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beauty never dies


il morte fa parte

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Date: Aug 17, 2008
The Arrival
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Valentino Pilate was all about politics.  How could he not be?  He had been the greatest Roman Senator ever.  Perhaps the most remembered in time, next to that fat slob Caesar.  So, when the time came for him to present himself to this... Requiem, he did as what was required.  He had spent days preparing, for one could not step into the lions den unprepared.  Or perhaps he should have.  How uncharacteristic would that have been?

Very.

His name was a legend, and he would live up to that legend.

Dressed in all white, white dress coat, Versace, of course, shirtless, leaving body exposed to be worshipped like the Roman God he was, low cut white jeans, ripped in the knees, purposely.  The waistline was dipped to the point it did not leave much to the imagination, that perfect adominal "V" was exposed, the trail of brown hairs tempting the female eye as he seemed to float on by, oblivious to the stares, at the moment anyway.  Soft silken strands of chestnut were left unbound, framing the chiseled features exquisitely, whisperes of an Italian model floated around him.  His power was at a dull throb, not wanting to be disrespectful of this Masters territory, but he never capped it, unless he was in a mood, then by Gods, look out.

He came baring a gift, as was acustomary.   He did not know this man, so could not think of what such a person would need, and now he had no wolf to offer, since his was taken from him, he was left without a Pomme once more.  His Cobra had stayed with Nemesis, and now Toni would stay with his mate.  How things had come full circle, no?  And in that moment, there was a twinge.  A twinge for what he had died for.  Bryce and Ka.....

He shook his head and muttered softly under his breath about becoming addle brained in his old age, the tri coloured silver hues seeking out the Master, but taken to a disclosed booth where he could not be seen that easily, and made to wait for the Master's arrival.  His gift was set on the table while he waited with the patience of a saint.

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Requiem


Master of the Islands

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Date: Aug 23, 2008
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Spanish Conquistador verses Roman God round one. The words rolled for a brief moment around in Requiem's head after having been told by Claire that Valentino awaited his presence in a booth. Not that he needed to hear it from her because the moment Tino entered the play of power had touched to his own like that of a kiss from a lover's lips it was nice that the other male didn't flaunt the power around that in it's self already put the Roman in high regards. The name he knew all to well for it went around in history as did his own but Requiem preferred to not draw attention to himself as did the other or so he figured. Patiently he had waited for the man to turn up knowing his wait wouldn't be long but of course if the vampire hadn't showed up in the time span of a week then the master of the islands wouldn't have had any other choice but to search him out.

The week so far had proved to be most successful, he had already met with three others who by blood had sworn their self's to him. The plans for the opera house were already under way so with a little more push hopefully soon all the pieces would fall together and there was still the arrival of the guest he had sent for. Among all the things in his mind Requiem couldn't stop the thought that pushed it's self inwards. It was of a bewitching tiny weather witch with skin the color of snow lying along the bed at a all to familiar hospital. A audible snap was heard which had him lowering his head to carefully examine the damage he had inflicted upon the pencil he had been holding. Composure had been lost for a mere second but was completely put back under check before he arose from his seat, moving across the floor he stopped momentarily by the door to look towards the window but then with fluid slow movements he left shutting the door with a click behind him.

Devil incarnate meet fallen angel. A pretty picture painted for all that happened to be around the two that stood out in contrast to one another, one Valentino dressed in white and two the opposite Requiem dressed in a immaculate black suit that was tailored just right to out line the width of his chest and narrowness of his waist. The front dipped a bit to show to offer of a tantalizing view of his chest. The light black hair that curled there only helped to enhance the beauty of the sculptured planes of his chest. No Roman God was he but he held his own just as well, dark eye brows added color to the unusual lavender darks of his eyes. Lips were thin when they chose to smile pleasantly at him flashing a brilliant white smile. Jet black hair was currently pulled back and tied at the back of his neck with a leather tie.

He  caught sight of the gift along the table long before he came to stand before the booth that seated Valentino. It was something that was acquired whenever entering another's territory and from what he had heard he knew that Tino was with out  his own personal arsenal of blood gifts, At least he had done what most others wouldn't he had brought a gift and that only added to his earlier thinking of holding the male in a high regard but still time would tell now wouldn't it?. Hand came down to touch a few fingers along the gift, his eyes shifting to meet those of the other vampire. Voice was like velvet and though rough in spots with accent it rolled a musical beauty all it's own. Careful he was like always with choosing his words.

" Hola, Senor Valentino, I've been waiting for you. It is a placer to finally make your acquaintance"

He motioned with his hand to the booth. " Puedo"?.  Of course he didn't need to ask wether or not he could be seated but he himself knew how politics went and was a firm believer in being polite especially if the same treatment was delivered to him. When Valentino would acknowledge his question he would quietly seat himself before the Roman. His face a careful mask as he awaited further words from the male. Allowing him to begin the conversation first if he so wished it.




-- Edited by Requiem at 13:35, 2008-08-23

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beauty never dies


il morte fa parte

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Date: Aug 25, 2008
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He stood as he felt Requiem near.  The khoal lines tri coloured silver hues landed on the male, a smile perfectly hiding the enlongated cainines from view.  "Per favore, Signore.  It is il mio piacere."  He bowed slightly to him, taking his hand on the uplift, turning it to it was wrist up, lips gracing his pulse line, a show of trust and loyalty, serious old school.  He was very political and the name Pilate would only suggest that.

As the Master would sit, Tino would push his gift towards him, knowing word would have already gotten around about his loss of his wolf, but this would replace a blood offering by ten times.  Once the male would open it, this would be revealed:


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A Waterford Crystal violin, from Ireland, and the slithen of the Seelie Queens court.  "This violin is one of a kind, enchanted by the Light One, so when you play, the emotions carried upon the strings, will carry to the weather."

It was not fabulous, but it would do.

He may as well get to the point, not feeling up to games tonight.  "I have come to ask your permission to stay, Signore."

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