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Post by Judas on Nov 20, 2008 3:17:37 GMT -1
He rolled his eyes at the girl's attempt to be cryptic. It was good, it meant she was careful but a little unnecessary at this point. They were talking about the same Vlad and it was obvious the girl knew he was a vampire. Judas didn't like it, but what the hell if Vlad wanted to dig his own grave then he wouldn't stand in his way. He didn't think the girl would betray them, yet, but he knew what sort of tortures the other side had in their arsenal. If Lucifer, Satan, Ruina or otherwise wanted information from the girl then he was sure they could break her to get it.
"I think it's safe to assume we're talking about the same guy. And I don't know, a haircut wouldn't hurt him. It's been years." He laughed at his own joke, but the sound still lacked the joy that everyone else's laughter had. It was a bitter sound, sarcastic and mocking.
"Obviously our friend has been rather talkative. What else did he share with you?" He was going to see just how much danger they were in if Ruina ever figured out that the girl was friends with the Council's resident vampire. The demon king didn't like Judas much, he'd refused to serve her and she'd been pissed ever since.
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Nov 20, 2008 3:27:36 GMT -1
Esme looked around, suspiciously. She felt that she couldn't keep much from this person, that he would find out from either herself or Vlad at some point. She ran her fingers through her hair and looked at him for a second, deciding what Vlad had told her that he needed to know.
"If I answer one of your questions, you need to answer one of mine," without even expecting so much as a nod, Esme continued with her answer.
"Not much," she admitted truthfully, "At least about others. We shared our lives with one another, his more interesting than my own. And he told me a bit more about vampires, explaining the truths and the fallacy, and he mentioned a thing called the Council. Not much more... mostly things that I'd assume are common knowledge in this world that I am all so new to."
"Now as for my question, technically it's a sort of either-or question. Will you either tell me your name, or tell me what you are... demon? Human? Something else I have yet to meet..."
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Post by Judas on Nov 20, 2008 3:39:47 GMT -1
He was about to say no dice to her 'deal' when she plowed on ahead anyway. Stubborn little thing, for a human anyway. He listened intently to her answer. Vlad hadn't told her much, that was good. Mostly stuff about his own past, if the vampire was comfortable giving away all his secrets to some human girl then that was just dandy with him. Judas, on the other hand, valued his secrets above all else.
"They aren't common knowledge. The stuff about vampires, yeah, sure whatever, but everything else better not leave your lips in mixed company. We clear?" He was sure that Vlad had already told her this but he was going to make sure the girl knew it just in case the vampire had forgotten in his spout of affection.
He scoffed at the girl's question(s). It was basically tell her he was one of the most hated figures in history or admit to collecting souls for the devil. Hmmm, however would he choose? He figured telling her he was a soul collector was the lesser of the two evils, after all she already knew he wasn't human. But he wasn't about to give in that easily.
"Something else that you've yet to encounter, and if you're lucky you won't ever see again." He smiled thinly. He'd answered her question, not very well but he'd answered it and she couldn't complain.
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Nov 20, 2008 11:02:43 GMT -1
Esme sighed slightly, "Of course it's not all common knowledge for people who are not like yourself, but I mean: for people of this world. I'd assume that they all know about the council, even if they did not know who they all are."
Esme groaned when Judas decided to answer her question vaguely once more. There was nothing that she disliked more than vagueness. Of course, she was taught that you could twist vagueness to your own will, but Esme was not in the mood for a cross examination that day.
Esme began to nervously rub her elbow, there was something more to this person, she just wanted to know what it was. "So..." she said, searching for something to say, "How often do you come here?"
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Post by Judas on Nov 20, 2008 20:30:07 GMT -1
“Alright, fair enough.” He said when she said that she’d assumed that everyone in the supernatural world knew about the council. That was probably true, but he and the others made damn sure that as few people as possible knew who actually made up the council and how few of them there were. They liked to let people think that they were more of an army than a protest group. If fear was the only thing that kept the supernatural in the closet then that was just fine with them.
Judas smirked at her groan. He wasn’t going to answer her question, but least he could do was give her some sort of explanation as to why. “Look, I’ve got my reasons. Contrary to popular belief, I do not go out of my way to be an ass. If you want something to call me then make up a name, it’s just a word after all.”
He paused. How often did he come here? The truth was he’d been coming to the market a couple times a month since the council had been in London, which was centuries. Course the shopkeepers changed so there was no real danger in someone noticing his longevity. “Often enough. The woman I live with gets picky about my clothing.” He wished by some miracle Morgan had heard that.
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Nov 20, 2008 23:52:23 GMT -1
Esme giggled at the man's suggestion, "Would you mind if I called you a freak then? Perhaps a sacrilegious freak?"
She always found that the most touching subject in any person's life is religion, perhaps if she could figure out his she could figure out what type of person he was. Of course, she wasn't religious, she could be tagged as a Christian or a Wiccan, but neither one upset her. She was without religion. This man seemed to have one, most definitely, and if Esme could figure that out then perhaps she could figure out what he was.
She had actually realized that if a person was in the world of the supernatural, they were closely tied to the basis of any main world religion. Depending on their jobs, their species, their affiliation, they had a religion that could be defined by their lifestyles and beliefs. Perhaps finding out this man's would tell her what member of this world he was.
She decided to test her theory, "How do you feel about people who start their own religions or believe in religions with no specific basis whatsoever, like the Jedi or Scientology or Wiccans?
She smiled knowingly at his statement about the woman he lived with being critical when it came to his clothing. "That sounds a lot like how my mother always criticizes how I dress."
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Post by Judas on Nov 21, 2008 0:12:45 GMT -1
A bitter laugh escaped him at the mention of him being sacrilegious. Either she had terribly good insight or it was an impossibly good guess. Did he really scream sin that loudly? Of course the girl couldn't know anything about his past, it was probably a reference to the demonic energy he knew he gave off. "I think freak is rather good description actually, bravo."
Judas raised an eyebrow as she continued with the topic of religion. It was an odd subject for someone of her age to want to discuss. Either she was religious herself, all the more reason to avoid telling her who he was, or she just liked to bring up risky topics on first meetings.
He took another swig from his flask while he thought how best to answer. "I don't really have any grudges against those sorts of people. To each their own. I'm not going to worry about people's souls if I don't have to." Fat chance he had of forgetting about his own soul burning in hell or all the demon marked ones Lucifer sent him to collect.
He replaced the flask in his jacket pocket and shrugged. Morgan wasn't critical of what he wore...at least out loud...she just complained when his clothing got filthy enough to smell.
"What about you? You religious?"
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Nov 21, 2008 0:31:05 GMT -1
Esme watched intently every time he pulled out that flask and put it away, it seemed to be his vice.... probably dulling some pain that he's experienced or was experiencing. Her theory had kind of backfired on her, but there was something that flashed across his face when she mentioned him being sacrilegious, perhaps it wasn't an entirely wasted.
He turned her question onto her, how could she explain her beliefs, an odd mix of one taking care of the earth to have power, like the Wiccans, but a devout Christian but who believed in the law and order of things more than anything else without pegging herself as a religious lawyer who just so happens to be a witch. Well, no other way than attempting.
"I'm not entirely religious, I believe in Christ like my entire family, cradle Catholic that I am. But I don't quite believe most of what the Church teaches. I believe in a natural order of things, everything happens for a reason. Christ was killed because it was God's will, so that he could redeem us. Judas just got the short end of the straw in that story, like Peter got the short end when he was the one who denied Jesus 3 times instead of standing up for his teacher. Zaccheus was born a tax collector to show Jesus' love for all, the hemorrhaging woman hemorrhaged to show how Jesus could heal even without his knowledge, and we know so much about the Samaritan woman's conversation with Jesus to show that transcended all of societies laws. But I also believe that we, as humans, need to take care of the Earth, that we were given a responsibility not to ruin it like my generation does so well. If we take care of the Earth, we will be rewarded well, both in this life and in the next."
Esme made a noise, even she couldn't tell anyone what the noise had been, "I guess what I'm really getting at is that I'm religious to a point, but really a mix of all types of religions, all rolled into a person who was taught that she grew up in the Victorian Era and was meant to be nothing more than a beautiful trophy wife for some special man... I'm a pretty messed up person."
"What about your beliefs... are they any more jumbled up than my own?"
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Post by Judas on Nov 21, 2008 0:54:40 GMT -1
He listened, transfixed, to her explain her beliefs more fully than any other human he’d met before. Most knew what they were raised as but didn’t acknowledge God past that. Religion was a backseat thing in modern society for most, something to fall back on if everything else failed.
Judas laughed, and tried to cover it up by coughing when she said that he had gotten the short end of the stick for betraying Jesus. If it had been God’s will then why was his soul burning in hell at this very moment? What, was he some sort of example for mankind? Hey kids, don’t grow up to be like me or you’ll burn in the fiery pits of Hades. Maybe he’d become a motivational speaker.
“So, you’re something like a mix of Christian and Wiccan? Not that messed up for a witch, or whatever you call yourself.” He’d made magically gifted humans mad in the past for using the wrong term. Sorcerer, witch, wizard, magician, warlock…it was all the same to him. “And you have opinions, you’ll make a terrible trophy wife.”
His usual grimace widened when she asked what his own beliefs were. “Religion waved bye, bye to me a long time ago. K?” There was a heaven and a hell, a God and a Satan but he was already burning in hell and that wasn’t something that religious folks did. Or at least it wasn’t something they were supposed to do, he guessed religious didn’t always mean good.
“So, the Lolland family of lawyers native to London?” He asked, clearly changing the subject and not caring that it was obvious. He would normally have just left and ended the conversation there but this girl was curious, a reaction like that to the topic of religion would only make her curious about him which was not something he needed.
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Post by Esme M. Lolland on Nov 21, 2008 1:08:27 GMT -1
Esme looked at the man inquisitively, how could any one person feel that religion abandoned them so terribly. Even those who choose not to believe in a religion had at one point believed in something and know that they can always fall back on it when life gets too rough for them to pretend any longer.
"Witch," she said, absentmindedly when the man had stated she was a Wiccan. Then she stopped herself and raised her eyebrow, "Did you figure that out by yourself, or did you have help of some sort? Vlad? Someone else, perhaps?"
She noticed his attempt at a change of subject and Esme accepted it openmindedly. She had at least gotten enough out of the man that he felt he had no religion to fall back upon, he was obviously one that knew that there was both a God and something worst, and was betrayed by one and dislikes the other. Not quite a Fallen Angel, but Esme couldn't fathom why Satan or whoever the other one was, would deny those who followed him... this man wasn't exactly too nice for the evil ones.
"No, the Lollands actually hail from Leeds. Largest business center, after London herself. But it's too much alliteration for one family, Lolland Law firm of Leeds," Esme laughed.
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