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Post by Dontei on Feb 7, 2013 15:59:29 GMT -5
Gregory had his ghoul pull over to the side of the road when he crossed the the city lines. He had heard that the Famous Trinity Nightshade was the head of the Chantry here and he intended to apprentice himself to her.
When the big RV came to a stop, he folded as much stuff away as he could and drew all the symbols necessary on a large dry erase board he took off the wall and placed on the floor. He stripped off all his clothes revealing the tattoos that covered him from neck to toes over his small frame. Geomantic symbols very carefully scribed onto his flesh told the story of his magic to anyone that could read the symbols.
He stepped to the center of the board and drew the final circle. Using tongs he grabbed two stones out of the oven, one onyx cut into a perfect sphere and another tigers eye in a perfect pyramid and dropped them into a pot of water, as the steam came up he grabbed his mirror and his eyes glazed over, he began to speak, his voice had an other worldly echo to it. "I am Gregory Gaul. I enter your city to join your chantry in peace and respectfully request permission to meet"
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Post by amaranth9 on Feb 7, 2013 18:06:10 GMT -5
A slightly irritated sounding female voice responds mentally "Welcome to El Cajon, make your way to the temple of the ancient trinity. I expect you can find it without further instruction."
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Post by Dontei on Feb 7, 2013 18:12:39 GMT -5
Gregory has his ghoul, a beautiful blond haired woman, drive their busted up RV through town and stop for directions a few times before finally pulling up to the church. He hops out and instructs her to wait here until he comes back, and if he isn't back before sun up to take the RV and head back home. He knew Trinity didn't like being sought out for instruction, but he was sure he was different. He had something she hadn't seen before. He walked up to the front entrance and pulled the door. Finding it locked he cursed himself for being so stupid, of course she would lock the door, no one would want mortals just waltzing in anytime they pleased and knocked on the door.
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Post by amaranth9 on Feb 7, 2013 18:40:09 GMT -5
The door drifts open silently and candles jump to light in ancient wall fixtures. As you walk in the only lights that spark to life lead to the former worship area, now with pews replacing book cases with locked paneled glass sit were the people would normally be.
from the area of the alter a African american woman clad in white leather and snow white hair gauges with cold green eyes. she walk slowly closer a large ornate walking stink making muffled sounds on the carpet.
"So you seek to join the Chantry of El' Cajon, tell me of your training teacher and maker." she say her voice not making it sound like an option as she circle like a wolf about its prey.
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Post by Dontei on Feb 7, 2013 18:49:18 GMT -5
He looks at her, beholding the woman who has made a name for herself selling enchanted wares all over the world, suddenly he is unsure of himself. Maybe he wasn't special. Maybe his ghoul would be driving the RV home by herself at dawn. It's too late to turn back now, if he tried surely she would cut him down just for wasting her time. He steps forwards and begins unbuttoning his shirt. As his shirt falls open she would see the tattoos that tell of his magical training. Using simple shapes and purposeful lines it tells the story better than any spoken language could. As he undresses completely, the entirety of his training is exposed, like a spellbook on flesh, everything he knows is written on him in ink on flesh, the language of it alone would tell her he is a rare sorcerer. A Geomancer, and a masterful one at that. He has mastered a few other paths as well, but those were more or less commonplace, and not of interest to a woman as well versed in the Arts as she.
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Post by amaranth9 on Feb 7, 2013 19:17:14 GMT -5
Trinity grabs his arm in a strong grip looking over the writing lifting the appendage in to the air after a moment she laughs genuinely and loud.
"I have seem a lot of applications in my time but never one such as yours"
She drops the arm looking him over her mind devouring the information at a rapid speed,her eyes darting, she fold her hands on the top of her cane.
"Now put your cloth back on you offend me, though i am found of trough answers. I see you learned geomancy and have mastered it. to the common extent. This is interesting to me for now we are the only of are clan in this city, i came as a favor to a friend and for the privacy this danger zone provides. So i will tell you flat out you may reside here you may work her but this building is mine...not just my on paper but it obeys me and does my bidding it will tell me your secrets and hide mine. if you attempt in anyway to steal knowledge from me about the magics i have personally created i will rip your soul from your body beat your ghoul to death with it and leave you fetished to a petrified dog turd till the Antediluvians rise and Cain himself let you out. you got me?"
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Post by Dontei on Feb 7, 2013 19:24:22 GMT -5
"So then this is not a Communal Chantry but your personal residence?" He looks about the place "I am not here to steal from you. I am here because you know something that only you know, and I know something I am certain you do not, and that you are very unlikely to find anyone else that does, therefore I propose an apprenticeship. We can trade secrets and we both grow from it."
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Post by amaranth9 on Feb 7, 2013 19:43:54 GMT -5
The woman strikes the ground with her cane gritting her teeth.
"In the door for less than a few minutes and you propose I be your teacher you presumptuous little shit. You come in to my home and wave your single solitary redeeming quality in my face like it were gold.
You found it out! you learned it! Are you some magnificent thing? Maybe a being beyound my comprehensions that this alone would somehow compelled me into falling all over you? To trade my many rare and personal paths, created and know only to me in return for something I could simply rip from your mind.
Something I someone of near legend, that stood toe to toe with Goratrix himself could not simple ask and not have handed to me? You think yourself worth for having walked through the door?"
Her grip on the cane trembles and blue electric sparks dance over her skin. her hair drifting up in a phantom breeze.
"These are not rhetorical questions neonate. speak for yourself that i might know you are not the fool you appear."
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Post by Dontei on Feb 7, 2013 19:59:38 GMT -5
"Firstly, I am not a neonate, Secondly, you couldn't rip anything from my mind, or from my soul, safe guards are already in place and I don't think you would want to go to all the trouble to attempt it. Thirdly, I'm not some trembling little neonate with nothing to offer back. It's simple really. Your fame draws people to you, and if you didn't like that maybe you shouldn't have put your hallmark on everything. No, I think you rather like being sought out for your knowledge, it makes you feel superior.
"And maybe you should feel superior, its not everyone that can make the items you do, but you are not unique, you did not forge Talbots Chainsaw, or Einkurns Sword. With My talents and ingenuity, mixed with yours, we could make Einkurns Sword look like a tooth pick not fit to grace a sandwhich made at Subway by a snot nosed teenage boy with acne and a hard on for his teachers used up vagina."
With all his brevity used up, it took all he had to remain strong in his knees after the display he just put on, but he knew he was either going to be taken on as an apprentice, or wake up with a sun burn, those were the only two outcomes he would allow. He hadn't come this far to be turned back.
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Post by amaranth9 on Feb 7, 2013 20:28:46 GMT -5
"Ingenuity," she laughs derisively "I saw nothing on your application that showed you did anything of your own and to spite my fame, you seem to have missed to memo that i do more, have invented more of my own paths then just the ability to create trinkets Many.
I put my stamp on these because i will never make a child. I am unique I do not follow the creations of those that came before but blaze my own trail into the unknown.
and don't try your pop psychology on me assuming you know my mind or motivations.
"I see you stand with fake resolve but the air screams your fear to me. you have nothing i have not seen or heard of before and nothing you made of your own. Not knowing what i am capable of you have the foolish thought to tell me what I could or couldn't do to you? While you labeled them out on your flesh for all to read. It's not resolve i see in your eyes or even determination is miss placed pride, you come here and think we are a match made in heaven like it is a thing for you to decide what I want in a student.
I see nothing but shadows of what you might be and nothing of note yet. So no i will not be your teacher, and if you keep up your pushy additude and self entitle insolence i shall not be your hostess either.
Now if you think you are truly worthy I give you three choices.
first duel me now impress me and i'll consider teaching you.
Second spend a year and make something of your own that is impressive and i may teach you.
Failing those in one years time if you have not shown yourself to be creative brilliant you my try then to face me magic to magic and die on that day either way you will not mention this to me again or i will test these wards of yours and see what protection you have."
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Post by Dontei on Feb 8, 2013 17:12:24 GMT -5
Gregory looked at Trinity in a new light, now his fear had been melted by indignation. She may be more powerful than him, but that is merely because she was around first, in his time, he could accomplish as much, or more. And she was not going to insult him into thinking he couldn't.
"You want to duel me, in one years time? Because I admire what you have done and know that I could take it further? You think only originality is worth while? Everything you have ever thought, and I mean absolutely everything, is only an amalgamation of past thoughts and experiences that were only put there by exposure to someone elses' thoughts and experiences. The greatest of inventors, indeed the greatest of inventions come from when someone takes knowledge so far, teach to someone else, and they view it through their own scope, add their zeal to it, and improve on what came before.
" The axle followed the wheel. It wasn't thought up from the ground up without the idea of a wheel already being there. So it follows with magic, you thought up the Path of Enchantment, there were precursors to it, namely, Enchant Talisman. You took a ritual and turned it into a path. Hardly original, creative sure, but original, not even close. So if all you want to do is stand on stolen glory, and battle me over unearned honorifics, then in one years time, you will feel my presence approaching, and you quake with fear at the power exuding from me. And you and the rest of the Tremere, the council and every vampire that ever had the Curse of Cain will know who I am, and they will come to ME trembling asking if Gregory Gaul would grace them with instruction."
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Post by amaranth9 on Feb 8, 2013 17:28:51 GMT -5
Trinity give him a cold look, before busting out laughing.The sound pure mockery.
"Well then If i can't possibly have an original thought. and if i did create an entire path off of that singular ritual then you don't need me now do you? and you can likely face me in a years time with the five other paths of blood magic i created myself.
You are an insulting, arrogant, entitled brat. you have come in to my home demanded something only to call it worthless and unimagantive. You threaten me and the rest of are clan. I gave you your options as i am the one who can decide to pass my skills on or not based on anything i want to including disliking your brand of underwear that's my bushiness.
Now get yourself from my home and don't you dare to darken my door until you learn a students proper respect."
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Post by Dontei on Feb 8, 2013 18:32:33 GMT -5
"Well, I guess if that's how you want to be about this, then fine. I came here, and respectfully asked to be a student, in exchange for teaching you something. If you don't want to engage in fair trade, then I wont 'darken your doorstep' again." Having the discussion with Trinity that he just had he realized he was right, he wasn't leaving there until she taught him something, and she did. She taught him that he didn't need her. If she can come up with a path dedicated to enchanting things, and others had made enchantments long before him, then he could make his own items. Hell, he thought to himself, He already had. His staff was an enchantment. He merely need to break down that ritual and examine its properties.
A cold look comes onto his face. "Tell me, where is the Prince located so I may introduce myself to him?"
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Post by amaranth9 on Feb 8, 2013 18:45:59 GMT -5
"I hate being asked to Teach, I get it constantly and then they get all hurt like you are because you are not what i am looking for in a student. I have never wanted one.
You came in to my home failed to show a proper students respect and then insulted everything i have made. little wonder I am not bending to your wishes. you have a funny definition of respectfully asking."
she waves her hand and the front doors open wide.
"Jack can be found at the El Jefe its a very large building downtown. but you can call him Mr Delrez."
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Post by Dontei on Feb 8, 2013 18:54:49 GMT -5
He turns and walks out the door, without any further expression changing his face from the cold it had been. He hops into his RV and tells his Ghoul to drive. "So she agreed to teach you? How long will it take? she asked.
"She has already taught me everything I need to know" he replied.
"That was fast, did she just transfer the knowledge with a" He cut her off mid sentence
"Just drive the fucking van." He was in no mood to engage with his student at this time. His mood had likely been fouled for the rest of the week, he had just hoped he could meet with the prince without screwing that up too. El Cajon was not turning out to be the friendly place he had thought it would.
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