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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Aug 13, 2008 19:16:17 GMT -5
Jasmine sat on the kitchen bench in the apartment, gazing down on the damage she had inflicted on his kitchen. One of his drawers were in splinters on the ground, surrounded by smashed pieces of china. Ashen's visit had made her realize a few thing, things that she didn't want to face.
But she had to face them. She had a few things to talk to Dieter about now... Mostly about why he was letting her stay if he saw her as a charity case. That was what he had done with Ashen right?
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 14, 2008 13:50:36 GMT -5
Dieter came home in a bit of a melancholy. He had a boring day at work and felt that unlife was just becoming droll. Dieter believed that as soon as you were caught in a cycle of pointless repetition that you were as good as dead. Jasmine, more or less, could be considered a break from the redundant nature of every day work. After all, there weren't many attacks, Dieter couldn't see to most of the jobs personally, and ultimately he was still a bit surprised he changed his line of work. Maybe Morin had it right. At least he wasn't miserable, psychotic, but not miserable.
Dieter opened the door to the apartment. He was in the mood for a bag of the pick me up zesty red. At least that's what he wanted to call a 21 year old virgin Cajun girl he found in New Orleans. She donated a pack for a few months and it was a very nice flavor. What surprised him was the smashed china and a shattered drawer. Dieter paused a moment and didn't even look at Jasmine. He just went to the fridge and stepped over the dishes. He took his bag with him to the table, took a sip, then a deep breath, "OK so what happened?"
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Aug 14, 2008 20:41:01 GMT -5
Jasmine smiled a little sarcastically at Dieter as he walked in. He didn't even look at her, which annoyed her a lot. "Well..." She began. "Your friend Ashen came over..." She smiled. "HE had some paperwork for you." She continued. Her voice was soft, but malice laced it. He was lucky she had not used one of the swords he had warned her abou8t. She fi8ngured she would keep the damage to a minimum...
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 15, 2008 13:42:49 GMT -5
Dieter picked up on the not so subtle malice. He still didn't see how Ashen heckling Dieter with paperwork was what got her to smash dishes. Dieter figured it was her that smashed the dishes. She was angry, apparently at him. Dieter knew for a fact he didn't end up killing any of her friends or relatives. He double checked that one before meeting her. Dieter didn't know exactly what was eating at her, sure he could start reading her mind to find out. However that would be a bit rude. Not to mention that kind of knowledge wouldn't be beneficial at the moment. Especially if she was mad at him for being a know it all.
"So Ashen's paperwork decided to ruin my 900 years old china?" Actually these were bought from IKEA. Dieter had heard of the phenomenon and found their priced insanely cheap. He had to get some. They also reminded him of a set of Song China he had back home. Anyway, the comment flew the colors of sarcasm.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Aug 17, 2008 18:59:10 GMT -5
Jasmine continued, ignoring his comment. "So I invited him in and we were talking. HE was supposed to be waiting for you to get home but..." She trailed off, gesturing to the mess before her. "HE told me about how he was in trouble and you took him in." She paused and looked directly at him. "Like a charity case. Like you did with me." She had finally gotten to her point. "I had nowhere to go, so you took me in. You took me in like some homeless person you felt sorry for. And it wasn't just me either, you did it to him too!" She was really getting mad again now. "How many other charity cases have you taken on Dieter? Forty, fifty?"
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 20, 2008 23:01:28 GMT -5
Dieter scratched his head. He hadn't sired many children but he definitely picked up someone to teach every once in a while. Dieter didn't really keep track of all the people he had lent a hand to or taught over the years. Sure, a few prominent ones stuck out in his mind. There were a few children he sired, people like Ashen he mentored and taught as a disciple. There were a handful of people he provided temporary guidance to and a place to stay. Ultimately he considered all things on a case by case basis. Not so much out of charity but out of a sense of civic duty. Dieter felt it was his responsibility to educate and help young vampires or vampires not capable of helping themselves. Not many people would be willing to help and Dieter felt that was a shame.
"You're right. I can see how my hospitality would be considered charity. I can assure you that most people do not find me charitable at all. Did Ashen tell you of the mandatory first exercise of being chased by magically enhanced mastiffs? Or the consequences of losing a race to a train? Or the times his wake up call was being chained in a box and dropped into the harbor? Do you think that's charitable."
Dieter grabbed a mix of blood and brandy he had concocted with some alchemical tweaks. McCullin knows his stuff. He took a sip and continued. "I do not come from a time of charity; that concept has always been hard to grasp for me. I don't know what you consider a charity case but I would hope you don't consider yourself one. I don't take just anyone into my home Jasmine. I can count the people that have been allowed into my home over the last 80 years on two hands. I sense potential in you and want to be a part of your life." Dieter took another drink, he liked the sting the brandy left in the back of your mouth. Well....at least home life wasn't so boring right now.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Aug 21, 2008 4:05:52 GMT -5
Jasmine stared at Dieter with wide eyes. How could anyonedo that to someone? Especially someonelike Ashen? She swallowed dryly. All of a sudden her temper tantrum seemed stupid. She looked down, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I din't know... I just assumed...."
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 22, 2008 1:32:39 GMT -5
"Assumed what? What do you think I was doing when I hosted people?" Dieter took another long sip from his drink. "I'm mostly seen as the psychotic teacher that gets results. That's what most people come to me for. That or protection. Is something wrong?" Dieter couldn't help but want to connect to Jasmine. He hadn't known her long and did want to know more about her. Dieter, despite appearances, was a very patient individual. He believed that any relationship, especially with vampires, should take a great deal of time and consideration.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Aug 22, 2008 4:15:20 GMT -5
Jasmine looked down. "I don't like charity, and the way Ashen made it sound..." She trailed off, hoping he got the point. She looked down at the china. "I'm sorry." She felt very ashamed. She pointed towards the table. "He left the paperwork there, I-I think I scared him away..." She felt like curling up in a ball and dying. Why had she been so stupid. "Sorry about your 900 year old china..."
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 23, 2008 15:44:58 GMT -5
"Ah don't worry about it. They were from IKEA anyway." Dieter then started focusing on the glass and moving it into a trash bag with telekinesis. "Really everything comes down to what you want to be Jasmine. What is it that you'd like to do with yourself, with your life, and what do you want your future to be?" Dieter paused. He didn't want Jasmine to get angry and leave the apartment. He liked having her around too much. She kept things from getting droll. Ultimately Jasmine would have to decide what was best for Jasmine.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Aug 23, 2008 20:19:48 GMT -5
"Oh..." Jasmine looked down again. What did she want to do with herself? What did she want for her future? The only future she could imagine was the one she was living. Staying with Dieter. She didn't know what else to do. She had nowhere else to go. "I don't know... I just want to, stay, for now, if that's okay?" She mumbled, not looking up.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 31, 2008 16:22:08 GMT -5
"Of course it's ok for you to stay here. I just can't stand layabouts. I'm afraid Jasmine I'm going to have to put a condition on your living here." Dieter paused to stress the seriousness of what he was saying. He wasn't really serious. In fact he was very amused by the whole situation. However he had to get Jasmine to do something more than mere redecoration.
"That condition is as such. You must decide to learn some martial arts. Attend a class at the academy. Get a job. Or you can enter my tutelage which means you'll have to enter and train as I tell you to."
Dieter smiled when he said this and put away his drink.
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Aug 31, 2008 18:33:59 GMT -5
Jasmine nodded. "Okay, do you have time to help me?" She asked doubtfully. "You are always so busy." She didn't want to go the academy. She wasn't ready for that. She was afraid of talking to other people who might not like her. She was afraid that people would hate her. And she would do something stupid that would wreck Dieter's reputation. No, it was better that he helped her instead.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Sept 2, 2008 1:10:17 GMT -5
"For you Jasmine I'll make the effort. Granted some of your training would definitely have to be done with Mizu. After all there are some graceful techniques she's taught me that have been incredibly useful. However as much time as I can give you will receive. I like apprenticeships so much better than the university system anyway."
Dieter sat down comfortably on his sofa. "However Jasmine we shall start with learning some basic martial arts and training your vampire abilities tomorrow. After that we'll get to magic. Is that amiable to you?"
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Post by Jasmine Leigh Markus on Sept 2, 2008 5:36:57 GMT -5
Jasmine nodded. "Thank you so much." She moved quickly to clear up the mess she had made, wishing there was some way she could make it up to him. She would have to think of something. She dumped the mess into the bin and went to sit with him. She sat as far away from him on the couch as she could, just in case he was still upset at her and not wanting to let it show.
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