Betrayal of Tragedy
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Betrayal of Tragedy by S. M.
"The job, Marius... I donna have time for your constant prattling about morals and how we should respect these... mortals..." Arms twisted behind his back, hands clasping each other to support the regal sort of appearance. Staring out through the panes of glass into the snowy storm outside, Ravek's black eyes slithered in their sockets as they searched the snowy mass for movement. His pale skin gave him the appearance of a marble chisled statue, a medium hieght and baring the features of a most handsome elf. Behind him sat a less then appreciative to look at figure. Aside from the equally pale skin, his features where far from handsome. But that would depend apon who had looked at him.
Hair adorned this man in great quantity, arms, hands, and even a gruff beard around his face. The features would at first remind one of an animal did they not look through the features to the eyes which kinderd a sort of haplisness and loss in each brown orb. Turning slowly on his heels to face Marius, a viceous grin spread over Ravek's face showing both fangs in all their glory.
"Ye know me feeling on this lad... I nary ever did care for those blighters in high I did, but to do this? Bloody disgraceful! Bloody tis, aye... and demands retribution!" With each word the Gangrel's eyes turned more from their human state to a more predatory sort of gleam.
"So you would have me repay violence with violence? Not that I have any qualms with this... but this doesn't do much for my enigmatic position... they will take actions against me for this... IF you somehow persuade me the risk is worthy of course..."
"Aye lad, it will be... as te' ye workings... I have the Prince's full support in this business I do... blighter wants to see those damn Tzimisce gone as much as I!"
Moving slowly as Marius talked, Ravek crossed the room and took up one of the large broadswords hanging on the wall there. Testing its wieght as a butcher might a piece of meat, he places it back and turns about to reply. "Then I shall nary worry as to being found out... how now then of my compensation for this deed?"
Maruis's face turned dowr at that, standing slowly as he considered how to properly articulate this most important part of the discussion. He was, after all, allocated only so much by his Elders to bribe this great vampire to do their dirty work for them.
"40,000 crowns... and three of... connections, if ye will lad... in the higher ups of the city... take me meaning?"
His intrest peaked, Ravek turns to regaurd his animalistic friend and raises an eyebrow. "Thats all? Hrmph... well, very well then... but do tell thine betters tis merely because I become soft in my old age... and I WILL be expecting the nobles lead directly to my abode when this is over."
Nodding emphaticly, Marius moved towards the door, secure in the knowledge the information that had been provided to him about Ravek's 'weakness' for Noble blood had been quite correct.
"Oh... and one more"