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Post by SETH MASSRI on Mar 5, 2010 17:55:54 GMT -5
 isabelle, 696, phil collins oh, the power to be strong
and the wisdom to be wise
all these things will come to you in time
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He was reading a novel by Karen Chance that wasn’t just about vampires, but had mages and other fantasy creatures too. He had just started it, and so far it wasn’t too horrible. The writing style wasn’t what he preferred, since Seth tended to fancy old English, but the story line was good. Definitely more interesting than some books he had read. The small café he sat in was rather vacant, allowing him for peace and quiet to read in. There was a couple in the back, a family of four a few tables away, then the two workers behind the counter. The sun hadn’t fully set yet, casting rays or orange and pink over the old architecture of the city. Despite how weakened the sun made him, he liked waking early enough to catch the setting sun. It was beautiful, and he was glad that light didn’t make him burst into flames like the folklore said.
He was dressed rather nicely in comparison to the shabby café he sat in. He was in a pair if nice jeans that must be new. There was a little scuff to the bottom, but they were otherwise in good shape. His shirt was a blue and white checkered button down with the collar neatly folded and the bottom left un-tucked. Over his shirt was a deep brown wool jacket that he was wearing more for show than to keep warm. From what he gathered from the human minds there was a bitter chill to the air, but he barely felt the cold any more. He was old enough that only extreme temperatures mattered to his preternatural body. Really, Seth just liked the way the dark color looked against his caramel skin. Vain? Perhaps just a tad.
He couldn’t help but keep some of his royal habits. He had a thing for canes, buying hundreds even though he no longer needed them. All mortal illness had been cured when he was turned over, but his fondness for canes still remained. He also couldn’t shake his love for the expensive, and had his home lavished in the finest furniture he could find. Why not? None of this stuff put much of a dent into his finances; he had had three thousand years of wealth in dozens of banks across the world. Money was no object for him, which was why he got up to purchase yet another mug of coffee. He hadn’t actually had a single cup of the liquid, and instead let it cool off while he read his novel. He knew better than to drink the stuff, since a hyper ex-Egyptian pharaoh was probably not a good thing.
The worker behind the counter made a joke about him being up all night, to which he kindly stated that that was his plan. He gave the girl a friendly smile and some coins, going to sit back down before she could give him his change. He took a small sip of the coffee as he slid back into his seat, listening to the humans around him and going back to his novel.
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Post by ISABELLE JUSTINIAN on Mar 22, 2010 12:11:31 GMT -5
* ISABELLE ( THEODORE ) JUSTINIAN ,
 
Another night, another play, another sip of coffee. Theodora hadn't hopped on the coffee bandwagon until the 50s, when it really started to get big among the American humans. She adored them, so anything they tried out, she tried out. She had tried all the styles and all the fabs that the culture took on and she had even tried all of the drinks and drugs and whatever nonsense the humans had taken to liking. Out of all of them, coffee had become her favorite, something she had come to drink quite often, especially now that she was constantly surrounded by her human peers. After two thousand years on this planet, being surrounded by humans on a constant basis was beginning to wear her out, though the enjoyment had yet to fade away. They were human, all of them different and all of them entertaining and enlightening in their own way. Even after generations of men and women, Theodore had yet to see everything there was to see. Sure, she got bored of her situation every now and then, but all she had to do is move to another city and meet a new group of people. Now that she had become fully settled into this new city, the ancient empress was beginning to grow used to her situation. Still, she loved this place and the people she was surrounded by, so moving to another city was not in the cards for her just yet.
Pale heels clicked into the cafe in a graceful stride, slow yet confident. Deep brown curls bounced around her shoulders and down her back with each step, revealing her confidence just as much as the tender smile plastered to her face. The humans chattered amongst themselves, sharing stories of love and happiness, depression and pain, and stories of triumph and loss. Their stories already fascinated her, and with each step she took she listened in to their words, her smile growing at the stories they told. Reaching the counter, the vampiress politely greeted the cashier and order her drink, handing the young woman too much money and refusing to take any change. Money meant very little to her due to the fact that she was a vampire; she could get whatever she wanted if she really tried. That was why she was dressed so well tonight, with her fine trench coat and flowery blouse, to the high waisted trousers and the fine jewels that adored her body. If she could say so herself, she looked pretty fine tonight. Not that it really mattered, she hadn't had a lover in ages that she felt the need to impress with her looks. It was all about the inner beauty for her anyways!
It was as if she had suddenly been hit by a ton of bricks. That funny little feeling in her gut that tingled and made her shiver. That feeling she only got when he was nearby. Ice blue eyes snapped to a tiny table behind her, gazing at a figure she hadn't seen in decades. ”Little king?” she said aloud but quite enough that only a vampire could hear, without even realizing it at first. Were her eyes deceiving her? Was this young man the boy she knew so long ago? Was it truly him? Theodora was so enamored by the sight of this fellow that she didn't feel the tap on her shoulder by the cashier who was handing her her drink at first. Eventually, the vampire tore her gaze away from the man and grabbed her drink, thanking the cashier with a smile and a wave.
Stepping away from the counter, Theodora waited for a reply, knowing that if this truly was her little king, then he would reveal himself to her immediately. She could only hope she wasn't making a total fool out of herself...
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Post by SETH MASSRI on Mar 23, 2010 12:22:48 GMT -5
isabelle, 686, phil collins oh, the power to be strong
and the wisdom to be wise
all these things will come to you in time
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - While Seth didn’t mind being able to read the thoughts of humans, he would give that up to be able to read the thoughts of the vampires’ he has made and the one who made him. He had made mistakes with his Master in the past, and still harbored guilty feelings. He had apologized for those mistakes centuries ago, but he still felt bad for abandoning his Master. All of the vampires he had made left him at some point or another. Not a single one stayed very long. He wished he knew where they all were. Where the Chinese Empress he made was, his dear friend Mushu, and the Saint Theodora. No, he should be grateful for what he had. He should be grateful he had been given this gift rather than dying of sickness. Cain had given him a new life. A healthy life. Immortal life. He was grateful for it, he should stop whining about his loneliness. There were plenty of other vampires in New Orleans to spend time with.
It had been a long time since he had gone by the name Tutankhamen. As a freshly turned vampire, it was the last name he had used. Over time he had stuck with the name Seth, modern times sneaking up and making the name “Tutankhamen” too noticeable. While he missed going by his original name, he understood the need to go by something different. How many Tutankhamen’s did you meet in a day? None. The only Tutankhamen that had ever existed, in the human’s minds, was the child pharaoh he had once been. Did he miss being a pharaoh? Not in the slightest. He enjoyed being a drifter much more than he ever thought he would. He liked wandering through time, always there, but never recorded. He liked it being like that. He liked the only recollection of what he once was being the sarcophagi everyone was to obsessed about. By the way, that slave hadn’t died of malaria. He had had malaria, yes, but that was not what he died from. Seth would assure you of that.
He didn’t notice the woman who stepped in, of course feeling the vampiric power from her but too engulfed in his novel to bother looking up. The main character of this book wasn’t very alluring, but her companions were. Jack the Ripper was one of the vampires in it, and he couldn’t help but feel relief that he hadn’t actually been turned, and that it had only been one of his victims. There was also the Man in the Iron Mask in this novel as well, with intrigued him. Raphael, the painter. Mircae, one of the vampires he knew of in his life, was also in this book. There were a lot of characters in the book that he had known in his travels, but very few were accurate depictions as far as personality went. But he couldn’t really expect a mortal to get it so accurate when they relied on books for their information.
He could still feel the power coming off of the woman that entered, hearing her speak and being ripped away from his book. Her voice had been more than loud enough for him to hear, but much too soft for a mortal. He hadn’t seen her in decades! He looked up from his novel and shut it gently, a clam smile on his boyish face as he rose in a series of gestures as close to a mortal’s as he could get them. His eyes swept over her figure, looking for differences he knew he wouldn’t find. She looked exactly as how he had last seen her, less flushed. Had she fed tonight? His smile grew ever so slightly at the sight of her attire, well put together and very fitting for her. He had to admit, he was fond of the pet name she had for him. He walked toward her as she took her drink, opening his arms for a friendly embrace. “My saint,”
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Post by ISABELLE JUSTINIAN on Mar 23, 2010 15:49:18 GMT -5
* ISABELLE ( THEODORE ) JUSTINIAN ,
It really was turning out to be one interesting night. Not only had the first performance of her new play run without any complication, but Theodora was feeling in an unnaturally good mood. Perhaps it was the sudden appearance of her master, Tutankhamen. It had been decades since she had seen that boyish face, so gentle and youthful yet so strong and wise. The years this boy had lived through were vast and plenty, while his face was still as youthful and beautiful as she remembered. The ancient empress found herself grinning at the figure before her and the out stretched arms that called out to her. Her feet quickly sprung into action before her mouth could utter a word, and the saint soon found herself clutching the little king tight against her. ”Where have been all this time?!” she giggled, her voice as giddy as a young human girl. It was obvious she had surrounded herself with humans for a while now, so much so that most of her mannerisms were so human she could just about fool anyone.
Letting go of her creator, Theodora flashed him a pearly smile and patted his cheek gently. ”Look at you! Not a day older than when I last left you, you sly little thing.” she grinned looking him over. Dressed in the finest; not a surprise for the ancient king. He seemed to be in the same kind of state as the last time they met, so many years ago. In fact, Theodora could hardly remember the last time she saw Tut, was it in Egypt? Or perhaps during her travels throughout Europe? Maybe her sire could remember. But that wasn't really important now, all that really mattered was that a dear old friend was with her once again.
Theodora let out a warm laugh, her ice blue eyes smiling over the little king. She hadn't realized how much she had missed this little fellow, the one who had taken her mortality and turned it into something better. The one who gave her the opportunity to live on this earth for all eternity in order to do good. Thanks to him, she had been able to live a life amongst the humans, aiding them in any way she could for thousands of years. She was so thankful for everything this man had done for her, and she could only hope he understood how much he meant to her.
”And what, may I ask, brings you to New Orleans, my little king?” she asked gently, removing her trench coat to reveal the pale pink flowery blouse underneath.
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