needs attending to. Our dear friend Diego seems to have gotten himself into a bit of a tight spot. I'm going to give him a hand. Either of you are welcome to come along for the <em>fun</em> if you wish."<br><br>&nbsp;Standing up, he kept the bottle in one hand and pulled out his phone with the other. A quick look at the screen told him the address of where the phone call came from; he could do the rest. He quickly made his way to the roof, and as soon as he was outside he took to the sky. He had no time to waste, not on something like this. <br><br>[Continued here (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=218562.0)&nbsp; ]
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Artema</strong> on <strong>15-12-2014, 01:03:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://glim.ru/personal/RP/13_Roses/ilza_mean.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Ilza Flynn<br><strong>Location:</strong> Leaving<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>At the sign of activity heads turned to the distraction. At least most of them.<br>That was as good a chance to leave the tedious meeting as could be. Ilza left while it hasn't turned into twelve questions. Following the vampire to the roof she thought he might have a bird there, but he surprised her. Flying out with the wine. <em>Serves me right, should have brought mine own bottle</em>, she thought, stepping from the roof. Not that she ever did it from such a height, but higher the fall, safer the cat. And she had to admit, his way of travel was a bit… inspirational.<br><br>Nobody saw her, so when a minute later she landed on the street, the gaping pedestrians haven’t thought more than a parkour trick of it.<br><br>Ouch. It hurt. But in a moment she was all right, proudly disappearing into the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheBlackThrone</strong> on <strong>19-12-2014, 04:21:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bGXDpzugnJo/ULW_gr13PJI/AAAAAAAAPw0/Iic0WmCoGzY/Pedro-2%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Diego Salazar. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10716760#msg10716760)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Coven - At the bar and then gone.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> A black, long-sleeved shirt and dark-blue denim jeans.<br><strong>Tags:</strong> Marcus, Open <em>Mentioned:</em> Katherine and Dracula<br><br><hr><hr><br><br>Salazar was sitting at the bar with a parchment, a well of blood, and a quill. Three empty mugs of O negative blood were to his right as he quickly scribbled down Katherine’s contract with a scowl. A dribble of blood was at the corner of his mouth having replenished his thirst in near haste. That was what he got for trying to save a young and hard-headed vampire with premature bloodlust. It almost seemed like she tried to drag anyone who was around her into an outrageous thirst.<br><br>“<em>¿Piensan que soy una niñera? Ese vampiro es un dolor en el culo. Debería haber la mató accidentalmente con mi cuchillo,</em>” Salazar irritably muttered to himself in Spanish.<br><br>He had to hurry. He wanted to finish the contract before they returned. Dipping the quill again, he drew some elaborate swirls where the fledgling was to sign in her own blood and quickly stood from his stool. He was going to leave the parchment there to dry. He assumed that Dracula knew how to do the rest. It wasn’t like it had been their first time binding one to the Rose.<br><br>Facing the room, he glanced to Marcus if he was still around and apologized, “I am sorry, my friend, that I could not stick around. I must leave. There are some things that I must research.”<br><br>The White Wolf had interested him. He didn’t think that he would ever show himself so openly, and at the same time, he found it confusing. Why had he wanted them to find him? What had he wanted with Katherine? He was going to have to find his answers in the dirtiest crevices of the city.<br><br>With a gust of wind, the vampire vanished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>24-12-2014, 19:39:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.squarespace.com/static/51b3dc8ee4b051b96ceb10de/51ce6099e4b0d911b4489b79/539ef444e4b063c459107132/1402935699221/poster-fo-luke-evans-dracula-untold-preview.jpg?format=1000w)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Vlad Dracula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10743068#msg10743068)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Coven<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Katherine<br><hr><br>After a bit of driving, the truck pulled into an underground parking lot. The driver remained there and Dracula directed Katherine to follow him. "Come, young one. It's not long now." A few winding hallways, some large doors, and finally they had arrived. They stopped in front of a final set of doors, carved with millenia of vampiric triumph, and the doorman bowed. "Good evening and welcome...to the Coven of the 13 Roses." <br><br>He opened the door for them and both entered, with Dracula making sure Katherine was close behind him. He directed her through the large room and around the sea of faces before stopping in front of a piece of parchment. "This is the contract that will bind you to the 13 Roses. And from there your training can begin properly. We can also start to find out just why those wolves wanted you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>24-12-2014, 20:44:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/d5d94fbd3fa57d60e73553cd97c3637d/tumblr_ngdtl63oYV1u5ziobo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Coven.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Denim shorts (https://31.media.tumblr.com/2a608e991e2425829962ffcbf2d4717b/tumblr_ngsj0d59VX1tkp8ozo1_500.jpg), A two-toned blue/white long sleeved jumper (https://38.media.tumblr.com/8580b231bec4133e9a960a9a1f13c7d5/tumblr_ngou6kPnCt1sfku6po1_500.jpg) and a pair of white converse. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/99f11e12eca629896d1ccbdf45e05b9f/tumblr_nguertcYoU1rhrh3vo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vlad Dracula, Open.<br><br><hr><hr><br>The car ride over to the Coven building was quiet; Katherine didn't speak for fear of saying something stupid in front of <em>the</em> Dracula. Instead, the young vampire simply sat there, fiddling uncomfortably with the distressed hem of her denim shorts. Katherine did not know what to expect once arriving to this 'Coven' that had been spoken of by both the Vampire's she'd met, though nothing really detailed the building or the group of people that inhabited said building. She semi expected it to be a dark, dank cellar where a group of people met once a month to discuss the horribleness of being vampires. Would there be a group of people who didn't feed on humans there? Like what she seen in all those popular teen vampire movies? The thought actually made her smile; maybe there was an alternative to drinking human blood? At the very least, she wanted to learn how to control herself. She didn't want to kill anyone innocent anymore.<br><br>Once the vehicle door was opened for them, Katherine climbed out, taking her suitcase with her once the driver kindly retrieved it from the trunk. She wheeled it along as she followed Vlad, a little nervous about entering the building that wasn't at all like she was expecting. Would they even let her out once she'd entered? Would the deem her too much of a threat and never let her out again? Doubts began to creep into her mind and she thought about turning back more than once, though she didn't think the man who was leading her would have allowed her to simply walk away. <br><br>Katherine didn't speak when the doors were opened for them, despite naturally wanting to thank the doorman. She peered around the taller man to glance inside, her hand gripping the suitcases handle with new resolve; she wouldn't turn around. She wanted to learn and she wanted to be able to continue living, vampire or not. This was the hand she was dealt and she was going to put on her best poker face throughout this experience. As they passed a few people, the young vampire would give a polite greeting before turning her attention back to her thoughts.<br><br>The brunette stumbled to a stop, so lost in trying to instil confidence into herself that she almost walked straight into the vampire who'd been leading her. She glanced up to Vlad before turning her gaze onto the piece or paper that laid on the surface in front of them. She frowned a little as he spoke, bright orbs still directed at the contract. When he finished explaining, Katherine spoke up.<br><br>"What does that mean, exactly?" It wasn't that she was hesitant to learn or didn't want to know why the werewolves had targeted her, but she was a bit wary of signing a contract. She was painfully slow deciding what phone company to go with so signing something like this that involved her life? She needed to know some details.
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ArtemisHighmore</strong> on <strong>27-12-2014, 10:26:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ibdiNPKmMP8/To0qv5h_5mI/AAAAAAAAxOw/Lsqa_Dds0hw/AndreTBREJC4LofIT.3_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Marcus Valco <br><strong>Location:</strong>&nbsp; Main Sitting Area<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (What is in image)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Open<br><strong>Doing: </strong> Relaxing/Thinking<br>&nbsp;<hr><br>Marcus had been day dreaming, the glass of blood resting casually in his left hand, his eyes holding a slightly glazed look. With the parting of his company he had at first contented himself with the glass, currently upon his third helping which was rare for him. The taste had stirred memories that he hadn’t been aware would be stirred and it hadn’t taken long for him to find himself wandering down memory lane, recalling them so clearly that it sometimes felt like he should be able to touch and manipulate them with ease. <br><br>His brown furrowed slightly when he caught a scent that was both familiar and strange, his thoughts taking a curious shift was they tried to add the outside influence. Blinking several times, he pulled himself to the present, his gaze shifting about the room, attempting to locate the curious scent. When it didn’t present itself, he furrowed his brow a bit more, straightening in his seat as he attempted to recall why the scent was so familiar to him. Inhaling slowly, he pondered, searching memories both recent and ancient until it dawn upon him suddenly. A fledgling was the connection. It had been far too long since he had encountered a freshly made vampire. It struck him as odd that he hadn’t been made aware of such creations, especially since the Coven seemed to be so keen on being very discreet in such matters.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Juggtacular</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 08:57:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://static.squarespace.com/static/51b3dc8ee4b051b96ceb10de/51ce6099e4b0d911b4489b79/539ef444e4b063c459107132/1402935699221/poster-fo-luke-evans-dracula-untold-preview.jpg?format=1000w)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Vlad Dracula (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10743068#msg10743068)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Coven<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Katherine<br><hr><br>Katherine said nothing during the drive, and aside from a bit of small talk with his driver Elsa, he didn't either. He could smell the fear and apprehension on the girl, and it was comforting to know that his name still had the same impact it did so many centuries ago. Her nervousness amplified when they arrived, as this was probably more than a fledgling with no sire had ever expected to see. Also she hadn't known she was a vampire for long at all. This was understandably a lot to take in.<br><br>&nbsp;She asked exactly what he meant, and locking eyes with her, he told her. "This is a contract binding you to the service of the Coven of the Thirteen Roses. Thirteen incredibly old and incredibly powerful vampires who created this organization...this <em>family</em>. The process is rather simple. Cut your hand and sign your name in blood. Once done you will officially be one of us and your new life can begin. Everything you need will be provided, and everything you want can be earned if you want it bad enough. Is there anything else you'd like to know?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: 13 Roses: The Coven Proper</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>xPeachyPuff</strong> on <strong>12-01-2015, 16:06:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://38.media.tumblr.com/d5d94fbd3fa57d60e73553cd97c3637d/tumblr_ngdtl63oYV1u5ziobo1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Katherine Rose Holden. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=217668.msg10744707#msg10744707)<br><strong>Location:</strong> The Coven.<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Denim shorts (https://31.media.tumblr.com/2a608e991e2425829962ffcbf2d4717b/tumblr_ngsj0d59VX1tkp8ozo1_500.jpg), A two-toned blue/white long sleeved jumper (https://38.media.tumblr.com/8580b231bec4133e9a960a9a1f13c7d5/tumblr_ngou6kPnCt1sfku6po1_500.jpg) and a pair of white converse. (https://38.media.tumblr.com/99f11e12eca629896d1ccbdf45e05b9f/tumblr_nguertcYoU1rhrh3vo1_500.jpg)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Vlad Dracula, Open.<br><br><hr><hr><br>Katherine listened as Dracula explained what signing with the Coven of Thirteen Roses actually meant. It wasn't like she could just leave now though, if she refused. She glanced around the building as he continued, a bit distracted with the idea that other Vampires may or may not be lurking around every corner of this building, ready to take her out if she didn't sign the contract. Or maybe she was just dramatizing it? As the older Vampire came to an end, Katherine turned back to look at him, making eye contact once again. <br><br>"No...No I guess that's it. This is just....a lot, y'know?" Letting out a sigh, Katherine raised a hand to run her fingertips through her head, from her forehead to crown, pulling the chestnut locks from her face. <br><br>As she lowered her hand back to her side, her gaze drifted past the taller male to the contract awaiting her on the bar surface. She released her suitcase, leaving it sat there as she approached the scroll. She unfolded it, reading it through silently before noting the clean fountain pen waiting beside the paper. Then, her eyes found a small, sharp dagger like object; she'd have called it a knife but it looked a bit too fancy for that definition. This was really happening. Taking a quick glance back over her shoulder at Dracula, maybe for some kind of reassurance, Katherine picked up the dagger and held the blade to the palm of her hand. The idea of inflicting injury on herself by choice was her feel slightly sick, despite the fact that she knew she'd probably heal just as quickly after and<em> yay</em>, no scars. Pressing the tip of the blade into the flesh of her hand, the young vampire gritted her teeth, pressing her lips into a hard line as she dragged it across her light skin. As blood spilled into her palm from the laceration, she averted her eyes quickly, her lips parting to allow her fangs to poke through. She really didn't have any self control. Quickly lowering the weapon to the surface, she grabbed the fountain pen shakily and dipped the nib into the blood that pool on her hand. She then proceeded to sign her name on the dotted line at the bottom of the contract. <br><br>The cut on her palm had began to heal and she clenched her hand together into a fist, holding it at her side as she turned away from the contract. The realization that she had just signed her life away to some organization that she didn't know anything about hit her then and her eyebrows furrowed together as she headed for her suitcase. A woman dressed in black approached her then, a cloth in hand as she greeted her. Once Katherine took the material and began using it to soak up the blood on her hand, the woman moved to greet Dracula with a bow before collecting up the contract and turning back to the young vampire who currently had her back to her.<br><br><em>"Please, make yourself at home. It will be dawn soon and you need your rest."</em> Then, the woman vanished back into the shadows with the young girls new life between her hands.<br><br>Katherine turned, only to see the woman had gone, so instead, she relayed the message to Dracula. "I actually have somewhere to stay...I think. So, I'll be going now. Thank you for all of your help." She gave him a nod as she deposited the bloody cloth in her shorts back pocket before collecting up her suitcase and heading for the door. She wouldn't do anything stupid, she'd just go where she needed to go and stay there until the sun went down to allow for the following night.
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