Post by Rennia Trayvold on Oct 11, 2011 14:28:49 GMT -5
Rennia chuckled softly behind her can of Mountain Dew before she gently set it down much as Gypsy had done her drink. Then Rennia pushed herself to her feet with a faint wince before wandering over to her parka that had been removed prior to Gypsy doing her work on Rennia. She opened the heavy coat and reached into a well hidden inner compartment. When she pulled her hand back out it was carrying a somewhat long, thick case. The demoness turned around with case in hand and made her way back to her seat, where in she gently sat back down.
"Remember when I asked you if you were any good with a gun?" Before Gyspy could answer, Rennia flipped the latches on the case and opened it up. She reached into the case and pulled out the unmistakable form of a long, heavy rifle barrel with matching high powered scope. Then she pulled out the stock and receiver of the weapon, sliding the two pieces together and latching them in place with a set of pins. Next came a magazine which she slammed carefully into place. When she was finished, Rennia gently laid the finished M107 .50 caliber sniper rifle across the case and her lap.
Rennia looked over to Gypsy without saying anything for a while, wondering what the other woman would say or think of the military grade weapon she had within her lap. At length she finally spoke. "You shouldn't approach the situation thinking 'Oh well if I lose.' You can make mistakes if you do that. Ones that could inevitably cause your target to escape, or even worse, kill you. Then not only have you failed to accomplish your goal, you're also very much dead. And to top it off, the hunter is free to kill others." She paused before continuing on. "We all have our past, yours and mine just seem to be a little bit similar I suppose."
Finally Rennia reached over and wrapped a finger around the bolt latch and drew it back. When it reached the back she let go and let the spring slam it home. She hadn't pushed the magazine entirely into place so the catch didn't snag a round on it's way passed. She nodded satisfactorily when she saw that it wasn't loaded and reached over the other direction for her Dew, watching Gypsy the entire time.
Post by Gypsy Winters on Oct 12, 2011 15:52:08 GMT -5
Gypsy watched the demoness set the can down, and slightly limp over to her parka. She listened to the question, but didn't get a chance to answer before Ren pulled out a case. She simply watched as the woman put the weapon together. Yes, she remembered Rennia asking her if she was any good with a gun, which she was..kinda. But she really didn't like guns. They were too loud for her sensitive ears, even with silencers.
"Well, it's certainly pretty"
When it went off, (i think, work with me), but didn't catch a round, it forced Gypsy to cover her ears. When it was over, she narrowed her eyes at the gun, then turned her eyes up to Rennia's, as she spoke. She listened and then Gypsy smirked a little. She misunderstood, but she could see how what she'd said could've been taken that way. So she explained.
"I didn't say I would loose, I'm just aware there's a possibility that I could. I never go into a fight thinking I'm all, because that's when I fuck it up. If I go in, pretty much just like this, it's easier for me to win. And that bitch won't be free to kill anyone else. Not when I'm bathing in her betrayer blood."
She didn't realize she'd spoken the last of that speech out loud. She looked into Rennia's eyes, and smiled gently. No, she may not have liked gun, but that one was fairly impressive. And just because she didn't like them, didn't actually mean she didn't have any. She blinked her big blue eyes once, before scanning over the weapon, and the woman holding the weapon. She then turned towards her room, and gave Rennia a little nod to follow her. The room was ruthlessly organized, from books, to movies, to the bed being perfectly made and every corner straight. She was just a little obsessive. She walked into her big walk in closet, where again, her outfits were organized, from designer to color and size. And the shoes in this room alone, together, were probably close to 2 million dollars, never mind some on the outfits. She had a 2,000 dollar dress, just because she could. She walked straight to the back, and parted the black and whites to reveal a door.
"I made this when I got here. I probably wasn't supposed to, but the room was just so beautiful, it needed a little weapon case."
She pulled open the door, and "Sexual Healing" flowed out of the room. Gypsy's head bobbed to the reggae as she stepped in. On the walls were swords of all shapes and sizes, some as big as she was. Hand guns lined another wall, and whips and chains (complete with purple fuzzy handcuffs) another still. There was a wall completely dedicated to knifes, and ninja throwing stars. Gypsy's preferred weapon was knifes and swords, minus her own hands and nails. Gypsy always carried at least three knifes. Even as she stood there, admiring her collection, she had three knives hidden somewhere on her person. She'd been trained with knives for a really long time, and could do almost anything with one.
She turned back to Rennia to gage the reaction. She wasn't sure if she'd be surprised a little vampyre had this much metal just floating around, or instantly on the attack because she had so much metal floating around. All weapons were locked, and all her handguns were saftied, and the bullets were separate from there respective partners. She smiled at her, waiting for her response.
Last Edit: Oct 12, 2011 16:04:10 GMT -5 by Gypsy Winters
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Oct 12, 2011 16:58:08 GMT -5
The resounding clack of the slide hitting home was indeed loud given the size of the mechanism, given it had to not only feed a fifty cal round, but also hold it in place during firing. Fortunately however, it wasn't as loud as if she'd actually fired a round, which she'd have not done in this little complex as fifty cal rounds had a knack for being able to travel through massive quantities of building materials. Even if she had aimed it upwards, it would have likely gone entirely through the ceiling, up into the next floor, and trough the wall until it exited the building. Not Something Rennia would have wanted to do.
Rennia watched Gypsy as she responded to her previous statement. She offered a shrug when Gypsy figured, not quite sure what else to say to that. When Gypsy motioned her to follow, the demoness ejected the magazine and set the rifle gently down, careful not to point it in a direction that'd face either of them. She ran her fingers over the top of the magazine and stripped the first round out, holding that large round in her hand as she slid the magazine into one of her ammo holding pouches on her shirt. She then followed Gypsy into the other room.
Rennia's brows had already hiked up as she gazed upon the woman's collection of clothes. The Vampyress was a fraction of her age, and her clothing collection appeared to have far surpassed her own. That being said, it wasn't very difficult to do that. Rennia herself didn't have many outfits period. It simply was one thing she was never big on. She wore what she had to, to get the job done, but other than that, she was much like men were in that, Okay, there's something that doesn't look bad, it's clean, let's wear it. So when she saw all the clothes, she just blinked.
When Gypsy parted it all revealing another door, Rennia couldn't help but chuckle and shake her head. Yes, this did remind her of a certain spy movie. She followed behind Gypsy and leaned on the doorway as she looked about the room. Rennia's eyes fell upon each individual weapon, taking in their detail. There was nothing wrong with blades in her opinion, not at all. On the contrary they were often quite wonderful, elegant objects. Rennia however, had a passion for the long ranged kill. So as such she had a particular fondness for ranged weapons. Bows, firearms, and even the throwing stars in the Vampyress's collection. Rennia stepped forward, wandering further into the room, her hand gently hovering over the collection as she passed by them, never once actually touching them, even if her hands were still gloved.
Her eyes finally settled on a particularly old piece in Gypsy's collection and she made her way over to it. Her hand traced along just above the blade carefully, her eyes examining it inch by inch. It was obvious that she recognized it given the way she looked at it. Without taking her eyes off the blade she called over her shoulder to Gypsy. "And I take it all of these were bought, or obtained...legally right? Because if so, I'd be mighty curious on how you got your hands on this piece. It's a fair deal older than you yourself you know.... and in remarkably good shape despite that fact."
Finally her eyes turned towards the Vampyress, the curiosity written in them. It was quite clear she was very much interested on how Gypsy came into possession of that particular sword, the relic that it was. "Unfortunately I left my own little treasure in my car....which I left some ways away from here. Out of the city even. It tends to draw a bit of attention, which was the last thing I wanted last night. So I had to leave it be. But your collection is... quite impressive Miss Gypsy..."
If the Demoness wanted to cut her down for all that metal, she didn't show it, in fact the only thing she did show was a mix of approval and curiosity at the woman's array of weaponry. She herself had her own collection, though unsurprisingly it was more range heavy than blade heavy... not that she didn't have a collection of blades by any means. Finally Rennia carefully leaned on a portion of a nearby wall that wouldn't press her or her wings up against any of the weapons, as she gazed at Gypsy, still carefully toying with the large fifty cal round in her hand. The bullet and casing dwarfed that of the average dear hunting round, and even most military sniper rounds, save possibly the .338 lapua Magnum. Then again.... it was considered a light anti-material (that including the armored personnel carrier) round.
Post by Gypsy Winters on Oct 12, 2011 17:26:24 GMT -5
She had figured that was the one she'd hone in on. She then cracked into a smile as Rennia asked. She herself leaned against the wall, and smirked at the sword. That was probably her favorite, though one she didn't use much, as that was the starter of her collection when she was turned. Well, shortly after actually.
"This, I collect from the man who had it pointed at me. A foolish thing to do. I didn't know the importance of the sword at that time. I was 20, and was just starting to get a hold on my powers when I felt a small prick my back. Upon realizing it was solid steel, and wouldn't kill me, I inquired what the gentlemen wanted. Well, he wanted sex and I didn't. So thing's got heated, and he tried to stick it through my face. So, I turned it around on him, and sliced his head off instead. Thats when I realized what the sword was, and vowed to protect it after. I had a friend put a spell around it, so it couldn't be stolen or broken, or for some, even touched, and there's only one way to break the spell."
Anyone with any sort of brain should've been able to figure out the spell breaker, but it was not information Gypsy was just going to hand out. Even in torture. Gypsy toyed with her rings as she looked at the rest of her collection. She watched Rennia's eyes, and couldn't figure out if she was pissed she had the sword..or happy about it. Gypsy tilted her blond head, and looked into Rennia's eyes.
"The rest were either bought, or trophies from...conquests over the years" She said this with a dirty little smirk on her face. Gypsy liked to collect trophies from conquests, either they be fights..or women and men she'd conquered. She flipped her hair over her shoulder, and she watched Rennia walk around her collection, wondering what she was thinking.
"You can touch any of them, except the sword, and the ball and chain up there." Gypsy looked up at a huge black spiked ball with a long chain attached to it, and nothing else. She'd gotten that one when she'd gotten herself trapped in a haunted maze east of London. She almost hadn't escaped that one alive. And that was the last time she was talking into going with a horde of witches with herself. At least without Surreal. But still, the maze was fun, challenging, and intensely brutal all at the same time. Surreal was the one who had put a protective spell around the sword, and the reason she had the ball and chain.
Gypsy watched as Rennia carefully examined her weapons, and asked questions about them. And Gypsy answered every question that was asked. Gypsy didn't normally allow anyone even within three inches of the door to her weaponry, but she trusted Ren. Well, as much as a vampyre could trust. But hey, you try not trusting the woman who saved your ass from burny hell, and tell me how it feels!
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Oct 12, 2011 19:20:33 GMT -5
After listening to the short tale she looked back to the blade. "Some people don't take care of what they have. A pity....But I suppose he had it coming. It's in better hands now either way. It's a shame, what happened to it's creator, and original owner. Both were fine men." The demoness went a little somber at that point, gazing at the blade intently before looking down as she spoke. "They didn't deserve that."
In the next instant, almost like a switch had been flipped she returned to her usual self, her eyes shooting back towards Gypsy as she smiled slightly. "I'd love to show you my own collection sometime. Not sure if it'd suit your style, but it's got a few pretty gems in it. Though I think I brought the most impressive firearm in my collection with me. It's either that or the ninety eight bravo... The Lapua mag is an impressive round. One point five miles easy money." She chuckled at her little info blurb she spat out. Some weren't impressed with it, but obviously they hadn't tried hitting a human target at such distances, where if you saw them at all with your naked eye, they were a tiny blip.
"Though I'm not sure what I'm more impressed on. My weapon collection... My Library.... or my Garage.... Love spending time in the garage. Heh... Some people call me crazy but I love my vehicles. To some they're something to get from point a to point b....but to me they're more. Something I put so much work into. Rebuilt from the ground up. Made it my own. I keep em looking good... I know when something's wrong... and... mmmm the rumble of sheer power? It's intoxicating to me. But I suppose I am a little different." The demoness's eyes had trailed to the side, looking to the ground once again, though this time at a shallower angle, and more filled with fond remembrance than somber recollection.
"Listen to me ramble on. Suppose when ya don't talk most of the time, when you do talk it spills out right?"
Post by Gypsy Winters on Oct 13, 2011 0:51:21 GMT -5
She didn't know the original story of the sword, nor the men that owned it. The curiosity showed on her face as she tilted her head at Ren, but she felt it rude to ask, since it obvious struck some cord with the demoness.
As the demoness returned to her normal self, Gypsy smiled at her. Sadly, without seeing the guns, she..really had no idea what Ren was talking about. She had hand guns, that's about as far as she went. Gypsy's ears and face perked up at the word "Library". If Ren hadn't been able to tell, Gypsy was a huge huge huge fan of books, of all sorts. Then she said something about a garage, and Gypsy brightened even more.
"Vehicles are my other passion, espically my truck. It's the Dakota sitting out front. I have a few more stashed away in my home in Canada, but that truck is my baby."
So, they had another common ground after all. They appeared to both hate hunters, they've both spent their lives killing, and they both loved weapons and vehicles. This might just wind up being a cooky strange friendship yet. It was certainly going to be an interesting one, espically if Ren liked to..indulge, as she did, with certain.. activities. Okay, so Gypsy was thinking about sex. Really, are you shocked?
She looked around the walls of weapons again, then turned her eyes to look at all her pretty clothes. Gypsy preferred to look at pretty clothes, as she had a huge and very tasteful fashion sense. She'd be willing to bet she'd be able to find Ren some outfits that would still work with her body type, her past times, and her wings. Yeah, she'd bet she could do it.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Oct 13, 2011 2:31:00 GMT -5
Rennia saw Gypsy light up at the mention of her library and the garage and she chuckled. So they had a lot of things in common and a few differences... well that was certainly an interesting combination. Rennia didn't expect another girl to be interested in cars. After all, most of the ones she had met would have looked at her like she was an alien... or perhaps a demon... if she had talked so openly about her fun under the hood of her little babies. Rennia took in a deep breath and let it out slowly just thinking about fine tuning that four-fifty-four she had in her little road bullet.... It wasn't exactly gas friendly, but she didn't really care. The thing was ballistic and she loved it.
Then she mentioned the Dakota. Rennia held back a wince. Not that she was going to put the Dakota down or anything... but Rennia wasn't really a fan of Dodges. Mind you she could respect the Charger, Challenger, and the Viper. They were respectable machines. And putting thought into it, she supposed she could credit some of their trucks for having decent marks on what they were meant for. Not to mention, when people got their hands on them, they could make beasts out of just about any machine out there, Dodge or otherwise. So Rennia wouldn't knock this Dakota before she saw it by any means.
"So a fellow gear head, eh? Gotta tell you... that one I wasn't expecting. Though I suppose at this point, I should expect everything huh? And a truck girl too.... Got a few pickups of my own. Love em. 'Specially the big ol' full ton crew cab. She's 'old'.... but fuck she's an amazing machine. Then there's my 'youngin' ninety five model. Only a half-ton, but she's still an amazing truck. Four wheel drive... gotten more than a few people out of a bind. But when you live up North... Gotta have something that can handle the snow... and the other adverse conditions. She's never let me down on that front. Not once. Love em all to death, and wouldn't part with em for the world."
And that was the honest truth. Even if her life was on the line, she'd not give up any of her priceless possessions. Which were mostly her vehicles, and a few other select items she was very attached to. They were much like a part of her, and come to think of it... they were kinda. She couldn't count how many times she'd shed actual blood while working in a tight spot... banging her knuckles, getting scratched. So in a way, they were family... and that's how she liked it. She was an odd demon, but sue her. She loved what she did and put pride in her work. It was who she was.
Then she caught Gypsy looking over to her clothing and she followed her gaze. That caused one brow to perk while the other floated at normal height. It was a quizzical look, probably because Rennia had no idea what the Vampyress was thinking, and honestly couldn't understand the whole clothing obsessions herself. All she knew is she didn't find body "Style" to be her thing, and thought Gypsy would be crazy if she thought so.... Then again Rennia didn't think she looked all that special. She didn't think she looked ugly by any means. No, on the contrary she liked the way she looked, she just didn't figure anyone else would, and that was fine with her. She didn't honestly care what others thought of her, because either they liked her for who she was, or their opinions didn't matter. They would either be dead soon, or they simply were people she didn't have to worry about, or deal with. That was what she loved about living where she did. In the end she wouldn't have to deal with people around her if she didn't want to.
Of course that meant she often had a lot of free time... perhaps that's where the huge collections of books, weapons, and vehicular parts came from... not to mention her computer. That was another story...
Post by Gypsy Winters on Oct 13, 2011 13:07:31 GMT -5
Gypsy held back a smirk as she watched Rennia as she mentioned the Dakota. A lot of people weren't that big of fan's of Dodges, and before she'd gotten the truck, she hadn't been either. But it was loud, comfty, and man did she move. Plus, she had it just a little bit pimped out.
Gypsy brightened as Ren told her she hadn't expected her to be into cars. She smiled a little, and looked back up at her. "I'm full of hidden depths" She pushed off the wall, as she caught Rennia checking out her clothes. Or..possibly wondering why she had so many. This probably wasn't the time to mention..this was like a fraction of her collection. She scanned rennia up and down once more, but she felt it rude to mention clothing to her. So, she didn't.
But she certainly thought about it. Rennia had a good fit body, with would be easy enough to dress, and dress well. She smiled a little at the thought, and turned back to Rennia. She liked the way her body relaxed when she was letting herself. The way her face and eyes brought out the beauty. It warmed Gypsy's heart. She was a fighter, true, but she would've preferred everyone to be happy. Except a certain someone, which would be dealt with tonight. And that, she'd make damn sure of.
She crossed her arms over her chest, and planted one foot gently on the wall behind it, so she was almost sitting on it, but really, she was just leaning. Her body moved as the song changed, and a way more upbeat song flowed out. She jammed along with it, mouthing lyrics and such. She wanted another smoke, but she absoutley refused to smoke in this room. It was too precious, both for the weapons, and the clothes. She'd smoke in her room sure, but only after both the weapon door, and her closet were closed and locked. She locked the closet as an extra protection for the weapons. She thought that had been a smart choice.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Oct 13, 2011 16:03:30 GMT -5
"Aren't you just?" Rennia smirked as she replied to Gypsy's statement. Gypsy was indeed full of quite a few surprises... so far pretty much all of them had been pleasant. From her taste in music to her apparent interest in books and cars, Gypsy seemed to be fully of mystery... much like the people she had taken name after.Rennia then tilted her head as she looked about the room again. All of it did lead to one interesting question.
"So, this is more than just a simple visit isn't it? Why go through all this work after all if you were just planning on staying a few days here before going back home? It's an awful lot of hardware to be bringing for a 'vacation' ya know....."
The demoness walked over towards one of the walls, yet like before she still didn't touch any of them, even after Gypsy gave the okay. Perhaps it was out of respect of the weapons, or their owner. "Looks to me as if someone's preparing for a big fight.... Unless you were expecting a call?" The demoness turned and looked at Gypsy once more, waiting for a reply.
Of course she'd lean up against the far wall, looking over at Gypsy. She couldn't help but let those eyes wander, her brows seeming to be getting their exercise for the day as they'd go up down up down up down. Now they found themselves back up, before the demoness would shake her head and look back up to Gypsy's face with a somewhat distracted smile. Gypsy was pretty good looking herself, though Rennia kept trying to shake those thoughts from her mind so she didn't outright gawk... gawking was rude, she'd have none of that, nope nope.
Post by Gypsy Winters on Oct 13, 2011 16:46:58 GMT -5
She lifted her eyes from her clothes to Rennia as the question was asked. She chewed on her tongue ring before she decided on an answer.
"I wouldn't say...expecting so much as...a feeling. I learned to hone my feelings, and work accordingly. And it seems like a lot to carry around with me, but most of it folds up nice and small, and what doesn't...well, I have really big suitcases. "
She watched Rennia. It wasn't exactly a lie. It had started as a simple vacation, but it had evolved into more. Apparently, one assassin leaves, and the whole damn world falls apart. she smirked a little, just thinking that. She then walked over, and plucked on of her other favorite swords off the wall. She spun it a little. The room was big enough that she could spin around with it and not worry about hitting Rennia or another of the weapons. She laid the blade flat on her hand to test its balance, before turning around to look at Rennia.
"This started as a simple vacation, but I just had this nagging feeling the night before I came here, and i almost ignored it. But, better to be safe then sorry. nothings happened as of yet, minus the call, that has required me to use any of them. Except my knives of course, but I always always have them."
She set the sword back in its case, after wiping it clean so it sparkled again. If she turned on the black light, you could see the blood stains on the swords, which she'd done her damn best to get off, but blood stains never ever fully go away, no matter how much bleach you use. She watched Rennia as she went back to lean against the wall. She let out..well, for a mortal, what would've been a small sigh, but not like a bad sigh. Just a sigh.
Last Edit: Oct 13, 2011 16:47:24 GMT -5 by Gypsy Winters
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Oct 13, 2011 17:29:04 GMT -5
"Suppose I'm the same way... ish... Granted I don't think I ever brought an armory for a short vacation... but I do have my rifle out there and a few secrets in my baby that's not....too far away I suppose."
Rennia watched Gypsy as she hefted the blade and spun with it. For a moment she was tempted to step in and see how well Gypsy could fight with a blade, but she wasn't sure how much the other would appreciate matching steel on steel. For one, it wasn't exactly easy on the blades. That's often where the nicks and gouges came from was contact with another blade, or armor, or some other hard object. Secondly, playing with wooden or fake swords was dangerous enough, given the smacked fingers and other parts people got if they weren't one hundred percent careful. Playing with real swords could lead to missing limbs or worse. as tough as they both were, the right maneuver could lead to an arm being lopped off or even a head... and those injuries were a bit harder to heal from.
"Sounds like you have a lot more 'fun' than I do. All this stabbing of people, killing them... Guess you really get people who can't keep their hands off... Aside from not getting out that much, I don't usually have that problem much. People tend to keep a good distance away from me most of the time. Not that I might do it anyway I suppose. I do try to keep on the low down most of the time and slicing someone's head off, or blowing it off with my rifle... doesn't really make for being low key...."
The demoness looked down to the large round she twirled about in her fingers. It was a rather interesting if not disturbing sight... well disturbing to most. Whenever she would nail a target in the head it would just... explode.... That was the power of the fifty cal, and one of the reasons it was often designated an anti-material rifle as apposed to an anti-infantry rifle. Something bout some conventions of 'humane' warfare. When warfare had ever been truly civil baffled her completely. But when it became 'illegal' one had to learn to adapt if they didn't want to end up in jail.
Post by Gypsy Winters on Oct 14, 2011 16:59:11 GMT -5
She turned to Rennia as she started to speak, and when she got to the part about Gypsy having much more fun, she couldn't help but laugh.
"I have people that like to touch when I don't wish to be touched. And I came up to you, didn't I? Also, I don't usually bring much more then a sword or two, a few knives, and my Eagle" She responded. She thought about her statment, and realized she hadn't explained Eagle. When she said Eagle, she meant an actual bird she found as a baby abandonded. But she found herself saved the explantion when there was a tap tap on her window.
Gypsy's smile brightened, and she angled herself so the sun wouldn't touch her as she opened the window. A huge Eagle flew in, and set itself on Gypsy's shoulder. After she closed the window, she petted the bird, and looked at Rennia. "This is Schylar"(Pronouced Skylar). Gypsy walked to a drawer, and pulled out bird treats. She looked back at Rennia.
"Wanna see comething cool?"
Without waiting for an answer, she set the bird on the bed, and continued to do tricks, such as speak, in which the bird said "I love you", play dead, where she pretended her fingers were a gun, and the bird spread her wings, squawked, and fell over dead. Catch, where she threw the treat up, and Schylar opened her mouth and caught it. Gypsy then put her hands up, and said no more. Schylar nipped her finger affectionatly, and went and curled up in her pillow.
Gypsy turned back to Rennia, and motioned for her to follow. Once she had, she shut off the bedroom light, and slightly closed the door. Yes, the bird was her biggest baby. Well, for years, it had been her only real friend. She smiled at Rennia as she sat back down on the couch.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Oct 15, 2011 14:53:34 GMT -5
"Most people." She repeated in reply to Gypsy, giving her a smirk before her attention was turned to the window before the bird even began to tap on it. Rennia was very familiar with the sound of feathers, and when she heard them, it often drew her attention quickly.
When Gypsy opened the window and the eagle flew in Rennia raised a brow and chuckled. She was about to ask, 'Well who is this?' but the vampyress beat her to the punch, providing the answer before the question was asked. Rennia didn't quite peg Gypsy for a bird person, so she was a bit surprised that she 'had' an eagle. Even more surprising to her was that the eagle stuck around. Humans often couldn't tell what Gypsy was, but animals often could. Most creatures weren't prone to hanging around Vampyres, but apparently this one was an exception. Then again, it wasn't too distant from the bat she supposed, and bats were one particular species that didn't mind vampires... that, and sharing a name with a type of bat, often lead to the two being associated. Rennia supposed she couldn't judge on that one. After all not many animals often hung around demons either... and she knew a few exceptions to that.
She then watched Gypsy playing with the bird and she couldn't help but smirk. It was silly... but it was cute. The "play dead" one in particular almost made the demoness crack up. Birds were a harder species to train, especially when they weren't of the 'trick bird' variety... which generally amounted to the average house bird and parrot. Getting an Eagle to play dead would take a considerable amount of work. Yet, Gypsy managed it and a few other cute tricks. Then, when the treats were all gone, the Eagle nipped at her and went on it's way.
Then when they slipped out of the room, Rennia looked over her shoulder towards the Bedroom door and chuckled. "I have to say I didn't expect an eagle. You struck me more as a large cat person... a tiger maybe... or a Leopard.... but the eagle... never woulda guessed. I've got my own little friend... though I'm afraid she might not get along with your little feathered friend. She might try to eat him... Not sure how well it'd go over but she's definitely big enough....."
The demoness folded her arms and smirked at Gypsy after she finished, waiting to see if any more surprises were about to spring out of the box so to speak.
Post by Gypsy Winters on Oct 15, 2011 20:00:02 GMT -5
Gypsy grinned at her. "To be completely honest with you, I actually don't like birds. I'm a dog person. But I found Schylar just after she was born. A wolf attacked the nest, and killed the mom, and babies. I found her, probably just in time. I helped heal her, and I fell in love with her. Thus began trick training. She does more then that, but I don't like giving her to many treats. She'd helped me out in a few tight spots, that bird. She'd been my only friend with quite a long time."
She looked back up at Rennia, and grinned. "What kind of little friend do you have? I love all animals. Oh! Do you have a large dog? You just seem like you'd have like...two big wolf huskies. Cause...fuck yeah."
She picked up the blood from earlier, now stone cold, and gulped it down. Blech. She got up, and pulled out a beer instead. After shotgunning that, she pulled out a thing of Sunny D, and poured some into a clean glass. After putting it away, she looked back at Rennia. "What?"
Yeah, maybe she was 206, but she was still a child inside. Hell, she still looked 16, so shut up. She was okay with looking this hot forever
Last Edit: Oct 15, 2011 20:01:49 GMT -5 by Gypsy Winters
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Oct 16, 2011 18:18:17 GMT -5
Rennia laughed softly at that. "I could see you liking dogs yes... and you're actually not that far off. Her name's Cortana....." She paused and rolled her eyes, "And no... not influenced by Halo, not that that's a bad game. She's a great Northern Timberwolf. One of the last of the 'higher' breed as it's called. The larger ones. They make German Shepherds look small and nonthreatening. Beautiful wolf to be sure... but big, and when pissed off... one HELL of a bite."
The demoness shook her head, looking off for a moment as she recalled a particular incident. "A man tried to bull rush me once near my home. Big guy... not quite as... well tall as me, but pretty big and obviously someone who feels the need to weight lift till his muscles become obvious.... Cortana came up out of the shadow and bit his arm off at the elbow in a single clean chomp." Her smile dimmed, but only slightly. "The man tried to get Cortana put down. Tried to claim she was a violent creature that attacked him for no reason. Unfortunately for the man, the blood splatter on him, Cortana's muzzle and fur, the ground beneath them, and myself, only supported the truth when I told them. Man got arrested for assault, and Cortana and I got to go home."
The demoness snickered. "Arresting him was interesting since they couldn't quite handcuff him, given he was missing an arm. Though I gather they stuck him in the back of a police van after his hospital stay. The man was a fool to be sure."
The demoness smirked as Gypsy noticed her look, and she gave a bow of her head before she spoke. "I'm waiting to see what else pops out of the mystery box I seem to have stumbled upon." Granted what she was also doing was wondering when certain other things would pop out of their hiding places, but Ren wasn't about to say anything the sort. Yeah, her mind may have been in the gutter, but she wasn't against spending a little fun time with something as cute as Gypsy even if she was a vampyre. Which... normally Rennia wouldn't even consider, but there were almost always exceptions. Gypsy was definitely one such exception. She was damn cute... and totally worth going down that road for.
