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Drystan Rhys Emrys (sinsofseven) wrote in haunted_roads,
@ 2008-07-19 21:39:00

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drystan, rei

Week Twelve: Monday
Who: Drystan and Rei
Where: Le Chabanais
When: Monday Night

Oh he'd left a mess. Silly him, how could he do such a horrible thing for the well appointed staff to have to deal with. Drystan was just so ashamed of his actions. Of course he was... nevermind that this was done what one might call almost weekly. Granted the 'mess' was different each and every time because what was life without a little variety. But just the same, he did enjoy making his presence known in his business partners little venture.

And of course now he had to be even more conscious of the place with poor Isobel leaving a... well Drystan would reserve what he really thought of the thing in charge now for when he talked to him in person. He didn't like to waste his best material. But someone now needed to hang around and make sure things were run according to the level that Le Chabanais required and how could someone like Rei manage that.

Drystan was certain it was impossible because you could take the boy off the streets but you certainly can't take the street out of the boy. Or something to that extent. He knew very well who Rei was, Drystan hadn't lived for four hundred odd years without an ability to keep track of his business endeavors, not to mention that it did pay to have a large payroll that could verify whatever the fuck Drystan wished. Some days he liked to make them find stupid facts just for his own amusement. One had to find things to pass the time.

Like tonight. He'd left a very pleased little half fae in the currently messy room. She was mostly unconscious but she had begged him to keep going, he couldn't be blamed for perhaps over indulging slightly in her sweet blood. Nor could he be really held responsible for the fact that some of that blood had made it all over the furniture. She was the one who kept moving and kept insisting that she wouldn't break. Unfortunately she did. And was rather loud about it in the process. Her leg would be better in a few days... hopefully. No one wanted to fuck a gimp so she'd better hope that it healed, not that she was complaining at the moment.

Drystan was almost sorry that he wouldn't be telling Isobel about the current state of one of her women. She always got so... riled up when he did. That irritated little twitch of her eye. Oh Drystan would miss that so. Time to see what her little boy-servant would have to say about it. Not that Drystan truly cared, but he should talk with the boy regardless... for Liri's sake and all. Always thinking of those less fortunate than him.

Now where was the boy?

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shiftersoldier
2008-07-23 09:44 pm UTC (link)

Things had been exceedingly hectic since he had come home one evening to simply find a note saying that she was going off, to the Caribbean. Apparently she was off to search for new talent, but he had never heard about any of these plans. Though since he had spent much of his time until recently chasing after a man who seemed to disappear like a phantom, it would not have been as if he was around when she would have made this decision.

The brothel had never been his job. That was not completely true, he had always run security for the most part. And his mistress was still reachable by phone and he was a quick study at most things. But his mind was having a hard time processing everything that was going on. First he had his sister now, which meant years of torment and fleeting memories were true. Then Isobel had left. He could not protect her if she was hundreds of miles away, surrounded by who knows what. Why would she have him if he was going to have no purpose?

Certainly if he was watching her investment here, he was protecting something, but what if something did happen to her? Yes, she was strong, but she had him for a reason after all. And that meant that there was no barrier between him and her… associate. And given what he now knew what he had done to his sister, in intimate detail courtesy of the same associate who he was almost certain he would have the distinct desire to kill if he ran into any time soon.

Finishing up in the office what her instructions on the answering machine were, he headed out to check to see if everything was as it should be. The first sign that something was off was the scent of blood drifting up to his nose. Blood. Why was he smelling blood, and so much? His eyes narrow and his head started to hurt. Someone was hurt. It was his job to protect, why was someone hurt?

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sinsofseven
2008-07-24 09:23 pm UTC (link)

The boy had a lot to learn about women. Or at least that would be what Drystan had to say on the matter. Wasn't the stereotype that women were as fickle as the wind, obligated to change their mind at the drop of a hat. Stereotypes had to start somewhere... Who knew the true reasons behind the lovely succubus' departure. Drystan had not been privy to her decision making process either regardless of how often he enjoyed insinuating himself into her life.

She would regret not letting him insinuate other things as well one of these days. Drystan would bet money on that little fact.

At the moment however Drystan was up to his usual. Doing all the things that would have ordinarily irritated Isobel. He didn't think her absence should disturb his regular routine. Though some of the joy of it was lost knowing that he wouldn't be able to see the twitch of her eye as he informed of the current mess he'd left in one of her impeccable rooms. Oops. What did the kids say these days... his bad?

Drystan had managed to throw on the fine dress shirt he'd worn into the club. It remained unbuttoned simply because Drytan couldn't be bothered to do anything about that. He had at least donned his pants as well. Out of the kindness of his heart. Somehow he doubted the little were that was no doubt on his way to save the day would appreciate a pants-less man... or maybe he would. Drystan really should have played that hand. Damn, another day then.

A small prick of Drystans well honed senses alerted him to the approach of Isobel's little boy toy. Instead of continuing on his search, Drystan folded his hands over his chest and angled a shoulder against the wall just outside of the room he'd left in shambles.

"Hurry up now boy, not all of us have all day..." Drystan's voice echoed down the hallway, filled with indolent sarcasm.

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shiftersoldier
2008-07-25 07:11 pm UTC (link)

The smell of blood was getting stronger, and he could definitely smell the rank scent of a certain vampire mixed along with it. The two scents were not good ones to combine in Rei's head, especially since he knew the blood was not the fucking vamp's. It was programed into him to protect. While his mistress was no longer around, it was his only purpose to protect the women that she employed.

Normally it was Isobel that held him back. Or at the very least she was the one that would often deal with the problems that the vampire brought about. But she was gone, and his mind was already in a fragile state because of that. Things had at least been running smoothly, no problem clients, but Drystan could not simply have that, that was impossible. And having seen Liri again, knowing shew as not just a flash of a dream that had not been completely seared out of his mind, Rei simply could not hold back.

Walking down the hall towards the scent, his eyes were blank, dead. Emotions were draining out of him, dissipating as training began to take over. Nothing but twisted, violent training that Drystan himself had sent Rei off to. He was almost calm when he finally came upon the lazy vampire, leaning against the wall. The blood was almost overpowering, coming out of the room.

And his mind snapped, almost audibly. Faster than he had moved in a great while, Rei's fist went straight for the vampire's stomach, hard and fast. Sure Rei was not a centuries old vampire, but his entire body was trained for nothing but to hurt those who hurt what he was supposed to guard.

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sinsofseven
2008-07-27 11:54 pm UTC (link)

Rank scent... now Drystan would be quite horrified to know that his scent was ever classified as rank not with the amount of money that he so carelessly spent on cologne alone. Though if anything such a description of him could only be accounted due to the smeller's complete lack of taste. He was part animal after all.

It was almost sweet, that he came rushing to protect someone who had so willing given every bit of her blood. In fact she'd cried out for more and Drystan had been more than willing to oblige. Of course in the end she may have gotten a little more than she'd bargained for but that was the price of playing the proverbial fire. You did tend to get burned every now again. Burned, broken limbs... something along those lines.

What wasn't sweet however was what this little were thought was an appropriate response. Clearly Isobel had skimped on the manners with this one. But then again had Drystan known she was in the market for a little toy, guard, whatever she wanted to call it... Drystan certainly wouldn't have suggested one of the blood that Rei came from. Unreliable and apparently insane as well.

Air that Drystan didn't need came out with a whoosh as Rei's fist connected with his stomach. Lazy had been the correct word to describe Drystan, smug as well. And that reason alone kept him off guard for that split second. It didn't last long however, for all his slothfulness... Drystan could be just as quick and cruel to boot. His shoulders had curled only slightly from the impact and as he rapidly straightened there was a look in his cold blue eyes that not many saw... well not many saw and lived to tell about.

"I wasn't aware Isobel enjoyed her men so stupid." Drystan said simply, his voice loaded with the coiled anger that he didn't unleash quite yet. Perhaps he was seeing just how stupid this little were was. "Though I do know that brains don't exactly run in the family..." That was practically purred as he leaned back against the wall, no longer lazy but like a snake poised to strike.

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shiftersoldier
2008-07-31 09:22 pm UTC (link)

They were both animals. Base animals that served to fulfill their needs. However they had drastically different needs, they were two drastically different animals. At least Rei did not smell like death and whatever liquid that the vampire used that came out of a bottle. For a hunter he was certainly sloppy with his scent, at least in Rei's mind.

Rei looked at him coolly as the vampire oozed anger. It was fulfilling, really. The idea that he invoked anger out of this corpse. Strange to think about, but Rei was not really in a mind to think at the moment. Drystan could say what he liked about Rei, but the truth remained that he was trained to kill. And his training had been one of the best, despite the price on his sanity.

"It's bad for business." he gave coolly as a reason. "You try killing off my girls, maybe to make up for something. But I really wouldn't recommend it." If it was his choice, Rei would put the effort to keep Drystan out entirely. Vampires were powerful, but with every bit of power there was always a draw back, something they lost. Maybe it would be better if he just started carrying around a spray bottle full of holy water. The idea of it was almost enough to bring a smile to his face. Almost.

Walking past Drystan, he went over to the girl and gathered her up into his arms. She was so tiny, so small. And pale, she was going to need help and quick. If she was not already going to die. If she did, maybe he would just have to kill one of Drystan's employees. Fair was fair, wasn't it? If the vampire could not control himself, how could he be expected as a lowly were?

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sinsofseven
2008-08-03 01:35 am UTC (link)

Hunting... really now. Drystan wasn't doing anything approaching a hunt here at the lovely brothel. Here things were just for his taking. When he was feeling his most slothful this was exactly where he went. And the exquisite cologne he was wearing only helped draw the flock in. Worry over knowledge of who had left the young fae in her current condition.... he simply didn't hold any.

Next time he should sign his name in her blood. Now there was an idea.

Impudence always earned Drystan's ire. Especially from individuals that could be bought and sold. "She's not dead and I can assure you she quite enjoyed it. The business is just fine." His girls... now that was humorous, enough so to allow a smirk to cross Drystan's features. He had sent more individuals into this particular line of work... might have been one of the few reasons that Isobel put up with him... his rather innate ability to pull in talent. Or force it. Whatever the case may be.

In fact Drystan knew a ballet dancer that would make an excellent addition... now that bore some thought. Flexibility and resilience was always a plus.

Oh the role of the hero... so very overrated. Drystan didn't move from where he stood, arms folded over his chest as he watched the little were make his way into the room to gather up the poor injured girl. Hands moved slowly away from his chest and came together in a nice sardonic slow clap. "Feel better. Glad you could save this one? She'll heal. She asked for more but I did practice some restraint." Drystan began as his shoulders pushed away from the wall to fall into step behind the other man.

"Can't say the same for everyone though. I was rather proud of your sister for not breaking as easy as the rest of them did." He finally said, close behind Rei. Now that was a card to play just for reaction alone. Determine just what the other man knew.

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