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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 24, 2010 18:07:17 GMT -8
Intensity The German had already begun bracing for the (hopeful) laughter or the deterred stare of 'what the hell...?' he would receive for his 'off-humor'. Granted, he'd made the crack after a rough estimation of what he knew about Vespyr, ready to laugh at himself for---
---...There was nothing he could see, but the amused smile. How seriously had Vespyr taken him? ...How serious was "Unfettered"?
Of course, the German hadn't seen Vespyr's face when he faced forward---he wasn't afraid of leaving things up to his imagination in that sense, his arms hugging about his stomach at that point, as he kept his long legs stretched out, occasionally wiggling at the tips. All he knew was that she smiled at his commentary... and that was it---
Turning slightly to the side, he saw staring straight back at him an almost glowing set of amethyst eyes, little strands of hair going down it, staring at him with body language of... a completely relaxed cat. A completely relaxed cat with the most intense set of eyes just staring at him, perhaps into his soul.“I have nothing better in mind.”...It took a good three seconds of delay for "Unfettered" to realize that he'd just been staring.
And realize that perhaps... he really did know next to nothing about Vespyr. So why was he getting so excited? And in what way(s)?
Casually bringing up a calm, curious smile, his right hand ruffled the hair in front of his face, before letting it fall away to the sides with a dividing of his hair. Never before had he had anyone look at him like that. Of course, there was less of a pounding in both his head and chest when she finally smiled. Actually, if he just leaned in...
Right, as if he hadn't learned his lesson the last time.
...
...Leaning his head slightly towards her, his smile became more amused and... confident and...---[color=gray"Vell, alright zen."[/color] Nodding silently, as if more to himself, perhaps acknowledging the fact that that was nothing but sheer presence behind that stare (and having possibly pulled a social faux pas), he leaned forward before putting his hands on his knees. Teetering to the right side, so that he didn't accidentally hit Vespyr with his side, he straightened back, with an inward groan of release for his joints as he stretched his entire body towards the ceiling.
If Vespyr hadn't already stood herself up, he'd slowly turn about and offer her a hand up, the familiar mock-gentlemen look on his face. Either way, if he did or didn't, he'd eventually go for his coffee with his right hand and check his left pocket for keys, which he'd confirm with a jingle.
A jingle that didn't happen. The German realized he had walked here. He mentally shrugged to himself.
Turning his blue eye to her, the German would smile with a more quieted (but still evident) warmth on his face before nodding."Shall ve, zen?" pointing to the doorway with his elbow rather casually.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 24, 2010 21:13:37 GMT -8
Speaking of cats…
A familiar orange face had appeared in the window, front paws on the glass, peering in at his mistress and the young man with whom she was seated. Vespyr noticed the feline immediately, her eyes darting to the window rather excitedly. The cat never ceased to amuse and amaze her with his ability to track her down and show up anywhere; the two were inseparable, but also independent. The cat, though he spent much of his time with his Mistress, led the clandestine life typical to felines while Vespyr led her own, which happened to be just as mysterious. To the world, they were merely the silhouettes of strangers enshrouded in a dense, dark fog.
…And the cat was curious as to who this man was who offered his hand to his Mistress.
Meanwhile, Vespyr had laid her hand in “Unfettered”’s and stood herself up, mentioning nothing about the cat in the window with doubts that he had even noticed the animal at all. A calm smile rested on her visage, the day having just gotten a bit better with the presence of her feline companion, and she made her way to the door, either leading the way or following “Unfettered” if he had already headed in that direction. The cat was there to greet her once the door swung open, his head raised regally, a sense of warmth and welcome emanating from him, from the gleam in his single amber eye down to the tip of his tail, which was wrapped neatly about his paws. Vespyr stooped down momentarily to give his ears a loving caress.
“I hope you’re not allergic to cats…” The statement was directed at “Unfettered”, obviously, and not the cat, which was by now glaring curiously at the young man. It would be an eye-to-eye stare, literally, if “Unfettered” did happen to notice him. The feline appeared to be very interested by the German, gawking with a slightly tilted head, for he had not, through the window, had a chance to see the young man’s face. Most likely, it was the lack of an eye that caught his attention.
Interesting…
Vespyr’s gaze darted between the two males for a moment before she began walking toward the nearest Wendy’s, out of faith that “Unfettered” hadn’t been kidding about the root beer floats. The coffee forgotten, she was thirsty for something entirely new.
.^*’`’*^-.,_,.^*’`’*^-.,_,.^*’`’*^-.,_,.^*’`’*^-.,_,.^*’`’*^-.,_,.^*’`’*^-…wheeeee…
Her hand was nestled in the cat’s fur as he perched precariously in her lap, his eye fixed on ‘Unfettered”, while Vespyr’s gaze was elsewhere. She had scooted onto the railing that flanked the counter of Wendy’s after obtaining her drink, which she held in her unoccupied hand. Her eyes were rooted on an old man across the room who was wearing a dress.
Yes, he was wearing a dress.
With pink nail polish.
High heels.
And a scruffy beard.
…
Anyways… Vespyr turned her gaze over to “Unfettered”.
“What happens next?”
ooc: Lemme know if you want to do the timeskip differently, i'll change it xD |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Aug 29, 2010 20:12:19 GMT -8
Arrr For the sake of dismissing it as just a look of sudden attention to the outside, the German perhaps let her abrupt look slide. Or perhaps "Unfettered" was completely wrapped up in the present and really hadn't noticed the cat. Either way it was completely legitimate. Rather by a small social order of things, "Unfettered" was seemingly more focused on keeping pace, side-to-side, to Vespyr's right---meaning that when they were at the door, the German allowed her to make the way for the two of them before he'd slip his foot at the opened door to keep it open for himself and walking out.
"Unfettered" had to abruptly stop himself from not tripping over the suddenly stooped Vespyr, leaning forward dangerously before catching onto the side of the open door with his right hand. Taking a few round-about sidesteps, the German's eye would quietly change from surprise to interested as his hand would gently make sure the door closed behind them without a sound.“I hope you’re not allergic to cats…”...The cat was staring right back at him. Interestingly enough, "Unfettered" felt himself being somewhat pressured by the creature and had to mentally shake his head at the thought. There was a good five second pause as the German spent the time to size up the cat (while he assumed the same was being done to him) before he would crouch forward to their new companion.
With deliberation, the German slowly extended out a relaxed hand out towards the cat, palm down, his fingers relaxed as he stopped his hand three inches before the creature. It was a chance for the animal to smell "Unfettered's" hand and therein his scent and come up with an opinion based on that. All the while, the German spent the time staring at the cat in the eye, no expression on his face, save for what he hoped would be an exuded sincerity. Regardless of how the cat reacted (even if it slashed at his hand), the German would wordlessly (perhaps biting on his tongue lightly if in pain) stand back up and began following after Vespyr and would then keep in pace beside her."..."
"...I vant to get him an eye-patch."* * * * * * * * * * * * * The German would find himself stuck between swirling his eye between the cat that was staring rather intensely at him and a cross dresser. A blatantly obvious cross dresser. In a sense, "Unfettered" couldn't help but feel relieved that it wasn't an overly masculine man attempting to be a drag queen, but it would be a visual that would haunt him later that evening before he would wake up in cold sweat. His rootbeer float would remain untouched before him on the table, as his back was inclined in an upward curve towards the chair's back and his legs parted slightly with hands resting on them.“What happens next?”"Unfettered" would correct his gaze to look at her, shoulders caving forward in a relaxed manner without an obvious expression on his face. His lips parted, as if to say something, but then would close just in that moment as he looked down to the corner, an array of thoughts attempting to organize themselves quickly for a good three seconds."Hm."Perhaps in a moment of real indecision or attempting to play himself off as a bit scatter-brained, the German took his right hand to the drink before bringing it and the straw to his lips as he inhaled the carbonated blend of smooth, chocolately bubbles rather thoughtfully. As if to perhaps only to come to a decision then, he swallowed, relaxed the cup back to the table and looked up at Vespyr with a wistful grin."I'm going to call Tai to pick us up---he's my 'guardian,' so to speak. From there, ze apartment, ver I can expand upon potential future plans, go over training methodz (to vich I shall go over detail later), und---if you have ze time---a discussion on philosophies, idealogies, etcetera, so zat I can get a little more of a grasp of who you are," he'd end with a more normal smile, before becoming serious again.
..."That und... begin studiez on vy zer are so many individuals who are missing one eye."That was a joke.
...Right?
"Unfettered" stared again at the cat, still not knowing his name, before looking up at Vespyr, as if she would read his facial expression.
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Post by Vespyr on Aug 31, 2010 21:37:57 GMT -8
While she let her thin fingers glide through the cat’s fur, Vespyr’s attention was rather focused on “Unfettered”’s face as it embraced a moment of incertitude. In that moment there were three eyes upon him; two dim (but quite patient) amethysts and the other, a glinting, fiery topaz; but feeling the hostility in which the feline glowered forth, Vespyr decided to avert her gaze as to not completely unnerve the German. So her eyes went to the elderly cross dresser once again—and twitched upon seeing the blot of mustard that clung offensively to his cheek as he engulfed a burger with his lipstick-painted maw. It was the kind of thing that made her insides wrench in sickened agony…but she couldn’t… look… away…
However as she continued to stare, she became unaware that the corners of her lips had drawn back in an involuntary grimace of disgust, revealing her gritted teeth. The man-thing must have taken notice, for in a brief outburst of fury he pounded his fist onto the plastic tray (which in turn did a rather acrobatic flip off the edge of the table and onto the adjacent wall, half-eaten burger and ketchup-soaked fries sailing in every direction), stood up, grabbed his purse, and hobbled through the door emitting a gruff shout.
“HATERS GONNA HATE”
*SLAM*
. . .
“…und—if you have ze time—a discussion on philosophies, ideologies, etcetera, so zat I can get a little more of a grasp of who you are,”
Vespyr turned her attention back to the German, giving a slight agreeable nod as if she had been listening intently to him through the entire spectacle. Well… she had, though it might not have appeared so for the moment. Except for her eyes, only slightly wider than before, her expression was as placid as it usually was when she was listening. Which, strangely, wasn’t that often.
She didn’t find herself in such tolerable company often, so she rarely had the chance.
"That und... begin studiez on vy zer are so many individuals who are missing one eye."
At this point, she glanced down at the cat with a small, humoured smile, trailing a talon-like fingernail along the soft underside of the cat’s throat, affectionately. She suddenly realized—not only was the reason for Fleesh’s missing eye unknown to her, but she had also never bothered to ponder the thought until “Unfettered” mentioned it. Neither had she wondered how the German came to wear his eye patch. Most people would have been immediately curious, or might have had the urge to inquire—but the lack of an eye hadn’t been a curiosity to Vespyr… it was no different to her than a missing home, missing parents, or a missing twin. Everybody was missing something.
What really mattered… was whether or not they actually missed it, or just had a lack thereof. A person couldn’t be defined by what they lacked, but rather, how they chose to deal with lacking something.
A missing eye, for example, had not hindered young Fleesh in his development into a fully-functioning, completely capable and cunning feline. The lack of basically everything society would expect a young girl to need growing up had not hindered Vespyr in the slightest—in fact, when she recalled all the things in life that she lacked, she was rather glad and shuddered at what she may have become if she did have them.
[/philosophical nonsense]
“That definitely deserves some thought.”
Fleesh’s amber gaze seemed to have cooled off slightly and was directed upward to his Mistress; Vespyr peered down at the feline in her lap and wondered about the jagged scar that ran from his brow to his cheekbone, and about his sunken and sealed eyelid, and about the eye behind it that may or may not still be there.
———
"...I vant to get him an eye-patch."
Vespyr nearly laughed, but stopped herself when she began considering how AWESOME the idea really was. A big, toothy grin would suffice.
———
Then she wondered about the eye patch that clung to “Unfettered”’s face and what lay behind it… and what lay even further beyond that, deep in the labyrinth within his skull, in all the hidden places that only he might know of.
…so that I can get a little more of a grasp of who you are… |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 4, 2010 18:58:47 GMT -8
A Hating Hater Without breaking a beat, the German continued on in his talk, ignoring the rather sexy amusing curious fellow and his outburst before going up in a huff.
...“That definitely deserves some thought.”"Unfettered" smiled a little enthusiastically--- "HOLY F***, WHAT THE F*** ARE YOU WEARING, YOU MISCREANT TRANNY, ANAL-SHOVING WARTHOG!?"*Blink*
Rather robotically, the German looked to the outside, where the familiar blaring of someone's voice had obviously caught sight of cross dresser. Barging in with a steel pipe, razor teeth, sharp (if slightly crazed) eyes, and clothing of generally army-styled attire."YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE F***ING 'THING' I JUST F***ING SAW WITH MY OWN TWO F***ING EYES, YOU ONE-EYED, SCAT-EATING NAZI.""..."There was a very quiet, patient smile on the German's face as he looked up at his benefactor."...Hallo, Tai. Zis is Vespyr."Turning to look at her, the rather loud man's mouth only showed more teeth as he smiled brazenly at her."WELL A GOOD F***ING DAY TO M*** YOU, YA' F***ING WHORE. 'FAGGOT' HERE HAS TOLD ME ALL ABOUT YOU."Amused (perhaps at himself), Tai would reach into his pocket (provided that Vespyr hadn't done anything in taking offense to him) to jingle his car keys, before walking out. Taking that as Tai's way of saying "get in before I leave you behind," "Unfettered" pushed himself up from his seat and pushed it back underneath the table while grabbing the remains of his float with his right hand. Unless Vespyr had already gotten up the German would wait for her before walking ahead/beside/behind her to the car, where he'd opt for the seat directly behind Tai. Then, they'd wait for Vespyr to come before Tai would drive off.
Safely.
Kind of.
...Not too sign posts got hit.* * * * * * * * * * * * * While in the underground parking lot, "Unfettered" promptly undid his seat belt and got out. Tai was already out, try to pull an embedded stop sign from the front bumper of his car. There was a forced calm on the German's face as he pocketed his left hand, taking a small sip of his frosty."...Need help?""WhattamI? Some kinda' f***in' pansy that bench presses dicks exclusively? 'Git on up, I'll be back in a Godd*** hour or summat."Watching Tai bent over, pulling with his legs pressed hard on the car, the German shrugged to himself and waited for Vespyr to get on out, before he'd lead her inside. |
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 5, 2010 0:18:07 GMT -8
Vespyr’s gaze would of course follow the German’s as the raucous shouting made its way inside the restaurant, her eyes narrowing slightly; rather than indicating that she was displeased, however, the nuance was her reaction to something out of the ordinary—the narrowing of the eyes was a sign of scrutinizing. In most cases, the subtle narrowing of her eyes was enough to say ‘I am going to be displeased, aren’t i?...’
…a majority of the time, her hypothesis was correct.
"WELL A GOOD F***ING DAY TO M*** YOU, YA' F***ING WHORE.’FAGGOT' HERE HAS TOLD ME ALL ABOUT YOU."
So this… is Tai.
Amethyst glinted coldly beneath her dark lids, which by now were narrowed further, surpassing ‘there’s a chance I’m going to be displeased’ and having transgressed to ‘I am rather displeased.’
To say that she was offended wouldn’t be entirely accurate; Vespyr wasn’t offended by Tai’s raucous (and what most would call rude) greeting; long before the moment she heard him greet “Unfettered”, she had already inferred that he was brazen and boorish by nature. So, rather than being offended at being called a whore, Vespyr was disturbed by his… loudness. As if he didn’t have an ounce of composure. Vespyr was more inclined to tact human beings, in the rare cases when she was inclined to human beings at all.
As she followed him to the car, it was of her immediate conviction that she and Tai would not be getting along as well as she and “Unfettered” did. But she wasn’t too disappointed about that.
.^*’`’*^-.,_,.^*’`’*^-.,_,.^*’`’*^-.,_,.^*’`’*^-.,_,.^*’`’*^-.,_,.^*’`’*^.
To say the drive had been anything less than ‘eventful’ would be stretching the truth to soothe the fact that only by a miracle were they still alive and unharmed. Vespyr, for one, discovered why the OH SHIT bar was called as such. More than once did she find herself awkwardly struggling to keep from colliding with “Unfettered” in the back seat, her hands clutching the bar desperately through every fast turn, muttering every time she found herself accidentally intruding on the German’s lap space or visa-versa. She was out of the car within seconds of reaching their destination, and stood glaring silently at the mangled stop sign. In silence she reflected on the experience, her main thoughts being that if they were going to run over so many unnecessary obstacles, they might have at least chosen some decent targets—pedestrians, to be precise.
She turned away and followed “Unfettered”, leaving Tai to wrestle with the car’s new hood ornament. Their footsteps echoed simultaneously in the dimly lit garage, since Vespyr had decided to match the German’s gait for no particular reason other than to stay right beside him. Although her visage was rather neutral for the moment, there was an undaunted darkness in her eyes; it was the silenced light surrounding her wide pupils that never seemed to brighten, for her thoughts swam there. As for what those exact thoughts were at that moment... they had left Tai where he was, for the most part, and looked curiously ahead to other things. Such as what lay behind the door of “Unfettered”’s apartment— literally, and also in the sense of what would take place there.
As they continued on she couldn’t help but drop a comment to fill the void of conversation that occurred between the vigorous car ride and now. She had the urge and had to brush away the mild tension that lingered ever-so-slightly like static in the air.
“Your comrade… he is a rather passionate fellow.”
This was said with a subtle holding back of the tongue, Vespyr having chosen her words carefully in case the German became suddenly defensive. She didn't expect him to be, but people were strange and often unpredictable... obviously.
(ooc: sorry, this one's not so great. School starts in a few days and my muse isn't so happy about that >_<) |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 6, 2010 4:46:14 GMT -8
What Makes A Home? Aside from an awkward quiet from a rather oppressive personality, with all credits to Tai, an awkward drive filled with many uncomfortable turns, an obviously uncomfortable passenger... the German was perhaps slightly impressed, pleased, or both that Vespyr was still walking with him, right beside him being of particular note. An equal's note, perhaps, a theme that still ran in his mind, though it took backseat to other ideas.“Your comrade… he is a rather passionate fellow.”With sudden mock offense, the German whirled around, as if to re-analyze her."Vell, you offend me, good madame! Tai is a terrible a**hole!"The look of mock defensiveness turned quickly to a curious, pondering smile as the German looked at Vespyr. There was a quick turn to a more thoughtful commentary."...Sadly, as obvious as it may be, his shell hides a very, very vulnerable host. Zat excuses nothing, obviously."A story for another time. Nodding, perhaps to himself, the German continued to look forward while reaching into his pocket for the key until they finally made it to a large, brown-painted, wooden door. With an unceremonious whip and push of the key into the lips of the lock, he turned it and gave the the door a silent squeezing push along with a deft step forward with the tip of his toe, before just as quietly retreating back to his stance.
Giving Vespyr a chance to peer inside, she would immediately see a rather large (for a small apartment) living room with an ocean of dull white carpet. Right at the entrance of the door, however were some small tile entrance along with a plastic stand for all the shoes of visitors and host alike to roost their footwear. Two large tables of block-styled wood were aimed with the width being pointed parallel to the doorway with similarly-styled chairs sat all around them, suggesting the living room was also the dining room. At the very end of the living room, however, was a medium-sized (but comfortable looking) couch of worn, brown leather with comfortable depressions in them suggesting impressive cushioning. To opposite of the couch was a pathetically small television of only about eighteen by eighteen or something---it was difficult to tell at this angle. Two bent antennas stuck out of the television like some sort of horribly salvaged piece of junk as it sat on a plain wooden stand.
To the left would be found a small, open kitchen with the same brown-red tile flooring to be found separating the two rooms. along with an empty door arc between the two. The cabinets inside the kitchen were of a lesser design, looking slightly more pinkish paint, while the stove and oven looked about twenty years outdated. The kitchen counter appeared to be the only proper refurnishing, reflecting a rather plain marble of browns and blacks.
There was two rooms next to the kitchen, but they were actually sealed off by doors, insinuating the existence of a bathroom and a small bedroom.
...Perhaps the most notable thing of the room was its plainness, its lack of decoration, its dull white walls and its rather impressive cleanliness all around. All around, there was perhaps a spartan feel to the apartment so far."Velcome to my home," with a casual sweep of his arm to the entirety of the apartment.
Using his feet, "Unfettered" proceeded to push his feet out of his shoes and just as lazily used the grip of his toes to place them on the shoe rack. Done with that, he'd wait in his socks for Vespyr to step in before closing the door after her. He made no suggestion for her to follow suit---in fact, his body language didn't even assume anything of the sort, though in most times it may be insinuated. Rather, the German was more preoccupied with making his way to the couch before stopping half-way and turning around, his hands propped up and his shoulders up with a shrug as he smiled with a brow raised."...Pardon me, vould you like something to drink or eat?"...The German had no need for a dramatic, ending line, this time. He'd like to think that the room spoke for himself at this time.
OOC: No worries. Your post went along perfectly fine. Rather, I was afraid if I was coming off a bit over-assumptive or what have you in my previous post. |
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 6, 2010 21:12:46 GMT -8
Vespyr tensed as the German whirled to face her suddenly, a disquieted twinge clenching at her chest, but she let it ebb away at the first hint of sarcasm in his voice. The corners of her lips twitched with feeble relief; never one to worry too much about offending others, Vespyr only admitted to herself that to offend the German would simply make things more complicated than they needed to be… the slight anxiety she had just encountered was trivial, was it not? Of course the reason she remained so curt was to avoid complications with their plans… of course it was because of that, what else might she have to be so unusually self-aware for?
"...Sadly, as obvious as it may be, his shell hides a very, very vulnerable host. Zat excuses nothing, obviously."
She would nod, understanding precisely what he meant; not because she was the same way, but in her years of observing human beings she found it to be a rather common behavior—to surround oneself with high walls that from the outside seemed too impossibly high to climb, yet from the inside were unbelievably easy to topple. Humans, she noted, would do anything if only they could escape the feeling of insecurity; even if it meant being a terrible asshole, a slut, or a complete shut-in. They hid themselves from the world until it became impossible for the world to see the true being behind the mask they wore—like an animal in deep sleep, which one can only make assumptions about what dreams pass through the mind. One may assume a cat is dreaming of chasing birds, but when the cat opens its eyes there is no way of telling what fleeting images linger there…and the cat has no voice to speak of such things. There is no clarification for the observer other than what words or behavior, truth or lie, are displayed by the one that hides behind the walls he built because he knows he is safe there.
However, instead of taking the matter to heart and feeling some meager amount of pity for Tai, as most humans might have been inclined to do, Vespyr found herself agreeing with the latter part of “Unfettered”’s statement… and reflected upon that in a brief internal monologue. No excuses. If you’re going to be an asshole, do it for the sake of being an asshole and not because of feeling insecure or some bullshit like that. I’m a bitch and it’s not for any particular reason other than that’s just the way I am. Being a bitch has its benefits, sometimes… but damn it, I’m digressing.
"Velcome to my home,"
She stepped inside, her eyes scanning the apartment, her smile sparse as she inwardly struggled to keep her mind from becoming cluttered with irrelevant thoughts. It was difficult; the place seemed to invite a straying mind because of its blandness. The scarcity didn’t necessarily bother her, but she was accustomed to places with more… atmosphere. She was used to the alluring darkness of gritty graffiti-covered alleyways. Her home, an abandoned restaurant; weathered, worn, with walls barely visible through the layers of (now burnt) paint and charcoal. Scene’s house; a grand and elaborate labyrinth of hallways graced with paintings and landscapes, and ornate furniture filling every room. But it didn’t matter. It’s the company, not the place, that makes for an interesting time.
Vespyr followed the German, pausing behind him as he removed his shoes, but giving no thought to doing so herself. Not only was she perplexed by the seemingly trivial custom of removing shoes, but she was wearing combat boots and didn’t feel like taking the time to unlace the damn things.
“Nothing for me, thanks.”
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 18, 2010 0:57:06 GMT -8
OOC: Gah. >_< Pardon me.Study Time “Nothing for me, thanks.”"Alright. Let me know."The German gave her a simple nod in compliance before turning around to walk over to the couch. There was a rigid familiarity with which the German walked over, crouching just at the right spot before it while his hand worked underneath the cushion to pull out a very simple, black briefcase. Taking it up in his hands, he shook it loosely, tilting his head so that his left ear could listen to the sound before putting it to the side, satisfied that he had the right one. With one hand he took the sofa cushion and covered the custom slot the cushion covered before he allowed himself to walk back over, briefcase in his left hand. His feet, familiar with the area, walked over effortlessly while the German's eye swivelled back and forth in a practiced manner, his free hand working over the number combination, clicking the case open, and resetting the number as he opened the case ajar and laid it on the table.
Throughout this whole procession of thirty seconds, "Unfettered's" face had been completely neutral. Rather, there was more of a look of searching and several trains of thought, speeding along the railroad.
...With a quick lick of his lips, the German opened up the case completely, revealing the left part of the case to be filled with many various manila folders, all of them categorized by a specific trait. "Finances," "Tactics," "Theories," "Agendas," etc. All of them detailed in a uniform chicken-scratch, small graphs, incoherent doodles, print, and special notes. It was, perhaps, the other side of the briefcase that would hold more interest as it didn't hold specific things in regards to remnants... but specific names in regards to people. Many of them were thin, small, filled with papers of chicken-scratch writing, more doodles, and more noted-on typed text. Names went on it from "David Blaze," "Gabriel Seran," "Victor D'armond," "Leon Sudeki," "Mitsuki Park," and many others, some familiar, some obscure.
Pulling back the seat to the right of Vespyr, the German sat next to her, pushing the briefcase and its contents to the middle, in front of the both of them. However, his eye was on her.
Many questions on the tip of his lips. Some a bit dramatic, some idealistic, others romanticized... For a moment, he looked over to the brief case and pulled out a small file on a fellow he met a while ago. "Saint" was his name. The weakest yet most idealistic Pillar that "Unfettered" had ever seen in Public High School #259. There were no smirks or laughs on the German's face as he looked at the folder, pensively."...Vat do you see when you look at people? Vat are zey to you?"
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Post by Vespyr on Oct 4, 2010 20:47:24 GMT -8
Vespyr’s eyes danced across the contents of the briefcase with mild curiosity, noting the sudden formality, and recognizing none of the names… except for Gabriel.
Her eyes narrowed slightly, recalling vaguely the last time she had seen that particular boy, recalling mainly that it had been a rather strange and uneventful meeting. Key aspects of the memory were there being an explosion of some sort… and then there was the boy, naked except for a towel… and he had been angry with her for her indifference toward his ‘terrible, terrible’ actions. He had killed people, many people. She had seen nothing wrong with that… in fact, she had praised him for it. Was that why he tried to choke her? Yes… yes it was. It had been a rather boring day.
Meanwhile, “Unfettered” had taken a seat beside her, positioning the briefcase between them. Vespyr’s gaze had remained in the briefcase, but upon hearing his question, her violet gaze turned ever-so smoothly to the German and she stared at him, contemplating. There were… so many things she could say to him on that subject; so many answers to give, but all too complex to bother with. There were several long, drawn-out moments of silence. Vespyr’s gaze seemed to drift across “Unfettered”’s face as she thought, focusing in his eye, and then his hair, the line of his jaw, then his eye again.
“I see the curvature of their skulls beneath their skin. The hollow sockets of their eyes beneath flesh and emotion…”
..What.
She looked away, searching for the rest of her thought; she had always known the answer to this question, but she had never been asked. Sure, her immediate choice for an answer was rather dramatic, one might say, but to Vespyr, it was the plain truth.
“Most people are… How would I put it… a real piece of work. They are of little value to me.”
Her pale hands separated from each other and she slid one across the table toward the stack of folders, letting her nimble fingers flip curiously through the names, almost as if she were looking for someone in particular…
“However.”
Her hand retreated from the briefcase as slyly as it had advanced, returning to its twin to intertwine fingers in fingers once more. Of course, there had to be exceptions to every rule, didn’t there? With certain individuals on her mind, she continued.
“However… People can be useful from time to time. And in rare cases… good company.”
Vespyr’s gaze meandered off somewhere near the ceiling, her eyebrows raised slightly and her grin crooked in a ‘hate-to-admit-it-but-quite-fucking-true’ sort of expression.
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I… am so sorry…
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 14, 2010 21:04:24 GMT -8
OOC: You're no worse then me, dear. >_> I'm probably a touch more bad...Definitions, Perspectives, & Aspirations Unbeknown (?) to "Unfettered," it was more or less apparent that Vespyr was looking at him as a catalyst for his definition, his face at the time burying itself into the loads of information within the briefcase with a studious glance. That is, until the German looked up at Ves to catch her coming to her first verbalized thoughts.“I see the curvature of their skulls beneath their skin. The hollow sockets of their eyes beneath flesh and emotion…”"Unfettered" smiled, amused at this, with his brow raised over his eye.
As opposed to the "dramatics" (which were only sub-par in comparison of other known dramatists of their age anyways), the German saw a very thoughtful, very literal portrayal. Okay, yes, it was dramatic, but even the German sometimes went off on his own tirades. Especially the Germans. Hitler was a prime example of good dramatics.“Most people are… How would I put it… a real piece of work. They are of little value to me.”Obvious thoughts would lead to 'People? Pieces of work? In what sense?' and other tidbits, but there was nothing betrayed on "Unfettered's" face... or if he even thought along those lines. Rather, his thoughts were...“However.”...Lowering his brow appropriately and raising it again...“However… People can be useful from time to time. And in rare cases… good company.”Breathing out quite suddenly in a small laugh, the German found his hands stretched out in front of himself, fingers interwoven in each other for a nice double-fist grasp. No, it was very obvious that he wasn't laughing at her... much. He was laughing in agreement as he agreed to the implied "law" behind her words."Exceptionz to rulez," to overstate the cliche she was mentioning. "Unfettered's" eye closed for a moment before opening again, digging his left hand into the briefcase, "Excluding death und taxes."'And maybe consistencies' inconsistency.'"But at zis point, I am just talking," making a room for a mild conversation shift, as his left hand pulled out a particular piece of paper, before looking at her casually, no smile on his face, just a pensive look."As I may have or may have not already mentioned, I vas ze former leader of a gang known as 'Militia.' Its longevity wasn't long und it did not accomplish much. You understand zat I have questioned myself over many things..."His gaze sharpened at her as he dropped the piece of paper on the table between them."Including ze human need or desire for strength. Vy do ve seek strength? Vy do I seek strength? Do I still seek it?"
"...Do you seek it?"Enough for a means to an end? Not at all? Completely and totally for the sake of power itself?
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Between the two of them, the stapled paper had a large, Times Roman font, centered and shifted to the middle of it. It simply said:...And back on the brief case was a similar packet of paper noted as:Quietly, wordlessly, without any notable expression on his face, "Unfettered" pushed himself from the table and stood up as he would walk to the door of his room, making no gesture for Vespyr to follow. He was still within earshot and the silent implication was that the would return within a few seconds...
...Getting something?
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Post by Vespyr on Oct 22, 2010 23:45:54 GMT -8
“Vy do ve seek strength? Vy do I seek strength? Do I still seek it?"
"...Do you seek it?"
Vespyr considered the questions in a light manner, not delving too deeply into her own philosophies at first; but as she thought about it, it became more difficult to come up with an answer. The truth was, she didn’t really know (or care, for that matter). She had always been satisfied that the need for strength and power was simply an inevitable part of human nature, and that is fucked things up more often than not, but that sometimes it could lead to great things. But then, what was really great? One question led to another.
Finally, she satisfied herself by avoiding the why questions and answering the latter one; though, her answer was concise but vague and probably didn’t mean anything to “Unfettered” other than being a reply to a question, following which, things could progress.
“Not always. “
Definitely one of the less appetizing of her responses, but it was all she could muster as she watched him leave the room. She waited, of course, her eyes wandering as they pleased, though there really wasn’t much to look at. Eventually she settled on a spot on the wall and stared at it uselessly, waiting to see if/when the German would re-enter the room. [/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 25, 2010 22:17:31 GMT -8
And Out Walked The German Nazi  ...Strolling out of his room, casually after a few short minutes.
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Post by Vespyr on Oct 25, 2010 22:33:54 GMT -8
Vespyr’s gaze shifted back to the doorway at the first sound of the German’s entrance, her eyes widening greatly, following him all the way back to his seat. She had bitten her lip before she knew it, and a little too hard, but she didn’t notice the small trickle of blood as much as she would have enjoyed it. This… was far more enticing. Her reaction was obvious… obviously. Her wide eyes gave it all away if her bleeding lip didn’t.
After a few moments, Vespyr coughed a little, (blushing? Yes? No? Maybe?) and smiling coyly, decided that there was nothing to say at the moment. All she could do aside from gaze at the German in his sexy fascinating choice of attire was to wonder why…
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Post by "Unfettered" on Oct 25, 2010 22:48:56 GMT -8
Y'know What? Yes. Ja. The German's face had on the most neutral look to it, betraying nothing---his eye hidden in the shadow of his hat. Of course, here he was, sitting in front of a girl who...
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"Unfettered" had to...
..."You're taking zis very well," he'd reply very monotonically.
---He cracked a grin, unable to resist any further. Slowly pointing his black, leather gloved forefinger to her---and pushing it closer to Vespyr, he looked up to her, revealing a very, very amused "Unfettered.""Fraulein, you're bleeding."*Poke*
...Granted that Vespyr would let "ze German," he'd poke at her bottom lip, staining his glove.
The amused smile would only continue as, with "Unfettered's" left hand, he'd slowly take his forefingers to the tip of his hat to slowly crease it off. Twirling it with little effort, the hat (again, provided she'd let it) would end up on Vespyr's head, twirling it again, briefly covering his face.---
His eye was red. And the moment the hat was snug on her head, there was a strangely maniacal, toothy grin to the German.
"...Frauelein..." |
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