Soldato Principato

[Sylvanas Liskasha]

Sylvanas at this point in time sought to further her own personal power. Understanding that her abilities were limited, and she was still discovering the general limitations of her form. Though she knew that her spiritual capabilities were only increasing with the passage of time. Though; to an extent, she lamented her lack of internal abilities. Instead, she had to often rely on the partners that were her dolls. Though she didn't know what to make of that herself; in honest truth.

The power of the Doll was also hers, and yet, her lack of personal ability? It was a strange thing to digest. Hiding from the eyes of the Shinigami, which she viewed as people that massacred her family and friends? She stayed in the same place where she found comfort. The darkness. The shadows. Whilst she pursued the prospect of real power. Comfort. Originally, the English girl was more content with living humbly with simple means.

However, she'd come to realize something. Society treated her like a monster, and if they knew what she was? They'd likely do so again. So then. The real question was? If there were those that would decry her as monster? Why should she apologize if they never did for making her one? That was why she joined the Syndicate. They weren't just survivors of an age of discrimination and justified slaughter. They were now soldiers. Weren't they?

Sylvanas in these periods of time sought out spiritual knowledge wherever she could get it. About the lore of Vampires, about the understanding of familiars, magic, and any other crafts she could get. In truth? She wasn't much sure if it was meaningful in any way. At day? Despite her illness? She funneled and played with her spiritual essence; felt it resonate within her body, and would seek to experiment with her powers. Her blood. 

Hurt by the notion of this fragility, she trained with her staff as well. As to have some capability of protecting herself; even without her guardians. They were useful to have in a way as tools. However, she knew her own weaknesses better than most. For them to falter, and to fall? That too would lead to her untimely demise. They were connected. While some might view them to be separate; it was true that their existences and consciousness weren't the same? But spiritually? They were one. If they died? She died.

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Honestly...The changes of her body were odd. Something she was still digesting and swallowing. Seeking to improve her health, she found herself in this offtime opening forth a business as of recent. It wasn't hard. Having her doll influence and reach a high enough position in government allowed the permit. Then getting the money needed wasn't so difficult. What was she supposed to fear? Gang like delinquents or thugs that came forth with clubs or poles? Knives? Box cutters?

She had no fear for the Yakuza. She respected them and worked beside them. Or rather, one might suppose she worked under them for the time being. Being supplied with the means to continue, and some reliable staff from time to time. Her business was known as The Garrison, a black dark oak bar pub. With lacquered smooth wood tables and booths, a dim light atmosphere, and a place to lose oneself in booze.

A pool table rested along the right hand corner. A cigarette dispensary for those looking to buy a box or two. Sylvanas acted as the owner and manager. A place you came to for scotch, whiskey, bourbon, and decent beer. A drink that was hearty to the health and numbing to the mind. And maybe? Just maybe, you might come here for the comfort of the owner. A lovely lady in her own right. 

[Sylvanas Liskasha]

Within the basement of the Garrison, this was where Sylvanas trained. Having sparred from time to time with S2, her doll, she'd been able to gain the basic foundation and understanding of combat. As well as began to discover more of her innate spiritual powers. The place was rather large and expansive, almost as large as the building's surface was; but as of now had been converted into a pseudo lounge, training ground, as well as partial residence. Though she had her own apartment to head to.

She'd also read forth legends on vampires, occult rituals, and understandings, and sought to educate herself further on all the happenings of this world. It was strange at how much information she could get on the simple tap of a phone screen. Strange how interconnected knowledge from the world at large was. It was different in her time. It was here also Sylvanas began to understand how broadly desolate her existence was.

"Kugel." She'd call forth. With her finger extended, she shot forth a very small droplet of blood at bullet speeds, ripping into a sheet of paper she'd set up on a string. It ripped through with ease, hitting against the side of the wall as she tightened her fist. With techniques like these, she'd be finally able to protect herself more fervently. With techniques like these, she'd be able to assist her doll in combat. With a technique such as this, she'd be able to inflict harm. Her self improvement filled her with pride.

Because it meant she was growing. 

Upon retrospect, her growth was rather impressive. She was learning many things on her own, and in this frame of time, she'd done well for herself. There was a lingering thirst that resided within her. Sylvanas walked to the nearby refrigerator. Taking a blood bag from within, she'd rip open the top cap, and like a pack of juice, she'd slowly drink it's contents. The iron and acrid taste wasn't something she particularly liked, but as she was growing stronger, the urge was more prominent.

The influx of energy helped her, and she'd seen her health rapidly improve as of recent. Her understanding of her nature was increasing too, and so was the efficiency of which she utilized her doll. Though; she'd hardly began to breach the levels of power that anyone could consider "supernatural" by any means. Whatever the case, she logged her progress, and sought to continue advancement further still. She had work to do. Dirty work more or less.

[Sylvanas Liskasha]

S2 was out, attending meetings, signing paperwork, and handling lesser affairs, and in this frame, the Bount found herself taking the liberty to detoxify her body. Beginning to focus her spiritual energies within herself, as she took the liberty to count through the stacks of money. Doing favors for people in unsavory places certainly had it's pay off. She'd so far wanted for little, and had much free time to instead focus on other affairs.

For one, building the foundation of her own organization was taking some time. There was only so much she could do with a loose confederation of criminals, delinquents, and wanna be criminals. She operated behind closed doors and secrecy, and in moments like this, she found herself contemplating what real power was. It wasn't money, and it wasn't political influence in the world of the living. It was community. It was self capability. It was blood. Taking the liberty to muse on that thought, she'd digested it slowly.

Her abilities were only being further developed and realized as she was coming to her true and proper potential. She was pushing boundaries in ways that she never foresaw or thought herself possible. However, that was enough of that. She'd stopped her most recent spiritual experiment, as she decided that within the next few days or so, she'd begin scouting for the Sanguine Syndicate; to find those that might fit within its organization. Or if not that? Well.

Then she would create members of her own. 

[Camila Adaronde]

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