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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 19, 2008 18:25:16 GMT -5
He was confused as she began to talk, the thoughts taking a moment to actually penetrate into his mind and make sense, the words coming in all jumbled together like a puzzle that made his head hurt. Ugh, talking, listening, it all hurt. He gazed at her dazedly as he waited for the words to untangle themselves, before sighing heavily and lifting a pale and trembling hand to lift it to his burning, damp forehead. "A... a week and a half?" he tried, his voice coming out in less than a whisper. "That's how long... ugh." he moaned, rubbing his eyes. His movements were sluggish and all too slow for his liking; his mind was just beginning to wake back up, but the thoughts were rather manic from his fever.
"I feel like I've been burned from the inside out and back." he mumbled softly, "But better than before." he didn't care that he was actually talking to her as a person for once - his entire persona had had its walls ripped down to nothing through that supposedly endless nightmare, and he was just now starting to get over it, to become himself again. "You missed me? You silly shifter." he smirked ever so faintly. There, the first Vyncent-like thing he'd said so far. He was on the mend, there was the proof! But he looked confused again when she mentioned him talking, closing his eyes for a second to recollect himself.
"That actually happened? Oh, great... that was terrifying. I'm going to have nightmares about my nightmares." he muttered, not afraid to admit that in front of her. She was Evelyn, Evelyn who accepted anything he said, who asked useless questions but kept him amused, who could kill with the best yet with the innocence of a child. He nodded gently at her last question; he could practically feel his body waking up, already fending off the fever that consumed him. It was on a roll, he would have to thank it later... what? Oh, perhaps he was still a little delerious.
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Post by Evelyn Paynter on Feb 20, 2008 10:33:44 GMT -5
Everything about the shifter seemed to brighten almost instantly as he started talking to her and moving a little. He was actually awake, the worry that had been hanging around her like a dark cloud for the past week and a half lifting to let in the everlasting sun that seemed to shine in Evelyn's head. A smile touched to her features, the life returning to her emerald eyes, chasing away the lingering sleep that they had held before. What was there to worry about now Vyncent was back? He took care of everything and she could go back to being the one that was looked after, not the one that ended up doing the looking after. Psht, at least he would know what to do about the inn keeper and could check her neck and decide what they we doing next, right? Well, maybe after his mind had cleared anyway.
"You had a really bad fever, even sat down here I could feel the heat coming off you, I was scared that you would burst into flames or something." She told him with a small pout, seeming to be studying his face carefully, as if searching for any sings that he would soon be slipping into his unconscious state again and leaving her in this dark room once again; and no, she doubted that she would be able to deal with such isolation again. "Not silly at all, I thought you were going to die, you kept looking like you were going to die...and you even stopped breathing a few times too." She informed him with a small nod of her head, as if in an attempt to justify her worry, not that she really had to justify herself to a weak and delusional Vyncent now did she?
"I tried to wake you up when it started but it just didn't work. It looks like we're both stuck with nightmares about our nightmares." She nodded to him, folding her arms over the small space of mattress in front of her so that she could rest her chin on them comfortably. "Want me to get you a cool, damp cloth? You still look like you are burning up...it might make you feel better and help yo wake you up..." She suggested, her eyes flitting over to a wide, white basin of cold water which was set on top of the chest of draws, dotted with Evelyn's bloody finger prints from when she had been cleaning her neck, sodden and red stripes of cloth dangling over the edge of it. She hadn't even thought to clean it, what was the point when she would just get more blood everywhere when she cleaned her neck again?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 20, 2008 11:42:47 GMT -5
He listened patiently as she explained what had been happening to him - she made it sound bad, but he could say from experience that going through it was just as awful as having to watch it. He managed a sarcastic chuckle, dropping his hand from his face to let it flop back to the covers. "A fire demon with a fever so hot he could burst into flames and die... now I've been through everything." he laughed softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. Yes, he certainly seemed in a bright (if not tired) mood after realising he had survived the poison, his strength ebbing back minute by minute. He would be able to move soon; this was one of the greatest things about being a demon. It didn't take long to do anything.
"I thought I had died and gone to a place worse than hell, if it's any consolation. I'm very, very surprised to be back here." he laughed again. Well, someone was in high spirits, the demon sitting up a little and resting his head back against the wall, which was a lot cooler than his pillow, he was happy to say. "And if I stopped breathing then it must have been some god awful poison. But I told you I'd fight it, you didn't need to worry." he assured her... yeah, like that would help now. Vyncent actually seemed awake by this point, his eyes alert and, thankfully, back to their bright crimson colour, glinting like ruby gems in the darkness. He glanced down at his hands, which were nolonger scorched and marked with cuts of any kind. A week and a half was more than enough time for his body to use some energy to heal his external injuries, after all.
"Damp cloth would be perfect." he nodded at her, cracking his knuckles when he was sure his hands were healed and stretching, checking everything was in good working order. He still moved pretty slowly, at a 'mortal' speed, as he would say. But that wouldn't last long, as long as he had enough energy to put the illusion spell back up they'd be fine... then came the fun bit. Inside, the demon was burning with an anger hotter even than the fire that he thought had consumed him, but he wasn't going to let that out yet. No no, he wasn't even going to let that show, it was too valuable. His body and mind weren't the only things that were waking up; his pride was on its way back too. "How's your neck?"
((I'm joining the midget writing club too. ^^))
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 20, 2008 16:25:27 GMT -5
(Whoot midget writing club! We need more members!)
She smiled to him lightly, more than just a little relieved that he was feeling better, and she could even see the true Vyncent clawing his way back to the surface again. There, she could see that everything would be fine now, everything was back on track and if she knew anything about Vyncent then she knew that he would already be plotting his violent and painful revenge against the nobles that had done this to them. She hoped that he would be creative as well, hoping that his twisted mind would be able to come up with a fitting punishment for them to inflict upon the nobles. Psht, they would wish that they had never even uttered their names, and none of their wealth or education would be able to save them from the destruction that was about to come. Their days were numbered, and they really should be living in fear of whatever Vyncent decided to do to them.
She nodded to him and moved to rise to her feet, stretching out her stiff muscles in a rather feline manner, arms up above her head to rid them of their sleepiness as she yawned widely before padding over to the bowl of water, surprisingly clean water. She selected the cleanest of the cloths before wetting it, wringing the excess water from the material before she moved back to sit down by the bed again, holding out the cool and damp cloth for him to take. She hoped that would be enough to help him because she had no idea what else she could do for him. She suspected a hug might just help him, why else would mortals walk about doing that to each other? But she wasn't about to give him one of those, ugh no, only if she was absolutely certain that he would die a horrible and painful death would she even consider actions such as hugs.
"It still hurts, but I hurt slow." She pouted as she carefully lifted her chin so that he could see the dark bruise and the angry looking cuts, though the wound did seem clean enough. Her neck was still very tender, the swelling having gone down but it still hurt when she moved her head, and sleeping laid down hurt too so she had taken to sleeping curled up next to his bed. "I tried to keep it clean, but it hurts to touch it...and I daren't look in the mirror because I don't want to see how bad and ugly it is."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 20, 2008 16:46:22 GMT -5
Yes, those nobles really didn't know what was coming their way. But neither did Vyncent; all he had made it clear to himself was that it would be fun to perform, very very bloody, and oh-so-slow. And he would laugh so much it would hurt, and he wouldn't be able to breathe. And then he MIGHT just decide to kill them. But whether he did or whether he didn't, he was going to laugh some more anyway. Ohh, he was looking forward to it just thinking about it, that manic little glint in his still tired, but now only half delerious eyes. He nodded and accepted the damp cloth, sighing as he ran it over his burning forehead and closed his eyes for a while, just sitting there still with the fabric pressed against his forehead. He looked almost human then, his pale chest seeming to glow through the darkness and his silvery hair falling over his shoulders.
"It looks like you're wearing a collar of bruises." he told her eventually in reply to her comment about her neck, a light smirk on his face. You couldn't blame him for that little bit of amusement, having suffered nothing but pain for the last tortured week. That she had earned a collar by him removing a collar was just the irony he needed to cheer him up until he was feeling like himself again. "It doesn't suit you at all. You shouldn't wear necklaces." he mumbled as though she might want that little bit of information - well, he was only JUST getting better, he was entitled to his moments of delusion until he was on his feet again. "I'll see what I can do later, if I can get up." he murmured, not wanting her to die from an infection after all that. No, he would not be pleased with that at all.
Because of course, Evelyn was his now, in his mind. He had claimed guardianship over her much in the way she had ownership over him from their deal. He had put so much effort, risked his sanity and very nearly died trying to save her, so the only way she would ever die now would be by either unplanned natural causes, an accident or by his own hand. Nobody, NOBODY was going to touch that shifter so long as he was breathing. There was nothing sentimental about it (apart from the undeniable fact that he liked her and she was entertaining to be around), but he was not going to have wasted his energy for her to go and die like some mortal. Oh no, he was in too deep now to let that happen. His eyes eased open, lingering on her neck for a few moments... And there was that other reason. His blood was in her now, through those cuts. His tainted, evil, demon blood. Hmm.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 20, 2008 17:30:24 GMT -5
She huffed and growled at him lightly as he compared the bruises to another of those terrible collars, snapping her teeth at him in one of her animalistic gestures that suggested that she had spent far too much time on her own as an animal and was starting to loose her touch with humanity, though she doubted that Vynce would be neither surprised nor effected by this little fact. Evelyn was just Evelyn, you couldn't compare her to anything else. "It's not a collar, don't be so mean. I looked after you." She pouted at him, flicking her hair back over her shoulder, turning her gaze down to try and look at her neck, though she just ended up peering down her shirt. Stupid neck being out of her line of sight. Psht, she didn't want to see it anyway. "I hate necklaces, so I wouldn't want to wear one." She told him haughtily, poking her tongue out at him childishly.
Evelyn wouldn't mind knowing that, in his head, she belonged to him, not really anyway just as long as he didn't plan on starting to think of her as some sort of slave. No, she wouldn't have that, she would rather run away from him or even fight with him so that he didn't view her in such a way. Vyncent was the only person that had ever really bothered to befriend her, (and yes she now viewed the High Demon as her one and only friend), and she would stick with him forever for that. He had earned her loyalty and respect, on more than one occasion and she didn't plan on letting him down by doing something truly idiotic like getting herself killed or any other such ridiculous things.
"It won't heal for months, I heal sloooooow." She sighed heavily, looking rather bored as she looked down at the ground, running her fingers through her hair before gently touching her fingertips to her neck, wincing at the feathery soft touch. "I think it's because I'm a shifter...but I don't know...I've never met anyone else like me so I just sorta...make it up about what I can do." She shrugged, as if that made sense; if you didn't know something then use what you could work out and just make it up, it was better than just not knowing wasn't it?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 21, 2008 16:10:24 GMT -5
"I know, I know. I'm sorry, alright?" he smirked faintly at her comment about the collar, moving the cool cloth from his face and sighing, closing his eyes for a moment. He was really alive, this was much more than he had expected. Being in that horrible nightmare was like dying but not being able to die... this must have been why. Bleh. "Well I have all of the money (unless you've spent it all," he reminded her, "And so unless I bought you a necklace you wouldn't have to wear one. And like I said, you shouldn't. So there'd be no need to get you one." he shrugged, hiding a yawn behind his hand and blinking again through the darkness. He would need to move soon... ohh, how fun was that going to be?
He couldn't think of her as some form of slave, what would be the point? He only needed to ask her and she would most likely do it for him anyway, he wasn't an idiot. He didn't think of her as his inferior anyway; inferiors didn't save his life, for one thing. And he certainly didn't risk his own for them, so her being anything less than his equal was completely out of the question. "Why haven't you met any others like you?" he asked quietly, drawn from his train of thought, "Weren't either of your parents shifters?" Yes, he had known she was a slave, but nothing about her heritage. And if she was going to talk, well, he was going to ask questions. Simple as that.
"And you should get some sleep soon, you look like you haven't been getting much." he advised a little more softly, sitting up a bit more so he could cross his legs and sit properly on the bed, even though it made him a little dizzy at first. He rested his hand against the wall to stop himself swaying, scowling determinedly. He wasn't going back to sleep now, he had too much to do. There was no time for un-necessary recuperation, if he was well enough to walk, he was well enough to do everything else too. Like put up the illusion spell. And eat. Yes, eating would definitely be on the list of things to do. Ugh, a week and a half! That was too long for him to be out of commission.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 22, 2008 11:18:56 GMT -5
She huffed at him a little, folding her arms over the mattress as she rested her head on them, yawning widely. "I wouldn't wear a necklace even if you got me one." She pouted a little as she looked up at him, watching him as he shifted, arching an eyebrow as she watched him sway, as if expecting him just to topple over again. "I didn't spend all your money...but I think the inn keeper tricked me...because I'm not good at counting or good with money." She told him, seeming a little confused. "So you might want to check how much you have left and demand a free meal or something, because he cheated and that isn't very nice." She mumbled rather sleepily, as if taking him telling her that she should sleep as permission to just fall to sleep while they were talking.
"No, not ever." She mumbled to him, eyes half closed. He was lucky that she was half asleep really because under any other circumstances she would have thrown a tantrum at him daring to even ask such a thing of her, but right now she was too worn out to notice that she should be annoyed with him for being nosy. "I don't remember them, they sold me when I was only little. I remember bits about what my home looked like and traveling a long way to get here...but I can't remember anything about them. I don't know, maybe I blocked them out?" She suggested as her eyes actually fell closed, breathing softening. "I don't care. If I meet them I will tear them to shreds." She growled sleepily, though it wasn't really threatening when she was half asleep, more cute really.
"If I sleep you won't leave me, right? Not even wandering off for a walk because if I wake up and you're gone I'll panic." She mumbled to him, her words getting slower, the girl seeming to forget to hide certain things when she was in this state of mind. If you got Evelyn talking when she was half asleep she would probably tell you anything and you would know that what she was saying was the truth because she didn't have the energy to lie.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 22, 2008 15:26:13 GMT -5
"I will have to argue with him if I find out he has overcharged you." Vyncent nodded lightly, making a mental note to ask the innkeeper when he decided to take the illusion spell down for a moment. That should scare him enough to give them discount for the rest of their stay, he figured. He glanced down at her with a lifted brow as she started to fall asleep, smirking lightly. "You wouldn't even ask why they sold you before you tore them into tiny little pieces of human?" he asked softly, not really minding if she didn't answer this time - if she was asleep, he could concentrate more easily, he didn't have as much of a chance of being distracted by one of her questions. Ah, this was good. He was actually sitting up, and he didn't feel like crap. Step one was complete!
"I'll be out for a little while to get myself sorted, but I'll be back before you wake up." he assured her, pushing a hand through his hair and sighing through the darkness. How long would it stay dark, he wondered. He had no idea of when he'd woken up, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to bother the innkeeper with his needs. What did that keeper think he was, patient? Psht. Idiot. He watched her for a few moments just for the sake of it; his eye-sight was pretty good in the dark, and he didn't want to wake her back up just before she'd fallen asleep, so he didn't move for a few minutes. Then, slowly he slipped from the bed, his hand still firmly against the wall should he fall, which was very likely.
His legs were shaky and he felt altogether like jelly, but somehow he remained standing. Bleh, this was just getting used to being on his feet again. After over a week, it wasn't surprising that he was going to be a little unsteady. Bloody stupid poison. Freaking nobles!
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 22, 2008 16:11:11 GMT -5
"No matter why they did it..." She muttered, sighing lightly as she remained where she was, half sat on the floor with her upper body laid on his bed, seeming comfortable enough in her comfortable and awkward position. "...they did it...all that matters....rip them into tiny human shreds." And she looked oh so innocent when she said that it was rather disturbing really, not even a hint of anger in her voice, just those sleepy and rather innocently mumblings of a disturbed mind. Poor Evelyn, she had the mentality of a child most of the time and murdered like a monster, quite a contradiction really wasn't she? She was just a living jumble of personalities and emotions, certain parts of her suppressed so much that they manifested themselves in different ways.
He didn't need to worry about waking her...because she was fast sleep now, breathing lightly, eyes fully closed, probably dead to the world for at least a few hours, long enough for Vyncent to go and do whatever he needed to do and be back there before she woke up, because if he wasn't there when she woke up then the consequences wouldn't be too great.
(TIMESKIPEBIACH??!?!!?)
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 22, 2008 16:31:43 GMT -5
((YARRRRRR!))
It was early afternoon when Vyncent finally began to feel like himself again, standing by the windows of their little room with his hands clasped behind his back, looking down on the town like its own personal dictator. In the last few hours he'd washed, had his clothes washed, eaten enough food to probably feed an entire family, and had the maids clean the room. The window was open currently, letting a warm and pleasant breeze into the room to fill it with clean air. It really was a nice day today, Vyncent thought... must be because I'm still here to see it. He'd moved Evelyn from her post against his bed to the floor when the maids had come in, throwing her blanket over her so she was at least covered up and slightly comfortable.
Everything seemed brighter to him at the moment - perhaps it was because he hadn't seen much colour in a while, or maybe he was just in a genuinely positive mood right now. But the crimson of his coat seemed deeper today, Evelyn's fiery hair was that much more radiant, the blue of the sky was so deep he could get lost in it. Part of him was disgusted by this train of thought; he was acting like a mortal! But the other part couldn't care less - let him enjoy what he had almost lost, at least for a little while. That wasn't so much to ask, was it? He turned around from where he was standing now to check on the shifter again, narrowing his eyes a little in curiosity. Had she really spent so much time awake to take care of him? She really looked exhausted.
He moved over to lean on his bed and look down at her, straightening the cuff on his coat and glancing at Amor to check if she was still there. That innkeeper was scared out of his mind now, he thought to himself. He'd let the illusion spell drop just long enough for him to recognise the infamous sword the demon carried, before raising it again. He may still think it a trick of the mind, but Vyncent knew it would plague him for a long while. Pfft, his fault for overcharging Evelyn. He was going to have to teach her to count... and read, and write. God.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 22, 2008 18:15:14 GMT -5
It was alright that he had moved her, mainly because Evelyn would think that she had just moving in her sleep and fallen from the bed and that he had put the blanket over her to make sure that she didn't wake up complaining about being cold. At least he hadn't risked picking her up and putting her on the bed, when she would know that he had touched her and there was always the problem that she had with thinking that she would get swallowed up by real mattresses as they were so soft. He had made the right decision by leaving her on the floor, where she had always seemed the happiest, tangled in the blanket he had given her from the wriggling about she always ended up doing while she was dreaming.
It was evident that she was starting to wake, her eyes moving behind their lids as she moved to stretch out, arching her back from the ground as if she were feeling still from sleeping for so long on such a hard surface. She yawned widely, eyes fluttering open to gaze up at Vyncent blearily, obviously not realizing it was him until she had blinked a few times to clear her vision. She smiled to him absently once she realized who he was, rubbing at her eyes. "Morning...or whatever time it is...did I sleep too long?" She asked, guessing that he had been watching her because she had been sleeping for far too long and that was why he had been watching her, waiting for her to get up.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 23, 2008 9:27:42 GMT -5
"No, it's only been a few hours." Vyncent shook his head, smirking a little when she finally began to wake up. He was used to being on his own, so her conscious absence hadn't bothered him that much... but slowly he was getting used to her actually being there, so that probably wouldn't last long anymore. He actually looked like Vyncent again now at least, that familiar little sparkle in the demon's eyes saying that they wouldn't be staying in this inn for much longer... oh no, they were going to murder some nobles. Poison them, would they? They were going to wish they had never even thought their names. "Tell me Evelyn... do the people of this town... do the nobles think we're dead?" he asked curiously.
He needed to visualise just how surprised the nobles would be when they realised that he and Evelyn were still wandering around somewhere; it made his day just thinking about it. "Have anymore wanted posters come out, have you heard?" he asked - this was the downside of being unconscious for the most important week and a half after a killing spree. This was when all of the interesting stuff happened, which told him where he'd be going next, if anywhere. He shuffled back from the bed to reach over to the large basin of water, which now smelled vaguely like mint where the demon had added his healing balm to it. "Here, dab this on your neck - it should make it feel better at the least." he told her, dipping a clean strip of cloth in the water and rinsing it out, holding it down to her.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Feb 23, 2008 9:49:30 GMT -5
A few hours? That little time? She felt like she had slept for days; maybe that was how deeply she had been sleeping. She hadn't even realized that she was that tired, maybe worrying about Vyncent had worn her out? Oh well, there was no need to worry about him now was there? She could see that he was feeling much better, and his usual demony sparkle was back in his eyes. Damn demon recovered so quickly, why could she never heal that quickly? Silly, slowly healing, shifter body, she hated being hurt this much and not being able to shift, not being able to shift was like she had a limb missing or something. She blinked as he spoke to her, as if returning from her thoughts to answer his question. "They think that we left town and went into the mountains, they think that I've died from the poison and that you are probably dead too, they are searching for our bodies now." She explained with a small grin, as if she found that rather amusing. They were so confident in their little poison that they thought that it would have killed even Vyncent. Psht, silly them.
"They have sent out a few more posters, and they have a picture of me now, but the posters advise that people should be looking for out bodies or that we will be in a greatly weakened state." She nodded to him, having been listening to conversation in other rooms and down in the tavern below them. "Apparently my picture is very pretty, but I've not seen it yet, I bet they're lying." She pouted as she sat up, running her fingers through her hair, keeping her head still because her neck was hurting her again. She reached out and took the cloth from him, careful not to end up touching him. "It smells odd...like that healing stuff you have..." She commented as she lifted her chin slightly to carefully dab at her neck with the cloth, the healing balm in the water making her neck tingle.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Feb 24, 2008 11:22:43 GMT -5
"That's because there's healing stuff in it." Vyncent explained in an off-hand manner, his thoughts instantly turning to everything she'd told him - the mortals thought they were dead? Well, that just made things interesting, didn't it? Him, DEAD? Were they insane, or just stupid? He half expected a little bit of both, smiling lightly to himself and then glancing back down at her, settling back comfortably on his bed. "I think they're going to be just a little bit surprised when they find out we're very far from being dead." he commented softly, folding his arms across his chest and scowling as he began to think, eyes calculating. They could work this to their advantage, surely... they were looking for bodies now, they were really convinced they'd managed to destroy Evelyn and him both.
...Idiots. He dragged himself out of these thoughts eventually, stretching languidly and sitting up again. "Your neck feel any better from that?" he asked, swinging his legs over the side of the bed and cracking his knuckles. "It should heal faster now, I think. Then we can leave sooner." he was talking mostly to himself, glancing at the sunny day outside of the window and listening to the drone of people as they walked around beneath the building. They had no idea either, what was coming. Though he couldn't help but wonder what kind of repair they had tried to make on the town hall. Pfft, like you could repair any damage that Vyncent did, he always seemed to leave a scar on the things he destroyed. They'd never be the same afterwards.
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