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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 16, 2015 6:56:44 GMT
Keeping time even as his mind moved a mile a minute. He looked at the options he understood what she was hinting at. Tied to a master she would be beholden to his beck and call. It would put her under the protection of that vampire and locked in by the laws of both the Vampires and Police. It would make what was theirs truly difficult. It would also necessitate her moving to be closer to her ‘Master’. If Samuel had less control over himself he would have stopped moving, he would have stopped dancing. He would have given himself over to the rage and howling he felt inside. Instead he continued dancing. He continued dancing holding her close to him.
Taking a deep breath “Vitamin V. I’ve heard of it. It’s a designer drug from out west and its bad news. Luckily there is no money in designer drugs. I make it my business to not traffic in such illicits."
He knew he was deflecting she would know he was as well. Yet it would buy him the time to process what she was attesting to. "You would uproot yourself?" Was all he would ask to begin, then he would seek out what she knew of the relationship between a vampire and those who served them. It would be a longer portion of their conversation.
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 16, 2015 7:37:57 GMT
When he didn't freak out she relaxed for a moment but then he mentioned what he knew and she though on that his assessment of it as a drug which meant at somepoint he'd either sold them or had been approached to.
Sighed softly she moved with him" I figured that if I was strong enough I won't have to..thats only non gifted weak humans right?"
Blake and her motc sweety spent tons of time apart. If this wasn't possible she didn't know what else to do" we have to stop it samuel its really bad it could have the vampire population out of control and deadly. The reason no one can reach baton rouge is cause it hit there first. The damage is massive I can't let new york be next"
Her eyes were wide and worried her tone a bit desperate she was turning to him as someone more worldly then her someone who should under stand the steaks she'd almost do anything to stop this where it was. Her plan with gates wasnt a sure thing so if he could do better she'd listen.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 16, 2015 7:53:57 GMT
The music in his head had ended and yet the danced moving to the dirge or waltz depending on what came next. As she shared what she’d thought as well as why he knew it would be a waltz. This was the beginning of something potentially miraculous. They had already beaten the odds. As such he began humming a second. His thoughts raced as per usual even as collected as they were he needed to order them further.
He was on dangerous ground here even with her. He would trust her with his life but he was the Militis of one Pride and a leader to others. If she had a true insiders look into what that meant he would be giving her the underpinnings of Lion culture as a whole. So he decided to share without using terms and titles. “I am a planner by necessity and avocation. My role amongst my people is adviser. What that means is vastly different than one would expect. It means I test the strength of our enemies and plan their downfall. If I fail the avenger steps in and takes back what we have lost."
He let that seep in then moved on. Still moving to the soaring symphony in his head. Monica unwittingly keeping perfect time." Strength in this situation of epidemic is about repelling the siege. Not routing it to its source. Another could do so. But the two must work in concert. Strong borders and a decisive strike." Yes he was mapping it out in his head as well as several alternate routes to achieve their goal and keep her safe despite her heady moral convictions.
“A small strike team that would dance behind enemy lines playing the role of saboteurs while in actuality being a a scouting force.” Bending himself down to her he rested his lips against her forehead. Placing a kiss there. As his minds worked at the logistics.
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 16, 2015 17:45:09 GMT
This calmed her she melded into him. She'd found the right person to help her and tho still dangerous it was doable and she wouldn't have to be tief to gates.
Listening and nodding her dancers braun keeping beat and movement. Del would be perfect subterfuge while she cut the head off the snake. In the mean time they would have to work with narcotics to tighten up boarders in new york and keep it clean.
Maybe if they could others would catch on and profitability would wane. They still needed reno to never do it again tho so it would need made an exsample of. His kiss soothing her further one more hurdle jumped smoothly.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 17, 2015 6:29:40 GMT
They talked and danced for a long while more. Thoughts of food gone replaced by the simple sheer joy of one mind meeting another. Thoughts shared holes pointed out and conclusions reached. It was intimate far moreso than one would think. The time spent walking through each others minds and thought processes. Moving in sync until it was apparent that sustenance must be had lest they dance and talk themselves into tomorrow.
What lay before them were series of actions taken to prevent the worse from befalling their city, their lives, those that mattered in their hearts. It would have been admirable no matter who viewed them though none would. This moment shared would lead to many more. This moment was a cornerstone to what would be between them.
Finally Samuel knew if he was feeling as he was that she would have needed to eat to recharge as well. The strum and drang of the day had finally come due. They would eat and plan and talk and be more in sync that he was sure anyone including himself would ever have thought possible. Picking up the envelope as room service arrived He quickly skimmed the contents and put it away for later discussions.
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Post by Monica Davis on Dec 17, 2015 15:34:57 GMT
When the food arrived Monica remembered none of it past the time it took to cool enough not to scorch her mouth. As soon as it was safe she ate as if she'd been marooned and suddenly found food. It wasnt refined or lady like at all and she all but ignored Samuel's amused yet disparaging looks.
The day had been both emotionally and physically taxing. The woman in her wanted to be sexy and seal their new chapter with a bit of lovin but her brain and body were at odds. She crawled onto the bed in an attempt to be enticing but by the time she reached the pillows was out.
Soft breathing fully clothed across the comforter.she'd be chagrined later and sleep like the dead now.
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Post by Samuel Banks-Walker on Dec 19, 2015 8:07:46 GMT
Dinner was as amusing as could be Monica ate like a newly infected lycanthrope. It went to show how taxed she was. He smirked watching her eat enjoying the way she embraced life even as dark as it could be for them. Dinner concluded and the plans hatched he moved into the bedroom with her. He could tell how tired she was but she fought it long enough to make it into the bed. He watched her sleep for an hour or so as his own tired muscles told him the were and would be fine as the ace slowly vanished. Using the quiet he left the room long enough to call Abel letting him know the plan.
Then up to the roof he went to meditate on the day in the way it truly deserved. He went to the roof and took a stance. Moving from one to another he shifted first one hand then another then his feet. He moved through different Kata’s until he was at one point all lion then moved back through them all man once more. It was taxing but he’d learned that by shifting in this way at least once a week his control became nearly absolute and it gave that side of himself room to breathe which lengthened the time he could go between hunts.
Hours later he was spent taxed beyond any other understanding of the word he headed back to his suite and collapsed on the bed cradling Monica with his body and slept the sleep of the dead unworried of anything save what tomorrow would bring.
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