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agentlelog2019-01-29 03:12 pm
championbittersweet) wrote in agentlelog2019-01-29 03:12 pm
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Seven notes of warning in the summer sky
Who: Jonathan and Allairavar
When: First official morning
Where: The practice fields
What: Post training talks
Warnings: Well it's about vampires so there's definitely going to be talk about blood and whatnot.
Jonathan had been preparing to turn in for the day when they'd all been summoned to the practice fields for what was explained to them as a daily requirement if they resided in the housing provided by the queen. Fortunately with the season it was still dark enough during training that, while Jonathan felt on edge, he made it through unharmed. But he was exhausted by the end of it, and the sun creeping over the horizon drove him quickly inside.
All the more reason he needed to speak with their leader in this activity, the rather impressive man by the name of Allairavar. Waiting until the man was inside, Jonathan approached him, carefully making certain to avoid any windows now that the light threatened to break through.
"Sir, I wish to speak with you."
When: First official morning
Where: The practice fields
What: Post training talks
Warnings: Well it's about vampires so there's definitely going to be talk about blood and whatnot.
Jonathan had been preparing to turn in for the day when they'd all been summoned to the practice fields for what was explained to them as a daily requirement if they resided in the housing provided by the queen. Fortunately with the season it was still dark enough during training that, while Jonathan felt on edge, he made it through unharmed. But he was exhausted by the end of it, and the sun creeping over the horizon drove him quickly inside.
All the more reason he needed to speak with their leader in this activity, the rather impressive man by the name of Allairavar. Waiting until the man was inside, Jonathan approached him, carefully making certain to avoid any windows now that the light threatened to break through.
"Sir, I wish to speak with you."
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"Then you will meet me two hours before dawn for training. It is standard for all those in Queen's court and if you stay here, you are a part of Queen's court." He seemed quite unmoving about this point. "Secondly, why do you not feed on humans? Myself or one of the others in the Queen's Inner Circle would be willing if animal blood isn't sufficient. A Red Jewel may require more than you are used to imbibing."
Noticing the creep of the sun across the floor and Jonathan's now understandable aversion to it, Allairvar flicked one finger. The curtains flutter from their holders, covering the windows. A ball of witchlight illuminated the space a moment later. "Better?"
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"If you have no concerns about the... manner of death, then I can do as you ask. Truthfully I haven't run many tests to see if there's any concerns about contamination or infection in the remains. If I can have access to a laboratory and some supplies, then I could do that just to make sure it's safe."
A laboratory would be useful for a number of other reasons as well, although before Jonathan could ask about the matter further he was thrown by Allairavar's rather blunt question. He was grateful that the curtains were drawn a moment later, allowing him to move closer and fix the Prince with a proper incredulous look.
"Why? Why would you or anyone else trust me to control myself?" Jonathan returned, disbelief apparent in his voice. "I am a monster, I don't know I could even control myself and stop from hurting or killing someone. Surely it's better not to put anyone at risk in the first place."
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"From the sound of it, you don't know if you'd harm someone or not and in my experience monsters don't question whether or not they might harm anyone. They just do as they please and delight in the misery that they spread." Pain flickered across his features and Allairavar shook his head. "I've seen monsters and I've killed them. You don't strike me as one of their number. But," his eyes narrowed thoughtfully, "you are in great pain over it. I recommend that you speak to either Prince Verim or Lady Fayura once the lady is feeling better. They maybe able to help you with some of your troubles more than I can."
Stepping past Jonathan, Allairavar refilled his mug. One finger tapped against the side, heating the brew inside until it steamed again.
"My caste is that of Warlord Prince. Most of the landen and even some of the Blood consider us monsters or at the very least rabid animals and its not without some reason. We are dangerous and in each of us exists a certain line that once someone crosses it, devastation follows. But that does not mean we have to be nothing more than instruments of destruction. You do not have to be that either. The fact that you're here, worried about it proves that fact." Monsters didn't worry about being monsters.
"For now, you will train with me and we will work on your control. If you feel it falter, you will come to myself, Prince Verim, or Lady Fayura - the strength of our Jewels will be enough to contain you until you are yourself again." None of that sounded like a request or that Allairavar was looking for Jonathan's input. "As for the laboratory, you can ask Healer Jesiree," they Yellow Jeweled healer from the the night of the attack, "to see her facilities here. If you require something more elaborate, you might have to speak to the landen Medicos."
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For all that he might speak of Warlord Princes being dangerous, Jonathan had a hard time picturing it as anything close to what might happen if he lost control himself. Possibly because he had yet to truly understand what a Warlord Prince was and the sort of power they had, while his own experiences were far more intimate and vivid in his memory.
But by the sound of it, Allairavar also didn't intend to allow him much room to avoid the matter. Jonathan's jaw tightened and he looked as though he wanted to continue arguing for a moment, but instead he let out a sound closer to a growl of annoyance.
"Very well, if you insist I will do as you command, Prince. But I do not think it a wise course of action."
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Allairavar's wings stretched a little and his head canted to the side in thought. Or perhaps he waited to see if Jonathan might decide to argue after all. When no other protest came, Allairavar flashed a brief, pleased smile. "Does daylight tire you?"
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"It does," he admits, still studying the other man's wings. "I usually sleep around dawn and wake at sunset. But I can remain awake so long as I am inside and away from the sun."
And with the window shielded, he can focus entirely on satisfying his curiosity now. "You have wings, are you a different species? Is it common here for some to have wings and others not to?"
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"There are two races in Terrielle that have wings. I am Eryien." His wings flexed again in what looked like pride, but there's an unmistakable sadness in Allairavar's gold eyes. "Eryiens are one of the long-lived races. Unfortunately, there are few of us left now. Our nature is more combative than most so, when the wars broke out after the cataclysm, Eryiens fought on the front lines too many times." His lips quirk downward, but as Allairavar rubbed the back of his neck, his expression smoothed out once again.
"I take it wings are not common where you're from?" He asked with genuine curiosity. Having all of these strangers running around wasn't an easy thing to accept, but it was fascinating.
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Although looking at how those wings flexed, Jonathan has to admit that there was clearly much different here from London.
"No, nothing that isn't human, I'm afraid," he says, moving to look more at the other man's wings and how they flex and fold. "Or that was widely known of. My kind keep to themselves and I've never seen any with wings. May I look at the articulation?"
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At the request, Allairavar's brows rose with a hint of suspicion in those golden eyes. However, he eventually nodded and extended both wings as much as he could in the space. Both of them arch up and away from his back, ruffling the leather vest that Allairavar wore in lieu of a shirt.
They were not unlike bat wings in general shape and look. Dark and leathery. There the similarities ended, most notably that Allairavar's wings were not akin to forelimbs and couldn't be used for ground maneuvering the way that a bat's would. The skeleton over which membranous flesh stretch was thicker as well and harder. There were scars on his wings. Some large. Some small. But great in number.
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"Fascinating," he murmurs. "I'd appreciate a chance for a closer look at a later time, if you're willing. I'd like to see how your musculature is different from a typical human specimen, particular at your back. If there's an x-ray facility I'd like to take a look at your skeletal structure. It'd be worth knowing in case of any injury in the future."
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"X-ray? You mean the landen technology that allows for photographs of a persons insides." The disdain in his Allairavar's voice was crystal clear. "If you've an interest in Eryien physiology, there are books the the library that might whet your curiosity." He paused, canting his head to the side. "Not as many as there used to be."
"Did you need anything else, Jonathan Reid?" Allairavar sipped his coffee.
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"No, but I thank you for your understanding in this... delicate matter," he said, making note about that remark about the texts to ask after later, once he'd gotten a better look at this library.
"Thank you for your time, Prince."
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