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Post by jasmine isabella fowler on Jun 2, 2011 18:09:51 GMT -5
Jasmine tried to look at Angelo as best she could from her own cage. She knew now was not the best time to try to speak to her other brother but she noticed he had been quiet during this whole conversation until now. It looked like he was talking himself and she wondered if he was trying to contact Dorian. She didn't think she had ever seen two brothers as close as them. However, if she tried to ask Angelo if he knew how their brother was doing, it would blow her whole cover. In fact, it was Angelo's fault for picking such a bad time to talk to himself or talk to his brother, whichever came first.
She was then completely shocked to hear him speak loudly to the vampire in front of them. Uh-Oh[/color]. After that remark she didn't know what kind of trouble they would get into next. "Why are you sorry? I told him our aunt's name and he summoned that thing that looks like her. She's probably going after...."she stopped in mid-frantic sentence. She dare not say their brother's name because who knew what this vampire would make of it, probably another human to capture and collar. Dorian was not meant to be treated like the vermin she, Bianca, and Angelo were treated like. No human was meant to be treated like this. Jasmine forgot about what she was going to say when she thought she saw him smile. Had he heard Dorian's voice in his head? If he was trying so hard to hide it, it must mean good news. It could only mean one thing; Dorian and Bianca's sister were indeed alive, but for how long?
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Post by Erebos on Jun 5, 2011 16:37:20 GMT -5
Getting bored of the human pity party, Erebos pulled out his wallet. He extracted a card, one very rarely used in times square, but one he would use none the less. He took a pen out of his pocket and wrote in a steady hand on the back of the card even though there was nothing holding it but his palm. Writing like that was an acquired skill that he had picked up in the middle ages. It was neccisary when riding horseback. Parchment was a slight bit more sturdy back then as most of it was made by animal byproducts instead of trees, but still the tip of his pen never pierced the card as he wrote to feed the pet until he returned, unless it was more than a week from this day.
He reached up with the card and placed it in the small holder on the front of the cage so the pet tenders could see it and take it to the Master to see his claim. Then he stepped back and spoke to the girl, completely ignoring the wretch in the other cage. Male slaves were somewhat revolting in his opinion, and so long as he didn't have to, he would rather pretend they just didn't exist. "I am leaving now. Hopefully when I return the one next to you will be bought or dead, and you will be ready to stop lamenting your race's lot in this world. When I return, maybe you will be ready to try and save those that are still on this side of the bars." With that he turned and started to stride away, throwing the now cold coffee into a waste basket that was still well within hearing distance back the way he came.
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