Eternal_Blade
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- May 13, 2009
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Troy listened to her slight rant about how vampires could die in an explosion, though he couldn't help but think that in all honesty she was just angry about not being part of the plan, but he nodded any way as he looked out the window watching the blur of scenery pass by. Troy began to think on the past, and how he had always been good at killing; a fact he learned on his first military operation which had earned him countless medals. It had been a near suicide mission sending roughly three thousand troupes against two hundred thousand in an attempt to take out their missile base. He could still see the fires from the missile strikes, he could remember the moment he had run out of ammunition, and the moment he had to leave the corpses of the friends he had made in boot camp.
His training had not even come close to preparing him for the slaughter, but he had managed to make it into the base, and from the shadows killed his way to the computer room. It had been a task that led many high ranking officials to take note of him, and when he finally made it back to his command post he received notice of his promotion, and of the many medals from making the war even possible to win. His thoughts went to the hunt that even then he had enjoyed so much. This is who I am now: hmm maybe who I always have been. The thought rung loudly in his consciousness making his jaw tighten.
Troy's head snapped to look her in the eye as she finally broke the silence with a question that took him a few seconds to figure out the meaning. "Um. Yeah it was. It reminded me of something." He said his tone not as distant as it had been but slightly dazed. He looked at her for a few seconds recognizing the pure emotion he seen in her eyes: it was concern. His eyes never left her's as his hand played over the blade that he had yet sheathed. "So: were heading to see your master now, might you know what he wants to meet me for so badly? It has made him seem a bit lacking in patience, which if he's as old as I think he is, then that can't be true." Troy questioned with a smile crossing his face, and a chuckle while enjoying the emotion that had finally been let out to be seen. It was something he had been wanting to see since he first woke up on the table at the safe house where she had given him the blood.
Troy continued looking at her features thinking on how beautiful she was; and how he didn't really think she would be able to answer the question he had asked. He was trying to spark up conversation that wouldn't turn them to fighting or either of them becoming distant again. Man! I'm pathetic; here I go trying to make conversation with some who is centuries my elder. This could go so badly, but here I am trying to get it started. I'm an idiot! His thoughts were dripping with self directed sarcasm, for actually thinking he could use something like her master to start up conversation, but it was all he knew that wouldn't place one of them, on the defensive.
His training had not even come close to preparing him for the slaughter, but he had managed to make it into the base, and from the shadows killed his way to the computer room. It had been a task that led many high ranking officials to take note of him, and when he finally made it back to his command post he received notice of his promotion, and of the many medals from making the war even possible to win. His thoughts went to the hunt that even then he had enjoyed so much. This is who I am now: hmm maybe who I always have been. The thought rung loudly in his consciousness making his jaw tighten.
Troy's head snapped to look her in the eye as she finally broke the silence with a question that took him a few seconds to figure out the meaning. "Um. Yeah it was. It reminded me of something." He said his tone not as distant as it had been but slightly dazed. He looked at her for a few seconds recognizing the pure emotion he seen in her eyes: it was concern. His eyes never left her's as his hand played over the blade that he had yet sheathed. "So: were heading to see your master now, might you know what he wants to meet me for so badly? It has made him seem a bit lacking in patience, which if he's as old as I think he is, then that can't be true." Troy questioned with a smile crossing his face, and a chuckle while enjoying the emotion that had finally been let out to be seen. It was something he had been wanting to see since he first woke up on the table at the safe house where she had given him the blood.
Troy continued looking at her features thinking on how beautiful she was; and how he didn't really think she would be able to answer the question he had asked. He was trying to spark up conversation that wouldn't turn them to fighting or either of them becoming distant again. Man! I'm pathetic; here I go trying to make conversation with some who is centuries my elder. This could go so badly, but here I am trying to get it started. I'm an idiot! His thoughts were dripping with self directed sarcasm, for actually thinking he could use something like her master to start up conversation, but it was all he knew that wouldn't place one of them, on the defensive.