Watch the games (mika ver leth)

[kurda]

Kurda watched the fighting of some young generals in training. They both had, promise. But were still not that great yet, they needed more experience before anything else could happen. Experience, he mulled over that word lingering by the wall so as not to be 'invited' into the games. If he was he couldn't really refuse, honor and whatnot. Terrible!

He sighed thinking of experience, he glanced around hearing the sound of metal on metal that would be in the fields of war. There was another sound, the blunt bang of a club on shield. All these sounds were supposed to be good right? Nah, Kurda wasn't one for wars and just enjoyed the idea of peace more then war. Peace and prosperity rule!

Mr. Smahlt continued leaning against the wall, thinking. There was nothing to be done but standing here was much better then more questions. The other vampires sounded like broken records to him, asking again, and again as though his answers might change. He rubbed his cheek where his scars were deep in his own mind. He crossed his arms saying nothing.

Everything was fairly quiet with the vampaneze. No big fights have broken out between them, which was a good sign, he shook his head he shouldn't take that for granted. The vampaneze, they seemed to be what everyone wanted him to find out more about, a daunting task indeed when a timer was set against him.

[Mika Ver Leth]

Mika stood at the entrance to the games hall, watching the more inexperienced vampires go about their training. It was usually part of his duty to go and oversee them occasionally. Tonight he had just happened to wander here. Not that he had much desire to join in. He was far from a peaceful person but the games weren't as appealing to him as they were to some others. He had already proven himself time and time again. It took a rare good mood for him to enter. There wasn't much point other than just doing it for fun to get into these things when in the game of the vampire life he had already won.

But by the looks of things the vampires here were far from doing the same. Mika resisted giving a look of contempt and disapproval, remembering that everyone's experience had to start somewhere. It wasn't long ago that.. No. Now was not the time for nostalgia. Slowly walking around the edge of the hall, he moved without making a sound and tried not to attract attention. That was the problem with being well-renowned. People just didn't leave you alone. And being alone was what Mika was best at.

It wasn't long until he noticed and approached someone else on the outside. The General, Kurda Smahlt. Mika felt some degree of contempt for him, with his consorting with the vampaneze and soft talk of peace. But then, who didn't he feel contempt for? The answer was to that was nobody. Ha freaking ha. He walked up to the younger vampire anyway.

"Hello, Kurda." he said in a somewhat frosty tone, but hey that was normal for him.

[kurda]

Kurda glanced at who had said his name he recognizing the contempt mostly. He could already tell it wouldn't be the most pleasant of conversations he has had. He blinked, it was Mika, he didn't see him often and preferred it that way. The only reason he was going to be a vampire prince soon was because of Vancha, and to Kurda's dismay he wasn't there to help him with convincing generals vampaneze aren't as bad as they seem. Last time he heard Vancha was due east, you could never tell with that vampire prince though. Lived... colorfully for sure.

"Greetings Sire." He replied he gave a slight bow then glanced at him, he smiled smally in an attempt to defuse the already icy conversation. And it has yet to begin! Ha, if only more agreed with him. It'd be much easier on him and everyone else later, plus. If he went one night without a glare or contemptuous glance, he'd have had a barrel of ale and been a happy man! But alas, things aren't that cut and dry. He glanced toward a small group of training generals, hearing another sound of clashing metal. They weren't as good as Kurda would have thought, for they trained for a few years now. He expected... some sorta improvement. Oh well.

"What do I owe this pleasure?" He asked. Questions after curt greetings were often asked for him. Which reminded him.. he had to go pay another visit to the Vampaneze soon. They were talking of the vampaneze lord coming soon and he needed to get as much information as he could before this lord rose. He was worried he didn't know what this vampaneze lord would do, all of them following one man? That was a good recipe for disaster and he had to push harder on his ideas of truth. He'd be a prince in a matter of months, he had to wait until then.

Kurda tucked his hands behind his back, he watched the prince in thought. Then glanced back at Mika.

[Mika Ver Leth]

Mika nodded curtly at the return greeting. He didn't return the smile. The dark Prince never smiled. But he didn't really have anything personal against Kurda. If he wasn't himself he would have given the man more of a chance, as he had no reason to be malevolent. And he wasn't. Just his usual cold, hate-the-world self. He only just managed to repress a sneer. Instead he raised an eyebrow at the question.

"No reason. We just happened to be in the same place at the same time." he replied dryly.

Whether it was really a pleasure remained in question, though he highly doubted it. The two of them were very different. He wouldn't normally seek out Kurda unless of course he had to tell him something for some reason. There was talk going around of the blonde general being made a prince, and honestly Mika had no idea why. He didn't think Kurda was cut out for it. Though that was no reason to not be nice. But there weren't many people Mika could be bothered to be nice to, so in this situation that only meant not being rude. At least he hadn't said 'You're in my way' as was somewhat true and first came to mind at the question. He cast a look in front of him in a bored way and then back at the other vampire.

[kurda]

Kurda nodded h said, "Okay." he thought he tapped his foot slightly, trying to think of what to tell him. If the prince was not interested int anything he could leave right? Wrong, most vampires had to wait to be dismissed when engaged in ANY conversation. Princes,when he became one, hmm. It was no question of if but when. He'd just won the votes and everything. A time and date needed to be set soon.

The blond vampire asked, "if you have nothing to discuss... How are you?" he had nothing else to say and liked to be friendly to everyone. It was something he just did, not a total social butterfly but he also wasn't recluse like the spiders Seba seemed to keep lurking around...

He mulled over some things, mostly business. He heard Steffan Irve had himself an assistant now, nothing much though, a woman but other then that she seemed ordinary for an assistant. Oh well, gossip in the vampire mountain was always rather dull!

[Mika Ver Leth]

Mika didn't have much interest in staying. He had never been a social person to begin with, so there wasn't anything he had to converse with to this fool. But at Kurda's impatient tap of the foot he decided to stick around and annoy him. He could do whatever he liked, and aggravating people was something he did rather well. And he liked it that way. In his mind he wasn't a pain, everybody else was. His thoughts wavered for a second at the question.

"I'm fine." he grunted. Then after a pause the thought came to him that you were supposed to return that kind of question. "How are you?"

Not that he really cared. But Kurda could talk if he wanted. Who knows, he might bring up something interesting after all. And if that was the case then it might be more welcome than he'd think. If only life in the mountain was interesting. It wasn't. Being stuck here was getting dull when things tended to be the same all the time. Mika knew he should get out more and at this point he even wanted to for the most part. Maybe he would if Vancha was coming back. That would be something to actually look forward to for once. All he needed was somewhere to go.

[kurda]

"I'm good." Kurda nodded. Yup he was fairly good to say the least. Everything was going according to his plan, it was nice being able to finish a map and then relax a little and flee from the constant questioning. Hmm.... He would drink! But he didn't typically drink ale in the castle, in case of Lapus Lingae, or slip of the tongue in english.

LAtin was an interesting language, if only he knew more if it. H could go to italy and talk latin, but it was too impractical to do. It was the fatherlanguage for most languages, spanish, english,french, and it's power over today still ruled like it did before. Churches only used it because it seemed cool since it was one of the oldest languages around. And where christianity really jumpstarted.

Random thoughts, random times and random people why kurda thought of all such randomness was sometimes annoying. HIs head buzzed thinking. He liked to think though, it was good for him. Without thoughts and the art of thinking he'd not have come up with his plan, or any maps. But then was his plan that good? Another topic for another time! He watched the fights.

[Mika Ver Leth]

Mika nodded when Kurda said he was good and looked out at the fighting again. Now the skills of those they were watching weren't what the Prince would deem good. Not that he was ever satisfied with anything, as the few assistants he had had in the past knew all too well. He didn't like anything or anyone. There was silence between the two for a moment until one of the trainees made a particularly bad move. "Too bad they're not." he commented with a sneer.

No, that wasn't the sort of thing he should say. As a Prince he should be encouraging and helpful and a good leader and all that crap. But he could say whatever he wanted here and now, and he was the last person to follow that standard. Paris wasn't around to reprimand him. The elder Prince was the only person Mika Ver Leth ever listened to. He'd given him his place as an equal and had more experience than anyone. Experience was something Mika still needed quite a bit more of. But even then it was only grudgingly at times.

[kurda]

Kurda watched the fight, the assistances quickly shuffled off at the word of their masters. They needed time and sme good training and they might one day be the next line of generals, princes and so forth. Just one night in deed. But he was patient and good with waiting.

"Their young." He told the prince. Which they were, some were only a few earth years old as vampires. He pondered over many issues they might one day face as vampires. Vampaneze, they faced them, but turned away. No one would call eachother to arms unless there was no more time, for that the vampires weren't the best creatures of the night. But then the vampaneze did much killing, and that was not something to condone.

With that, the blond vampire glanced at Mika. He said, "good talk, but I must be off." he ahd a very important date with a vampaneze, Harst. That vamp was... something for sure, it ran in the family for sure!