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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 1, 2010 16:23:13 GMT -8
OOC Note: Whoever posts first, go for it. We'll establish post order when the third joins in. 'Til then, let's just post.Sometimes, It Just Has To Flow A review.
"Unfettered" was being crowded in by about five people... all of whom wore designer clothing, all of whom looked atrociously metrosexual, and all of whom looked irritatingly pissed. As for the German, he was in his atypical attire of a white t-shirt, jeans, nike shoes, and his Nazi eye-patch, which was conveniently covered up by his long, white hair for the time. He still had his brown paper lunch bag in a death grip with his left hand, as he looked out at all of them, glaring at him, just a little in front of the hallway towards the cafeteria.
The German's face, which already had a cut in a diagonal towards his lip from the third one's kick was still bleeding quite profusely. The other two punches were on his chest, and therein inconsequential. All the German could do was smile quietly-
*PUNCH*"HOW DARE YOU! CALL US THAT AGAIN! I FUCKING DARE YOU!""Unfettered" had doubled over from the uppercut to his gut, but his back erected itself just as easily. The punches stung, but they were still weak in comparison to a lot of the other crap the German had had to deal with the past few years...
More smiling."...Fags should learn to shut zer bitch-ass mouths when eating. Its a disgusting habit---"*KICK*
...And to the improperly healed right knee too. The German winced, falling to it. He knew exactly what he was getting into. And it was true enough---People with terrible eating habits did irritate him, but the more pressing overlying reason would be the fact that these guys reminded him so much of those two---
*KICK*
*STOMP*
The German gasped now, as they had found his weak-spot and were now zeroing in on it. Given the smiles from their faces, they were looking forward to having it break again.
Perfect.
Still smiling, as he was hunched over his right knee protectively, his right fist wedged in underneath his knee in the form of a fist as he prepared to---
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 1, 2010 17:03:45 GMT -8
Vespyr had witnessed the brutal scene play out for several minutes now; what business she had at the school in the first place was a perplexity, but this had caught her attention and so here she was... but her love of violence wasn't the only reason she had stayed to watch. She recognized the victim - the silken white hair, the eyepatch... Several days ago she had spotted him across the street and they had exchanged a brief glance. Since then the intuitive stirrings in her did not let her pass him off as just another face. And now, here he was again.
By the looks of it, not as comfortable as he was before... he didn't seem to stand a chance against the mob of angry students that were having a laugh while kicking him around. The drama between teenagers was ever so ridiculous... Vespyr refused to be involved, so she watched with grim amusement as the male curled himself protectively, his white hair stained red in some places, looking like quite a mess. Perhaps when the other amateurs had finished their work, she considered, she would get a little closer. But then again, there might not be anything left by the time they were done with him...
She grumbled as she searched around the rooftop where she had been observing from, seeking something to use as a projectile. An old, faded tennis ball would do, no? By some foreign urge within her that wished for the beating to cease, (or, as Vespyr convinced herself it was, it was because she just really wanted to hit one of the students in the head with a tennis ball) her arm wielded the thing through the air with such speed that the unlucky person whose cranium it found contact with was sprawled on the ground in less than an instant, most definitely unconscious.
The others looked around quite sheepishly, leaving the white-haired male alone for a moment, giving him enough time to pick himself up off the ground if he had any solid brains left at all. |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Feb 1, 2010 20:45:36 GMT -8
Death By Tennis Ball? *WHOCK*
...And that's when...
Wow.
The others were backing up in sheer surprise. "Unfettered was gawking simply because he never knew a tennis ball could hit that hard.
CHANCE.
*DASHING UPPERCUT*
His position was perfect for it---though it strained his right knee quite a bit. That was two out of five knocked down. The others looked back at him incredulously as he looked to the air, almost pleadingly with an insane smile to try and identify his would-be savior.
Nope, couldn't make her out. The sun was in his eye."OYE! MAGICAL ROOF TOP! BLESS MY LEFT FLANK, WOULD YA?" he'd cry aloud to echo upward before stomping forward with his left foot and bringing up his entire body into an orthodox boxer's stance. It was a bluff trick---he wasn't relying on whoever it was at all, but it immediatly made the person on his left look skyward, before he propped his upper body down while stabilizing himself on his hands, bringing himself down to a push-up position, before retracting and shooting his left foot to the bastard on his left's face.
The kid went sailing, before the one on his right brought his hand up and over in a downward hook to "Unfettered's" face, while the last one was still looking upward to try and identify who had thrown that tennis ball...
"Unfettered's" face would launch into the ground, bleeding...
...Their punches didn't hurt that badly. At all.
But the ground certainly did. |
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Post by Vespyr on Feb 1, 2010 21:22:47 GMT -8
Vespyr chuckled as the white-haired male rose to his feet smiling, blood dripping from his lips. A familiar malicious excitement was rising in her gut, and her eyes nefariously scanned the rooftop for something else to throw. She chose a dented golfball and hurled fiercely it at the boy who had just knocked Eyepatch down again, hitting him in the eye as he whirled to see where the original projectile had come from.
The femme's maniacal laughter could be heard as the irony struck her; that eye would never be of any use again, and he'd be wearing an eyepatch just like the white-haired boy - IF the throw had been merciful enough as to not cause massive swelling in his brain...
All but one of the five students were now writhing in pain or stone still on the ground, and the area had begun to quiet down. The last standing one was wise enough to avoid conflict with any further hailstorm of objects from the sky, and took his leave rather hastily. Vespyr hopped down from the rooftop and sunk into the shadows between two buildings to escape from the sun. Her back rested against a pillar as she faced the multitude of crimson puddles, crumpled bodies, etc...
A few days ago she had seen the white-haired one and somehow knew she would see him again. For some odd reason, she had just saved him from a beating, and now it didn't seem proper to leave with at least saying hello. |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 6, 2010 23:22:42 GMT -8
Aren't You Familiar? Another body hit the ground, more screaming and crying, but "Unfettered" was more concerned with hugging his gut a little bit, bent over with the need for a breather. Technically, he wasn't cut out for this business anymore.
Technically.
Technically, he enjoyed the thought, though he allowed himself to feel a residual pang of remorse for the fellow whose eye was bleeding out. Remorse, of course, was through hollow laughter, but the irony was not lost on the German.---
---And that's when someone "fell"---no, jumped---down from the top of the roof. Very quietly. Having recovered a bit of his stamina, "Unfettered" let himself look up at the top of the building with some nostalgia. Only a few years ago, "Thrush" had taunted and attacked the Varsity Captain, Aureus, while gunning for the Student Body President. In his attempt to escape, he'd fallen down and hurt himself pretty badly.
The level of control this girl possessed over his physique and combat ability was astounding. "Unfettered's" face lit with a small smile in quiet admiration before---
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The smile grew larger."Danke, dearie."Erecting himself to full height, though with his right hand over his gut, "Unfettered" tilted his head to consider the girl."It appears I'm in your debt, Newspaper Frauline." |
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 7, 2010 1:02:08 GMT -8
Vespyr's attention was intently fixed upon the eyepatch-boy as a feline would watch an injured bird; her eyes were glimmering with piqued interest and curiosity as he pulled himself together and regarded her. Some people... some people seemed to have an aura about them that Vespyr became immediately attentive to, and she never knew why. Perplexing.
"Danke, dearie."
She nodded faintly, a small, mischevious smile creeping across her black cherry lips.
"Mm. My pleasure."
Behind Eyepatch, the boy whose eye she had put out had begun to moan. She had the sudden urge to examine the injury and poke at it with a sharp stick... but she resisted. There was enough blood on her hands for one day, without actually having to dirty them. Though, she rather enjoyed the feel of blood slipping between her fingers...
Her attention snapped back to Eyepatch, who had spoken again.
"Ah, it's nothing really. You could say that i just happened to be in a malicious mood and it resulted in someone being helped." Vespyr replied, with a grin that displayed her sharp white teeth. She never really aimed to aid people, but in rare cases like this, it happened. To Vespyr, it was a rather amusing turn of events. She probably would have assaulted the group whether Eyepatch were there or not--or, she might have let them go about their business undisturbed. Either way, violence. It was how she kept herself entertained.
ooc:sorry if it's lacking anything; it's been awhile. I forgot what i had been aiming for plot-wise, etc. |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 7, 2010 16:10:01 GMT -8
OOC: Not at all. If anything, I should apologize if I come up short. And also, for what I suspect to be a slew of run-on's, poor grammar, etcetera on my part. >.>;;;---Also, pardon if this is a bit choppy. Wrote this during class.
"Mm. My pleasure."At first glance, someone might just say that Miss Newspaper Fräulein was just pleased with herself. ...With the disturbing breathing of the fellow behind him.
However, her eyes did not betray good intent that was so typical from amongst her peerage. Rather, from a single, quiet observation, "Unfettered" became almost astutely aware of the deliberation with which this girl threw her projectiles as he read more into her voice and small body language. To kill and/or maim---Of course, these were just observations with no concrete backing. After all, this was 259; No matter how hard people usually fought around here, most didn't have the balls to actually fight to seriously kill. Killing intent and killing both had their own separate uses, after all.
This girl... she had a lot more spine then others he noted with almost complete certainty. Yes, she (and he allowed himself to get mildly, internally egotistical here) possessed just about as much spine as "Thrush" had... has. Maybe a bit more. Maybe. After all, "Thrush" was quite the terrible, horrible person.
...
About five seconds had passed as the German chewed his words and he already felt some feeling of admiration for this girl. His eye looked up and down the girl's thin, petite physique, noting the apparel for another half second before twisting his mouth into an even more amused, lip-closed smile.
Taking an overly dramatic step back with his left foot, the German swept his (injured) right arm around to his waist before bowing."I apologize for not introducing myself properly. I am known as 'Unfettered.' Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss...?" providing Newspaper Fräulein with her cue, should she choose to oblige him.
...
...Oh yes, "Unfettered" was very aware of the embarrassing pains to which he was inducing on himself to be this dramatic in both talk and movement. It was very much on purpose.
...And with purpose. The German endured much to keep his face turned down with a complacent smile, lest his eye would work to reveal an already hidden intention. His hair hung about, nearly completely covering his face, parting ever so slightly at the height of his forehead, a shadow covering his face for the moment.
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 7, 2010 18:16:31 GMT -8
The charmed grin crept further across Vespyr's pale cheeks as "Unfettered" took a bow; she was amused by the cheekily unnecessary display and by his heavy accent, and by the small amounts of his blood that dripped, exhausted, onto the ground.
The refreshing integrity of his character delighted her; she could see the nuances between someone who was genuinely simple and naive enough to act in the way that he was acting, and someone who was putting on a show. He was clever, and she could promptly tell that there was something adept ticking behind that lonely beryl eye of his; most people lacked that manner of inner cranial activity and they invariably bored her. They were disposable. This one was rare... a novelty. (She had a wretched habit of beholding people as objects.)
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss...?"
"Vespyr." she replied, her violet eyes still riveted to the shadows in which his own had esconced behind a veil of hair, white and bloodstained like snow. She wondered if his hair was naturally so pale. She noted his alluring accent... most definitely a German.
"People around here have such odd names, i've noticed. Is that a nickname?" she inquired, with as much implied interest for the question as was necessary for starting a conversation. |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 9, 2010 2:45:40 GMT -8
On Names "Vespyr."Interesting.
To comment on the point of origin of Vespyr's name was the very first thing that came to mind. However, it appeared that this train of thought was not conducted by "Unfettered" alone."People around here have such odd names, i've noticed. Is that a nickname?"A smile."No."Which, normally would be followed up by an explanation."---Und yes. But then, zat vould imply that I have a main name."...Or a statement that would twist it altogether with allusions to his other names. It was an issue that amused him but something that Vespyr could find out either now with proper leverage or on her own time. Erecting his back to stand normally, he tilted his head slightly to the left, hair covering his eye-patch more as he pocketed his hands (with a bit of steady shaking)."Your name earnz equal consideration... It'z a very unique name," his eye looking at hers, giving her time to respond if she so chose.
She was fascinating. For what had been a long time coming, the two were observing each other in what the German could silently sum up as a battle of wits, information, or observation---What would be considered normal for any two persons meeting for the first time---If they didn't have to worry about the possibility of engaging in a fight with each other in the near future, given their environment.
Vespyr was a very pale girl, with hair to match. Hair that was on par with his own---when it wasn't spotted with bits of blood and other bodily fluids. Violet eyes... were they contacts? No. No, but the contrast was so stark, it appeared to appeal to her (mildly) implied nature. He stood slightly over half a foot taller then her and was built much bulkier then Vespyr. In turn, she was a petite Caucasian to whom he could only assume came purely out of white-European descent, much like himself. Swedish? Norwegian? Finnish? Polish? Determining her nationality (however small a detail it may be over a large margin of time) was made further difficult by her natural voice, suggesting that she was a post 1st generation American.
Then again, he'd only been in the U.S. for about four years, so this was still an assumed piece of information.
...
The fellow behind them moaned in further pain a few seconds later, as if to painfully remind them that he still existed. For a moment, "Unfettered" took a (delayed) moment to look back at the poor fellow who had been hammered with the broken golf ball before looking over (in an equally overly dramatic sweep of his head) towards Vespyr.
...And a slightly sinister, appraising smile."Hmph. Vell, if I may present us with the situation at hand and two choices: A) We can be good samaritans und take these fellows back to the nurse's office und go from there. B) We walk away from here, ignore them, ditch class, und go get something to drink?"...Or C) Surprise him.
The former choice would prove his first impression of her to be wrong. The latter would suggest him to be right, though with a pending after-taste. The latter most... would depend entirely on her. This was no casual question.
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 9, 2010 9:32:04 GMT -8
No... and yes? Vespyr's visage seemed to mirror that of "Unfettered"'s as the corners of his lips curved into an even broader grin. Her eyes narrowed insidiously; he was hiding something. She would question the subject no further and leave it in darkness until, acutely and favorably circumstanced, light was shed on it again.
In the case of her namesake... it had always been, and would always be, a mystery. "Vespyr" was merely an alias -- a denomination for a particularly wrathful and treacherous breed of female. The origin of the name was unknown; it was a word that had haunted her since her childhood, a tarnish on her memory, and so it had stuck. At some age she might have had a formal name, but it was defunct and she had no recollection of it. Though it seemed extraneous to be called anything at all, she kept it around for... these rare civil purposes.
So she shrugged.
"Of course, it's not my given name; but who needs one, anyhow?"she said, a keen smirk on her lips. For a moment she said nothing, her eyes dancing from "Unfettered" to the growing crowd of onlookers, then back to "Unfettered" again, assessing the situation and what to actuate next. She wouldn't bother suggesting that he cleaned himself up a bit; either he intended to already or he just didn't mind the blood. To Vespyr it wasn't a big deal anyhow -- there had been times when, drenched in gore from a fresh kill, she decided that she had an urgent craving for coffee.
Either way, she wanted to move out; already she failed to remember her reason for being here at all.
"I'm sure they'll be fine."
The boy with bleeding eye had ceased moaning and had begun to convulse, evoking an outburst of malicious laughter from Vespyr.
Damn, i am really fucked up. That's too bad.
"Brain edema... he might recover. Let's go, shall we?"
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 10, 2010 12:56:25 GMT -8
COFFEE, HO! "Of course, it's not my given name; but who needs one, anyhow?""Keke... touche, touche."He could have said more.
Perhaps in a more wordy form he would have stated 'If you mean given names, I would state people. But if you were to say names in general... Well, that depends who is asking who.' However, he resisted becoming more verbose for the moment in contrast with playing the fool for his current 'image' of tomfoolery he was presenting to Vespyr. For some reason, the German felt the need to be mildly more... cautious... with his words about this one.
There was a bit more subtle laughter that followed his throw-away comment, but nothing beyond what couldn't be restricted to his throat to a 'hur hur hur.' To buy time and to play about with the pretense of socializing, while he slowly began to confirm his suspicions and raise new ones. Perhaps this was not the first time, but he may have very well have found his veritable... To this end, the circumstance amused him. What of Gabriel Seran? How about Dots? David Blaze? Victor D'armond? No, no, no, no, and a thousand times, no for perhaps each and every single one of them. Perhaps... her, but even then, she was of a more respectable moral standing than these two. By rule of thumb, it was those with white hair that "Unfettered" encounter, Emily included, that could prove to be the most troublesome in unexpected ways, but the German had to admit...
...This was the very first time he had met with someone with violet eyes.
Allusions, missing words, and subtleties aside, she was answering him while his mind ran about as usual."I'm sure they'll be fine."Cue the hilarious death throes.
Seemingly nonchalantly, "Unfettered" took the time to look back at the fellow while all sorts of horrible went on in poor boy's body. He did not, however, join Vespyr's maniacal laughter. Not that he found it to be in poor taste. Actually, the German wasn't even trying to hide the fact that he was smiling."Brain edema... he might recover. Let's go, shall we?""Unfettered's" face contorted in an almost confused manner before he gave a small laugh, shaking his head. 'Oh yes, nothing too serious.'"Ja, we shall. I daresay a good coffee should make everyzing better."'Yes, including an edema.'
The German amused himself with a bit more internal dialogue before making another (painful) sweeping hand motion, beckoning Vespyr to come along. As to what a 'brain edema' was could only be assumed by "Unfettered" to be some sort of lethal amount of brain damage, but it only went to show the amount of basic anatomy knowledge that students at Public High School #259 appeared to know. It would be something he would check out later, at home, on Wikipedia. In the meantime...* * * * * * TIME PASSAGE * * * * * * If "Unfettered" remembered anything remotely trivial about coffee, it was about something along the lines of Starbucks' containing several times more caffeine (in the double-digits) as opposed to regular coffee brands. That possibility (which he accepted to be entirely plausible) fueled his theory that this was the mannerism in which the Starbucks corporation made its profit: by making its consumers addicted as f***. Yes, there was genuine appreciation for coffee, the good taste. So too was there the entire "hipster" and "elitist" mentality that was held by some. This did not concern "Unfettered."
In this case, having led her to the front of a Starbucks that was surrounded by various other foodshops, he turned to her."It'z eizer zis of Gloria Jeanz."* * * * * * * While They Were Walking * * * * * * "So... chancez the boy will live versus dying?"
OOC: Doing something I've never really tried here before. But first, lemme know if you don't want to time-skip the walk.
Second... I figure they wouldn't just walk in complete silence, so, if you like, may be providing some one-liners for "during the transition" dialogue. Not going to include any actions unless it's very minor. So yes, this is in the past/during the transition if the Time Passage is okay. |
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 10, 2010 15:46:27 GMT -8
ooc: I think the time passage is a good idea. *thumbs up* As well as the intermediate conversation.
Giving a slight nod, Vespyr advanced from the pillar to accompany "Unfettered", maintaining a following distance of roughly five feet behind him and to his flank; a matter of trust and having the benefit of intact observation. Her back was confidently upright and her arms were crossed, hands loosely clutched beneath the elbows. She strode in his wake as a shadow, her attentive eyes never deviating from him.
"So... chancez the boy will live versus dying?"
She pondered this for a moment. Rarely had she inflicted that type of injury, so her background insight was sparse; however, her innate knowledge pertaining to matters of a fatal nature suggested that the severe force used to decimate such a fragile and vital part of the body would increase the boy's mortality... by a rather drastic amount. Injuries to the brain were critically dangersome to one's health even when there was nothing to show for it. A golfball lodged in the cranium resulting in massive bleeding, swelling, and seizures was on an entirely different level of the detrimental.
"Slim." she answered, seemingly pleased by the fact.
. . .
"Unfettered" had paused outside of the Starbucks. As Vespyr didn't have a preference, she merely reacquired her smile (which had transmogrified into the keen, cold-blooded stare of a wolf when "Unfettered" had turned his back) as a sign of approval, and would follow him inside.
"I'm fine -- but if you're offering, i'll take anything." she said on the matter of drinks, partial to coffee but never one to demand something for nothing.
An aspect of Starbucks that Vespyr did enjoy, all the pretentious airs aside, was their furniture. Aside from being the hipster's modern renaissance man's ideal, urbane setting, the couches were damned comfortable and the decor was just as easy on the eyes. If "Unfettered" were to turn back to her, he would find her leaning forward at one end of a two-seater sofa, her elbows resting on her knees and her slender hands delicately clasped beneath her chin.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 10, 2010 18:04:00 GMT -8
Let's Get Down To Business! "I'm fine -- but if you're offering, i'll take anything.""Hm."Taking his recovering arms out of their respective pockets, he hugged his left arm over his waist while his right elbow rested on it, giving his chin an adequate perch. He was looking back at her as she smiled in what he could only assume to be mild amusement, not even hiding his contemplation at that moment. His brow creased.
Letting her in first would be the gentlemen's way.
Walking in and letting her catch the door herself could be considered inconsiderate.
Smashing the door in would bring upon them trouble that they had just walked away from. Rather casually, at that.
Three seconds.
Opting for the latter, the still amused smile curved to his face before fading, as he let her in with a less dramatic sweep of his hand. If she refrained, he'd walk in, but still keep the door open for her. If she did, he would (rather obviously) walk in after her and keep his hand on the glass pane until it closed without a sound.
Although, the thought of abruptly laughing maniacally, saying something incoherent, and running off away from her was tempting, if purely without purpose."Ja, I daresay so," 'to commemorate a meeting of a rather... interesting... individual,' he entertained to himself. But truly, pushing aside the mortally wounded schoolmate, this was one of the more... calmer... encounters that the German had had with a female 259er.
Walking a little ahead of her, he placed an order for two small coffees. 50 cent refills weren't so bad, after all."So---"..."Unfettered" found himself looking back just in time to see Vespyr in a very, very comfortable position.;3
"...So... comfortable, I see," laughing to himself before making himself at home on the nearby unoccupied chair."To defeat... ze Hunz..."He eyed her, curiously...* * * * * * * While They Were Walking * * * * * * "Slim.""Evil."
;3 (The Right Eye Being An Eye-Patch... >.>)Oh, yes, it was said playfully, but with some honest consideration on her part. Not that he minded.
Turning forward as he continued walking, the feeling was more of being... stalked... as opposed to walking with a new compatriot. His hands remained pocketed, as if to depict some sort of regular street thug, with his feet and legs leading him in what was a rather irregular gait for the German. Keeping his back straight, he tilted his head up 'til his hair was all behind his face, looking up slightly at the sky with a pondering look on his face. ...Not that Vespyr could see it or anything, five feet back, unless the sidewalk at the time had a particularly large berth. Though he felt as though she were playing the watchful hawk, sitting on his shoulder, majestic eyes careful of every move, waiting to poop on him or something because it could.
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x.>"Mm. Vell, I consider myself lucky, zen, considering I started ze scuffle," to which he did look off to his side towards her, a curious smile.
She was not exactly the most moral person from what he could gather. In this situation, he truly did consider himself lucky. But then, what did it say about him?
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 10, 2010 21:26:21 GMT -8
"Evil."
To "Unfettered"'s equally concise response, Vespyr merely smiled with humble satisfaction.
"Indeed."
Her cheeks were beginning to ache. She was smiling too much.
. . .
This fellow seemed pretty decent so far. She found him amusing, affable... (and she liked his accent)
...but there was no way of telling what sort of thoughts swam behind his single azure eye. If Vespyr knew anything about people, (the ones she chose to spend her time studying instead of maiming, of course) it was that they were icebergs, if not complete liars and lunatics.
Her eyes followed him to where he sat down, glinting with mirth even after her smile had faded. He didn't seem to show any signs of uneasiness even though she had been staring him down, she noticed. Most people (if they had even survived their first encounter with her) were put into extreme discomfort by her tenacious gaze being riveted to their every action. She could be rather... intimidating at times.
On the contrary, "Unfettered" didn't seem to be noticeably shaken; or he wasn't showing it. His body language gave nothing away -- in fact, he seemed to be enjoying himself. That was good.
"So," she echoed, her chin resting on her thumbs, nimble fingers interlocked, with the index fingers coming to a point in front of her lips.
"I have this feeling like i've seen you before."
Vespyr did remember where she had seen him; it was the day she had happened to bump into Katsuri again, somewhere in the city. She had spotted him across the street, perhaps reading a newspaper or doing something as arbitrary. Their eyes had met for a moment and that had been all -- but it wasn't only a matter of seeing him. She had the feeling that she knew him somehow, though she was sure she had never actualy met him before. It didn't make sense; hence, she didn't bother to include the latter part of her thought process in her statement.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 11, 2010 19:33:11 GMT -8
Breaking The Ice Her observation was indeed astutely correct, though the German didn't quite pin down this exact thought. It was as though the German was cool as... ice. "Unfettered" would have to thank this in part to his past, recent and long-term. It was nothing of offense to her, she was very clearly no simple student of 259 and the German already had a silently unspoken admiration for her (somewhat obvious) skills of observation.
However, the pretense of niceties had been going on for quite some time when clearly there was clearly more to the two. As of yet, the German felt like he had only been groping at the most superficial of levels of Vespyr.
Miria Scythe.
Valekin von Kaluskov XII.
Sacricia Emily Lourdes Delos Santos.
Gabriel Seran.
Bastille Cunningham.
Victor d'Armond.
Leon Sudeki.
...Mitsuki Park.
Psychos. Plotters. Sociopaths. Mental damage. Trauma. And only to name a few. All of them holders of their own dark secrets, the flicker just surrounding them all. Some lacked in humanity more then others. Some remained frighteningly human, in spite of what they had gone through.
...Truly, people did not enjoy revealing themselves so quickly, but it only made things all the more difficult in the long run."So, I have this feeling like i've seen you before."Hence why was so glad she broke the ice."Ja."
"You have."He kept the smile. And it closed down in three... two... one...---
---A barista behind the counter waved to the German to catch his attention just in time to have "Unfettered" stare at him with a stone-cold face. Taken aback, the fellow scooted the coffees forward. Although, it could have just been that "Unfettered's" smiling muscles had been over-strained for a moment.
...Aura?
Regardless, the comfortable smile came back on the German's face. Yes, she had been with Hiroko at the time. The on who he had failed to lure the giant into his trap, the one who he had failed to bring in for the kill. Not that it mattered anymore... The number of casualties for taking down one man would have still gone beyond his expectations if things had proceeded as planned.
Still, Vespyr's violet eyes...
...She remembered, didn't she? Or was the German over-analyzing things?
Politely bending over to put the cup before her, he looked at her up close, tilting his head as he "beamed" at her with his eye closed, before backing up, going over to put in some brown sugar and some half-and-half in his "tall." The whole point of his immediate prior behavior akin to some mockery of the overly cliche flirt move used to look a girl close in her face. Another check of character from him to her. ...Was he testing his observant friend?"Are you suggesting zat it is fate? Or curiously pondering? Or...?" he'd mutter, audibly enough for Vespyr to hear, depending on how far or close she was.
There was no dramatic change of the persona he had set up for himself, but the German allowed his words and actions to become slightly more serious. Some terribly bad humor on his part, if he were trying to go for another funny act."...Or vas this brought upon by by Hiroko...?"Smiling, as he put the cap back on his coffee to return to his seat, the question cheerily asked with no seen bloodlust or malcontent implied.
'Keke, I doubt it.' |
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