~A pale figure walks in the Kaine haven dressed in baggy black jeans, a baggy black and silver Korn shirt, a pair of black leather combat boots, an ankle-length black leather trench, and a pair of black frame glasses with blue lenses... He walks across the room and slowly takes a seat glancing around at all that gothic Decrataions, then looks at the tremere and back at the wall and ceiling of the gaint haven..~
~The Tremere stands and walks over to a chair across from Shroomie and takes a seat and lights a cigarette taking a long hard toke off it.. And slowly exhailing.. He begins to speak in calm, netural voices..~
So Shroomie.. Why did.. did you want to see me so urgent and in my private chambers?
~He pauses waiting for his Mentor to speak..~
~The Old Brujah glances at the tremere and sighs.. then glances around and back room and then at Kaine.. He slowly places his the tips of his pale finger together in front of his chest and sighs once more..~
Assassin Kaine Dreadslay, i have come here to give you my most prized possesion... Im here to give give you my....
~He voice becomes distant and sallow... as he speaks the last word.. He eyes seem to loss all emotions as he looks into the Tremere eyes..~
My Soul..
~The Tremere drops his cigarette when hereing what is immortal teacher just told him.. He slowly leans over and picks the cigarette and speaks in a direct and demanding voice..~
There is no way i take your Soul.. Not After so many years of training and becoming a better assassin together.. your the one that got me through 799 years of hell.. I cant take i cant end your life here and now..
~The Brujah sighs and continues to speak in a common natural voice.. ~
Just remeber something my old freind when you take my soul.. I will then constantly be with and help you advnce in your goal in life.. And another things I lived for other three thousand year and i just want to stop seeing all the death and destruction caused by mankind..
~The warlock sits back and looks around the room and then back at Shroomie.. He then takes another drag from his cigarette and begins to speak again..~
But it still to hard to take your soul because look a all the stuff and the things you have taught me over the years..
~The Brujah quickly draws a drag from his boot and slice part of his neck open and then back at Kaine..~
I said take my soul now..
~The Tremere unable to resist the blood jumps to his feet and falls on to his mentor and sinks his fang into his neck and begins to drain the blood..~
~the brujah whispers his finnaly words before paraliyzed from lost of blood..~
Thank You..
~He Drains all the Brujah blood and then takes his soul and troughs his head back and yells out in a harsh deadly voice and runs out of the room..~