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Post by OokamiShinjo on Dec 15, 2015 22:17:24 GMT
"Sure, I'll have something," he allows to his unknowing charge. The interaction between the two is highly amusing to Aeron, it shows that they're truly old friends with one another. All the more reason to try and not hate the young lass. He too orders coffee from the waiter, wanting it black. He should be able to drink the stuff with relative ease. Hundreds of years of forced practice has allowed him to ingest some human drinks. Coffee is one of them, though it must remain black, the same is with tea. Red wine is another. Anything else and food is still a no go. The brew is rich, and alluring to the man as he casually holds the cup for its warmth upon arrival. He forces his body to jump in surprise like a normal human's would when Rian when he nearly chokes on his beverage, patting his back in an attempt to assist his lungs to start working again. However, things internally turn sour as the young woman speaks of Occidere. He knows the organization better than he really would like to. However careful body control allows him to merely take a drink of his coffee without so much as a sign of tension. 'She's dangerous,' he tells himself, 'Very dangerous'. Even the lowest of operatives can be, especially when they're like this girl and close with his current charge. "Actually, I just met him today. He was gonna get hit by a car when I jumped in and saved his hide". He shrugs, "I was just there at the right time.
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Post by LochNess on Dec 15, 2015 23:08:53 GMT
Arabelle laughs at the both of them. "Welcome to the club, my dear," she says, her voice getting low and seductive as she speaks. Given her life, she's naturally never had much for herself. At times she almost envied Rian. Why he lost funds from his parents makes her wonder just what happened. There are few possiblities, but she doesn't press to know which is the truth. regardless, now he is as she is if not worse off since so much of his money is going towards schooling.
It's a relief to him that she drops the subject. It's one of the reasons he bothers with her; she doesn't give a rat's ass about knowing the details of his life like others when they get close. Rian watches her a little as she interacts with his new acquaintance. She seems oddly open to strangers now, too. Rather, she is talking to them with out the anxiety she always had before. Her job offer does interest him. "What you said about Occidere is intriguing. I've heard good things about what they do for their employees, but they are also in a mighty dangerous line of work."
Arabelle snickers. "You'd only be an office intern at best with part time work. If you want the most money, yea, you go out into the field. I personally am aiming to be one of those people who participate in recon and tracking-type missions. We don't have to confront the enemy directly, and it's right in the middle of danger."
"Why the hell would you do that?" Rian asks, looking astounded. "That's even worse than going with a team to barge in and take the beasts."
Arabelle's gaze grows hazy. "I have things I need to find out, and forcing my way into investigations as naturally as possible is the best way to gather all the information I could need."
The sudden change in her mood makes Rian curious. It must be about something in the past. Still, he frowns.
"I could ask them to make you man one of the tip lines. It's easy and out of the way. Plus, it could be to my benefit." Arabelle smiles innocently, the moodiness evaporating as quickly as it came.
"That's actually tempting," Rian mutters.
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Post by OokamiShinjo on Dec 16, 2015 1:01:15 GMT
Things were going well and innocent until the woman brought forth, further at that, Occidere. 'Not good. Not good at all,' he's never had to deal with an agent being close to his charge. Never. Was this part of the higher ups' plans? Or was it just the world deciding to fuck him over some more? God knows both have messed with him in unspeakable ways. Ways that he would only relive if it meant his charge would live and if it were an absolute life or death situation with absolutely no other option. He cannot feed the pain that he feels as Rian seems genuinely interested in Occidere, even if it were an office job or a tip line for the woman whom is basically a spy. He cannot allow either. What if Rian decides to enter the line of battle? What if he figures out about Aeron? If anything, Aeron wants to be the one to tell the boy, not for the boy to find out from the organization that's been trying to kill him off for god knows how long. And this woman. She isn't in the full blown ranks yet. Yet being the key word. She obviously knows what she's talking about so she must still be in the lowest ranks as she mentioned. Right now, Rian is desperate for a place to live and a job that will both allow him to still attend school. He was hoping he could leave his acquaintanceship with the young man as just that- or even as a friendship at the most. But now....Now he has no choice but to draw him further in. Not only does that mean that he has the possibility of finding out the truth about Aeron, but it could put him into more danger. Not much unlike Occidere, but if he became part of Corpse then eventually he'd be placing his eternal life into the enemy's hand. It would eventually make him chose to either die and be unable to watch over the bloodline any longer OR kill Rian and live with the crushing guilt until his sanity slipped. Who knows what would happen if his sanity went away? Would he regress into the monster he used to be before SHE changed him? Worse? At least back then he only killed on a whim. Worse would be full out obliteration- or the attempt to- of man kind and perhaps other races as well. He needs to stop thinking and act. After a long sip of his coffee, he he raises a brow and turns his solo eye to the other man. "You know, if you're that desperate, I can offer you a job of sorts as well. Hell, it'd include a place to live". Should this get the boy's attention he continues. "I'm a musician you see, and I come from old money," yea, the hundreds of trillions of dollars he's saved up over the hundreds of years. "I'm really only known among the wealthy because it's rather expensive to book me for a show. I've been looking for a live in assistant of sorts. Someone that'll listen to new songs I make and just kind of keep me company when there's no work to be done. Would you like something like that?"
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Post by LochNess on Dec 16, 2015 1:23:43 GMT
With the possibility of a part time desk job at a company like Occidere in front of him, Risn really and truly worried that he might join. At least there'd be one person he knows, but he doesn't like the thought of this youngin' already surpassing him. It's not quite the same, but once fully graduated, she could demand information and make enough money so that she can live comfortably. All the while, the part time job would leave him independent, but no better than he was when he was merely living off his works and his parent's little bit of help. It looks like he may have no choice though. That is until Aeron brought up an offer as well. A scowl rests on his face for a moment as again he wonders who this is who is supposedly from money. "What's this music company you speak of? Singing has never been my strong suit, but if the salary will be at least why blondie here makes, I think that might be more suitable." He smirks at the idea of making more part time than Belle does full time. He's by no means trying to keep her below him. It's more so he can't stand others being better off than he. It's a bonus if he can get more for less work.
Arabelle is genuine when she offers the position. In fact, she starts writing down information for him to use when applying when the strange man interrupts with his own offer. She too is curious about the name of this company of his. Green eyes narrow as she glances at him, finding him a rather questionable fellow. Aeron was his name, yes? She will have to look into it further. I split second after her glance, she smirks to Rian. "You gonna turn tail and run to somethin you'd be even worse at?" She laughs before handing him contact information. "If you change your mind, go to this building here and talk to this person."
Rian takes the slip, glancing at the information before tucking it into a pocket. "Thank you, but I think I'd rather take the music deal. I'll leave the threat to one's life for the sake of others to you."
Arabelle nods. "I'd of pushed you around anyways," she said with an innocent laugh. She finishes her cup of tea before leaning back in her chair. She's now curious about the stranger. "Tell me. Where are you from?" She asks him, a lazy, friendly smile on her face. "Any family?"
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Post by OokamiShinjo on Dec 16, 2015 2:32:48 GMT
It was only a partial lie that he was a musician that came from old money. Oh, he came from old money alright; his own. Being hundreds of years old and not needing food or a car or even a roof over his head to survive had helped in saving up money. Trillions of dollars lay in wait for him spend them, and still the amount progresses. He is a musician, and he is known among the rich but not super-well known. Still, anything to get the boy to stay away from Occidere. "I don't need you to sing or do anything having to do with music itself," he reiterates. He feels the gaze of the green eyed woman and raises his hands innocently, "If you think I'm some weird freak/impostor, I can give you my card". This is mainly to get her off his tail in this sense, knowing that a good recon agent would look him up after this meeting, especially after an offer such as what he's given to Rian. Luckily, Occidere has only ever known him as his former name and not his current one. This he's made certain of. Still he grins wide, showing pearly white teeth and a single eye light with pleasure. "Excellent! I've been looking for years to be honest but you're the first to ever accept my offer. Something about it not being possible for a guy as young as me being as I am". He chuckles lightly at this. "If you're not up to anything later, I can show you my flat. We can discuss payment once we're there".
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Post by LochNess on Dec 16, 2015 3:26:09 GMT
Arabelle frowns as Rian ultimately chooses otherwise. "Fine then. May some werewolf never stumble it's way into your home." She smirks at him. To Aeron, she flashes a harsh gaze. She takes him up on getting his card. She'll look more later. He never really answered her questions about family or where he is from. That makes her even more uneasy. Rian is an ass, but she will gladly search for any sign of who he is. If nothing else, she'll stick his name into their minds for the time being of the higher ups ask. When he offers to show Rian to his place, she frowns. She doesn't like seeing Rian go with this stalker any more. But she won't press it. Rian will only retaliate if she tried any ways. "Very well. I'll be needing to get back to headquarters anyways since I forgot something." She leaves money to pay for her tea plus a tip. She smiles to Rian as he insists otherwise. "As lovely as that sounds, I have real work to attend to. I suppose one night, maybe tomorrow, we can have some dinner if you still want to hang out though?" She slings her sleek leather back over her shoulder. "I'll text ya later Rian. Don't get murdered going to strangers' homes. Maybe if the boss is there, I'll ask if he's heard such a fabulous musician as your friend." She won't say anything as she's not so close to the head honcho. She was just curious to see Aeron's reaction if he'll have one.
Rian nods to Aeron. "That'll be fine." He looks to Arabelle, almost disappointed. "Yore leaving so soon? Why not tag along? You may even wish to join instead of being bait for all the freaks of the world." She says what she does after, and he sighs. "Fine. I expect a luxurious 5 course meal, though. And if it's at our home, I expect entertainment through out." He smiles at her, knowing she'll take it as a joke though he'd truly wish for such a meal. He looks to Aeron as she collects her things. "You have me curious now. Let's go." He does keep in mind the fact that what he's doing is truly reckless, but at this point, he'll take the too-good-to-be-true risk. He gets up after leaving money for his own coffee. "I'll say now I expect a luxurious salary for my time." He grins at the new companion.
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Post by OokamiShinjo on Dec 17, 2015 22:45:46 GMT
Aeron obviously had purposefully ignored the young woman's question about where he is from or if he has any family. Because frankly, he does not know the name of the place where he woke up- ie what country or even just territory- in nor does he know if he does have parents or siblings or the like. He knows he has no children, his body unable to reproduce. As far as 'children', aka humans he turned to vampires, he's never had any of those either as he's been extremely careful of that. He assumes teaching a former human the world of his kind is just as bad as raising a mentally challenged kid. He does however see the threatening stare and silently taunts her with an even gaze, "Feel free to," he encourages her to go ahead and 'ask the boss' about him. As she gathers her things, he watches her closely for any and all traps she may feel she has the skill to slip passed his ever keen eye. "I hope to see you again soon Arabelle, it was good to meet you". Once she's gone he finishes his coffee and lets out a low sigh. Thank god he can afford to drink the divine dark liquid. He too pays for his beverage and stands ready to leave. As they walk, the kind smile that hadn't been there with Arabelle around has returned. "Don't worry, you won't be let down. You'll get more than enough payment to take care of everything you want and need". They end up having to take the subway for about let's say twenty minutes before they end up right by Fifth Avenue. As they walk, he can't help but find himself rather excited and worried at the same time. His charge will be living with him. LIVING with HIM. The man who has watched over this boy's family for at least three hundred years, possibly four. The risk that Rian find out the truth about him is high, but to be near the boy at all times means that Aeron is willing to give the risk. "This way," he tells the partial human as they end up walking through the polished doors of New York City's The Plaza. He ignores any and all looks he receives, not caring for them and only nodding here and there to employees that seem to know him well. He walks with a casual air about him even though he just passed like three movie stars in succession and nearly ran over some model's bratty son. It takes them some time to get to the eighteenth floor of the hotel, the whole trip for he is silent. Being someone who gets motion sickness, he's not good with even elevators- he had also felt ill during the train ride not that he let it show- as it were. Upon hitting the eighteenth floor and reaching the front door of his home, he pulls out a key and unlocks the door to show Rian The lavish penthouse he had bought about seven years ago. The first place they enter is the lobby of course, where any and all coats are hung and shoes are removed. "Shall I begin the tour? To the direct right is a thick hallway large enough for three to four rows of people to line up with plenty of shoulder room. On the left of this hallway is the guest bathroom, at the end of the hallway is the great room, lavishly decorated by white couches, a red and white plush carpet and darkened walls. A single chandelier hangs above the coffee table between the couches. Once in the great room, sitting there is a lovely black and red Steinway & Sons grand piano, proudly polished to perfection (in place of the table in the picture you'll see). Along the wall right next to them upon entering the great room is a library nook where all of Aeron's music and other simple reading novels are kept. And along the right wall of the room is the alcove which holds the curving stairs that lead up to the second floor. Directly in front of them is a view of Fifth Avenue, the very street they were walking on moments before. "This way," he leads once Rain has had his fill of the room. Next he leads him through the doors along the left wall and into the formal dinning room which holds a table large enough to fit eight people, polished black and decorated with gold, the walls are brown and mostly bare save for a picture of a flock of birds turning into mustangs which gallop and turn back into birds. Along another wall is a clock as well as a picture of the Grand Canyon made by way of charcoal. The floors are dark brown polished to perfection, though the table and chairs stand on a thick white carpet bordered by black. Turning right upon entering the dinning room, the wet bar is shown to Rian, its floor white with small black squares and walls red trimmed with white. Two black and white stripped chairs sit across from one another and between them is a simple black and gray table, coasters set up for cups. Along this room's right wall is the bar itself. Going back to the dinning room, behind another closed door is the dome the penthouse is well known for, sitting off of the room's top left corner (looking at the floor map I'll be putting up). This little place is set up to be a bit more quaint but still look lavish at the same time with white walls. Three windows offer a view directly over the nearest park. He turns Rian around and leads him back through the dinning room and though the doors on the room's bottom wall to the eat in kitchen where all the counter tops, including the island in the middle, are white marble and the cabinets are polished to a shining black. The walls are all covered by cabinets but the floor is white with black diamonds and what would be an open spot on the wall is replaced with a large grandfather clock. This circles back to the lobby, however Aeron leads Rian to the family room slash library, the walls lined by books upon books, windows and one very large TV. This room is actually designed much like the great room, a comfy white couch taking up the center of the room with dark walls and a light carpet, two windows offering a view and a coffee table set in place. Finally is his office, again lined with books upon books and a lovely polished wooden desk. On that desk rests a single laptop, a note pad and a coaster for a cup. "That's it for the downstairs," he finally allows and leads him back great room and up the curving stair case. Upstairs is no less luxurious than the first floor. However it is dedicated to sleeping and anything having to do with personal things. I'll leave the floor plan to explain where everything is because it's more convoluted than the first floor. However, I will say that there are three guest bedrooms and bathrooms, in addition to the master bedroom and bathroom (Aeron's rooms of course). It takes about an hour for them to get through the tour even though really it's not all that massive. He tells Rian that he is free to choose whatever guest room he wants as well as a bathroom and may go as far as to label the doors of both as well as decorate both as he pleases. After everything's said and done, they go back to the great room where Aeron flops himself onto a couch long wise and relaxes. "So," he eventually questions, "What do you think of your new home?" First floor's floor plan Second floor's floor plan Great Room The piano Library Nook Dinning room Wet Bar Dome Kitchen Family Room/Library Office Now for upstairs Master bed Master bath Guest room(s). This is just a pic of one of them because the other two are purple and disney themed. So all three guest bedrooms are gonna look like this with some variation. Terrace Park view
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Post by LochNess on Dec 18, 2015 0:18:01 GMT
This won't be the last time they meet, Arabelle assures herself as she leaves Rian to this stranger's hands. For someone so mean as him, you would think Rian should be the kind to discern how rash his decision is. Perhaps he truly is that desperate. Oh well. If this man meant him immediate harm, he could have already hurt him. They already agreed to dinner plans. She waves them both off before heading back to work.
Rian smiles and waves off his closest friend before looking to Aeron. "Good. I couldn't stand to be worse off than that runt. I'd never be able to talk shit to 'er like I've always been able to." He follows Aeron onto the subway, and as they get to 5th avenue, his curiosity is truly peaked. He wasn't lying to say he has money. He wasn't completely blown away until they entered the penthouse. He gazes at every room with earnest interest, and ultimately decides on the largest guest room that's polar opposite of the master bedroom. He perches himself in a seat next to Aeron after all was said and done. "So, what happens now? I suppose I should ask exactly what kind of work I'll be doing."
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Post by OokamiShinjo on Dec 18, 2015 1:15:02 GMT
"Ceri reporting," the young woman's voice states bluntly as she salutes to the three people hidden by the shadows. She knows what they look like, but at times like these they like to be mysterious for whatever reason.
"Welcome," the middle of the trio speaks, his voice booming and low despite his thin shadowed build. "We have a duty for you to take care of".
"Yes sir," she allows, shoulders squared and chin held high. "What is it that you are assigning me?"
"We have a rather promising soon to be officer in your field of work. We want you to start training her," this one is a woman, her voice rich and strong. She sits on the far right of the line. "Will you accept?"
"Should you accept, you will report to training room seventeen effective immediately," the final person is also a man, his voice sly like that of a snake. "You will introduce yourself to her as you are, and will begin training her as soon as possible. We are aware that you are still in schooling, and we will make an exception to the training for this. However you will spend most of your time with her when you can".
Ceri nods once, "Yes sir. Permission to ask a question sir?"
"Granted," the deep voiced one allows.
"What is so special about her? She isn't even an officer yet, correct?"
The woman answers, "It is not her skills that we have taken close not of. While she is good at what she does, she has much to learn as of yet. It is WHO she is connected to that is important".
Next the sly voiced one, "She is very closely tied to the youngest heir to THAT family and therefore HIM. Though her, and through the boy more specifically, we could have the chance to take HIM down for good. Can you do this?"
Ceri shoves the smile down before it can bubble up. "Sir. I most certainly will make this goal come forth as a success".
"Good," the sly one replies. "Dismissed".
The smile that rips across Ayla's face is broad and excited. "Finally," and determined, "Finally a lead," and dark. She walks, or slithers, her way through the halls, going to the appointed training room and waits. When Arabelle returns, she should be informed of where to go, and they can have their introductions.
In the mean time, Aeron finds the young man's amazement to be rather amusing. "What happens now? Well, you continue life as you see fit for the most part. There will be times when I ask you to just listen to my music and give me an honest critic. I'll ask you to help me keep some files organized as well, and should anyone call to book me for entertainment, I'll show you how to file that as well. Simply put, it's almost secretary work but not quite. The filing and booking is the secretary work but the criticizing is something different. As my room mate, however, I ask that you at the very least help make the meals and the penthouse clean. If you want to throw a party or bring friends over, try to let me known an hour or two at least in advance. Oh.....And if I'm asleep, try not to wake me up". He states the last part with a serious smile, "In fact, unless it's an absolute emergency- either you got stabbed or the place is on fire- then do not enter my room without my permission. Any questions?"
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Post by LochNess on Dec 18, 2015 1:41:06 GMT
It takes only ten minutes by foot for Arabelle to reach the Occidere head quarters, although she is a a tad late. She had worried she'd be much more later. Fortunately, they seem rather indifferent it today as she is simply ushered to one of the training rooms for unspecified reasons. She complies, and once there, will see miss Ayla awaiting her. "Oh, hello," she says to the woman. "Trainee Arabelle reporting!" She straightens up, unsure of who this person is or what she wants with Belle. She'll remain formal until she knows otherwise. Perhaps it's special training given the room she was sent to.
Rian heard him out and raises a brow. "That's it? Very well. I'll need to transfer some of my art supplies here along with clothes, books, camera and my laptop. I don't care about the rest, but I still have commissions to finish, and of course I'll continue them somewhat. Perhaps it would not be in good taste to continue creating sculptures, especially while you're trying to work." He could imagine trying to chisel his stone slabs with Aeron being thrown off with the loud, cracking hits of stone. "Oh, I do believe that since we talked about it, Belle might be comin' for dinner tomorrow night." Not entering his room doesn't phase Rian. He truly has no reason to snoop. So he will remain distant. He gets up. "You don't have to help, but since you insisted on me coming here instead of Occidere, might it be possible to help move my mess? I can inform the landlord I'm leaving, too." He heads out to do just that.
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Post by OokamiShinjo on Jan 5, 2016 3:33:27 GMT
Ayla had not been waiting too long luckily. Maybe about fifteen minutes or so before finally someone enters the room. The young woman is pretty despite being what appears to be human. Ayla's crimson eyes look over the trainee carefully, not cold and calculating but rather in an almost standoffish kind of way. This is the girl she'll be training to infiltrate dangerous places to gather information? This is the girl she'll be teaching how to poison when need be? Tricks into hacking information out of technology? Well, she's a blank slate and the higher ups did say that she's pretty good at what she's been doing. Even if that isn't much. What's better, she reminds herself, is who she knows. It's a breakthrough really, this she can't deny. "Hello," she greets, half stern half casual as she slithers her way towards the young woman, hands behind her back. "I am Sergeant Major Ayla Ceri. You may refer to me as either Sergeant Major or Ayla if you prefer". Once directly in front of Arabelle, she offers a hand casually, meeting her gaze upon shaking. "From this point forward, you're being promoted to officer. This means more difficult training by my hand personally. You will spend most of your work hours with me training or helping me gather and/or research information we have.This also means you will be required to sign a contract of confidentiality later on should you one day run into trouble and end up being interrogated. Should you accept this position, you'll also be signing a waver slash contract that waves the blame for your death should you fail during a mission or simply die in the line of action. You will also be required to put forward more hours of work in order to accomplish what must be done". She pauses as she backs off and continues once more, this time a hint of curious to her wary eyes, "Furthermore.......I've heard good things about you. But I want to know about you from your own mouth".
"That's it," Aeron agrees with a nod to the partially human young man. However as he mentions continuing his art commissions, he doesn't seem to have any real issues until the mention of creating sculptures. "I would highly appreciate it if you finished up whatever sculpture related commissions you have and then stop taking any requests. It WOULD be fairly difficult for me to play against the sound of stone being carved after all". Though he does not allow Rian to see it, not even the slightest hint of it even, Aeron's attitude drops at the mention of Arabelle. He doesn't like the young woman. Mainly because she works for Corpus, but also because she's simply not Rian. However, Rian is highly fond of his friend, and it would be an issue to just up and say 'no more Arabelle' for no apparent reason. Especially since he's only ever met her once thus far. So instead he allows, "I don't have a problem with her stopping by for dinner tomorrow". And at the mention of needing to move Rian's things into his new home, he stands and motions for the young man to move on. "I would have offered to help you regardless of whether or not you had requested it. It's also killing two birds with one stone as you mentioned and I get to see how good of an artist you are". Just the thought of seeing his charge's work makes him smile wider. He has faith that the young college student slash new employee is rather skillful if he's managed to make something of a living off of it. Even if barely.
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Post by LochNess on Jan 5, 2016 15:42:59 GMT
Arabelle watches the woman, observing carefully as she moves. It's unusual even in a world full of all kinds of species to see anyone move like a snake, though she observes all of the woman to ensure she isn't obviously only interested in the tail. Promoted? Well. She is very pleased to hear that she's becoming one of the official ranks, though she idly notes she'll miss her classmates whom still train and will eventually graduate together. Maybe they can be put together as some sort of team later on, or at least be close to one another. Still, she smiles and says, "This is exciting! An officer!" She'll have more access to records, more chances to track down the mysteries laid in her past. "Well... I'm sure you know my name, but I'm Arabelle." She says this, mostly to transition her mind into talking about aspects of herself, something surely no human is really used to. "I'm at the top of my group in all aspects of training, though I especially enjoy the things involving stealth." She trails off now, unsure of much else to say. "Um... I'm Nephilim. I like to keep my wings hidden for the most part, but yes I do have them. Um... Anything else you wanna know?" Her head gives a tilt.
Rian scowls at being unable to make sculptures. They aren't many, but they're some of the better paying commissions... Oh well! He'll make up the loss from working for this strange man. "Well, I assure you I only have two, and they're almost complete anyways." He smirks. It's pleasing to hear him comply to allowing Arabelle to come over sometime for dinner. They seemed tense when they met, but he chalked it up to simply being strangers meeting and being unsure how to become close. Arabelle at the very least he knows doesn't do too well with making brand new friends if she's as much like he remembers her. "Good! The kitchen sure is nice, I'm sure she can make a good meal for all three of us!" Ah yes, he'd make her cook. Seeing ss how Rian is aware of his own inability to use anything other than a microwave, he figures they'll al benefit if it's her. She sure can cook like the sweet little pauper girl she was raised as. He'll be kind enough to provide ingredients of course. Still, he gives a soft laugh as Aeron insists on helping. "Well, aren't you the kind one," he teases as he heads out. His own apartment was a good twenty minutes away by train. It was almost back to the cafè, actually. It's small, dimly lit since he was out, and even smaller for him since his art took up most of the living room and second bedroom. He collects his belongings first. They are minimal since he's had to cut back. Minus textbooks and a laptop, all he had was his phone, wallet, basic toiletries, and clothes. They fit entirely into two large duffle bags. The art that was dry was carefully placed into bags as to not chip or tear easily if it gets jostled in their trip. Most of his art consisted of commissions. Strangers, lands, and figures of all kinds were skillfully placed on every canvas. There were sketches and drawings completed of even more people and places. His own personal creations were few but by far the most original. Two key personal creations were the first to be packed after commissions. One depicted a battle field. It's colors were dark, and it seemed to glow Crimson as the blood of the corpses strewn on the field. Her comrades lay dying, yet one woman, covered in blood not her own and weirding s beautiful European style sword, stood bravely against the remains of the opposing force. Her hair was a golden blonde, and if swept sideways as if carried by a strong wind. Her armor, under all the gore, shown a metallic blue-silver in contrast to the blood. The other included a dragon. It is nestled on a tall mountain cliff, with scales shimmering in all shades of green from bright rays of light. He peers solemnly below to a small, human village. Rian has all the commissions and key works collected. "Well have to make a second trip for the sculptures and the remaining commission that's drying and the last of my personal work." He'd leave them if he didn't have to worry about whomever coming in after he's gone and claiming them as theirs despite his signature.
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Post by OokamiShinjo on Jan 6, 2016 3:26:28 GMT
Ayla hadn't been given a file on the young woman in front of her, so she has to play everything by ear. Not that she's not used to it, seeing as for whatever reason the higher ups like to watch her squirm and have to do as such. She doesn't care, however as it's made her into one of the best agents they have. She heavily believes in the 'sink or swim' prospect of training and life in general. The fact that this young secretly winged woman isn't even actually human makes things all the better. She's much better at dealing with non-humans than with humans- not that it shows during missions and the like. None the less, as Arabelle offers a fairly swift introduction of herself, Ayla listens to what she's offered. It's good to know that the trainee, now Officer, knows where she excels. "No family, friends?" She questions blandly. "How long had you been in your former training class?" After all, the trainees could come and go at any point. There is no, say, semester for the classes Corpus offers. To say that Arabelle is best out of the class isn't much if she's been training for most of her life or anything over five years as most trainees that stick with this line of work are normally promoted by year three. Ayla herself had only taken a couple months to punch her way into Officer's position, but that's only because she worked herself half to death and to the bone in order to do so- she lived, ate and breathed Corpus to the extreme at that time. Now, being ranked as she is, she has more breathing room. "Do you go to school?" Once the answers are given and the like, she nods and motions for the young woman to sit, she herself coils her lower half into something of a relaxed position to mimic sitting. "Have you any questions for me?"
"Excellent. I have no up coming shows so there's no rush," he nods once. Aeron can understand the slight annoyance Rian feels about having to give up his sculpting. However, with the money he'll be making working as his assistant what he made will be chump change. He's happy to see the pleased look on his charge's face upon finding that Aeron is up to having the human girl in his home. Mentally, he tenses. After all, him and food don't go together well. However he should be able to hold back from throwing up long enough to make it not seem odd when he goes to the bathroom to empty his stomach of its contents. He honestly can't cook himself for obvious reasons. So the fact that he's offering Arabelle's skills on his own is helpful. Then again he could have just asked for a personal chef to cook them up something tasty. "I hope she's as good a cook as you make her seem," he beams to the young artist. As they make to leave, he chuckles low in his throat, "I'm only as nice as I seem," he assures casually speaking a hidden truth. Upon making it to Rian's now former home, he gazes around with interest and awe. He figured the kid was good, but honestly his work is each a piece of raw talent in and of itself to him. It's a wonder more people haven't asked for his makings. However it is the painting of the battlefield that catches his eye the most, the blood contrasting beautifully with the silvery blue of the bond woman's armor and the yellow of her hair. It's interesting Rian depicts her as unscathed; it must have been a one sided battle so to speak. The dragon is also eye-catching, however not as much as the other painting. The greens that shimmer in the light that warms the dragon's scales draw his eyes in first before he sees the lonely gaze he casts upon the small town below him. Something calls to him about the lonesome beast, knowing all too well the feeling of solitude. "Two trips really isn't all that bad," he admits as he helps to carefully carry the packs of commissions, not daring to harm even a single portion of each work. He dare not harm something Rian worked so hard to begin if not complete even. As they walk, he eventually speaks through the silence, "Who is that woman?" He pauses, "The one in the war painting I mean". She reminds him of his past despite the fact that none of Rian's ancestors were really warriors- they preferred simpler lives.
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Post by LochNess on Jan 7, 2016 1:47:08 GMT
Arabelle frowns, a bit of unease settling in her mind as she's asked for more. "No, no family. I was in the foster system as long as I can recall. The closest thing to a friend I have is some brute aspiring to be an artist." She has people she talks to and hangs out with, but none are truly worth mentioning in this introduction. Rian is truly the closest person to her, me vice versa of course. Still, she says, "Let's see... I believe it's been five months since I started," she tells the woman with a smile. "I don't go to school, no. This is the career I've longed for so I only need what training the company provides us. Now, tell me about YOU." She smirks at the serpent.
Rian thinks over the painting as Aeron asks about it. "Ah, I kind of just imagined her," he tells him. he doesn't want to admit the name of the model he used. "She's struggled against what seems like an impossible foe. People and things she cared for are laid down in bloody heaps. Yet she bravely moves forward." He trails off. "Well, that's what I'd spew about her to those who ask," he adds as if to act he truly isn't so deep as that. Let's say they grab the rest on the second round and make it back all with in an hour's time from then. He takes to setting up the commissions carefully in the spare bedroom, after briefly asking. If he's told no, well... He'll stash them in his room, I suppose.
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Post by OokamiShinjo on Jan 8, 2016 2:59:14 GMT
The snake woman ignores the frown of unease, not really caring for it at the moment. She's more set on the information she can so easily get out of Arabelle. However, the mention of only attending training for five months is.....Highly impressive. Not because it's such a small amount of time, but because that the young woman actually made record time, matching Ayla's very own by the exact same number of months. Five months of harsh, non-stop training and nearly killing herself. She shoves this information to a storage part in her mind, retaining her mental notes for another time. She only assumes that the 'brute' is just who Ayla has in mind, and wouldn't be surprised if she is correct. She's bound to be. The girl doesn't go to school? No matter; most officers don't. "Most of the information about me is confidential," she tells her new student as she shifts her weight from the front of her tail to more so the back of it. "However, as you know I am Ayla- I am a Sergeant Major of Corpus. I have no family nor friends to speak of, my life is this organization; my parents were operatives before they were killed and my grandparents before them were as well. I specialize in collecting information and assassination-type skill sets. As you can see, I am not human either; I am what is called a Lamia". Finally she throws back the question of, "Do you know Corpus' purpose?" Most trainees don't; she wouldn't be surprised if Arabelle is no different.
He imagined someone that's been through so much? Aeron wonders to himself as he recalls the somber look on the warrior woman's face. Even though Rian plays of his explanation as something of a 'what if' factor, the vampire himself believes that those are the boy's real feelings. He doesn't believe that Rian hadn't put some sort of emotion into making the painting, or else it wouldn't look so good; it wouldn't yearn to be stared at for hours on end. An hour sounds good for travel time most of that time is spent in silence however while it seems somewhat comfortable, Aeron is not relaxed. There are....Eyes watching him. And not in the way that he's used to. Normally, people's eyes tend to follow him because they see him as odd. After all, who walks around in clothing that look to be military on a casual day? Not normal people. Or other times it's because he's a good looking guy in a uniform. Anyone with some kind of sex drive is bound to stare. But the eyes on he and Rian are not admirable nor are they curious. They are dark and thirsty for chaos if not just plain destruction. It sits completely wrong with Aeron, though luckily nothing happens on the way home. He gives his consent to allow Rian to set up his commissions in the spare room; not like it's being used for anything important anyways. Hell, he goes so far as to offer to throw out the bed and dresser so that Rian's work has more room to breathe- it's not like either are being used either. Regardless, as Rian is carefully setting up his work, Aeron makes his way to the piano in the other room and sits. He wants to play. After a quick stretch of his hands and an inspection of the pristine keys of the piano, music begins to ring through the penthouse, echoing where it's permitted, sitting in the air as though it were humidity itself. The song is called Cohen's Masterpiece, and actually it's a rather difficult song to play.
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