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Post by Vespyr on Jul 11, 2010 22:35:02 GMT -8
As "Unfettered"'s face came within close range of her own, Vespyr's hand slid forward to accept the cup of coffee--her forefinger slightly overlapping with his, of course.
Touché...
Two could play at this game.
However. Lest "Unfettered" were to get the 'wrong idea', he would feel the sharpened point of Vespyr's nail trace subtly (but noticeably) down the length of his finger as he pulled his hand away from the steaming cup. No harm intended--but she couldn't break from her inherent caustic disposition so soon, could she?
Her thumb popped the lid off of the coffee. She withdrew several creamers from one of the abysmal pockets in her trench coat, pierced the tops with her thumbnail, and stirred them into the hot drink using her little finger. Once it was smooth and milky to her satisfaction, the lid went back on and she fleetingly slipped the finger in her mouth.
She leaned back restfully, coffee cherished in both hands.
"I don't believe in fate."
...but still, there was such a thing as fateful; which was the essence of this meeting, was it not? In other words, Vespyr could care less about having encountered "Unfettered" in the past, but she was indeed curious about what would happen in the future.
Then again, wasn't everyone looking in a similar direction?
"I don't believe in so much as i accept coincedence, and my... gut feelings." she pronounced with hesitation, for lack of a better word to use.
She brought the coffee to her lips, and seemingly for the first time, looked away from "Unfettered" to watch a raven that had fluttered by the window and was perched on a table outside.
"I'm not familiar with Hiroko. Did you mean Katsuri?" she asked, calmly closing her eyes as her mind became imbued with the exquisite aroma of the coffee. She was rather fond of coffee, finding that it was one of mankind's better creations.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 13, 2010 22:50:43 GMT -8
OOC: >.> I'm a slow poster. Can you tell? =D... Yeah, I iz ever sorry. >_<
Also, don't let the length fool you. I fear some... quality may have been compromised. I hope not.
On Coincidental Fate Oh.~
Just as her finger crossed over his, his brow raised up at her unexpected reciprocation---
---Hm. Almost flinching, the German would take an extra moment to...
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"Ow."
That didn't... no, yeah, it kind of hurt. His brows scrunching up, but also with an amused 'what the hell did I deserve that for?' shake of his head, he raised his brows with a bemused open-mouth smile. Then the German went on to get his cream and sugar for himself as aforementioned previously.
While saying his few previously stated lines and getting himself back over to his chair he gave a look over at Vespyr. Not every day you get to see someone bring their own coffee set in their jacket. Silently, he admitted defeat; Vespyr indeed loved coffee more then he did if on the very least a materialistic level, though he begged to give her more credit then that. "I don't believe in fate."Eying her with the tilt of his head to the right side so his hair wasn't in his way, his hidden right ear twitched under his hair. "Unfettered" nonchalantly gave his right hand an abrupt shake. More specifically, he was shaking his finger. A few drops of blood went off from the cut where Vespyr (whether on purpose or no) pressed a little harder then usual. A few drops of blood... towards the bottom edge of his t-shirt."I don't believe in fate.""Hm?""I don't believe in so much as i accept coincedence, and my... gut feelings.""Mm..."Still somewhat distracted, though still eying her fingernails (that were stirring her hot coffee just a moment ago), he absentmindedly sucked on his finger. The light taste of iron filled his mouth which quickly combined with an equally small amount of coffee as he didn't swallow his blood fast enough. Still, it was almost enough to completely burn the tip of his tongue."I'm not familiar with Hiroko. Did you mean Katsuri?"Whether or not to give his seemingly absentminded actions while she spoke some 'forgotten' dignity (if that was even the right phrase), the thought of Katsuri was on her mind, or she was just staring at a bird (as unlikely as that was to "Unfettered"), he watched her look away. Briefly checking to see his finger was still bleeding, he chose to ignore it as his eye caught interest in Vespyr's seemingly meditative state. Was she appreciating the coffee?
Either way, it felt like a rare moment to the German, which he smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, enjoying those seconds.
Then another sip, another small swallow, and the inflation of his left cheek as he took the coffee in his left hand to lean forward. Satisfied with the stoppage of his right finger's leakage, he had appropriated it as his chin rest, while the elbow was on his according knee.
He took a moment to imagine what leaning your right elbow on your left knee might look like then stopped because it was careless. Much like his slip of the tongue---"Ja. Ze older brother of Hiroko, our former, deceased Home-Ec teacher. Katsuri reminded me so much of him. Pardon my tongue."'It might be mildly burnt. I can't tell yet.'
Not that the German ever took any of Hiroko's classes or paid the man much heed, but the brothers were easy to differentiate from everyone else because of how huge they both were. The scuffles in their seperate times at Public High School #259 could be noted as legendary due to their tank-like brutality, but the German at the time was much too busy with his own thoughts and... ideas. Looking into Public High School #552 with a little encouragement from Leon's tales had helped him appreciate the gravity of the situation.
The Katashi's were both more dangerous then tanks in their individually earned rights and reputations. This was to be taken on a very literal level. "Loose cannon" was not inappropriate at all, but of course, the German had only what he could observe and hear to consolidate these opinions to go on.
Seven seconds. Too much nostalgia."But again... ja. The one vith you, by a... newspaper stand?"Or was it just the newspaper that filled the stereotype in his mind?
A random thought occured to "Unfettered." Vespyr's appreciation of coffee... he subconsciously considered her a mild romanticist by comparison. Interesting."Hm. Have you alvayz been at Public High School #259 as a high schooler?" he pondered out loud in a still conversational tone. His brows scrunched up, as his eye went up (for no point other then to emphasize) to look at the ceiling. He immediately stopped doing that as he found his sometimes questionable depth perception in being an issue with bringing the coffee to his lips. Once it had found the appropriate cavity, though, the German's eye did trail up to Vespyr's eyes. Plural.
He...
Hm.
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Kekeke.
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 14, 2010 0:43:34 GMT -8
"Ah..." she murmered, taking another sip of the coffee. Meanwhile, outside, the raven had been startled; in a raucous storm of black feathers and squawking, he whisked away into the air and out of sight, compelling Vespyr to wonder what had spooked the fellow. Had Fleesh arrived?
She peered a little harder out the window, but to her dismay there was only a rat small dog squatted there. No one-eyed cat to make this meeting yet more... interesting... but anyways;
"Brothers... I wasn't aware there were two of those beasts roaming the earth at some point. It's no wonder we get so many earthquakes here."
It was a bad pun, but Vespyr was amused with herself... for the awkward manner in which the jest resonated, deep in the ears of her inner bitter element that wanted to jab her repeatedly with a sharp stick for being so silly all of a sudden. Oh, that was awful.
Her gaze meandered back to the former object of her attention, who, as she noticed, was glancing down at his wounded finger. Vespyr's eyes fell to her own--and of course, there was a trace of "Unfettered"'s blood lurking beneath the nail. She hadn't even noticed... how rude of me. Lightly digging the nail into the pad of her own thumb, she was awed that it did, indeed, break the skin so easily.
Vespyr smiled. So sharp... lovely.
But of course, she soon became aware of the faint, tempting aroma of the blood. The mere detail of it being there, on her fingers, made her hunger to lick it off; but she abstained from doing so, for it was one of the lesser of the socially accepted habits (many of which she lacked). Not that she really cared, but... no. Instead, she satisfied herself with another swig of the coffee...
...and nearly choked upon hearing the next sentence coming from the German's mouth. She took a moment.
Swallowed the coffee...
and only then,
"Oh, no... no, no. I don't go to school. Never been."
... and she didn't ever plan to.
Nine out of ten times, as Vespyr had been keeping track, a person's immediate reaction to this particular answer would be something along the lines of, "Oh, so you were homeschooled," in which case they would still be incorrect. Literally--Vespyr had never been educated by anyone other than herself, or by life and its strict method of beating lessons upon one's head with a club...or maybe a hockey stick embedded with nails. The latter seemed far more appropriate. |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 15, 2010 23:07:40 GMT -8
OOC: ...I just noticed all my previous posts errors. Splendid.
BECAUSE: 9/10 IS 90% "Ah... Brothers... I wasn't aware there were two of those beasts roaming the earth at some point. It's no wonder we get so many earthquakes here.""Ugh... zat's awful," the German said, frowning lightly at the thought. The frown was actually partially erred at the thought, partially horribly amused at the pun attempt. "Unfettered" had actually been there at ground zero. ...But it was all in good humor, ja? Ja. For what it was, it was what he would appreciate it and smile slightly afterward.---"Oh, no... no, no. I don't go to school. Never been."...The German's brows raised."Oh, so you vere homeschooled?" a look of surprise taking to his face.
...A teasing smile soon replacing it, as one brow lowered, curiosity more then anything revealed. Her mannerism in talking, speaking, timing with the coffee... She was quite the orator. He would bite."...Truly, zen, vat is it you have been doing vith yourself?" he said, tapping the side of his coffee cup, not drinking, staring at her expectantly. A shade of pretense fading.
...
Already in silence, the German asked of something of his compatriot in unspoken silence. His smile begged of something more inquiring, smiling sincerely, smiling imploringly. The injury of his hand bled quietly without complaint. The bruises and tears on his body from hours prior were only just beginning to recover. ...And yet...
"Unfettered" took this time to take a small sip, another question on the verge of his lips.
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 16, 2010 0:54:57 GMT -8
The girl shook her head, smiling genuinely; her prediction had been correct. However, the smile faded slightly at the word, now spoken out loud: homeschooled. It sounded different as a spoken word rather than as a concept; it implied something. Something like, perhaps, a pampered childhood... or parents who gave a shit about education. Or who cared whether or not their kids were even still alive, wherever they might be.
Vespyr's eyes met "Unfettered"'s once again, the corners of her lips barely making the effort to creep upward.
"Nope."
...and as she hadn't spent more than a week in the orphanage, she couldn't count that as much of an educational experience.
"The extent of my education... it could be compared to the size of my library. However, i'd say the time spent merely surviving contributed more. When every day is an uncertainty, one finds herself seeking to learn all the things that really matter instead of wasting time."
Well--that was a mouthful. Vespyr seemed momentarily shocked by the torrent of rare insight that she had just uttered; but she let it pass. It was the truth, wasn't it? Beside the fact that she had scrutinized nearly every page of nearly every book she owned, which touched on nearly every subject imaginable, she had spent years alone, fending for herself, and she was still alive and doing rather well. The fact spoke for itself.
Taking another sip of the coffee, Vespyr regarded the German with an qually inquisitive demeanor. She felt, somehow, that she and "Unfettered" had reached a new level; this encounter had moved on from the two blondes casually sizing each other up--or at least, Vespyr had fulfilled her desire to dissect him with her eyes and was now more interested in what he had to say. In other words... he had passed the first test, and swimmingly.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 17, 2010 17:10:53 GMT -8
OOC: Not at all. Really excellent stuff. Doing these posts with friends at the house, so... >_>;
The Hook "Nope." Hah... He had touched a nerve?
Interesting. Her unsmiling features were almost indignant, as if he had branded her as some naive, socially retarded child or something. Or something worse. In a slightly bold statement... she had bitten his bait wistfully in his perception."The extent of my education... it could be compared to the size of my library. However, i'd say the time spent merely surviving contributed more. When every day is an uncertainty, one finds herself seeking to learn all the things that really matter instead of wasting time."Pause. Pause. Pause. The German stared blankly.
---Big. Toothy. Smile.
His face wasn't so much a sneer, so much as so thoroughly delighted at her reaction, at her statement; she tickled his his brain. For a moment, it was as though the German had found a goldmine at his feet, he just needed to get his pick sharpened to dig the s*** out of it."I have no doubt."Oh, yes. The German was pleased. And not at the statement either, though it contributed itself quite thoroughly to the German's archived memories. An issue he would love to explore more into, given she would grant him another meeting. Vespyr was no one's fool. To the credit of "Unfettered," his previous statement was said, well aware of her proven lethal accuracy and rather sadistic disposition, however light or heavy it may be. Her parents would have to be evil influences indeed to have trained her into becoming like this, but the hinted flavor of delight suggested other origins, backing up Vespyr's claims.
...And yet, still, "Unfettered" understood knew next to nothing of her, her full capabilities, only still some shallow level of her exterior. Perhaps he had peeled through some layers of her being, but one can only benefit so much from an initial meeting.
Calmly, the German's smile calmed down, tilting his head to the left, trying to get a better view. With a flick of his left thumb, he popped the lid to his coffee without even taking a glance to look down on it."You are similar to me, und yet... so very different... I rarely meet individualz such az yourself und even more rarely do I get along vith said individualz. So, I shall not waste time with useless compliments. Let me be blunt:"
"I vant you."...An almost intense look of lust took hold of him as his lips smiled rather suggestively."...To listen to a proposition of mine," revealing his silently implied jest."I do not know vat you hold dear to you," 'if anything at all' the German mused silently, as he shifted his head more properly. "But, if you truly do not go to school... perhapz I can give you a reason?~"...
Volumes.
Volumes of implications.
Volumes of untapped capabilities swirled about the person before him, as "Unfettered" silently dipped his bleeding finger into his still rather scalding coffee as if to cauterize the wound, watching the rich brown coffee turn to a slightly murkier maroon.
...And taking a sip as he gauged her reaction.
OOC: Sorry, I realize I may not give you much to work with here. Definitely one of those "lead-in" posts.
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 17, 2010 23:19:52 GMT -8
It was stimulating to be seated across from someone with whom she could share familiarity; and though the two might not have been tuned to the same degree, it was pleasant to have someone who was within her reach. "Unfettered" had regarded her as a respectable peer, if anything, and she couldn't help but share his conviction. As her intuitions had been leading her on... it would appear that this was the beginning of an alliance, of sorts. (she was wary of the word friendship.) In any case, whatever she or he would call it... Wonderful.
"I vant you."
...oh, really? [/i] The aspect of Vespyr's face remained poised and aloof, but in her chest, the heart that had been beating at peace with itself gave a sudden flutter in silent alarm. That statement was... a bit of a surprise... but nothing Vespyr couldn't handle. Though... the wanton thirst dancing in "Unfettered"'s eye and playing across his lips... was a dangerous expression indeed; Vespyr knew herself too well to be reacting to that look with anything less than indifference. ...but he wasn't finished yet. Relief...?Her smile returned yet again. Vespyr was, without a doubt, charmed by the German's wit--he seemed to pull his piquant repartee from out of nowhere. She was enraptured. At his vague proposal regarding her attendance in school, Vespyr found her hand hiding her mouth slightly, her body inclined forward in a speculative stance, elbow on her knee once more. Because she was in an altogether pleasant mood (though still cynical about the entire subject), she would hear whatever he had to say. "Okay, shoot--" The word ended abruptly. "Unfettered" had dipped the bleeding finger into his coffee. Vespyr's eyes dilated slightly, fixed on the enticing tendrils of crimson swirling around his submerged finger. The hand on her mouth rested almost as if in shock rather than in the thoughtful manner it had been before. He then proceeded to drink the coffee. Oh my... *SWOON*[/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 19, 2010 1:48:10 GMT -8
BRACE FOR MONOLOGUE! Calm. No traces of measure of reaction to his words... Vespyr continued to make a show of her personal control over herself. Either that or the German had begun to bore her, but her attention hadn't been drawn away yet. Just a mild shift to a more comfortable sitting or listening position, one that would neutrally be able to hide away all but her most extreme of reactions.
"Unfettered" noted that Vespyr held her hand very well with an impressive poker face, if this was to be looked into any deeper. For the German, as he spoke, he could only perceive the mildest motion of an attraction on the shallowest-level---"Okay, shoot--"...Scratch that. His finger, that is. More to that point the coffee actually really did burn, but wasn't hot enough to cauterize. Small droplets of sweat began to bead on the back of his neck, easily out of sight. All that the German did notice was there there a... staccato interruption in Vespyr as the sensation of iron and gourmet caffeine attacked his tongue. Interesting. Did he say something... provoking? In what way? Was ow ow ow ow ow?
Ow.
Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
Ow.
The German opted to burn himself and give the guise of control rather then preemptively shatter whatever preconceived notion of a person he was. Yes, "Unfettered" just kept smiling as serenely as he had, his eye coolly looking at her, as if he was about to indulge her in the secrets of the American government. While in several degrees of tolerable, but annoying pain."Civil war.~""Unfettered" leaned in, hunching towards her, holding his coffee somewhat protectively close to his body. Calm enthusiasm played across his face as if this was the most relaxing topic ever."Public High School #259 iz a vonderul place. But it does not flourish in timez of peace. No, no..."
"Conflict iz itz opium, conflict iz itz fertilizer."Leaning back, he slowly got up, in a still hunched over mannerism, before reappropriated his rear over to the small table, still leaning in towards her, his voice settling to a nice calm, as he continued in this "pleasant" talk."Vord of ze grapevine iz zat during my timez of inactivity, a new Student Hierarchy has established itself in Public High School #259. Zey control hundreds of students, but zey are all divided in zer varmongering schemes against one another. One Pillar for each grade or something along those lines.~"
"I am interested in creating an organization to usurp them as I had before. I vant you to join me to become a foundation upon which to exercise zis project. I need you to establish zis foundation---I cannot affirm as to why as of just now, but I have my suspicions."...Pause for a sip. The bleeding had calmed down on his (now incredibly) tender finger, but the coffee itself has almost turned into a complete maroon. Half-smiling at Vespyr, as he paused for her to chew the load of information, "Unfettered" would wait a few more moments before continuing.
Why did he need her? The coincidence... was it purely coincidence that they met each other again?
...What was the possibility that he had gotten himself beat up on purpose? Uncertainty played even on the German."Taking down ze Student Hierarchy chunk by chunk will help create the essential building block for order in Public High School #259:"
"Chaos.~"This was now a gamble on the German's part. This statement was said with assumptions on Vespyr's disposition. It was just as well, though. For some reason, "Unfettered" felt that hiding things from Vespyr would be highly counter-productive for this project.
His brows lit up rather casually now, as he leaned on the table. He would be silently appraising her during this long while."I have a purpose. I have many goalz. I have reasonz. I have explanationz. Zis is merely a stepping stone und ze title of School Captain not my goal. Zat is too small.---But I have spoken for too long.""Vill you join mein cause?"...Wordy. Well, he'd rather get it all out of the way, answer her questions later, then see what her response was. If she wanted further, detailed explanations, he would give them to her. If she wanted a price... the German would pay. If she would immediatly decline, he would bid her farewell. And if she needed time, she would get as much as she wanted or needed. This was the beauty of the freedom of choice.
"Unfettered" would be leaning back on the table still, holding the side with his hand to keep his back upright as his spine was at an inverted curve towards Vespyr, chest and stomach involuntarily pumped out. The German's legs were parallel to Vespyr's sitting position---though the legs were spread apart to make for comfort on a male's behalf. His tongue dry, "Unfettered" waited with a touch of unspoken anxiety in his investment of time in Vespyr, taking a long sip of coffee, his Adam's apple working quickly to help empty the container. Still, in spite of that suspense, though one thing was certain.
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 19, 2010 15:35:53 GMT -8
Vespyr deliberately averted her gaze, finding an arbitrary spot on the wall and studying it; not, however, with the intention of being obvious or rude, but rather, she did so in order to better concentrate on "Unfettered"'s proposition. Outwardly, she merely appeared to be speculative or perhaps, only mildly distracted by something she saw. Inwardly, she was considering and evaluating as usual as "Unfettered" spoke, but with an undertone of strained temperance... the scent was distracting enough. Vespyr's sense of smell was akin to a shark's in the sense that it was especially keen--and there was blood in the water.
She heard him get up, her eyes flitting back again as he moved around the table, violets glinting up at him curiously as he settled in front of her. Suddenly ill-at-ease about her appetite becoming apparent, she hoped she hadn't been too transparent and wondered if perhaps, his moving closer was meant as some sort of tease.
...she stared in mute horror as the male held his bloody fingertip at her lips, her frail body shivering violently, her eyes wide and dilated. The tantalizing scent was unescapeable... she just had to taste him. Swiftly, as though her body were controlled by some fierce, otherwordly force, Vespyr's arm shot out from beneath the covers and she grasped the male's arm firmly, her claws deep into his flesh. Pulling him closer, she gently took the finger in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it until it was clean-- Fuck. It was no wonder she was getting so worked up; but she beat the memory down and kept hidden. Her face was like a mask, but deep in her stomach she grinned bitterly, casting off the paranoia and reassuring herself that "Unfettered" wouldn't be able to tell so easily just how affected she was by the proximity. She wouldn't allow it to show, either, because--
This fortress of inscrutability that she hid herself in, it was all she had in the the world.
"Chaos." ...And that was just how Vespyr desired the world to be.
"Vill you join mein cause?" She was tempted... but alas, she was quite a capricious creature and she was well-aware of this. She was silent for a moment, her teeth tugging gently at her lip ring in a pensive manner.
"I'll need some time to consider it." Though, she was sure she would give in when and if she returned... Oh, and now might be a good time to mention that...
"Since i'll be going away for awhile, that would be a propitious time for me to think it over."
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 22, 2010 15:47:56 GMT -8
All In Time A perfectly unreadable fortress, save for what was permitted to come and go through the gates. In what the German could see to be occasional glints of amusement that Vespyr had to at least detail that she... perhaps... enjoyed his company, they were still only glimpses. "Unfettered" had garnered that much out of this meeting at least. Needless to say, "Unfettered" had little to (more probably) no idea of what his close proximity was doing to her. For him... it might just be good usage of oratory skills and dramatics.
...Maybe."I'll need some time to consider it."...
Hesitation would turn into a smile on the German's face."Since i'll be going away for awhile, that would be a propitious time for me to think it over."...And a smile would turn into a grin. Holding up his cup of coffee, he'd look into it before giving a small chuckle, as if remembering some obscure, funny thing. Perhaps he was, but the German would take the pains of bringing the cup to his mouth and draining all but the bottommost (and arguably hottest) part of the coffee. Even when he finished, tongue scalding and all, he kept his cut finger held towards the interior of the cup.
...
"Unfettered's" free hand reached into his pocket rather slowly, casually looking down at his hand. Equally as slowly, he pulled "it" out in a bunch, before letting his feet take to the floor one more time. He mused over the token item in hand. Still, as a gamble were worth, he did find it... in good opportunity to throw a bit of investment Vespyr's way."...Have you ever broken ze legs of a 'God' or fought vith a 'lightning breathing dragon'?"The amused smile continued, as his eye slowly rotated to hers."Neizer have I."Allusions. Foreshadowing. History.
Perhaps it was because he was a guy who was in severe need of intimacy with a female or just because he loved to tease... or because something more different. The fact remained that, almost stereotypically, the German forward towards Vespyr again, completely the waist, before pacing her face up for her left ear---if she'd let him get that close."I hope to... find you... favoring my position in ze future, near or far, zen.""Unfettered" would be simultaneously be putting the Lord of The Dead Necklace (+4 Wisdom) into the very hand that had cut him. And perhaps, for just a moment... the pupil of "Thrush's" eye turned red.
"Kekeke..."
As long as everything had went as this, the German would take a few steps, his face, eyes, everything, completely normal, and give the girl some space. In the same dramatic bow with which he had introduced himself, the German now silently, smiling, dismissed himself, more energy to his step then earlier before. As if not noticing a thing, the German's cup would fall away from his hand, as he made his way to the door of Starbucks to leave Vespyr there, or perhaps to see her walk out with him. Either way... no coffee would be spilled.
...The coffee cup, if discovered, would be found to have been frozen to the bottom of the cup.* * * * * * * * * * * * * *"Tai..."**"Hehe... yes?"**"You cut ze footage as we left, correct?"**"Of course. Wouldn't want to make you angry, eh?"**"Good. Make a few calls to the old crowd."**"...Really."**"Ja."*
*"Ve're starting again."*
OOC: Transferring "Lord of The Dead Necklace" to Vespyr. Edit: Put In Link. |
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 22, 2010 21:12:55 GMT -8
Upon feeling the object being placed in her hand, Vespyr’s eyes flicked to the left with an unreadable glint; even she could not place a word on the faint twinge of emotion that lingered beneath the glance. All of a sudden she felt so strange; cold, in a literal sense. There had been a wisp of a realization slowly rising to the surface of the dark waters. There are some who hold fate within their hands.
“Unfettered” had gone, but his voice still resounded within her ear. Like a burrowing snake, it slithered in; while he was speaking she had felt, for a wavering second, like there had been someone else close to her—and now, she felt as though she were being watched.
Instinctively, as soon as she was struck with the eerie vibe of eyes upon her, she would disappear. This time, however, she remained still, leaning forward slightly with her forearms on her knees, her hands limply upturned. In her left palm, the parcel still lay uninspected. Her eyes had not yet wandered down to see what “Unfettered” had left with her—the pensive gaze hadn’t moved since “Unfettered” had leant in, so very close to her. Even now that he was gone, she stared out the window at something that stunned her even further. Deep within her amethyst eyes, a glint of horror had arisen.
Something outside was staring back at her with an even more sinister visage, if It were possible that anything in the world were more egregious than the girl sitting alone in the café. But there was.
And it was grinning.
It was glaring.
Then, at the passing of a vehicle, it was gone.
Vespyr closed her eyes, forcing her black cherry lips to curl upward in the most maniacal manner, so that for a moment her face was twisted with a disturbing madness of a startling vehemence—then in the blink of an eye, the macabre illusion of insanity was gone, and Vespyr’s face was as placid and focused as before. Her eyes were cast downward at the necklace she had been given.
She didn’t question his motive for giving it to her; nor did she question his motive for any of the things he had done preceding this very moment. There was no need. There would be plenty of time to question things… oh yes; there would be time to question everything.
Her hand closed tightly around the necklace.
Try, now, to take the next step—
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