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ValkyrPermalink Reply by ✓ Eirik Olivier Tostain on June 25, 2019 at 21:37

That morning, was a bit different for the Valkyr. Eirik spent a few hours, at the faction manor; rather than opening his shop early that morning. Normally, Eirik’s shop was always open early, with a few hours break in the afternoon and then in the evening hours. But given the fact, it was a Friday. Eirik took most Friday mornings, off. Whilst, the Valkyr wasn’t a big day-time person. Much rather preferring the night. Daytime hours, seemed best for business. Not many customers, wandered into his shop during the evening hours; not unless they were nocturnal creatures. 

The former Viking, wasn’t always at the manor full-time. His shop and craft kept him busy. When he was around the members of his faction, he was checking up on everyone/and or training those that needed help with combat and self defence/weaponry skills. Juggling both his duties to the faction and his own shop. It was a full time job. It felt nice to catch up, with a few of the members. With the dark forces, that seemed to be at work around the city. Rik was relieved, that most were alright. After all, his faction members were like family almost. Having known, quite a few for many centuries.

Despite his rather strong Viking demeanor/intimidating appearance. Eirik was known to be very protective over those, that meant something to him. It wasn’t a wise choice to mess with him. Not, unless someone had a death wish. Eirik generally, hated to hurt innocent people. Mainly, due to his rough start to a new life; when he first was first turned. The Valkyr, had been addicted to blood. After his recovery, he feared of falling back onto the same path; if he ingested too much blood. It took him a long time to get over his past fears. But The Valkyr remained cautious still, even centuries later. The only people that got his wrath, anger were enemies.

After leaving the mansion, around noon. Eirik had opened up the store. Lately, the Valkyr had his work cut out for him, even more. From making specific weapons for customers, to helping a particular young Nephilim, with training. It wasn’t often that Eirik had trained members outside of his faction. But his skills seemed quiet notorious; that others went to him for help. It wasn’t in his nature, to reject anyone who sought his help. Eirik was always glad to see someone whom was willing to learn someone knew. And him passing on his skills, was something he was always happy with. It made his job a little more worth-while. Some called, Eirik a knowledge machine; as he knew a lot when it came to combat, weapons and general things that surrounded those subjects. It wasn’t hard to tell, what his true passions were.

Business, seemed to be a bit slower today. The Valkyr had spent quite a bit of time, in the back room. Finishing off an order for one of his customers. In-between attending to customers; that wandered in and out of the store throughout the day. Unknown to him, that one certain customer, would soon catch his eye to speak. Eirik was finishing painting a new newly forged arrow. When a female voice, carried through the other-wise empty store. Setting the arrow down, to dry. Eirik wiped his hands slightly. Making his way out of the back room. Searching through the isles; for where his customer might be.

Just then, he felt someone collide with him; as he was turning a corner. Instinctively, his arms reached out. His strong hands, catching hold of the slender female, stopping her from falling backwards. Lightly chuckling, as she almost yelled her words out. “My apologies miss.” Eirik looked down at the young woman that had walked into his store. Petite-in comparison, to his bear like frame. His deep ocean blue eyes, filled with slight curiosity. Listening to her talk. Her voice, sounded quite alluring and appealing to his ears.

It seemed like he had flustered her. Lately, that seemed to be a bit of a record. Especially in the workplace. “Must be my week or two, leaving customers speechless.” Eirik joked, as she breathed out the word wow. Looking down at her, Eirik had to admit that she was indeed gorgeous herself. Her purple tinted hues, adding to her beauty. Another Nephilim. 

The Valkyr rose a slight eyebrow, at her request. “And  do you know what those particular things are?” Eirik questioned. His voice a little teasing, as she didn’t specify, what she wanted. The Valkyr, wasn’t a mind reader. So he wasn’t sure what the beauty was looking for. And he wasn’t exactly a mind reader. “Would you like, a few more minutes to look around, to find what you’re looking for?” The Valkyr, flashed her a charming,smile. To ease of, the slight intimidating look to him. It was usually, the build and height, that made him look a bit more intense and intimidating. His eyes, still subtly, taking in her appearance. From head to toe.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Svetlana Vasilyev on July 10, 2019 at 21:38

Svetlana was typically distraught, leaving her no room to think straight or pay attention; so she could only be greatful to the masculine stranger for holding his arms out, to make sure she didn't bust her ass on the floor below them. For a moment, the Nephilim ffound herself transfixed by his intense blue optics, her own dark gaze full of wonder and curiosity. After the two of them had shared a look, her eyes then wandered down to his mouth, engrossed by his smile for a split second, as he chuckled at her. "Don't worry" she expressed, smiling just as brightly as he did when he apologized "I need to pay more attention, especially in a store full of weapons. I suppose that could have been much worse" she added, grinning from ear to ear. 

Svetlana tilted her head to the side, becoming amused with him to hear him say it must be his week; that this happened pretty often, him leaving his customers speechless. "Well, you sound like quite the ladies man" she stated, her grinning  fading to only a faint smile now as her gaze settled onto the variety of weapons that lined his shelves from floor to ceiling. "You made all of these?" she asked curiously, impressed by the work she saw before her. 

 Svetlana caught onto the teasing tone he used with her, asking if she knew what those particular things were. She wasn't sure he'd be so willing to smile at her when she gave an honest answer though; considering it was the very species that he was, that she needed weapons made for. "Well" she said simply before roaming over to a gun, tracing her fingertips over it. Svet cleared her throat; when the male asked if she needed a few more minutes to look around, with that, she shook her head no. "I know exactly what I need. This gun here, would there be a way to create the chamber where it'll shoot darts that are filled with daystar?" she questioned bluntly, knowing it'd get a weird look from him since daystar was a popularly known toxic for Valkyr'. "That and perhaps a splinter gun, but the bullets need to be made out of hawthorn" she added, before picking the gun up, twirling it through her fingers before aiming it out into the distance, and withdrawing it before she ended up scaring the Valkyr. 

"Sorry. Weapons fascinate me" she admitted, letting her purple tinged eyes search his intense blue's for a few more moments; this time, really taking notice to the Valkyr. She couldn't lie, she felt threatened by him, merely because of the faction he belonged to, but her senses let her know she didn't need to fear being harmed by him. Either way, Svetlana had built a wall around herself the moment she walked in, and realized she was dealing with a Valkyr.  

"So, have you been working with weapons for a while?" she then asked, remembering all the delightful stories people had already given her about the 'weapon man'. That's what she'd heard him as on the streets, known for the magic his hands produced when building weapons, compelling people in from all different factions, even humans. 

"My name is Svetlana; Svetlana Vasilyev, figured i'd go ahead and surprise you by telling you my last name, it's no secret within your faction that i'm like a precious gem to your species, a rare diamond" she grumbled, "But that story can wait for another time; perhaps over a drink" she then added, being her blunt self for the first time in a long time. Svetlana hadn't really ever noticed any men here in the city besides Dominic, and it'd turned out to be a one time thing that each of them regretted, which surprisingly then turned into the most incredible friendship she had ever endured. 

ValkyrPermalink Reply by ✓ Eirik Olivier Tostain on July 12, 2019 at 19:02

His oceanic hues, were still fixated on the young woman. Taking in her features. Almost entranced by her brown hues, that stared back at him.  Finding her eyes, warm. The Nephilim wasn’t the first of a few clumsy customers, to trip and bump into him. Luckily, she didn’t walk into shelves full of weapons. Eirik did not want to think of the potential damage, chaos and injuries that would cause. “No, it would not be pretty, if you knocked over a shelf or two. I’d rather not even try and picture that scenario.” he said. His face slightly scrunched up. The Valkyr was always trying to make sure everything was safe and that any disasters were avoided. If possible. Nothing bad had happened yet.Besides a few customers almost dropping weapons on their feet.

Seeing the amusement, evident across her gentle features caused the Valkyr to smirk slightly. “That obvious huh?” he asked, eyebrow raised as she commented on him being a ladies man. It was no secret that the former Viking was a charmer and a flirt. Women were attracted to him, like a moth to a flame. Hearing her question about the weapons. The Valkyr nodded. “Everything apart from the guns, yes.” Guns, were the one weapon that weren't his area of expertise when it came to making them. After all, back in the olden days; such a thing didn’t exist. They were a more modern invention. A proud smile on his face.

Watching the Nephilim with curiosity. Eirik tilted his head slightly. It seemed like she knew what she was after. As she went towards the guns; that left him a bit surprised. He didn’t peg her to be a gun, sort of gal. And the Valkyr could usually tell, what weapon would suit most customers. Hearing her questions about modifying the guns; left the Valkyr with a slight unreadable expression. There was a mixture of shock, concern and unsettlement in his eyes. “I am sorry what?!” Eirik asked. It’s not that he didn’t hear. He was trying to make sure he heard her right. Her request throwing him for a loop. No one had ever made such a request. Especially, considering he was a Valkyr. Why would he create weapons to destroy his own kind?

He caught a glimpse of how, she handed one of the guns. How her slender fingertips twirled it between her grip. When her eyes landed on him again. His face was still slightly, screwed up in that confused expression.  Trying to soften his gaze slightly, when he saw her look slightly stiff. No doubt, she was either scared of him, or his expression looked dangerously scrutinising. 

“Your request...is shocking, to say the least.” The Valkyr said honestly. Folding his arms across his strong chest. “You can probably guess why, but I don’t use Daystar or Hawthorn.”

1. It would be dangerous for him. Eirik didn’t want to poison himself by accident. 

2.Selling weapons against his own kind, would be unorthodox and wouldn’t give a good impression to other Valkyrs.

3. If the weapons got into the wrong hands, he and his entire faction would be at risk.

So what the young woman was asking. Could potentially be dangerous. In more ways than one. But if she was the Nephilim, he had heard off. Then, he could understand why she was in need of those alterations, to said weapons. But he never turned down a customer before. And he wasn’t going to start now. “Never in my life, have I attempted to try what you’re asking me to do. So I am not sure if it would even work.” Eirik told her honestly. “If it doesn’t...I suggest you have in mind some alternative weapons in mind, that would be much easier to combine hawthorn and day-star with.” The Valkyr suggested.

Eirik didn’t intend to harm the Nephilim. She was protected by his faction. Nor, did he have any reasons to harm her, it wouldn’t have changed even if they weren’t keeping an eye on her.

Her next question, caused the same charming smile to re-appear back on his face. “Pretty much, All my life. And so far, it has been quite a long life.” He said with a light-hearted chuckle. But he never bothered his costumers with his real age. Not unless they were curious and kept asking questions.

As she introduced herself. So this indeed was the famous Svetlana Vasilyev. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Svetlana.” Eirik flashed her his charming smile, yet again. “You are indeed very popular among my faction. It’s a pleasure, having you visit though” And he truly meant it. He didn’t think he’d meet the said Nephilim in question. But here she was. “Although, tales of your beauty don’t compare to the real thing.” Eirik winked at her. As she made that bold comment about drinks, The Viking chuckled. “A woman, that knows what she wants. I’ve always liked that quality.” He mused. The Valkyr half debating if he should give the female his real name, or his Alias.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Svetlana Vasilyev on July 19, 2019 at 2:48

Svetlana found herself a little transfixed by him, completely engrossed if she were honest about it. The Russian Nephilim had never seen eyes quite as blue as his, and they were even harder to miss, when he smiled. His smile made his eyes just a little brighter, if that was possible. The Nephilim nodded in agreement as he spoke, chuckling softly as she crossed her arms underneath her bust, and nervously shifted from one foot to another, gazing from him, to the shelves; almost picturing it herself. "Yeah, I think i'll pass on tearing your store up the first time even visiting" she added, flashing him a playful smirk. 

The Nephilim nodded, flashing him a playful wink as he commented with 'that obvious huh'. "Oh yeah. If I didn't know any better, i'd say you're quite the natural" she admitted, finding herself just a little phased by his charm. But, she would never be the type of woman to swoon.. it wasn't who Svetlana was. She'd lived a pretty rough life, that'd left her psychically and mentally unhinged.. mostly mentally, but either way.. Svet wasnt your average female, and there were only a rare handfull of people who could tolerate her presence these days. "Impressive" the Nephilim then said, as she snapped back out of thought and gaze to the weapons that he had pointed out, ones created by his very own hands. "Seems like you know what you're doing, you've got an amazing collection of daggers here" she stated, as her finger tips traced a few of the handles. "The engravements on them are beautiful. What inspired you to be in this line of business?" she asked curiously. 

Svetlana watched his facial expression change from charming, to diisturbed within a matter of seconds at her request. Unable to contain it, the Nephilim chuckled. "Sorry. Not quite the appropriate reaction, but yeah you heard right." she said truthfully, grimacing as she looked away from him. Svetlana had been busy twirling a gun, when she'd caught on to the fact that he was a Valkyr himself, hence her own expression changing to one of fear, while his portrayed a look of confusion still; an awkward moment, or uncomfortable, to say the very least right now. "I can imagine.. you being the exact .. thing.. I want this weapon made for" she expressed a little coldly, but immediately felt a sliver of guilt wash over her. It wasn't like this man was part of those hunting Svetlana down like she was a rabid dog. Was he? Svetlana was paranoid, that was a given.. until she got to know someone, she never simply just trusted that a person didn't have bad intentions. 

"I think I guessed right when I called you a Valkyr" she added, and watched as he drifted away in though, possibly about all the ways this could end badly for him if he decided to help her build a weapon used against his own kind. "Well, I didn't expect to come here and find an expert in building a weapon to harm his own species. All I want is for you to try.. whatever the price, it'll be worth it to me" she expressed, having that wicked gaze that she always did when it came down to hurting those who'd harmed her, and took literally everything from her, including her sanity. Svet put some thought into his question then, as he asked if she had anything alternative in mind in case the custom gun wouldn't work "I don't know. How about you tell me? You seem way to good at matching customers to the right weapons" she stated, her teeth grazing her lower lip as her gaze then lingered on him, and all his glorious features for a few moments. 

When he smiled again, Svetlana felt heat rise to her cheeks. It was rare that Svetlana ever blushed, but there was a first for everything she supposed. "The pleasures all mine. Though, if you agree to work with me, and help me build what I need, a name would be nice" she expressed, eyeing him, and wondering what his story was. He just seemed to have a lot to say, like he a big story of his own hidden just beneath the surface. Svetlana smirked, as he then commented about her being a woman who knew what she wanted. "Good, because I am always sure about what I want.." she said a little breathy as she stepped closer to him. Swallowing harshly, the Nephilim stepped back a little, immediately. It scared her to think she could ever be with someone who'd actually love her, but what scared her even more than that? Lowering her guard to the very kind of beings who hunted her, and made her entire existence utter hell on earth. 

Svet wasn't looking for love however. She liked living for the moment, so if something was meant to be, then she wouldn't stop it, nor fight it. "Until I get a name; you're Vista" she chuckled, referring to the very bright blue screen from the windows operating system. He did have insanely bright blue eyes, and if she stared too long, she let herself get a little lost. 

ValkyrPermalink Reply by ✓ Eirik Olivier Tostain on August 1, 2019 at 14:43

Eirik couldn’t shake off, whatever pull he felt towards the Nephilim. It was unusual. No one had fascinated him, as much before. Not until she had wandered into his shop. “Try not to make a mess of it, in any future visits either.” The Valkyr teased with a smirk. Her playful smile made the smirk grow, a little bit. Although, she didn’t look like someone whom would cause a havoc of his store, on purpose. He knew accidents happened; not that he hoped for one to happen, any time soon. He had enough on his plate already.

The Valkyr was slightly flattered, she thought he was a natural. She wouldn’t be the first, to be affected by his charms. He has been known to affect women in different ways, across his life time. But the Valkyr felt, like this Nephilim might be different. More of a challenge, in some ways. The Valkyr always enjoyed someone whom could challenge him, yet keep up with him. And it was rare to meet someone, whom could keep up with him. Letting the Nephilim look over his work. The Viking felt some sort of a pride and joy rush through him, as she complimented his work. “After centuries of working with weapons. I think I should know by now.” he said, with a warm chuckle. If he didn’t know what he was doing by now, it wouldn’t make a very good statement for him, that was for sure.

Her question about inspiration, made him smile. But he couldnt help himself, in wanting to keep some mystery for now “I’ll be more than glad to tell you the full story over a drink or two.” he flashed her a wink. “It’s a bit of a longer story.”

As she commented on his reaction not being appropriate. He rose a slight eyebrow. Eirik could have said the same about her request. “I admit...it’s a first. No one’s ever made such a…..bold request.” It was putting it lightly, when he used the word bold. His brows furrowed slightly,at the cold tone, she used whilst speaking. Wow, she really had it against Valkyrs. But Eirik didn’t mean her any harm. If he did. She wouldn’t be standing here, talking to him right now. “I can see you have it against my kind, but I am not here to hurt you. Like the rest of my faction, you can rely on my protection.” he wanted to reassure her. Although, fully didn’t expect her to trust him. Trust needed to be earned.

“Spot on.” Eirik breathed out, as she guessed what he was. His deep Ocean eyes looked a bit paler, without the smile. His brows furrowed. Studying the Nephilim. Her question, made him chuckle slightly. “It’s not as easy as it looks. Some costumers I can tell, what they need and would suit them easily...others are...more intricate and takes a bit of time. I can’t place the wrong weapon with a costumer.” Or god forbid. If they didn’t know how to use it. Then bad things would happen. His strong arms crossed over his chest still. His muscles flexed.

“How about Arrows made out of Hawthorn and laced with Daystar? Throwing daggers laced with Daystar. Those are just two of the alternatives that would be easier to make.” But if she was settled on having a gun or two. Then Eirik would try and figure that out. But he might need an extra pair of hands, that knew how to handle a gun, let alone how to make one. “But seeing you want daystar involved. I am going to need your help, in handling that substance. Can’t go around poisoning myself, to make you a weapons, now can I?” he added with a slight chuckle.

The wood he could potentially handle, as long as he was careful. But liquid poison was another matter. Luckily, it didn’t affect her. So her assistance would be more than welcome.

He smirked to himself, as she asked for his name. Watching her as she stepped closer towards him. His Oceanic hues fixated on her,for a few long moments. He could hear the way her breath hitched as she spoke to him. He wasn’t a man, that ever settled down. No one had ever captured his interest enough, to make him stick around for the long haul of it. For a time, it didn’t seem like him, to even want to settle down and have children one day. But the older he got, the more he slowly seemed to long for a family of his own one day. Just, needed to meet the right woman.

He lightly chuckled, as she called him Vista. “Mhh, Vista. I can cope with being Vista.” he smirked. “Unless of course, you think you can guess my name.” he added teasingly. He didn’t give his name away easily; not his real name anyways. So that would be a challenge, for her to even get it. If she even would earn enough trust, from him to give it to her. “I might keep a little mystery for now.” he teased. The Viking was indeed quite full of it. A lot of people whom met him, experienced some of it. Until he got closer to them.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Svetlana Vasilyev on September 9, 2019 at 11:26

The Nephilim smiled, she supposed she was sort of a sucker for the lingering glares, especially as she exchanged one with the Valkyr and found that she had trouble peeling her gaze off of him. His playful comments helped her ease up the tense posture she'd been standing in from the moment he first smiled at her. Svet was a woman who had never gotten to explore these feelings, due to the fear that if she got attached, the rogue Valkyr's would just take whomever it was she got attached too, away from her. Had her and Dom not had the kind of relationship they did, she would have likely done set him free too, but to say she loved Dom, well that was the understatement of the century. 

Svet could see that joyful expression on the Vikings features each time she complimented one of his weapons, and raised a brow to the statement he'd made. "Centuries huh?" she asked in return, finding herself rather impressed that he had spent the majority of his life with weapons. That meant if anyone knew anything about weapons, this was certainly the man to come to. 

The Nephilim raised a brow at him when he agreed to tell her the full story of everything, over a drink or two, unable to contain the smile that lit her features up. "Does that mean you're asking me out on a date Vista?" she asked, flashing him a playful wink. She would of course agree to that, there was a small itch, a desire even to get to know everything about this man that she could. "You had me at drinks" she chuckled, and blushed slightly. This was all new to a Nephilim who was used to living her life in hiding, a Nephilim who had only ever gave love a chance once in her life. Never had she adventured the wild side, except for the memories she'd made with Dominic. She would always cherish those memories with the Therian who saved her ass time and time again. 

"I understand what kind of position ive put you in, for even asking for weapons like that.. I can't imagine your ambassador would take it lightly if he knew, but he never will. Because it's not even your faction, they are rogues who dont belong to a faction or follow ambassador rules.. Ive never encountered any Valkyr from your faction, except for you.. and another in the past who's not worth speaking about" she added, and grazed her teeth over her bottom lip, glancing up at the tall muscular beast through her eyelashes. "I trust you though. I don't feel afraid around you, in fact .. this is the boldest ive ever been in my life" she said jokingly, laughing a little. It was true though, Svetlana had never been allowed to live a carefree existence, at least not without so much as a few people to guard her for her safety. 

The dark haired Russian smiled faintly, when she got it right as to what faction he was from, nodding when he explained how this wasn't always an easy job for him. "We wouldn't want that. That would kind of be like giving a bazooka to a child.. it's bound to be catastrophic when the wrong weapons get in the wrong hands, but its what makes you all the more fascinating.. knowing how to determine whats right for who" she added, a tone of adoration in her Russian accent. 

Svetlana knew her request was going to require an extra set of hands, and as long as he guided her, she'd be more than happy to help him herself. "Can't go poisioning you before I get that date Eirik" she grinned wickedly, but her tone was that of a playful one still. She could never hurt anyone who had never wronged her. But, she couldn't hide the fact that she had black feathers starting to litter what used to be a beautiful pair of white wings, from the many rogues she'd slayed by Dominic's side. If this Valkyr knew that, would he still be so willing to help her? She had to shake that off for now, if not, it would only cause the Nephilim to go into a downward spiral. 

The way Svetlana had moved closer to him, had certainly caused her to feel things that she hadn't felt in years, but what seemed even better than that, was the way his intense blue optics took her in. That very short moment, was a nicely lived one, and she knew if she didn't back off now, that this could lead to something more serious later on. Drinks, plus this man, and a private setting, she was sure she'd lose some of her self control. Svetlana had never been the type to sleep around however, and when she did do that with someone, it had always been someone she loved, which fell in a category of two men only, with as old as she was, she at times felt like she hadn't lived enough, but she supposed she liked saying that more than she would like having  a long ass list of one night stands. 

Women like that, never found a man willing to stick with them. In fact, the females she'd encountered who seemed to like sleeping around, didn't get much respect. They carried a bad rep around, and a shitty name for themselves. 

Svet knew she was judging silently just then, but facts were facts. Svet smirked, flashing him a toothy grin, revealing her dimples when he said he could handle being Vista for now. She loved the fact that he wanted to keep some mystery to himself. Svet wasn't the type to enjoy things for long, if the element of surprise was taken away in the beginning. She liked surprises when it came to her significant other, and should this man, become someone of importance to her, then she was fine with dragging things out, and getting excited every time she learned something new about him. But, who was she to not rise to a challenge when he told her to guess it? 

"You look like a Damien to me.. but I imagine i'm pretty off aren't I?" she asked, and decided to turn it into a drinking game. "For every wrong name,  ill take a shot later when we have those drinks. But, if and when I gues it right, you have to sing karaoke" she smirked playfully, and bit her lower lip. Svet had to put a little thought into what weapons she'd actually want, since making a gun was going to be tricky. "How about we do the arrows and throwing knives for now, and maybe try something bigger, after drinks?" she asked, hoping he'd be okay with that offer. Really, she was just happy to be around someone who made her feel so weightless. Even without the weapons, she'd be happy to be around him. 

Svetlana picked one of the display guns up, getting a feel for it, just to see if she could handle one properly if it were to be made into a weapon for her enemies, and gazed up to the Valkyr with a wicked grin on her features. She knew she was a dark female, and the day her wings turned black would be a day she wouldn't come back from, so for now, she was thrilled to have someone / something to balance her a little. 

ValkyrPermalink Reply by ✓ Eirik Olivier Tostain on October 18, 2019 at 22:11

The Valkyr could see the surprise on her features, as he mentioned the word centuries. Nodding at her small question.“Why, how old did you think I am and been doing this for?” he teased the Nephilim; a quirked brow in her direction. It always amused Eirik, when someone tried to guess his age and the likes. The estimates always far off.

He couldn’t help but smirk slightly at her playful response and the smile that lit her features. “Maybe.” he smirked, teasingly. The hint of aura remaining around him. She could take the offer how she liked. But at least, he had caught her interest with the offer. Most of the time, the Valkyr couldn’t help himself, when it came to women.  Whenever it’s been a while, his flirtatious ways coming out. Especially when he found someone intriguing.

“No...I think Gideon would go ballistic, if he knew what you asked off me.” Eirik couldn’t even half imagine the conversation, that would go down. He knew how risky this was; but he was trusting that she wouldn’t go against him and his entire faction; with these. But just the Rogue Valkyrs, that were after her. In a way, she’d be helping his faction; as Gideon and Celia; were keeping tabs on some Rogues, especially those addicted to blood; if they needed disposing off. “As long as it doesn’t spread to my faction, then we’re on safe terms.” But the Viking wouldn’t take well, if his friends and faction would end up being threatened because of this.

The Valkyr rose a slight eyebrow, slightly surprised. “Not usually so bold huh?” he asked teasingly. But if anything, Eirik could peg her as a risky/bold chick. Maybe it was her persona, or the things she went through; that made her seem bold. At least in his eyes. But it was nice to know, there was some element of trust there already. As there should be between a Costumer and a maker; whom would be giving her weapons/orders she asked for.

“You can call it a gift.” Eirik said with a slight chuckle. Over the years; he just seemed to pick up, what weapons seemed to naturally suit a person. It depended all on their personality, stature/muscle build and all the likes. But she did have more than a valid point, in advance to what he told her already. “I am glad,you realise how dangerous this could be, if you asked someone whom would use it to their advantage.” As Eirik knew very well; people could be selfish. Lurking in the darkness, waiting to pounce; and use something to their advantage to hurt others. “So I need you to be discreet...no telling anyone, what you asked off me.” The Valkyr warned-serious look on his face. If only certain people found out; it had to be a minimum. Those they trusted and dealing with, in regards to getting the right ingredients she was after. Maybe not even them. At least, not what it was for.

“I’d prefer not to be poisoned, under any other circumstances.” The Valkyr chuckled slightly. He found himself wondering, why there seemed to be slight mysterious, dark aura around this certain Nephilim. As far as he knew, Nephilims were creatures of light. He hadn’t met many, that turned to the dark path. Only heard rumors, of what it could do to them.

The Valkyr took note of how she shifted closer to him. His Ocean optics still taking her in. Flashing her a smirk, when he saw her toothy grin. Something about her presence seemed challenging. And Eirik did like a challenge once in a while; someone would could keep up with him/throw surprises in his direction; wether the relationship was just a friendship, more...or a general passing in his life, for a few brief moments. But sometimes even one brief moment, could make all the difference in how certain people made him view things.

Eirik let out an amused laugh, as she said he looked like a Damien. “Damien huh?” The Valkyr shook his head. “Far….far off.” As the young Nephilim turned it into a drinking game, he smirked. “Mhh, well this could get quite interesting.Sounds like a plan.” The Valkyr agreeing to the game terms. If/When he would lose, by her discovering guessing his name; he would take the challenge of singing karaoke.  Even if it would end up in an embarrassing like state; he didn’t give a toss. Might as well have some fun, right?

Some relief was evident; as she tried to make things bit easier on him, for the time being. “Something bigger, will require us to get the other ingredients first.” And that might take some time. Eirik knew a few places, where to find Daystar. But he never went as far out, to get it. “Otherwise, for now...I think arrows and daggers will be plenty to work with.” It was the first time, in a long time; Eirik would be working with someone. Usually the Valkyr made weapons alone. Back in his Viking days; he had some younger eager students; when everyone was making their own weapons. But that truly felt like a life-time or two ago, now.

The Valkyr watched her with the gun. His head slightly tilted. It seemed like she had an affinity to picking things up quickly. Fast learner, was always good.

“I hope you’re not in a rush, to get your order.” Eirik told the Nephilim. “It can take up to a few weeks to get everything done. And with other pending orders...that might postpone delivery date.” He said honestly. Eirik kept a schedule of weapons that needed fixing up/made...so he tried to go by whom asked for what first. After all, first come, first served. But he always tried to juggle a few orders at once, if possible. So all of it, would be delivered...near enough at the same time.

NephilimPermalink Reply by ✓ Svetlana Vasilyev on December 22, 2019 at 22:09

I mean given how attractive you are, I wouldn't have guessed you were that old" she teased and flashed the Valkyr a playful wink. She was sure he got this kind of attention all the time, so basically all she was doing was feeding his ego, but she was aware of that. Every once in a while, a compliment or two could truly make a persons day. When he said maybe as a response to her question, Svet blushed slightly and grinned a little. She'd never done very well on dates, considering she hadn't been but on one actual date since coming into the city.

"Sorry, I seem completely new to the dating scene" she grimaced, because truly, Svetlana had not lived at all. And now that she had met Thaddeus, she had a feeling she'd need to brush up on it all. "I wouldn't mind going for drinks though. It might do us both some good, especially you busy bee" she grinned playfully, figuring he could use a moment out of his work element. The Nephilim nodded in his direction, "Don't worry. You're certainly going out of your way to help me, and you didn't have to agree, so trust me, I won't sabotage having your help. Besides, Gideon, your ambsssador? He may just thank us when ive plucked off a few Vampires who are no longer saveable" that statement however, made Svetlana frown. Even if they did want her dead, it was pretty tragic that they'd gotten so far gone, that they weren't worth saving.

She grinned cheekily when he said it was a gift. She couldn't help but wonder how many other crazy requests for weapons he'd gotten. Surely this was a first though, him building weapons that could potentially be used to kill him. "I'll be so discreet that no one even knows i'm a customer of yours" she chuckled, but it was a promise she'd abide by, to not only protect him, but her also. If the Valkyr faction caught wind of a Nephilim having weapons made that could be used against them.. well that was the start of a war she didn't want to be responsible for.

"Poison that pretty face? Never" she chuckled in response, noting the way he looked at her, as if he was trying to figure her out. That had been a hard task for most. Svetlana wasn't one of those people you could read or see through. But, she'd had others recognize how dark her soul was in comparison to other Nephilim's. But unless he asked, she wouldn't bring it up. It was a hard thing to admit, saying you only see blood shed when you close your eyes. Or that you actually had a craving for it. The rogues had taken away everything. Her sense of self worth, her father, her freedom, and her happiness. How could she not crave spilling their blood?

The Nephilim gave him a playful pouty look when he said she was far off from the name she had guessed. "Fine, i'll keep going until ive guessed it right. Your name is Elijah?" she asked, sighing, because it seemed right until she said it. "Damn it" she cursed, but chuckled, amused by this moment. While she held the gun, Svet looked at him smirking "Weapons are something that just feels close to the heart, so even if i didn't know how to use it, id figure it out" she nodded proudly. Not many could self teach like she had all these years out of captivity. Svet then shook her head, "No rush at all. It's not really like I have a set date to .. well, you know" she gave him a side eyed glance, because she sounded a little murderous with how she talked sometimes, so she didn't wanna finish that sentence the way she'd started to. "Im fine with waiting however long I need to" she added, just thankful to have his help at all.

Svetlana sighed .. she was going through a lot of trouble, just to end several different Vampires lives. But, it had to be done. They couldn't continue hurting her, or anyone else innocent for that matter. She would start with the one who had tried tearing her clothes off in her and Dominic's club,  it seemed more like that one just wanted to destroy her sense of self worth and he had nearly succeeded, but Dom and the rest of their security had intervened and saved her life, once again. "So, since I know this is about to be really time consuming.. perhaps we can drink here while making the weapons. I know both of those combined doesn't sound like the safest idea, but it is an idea" sh chuckled, figuring if he wanted the privacy, then it's his shop and he could easily lock it up while the two of them made weapons that no one else could know about