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Post by Vlad on Oct 13, 2008 0:48:19 GMT -1
He wished for the days when angels and demons fought amongst themselves and the rest of them merely survived. He had undeniably lacked purpose but the lower quantity of stress he'd possessed in those days nearly made the aimlessness worth desiring. A disgusted sound escaped his lips at the thought that Lucifer was smarter than the Council. Those blinded by revenge lacked in intelligence, he of all knew this with unwavering certainty having spent centuries doing not but bathing in the blood of any who even cast an unkind look in his direction. "Surely we are more able to handle Lucifer than the humans."
He began to pace the room as the talked, each step falling with another of Morgan's words. It became an almost hypnotic rhythm until she suggested that if you assumed Lucifer would never speak truth, it would narrow down what he wasn't planning. This was why she was the logic of the Council, even if she may not always realize it.
"On the contrary, my owl, your logic is ever present and perhaps now more than usual. I believe that Lucifer will never speak truth, your idea is worth it's relative weight in gold. Leave the angel Gabriel to the humans, we shall speak with Lucifer ourselves."
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Post by Morgan Le Fey on Oct 15, 2008 22:58:24 GMT -1
"Yes I am sure we are more able to handle him than the humans are, I would never doubt that." Morgan nodded. "I am glad that you see the logic in my statements even when I cannot see them. Sometimes I have to believe that I am not able to see myself clearly with in the confines of logic, only because others depend on my so much I don't always think my most logical assumptions are very logical at all."
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Post by Vlad on Oct 17, 2008 1:52:09 GMT -1
It was unlike Morgan to second guess herself so very much, though not unheard of. It was his guess that something had happened to make her self conscious, perhaps she had been preoccupied and in her haste answered a simple question inaccurately. It had happened in the past.
He crossed the room, one foot crossing in front of it's twin and arms crossed behind his back. "Then it's settled then? We shall track down Lucifer, the two of us and work with the assumption that he will speak lies."
A smile crossed his delicate, yet somehow masculine features and he offered his hand to Morgan. "You look distraught, my owl. Do you remember, centuries ago, when we danced and you confided in me your love for that young Lord? Let us dance now and tell me what troubles you."
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Post by Morgan Le Fey on Oct 26, 2008 4:14:59 GMT -1
Morgan shook her head, something was plaguing her thoughts, she was never one to second guess herself, she'd been the one whom most came to when they were seeking advice. She had not the rhyme nor reason behind her reasoning for second guessing herself, and she knew that Vlad had caught it.
"Yes we shall, I doubt much will be learned, but if we work on the assumption that he'd lie to us, then we may have a better idea as to what he is doing." She shook her head, whatever had occupied her thoughts and filled her with doubt was disappearing, she knew that Vlad and the others of the counsel counted on her logic, and that helped clear her mind.
When he offered his hand she took it. "Yes I remember, you have always been the one who I could confide in. I have never been certain the reason, perhaps it is because we are the youngest of the Counsel."
She moved close to him and put herself in position to follow his lead. She was never one to try and lead, she was raised in a royal court, though not really a princess or anything herself she'd learned to dance in the proper way, with the male leading. They danced, and Morgan spoke, "I should have known that the angel Gabriel, and Lucifer were in town, but I hadn't a clue until Autumn spoke of it. It is not like me to not know what is going on" she shook her head, "Perhaps I am being to hard on myself, one can not know everything all the time."
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Post by Vlad on Oct 27, 2008 21:47:54 GMT -1
"When?" He asked in regards to their meeting with Lucifer. The first of the fallen was bound to have trickery hidden in his every word and the vampire would be lying if he said he awaited it with anything other than dread.
He placed his free hand in the small of Morgan's back, raising their grasped hands to chest level. There was no music, but they had no great need for it. The beat of hearts served well as a tempo. He led her with his movements, admiring not for the first time the sorceress' grace upon the dance floor.
These were the times when he longed for the days of old, wistfully remembering the grand balls. The noble ladies dressed in their finest and the young lords fighting over dances with a particular young girl. The gossip of the servants, the court scandals and the duels fought over some small insult to a man's honor. Ah, how beautiful those days had been.
A smile. "Certainly you are being overly harsh. We, that is the counsel, give you plenty to occupy your thoughts, my owl. What is important is that you informed us before harm came of any ignorance. Even Jonas can ask no more."
They danced, making even the most skilled of modern steppers appear mere children at their first ballet class. Spinning, dipping, parting and coming together once more all with the thoughtless grace of centuries of practice. That sinewy beauty that filled Vlad's every movement was exaggerated more so when he danced, a rarer sight as the years wore on.
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