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| Tweet Topic Started: Jun 25 2007, 10:21 PM (296 Views) | |
| Vito | Jun 25 2007, 10:21 PM Post #1 |
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Mornings. There was a great reason that Vittore hated mornings. It wasn’t because he woke up with bad breath of bed head. Because of what he was, Vito was immune to such mundane things as that. He woke up just as perfect as he was when he went to bed. Nor was it the fact that more often than not, he wore to an empty bed. Contrary to popular belief, Vito wasn’t actually that big of a player. Sure, he had more than his fair share of conquests. He was sure that if he really wanted, he could have some sort of school record. But he didn’t want a record for that, even if it was amusing to hear about Vittore Luzio’s removing bed. One person came into it as another one left. Nor was it the uniform, though he hated it. His first year at this school, he had though that the robes were ridiculous. He had hated them so much. He had done everything in his power to wear them all wrong. Now, it had become habit to miss a button or two when fastening his short to show his neck more. It became normal for him not to fasten his robe closed or leave his tie dangling about his neck in a limp string of silk. Vito had made the uniform his own. No. It wasn’t that. There was one reason and one alone that Vito couldn’t stand mornings. That reason was Nathan Hellsing. Now, Vito had never attempted to try and get into the pants of the Slayer, and for good reason. He rather valued his head where it was. He was sure that a slayer would easily dispatch of a half, even if it was a half incubus and not a vampire. He didn’t want to sport a piercing through his chest, curacy of a wooden rail road spike. Not that bodily harm had ever stopped him from pursuing a conquest yet. So, that wasn’t his deterrent. The simple fact of the matter was that Vito tried nothing with his fellow Slytherin because he absolutely detested the guy. Nathan reminded him of all the people from his country. All those people who had treated him like some freakish monster. When the slayer was around, Vito couldn’t help but remember even more vividly what he was supposed to be. A memory that made him act far more like an incubus than he really would have in any other circumstance. Because of that, Vito hated Nathan with a passion. Hated his fellow Slytherin so much that he saw red every time he had to interact with him…which happened to be every damn breakfast. Still, Vito hated him more because deep down, he did like his fellow rule breaker. Though he didn’t see Nathan as a partner in crime, he did see him as a sort of mischief cohort. If the powers that be were after Nathan, it gave him time to do his own brand of mischief making. That, and Nathan was a great Quidditch player. Vito actually missed playing with that smug bastard, not that he would ever admit a much. Besides, the young Hellsing boy often let slip some of the best tasting emotions Vito had sampled. Such surprise snacks were few and far between but none the less enjoyable to him. Still, he had been gone a year. He had left the school in search of his father. He hadn’t seen his frienemy in that long. He really wasn’t looking forward to the first re-acquaintance with the dark haired male. He would endure it though, because Vito had a very important question he needed to ask. One that meant the world to him. He needed to know if there was still a spot on the Quidditch team for him. Still, it took a great deal of pride swallowing to walk towards and sit down at the table across from Nathan and lightly clear his throat to get the slayer’s attention. Still, he wondered if the other would even bother to acknowledge him today. |
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| Nathan Helsing | Jun 26 2007, 10:22 AM Post #2 |
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A warm cup of black bitter coffee. A plate of morning steak, a bowl of cereal, random fruits and vegetables, and several empty glasses of water and orange juice. For as someone with his asiantic stature, it was almost impossible to comprehend that the young Helsing boy could eat that much. It was said that males naturally had bigger appetites--but in reality, this was Nathan's second serving. Where in the world did he manage to put all that food away, and still manage to pull off a nice build? Bless the fact that he was super active, and that his metabolism was crazy high. In anycase, this was how Nathan started most mornings. (Well, actually, he'd been awake for two hours already...) His face was already hidden behind a copy of the Daily Prophet--okay, so he was a Slytherin, but he had alot of Ravenclaw tendancies. First off, he was a fucking genius. Second, he had already read the paper over once, and was only now checking for any information to him that might be useful. His light brown eyes glanced over the black and white print as he sipped his goblet of coffee. This morning, his tie was loosely hung around his beck, with several pins attatched to the tie. Usually of silver things. A cross on a silver chain hung about his neck, tangled with the tie--his family emblem. His raven lockes were, as usual, spiked, with his bangs hanging on both sides of his head, right next to his ears, which were pierced. Several times. The newspaper showed the usual things--which disappointed the young Helsing. The schoolyear had began, though barely, and there was no sign of anything. Nothing. Yet. He could sense it, like some kind of animal, some impending doom--something bad was going to happen. Something seriously bad. Even though he didn't sign up for Divinations, he thought he would make it a point to go up and see that new Professor. See if she knew anything of the sort. Though, he highly doubted it. Divination Professors in the past were usually so hopped up on some kind of acidic herb that made them seem like prophets, when they were very fake. And Nathan could point out a fake from 100 miles away. He already knew that Vito was here, in his presence, though. Things that well, weren't exactly "humes" gave off this sort of electrical buzz. The frequencies were different. There was only a slight change in frequency, but a change, nonetheless. It was kind of like knowing someone had changed your favorite radio station when you had slipped out of the car to put in gas. And since Vito was the only Incubus-half that he knew that attended Hogwarts, it naturally had to be him. Vampires, muggles, wizards--everything had their own sort of frequency. Hearing the slight clear of the throat, Nathan let the top of newspaper flop, though he didn't raise his light brown eyes to meet Vito's. His eyes were still glancing over the print on the newspaper. The boy had been gone for a year, supposivedly on some kind of search for the guy's father. Like a lost duck looking for its mother. Pheh. Still, he wore this kind of smug grin, "What is it that you want, Damn Sex Fiend?" Like he'd ever use the half-incubus' real name. Then again, he never used anyones real name, choosing to use the nicknames he made up for someone. |
“Morality and justice don't really suit me. Words like that and what comes out of asses are surprisingly similar.”--Nathan Helsing
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| Vito | Jun 26 2007, 11:34 AM Post #3 |
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Typical. How pleasantly typical. And part of the reason Vito couldn’t stand the Helsing boy. He too seemed to be able to eat a great deal, but strangely Vito wasn’t one to over indulge. However, he knew where his trim figure came from. It came from his bloodline. Nathan though. That just annoyed him, how the Asian could eat so much and never gain a pound. Vito was sure that, had he been human and eat like Nathan did, he would end up being one of those fat old Italian men one always saw in the television. It was just one of the thousand little things that drove Vittore slightly insane when he had to deal with his fellow Slytherin. Still, it was good to know that the more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Same big breakfast. Same stupid propaganda rag. Nathan Helsing was in high form this morning and they hadn’t even really spoken yet. He frowned for a moment at that little emblem. He wasn’t affected by crosses like some creatures were. He doubted he would be. Still, he had too many bad experiences as a child of people clutching their rosaries and making signs of their faiths whenever he walked past. But he would leave it alone. As he always had. Instead, as always, he would ignore all those unpleasant memories of childhood and deal with the troubles of today. He wasn’t at all surprised that the other male had already known he was here. He supposed that the young Helsing had known of his presence the moment he stepped foot in the school. Sure, he had been gone, but the moment he had gotten back, the rumors followed quickly behind. Who else but Vittore Luzio would be that gorgeous Italian stranger that just came to the school? Who but Vito naturally smelled like desirable things and talked like sin personified? To him, it was like he was a lord who had just returned to his great estate after being away. Only, there was this fellow lord that, just by being himself, got under Vito’s skin. He was sure that Nathan knew too, why he had left. He had never said why he was leaving. He had just up and vanished one day when he had seen something in that stupid rag about an incubus spotting near Rome. The description had sounded too much like himself for him to ignore. But now he was back, as if he had never left, with nothing more than he knew before. Hopes of finding his father and learning about what he could and couldn’t do as a half-incubus gone like a fine mist under the sunlight. The paper came down and he forced a smile on his own face. Even the most forced smile of Vito’s seemed to hold a promise of a long night of bliss. He didn’t mind that Nathan called him that. Even if it wasn’t exactly true, it was a bit funny. Besides, he had his own names for the other…“Is that all you can say after my triumphant return, Buffy? I’m hurt. I would think I would at least get the common courtesy of a hello. But no. You have to go right for the throat, don’t you.” He was joking of course. He never expected civility from Nathan. That was their relationship before he had left. Strained…Insulting. The only time they seemed to be remotely friendly to Vito had been on the pitch. “I suppose since you just have to be that way, I won’t give you a good to be back kiss.” He reached out and snagged some toast and spread some marmalade on it with elegant motions. “Always business as usual with you, isn’t it, Slayer-boy…I suppose then I’ll cut right to the chase….Quidditch.” He doubted that he needed to say anything more about it than that. Nathan was a smart guy. He was sure that the other would know what Vito was after. He wanted his spot on the team back. “Though…I’m sure you already know that I mix business with pleasure.” He teased once more, taking a bite out of his toast and smiling happily. He had missed Hogwarts food. |
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| Nathan Helsing | Jun 26 2007, 02:01 PM Post #4 |
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“Is that all you can say after my triumphant return, Buffy? I’m hurt. I would think I would at least get the common courtesy of a hello. But no. You have to go right for the throat, don’t you.” New insults always did catch the asians attention. Buffy though? Raising his eyes off from the black and white print, this warped smile crossed his features. "And now we know what television you watch when you're bored," he said with a sheer. "Except that it's old. What, did you buy the DVD box set with that prostituting money?" he added with a disinterested yawn. The only reason Nathan knew about the existance of Buffy was because his father had ranted about it. For a -long- time. Especially when his father had caught his older half brother watching it in his room--well, laughing his ass off. Because Jesse had been a full fledged slayer. That had been years ago. He leaned over, his chin in the palm of his hand. "What is that? You imagine me in a cheerleading costume? My, my. Now you're a sexual deviant," he said with a grin. Oh, Nathan did enjoy pressing the incubus-half's buttons. The presence didn't bother him at all. Then again, there wasn't alot of things that bothered him. Mischiviousness was clearly painted on his face. If anything, the incubus-half was just another person he could pick on. “I suppose since you just have to be that way, I won’t give you a good to be back kiss. Always business as usual with you, isn’t it, Slayer-boy…I suppose then I’ll cut right to the chase….Quidditch. Though…I’m sure you already know that I mix business with pleasure.” "Quidditch, hmm?" he said, and sat up, picking up his mug of black coffee and sipping it. To be honest? He hadn't found too many new-comers that were any promising on the Quidditch field...in fact. Most of them couldn't fly. He did have his eye on a particular Hufflepuff that did seem to have some hidden ability. But how to get the Hufflepuff to play for the Slytherin's was going to be a different story. Alot of the good players had graduated. Usually, he'd drag potential players to the field. But it seemed that Vito had wanted to play. From behind his coffee mug, Nathan's eyes narrowed on the incubus. Vito had been a valuable player the year before last. But...he put down the mug on the long table before him. He wasn't going to let him join -that- easily. "How bad do you want it?" he said, a grin stretching wide on his face. Oh yes. This would DEFINATELY be fun. There was a reason this half-blood wizard was called the Devil of Hogwarts, and the upcoming situation would definately proove why. Why not have a little fun before classes would start? He was up to something. |
“Morality and justice don't really suit me. Words like that and what comes out of asses are surprisingly similar.”--Nathan Helsing
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| Vito | Jun 26 2007, 03:51 PM Post #5 |
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Buffy wasn’t’ the best one he had, but it had been all he could really think of at the time. It was still early in the day, and Vito hadn’t woken up next to a nice warm body. He always found it hard to function when he had to wake up alone. Still, he was sure that deep down, Nathan didn’t like being called that, even if the dark haired Slytherin did laugh it off as just another of a monumental strong of insults he had heard thought the years. "And now we know what television you watch when you're bored. Except that it's old. What, did you buy the DVD box set with that prostituting money?" Already to that. It didn’t bother him like it should have. Nathan didn’t have to know that he did…at some points…sleep with people for the cash. He was always careful about it though, and very discerning and discreet. How else could he continue to afford school supplies and living above one of the inns when he had been cut off from his family completely. He was too proud to ask for loans and scholarships, but not too proud to play rent a date to the lonely and rich. “No…that money does into my Ruling the world account.” He shot back with ease. Vito could easily take crack at himself if it made the other look stupid. His tone had said that Helsing should have known that already and that he was dumb as hell for not. “I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m ruling the Universe by the end of the semester.” He grinned back. He was sure to all the world around them, it might look like they were two old friends shooting the breeze about old time and what they did over the summer. It couldn’t be more different. In fact, he nearly choked on his toast trying not to laugh at Nathan’s grinning words "What is that? You imagine me in a cheerleading costume? My, my. Now you're a sexual deviant." Putting his toast down and getting his breath back, he gave Nathan one of his most talented smiles to date. It was the kind of smile that wound end even the most devout of nun’s vows of chastity. He did it because he knew it did nothing to Nathan. At least, he had never seen it work on the dark haired boy yet. “And here I thought I was the incubus. Stalking about in my wet dreams now, are you? I bet you already have one hidden in your closet. You don’t have to go to all that trouble…you know. It’d just end up on the floor under my bed. But if that’s your things…I suppose I’ll just have to deal with it. My little Helsing all grown up and become a cross dresser!” he made a little sighing sound, almost like a parent who was highly disappointed. It didn’t work at all, only coming out in the smooth voice tainted with sarcasm. Still, it looked that for the time being, a temporary ceasefire had been silently declared. Vito took that moment of lull to lightly play with a strand of his wavy hair. Hair he knew most girls would kill to have. He nodded when Nathan seemed to ask that word back to him. “Does this place have an echo or something. Yes… Quidditch.” It was strange that he had missed playing that game so much. He had been good at it. It was just too bad he had been stupid enough to believe what he had read that one time. He was sure that if he had stayed, Slytherin would have the cup right now. Still, he was more than sure that it wasn’t going to be so easy to rejoin the team. Regardless of the fact that his skills as a chaser were still as sharp as ever. He watched that devil grin and he had to smile back. That was why he begrudgingly liked Nathan. Because the other boy was a lot like him. They were both devils of a sort. Nathan was the mischievous kind who pulled pranks and picked on others. Vito was the sort of devil that haunted dreams and stole loved ones away with nothing more than a smile and a hello. “How bad do you want it?" It took a lot of willpower not to take that and run with it in the most perverted way possible. For a moment, it looked like he was aching to twist those words into something far less innocent than the corrupted words already were. “How bad…Bad enough, I suppose. You know I’m better than any other chaser out there, and I’m sure I’ll look good no matter what color I wear.” He was sure that if he really wanted to, he could seduce his way onto another house team so that he could still play. “Still, I suppose that you’ll just have to tell me what wondrous hazing I have to put myself though to put on the Slytherin uniform again.” he smiled and gave Nathan his own demon smile. “So the big money question is how badly do you want to win the cup?” |
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| Nathan Helsing | Jun 26 2007, 11:28 PM Post #6 |
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The moment Nathan had downed one goblet of his black coffee, the goblet refilled itself again. It was a nice thing, this enchanted school with its enchanted coffee. There weren't too many people he knew that could appreciate black coffee without coffee or milk. Those things tended to ruin the rich bitter flavor it already had. Then again, Nathan wasn't a fan of sweets. Even the fruit he ate had to be somewhat sour before he'd even touch it. In any case, names rarely affected him. Professor Aster, or, as Nathan liked to call him "Damn Spook", called him "brat". And oh, did he get many insulting words from his step-mother. You kind of get used to insults and names and ill will toward you. Whatever heart that he wore on his shoulder had died when Jesse had disappeared. And if he had a heart, it was black and shriveled, and permanently frozen. That's what he liked to believe, anyway. Friends? What were those? He prefered the word minion. Maybe slave. Alot of things came with the territory of being a hunter, and unfortunately "friends" weren't one of those things. In fact, it was probably one of the most dangerous things to have. “No…that money does into my Ruling the world account. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m ruling the Universe by the end of the semester.” "Great. Then the entire Universe would be a fucking Brothel. Let's go around and pass about STD's like they were candy," he said, and rolled his eyes. He grinned a little to himself. "Then I'd be out of a damn job. I wouldn't have to worry about vampires, I'd have to worry about STD's. Yuck. Then I'd have to become a doctor," he said, and cringed. If there was anything Nathan hated, it was being normal. He truely believed that acting like everyone else was boring. Virtually nothing was known about Nathan's sex life. It was rumored that he was into some crazy shit--bondage, beating, biting, leather, but no one actually knew. He had had plenty of girlfriends and or boyfriends, but the longest anyone had lasted had been a week. (It wasn't that Nathan was bisexual. Honestly? He didn't give a flying fuck.) The shortest? Five minutes. And there was no word on what he had done with them. Actually, there was. Nothing. He never turned anyone down who had asked him out. But those things never really lasted long. Vito gave him that smile again. Honestly, was he trying to seduce him? Sure. It would have worked. If he had a -heart- to begin with. He merely quirked an eyebrow. “And here I thought I was the incubus. Stalking about in my wet dreams now, are you? I bet you already have one hidden in your closet. You don’t have to go to all that trouble…you know. It’d just end up on the floor under my bed. But if that’s your things…I suppose I’ll just have to deal with it. My little Helsing all grown up and become a cross dresser!” "Sure I'll sleep with you, Damn Sex Fiend. I'll even dress up as a cheerleader. But only if you'd like to wake up with a vagina in the morning," he said, putting on the sweetest smile he could muster, with sarcasm dripping from his lips. And he wasn't talking about using a Charming spell either. He'd transfigure something random into a knife and--well, you know where the rest of that thought was going. “How bad…Bad enough, I suppose. You know I’m better than any other chaser out there, and I’m sure I’ll look good no matter what color I wear. Still, I suppose that you’ll just have to tell me what wondrous hazing I have to put myself though to put on the Slytherin uniform again. So the big money question is how badly do you want to win the cup?” He had spent almost the entire summer improving his skills. Even though Nathan was a natural good Quidditch player, he spent a good deal of his time practicing. It expelled alot of pent up energy/rage into something, well, constructive. It was well known that Nathan had a tendency to...well, play Quidditch as if he were about to kill someone. He crossed one leg over the other. The way he held himself was wild, untamed. "New recruits. That's the hazing. And a mascot," he said. He folded his arms over his chest. The players from last year had graduated, leaving few players. He narrowed his eyes, in the utmost of seriousness. "Gnab an attractive looking girl, I don't care, force her into some bunny suit, and have her advertise for recruits." That was all he wanted. The least he wanted to do was borrow kids from another House. Though he did have his eye on a particular Hufflepuff, really, who he knew he'd somehow force into joining the team. |
“Morality and justice don't really suit me. Words like that and what comes out of asses are surprisingly similar.”--Nathan Helsing
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| Vito | Jun 27 2007, 11:48 AM Post #7 |
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It wasn’t really that Vito had any true ill will towards Nathan. In a way, he knew why he detested the other boy so much. It was because the dark haired boy was a lot like him. They were similar. Though he loved himself, Vito couldn’t stand anyone who was so like him. It was hard to deal with another people who had such a dark heart. The real reason was because Nathan’s dark heart was dead, and Vito’s was alive and in charge of him at all times. Most likely due it his blood. Not that he would ever admit to being an emo-kid. Hell no. he’d rather go out on a date with the ugliest boy on campus than be called that. "Great. Then the entire Universe would be a fucking Brothel. Let's go around and pass about STD's like they were candy. Then I'd be out of a damn job. I wouldn't have to worry about vampires, I'd have to worry about STD's. Yuck. Then I'd have to become a doctor.” This one Vito could not leave alone. He had tried once and barely managed. He couldn’t help but take this one on. It was too easy, but he found himself doing it anyway. “I you…we can play doctor any time you like, so that you can get your practice in. I’m sure you would look great in a little nurse outfit, cross dressing cross barer. But I’ll have you know…I’m still clean.” He supposed it was one of those little perks of being what he was. He had never caught anything really nasty from any of his encounters. Not that he would. Vito was actually pretty pick about who picked him up. He was also sure that Nathan knew that. Sometimes he wondered just what Nathan did know about Half-incubi. Surely, it was a lot more than Vito knew about himself. Another thing that made the other so annoying to him. He watched that eyebrow go up. He didn’t really know, and didn’t really care about the other boy’s sex life. Though he might tease and talk big, Vito would never accept a Helsing into his bed. He did have some standards. He also didn’t bother to believe everything he head about the other. He could do kinky shit if he wanted, but Vito opted out for more sensual play. He also didn’t care which way Nathan’s door swung. It was no secret that Vito’s passions ran both ways. Some rumors had it that he went after anything that moved…and some things that didn’t. So what if Nathan was a bit more of a deviant than him, who cared. He was still number one in that department. Not that there was any sort of contest to begin with. He nearly spit out his toast in an effort not to laugh at Nathan’s not so vague threat. He wouldn’t put it past that boy to be like some black widow spider. He could just see them going to bed and only one coming out again the next morning. Not ever having fought off a Slayer before, Vito was positive that the one who would walk away under his own power would be Nathan. He watched the other from across the table. He knew he had hit a vein. And deeply. Sometimes, he thought that if Nathan didn’t have Quidditch, there would be a lot of random killings. He knew that if he didn’t have it, there would be a lot less eligible people about to date. He’d have had them all. Still, he was very serous about the game, almost as much as Nathan was. Because ion that game, he found a place where he was needed. Where he belonged. And not just as some walking sex symbol. "New recruits. That's the hazing. And a mascot. Gnab an attractive looking girl, I don't care, force her into some bunny suit, and have her advertise for recruits." Nathan was serious. He could tell that. But he couldn’t help but feel a bit cheated. “Is that all? And here I thought you were going to make me do something hard. Like seduce Professor Lobardy or something. I’ll get you your mascot.” If not an attractive girl, he was sure he could do it. He could advertise and then when it came time, he could play. After all, Vito was sure he could out sexy even the best looking girl, if he really tried hard enough. “Any recruit in particular you want me to…go after. Or is this to be just general cattle call? After all, who knows what might show up on try out day if you don’t have a set of parameters for me to play in.” Not that Vito didn’t know. He knew what to look for in a good quid ditch player. They had a particular…taste to them. |
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| Nathan Helsing | Jun 27 2007, 11:05 PM Post #8 |
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“I you…we can play doctor any time you like, so that you can get your practice in. I’m sure you would look great in a little nurse outfit, cross dressing cross barer. But I’ll have you know…I’m still clean.” "Ahahaha. Next time I need someone's liver, I'll make sure to let you know," Nathan said almost disinterestedly. "Or any other body organ for that matter," he said as as a second thought. Nathan did seem to be the kind of person that would be in those kind of urban legends, one of those people who would sleep with a person, then in the morning, whoever he had slept with would wake up in a tub of ice with some random organ missing. You know. To sell on the black market or something. But Nathan would -hate- becoming a doctor. Or anything...normal. Blankly, he stared at the incubi-half, as almost with disinterest. Who the half-incubi slept with wasn't of any concern to him--though if it had been someone like Shayla...perhaps he would have been upset. Perhaps. Okay. More than likely. More than upset. One, he wouldn't know why he would be upset, he would just know that he would be. Not like he had any romantic interest in the girl. She was kind of like...an annoying little sister, or something. He didn't know how to describe it. Perhaps it was because she was one of the few willing minions he had that didn't give him any lip. In anycase, even if Vito had slept with someone, he would have probably found out about it through the grapevine. But back onto Quidditch. Nathan was a spectacular strategist. He was scheming “Is that all? And here I thought you were going to make me do something hard. Like seduce Professor Lobardy or something. I’ll get you your mascot. Any recruit in particular you want me to…go after. Or is this to be just general cattle call? After all, who knows what might show up on try out day if you don’t have a set of parameters for me to play in.” Lightly, as if prepared, Nathan reached into his bag, and pulled out a rather organized binder. "If you want a challenge, try and seduce the damn evil priest," he grinned. Of course, he was refering Professor Iscariot. He found that he and that Professor was too damn similar--almost if Nathan had been maybe 10 years older, that was who he'd be. Which was why those two didn't get along. In any case, Nathan had heard through the grapevine that Professor Lombardy wasn't as boring a Professor as he gave off. "The Damn Old Man and you might get along way too well," he said with a sneer. Hogwart's biggest man-whores. He took out the chart, with his elegant hand-writing, of things he needed to put together the perfect Slytherin team. He figured Vito would want to scheme with him, especially if they wanted to win. "I figure we'll drag every damn Slytherin we know to try-outs," he said. He didn't even question HOW he was going to get them to try out. Nathan was scary enough to even have them question him--and he always did have Satan, his dog. "But we keep an eye out for potential good ones," he said with the utmost seriousness. "Two girl mascots, to attract more people to try out," he said. "Chances are, the people who are interested in Quidditch are going to be much better players than people who have never flown a broom," he said. "A manager, too," he said. It would be a good idea to have a manager run around doing the extra shit so that Nathan wouldn't have to--that way, his head would be in the game. |
“Morality and justice don't really suit me. Words like that and what comes out of asses are surprisingly similar.”--Nathan Helsing
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| Vito | Jun 29 2007, 12:10 PM Post #9 |
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Now, Vito knew that Nathan didn’t really care who he did or didn’t decide to go after. He also knew that Nathan knew that all his come ones towards the hunter were strictly part of business as usual. It was actually rather strange. He had been gone a year, and yet, when he had returned, he had still started up right where they had left off. Just like that year had never happened. It was nice to know that the older boy would let him continue with such a pointless activity as unloading useless lines and stress. Still, he did respect Nathan. Enough that if the boy did finally find himself someone, that Vito would leave them the hell alone. He had been known as a rather proficient significant other stealer. He was sure he had a lot of boys and girls alike cursing his name for taking their mate away. Even if he never actually did anything at all but look their way. Still, the grape vine did go both ways. That was why Vito was sure that if Nathan ever got that stick surgically removed from his ass, he would be the first to know about it. Still, that was not what was the point. Right now, it was the one thing they had in common. The one love they both held firmly to. The love of the game…Though, he thought that this year, Nathan seemed a little more organized than usual. Probably because it was his last year, or something like that. However, there were still insults to throw. "If you want a challenge, try and seduce the damn evil priest. The Damn Old Man and you might get along way too well." Vito knew all too well that Nathan was talking about and who. He didn’t care if his prowess was in question. He just found it rather funny that the slayer would think he and the Old Fart would get along. Sure, Vito had done old before…But only when he was really desperate for a fix. He hadn’t gotten that desperate in a very long time. He let the insult he had saved up slide for the chart. When it came to this, he was serious. Quidditch was his biggest fix. Emotions ran so high, that after a game, Vito didn’t have any sort of strange cravings for months. Still, he wished he didn’t have to be so impressed by how organized Nathan was. Alan retention at work, he supposed. "I figure we'll drag every damn Slytherin we know to try-outs. But we keep an eye out for potential good ones." Vito nodded in agreement, looking at what the other boy already had mapped out. “I’m sure that I’ll be able to get every Slytherin we know, and some we’ve never heard of.” It was not a boast of any kind. It was an undeniable truth. He was going to finally be able to use his demon given charms for something other than just pleasure. He hadn’t had this much of a challenge in ages really. “Two girl mascots…I can do that. I’ll have them out there in the pouring rain.” he would also do a bit of…”recruiting” himself. He was rather surprised about Nathan wanting a manager. He didn’t think Captain Tightass would want to let the team go out of his hands and into someone else’s. “I think perhaps you should be the one to look for a manager. After all, they’ll be taking over for you, not me. I’m just the sexy little honey that will lure us our flies. I’ll get you your people. You just have to keep them there long enough to figure out who’s a keeper and who to cut out. I‘ll also keep my ear to the ground for any rumors about upcoming players for other teams.” He made a small gesture of cutting a throat with his butter knife before doing up another piece of toast. “So, when will you want this done by, El Capitan? I’m sure the sooner the better….” |
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| Nathan Helsing | Jun 30 2007, 11:00 PM Post #10 |
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Unfortunately for Vito, this wasn't Nathan's last year. He was only a sixth year Slytherin. Next year would be Nathan's last year--and if Nathan was intense and serious now, he would be deadly serious his graduating year. Nathan was a genius and didn't really have to worry about trivial things such as OWLS and NEWTS. This was suprising to alot of people--most people thought that bullies were really idiots...but Nathan. No. Well, he was alot more complicated than people really thought. He didn't try to advertise that though. In general, he did not really give a rats ass about his reputation. As long as he was feared, or something like that. Maybe because it was his lack of a care for his own reputation did he bother to care about others' reputation--unless he could use it for himself of course. Probably why he could actually sit here and talk to the incubi-half. Why he liked the incubi-half? He didn't try hiding what he was. That took alot of balls. He did, at the very least though, respect the other boy. The other was a proficient Quidditch player, and, actually sat there and argued with him. There were alot of people at Hogwarts that were so easy to manipulate that it was almost boring. He did like the challenge. What were morals anyway? As long as Vito didn't sleep with select people, Nathan really didn't give a damn. Who those certain people were was under lock and key, but a couple of them were dead anyway, so it didn't matter. “I’m sure that I’ll be able to get every Slytherin we know, and some we’ve never heard of. Two girl mascots…I can do that. I’ll have them out there in the pouring rain.” "Good," he said simply. Was that a compliment? He took another large gulp of his coffee. Vito was a good resource to have around. It took, probably, no effort on the incubi-half to get people to do his bidding. There were few people who could resist the other (Nathan was one of them), but most couldn't. Nathan could talk most people into getting them to do things for him--some were easier than others. He was actually suprised that the Damn Spook Professor had offered to buy brooms this year. "New brooms, I have a shipment of new training equipment coming in. I want new players as soon as possible so that they can be trained," he said. He didn't like greenhorn players--sure, there were natural players, but those people came in far and few inbetween. "As far as mascots, I specifically do not want them to be Slytherin." An odd request. But having people who weren't playing from their house were valuable for information. He needed ears in the other houses--not just for Quidditch, but for other events that were bound to happen this school year. "Specifically people whose personalites who are friendly," he said. The kind of people that could make complete and utter strangers open up to them. They were rare, but he knew they were out there. This kind of information was dearly valuable, once again. “So, when will you want this done by, El Capitan? I’m sure the sooner the better….” "I want this work done by the end of the week," he said simply. A week was by far long enough to observe people. |
“Morality and justice don't really suit me. Words like that and what comes out of asses are surprisingly similar.”--Nathan Helsing
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| Vito | Jul 10 2007, 08:55 AM Post #11 |
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Vito knew this wasn’t Nathan’s last year. Just as he knew it wasn’t his last year either. He was younger than the hunter by a few years, and because of his little quest, he was even further behind. Still, he didn’t care that Nathan was older and that he was in a higher class than him. Vito treated everyone equally. with a little bit of disdain as well as a bit of flirtatious recklessness. Besides, he was sure that Nathan wouldn’t respect him anymore if he kissed the hunter’s ass He cared as little about who Nathan was as Nathan probably cared about what he was. He supposed it was that mutual uncaring that kept this messy relationship of give and take from becoming nasty. Let the hunter do what he wanted. So long as Nathan didn’t get in the way of Vito’s pleasures, the darker haired Slytherin could say and do whatever he wanted. He was also certain that Nathan didn’t give a damn what he did, so long as he showed up and preformed at his very best on the pitch. "Good." It was a simple singular word answer. But in a way, it was like a scent bit of praise. Vito didn’t look for praise ad accolades from anyone. he got enough of that as it was. People telling him how good looking he was. People saying how good of a chaser he was. He didn’t at all look for it. He never got it at home. Here, there was so much of it, that sometimes, he got tired of it. However, he did love a challenge of his skills in manipulation. He loved having to apply himself. it was just too easy normally. But with this recruiting and the girls, it was quite a bit of a struggle. He hoped that in the end, he would manage to rope in some good people. It would prove to this young Helsing that he might indeed be a half to be worried about in the future. He blinked when the other spoke. "New brooms, I have a shipment of new training equipment coming in. I want new players as soon as possible so that they can be trained. As far as mascots, I specifically do not want them to be Slytherin." He was actually surprised by that. New brooms. That was nice. Last time he played, the broom had already been crap. It was ncie to know he’d have brand new equipment to work with, Still, he supposed that Nathan was somehow inside his head. He was thinking that he could also do some recruiting himself. Vito had never done drag, but he was sure that he would look better than any woman. “So pretty much,” he summed up. “You want two female versions of me…but they can’t be me. Tough order, but it’ll get this done. I’ve never let a challenge like this go by.” The people he wanted sounded to him like a huffie or two. He was sure he could rope in two pretty badger girls. That would actually be the easy part. The hard part was getting his fellow Slytherin to get their asses onto the field. He also had a time limit. A very short one in all actuality. It was just getting harder. Vito couldn’t help but give Nathan one of his best demonic smiles. it was the sort of smile that would make just about anyone want him. “Tall order there, there. I’ll start after breakfast. Sooner the better, I guess. And…as an added bonus, I might just try to hit on the crusty old priest too.” His grin didn’t fade as he finished up his second piece of toast. He was really looking forward to it. “You just better keep you rend of the bargain. I expect to at least get the opportunity to try out. After all, there might be someone better. Not that I think someone like that exists.” |
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| Nathan Helsing | Jul 18 2007, 12:17 PM Post #12 |
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OOC: Okay. I can't think of what to write. XD But I did find a lovely lady to be one of our mascots. <3 |
“Morality and justice don't really suit me. Words like that and what comes out of asses are surprisingly similar.”--Nathan Helsing
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