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“…It is a straining initiation.”
The words hit the vampyre’s elven ears and he immediately had the very violent compulsion to out himself for the monster he truly was. His eyes shifted down, away from the girl, fluttering a bit in the moment as he thought about the viability of saying anything to her. She was a complete stranger, not entirely trustworthy, and Vergil would certainly be upset if he knew that Hector was running around sharing such information so…trivially. But at the same time, from the remarks she’d made through this conversation, she did not seem to be a very law abiding citizen. That, and there was some kinship to be had among those of Zaichaer’s covens– though such a thing did not mean any of them truly allied themselves with vampyres to any official degree.
He bit his lip, then spoke, “...so I’ve heard. But if you’re a Sembler, that means you aren’t blind to the fact that I’ve two marks of my own. Do you recognize them? One of them, I’ll tell you only if you guess, has…debatably the worst initiation of them all. The other is Summoning and I survived that one quite young.” The elf had chosen to be vague yet hopefully, he’d given just enough information to perhaps tempt the girl into reconsidering. “I am nothing if not resilient,” he said with a small bit of impish laughter.
This was painfully true. The boy had been ripped to pieces numerous times and Vitalis’ initiation was not a kind one to anyone. Hell, he’d even been nearly destroyed once more on his way over here– familiar with taking risks, he was not one to balk at them. Either he was in possession of extraordinarily grand fortune or he was something far greater than met the eye, perhaps even both. Unfortunately, Hector himself was unaware of the potential he possessed, though one could argue that awareness of such a thing would only invite chaos onto the realm.
“Semblance works on…structures? Excuse my ignorance, but…my education has only been exceptionally thorough regarding specific subjects. Beyond that, my expertise on anything else tends to be vague. I’m unaware of how far it extends beyond the effects on people, truth be told.” And this was true– his training was very specialized, despite how learned he might sound when he speaks, there are massive gaps to be found in his knowledge regarding a large variety of things.
Carina’s next words fascinated him. Very shortly after their arrival, Vergil had given him a pendant made out of a dragonshard– sanguinyte, meant to slake the sanguine hunger that plagued them both. It helped, certainly, though it did not alleviate such a need in its entirety. Being somewhat short sighted, he pulled at the silver chain ‘round his neck and showed it to her regardless of how wise such a choice was.
“Like this? I…have no idea where my mentor, um…his name is Vergil, got it for me, but if what’s up there has comparable value I’ve a mind to join you.” This would be a fascinating decision on his part considering he’s now intended to be working with the Inquisition, but being who he is, it is quite common for Hector to make truly mystifying decisions.
He did intend to keep his promise– should she actually guess what rune he held, he’d tell her. Granted, he was not sure she had the capacity to answer that riddle given the fact that some people had a tendency to regard vampyres as naught more than fairy tales rather than very real beings. Some had never even heard the tales at all.
The words hit the vampyre’s elven ears and he immediately had the very violent compulsion to out himself for the monster he truly was. His eyes shifted down, away from the girl, fluttering a bit in the moment as he thought about the viability of saying anything to her. She was a complete stranger, not entirely trustworthy, and Vergil would certainly be upset if he knew that Hector was running around sharing such information so…trivially. But at the same time, from the remarks she’d made through this conversation, she did not seem to be a very law abiding citizen. That, and there was some kinship to be had among those of Zaichaer’s covens– though such a thing did not mean any of them truly allied themselves with vampyres to any official degree.
He bit his lip, then spoke, “...so I’ve heard. But if you’re a Sembler, that means you aren’t blind to the fact that I’ve two marks of my own. Do you recognize them? One of them, I’ll tell you only if you guess, has…debatably the worst initiation of them all. The other is Summoning and I survived that one quite young.” The elf had chosen to be vague yet hopefully, he’d given just enough information to perhaps tempt the girl into reconsidering. “I am nothing if not resilient,” he said with a small bit of impish laughter.
This was painfully true. The boy had been ripped to pieces numerous times and Vitalis’ initiation was not a kind one to anyone. Hell, he’d even been nearly destroyed once more on his way over here– familiar with taking risks, he was not one to balk at them. Either he was in possession of extraordinarily grand fortune or he was something far greater than met the eye, perhaps even both. Unfortunately, Hector himself was unaware of the potential he possessed, though one could argue that awareness of such a thing would only invite chaos onto the realm.
“Semblance works on…structures? Excuse my ignorance, but…my education has only been exceptionally thorough regarding specific subjects. Beyond that, my expertise on anything else tends to be vague. I’m unaware of how far it extends beyond the effects on people, truth be told.” And this was true– his training was very specialized, despite how learned he might sound when he speaks, there are massive gaps to be found in his knowledge regarding a large variety of things.
Carina’s next words fascinated him. Very shortly after their arrival, Vergil had given him a pendant made out of a dragonshard– sanguinyte, meant to slake the sanguine hunger that plagued them both. It helped, certainly, though it did not alleviate such a need in its entirety. Being somewhat short sighted, he pulled at the silver chain ‘round his neck and showed it to her regardless of how wise such a choice was.
“Like this? I…have no idea where my mentor, um…his name is Vergil, got it for me, but if what’s up there has comparable value I’ve a mind to join you.” This would be a fascinating decision on his part considering he’s now intended to be working with the Inquisition, but being who he is, it is quite common for Hector to make truly mystifying decisions.
He did intend to keep his promise– should she actually guess what rune he held, he’d tell her. Granted, he was not sure she had the capacity to answer that riddle given the fact that some people had a tendency to regard vampyres as naught more than fairy tales rather than very real beings. Some had never even heard the tales at all.
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