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"Really, Aunt Millicent, if you please, I have had enough discussion on this matter." The young woman gave a sigh of disgust. "And I'm far too old for you to simply brush me aside to wither away and rot in boredom and dust in the study.  Really, I think I've read nearly every book by now..." She stared idly at her manicured nails and sighed.

"Well, there wouldn't be any dust in it if you wouldn't keep scaring the maids away," her aunt said in retort.

Victoria lifted her eyes.

"Really? And I wouldn't have to become so rude, except you leave me to itch in the confines of this house and dress."

Her aunt shot her a look.

"Mind your tongue, Victoria. You are a lady." She took to her tea with an angered sip. "You need to tone down your arrogance you know.  You are becoming almost too old to marry without question. It's salacious at best. And honestly.."

"Honestly, what?" Victoria barked, though barked in most politeness as she set down her tea. "Can a woman not make herself useful? There aren't many of our kind to begin with and-"

"And I've heard enough of those remarks, Victoria," her aunt told her harshly.

Victoria lowered her gaze.
"But if you'd just understand,"s he began, staring at her tea. "I just wish to be useful."

Aunt Millicent sighed.

"In due time, in due time."

"I believe I've followed you enough on your own errands to know what is expected of me."

"That's not the point." her aunt replied, taking another irritated sip of her tea.

"Than what is expected of me?" Victoria said, slamming hand down towards her table. "I am going to be twenty five this year. Twenty five, dear aunt, that's an age far younger than when you were allowed in the field and you are not wed.."

"I chose the life of a celibate," her aunt retorted, giving the tea another angered sip.
"Perhaps only in fear of having a daughter such as you.." she shook her head.  "But never you mind, Victoria. It's time to go."

"The meeting.."

"Yes," her aunt reminded. "They have an idle claim, one I've ignored for a time, but I hardly see it as proper justifications to waste my times, chasing off some werewolf from a set patch of ruins."

"Werewolf?" Victoria's interests perked up.

"Yes, a were wolf." her aunt gave a sigh, setting down her cup of tea. "I know that look, young lady, and dont' you get any ideas."

Victoria's lips sagged as she leaned her head back in a sigh.

"You know me too well, Aunt."

"Indeed."


Once tea was had, the two women left the house in carriage, the horses pulling them towards the normal meeting location of choice- a stone building, though not immensely grand, it had a bit of a humbled charm to it where a few, selected super natural beings met with the Negotiator's from time to time- the Negatiator's being the only beings that seemed to keep the peace between those with cursed abilities, and those without.  In more recent years, things had evolved into a more civil request when plans were drawn out; but history had once dictated Victoria's kind as super-natural killers.  After all, how much easier was it to kill a vampire once your enchantments turned him into a mere mortal man?


But the meeting went on...
and on and on...
boring as usual as Victoria gave a tired sigh...

That was.. until the conversation turned towards the werewolf.

"Werewolf?"

"Yes, it seems he's claimed himself a small patch of land-"
But her Aunt interrupted.

"Please, if I might interject, and do not find me rude, but this seems something hardly to trifle with when our numbers are so few.."
but then the men at the meeting turned their heads towards Victoria. And she found herself open to blink.

"What about your niece?"

"What about my niece," her aunt asked defensively.

"Is she not, well, beyond her own age to start dabbling into some of these, er, negotiations?"

Her aunt went stiff, especially when she heard her niece rise out from her chair.

"Why!" Victoria began with such a cry of admiration. "I am tickled the conversation has finally led my way. My aunt, though I love her dearly, has made it quite clear she fears for my safety, and also may fear my inadequacies-"

"Victoria, please," her aunt tried to interject, but Victoria threw up her hand.

"Let me, speak, please, for you've humbled me well over the years.  At least let me solicit my case."  she sighed at her aunt's glare, but continued. "You see, I've studied well under my aunt's these past several years of my life, for well, most of my life, and even with the parents before then, although it brief, and it pains me to remain locked away, unable to lift a finger to help."

"Well, young lady, your aunt does bring up a pressing case in the matter."

"And what is that case?" VIctoria asked the old man.

"That your kind is few and far between. She is merely looking out for your well being.."

"And yet, she feels this matter you discuss is less trifling."

"Well, yes but-"

"Well, yes, but what?" Victoria stopped him, looking from one man to another.  "Don't you all see this as the golden opportunity that I do? That it can allow me to stretch my wings, and I dare say, in an albeit, more calm and safe environment, while my aunt can attend to other business as well. I find my suggestion most efficient, do you not? And also, most useful of my time."
She sat back down, muttering. "Really.. I've had much too many books to read.."



The group all looked to one another, grumbling and discussing the course of measure-
and it was only then that her Aunt suddenly gave to rise.

"This is enough!"
the room went silent. They all stared at Millicent, curiously.

"We need not discuss my niece as some piece of meat,"s he rolled her hand in a huff. "Perhaps I can allow her, just this one time, to prove her merit."

Victoria's eyes sparkled at the idea as she rose- but her aunt thrust a hand towards her and gave her a stern gaze.

"But do not consider this without consequence, my dear, Victoria. This is only a small mission and I do not think it wise if you go it alone."

"But is that not the purpose-"

"Silence, Victoria, Silence." her aunt commanded. "I still have the floor." she added in a bit of a huff. Victoria frowned. "Now, at this time, we will disband and return home, and consider your escort but in the mean time.."s he flashed the other men in the hall a trying glare.  "We shall discuss this at another time."

"As you wish, my lady. The meeting is adjourned."


As the two stepped outside, Victoria couldn't help but grow quiet, then caught her aunt by the wrist before the two proceeded into their carriage.
"Thank you, Milli.."
Her aunt turned towards her, almost a mocking sneer, but it was just the way she looked- just arrogant in the eyes and nose. As did Vicky.

"For at least giving me a chance." Victoria said with a smile.

Her aunt, tsked once, and then they were off- heading back towards their home.....



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Sorry it took so long to type something up >.>
but there you go!

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[I think you were pretty okay with this one xD]

"And you're certain that's what they intend," Urich said contemplatively, his brow delicately furrowed as he leaned on his elbow, palm tucked underneath his chin. 

"Yes, sir Oorick, that's what it says," said a skull that resided on the table.  The voice that sprang from it was otherworldly, the ghost of a former guardsman of Sul'Gulthan, , his face ethereal over the mass of bone.

"Urich," he corrected, glaring at the skull.

The ghost's face was confused.  "Oooooooo...Rick?"

"Urich!" 

"O-Rish!"

"Yer," he said, losing his patience.  "Rick.  Now put it together.  Urich!"

"Orick," the ghostly skull said proudly.

"Oh forget it!  Why do I bother!?  I mean you pick up a ghostly soldier's lost head and you make him your secretary and he can't even pronounce your name right!" Urich exclaimed sitting up from the large, ornate chair he'd made his thrown here in his stronghold.  He strode across the great hall, hands behind his back, thinking on the letter that found its way mysteriously through the front gate, pinned to the great doors with an arrow through it.  The gall of the stranger to come near these ruins!  But the letter had been retrieved and had the seal of an Order he did not recognize.

The letter was far too infuriating to finish reading on his own, so that was why he currently had Robern, as he called the skull, take a look at it.  Thankfully the soldier was educated enough to have learned, or this would have been a very, very long night.

"To the dweller of this sacred place,
     You desecrate these lands with your foul and odious presence.  Your evil has not gone unaccounted for.  You lure travelers and kill them with ghastly intent.  You will be made responsible for your actions, purged and destroyed if you do not agree to our following terms.  Vacate the premises immediately, repent, and do not bring anymore evil into these lands.  If you do not do so within three days' time, we will be forced to take immediate, and most drastic, action against you.

     We send this letter in warning.  Do not take it lightly.  Understand that if you do comply and leave the ruins of a once sacred fortress, no harm will come to you, you will not be hounded or hunted, and are free to find a home elsewhere, more suitable to your kind.  The stronghold will be cleansed of any traces of your presence and all lost souls within will be exorcised to be passed to the other side, include those you have slain.

     This is your only warning.  We remind you, if we receive no answer in three days, we will deal with you accordingly."


"Oh how dare they send such a letter!" Urich howled.  "They think they can just kick me off my land, my home!  Nobody seemed to care about it before I got here.  It was desolate and broken, smashed to bits with all you dead folks roaming the halls as if you were still alive!"  He was fuming and turned back to the ghostly head of Robern.  "Don't you understand what I mean?"

The ghost looked at him quizzically.  "I do not think so, sir Orick.  But what do you think you are going to do about it?"

"I'll tell you!  I'm going to give that 'negotiator' more than a piece of my mind.  I don't mean to be starting wars...but if they mean to sweep me off what I've claimed as my own, they've got another thing coming!  I am the master of this stronghold.  I'll see to it that I stay that way."

"But it's been three days already..."

"Then we better get ready," Urich said striding out of the hallway and calling behind him.  "Tell everyone to prepare for siege.  Our home is going to soon be under attack."

The ghost stared at the werewolf lord with confusion.  Another soul drifted by, looking at Robbern, her head half on her shoulders.  "He knows we're dead right?"

"Keep your voice down.  He's going on a hunt I think.  He needs all the concentration he can get."

Yup, just another night at Sul'Gulthan. 




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Victoria puckered her lips as she looked into the mirror, then went about painting her lashes. Though her hair was already dark, she was still conscious of her presence.  After all, if she did not doll up her face, she feared she looked rather plan, and what was a proper woman to do when she traveled on an adventure? Look plain?
She thought not and stared at her face with a frown. She was only slightly prettier than before. Then went about fussing over her hair, unrolling the hot iron as she finished her curls, which she began to studiously perch upon her head.


"Do not forget your riding hat," her Aunt informed her as Victoria was making her way out the door.

"Aunt Milli, please," Victoria griped. "Such a hideous hat.."
Her aunt glared at her and Victoria reprieved.
"Oh alright.." she took the hat and began to fasten it to her head. "But if some hunter mistakes my head for a pheasant and I die under those causes, I'll be sure to come back as a ghost to haunt you!"

"Ghastly girl!" her Aunt waled, waving a strict finger at her. Victtoria merely turned around to give her haughty Aunt a wink.
"No, ghastly hat," she said, tipping it to her and disappeared into her carriage.
Really.. it wans't like she had much of an audience to impress, but she did have her first audience, and an audience all on her own.
Sighing, she pressed her head against the side of the cart as the thing lurched forward, and thus began her long journey to the grounds.


"So what what more can you tell me about these ruins, Frederick?" she poked her head forward, after rapping to get the coachman's attention.
Frederick turned around, smiling at her with his rotting face.  Really, did he have to make his smiles so repulsive? However, Frederick was a kindly, self possessed zombie, and he had been working with their family for years.  She supposed she could forgive him this time.

"Miss Armani," he began, and the stench of his breath waved over her and she nearly wretch. Bopping him on the head with her cane, he turned away, apologizing, "Oh! Sorry, Miss Armani." she said, clearing his throat. "But the most I can tell you are things that you already know."

"Great," Victoria commented dryly as she wilted back into her seat. "Just carry on then, Frederick," she said, pulling the curtain aside.


It was too long of a journey for Victoria's tastes, and was quickly putting her in a foul mood. Where she had once been excited, then nervous and sweaty over the ordeal, she know found herself itching in the back seat and fuming mad. Rapping at the door, she commanded, "Frederick, please stop!"
The cart lurched forward, sending Victoria off of her seat.
"Yes, Miss Armani?" came his voice. Victoria grumbled. "Do you wish to walk from here?"

"Walk?" she grabbed onto her hat nad pushed herself to her feet.

"Yes, we are almost at the site.."

Thrusting open the curtains, she gasped as she noticed the ruins looming over on a distant hill.  It was growing later int he day, and she was hoping to be off and done with this ordeal by supper time. But she was just crawling to get out of that cart.

"Yes, I can walk from here." she stated, helping herself out of the cart before Fredericks' cold dead hands tried to offer her their help (after all, last time she had accidently pulled his hole arm mess and it was quite the ordeal- and she had to wake up to retching over smelling salts!)
Yes... she'd rather forget that one.
Stepping outside, she fetched up her parchments in their leather binding, her parasol, that she hung across the crook of her arm then proceeded to fix her hat, pushing up the feather that had since wilted during her ordeal inside the carriage.

Then sighing, she gathered up her dark skirts and began making her way up the rocky hillside as she peered over at the greying skies.  She sighed and propped down he parasol, but then hesitated, and thought better of it, and tossed it against her shoulder as she looked around. It was best to keep it closed for now.

Spotting a trail, she strolled over towards it and began walking up the great length of the hill and towards the great crumbling wall before her.  Frederick trailed behind, which caused Victoria to halt in her tracks as she whirled around.

"Are you following me, Frederick?" she asked, arching a sharp brow at him.
The zombie halted in his tracks.
"Yes, my lady. I have been ordered to do so."

Victoria released an irritated breath.

"Inconceivable!" she huffed, hefting onto her skirts as she stormed away with much ferocity in her step as she approached the wobbly black gates at the front of the old strong hold and shoved them clean open....
the massive black, wrought iron gates giving way to Miss Victoria Armani with a terrifying squeal that echoed across all of the hollowed lands...
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The crashing clang of rusted iron gates moving against stone in resistance to someone's entry told him the messenger had at last arrived.  Whoever this person was, the ruin would seem empty, but they would not feel alone.  There were eyes everywhere, in the shadows, in the lights.  Dimly lit torches would guide their way to the great hall and they would behold before them the glorious excess of the Master of the Sul'Gulthan.

Urich, waited for the negotiator, bitter, frowning, but not without his fine wine beside him in a bronze goblet rimmed with jewels, just one of the many treasures he'd come to find in this place.  It had not looked like much from the outside, but Urich had not been raised poor and neither had he been born rich.  He was taught to make the most of what he had and even if he bore the beastblood, was that a legitimate reason for him to live in squalor?  Not as far as he was concerned.

The skull of Robern sat beside him on the armrest of his throne and it in its eyes were lit tiny gold flames, to inspect, to detect...to keep its mouth shut.  He heard footsteps echoing closer and closer to the great hall door.  He turned to the skull, "Here they come."

"I thought you were going to scramble everyone to 'give them hell.'"

"Silence, you miserable talking head.  This is a much better plan.  Ghosts and demons can only do so much.  But once they're in my reach,...  Well, I wanna look in their eyes as the life of them slips away."

".....The other plan seems much better."

"I said silence!"

There was a loud knocking on the door, which stood as strong as the will of its Master.  Urich sat back, taking a sip of his wine before his voice boomed loud and commandingly.   "Enter."




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The walks was long and arduous, and Victoria was regretting, step by step, in having to walk through the rough terrain. She could already feel her boots giving her blisters, no doubt- something that only fueled the fire in her blood.

"Really, you'd think this werewolf would just live in the wilds for all he seems to care for his keep.."s he grumbled, eyeing up the place as she adjusted her hat, giving a noise when a pair of bats flew out from a recess of trees.  Hand to her chest, she sighed, wilted almost and fixed the damn feather on her hat that she knew was no longer erect.
"Really..."s he huffed again. "He must be a wild man, indeed!"
Staring up the ominous building, with hit's dreadful looking gargoyles at the front she made quite the soured face of it.

"Such hideous tastes,"s he commented, brushing off the invisibly dirt she might have collected off her sleeve.  Erecting her posture, she hung her parasol, that she had, during her wanderings, used as a walking stick, and now proceeded to grasp the rusted, iron knocker as she hefted it against the mighty door.
She heard the noise echo from within, and leaned towards, wondering if the damn werewolf would even be inside to answer it.

That's when his voice rang out and she gave a jump.
Holding onto her hat, and righting it (as it began to tilt off her head), she gave an indignant huff.
"Well, I never.." she grumbled, then smoothed back her hair and proceeded to push the door open...



.........


... only the damn thing would not budge.
Grunting, she tried it again, pushing herself against it with another huff.
"Really, now, if you would want me to enter, perhaps you shouldn't have made your door out of lead!" She grabbed onto the knocker again, beating on it. "Perhaps you should open up for me, Mr. Renqvist! Lest I.." but the more she tried, the angrier she got, and it was finally the helping hand of Frederick that tipped the scales....
"Allow me, Miss Armania..."
and suddenly the doors came open- and Victoria, crying out in alarm as she spilled over while the mighty doors lurched open, groaning into a wide open swing.


Now in a mess upon the floor, Victoria gave a start, pushing herself huffing to her feet before squaring her shoulders and throwing her face high up into the air and demanding, "Who is the man of this keep!?"
and her eyes were burning with her terrifying temper as she clutched her parasol in white knuckled hands, though they were hidden beneath soft, white gloves, in lovely contrast to her broad, deep blue dress.

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Lion

Urich sat there, unimpressed as the woman made a spectacle of herself.  But shock did ring through him. The person who was coming here to remove him from his home was a WOMAN?  His face hid the shock well but he glanced over to Robern and the skull too dropped its jaw at the fireball in the blue dress but said nothing as Urich scowled at him.  She was followed by something slinking and slow behind her, a corpse dressed like a valet.  Well, well, she had fine taste in escorts.

Urich stared at her nonchalantly, grinning a little and taking another sip of his wine.  "Oh, I'm sorry you came all this way, Miss," he said, looking her over and satisfied with what he saw.  "You see, the master has left!  You just missed him on your way out.  Why didn't you see the horse tracks that had bolted out from the stables on the side?  Oh her was just here a minute ago."

Urich looked around him and shook his head at her.  "Oh, no, no, no, no.  I know what this looks like, but i assure you I was only keeping it warm for him.  I'm the official Throne-warmer.  That is my title.  He gets quite upset to be sitting on a cold throne, so in the meantime he has me take his seat.  But that is all.

"I assure you the man of the keep will be back very soon.  Would you like to have a seat at the table and wait for him?  I'll be glad to serve you.  Anything you'd like, anything at all.  Cheese?  Wine?  Pork?"




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As the man looked back at her, she planted her hands on her hips and looked tartly back at him, her gaze narrowing as she was, most thusly unamused. And then he proceeded to tell her the Master was not in?!

"That is outrageous!"s he decreed, snapping her parasol into her palm.  "And what sort of pompous title is that? Throne warmer, really?" she fanned off her face, unamused after having waved the silver tip of her parasol dangerously in his face.
"Now, I'm not leaving until I speak with him. And I believe I smell a rat. You do realize this is most serious and formal business."
She then paused, fuming a bit as she tapped her foot impatiently.
"Your master is a werewolf? How come I can smell one?" she asked, snapping her head towards him.  It did, obviously, pay to have that fair amount of werewolf genes and it was then she realized, giving a start.
"YOU!" she pointed her parasol at him again, the silver tip seeming to flash beneath the dim chandeliers. "You sir.." she moved forward, giving him a sharp poke of her finger. "You're a werewolf!" She chewed over the thought. "Something fishy is going on here and I want an explanation. Do you even know how I am?" she shouted, voice echoing with her arrogance about the room.
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Lion

"Ahem, I think you're in quite a mood," Urich said coolly.  He raised a flexible leg and shoved the point of her parasol gently away with the bottom of his boot.  He grinned at her and shrugged, taking another sip of his wine and crossing his legs as he leaned back on the throne.

"My strange and...overdressed visitor, the only reason you smell werewolf is because it is the shedding season.  Like normal dogs the master's hair falls out accordingly and new hair grows in.  He brushes quite frequently, tries to keep his coat as pristine as possible."  Another smile and a hand reached down and plucked a dark hair from the floor.  "See?  Unless...perhaps this is yours, dearie?

"You do seem...kind of old.  Are you sure your hair isn't the one falling out?"




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It didn't take Victoria all of two seconds to clobber him over the head with her parasol.
"How dare you so boldly offend a lady!" she scolded, her face burning in rage.  "The letter was sent three days ago! Three days!"
Turning back to Frederick, she gave a fierce snap of her fingers.
"Frederick, do come here!"
The zombie-man blinked, bowing. "Yes, my lady."
"And do bring my bag with you,"s he huffed, smoothing back her hair as her fingers itched over the idea... Ha! She was hardly old! Ha! Hair falling out. She glowered over in the thrown and stomped her foot.

"Now, now," She waved her parasol dangerously. "I do not care for you, or your title. Or this place..." She grimaced at how shabby, but somehow, respectable, the place had been made into. "How long must I wait for him to return? Clearly he can't be so ignorant as to ignore the letter sent. It was official!" Hands to her hips, she hefted her hand onto her hips and gave a haughty sigh. "Have you any idea who I am? Or what I am?" she fluffed back her hair angrily. "I am a Negotiator here on official business, so if you please, just direct me to that rapscallion and I can be done here. He has only a week before charges are pressed against him. He should consider himself lucky I even decided to come at all to speak." She sighed, staring at him, testy. "You. Tell me where he went so I can fetch him from the woods. I don't have time to sit and wait."
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Lion

Urich was seeing stars from the blow and he was fuming, but he quickly recovered from the threat of tearing her throat out in one feel swoop.  He almost wanted to laugh at the lady reference but disguised the outburst as a cough.  He kept his place on the throne and nodded and waved a hand as if bouncing to the words she spoke in musical fashion and nodding some more, taking another sip of wine.

"Yes, well. You could be waiting years.  He's gone south for the winter.  Werewolves can be kind of ducks in that matter.  In fact that is one of his favorite meals.  Why don't you try the mountains to the south.  I hear the Serendipity Riverlands are gorgeous this time of year."  He chuckled at her and sneered.

After another long drink of the wine he got up from the throne, standing tall and fixing the collar of his coat, dusting off a shoulder and heading to the long table at the center.  He pulled up the nickel jug of wine and poured himself another cup, sweet red liquor pouring into it with expert grace.

He turned to look at her with a raised brow.  "You amuse me with your impotent scowls and haughty gazes," he said.  "You say it was an official document."  He laughed aloud then.  "But look where you are, lady!  In the middle of godforsaken nowhere.  Did you clearly expect a more elaborate welcome?  Why don't you tell me more about this 'negotiator' thing?  Just what have you planned on negotiating?"  He sat on the, leaning on a leg and looking at her with a wolfish curiosity.




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Victoria glared at the man. What a horrid being he was! She was already quickly loathing him for his ignorance, arrogance and inability to make this task any easier.
She sighed hotly, hands to her hips.

"Either way, YOU still need to vacate the premises," she informed him, a finger jabbing the air.  "I have strict orders to keep the peace. That's what we negotiators, do." She said, sighing again with much distaste as she worked at fluffing her hair. "Naturally, you have to oblige my claims, or face the wrath of the counsel itself." Turning away, she snapped towards Frederick.

"The documents, Frederick."

Groaning, in a most grotesque way, he stumbled towards her with a slight limp and opened the bag, producing the parchment and handing it to her.

"Here you go, Miss Armani."

"Good," she said, yanking the thing from him and thrusting a pin from her hat, then moved over towards the large wooden door and sunk the peace of paper into it, securing it with the hat pin.
"There," she smoothed her hands down on the documentation, the seal, ironically the color of blood, evident even from their distance. She placed her hands to her hips and turned towards him. "This is your final notification. Leave the premise or I will be forced to press the matter and see you all out personally. I'd rather not have any strained relations between the super-natural beings, such as that of your master, " Not her master, as he had none!  "And that of his.. "she looked around, blinking at the peculiar.. er.. things around the room. "That of his servants." She cleared her throat, throwing her chin up high and stared over at him, almost challengingly as she held a cool face.

"I would be much obliged if you all simply listened." She'd hate for things to get ugly, especially on her first, personal mission of all things!  But really, she was feeling rather doleful. Here she was, on her first assignment and it was meant to be an easy one, and the man merely fleed! She supposed that was the way of things. Perhaps the document simply scared him off.  "This is not an affair taken lightly.  Mortal lives were lost here, on territory not meant to be claimed by such, well, such beings and the order does so hate to get it's hands dirty, if you know what I mean, but if we have to, don't think we won't take actions against all of those who are under his heel! Less fuel for the fire, and less supports to the mast."

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Urich took a casual sip and rolled his eyes at her incessant speech.  His hand waived again like a concert conductor and crossed his legs on the table as he adjusted his seat.  "Maybe," he said, cracking the joints in his neck.  "You would feel a little better if you had sex.  Not that I'm offering, dear, that would be quite uncouth of me as you are a guest in this household and have been here only for five minutes."  He shrugged, took a drink, but took the time to look her over and raised a brow to show he was pleased with what he saw.

"Now, wait a minute before you, a complete stranger, comes here into the house of the Master, and dictates who comes and who goes.  That is not very ladylike of you, madame, to be making demands in a house that oh so obviously does not belong to you.  Not that you would have the taste to live here, I doubt.  I don't even know your name.  And perhaps we can talk this out like civilized people. One.  Step.  At.  A.  Time."  He smiled charmingly and took another drink.

"And I haven't been much of a host, myself," he admitted, slipping off the table.  He reached around a pulled out a chair, please sit.  Can I offer you something to eat?  A drink perhaps?  I might live in a ruin but I'm not an animal."

Well, not a whole animal.




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Victoria's face went bright red.

"Well, I never!" she exclaimed, appearing ready to beat him with her parasol again, but instead, she thrust it angrily into the ground before her. "Do not use that tone with me.  You, sir, have no business being here. It is the law of things. If super-natural beings wish to live in harmony with their mortal cousins, of which my establishment has been fighting fervently for so as to snuff out any reasons for genocide from either party, then your Master must hear me out, or be forced to vacate the premise by an equally larger force than even myself." She tapped her parasol's tip into the ground. "Now, I doubt either yourself or your Master would want that."
Then, tipping her hat, adjusting it about her dark hair she informed.
"And I am Miss Victoria Armani, lady of Negotiations for the Counsel of the Paranormals in this territory.  Your master, being a paranormal, is under my jurisdiction as this is my land I must oversee."
She sighed, tiredly, irritably as she pressed two fingers to her temple.

"Really, this was all in the letter," she grumbled.  Staring at him as he offered a drink, she merely offere a glare in return.
"Honestly, you could have had me fooled, you were no animal!"  THe scent of werewolf stilled burned. She eyed him suspiciously, pinching her nose. "Are you sure you are not the werewolf?" SHe wrinkled her nose. "I think this stench is far too fresh to blame on dander."
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"If I was a werewolf," he said, "don't you think with you so close and vulnerable before me, that I would have eaten you up the moment you were within biting distance, a delicious looking little morsel like yourself?"  He laughed again, but quickly cleared his expression.

"Fine, if it's business you want, it's business you'll get," Urich downed the rest of the wine from his goblet, feeling the buzz of the alcohol within.  "You see, my beautiful visitor, you say you are trying to keep the peace between converging worlds.  Those of the paranormal variety and those of the fleshy variety.  But what you really mean is that you're a bully working with a group of bullies who try to muscle in on land that clearly doesn't belong to them.  Now, this place...had long since been haunted and abandoned before my Master moved into this place, and time and again, it's been quite active in activity.  Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think ghosts and ghouls and demons count as creatures of the supernatural variety?  Is that right Robern?" Urich said, gesturing to the skull on the throne's armrest.

"Yes, that is correct," Robern said, the skull rattling its hollow bones in reply.

"My point exactly.  Well, why wait until now to move in on this place?  I've found bones of people that have died here not because of its history, but because of their foolish wanderings in places where they do not belong."  Urich stepped closer to her, towering her and stepping on her parasol, before leaning against the table, crossing his arms over his chest.

"The laws of your so-called counsel have no bearing here.  They did not fight for this land.  They did not furnish this place.  They do not guard it from people like you.  They do not serve anything more than a wretched filth to be scrapped off my boot.  Now if you're smart, you'll take your leave and you can shove that up your counsel's ass."




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Despite his words, and his failed attempts to woo her (if, that beastly man could really think to claim those as flirtations of the least!), she simply gazed at him throw unphased, half-lidded eyes and gave a snort, yanking her parasol out from beneath his boot.

"You sir, can growl and fuss all you want. It has already been decreed!" Sighing, she turned back to her escort. "Frederick, my bag."  Once the zombie lugged it over to her, and she, hvaing folded her arms in impatience as she tapped her boot upon the floor, went about rummaging through it and produced a small, black book.
"Here." she handed it over towards the man. "You might want to try reading this. It contains the laws and rules of the Counsels jurisdictions. Call it bullying all you want, but it has maintained the peace and has decreased the needless bloodshed and exorcisms."  Sighing, she looked around at the place and shivered, staring over at Robern.
"How charming," she commented, off the cuff and sighed.
"And you don't need to lecture me on where ghouls and ghosts stand." she tapped her parasol to the floor.
"So I take it your response is to ignore the documents then? If so, I suppose my time here is done, and the ghastly paper work, only beginning." she groaned. Of course her first official outting had to involve paperwork!  "I suppose I shall be seeing my self out."
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Lion

Urich wouldn't touch that revolting book she handed to him.  He just let it drop to the floor when she let it go.  Now he was getting angry.  He tried to reason with her, tried to treat her civilly but if she would not listen...there was no other option.

"You are not going anywhere," he growled at her and lunged a clawed hand to her throat and yanking her toward him, slamming her hard into the ground.  He crouched down and placed a knee hard in her gut.  "It's high time to be knocked off your high horse, good lady.  You really should have stayed outside the gate."

He dug the claws deeper into her neck and shot his free fist hard at her face.

Invisible hands lunged out and encircled around zombie that served as her valet, keeping him pinned to the wall and free of giving this intruder any aid.




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Well, this was certainly most unexpected!
The beastly man turned into a beast, lunging towards her and knocking her clean to the ground. She barely had time to make a cry of alarm as claws dug into her neck and a hand came towards her mouth.

"You ARE a werewolf!" She screamed, suddenly snatching onto his hand, barely cushioning the blow as his hand swung just a breath away from her face. "Ugh!"s he tried to push him back, kicking beneath him and looked desperately for her parasol, (which of course she had dropped when he first suddenly snatched onto her with his most, foul hands!)
"Get off of me, good sir! Before you regret this transgression!" THough he was strong, she, on the other hand, had not come completely ill-prepared as she fetched up for her wretched hat, yanking it from her head, dispelling the curls as they tumbled about her face and smashed the hideous monstrosity into his face- feathers and all.

The effects would work immediately, quelling all of his supernatural powers in the blow- as during the carriage ride to his 'manor', Victoria had enchanted the hat with her powers to negate his-
and never thought she'd live the day to see the hat being of any use as she watched his claws turn back into hands and any beastly snarl to his lips.. well, oh, goodness, perhaps that was just natural as she blinked back up at him, then narrowed her eyes.

"Please, do get off of me, sir,"s he said, hardly seeming amused. "Your werewolf powers are useless to you now. And I suggest you call your ghouls off of my valet before I exorcise them as well."


OOC: Note, the hat will only negate his powers if she's touching him with it XD
Hope this post is ok and makes sense <3

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Lion

Urich felt his supernatural strength leave him and was horrified by the effects of the contact, feeling drained but she hadn't calcuated for something else.  Urich refused to let her go, rage fueling every vessel and port of his body.  He leaned over her and dug his knee harder into her gut and moved his hands to her throat, squeezing hard and gritting hit teeth.

"I don't need my claws to choke the life out of you!" he seethed.  But a quick death would be too good for her.  Urich snatched her by her shoulders and backhanded her away.  "What the hell did you do to me?!" he breathed, feeling the effects turn him further into a mortal man.  "Get out of my house!"




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Victoria hadn't accounted for the man himself turning vicious as her face nearly turned blue at his operations. When she was smacked aside, she found herself crying out in alarm as she crumpled to the ground in a mess of feathers and hair. Now that the hat was no longer touching him, his powers would return as she groaned.

"Your house?" she set her jaw, face still throbbing after the effect as she scrambled to get up, god blasted, these skirts!  "Now hear here!"s he wagged a finger, her pride never bruised as she jutted out her chin, fingers still clutching her enchanted hat. "How dare you attack a Negatioator! You could be executed for much less!" she informed him, nursing her face, dark eyes piercing to his. "Calm your temper, wolf, lest you feel my wrath before the councils."

And here she thought this job would be boring!

"I'll give you one more chance to surrender yourself, or back off," she huffed, then narrowed her gaze at him. "And have you been living inside a box for most of your life? What do you mean what did I do to you?" she gave a sniff, fussing over her hair. "I simply used my own powers to negate yours. What do you think a negotiator is?" She stuck her nose up in the air, already having fetched her parasol, keeping herself rested against it, pride simply glowing from her form.


She would NOT be had by an unruly wolf!
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Lion

Urich was doubled over, holding his gut as the blood surged through him again, as his powers came back, slowly.  Too slowly.  It was like being dunked in ice water, made cold and numb save the fire of his rage, until he was slowly pulled back to life and watched her with reddened eyes.  It suddenly became very hot in this room and he tired of this woman.

"You've over stayed your welcome!" he said lowly and dangerously.  "Get out of my house!"  He was screaming and grabbed anything he could find and chucked it at her.  First it was the goblet and then the wine jug and next a candelabra and kept the assult, grabbed as many items as he could.

"You stuck up little whore.  This is my home!  I've built it, I've protected it!  You have NO right to tell me to leave.  The only laws I abide by are my own!  I don't give a DAMN about your fucking counsel or your supposed laws that have nothing to do with me!  You've had your chance to leave!  Now you're going to die here."

And he charged her again, lunging to tackle her to the ground.  Whether or not she took his powers away, he would make sure she suffered before the night was over.




Like to kill mages?  Join the Order!
The Order of St. Agratha

Help Rebuild Connlaoth from the ashes of war!
The Red Legion

Jump in the water's fine!
Desert Valley Nights
Wrong Turn

"Go into battle determined to die and you will survive.  Go into battle hoping to live and surely you shall not." -Bushido proverb
"Life is a series of dogs." -George Carlin
"We must view with profound respect the infinite capacity of the human mind to resist the introduction of useful knowledge." -Thomas R. Lounsbury
"If a cosmic tree falls in the universal forest and nobody is evolved enough to hear it, does it make a sound?" -Unknown

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