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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 2, 2008 8:44:49 GMT -8
Liam raised an eyebrow, impressed by the mental strength she was showing. So the girly had a backbone. He liked that.
"Only since my second life," he said amicably. He placed the flat of his hands down on his desk and leaned back slightly, making himself comfortable. "It's quite the... rewarding... line of work."
His gaze travelled away from the window back to rest on her, a faint smile gracing his lips. "It's made me quite rich," he went on, "And it's quite lovely to get rid of the trash of the Nightworld."
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Post by doreyg on Jul 2, 2008 8:52:45 GMT -8
Laurel twisted back around and stared at him for a moment, a angry expression crossing her face for a moment… Followed by a brief cameo by a fearful expression followed by…
A grunt and a increased intensity added to the scowl... Followed by a growled “I thought soulmates were usually supposed to have something in common.”
Even if some very twisted part of her does approve just slightly… But that’s the part that wanted to teach Portia and pals a proper lesson… Laurel tries not to listen to it, it’s worrying that it even exists.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 2, 2008 9:06:03 GMT -8
Ah, the anger... then fear, and there was the reappearance of that lovely scowl! And did he sense just the slightest approval?
Liam's smile grew a bit more, with appreciation, and a note of smug superiority flashed briefly in his eyes. "Really now? And you say we don't? Ah, perhaps you need to look a bit closer at those down below!"
And it was again without warning that he grabbed her arm and dragged her to the window. His hands moved to her shoulders as he maneuvered her to stand in front of him, there she would have no chance of looking away. From there he pointed over her shoulder to the first cell on the right, of a man bleeding and shackled to the wall.
"That man, there," he said with finely laced venom in his voice, "Marick Redfern. Lamia Vampire. He had a fondness for children, and I don't just mean to feed upon. And there," he pointed to another cell with a half-transformed werewolf, forever cursed into a half-form until his torture was through, "Is Antony Breedlove. He liked to transform even when it wasn't the full moon. He thought to kidnap children, bite them young, was the perfect way to create an army of bloodthirsty soulless werewolves."
He grasped her shoulders again and turned her slightly to look at a woman who was tied up by her neck, hanging from the ceiling of her own cell. "And that is little Helena, another vampire of devious deeds," She may not need to breathe, but the rope would certainly be a torture for any vampire... "She was well known for seducing husbands, only to twist their minds to follow her wishes. Each man she ensnared would then return home to their families... families that would be tortured and then killed by the men before the sun rose. This is what I do. I take care of the trash. Can you still tell me this is not what they deserve?"
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Post by doreyg on Jul 2, 2008 9:18:30 GMT -8
Laurel was unprepared again and this time she couldn’t even get anything out as she was dragged forward and forced to look down.
Oh.
She watched silently eyes widening and then made a helpless little shrugging motion, the scowl dimming to a slightly puzzled frown and a quick glance over all the people again.
Finally she gave a very reluctant nod “fine, maybe some of them deserve it… But there’s more then them isn’t there? Have all of them done terrible things?”
She twisted her head around again (gosh, her neck was starting to hurt with all the twisting) and fixed Liam with a puzzled stare.. Okay, so maybe she had to admit that she did approve of all those he had shown her being punished… But then again she stll wasn’t completely sure about the torture parts.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 2, 2008 9:22:33 GMT -8
"All have their reasons for being here," Liam said, answering her question, but leaving it unanswered at the same time. Only Liam could do something so expertly... well, no, any of Seth's employees were accomplished in that fact. They had to be. "Most I know of the reasons, some I do not. I am merely given orders by my Boss, and I follow them out as the best in my field. He is not one that you mess with, nor would I want to."
With a raised eyebrow, he made no move to back down, or back away from her. This was who he was, what he did best and he relished in it. He was not about to feel shame for it.
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Post by doreyg on Jul 2, 2008 9:27:55 GMT -8
Laurel looked up at him for a few more seconds then scowled and turned her head back to the window, looked out of the glass for a few more seconds and then twisted her head back round to Liam “who is your boss then?”
Beat.
“Don’t worry; I won’t be jumping him with a stake or anything... I wouldn’t get two steps.”
She very much doubted that Liam would follow orders from anybody but a vampire… And she was smart enough to know her chances against a vampire were miniscule.
Even if she did have a stake.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 2, 2008 9:38:36 GMT -8
"Basically God," Liam said with amusement in his tone. She was just so fun to watch! "Seth Marquis, an Original Vampire. And if you even thought of killing him, you'd be dead before you could finish. He pretty much knows everything that goes on. Has control over everything... So he's as close to a God that anyone can get. Don't argue with it, you will not win."
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Post by doreyg on Jul 2, 2008 9:57:33 GMT -8
Laurel looked at him for a few seconds more, vaguely aware that he was rather amused by her and unsure what to do about that... The answer was apparently to grunt, twist back to the window and scowl at that for a few seconds... And then to grunt again “fine, I won’t go anywhere near him with any thoughts of murder.”
Another beat.
“Can I go back to sitting down please?"
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 2, 2008 10:00:53 GMT -8
Liam put on a mock-pouty face and nuzzled her shoulder with his nose. "Aw, but I was just beginning to have fun!"
And then just as sudden as he started he was back to his over-zealous self again and backing away. "Fine, fine, if you insist." He hopped back onto the desk and gave her a calculating look. "Want something to drink?"
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Post by doreyg on Jul 2, 2008 10:08:32 GMT -8
It was only by sheer force of will that Laurel managed to avoid leaning back into the nuzzle… It’d just be embarrassing really.
It was by the same force of will that she managed to quash the sudden flare of disappointment and go back to the chair again, immediately crossing her legs again and shaking back her hair.
The question was met with quite a cold stare and a soft “what do you have?”
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 2, 2008 11:04:24 GMT -8
Liam chuckled at her stare, shaking his head slightly as he leaned back and pressed a button on his intercom. Almost instantly after, one of his employees knocked on the door and entered, waiting expectantly for orders.
"What do you want, sweetheart?" Liam drawled to Laurel.
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Post by doreyg on Jul 2, 2008 12:14:21 GMT -8
Laurel blinked, looked at the employee took a quick glance back at Liam and then turned fully to face the employee and smiled “Um, orange juice?”
She liked orange juice… And though she had the deep urge to get drunk and see how things progressed from there… Well, it would be best to follow the law for now and stay completely sober and safe.
Give her two days, then she just might end up drunk.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 3, 2008 12:12:50 GMT -8
Liam winked at his employee. It wasn't necessarily a friendly one coming from him. Even his winks were smug and threatening, and it made the shapeshifter-secretary stumble back out the door to hurry on to get what was ordered of him.
It was only a few moments later that he returned with a nice, tall glass of orange juice. Liam raised an eyebrow, before hopping off his desk and taking a seat in the chair behind his desk. His chair. As the shapeshifter shakily put the glass on the desk closest to Laurel and then practically run out the door.
Liam shook his head, smiling faintly in amusement. The shapeshifters and the werewolves were always such a paranoid bunch, especially the ones sent straight from Seth. He was quite good at training his lowers.
Once he was gone though, Liam leveled Laurel with a calculating look, grabbing a folder and spreading the paperwork out in front of him as he said, "What brings you to Vegas, witchlet?" He instinctively knew she wasn't originally from Vegas, or had been here very long. Anyone who had been here for a while knew never to go into this district if they weren't looking for trouble.
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Post by doreyg on Jul 3, 2008 12:24:03 GMT -8
Laurel gave the man another nice smile before he rushed out and took the orange juice, sipping at it fairly quickly before lowering it and looking at Liam just slightly curiously.
“A good deal of my old coven from New Salem moved here, I just followed to try and find some of them” Laurel shrugged, took another sip of the orange juice and then tilted her head and looked at Liam in a faintly puzzled way “are you going to be calling me witch or witchlet all the time?”
She very much doubted that she could do anything about it if he was intending to, apart from complain very loudly and correct him at every opportunity given.
She could be remarkably persistent when she set her mind to it.
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Post by lily tomlinson on Jul 3, 2008 12:27:27 GMT -8
"Ah, don't like the nickname?" Liam said with a chuckle, turning his head towards the papers on his desk in a cool and nonchalant way. "What was your name again?"
He tried very hard not to laugh, keeping his expression detached. He did remember her name, but it was fun to tease her.
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