Greenhouses

OOC: thanks >:]

Amy:
I flick my eyes to the other who was here. "Amy Kaldin, not that you need remember it." I move swiftly bringing my blade around Fafnir's neck, "I've been waiting for your head."

Fafnir:
I chuckle
"Your not going to kill me Amy, it doesn't matter how many lives you claim to have severed for justice." I lean back and whisper in herear, "Your no different than me."

Amy:
I glower and bring my blade across her neck, cutting it deeply as purple blood bled from the wound. Fafnir chokes and is lowered to her knees but I keep my blade under her chin.
"Silence you cur, I'm nothing like you."

"Listen, I know not what feud you two have, but can we settle this where there aren't any students or teachers?"

Amy:
I look up at the boy, then back at Fafnir. After a silence I sheathe my blades on my back and step away from Fafnir; then I look towards the guy who had intervened.
"I care not for this place, but, I have honor which I live by so I will cooperate...for now."

Fafnir:
Standing up, the wound on my neck closes and heals
"So, you have a better place in mind hm?"

"Thank you, this place has seen enough hardship. I'd recommend the forrest. No one goes there."

Amy:
I look to Fafnir
"You know...perhaps our conflict can wait, I have others to deal with besides you so, if you have any decent respect, you'll leave."

Fafnir:
I raise both eyebrows,
"Wow Amy, this is knew for you."
As I disappear into smoke, taking my poisons with me I whistle her a goodbye

Amy:
After Fafnir leaves I turn to the guy
"I've been meaning to find someone who could explain where it is I am. Am I assuming correctly you know?"

"You're in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardly, one of the finest wizarding school in the world."

Not knowing if I should trust this one yet, I decide to stick to my code name, "You can call my Sound" I extend my hand to her.

I look around
"A wizarding school hm..." I tie my ankle length scarlet hair into a ponytail and shake his hand.
"I'm Amy as I said before, I'm a hunter."

"I'm an auror, and hunter of what exactly?"

"That all depends on the highest bidder."
I lean against the wall
"I find working for one person alone a little redundant, and I care not for who I am hunting for, because if they betray me or con me for my service and then never pay, they regret it quickly." My hand moves to the handle of one of my swords

"A mercenary in essence. You'll find no quarrels with me so long as you don't attack my friends or family here."

"Yes, if that is how you want to put it."
I cut away some of the plants Fafnir left behind and watched as they wilted.
"Unfortunately, Fafnir will have to wait." I hadn't noticed that my nose was bleeding but when I did I wiped the blood away and sniffed
"And who are you, really?" My expression was serious

"What are you talking about? I've been straight forward with you."

I scoff, not smiling as I lightly kick a rock
"A pleasant lie that."
I untie my hair, letting my sinful scarlet locks cascade to my ankles
"If you think you can lie to me about your name, much less who you are, your foolish in that respect. I've said who I am."

"It's nothing personal. My family is an ancient one of aurors most skilled. For generations we have been fighting the forces of darkness and as a safety precaution, we have monikers. With names, we can be tracked on maps and such."

"Call me Sound, it's the name I was first born with it anyway."

"Fine then; and my family too has a history of our profession. All of us were skilled at certain things, one of my skills, for example, is swordplay."
Some of the ground is wet, I stomp in a small puddle, creating water droplets; one of which I slice in half with one of my swords, then I sheathe it again.

"I can see you're very talented. My brother might have to speak with you, more or less. He too is skilled at sword combat and I'm sure he'd appreciate another."

"I too would not mind meeting another skilled swordsman. But unfortunately, I cannot be as open as to who I am than I used to be."
I look down at my hand
"It's all because of, a certain incident."

This woman seemed to be tough as nails, but not as forgone as Crest.

"What incident is that?"

I turned my side to him and pulled down the collar of my white shirt, revealing two healed but still faintly visible bite marks; one on my neck, the other on my shoulder
"It was in Siberia, I was sent to take down a corrupted Slavic Lord; but little was I informed that this man, along with his clan were undead immortals. They caught me, kept me, starved me and many other things to see exactly how tough I was. Being the person I am, I exceeded all of their expectations and in the end, he had two of his members turn me. And in the very first months of my...cursed life I went nearly mad."

OOC Funny story, we have another vamp on here named Amy lol

IC

"A vampire... I'm terribly sorry for them turning you." I tell her sympathetically.

OOC: Ha, that is pretty ironic ;]

I put my collar back up and sigh
"It has made my job considerably harder, as well as telling people I am not with other vampires. I detest my condition to the point of starvation sometimes"

I frown as I think of my other brother, Artisan.

"I think I know what you went through."

I look up
"Oh really? How so?"

"Well you see, I have two brothers, Crest and Artisan. Both of them are two of the strongest in my family including me."

"Crest is the swordsmen I told you about. He's about as cold and unbending as the steel he fights with but he's devoted to the end."

"Artisan is my other brother. He's a skilled craftsman and invents many wonderful devices to help us. Recently he got bitten... and he hates it."

"Well I promise you have nothing to worry about from the hunger that plagues the borderlands of my thoughts."
I gaze for a bit at my pale skin
"Although, I wonder why they turned me instead of draining me; it bothers me that I think there was some sort of reason."