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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 6, 2012 14:40:53 GMT -8
The Passage "Unfettered" climbed through the doorway, closing it expertly behind him, as he walked into an undisclosed area. Thankfully, it seemed that everyone else was out at the moment, his track of the schedules... impeccable. It was dark, dry, but his eye seemed to adjust quickly enough for it. With knowing feet and arms, he made his way through the facility, arm stretched out with fingers dragging along the wall on his right, feet almost dancing. The German would find a kitchen counter... and sit on it. A small, brown box rested gingerly under his left arm. He transitioned the parcel onto his lap, where his feet dangled in the air... and he waited.
He hummed lightly in the darkness, where no one could see anyone...
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 6, 2012 14:53:18 GMT -8
You.
Footsteps tapped, echoing quietly for brief moments off the walls of a concrete cavern. The rhythmic sound was noticed and listened attentively to by someone else in the building, although the sound was merely an afterthought to the German’s presence; the man’s scent gave him away more than the sound of his feet did as it trailed through the darkness and reported dutifully to the keen nose of Vespyr. The girl, seated on the floor with her long legs crossed over one another, hunched toward the wall with a piece of charcoal in her hand. When she heard “Unfettered” sit down and start humming, the charcoal piece halted in its gliding path along the wall and Vespyr rose calmly to her feet. She stepped silently into the doorway and lingered there, a sharp emotionless gaze fixed on the German across the hall. To anyone else but him, such a stern visage would have been the cue to leave immediately. But for someone who knew her better...
Well, he could interpret it however he wished. He’d earned the right.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 6, 2012 15:06:22 GMT -8
Me. And like that, she appeared.
No matter where he was, the German's sense of hearing was impeccable, never failing. In good providence, he was able to listen in on conversations not meant for him, listen for potential ambushes. And even now... he could never tell when Vespyr was coming or going.
Through the absence of light, the German could make out the dim curvatures of Vespyr's slim figure. She stared at him in a way that would make most cringe, turn away, or, as a 259 standard, balk in stubbornness and puff up their chest in defiance.
"Unfettered" just smiled, appreciatively."Ich vasn't sure if du ver here." |
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 6, 2012 15:14:15 GMT -8
Yes, You.
“Looks like I am.”
Vespyr placed a hand on the inside of the doorframe and collapsed her arm slowly to lean into it. Her brow raised questioningly for a moment, and then her face was eerily expressionless again.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 6, 2012 15:23:20 GMT -8
Yes, Mich The German nodded, still smiling, lowering his eye to look at Vespyr."Komm zu mir," he requested briskly, pushing down with his thighs to slide off the counter."Ich have something for du." |
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 6, 2012 15:30:12 GMT -8
Oh, du.
Only one eyebrow raised; a different kind of question. It quickly passed. Vespyr languidly stepped forward and leaned with her dirty palms on the counter, seeming not to mind the charcoal and blood smears they would leave. A calm violet gaze would inquire of the German: oh?
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 6, 2012 15:38:11 GMT -8
For Du, Of Course The German either didn't notice the dirt and blood that seemed to trail from Vespyr's hands... or simply didn't care. In truth, neither were true---It was part of what he simply enjoyed about her. He stopped in front of her, handing over the parcel with both hands underneath it, starting his preamble."In ze earlier days when Ich had little control over my Qi... every day vas cold. It could be ze hottest summer day, yet all of ze cold flooded me from my very core.
"Ich have been thinking of du," he said, a sly look entering his eye, as he would press the package slowly and deliberately into her stomach, resting his knuckles there. He leaned back his shoulders, relaxing where he stood, considering her...
All Vespyr would need to do was pull on the little rope knot's stray string and the package would undo itself in front of her. |
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 6, 2012 15:45:55 GMT -8
Hmm.
Lower than average body temperature was something that Vespyr and the German had in common. It was a prelude, a lead-in; a hint if Vespyr were curious enough to wonder about it, which she wasn’t, not really. Only curious enough to give the string a mild tug, undoing the thing--whatever it was--into her messy hands. She glanced down.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Jul 6, 2012 16:10:30 GMT -8
Mmm. As Vespyr tugged on it, the parcel unfurled itself. It flowed out, into her hands, if she so wanted it. There she would see---"Ich used to wear a scarf a lot more. Especially post injury. Helped me retain heat."It was hard to say if the scarf was worn or not, as it was completely black, showing no signs of faded patterns. Clean, though easily dirtied in Vespyr's bloodied hands, but that was fine too."Du don't even generate heat, ja? Or if so... very little," he continued on."Zis thing... helped me through many days. Ich don't need it anymore, but maybe it could help du."Comfortable. Soft. Light. Easily warmed.
A scarf.
A creature comfort... for creatures like themselves. |
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Post by Vespyr on Jul 6, 2012 16:47:58 GMT -8
And What Strange Creatures They Are
Soft. Even through the black grit on her cold fingertips Vespyr could feel the smooth grain of the fabric slide comfortably across her hands in a most pleasing way. She unfolded it to its full length and ran her hand all the way down to the end, examining in silence. It was such a simple garment, but held so much potential. Vespyr would probably never have considered wearing one unless the German had pointed it out, and now that he had, the sheer simplicity of it struck her as almost comical. It was just a scarf. That was the nice thing about it. It was just a simple, pleasant thing.
Vespyr wrapped the scarf around her pale white neck, over the collar of her trench coat. She wrapped it around twice and there was still enough length left over to drape with finesse over her bony shoulders, two tails almost as long as the coat intself. How they would wisp and ripple behind her in cadence with the wind on a blustery day, she thought, and then promptly stopped thinking, because that was a silly thing to think about anyways. Still pretty cool, though. Or cozy, rather.
“Thanks,” she said, flicking her violet gaze back up to the German. Vespyr eyed him in her curious, silent way, and then stalked into the unlit kitchen to wash her hands.
Water and blood and char slipped betwixt her long fingers and circled, mingling ruddily, down the sink drain. She flicked the rest of the lukewarm water from her clean hands and then turned toward the freezer, narrowing her eyes at it purposefully like a sly pirate eyeing a treasure chest. A treasure chest stocked with raw meat.
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Post by "Unfettered" on Sept 9, 2012 2:14:17 GMT -8
...Its What's For Dinner "Unfettered" watched Vespyr put on the scarf around her. She seemingly admired them with unspoken poetic airs, that the German seemed to catch privy to under his gaze, his thoughts unerring, trying to look into hers. And as he did so, she looked back up to him with thanks.
He smiled."Nichts zu danken."He had come to not expect the hug that would not come. Instead, he watched her stalk back into the kitchen purposefully, and with little much else to do, he followed after her, his face somewhere between happily bemused and completely aloof. He stood at the mouth of the entrance, leaning his shoulder into its side, his bone stabbing into it. He continued to watch Vespyr... and as she slowly refocused herself towards the freezer.
As though on cue, just as he crossed his right foot over his left ankle, his stomach growled pathetically. He looked up at her, seeing if she'd look over at him."...
"Vell. Shall Ich get ze dining ware ready or are ve doing it by hand tonight?" |
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Post by Vespyr on Sept 15, 2012 21:11:24 GMT -8
Something Special
“Whatever suits you.”
Vespyr lingered in front of the freezer a few moments longer, running along a string of thoughts before stepping inside. She hadn’t eaten since yesterday, or maybe the day before, so carnivorous cravings were beginning to wax again. At the German’s suggestion, she wondered about the dining ware for a minute fraction of a second before indifferently dismissing the though; it really didn’t matter. The plates and silverware were hardly ever used. Vespyr didn’t even cook her food half the time, preferring most things in a certain state of ‘freshness’.
Pulling on the walk-in freezer’s massive door, Vespyr entered and perused to the shadows in the very back where most of the fresh meat sat in multiple shelves of plastic crates. Breathing slowly, the musty scent of frozen blood and frigid air seeped into her throat and awakened a pang of hunger. Her dark eyes panned across the shelf and halted over a particularly large thing wrapped in butcher paper.
“Go find some sticks, three-foot long or so. Six or seven sturdy ones.”
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