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Post by Lhachlhass on Apr 19, 2009 21:36:26 GMT -5
"Let me go you heartless bitch! You and your damn school are going to kill me!" He swung his legs up and kicked as hard as he could at her, snarling.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Apr 20, 2009 8:11:53 GMT -5
[red]Veronique grasped him by the arms, dragging him downstairs. She was going to kill him, plain and simple. "I suppose for once you are right," she snapped. "You are going to die. See if I don't cut you into tiny pieces and feed you to the faeries."[/red]
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Post by Himmel on Apr 20, 2009 9:31:54 GMT -5
Himmel stared for a moment, and then
"Scheiss!"
He raced down the stairs after his friend and the student who seemed to be trying to ensure a short future.
He reached them at the bottom of the stairs, stationing his feet shoulder length apart and crouching slightly he grabbed Veronique's arm with one hand and the freshman's with the other. Using the force built up in his stance he twisted, pulling them apart from each other.
"I'm calling fucking crazy on both you you! Stop!" He called.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Apr 20, 2009 14:37:01 GMT -5
[red]Veronique glared at Himmel. How dare he...
She sighed. He was probably right. Deep breaths. This little urchin wasn't worth the trouble. Calm....
"Himmel, get that thing out of my house!" she fumed. "Take the door off of his room and replace it with a curtain so he can get in and out so he'll get the hell out of here!"
She sighed, fixing her gaze on Lhachlhass. "Will that work, or do you have anything else to demand, O Great Prince of the Fae?" she spat.[/red]
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Post by Lhachlhass on Apr 20, 2009 14:53:11 GMT -5
Lhachlhass snarled "Of course it won't, it's still a doorway. You're a headmaster you should know these things!" He crossed his arms, shaking his head. "Can't I get a real room sir?" He asked staring her directly in the eyes.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Apr 20, 2009 14:54:59 GMT -5
[red]Veronique grit her teeth. "Why don't you just sleep in whatever dark hole you can find in the school and leave me be?" she spat.[/red]
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Post by Lhachlhass on Apr 20, 2009 15:12:39 GMT -5
He took a deep breath. "Because you'd yell at me for being at the wrong place in your school, Scary French Lady."
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Apr 20, 2009 15:15:46 GMT -5
[red]Veronique gritted her teeth. This was absolutely ridiculous... "If the room belongs to you, why do you need permission to go inside it?"[/red]
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Post by Lhachlhass on Apr 20, 2009 15:19:27 GMT -5
"Because the castle belongs to you Scary French Lady! Please can't you give me a regular room?" He sighed "C'mon? Most students aren't here yet, what would be the trouble in that? You'd never hear from me again." He promised.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Apr 20, 2009 15:25:35 GMT -5
[red]Veronique grit her teeth. "Well, you're in luck, because Himmel here has just been given the responsibility to oversee dorm arrangements," she hissed. "Himmel, do you have anything to say about this?"
She glared at Himmel. "Well, do you have anything to say, Himmel?"[/red]
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Post by Himmel on Apr 20, 2009 15:35:52 GMT -5
He thought a moment, and then he nodded. "Yes. I do have something to say. What the hell Frenchie?! Why me? I just stopped you from making a big mistake." He sighed. "Ah well, I'm used to you I suppose. I'll fix it. You're welcome."
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Apr 20, 2009 15:37:54 GMT -5
[red]She tossed the boy toward Himmel. "I'll buy you some new games for it," she called after him, dashing back up to her room. God, Veronique hated children...[/red]
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Post by Lhachlhass on Sept 11, 2009 20:49:03 GMT -5
Lhachlhass sat quietly on the foot of the bed in the dark room. His eyes were closed as he waited for her. He was dressed even more oddly then usual. In leather, fur, and feathers. It was a bit big for him, this outfit but it felt right. He had found it in the bundle. As Lhachlhass thought of the bundle his mind wandered.
He had been eight years old, he had got in another fight with his 'mother', his 'father' had done nothing to help, neither had Korlian. He had been sent home early from school again for lying, starting fights. His 'mother' had yelled at him. Why couldn't he be normal? Why couldn't he be the son she had wanted? He had been so angry he ran upstairs to go to his room but he felt a strong pull leading him further upwards to the attic. He went up on the old creaking ladder. The attic was untouched for years, it smelt of air that hadn't been disturbed for a very long time. A thick layer of dust coated everything. The pull grew stonger, in his mind he saw trees and heard songs. His feet moved without his mind and when he stopped at last he was in front of a bundle wrapped in ancient looking leather. After a moment he realized that the was a small piece of paper underneath the cords binding it. He pulled it out, on it was written a single word.
Lhachlhass
In the bundle had been these odd clothes, a knife, a wooden flute, and the golden bloody feather.
He sat now, waiting with those things. And a bow strapped to his back with very unusual handmade arrows.
He opened his eyes and smiled, she would be home soon.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Sept 11, 2009 21:32:06 GMT -5
Veronique trudged slowly into her house, thudding up the stairs in exhausted reverie and kicking off her heels somewhere in the hallway. She would deal with them tomorrow; too much had happened today to worry about keeping her floor uncluttered.
She opened the door to her bedroom, turned on the light, threw her jacket at the bed... and the blood drained from her face at the sight there. "You!" she spat.
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Post by Lhachlhass on Sept 13, 2009 14:21:42 GMT -5
Lhachlhass stood as she noticed him but did not approach any closer. His face was calm, a smile played on the corner of his lips. His voice was even as he spoke.
"I, Lhachlhass Sgiathach, enter a game with you tonight Veronique Poulain. I have been challenged so I must play and by that right so must you. It is a hunting game, I win by taking your fangs, whether that requires you being dead or not really depends on you, sir. I hope you will play with all you have, otherwise my gaining the fangs will just be an insult."
He smiled as sweetly as he could rocking from his heals to toes, waiting for her reply.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Sept 13, 2009 18:13:43 GMT -5
For a long moment, Veronique was silent, face white and lips trembling in rage. Her hands balled up at her side.
"You!" she spat. "You wretched little urchin, get the hell out of my house!" She wrapped her hands around a hairbrush, chucking it toward Lhachlhass' head.
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Post by Lhachlhass on Sept 13, 2009 19:14:35 GMT -5
Lhachlhass laughed, his eyes shining with glee as he caught the hairbrush. He bowed dramatically as he backed away towards the window.
He tucked the brush into his belt and when he had one leg out the window he turned to Veronique.
"And so goodnight unto you all."
And with that he dropped out of the window and disappeared into the Faerie wood.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Jan 10, 2010 20:10:42 GMT -5
On Halloween, during the play, the house was torn down and most of the possessions within lost.
Afterward, Veronique's room and possessions were moved into the school's central tower. The entire tower is reserved for Veronique.
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Post by Il Tebryn on Jan 10, 2010 20:26:43 GMT -5
The box that had been set in the middle of the floor of the first room was wrapped in blood-red paper of a pearl sheen. Thankfully, holes had been cut into the cardboard. As if it held a pet.
It was a decent sized box.
Slowly, the paper ripped and the lid was tossed off. From the box climbed a groggy, painfully adorable creature with a mop of messy reddish hair, and bow tied festively around his neck to match the color of the wrapping paper.
Tebryn rubbed his head and groaned. He sensed fear. Fear and frustration and oh hell where the shit was he? This was NOT where he had gone to sleep.
A card fell out of the lid from the box. It read:
"Dear Veronique, I know I haven't been writing you much in the past decade. Things come up, you know the drill. I send you this child as a gift and a challenge. His name is Il Tebryn-- a new pet of mine, if you will. However, he doesn't quite...fit the vampire archetype. Cute and quiet and IT'S JUST NOT RIGHT. You can fix this. Regards, Il Seraph
p.s. If he comes off as shy, he's lying to you."
Tebryn yanked at the ribbon around his neck until it shredded and fell to the floor. Slowly, he uncurled his body and rolled out of the box. He stayed sprawled on the floor and stared at the ceiling.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Jan 10, 2010 21:40:13 GMT -5
Veronique kicked the door to her room open, tossing her bag onto the sofa. She nudged the door shut behind her, humming obliviously. Veronique had just spent hours on her favorite activity -- inventing excuses to assign students to detention with Fable -- and thanks to her wonderful Christmas gift from Valérian, was no limited to her normal selection of black coffee. And, as an added stroke of luck, the peculiar little recent addition to her staff made impeccable lattes. Veronique was thus in a surprisingly pleasant mood.
Well, for herself anyway, given that this was her "Himmel-you're-wearing-a-dress~ ♥" mood.
Veronique stared for a moment at the pile of not-particularly-clothed vampire boy in her floor, shredded ribbons pooled at his feet. It was months yet to her birthday, though it might have been a late Christmas present.
Veronique stepped over him, plucking the note from the floor. Her eyes widened as she read the note. She tapped her lip, looking back at the boy.
"Seraph?" she mused. She glanced over at the boy. He was a pretty thing, as well. He might be the right size to fit into Himmel's dresses! She grinned. "Tebryn, hm? Well, I think we can find space for you. Seraph told you who I am, yes? You may call me Headmistress, if you like, or Madame Poulain."
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Post by Il Tebryn on Jan 10, 2010 22:22:37 GMT -5
Tebryn scrambled to a sitting position and hugged his arms around his middle. He projected alarm, fear, and apprehension. The knee-length, rough-woven robe in which he was clothed-- What the hell, why this Mayan sacrifice shit?!-- fell in thin folds on his skinny frame.
But the woman spoke, and she seemed... Calm. Hospitable. Maybe she was kind. She at least knew his sire, apparently.
Tebryn's fear turned to curiosity, and he stood, retying the sash that held his robe shut. he took a step towards the woman, and decided that, if she was going to be overseeing him, she might as well hear him speak. At least once. He bobbed his head in a quick bow and rasped, "Yes, Madame. He did, Madame."
What exactly had Seraph meant by "a gift and a challenge"?
Tebryn adjusted the hem of his robe, feeling the fabric fray beneath his fingers.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Jan 10, 2010 23:18:57 GMT -5
Veronique grinned, putting a hand on the boy's shoulder. So very polite, as well. She was going to like this one, she could already tell. Seraph certainly knew how to pick his children.
"Come with me. We're going to find you something more appropriate to wear, and then I will introduce you to my colleagues."
Veronique walked ahead of the boy down the long, narrow hallway, not waiting to see if he would follow. She stopped near the end and opened a door, revealing a very large closet. Contained within was a forest of extremely frilly women's clothing, organized by style and color. They ranged from frilly black lolita dresses to extravagant Tudor-style gowns, and everything in between.
Veronique prowled through the dresses thoughtfully, searching for the dress that would best complement the boy's features. The dark hair would best contrast with pale colors, and pink should flatter the boy's complexion... And, since Seraph seemed intent on her teaching the boy to be a more proper vampire, a Victorian style gown would be quite appropriate.
After much deliberation, Veronique chose a very elaborate gown, handing it to Tebryn. "Put this on. You may change in the bathroom down the hall."
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Post by Il Tebryn on Jan 10, 2010 23:34:35 GMT -5
Tebryn held up the dress and scrunched up his nose as he turned around to find said bathroom. He remembered something Seraph had said of a Veronique Poulain: "Such interesting games she plays. Always dolls."
Tebryn was beginning to understand that dolls were not necessarily plastic or porcelain.
In the bathroom, Tebryn stuggled with the damned thing. So many laces! And the frills. The frills were what got him. Still, it was an improvement on a tissue-thin sacri-freaking-ficial robe... regardless of the price it took on his pride.
Maybe someone would take pity on him, he thought as he emerged. This was immediately followed by the realization that, especially in this manner of costume, he would be mistaken for female all too easily.
The hem of the dress fluttered around his bare feet as he trudged back down the hall, straightening his posture as he approached Madame Poulain.
Fucking dress.
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Post by Veronique Poulain on Jan 11, 2010 1:16:01 GMT -5
Veronique grinned and clapped her hands together. "Lovely," she purred. "Such a perfect choice, don't you think?"
Without waiting for response, Veronique grabbed his wrist and pulled Tebryn behind her. "Come on, then. I have things to do to set you up for the school, and I suppose I should find a roommate for you."
Veronique continued chattering to the boy as she led him out of the tower and toward her office.
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Post by Il Tebryn on Jan 11, 2010 2:01:32 GMT -5
Tebryn followed. He had no choice, it seemed.
He facepalmed and kept his hand there for the remainder of the walk, projecting moderate mortification in an aura around him. They reached the office, and Tebryn sat in the first chair offered to him.
He was positively jovial when he was given a uniform. A boy's uniform. Oh, there were gods.
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