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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 24, 2008 8:22:37 GMT -5
She wiped the mud from her fingers in her skirt, so as not to make his ring dirty as she held out her hand for him to tip the little piece of jewellery into. Evelyn adored such things though unable to buy them for herself; maybe that was why she liked them? It was a luxury that she would never be able to afford, hence her enjoying studying other peoples rings.
The careful consideration on her face was priceless as she turned the ring over in her hands, bringing it up closer to had face to watch how the light played over the surface of the smooth, black stone set into it before slipping it onto her own slim finger. It was, of course, far too big her her and spun around so that the stone as facing the ground, but that just seemed to make her smile as she removed the ring once more to hold it out to him. "I like it, magic or not." She informed him, as if her judgment on his ring should actually affect him in some way.
"A landslide?" She was paying attention to what he was saying again now, head tilted to the side as she followed, bare feet pattering over the soft grass lightly. "Why? What did they do wrong? Have they upset you?" She quizzed, not seeming at all disturbed by the loss of innocent life. People weren't innocent, not in her opinion, and she had learnt that the hard way. People deserved whatever misery befell them. "Can I come with you and not get killed? I'll help if you want, but I don't really want to get drown."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 24, 2008 16:21:36 GMT -5
He smiled at her comments, accepting the ring to slide it back onto his finger and let his arm drop to his side again. "They haven't done anything to me directly. But they don't need to; I'm going to cause them harm first." he told her merrily, beginning to move away from the road now up the rocky mountainside, which was easy work for his well gripped boots.
"If you like, you can come with me a little while." he said this as though it were some kind of honour, and she should be proud to have been offered it (really she should just be happy he didn't pull another tantrum about it). "Even if it is only to stop yourself from drowning. And I always like to hear someone scream encouragement as the rocks fall. The stone demons like that." he grinned.
"Besides," he murmured after a while, "I won't get there until tomorrow morning. Perhaps you'll be some entertainment while the journey lasts." he shrugged, not seeming to elaborate further than that, leaving it to her to decide what kind of things he may be hinting at. Vyncent was like that - even if his actions were innocent, well, as innocent as they could get, he'd still let people believe the worst. Hell, he'd made a living out of letting people believe that.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 24, 2008 17:07:27 GMT -5
"So they are planning to do something to you?" She seemed to believe that someone had to do at least something to you before you could slaughter them, even if it was only a little something like looking at you in the wrong way or looking like they would look at you in the wrong way. Evelyn could at least say that she had some mortals, no matter how distorted or loosely stuck to they were she could tell the truth when she said that she had morals.
"Drowning sounds like no fun at all, I would rather encourage you to cause the landslide." She nodded to him as she moved to walk along next to him now she was certain he wouldn't try to hurt her...or hoped that he wouldn't try to hurt her anyway. He had agreed to let her go with him, so she doubted that he would turn around and attack her now.
"Entertainment?" She asked, quirking an eyebrow at him curiously. He wanted her to entertain him? Like...juggle or dance or something? Maybe he would ask her to shift, but she wouldn't be able to with that burn on her cheek. Bleh, she was stuck as a human until her cheek had healed.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 25, 2008 4:07:11 GMT -5
"They would if I let them." he shrugged to her as if that should have made sense, the sun playing off his hair now that they were in its direct light, heading quite steeply upwards now. Soon they'd have to start climbing, he figured. He seemed quite happy to let her believe he was doing this out of retaliation, but he wouldn't lie when she asked him things - not when the truth was so much more interesting than any lie could be.
Glancing back down the mountainside, the valley had unfolded before them, lush greenery only little ruffles from the height they were gaining. Little villages were dotted within the green, and the large expanse of water ofthe Great River was becoming visible too; stretching away as far as he could see.
"Yes. Entertainment." this could mean one of two things to him... either he just intended to keep her with him for the purpose of having someone to talk to but himself and Amor (for a while anyway) or he anticipated some kind of danger ahead, and perhaps her death would be somewhat entertaining to watch. Although pretty, all thoughts of seducing someone like her had gone from his mind; shifters were almost as fickle as demons, and this one seemed far too bi-polar to risk it. Yeah, he was being a hypocrite again.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 25, 2008 15:42:00 GMT -5
"Ahhhh." She nodded, as if she understood his motives for what he was plotting, even though she really had no idea why he wanted to do such a thing as slaughter a whole valley of probably innocent people. Her mind was unable to tell her that killing was sin, probably the worse sin that there was, hence her not trying to stop Vyncent of running off to tell the valley about what was about to happen.
The beauty of the scenery was lost on Evelyn as her currently empty eyes flickered out over the valley, the colours reflecting in her eyes seeming to intensify their colour. "We're getting high up now...I wish that I could shift." She sighed, seeming rather upset by the fact that the burn on her cheek was preventing her from changing her form. As she thought about this her hand rose to rub over her neck in an unconscious gesture, as if checking that the collar wasn't there any more; that was her nervous gesture, if you saw her hand by her neck you knew she was feeling uncomfortable.
"I'm not all that interesting." She informed him with a shrug of her shoulders, seeming unaffected by the change in the slope of the land, bare feet making her sure footed. "You'd want someone else to entertain you really..."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 25, 2008 17:22:12 GMT -5
"The day that a shape-shifter isn't interesting is a very sad day indeed." Vyncent muttered, mostly to himself as he climbed the first of the rocks, not seeming to hear the comment about them being high up. There wasn't much he was afraid of, and heights definitely weren't one of his fears. He glanced down at her then, eyes flitting over the burn on her cheek as if he'd only just noticed it.
"I see. A single wound and you can't shift." he murmured, the glint in his eyes saying he was storing away this piece of information, as it could prove to be valuable later. Reaching into his pocket, he drew from the depths a small glass container full of a balmy substance, which had a slightly minty fragrance to it.
"This should heal the burn." he tossed it down to her all too carelessly; he didn't burn himself often, being a fire demon, but the balm healed most wounds and ailments providing they were minor. He was prone to getting calloused and blistered hands from the overuse of his sword, and from the fire that was commonly blasted from his palms, so this proved useful.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 25, 2008 18:29:41 GMT -5
"A shape-shifter that can't shift is rather uninteresting though." She contrasted her statement against his, as if using that to tell him off for burning her too because that meant she couldn't shift. "You can't change something broken into something else, that just wouldn't work." She explained, as if that undetailed comment could enlighten him on the physical aspects and limitations of shifting, though she doubted that she could explain it any better than that. She understood what she was without having to be taught or think about such things, but explaining instinct to someone else was always hard wasn't it?
Her hand darted out to snatch the balm from the air as he tossed it back to her, catching it easily before attempting to remove the lid, only managing to complete this simple task after a minor and brief battle with the container that it was kept in. Once that meddlesome lid was off, she sniffed the balm experimentally before wrinkling her nose up ever so slightly, not seeming to appreciate the scent of it. "Does it sting?" She questioned as she dipped the tip of her finger into the balm to collect a small amount before carefully rubbing this over her cheek.
"Did you make this? Or did you steal it?" She seemed to be musing to herself about how he came by something like that. In her experience, things that came in tiny bottles were usually expensive, and the longer she spent with Vyncent the less convinced she was that he would actually pay for anything.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 26, 2008 4:28:51 GMT -5
"It stings if it's a deep cut, but otherwise no." he told her as he continued to climb, his figure lithe and all too used to the movement to even permit her with a glance downwards as he spoke. Upon reaching a small-ish ledge, he stopped to take a break, sitting upon the little cliff as though it were a throne, and leant back on his hands.
"I made it. After stealing the information on how I could from a healer. Before I cut out his tongue, of course." he shrugged; if there was one thing that Vyncent despised as much as the water it was healers. That only meant that he refused to learn the magic side of it, though; anything helpful healers created, any strange medicines that could aid him, he would automatically take for his own.
He smirked faintly as he watched her examine the container, noticing the glimmer that usually meant someone was guessing the price of something. "I don't steal everything, you know." he put in a little arrogantly, "It's just easier that way."
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 27, 2008 6:24:51 GMT -5
He was right, it did sting a little, but it was more of a light tingling feeling that was strange and really rather annoying, Evelyn having to try hard not to just rub it off her cheek and let it heal naturally. She screwed her cheek up, as if in an attempt to scratch it without actually touching it. She really hoped that feeling didn't last long; this better be worth it. Her burn had better heal within the hour or Evelyn would not be a very happy little shifter.
"How long will it take to heal now?" She questioned as she tossed the little bottle of the balm back up to him, moving to sit cross legged on the floor by his feet, much more used to sitting on the floor than on anything else; she had never been allowed on the furniture at her Master's house. She wasn't bothered about getting her skirt dirty too, and when you had taken to living in the forest then you got used to finding a seat no matter where you were.
"You made it? Was it hard?" The questions hardly seemed to stop with Evelyn, she was like a curious child at times. "I would have stolen it, things like this aren't worth all the coins." She shrugged to him before arching her eyebrow up at him. "So you aren't a noble then? You just dress like one?" He was in the forest and he stole, surely he couldn't be a real noble?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 27, 2008 6:48:36 GMT -5
"It usually takes about twenty minutes, but a little longer depending on how bad the wound is." he shrugged to himself, casting that crimson-eyed gaze out over the landscape as though he was trying to guess exactly where they were, looking usually alert compared to how he'd acted thus far. He brushed his hair out of his face with a sweep of his hand, the little ruby stud in his ear catching the sun like a drop of blood.
He seemed amused as her questions continued, sitting up a little to stare down at her. "It wasn't difficult once I knew how..." he explained, raising a deft hand to snatch the little container out of the air and slip it back into his pocket, "And I would have just stolen it, but now when I run out I can make more." he hid a yawn behind his hand, noticing the pattern of the sun and realising it must be pretty late afternoon by now.
"And I am a noble... of sorts." he muttered lightly, "Just not in the human sense of the word. I dress like one because I can... And these clothes are nicer than common ones." He added that last little bit to himself, tugging at the sleeve of his red coat.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 27, 2008 7:04:14 GMT -5
Twenty minutes? She could handle that. Well, she thought she could, Evelyn had never had a very accurate perception of time. She just went by where the sun was in the sky so she could work out what time of day it was, approximately. Sun up equaled morning, sun in the middle of the sky was afternoon and no sun meant it was night, clever huh?
"You get hurt?" She actually found that pretty hard to believe that anyone could get close enough to hurt him with his fire and his sword and everything. Her confusion at the thought of someone being able to hurt him was evident in her gleaming green eyes as she peered up at him from where she was sat, head tilted to one side a little. "Does that mean you bleed like everyone else?" Random question, but Evelyn only seemed to be able to trust someone when she had seen them bleed, as if the knowledge that someone was able to bleed was comforting to her.
"Demony nobility?" She asked before looking down at her clothes, plucking at her skirt before smoothing out her light orange coloured vest top. "There is nothing wrong with my clothes...they're a little dirty and ripped but they're as good as any other clothes..." She shrugged, as if such things didn't bother her. Her clothes kept her warm and covered her up, like they were supposed to...what else did she want? PLUS! Her skirt had those pretty little bells on which she loved!
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 27, 2008 7:16:19 GMT -5
"Of course I can get hurt." he seemed puzzled that she hadn't realised, holding her curious stare with nothing more than mild confusion, kicking his boots back lazily against the stone. "And I bleed. Nobody has made me bleed but me in a while now, but of course I can bleed." Yes, Vyncent did have weaknesses, both mental and physical, but he wasn't about to tell her just what made him the most vulnerable right now was he?
"Demon nobility." he nodded once, quite proud of this little fact; most demons worked hard to become a High Demon, whereas he hadn't even wanted the opportunity and had it thrown at him. However, he'd probably still be as happy as just a normal demon, but this little extra just added to his reputation... the reputation which seemed to have slipped obliviously over the shifter.
Ah, nevermind. It had turned out better because she hadn't recognised him - he had someone to talk to for a while now, at least. Travelling alone was too cliche, and really boring to be honest. "I'm not saying there's anything wrong with your clothes, I'm just saying I could get you nicer ones." he grinned mischeviously.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 27, 2008 7:29:12 GMT -5
"Show me?" She asked, "Just a little cut, and you can fix it easy with your magic healing balm." She nodded, brushing her hair back out of her face, a fleeting look of annoyance in her eyes as she moved it, as if contemplating tying it back, before her attention was back on Vyncent. She didn't want to see him bleed much, not right now anyway, right now she was actually enjoying the company, but she wanted to see him bleed just a little bit. Blood would mean he was real and he was alive... and she could hurt him if she needed to.
"You would buy me clothes?" She asked, seeming bemused as to why he would waste his money on her. "Really? Why?" She was unable to understand why he would do such a thing as buy her new clothes, especially when she would just wreck them within a week and they would no longer be nice and new. Vyncent really did confuse her sometimes.
She was playing with one of the little golden bells on the bottom of her dress as she spoke, rolling it between her fingers, listening to it tinkle slightly with the movement, her gaze dropping down to watch the light playing over the bell's shiny surface. There, he had lost her attention for a while now, she was preoccupied with the bells and waiting for her cheek to heal.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 27, 2008 8:42:44 GMT -5
"Why should I show you my blood?" he frowned lightly, not really seeming to know where she was going with this. Blood was an important thing, it could be used for summoning, evocation, among other things. Were her motives more defined than she'd let on? Did she really know who he was, and was actually just trying to kill... no, that was stupid. He shook away his thoughts; look, the little bells on the end of her skirt had already caught her interest. He'd had only himself to talk to for too long, he decided, and he was getting paranoid.
Smirking at his own absurdity, he realised she'd asked him yet another question. "I'd buy you clothes so that you'd look nice," he laughed, as though that should have been obvious, "If we were anywhere other than here I would have already bought you some; nobody tags along with me not looking their best. Appearance is everything... actually, no. Power is everything. But appearance helps." he nodded in conclusion.
"Why would you want to see me bleed anyway?" he asked, the narrowing of his eyes betraying his suspicion, even though his voice remained quite casual.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jan 27, 2008 9:07:06 GMT -5
Her gaze flickered back up to him as she realised that he had started speaking to her once again, seeming totally and utterly innocent as she listened to him, noting the suspicious look in his eyes. Why would he be so suspicious? What was so strange about asking to see his blood? Other than it being a really macabre thing to ask that no-one but Evelyn would ever even thing of asking.
"What...I don't look nice? I like my skirt." She pouted a little as she watching him, folding her arms over her chest. "I'm not a doll..." She added with a huff. Her Master had always fussed over what she wore and keeping her clean, which made her suddenly suspicious of Vyncent, watching him carefully, her fingertips touching to her neck again. If he tried to put a collar on her she would kill him too.
"Your blood? To prove you're real." She nodded to him, as if he should have realised that. "To prove that you're alive and that if anything ever happens you can be hurt...because being hurt lets you know you're alive." She explained as best she could, hoping he would understand her. "And I'll know your smell then."
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