Sarin was well known for her fury, and well known for the short fuse that led to it. And while she was seemingly a rage filled adult trapped in a childs body, she was occasionally prone to child like tendencies. Rabbits were one of them. It was with one of her favorites that she lounged on a sofa with. The flemish giant made Sarin look even smaller than she really was as he laid there, perched on her chest and enjoying the scritches he was getting behind the ear. These creatures were rarely, if ever, a target of her fury, so they knew no fear in the presence of what they believed to be a child.
Idly scratching her favorite behind the ear, Sarin ran the tip of her tongue around her fangs, allowing her mind to ponder the serious business while in comfort. Perhaps soon it would be time for another show in her arena. It had been awhile since she'd hosted guests in her estate and the last thing that Mistress Sarin wanted was for the other clans to get too comfortable with their presence in District 3. No...if Sarin had it her way, they'd all live in fear. Even Clan Master Zeo whom she harbored a truce of sorts with. She hadn't gone out of her way to pluck any of his clan members for her blood sports like she had the others. Word Count: 302 Notes: Etu Damu lounge
Post by Jean-Renée Saulnier on Jan 29, 2014 10:19:26 GMT
Now, nearly anyone that knew Jean-Renée and knew him well would have likely found it strange that as he was lead down the corridor to one of Clan Mistress Sarin's more private sections of her residence he was experience a sensation quite close to the nervous butterflies that humans often claimed to have to deal with. In fact, anyone that knew him at all would have said he was incapable of such nerves - but this would have been blatantly false as really, Jean-Renée often found himself feeling this way when taking on a new commission. He just hid it remarkably well. Even now, the only outward sign the Frenchman would give to being in such a state was the occasional tug at the end of his long braid of hair that hung over his shoulder as he followed the slave silently along.
Everything in this house was quiet, and really it seemed more a palace than a house simply because it was so vast and ornate...and so pristine. But it wasn't the grandness of Sarin's abode that had Jean-Renée feeling intimidated. No, it was the prospect of being alone in the company of Sarin and Sarin alone that made him feel such a thing - and indeed, if he'd just admitted it out loud most would likely find such a thing understandable. Child vampires, after all, were unpredictable at best - but Sarin was even more so and that was quite troublesome indeed. Especially since the Frenchman was quite aware of where he stood in regards to most leaders of clans. His only saving grace was likely that she, too, was a Turned - so perhaps that might help her find him more appealing.
It wasn't long until they came to a door, which he was told to wait at politely while the slave entered first to both announce and likely seek permission for his being there. Sarin wasn't known for sharing time easily, at least not with those that she didn't know, and really Jean-Renée could hardly blame her for it as he couldn't imagine the life of any clan leader being easy. Certainly his dear friend Zeo seemed to be constantly kept busy by it, organized though he was, so he couldn't see how things would be different for Mistress Sarin. So rather than be affronted that he was made to wait, he merely smiled and did so patiently as really, a good portion of his career was just that - and he'd been at it for a great many years now so waiting, like the rest of his particular trade, was something he'd had time to master.
Eventually, it was likely that the slave would return, and ever so meekly request that he follow him in - and Jean-Renée would do so gracefully. His posture was good, back straight, and head held high enough to denote his confidence in his work without being held so high that Sarin might think he was daring to think above himself. Humility was as deeply ingrained in the Frenchman's ways as patience was, so the moment he was inside the room, his lashes would lower and he would stand quite respectfully in silence as he awaited the Mistress's command. It was true that Sarin wasn't /his/ mistress, but she was /a/ mistress and to Jean-Renée, that meant that she deserved the same amount of respect. He wouldn't speak until he was given permission to do so, nor would he put the briefcase down until invited. He'd dealt with royalty in his time, and the leaders of whatever realm he happened to find himself in...and right now he was in Sarin's realm, so he would only do and say what she allowed him until he knew enough of her to be able to speak for himself.
Sarin had lain there on the sofa for a time, pondering things and idly petting the giant perched on her chest, when a light knock on the door broke the silence in her lounge. Her silvery eyes slid to the door, regarding it with a mixture of suspicion and boredom. Hooking her tiny hands under the flemish giants forelegs, she lifted it with easy vampiric strength and placed the creature on the ground. Nose quivering the rabbit slipped under the claw footed sofa immediately. "Enter." The slave that had led Jean-Renee through the winding halls stepped into the room and the pair exchanged but a few words. It was uncommon for her slaves to not know what she wanted these days. All the slaves that had been stupid enough not to learn her patterns wound up blind. Soon enough the tailor stood before her.
It was no secret that Sarin hated women, but she had yet to display any sense of undeserved dislike toward men with extreme feminine qualities. Even Allistar, another Frenchman, who had recently been in her estate until late, had received what Sarin believed to be 'boundless patience'. This one however, Jean-Renee, appeared to know his place. The clan mistress was silent for several minutes, blinking slowly at the frenchman. Only after a time did she turn wordlessly from him to stride across the room on tall heels. It was at a small bar that she stopped, the counter lowered just a slight so that the short mistress wouldn't have to stoop to stretching. Reaching for a decanter nearer the edge of the bar, she silently poured herself a glass and took a sip. The anti-coagulant that had been added to allow it to last a bit was hardly noticeable. "Do you thirst, Mister Sauliner?" Word Count: 365 Notes: Etu Damu lounge
Post by Jean-Renée Saulnier on Feb 24, 2014 7:55:00 GMT
In his time on this earth, he'd learned a few things about those that considered themselves his 'better' - the first being that nearly all vampires seemed to view themselves as such, regardless of whether they were Turned like he was or not. This clan mistress, well she was no different, and he was of the easy-going mindset to simply not be offended or upset by it. In part, he supposed he could even agree with them as he was rather weak for a vampire of his age - even he did have some sort of ability. But to him, such things hardly mattered. It was his work that mattered. And his life. And he enjoyed both.
Fingers tapped idly on the leg of his slacks, the for once taller vampire simply watching his elder as she moved about the room - and found himself faintly bemused as he was reminded of yet another thing about his superiors. They loved to make him wait, which was pretty much what she was doing right at this moment. Of course, he was a smart man and because of that he certainly didn't even show a single sign of impatience and merely did as Mistress Sarin likely wanted.
When she asked if he was thirsty, a small but genuine smile curved his lips even as he gave a gentle shake of his head. "Non, merci.", he said softly, a hand reaching up to absently fiddle with the ends of his braid. Perhaps he could have said more, but instead he merely went about getting his tools ready as he waited politely for the Mistress to slake her own thirst. Notebook and pen were extricated from a slim black case, along with several fabric swatches that he thought she might enjoy, and an elegant black tape measure with white markings on it.
Already his mind was working, calculating things like cut and style and length...and season. At least one thing was already for sure, and that was simply that he would certainly enjoy making her dresses. The little vampiress had a sense of style that he'd have fun with, and seemed to have a love of color too, which was always nice. Still, he didn't say anything or do anything else, and merely continued to wait. Word Count: 382
Post by Sarin Borakiev on Apr 20, 2014 11:30:41 GMT
She sipped from the glass slowly, not to relish the taste, but more to keep the blood inside from staining her upper lip. Her eyes were settled on Jean-Renée's actions and she wasn't disappointed. After declining her invitation for a drink with a small smile, he pulled out multiple pretty bits of fabric. The young mistress could already see herself wearing a few of them. As Sarin finished her drink, the glass was set back on the bar with a small "clink" before she moved to lounge on her couch once more. She waited for him to finish setting up his things before speaking. "I hear that you're the best when it comes to custom dresses... I sincerely hope that you don't disappoint." She smirked before sitting up. "Now, let's see those swatches."
Sarin wasn't known for her patience, nor was it a secret that when what little amount of patience she had was tried, bad things tended to happen. So far, this one seemed rather prompt. Such a thing could always changed though so, as the man moved to sit and show her the swatches, she would take the briefest of moments to quickly look him over and size him up for her games. His slight frame wouldn't prove a challenge for any of her gladiators, and she felt a little twinge of regret at the thought that she might have to toss him in the pit, for he listened well so far and didn't challenge her. He also seemed to know his place which was a wonderful quality to have for any person in her company.
(First post with Andy as Sarin! I'd appreciate some feedback on how I did in keeping to her personality and character and maybe some feedback on how I could be better at doing so. X3)