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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jul 6, 2009 17:13:49 GMT -5
"A calling card. Never thought about it like that. I'd kind of prefer a burning Ace of Hearts, but you can't have everything, eh?" he was smiling but the tone of his voice said that having everything was very, VERY possible, and that one day he'd be the one with it all. He nodded simply at her question. "More than a demon, yes. I'm a High Demon, I have been one for some time now. Can't pin-point exactly when it happened, though." he chuckled quietly to himself. "Probably about the time I liberated Amor from those slaves of the Cult." he tugged the black bladed rapier half out of her sheath for a moment, staring down at it with what was close to pride before replacing it again. He said nothing more about that though, heading straight across the wide cliff and hopping over tufts of grass without needing to incinerate them. Nobody remembered the Cult, after all. Best not to bring it up, he might laugh himself to death.
"When you're angry...?" he repeated her, pausing at the end of the wide cliff once he'd reached it, the city much closer now, Vyncent staring down at it with a gaze that almost seemed to gleam with ownership, as if the city was his to play with. "That's the key to it, yeah." he glanced back to look at her, "At the beginning anyway." he shrugged, narrowing his eyes ever so slightly as though thinking to himself about what she said before he eventually shook his head. From his experience with the half-demons that he'd come across, particularly with the elements, they were either weak and feeble and deserving of a swift demise, or they were talented. "Nah." he told her eventually, turning around to face her, "It's either all or nothing. If you can make the fire, then you've got it all." he told her simply. "See, watch."
Without a word he reached out to take both of her hands and put them together, as if she was praying, before cupping his hands over hers and looking, for the first time, as though he had to concentrate. His hands were remarkably cool considering the fire that coarsed through his veins, but of course you had to give some kind of a barrier to it, didn't you? "It's just a matter of control." he muttered, scowling faintly, his eyes suddenly flashing in the light. It would feel as though a red-hot spark had shot through her arms and up her fingertips, before suddenly a burst of cherry red flames roared up around their hands, flickering pleasantly and not fading or faltering in the slightest. Vyncent had the fire curl through the air for a few seconds, a lick of it stroking Etoile's cheek, before he had it die down again, and he let her go.
"Once you've got control, it will listen." he murmured simply.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jul 6, 2009 17:54:31 GMT -5
"A High Demon? Pardon me for my ignorance, but what is the difference? Other than being more powerful, I am taking the liberty of guessing that you are more powerful than most." She questioned him, hoping that feeding his ego would make him more likely to answer her. It was already evident that he enjoyed showing off, not that it wasn't understandable. He had just destroyed a whole nunnery without breaking a sweat, someone that could do that had the right to be arrogantly confident. Anyone that dared to question him would be silenced in a heart beat. In fact, Etoile wouldn't mind someone crossing Vyncent, just to see how he would react; his revenge was sure to be swift and...interesting to say the least. Etoile tilted her head to the side as he took her hands in his, wondering what he was doing. His cool touch made her shiver a little before the heat shot town her arms, making her fingertips tingle. It wasn't a totally unpleasant feeling, she rather liked the warmth actually. Etoile had never been a fan of the cold, and with what she had found out today it was pretty obvious why she always got ill when she was too cold. She smiled as the flames burst into life, casting a red glow over her pale features, making the blood on her face look like a patch of black. She seemed entranced as she watched the tongues of fire flicker and dance, a patch of warmth left on her skin where the fire had touched her cheek. She looked disappointed as he left the fire die down, examining her hands again for a second ebfore looking up at him. "How did you do that? What's the key? How do I learn to control it?" She stopped herself before all of the questions that were fluttering about in her head came tumbling out, taking a moment to compose herself before smiling sweetly as she looked up at him. "You seem to know about this, but what else could be expected from a High Demon? Would you teach me? I promise that I won't be any bother, I will be on my best behaviour." She nodded to him, trying her best not to sound too eager. "I am sure that a demon as talented as yourself would have no problems showing me a few tricks."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jul 7, 2009 6:25:27 GMT -5
"Power, influence, the ability to actually make other demons listen to you... that's the difference." he shrugged to her, frowning a little as he tried to put the status of a High Demon into words. "Think of it like... they are the equivalent to the upper class nobles of your society. Your Lords and Dukes, for instance." he nodded, seeming happy with that. In Vyncent's eyes there didn't seem to be very much of a difference between the two, High Demons were just super-charged versions of their weaker comerades. Either way, he wasn't going to complain about it, being a High Demon meant his reputation preceded him, something that was always handy for a person like Vyncent. He was looking back at the city of Falaise now, trying to find the best route down to it, eventually settling on a set of crude stone steps at the side of the wide ledge, meandering off down them with his hand on the hilt of his sword.
He glanced over his shoulder with amusement in his eyes at her bombardment of questions, although he was bordering on surprised as she asked if he would teach her. Teach her? Vyncent wasn't a patient teacher at the best of times, but why would he take it upon himself to help the half-demon daughter of a man he hated? He was about to tell her that all the garish flattery in the world wouldn't compel him to help her with anything, when the spark of an idea shot through his mind like a lightning bolt, and he paused, still halfway to speaking. Oooooooh, Altair would HATE him for it. Vyncent didn't know from personal experience, but he got the impression that, whether absent parents or devoted mothers and fathers, demons had a... possessive kind of nature towards their offspring. Like they were property, or something similar.
Vyncent deciding to teach Altair's half-demon child would be the ultimate insult. It would drive the demon crazy, he was certain of it. Now Vyncent might not be good-hearted, a patient teacher or kind-souled by any means, but he was intelligent, manipulative and plain bloody-minded. Add this to his rather eccentric demeanour (however much of a guise it may be) and you have a demon that is all too willing to put copious amounts of time, money and effort into something just to get under the skin of his adversary. A rather cunning look had entered his eyes, and that debonair smirk was on his face as he turned to face her, still walking backwards down the stone steps. "Ma chère, by the time I am finished teaching you you'll know a lot more than just 'a few tricks', mark my words." he winked, before turning with a flair and leading them onwards once more.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jul 7, 2009 8:05:20 GMT -5
Hearing that he was the equivilent to demon nobility wasn't a great surprise to Etoile, if asked she would have placed him amongst the higher classes anyway. He had the air of someone important, from the way that he looked to the way that he spoke, it was clear that he expected people to listen to him. She also guessed that him being a High Demon was why he could call out her fire, if he could make other demons listen to him making her fire listen to him must have been simple. She was looking thoughtful again as she lingered at the top of the steps, her golden eyes seeming to glitter as they swept over the sprawling city below. She couldn't wait to get down there and get back into the swing of real life.
The silence that followed her request was unnerving. A simple 'no, go away' would have sufficed if he didn't want to help her, it wasn't as though she would stamp her foot and demand. She had half been expecting him to laugh at her anyway, though, the look on his face as he turned around was a little worrying. She had to stop dead so that she didn't bump into him, the fact that she was a few steps behind him meaning that they were practially the same height. If only she could read minds, then she would know what wicked plan was going through his mind. He was definatly planning something, the glitter in his eyes told her that, but she didn't know him well enough to even attempt a wild guess at what exactly he was planning.
A little of her worry ebbed away as he finally gave her an answer, her eyes lighting up as he agreed to teach her. "Merci beaucoup, Vyncent." She was practically skipping down the steps now. Today had been her lucky day, hadn't it? She had been freed, she was getting new clothing, she had found out what she was and she had a teacher. She didn't care what his motives were behind teaching her, as long as she benifitted from his plan she didn't mind one little bit.
"Your sword..." She murmured, backtracking now. At the time there had been too much on her mind to ask about it, but now seemed a good time to go back to it. "I have never seen a black blade before...well...I've not seen many weapons before, but I have an inkling that there aren't many black ones out there." Yes, she was rambling a little, unsure of what she was trying to say. There was something strange about that rapier and she just couldn't put her finger on it. It was more than just the colour, but she just couldn't work out why it seemed so special. "Has some sort of magic been cast upon it?"
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jul 7, 2009 13:20:29 GMT -5
"Think nothing of it." he told her nonchalantly, also seeming pretty happy with how things had worked out. She wasn't the only one who'd had a lucky day. It was just a matter now of firstly getting her out of those hideous clothes, and then seeing how much talent the little half-demon had. He had to admit that he WOULD be rather disappointed if, after all of that her talent only stretched to making a minute amount of fire, but as he had told her before, it was either all or nothing, so he was expecting big things from her. The sun was climbing higher now as the morning drew on; Vyncent was surprised to remember that it was still pretty early in the day. He certainly had been busy, what with waiting for the world to catch up with his not-lostness and visiting Le Couvert and all of that.
"My sword...?" he repeated after her, lifting his hand from the hilt of the blade to look down at its engraved silver-coloured pommel (it wasn't actually silver or it would burn him. Vyncent wasn't sure exactly what it was made of...), and smile. He listened to her ramblings with surprising patience, only shaking his head softly at the suggestion of magic. "No magic... well, none that I've ever been aware of, and I certainly have tested her for all kinds of magic." he murmured, not seeming to find anything odd about referring to the rapier as a 'she'. Without a word he half drew the sword from its sheath, the pitch-black blade gleaming in the morning sunlight as it gave off that strange, mournful sound again which seemed almost like a howling song, Vyncent looking down at it with a faint smile on his face.
"Amor." he said softly, "Forged from the souls of demons, and taking a new soul with every heart she pierces. Never gets dull or blunt, can cut through most things. Can even kill demons, as far as I know." he tilted his head, as if curious about it and wondering if he'd be able to test that theory one day. "She's a sapient sword, that's why she seems different to other weapons. Apart from the black blade and the drinking souls idea, of course." he smirked, hopping down the last few steps of the cliff onto the beginnings of the foothills of the mountain, the ridges a lot less steep here, the cliffs more gently sloping until it finally leveled off onto even ground. Silently, Vyncent slipped the rapier back into the sheath, smiling at the city which was slowly growing closer.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jul 7, 2009 14:20:35 GMT -5
Etoile gave a small 'oooo' as he half unsheathed the sword, that strange, howling song sounding rather pleasant to her ears. Amor was beautiful, wasn't she? And Vyncent described her with what could only be called affection and pride, as though he were talking about a child. "She's pretty..." She murmured, not seeming to find it strange that she was referring to a sword as being female. Amor was undoubtably female. "So, all the nuns that you killed with her...they are all trapped in the blade?" She tilted her head, examining the blade closely, as though to see if she could see them. "What happens to them all? Are they used to keep her strong and untarnished and generally well maintained?"
When she got herself a blade, and it was a when and not an if, it would have to be something that was almost as amazing as Amor. She knew that nothing would be quite as good as Vyncent's sword, Amor was unique, but she could try to get something which was half as good. It would actually be quite fitting if her sword was only half as strong as Amor, seeing as she was only a half demon. That thought made her smirk to herself a little bit as she followed him down the rest of the steps, vaguly wondering where she could get herself a weapon like that. No normal blacksmith would be able to do it. Hmmm, she would have to listen out for any information, maybe Vyncent might even know, but she wouldn't ask just yet.
She was quiet the rest for the rest of the walk, glad that it was easier than the clamber down from Le Couvert had been. It didn't take as long as she had expected actually, within an hour they were heading up the road towards the gates of the town, Etoile suddenly stopping and putting a hand to the cut on her forehead. "Wait...we can't just walk into the town all bloody, can we? Won't the guards get suspicious?" She asked him. Now, she didn't know too much about life outside of Le Couvert, but she was sure that having the guards keeping an eye on you wasn't the best of situations to be in. Plus, she had a feeling that there just might be some sort of bounty on Vyncent's head, call it a gut feeling, and that someone might recognise him if they looked at him for long enough.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jul 7, 2009 15:04:54 GMT -5
"Yeah, they're all in there." he nodded without looking back at her, patting the sheath of the sword as if to confirm that the souls were now trapped in the blade along with hundreds of others, no doubt. "I only know a little about what they do. I assume they help to maintain her and all of that. But a hundred years or so ago something happened and all the souls got released apart from the demon souls forged into the blade. It was... interesting, to say the least. The little I remember of it, anyway." he smirked. He truly didn't remember much about what had happened, only that it had been a truly dire situation and suddenly all the sound had been sucked from the air around him, and there was an enormous beam of terrible black light from the sword in his hand, which, at the time, was much larger than the sleek rapier at his waist now.
He shook the thoughts away and fell silent as they carried out the rest of the journey, seeming glad when the roads around them became flat again, even if they were rather empty currently. He guessed that this wasn't the main route into Falaise; he had been there only a day or so before and the road had been full of the usual traffic; carts and people and all sorts. The few they did encounter only threw them a weird, almost frightened look and scurried on their way, Vyncent paying them no mind at all. It was when they were near the outskirts of the city, passing the various houses among the countryside and close enough to hear the hustle and bustle of the place, and see the city walls, that he realised Etoile had spoken.
"Hm?" he paused and turned around to face her, seeming to have forgotten all about the blood, strange considering that his face and hair were all stained with the stuff... and the less said about his shirt the better. He wouldn't be happy if he realised his shirt was all bloody. "Oh, yeah." he nodded, glancing over his shoulder at the city gates. "They're always suspicious. But thanks for reminding me." he murmured, sighing softly and quite suddenly standing completely still, looking as if he was staring into some far off place, before he began to chant words in a foreign tongue. They were soft and gentle, almost like a melody, echoing around them with a light hum after a while and causing the air to shimmer strangely. He stopped abruptly once he was done, blinking a few times and zoning back into reality.
"Illusion is up. Off we go." he murmured, turning again to approach the gates with a light smile.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jul 7, 2009 16:02:33 GMT -5
Etoile looked totally and utterly confused as Vynce pasued and started muttering to himself. She would have asked what on earth he was doing but she was worried about breaking his concentration. The girl even took a step back away from him, wondering if he had suddenly lost grip on his sanity; he was talking in tongues for goodness sake. Oh, and the air was starting to shimmer around him, that was even stranger. She reached up to wave her hand through the shimmer, as though checking for heat; if he was going to burst into flames she would rather know so that she could get out of the way. And then he opened his eyes and made her feel like she was the crazy one. She wasn't even sure that she wanted to know what he had just done. She couldn't see any illusion, but then again, maybe he had put one over her too? She wasn't sure, and she wasn't going to ask.
"Wow, it's a busy city, isn't it?" She murmured to him, looking around at the carriages that rumbled past them. She even risked walking along side one for a moment to sneakily snatch a red apple from the back before moving to walk with Vyncent again, hiding the apple up her sleeve untill she was stood next to him again. "I forgot how busy cities can be." She murmured as she wiped the apple clean on her sleeve before taking a bite out of it. She had been out of Le Couvert for less than half a day and she was already getting used to the pace of life. It wouldn't take her too long to catch up on everything that had happened while she was in Le Couvert. If there was one good thing that moving about so much had taught Etoile it was how to adapt quickly.
"So..." She began, now walking next to Vyncent, looking around at the city which surrounded them. "...I guess that we are going to the tailors? I'm afraid to say that I don't know very much about current fashions, the nun's weren't good at keeping up with fashion." She sighed to him, seeming worried that she would end up picking out something which was dated. "And I don't know what colours people are wearing now and which ones are out of fashion. Oh, I am in out of my depth. Don't let me pick anything that will make me look like an old lady." She asked him, looking a little worried.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jul 7, 2009 17:18:43 GMT -5
He smirked at her as she slipped the apple up her sleeve, rolling his eyes and knitting easily into the crowd as they entered the city, the guards not even giving them a second glance. The only problem with the illusion was that all of Vyncent's intimidating presence was masked while he walked, and so he had to move out of the way or people instead of just expecting them to move for him, still not used to that after all of the time of using the illusion. He hated to do it, and often it was the cause of the sparking up of his temper, but he seemed in a rare calm mood today, meandering through with the flow of the people and making sure that Etoile stuck with him. "It's not the busiest of cities." he admitted, "This is relatively small. One day we'll go to Avoir. That's not particularly big either, but it's the capital, so it's busy enough." he nodded to her.
"You really want to care about what colours are in fashion?" he looked at her as though she was insane - Vyncent wasn't afraid to admit that he was a vain soul, and appearance was rather important to him. "What if you happen to look absolutely hideous wearing today's favourite trends?" he wrinkled his nose, keen eyes picking out a suitable tailors (and a rather expensive one he might add, he wasn't having her clothes fall off as soon as she left the shop) and pausing outside the entrance. "I'd rather you not wear something that's tacky and popular and look good than follow the crowd and look awful." he told her, pushing open the door and stepping inside, leaving it open for her to follow.
Ringing the bell, Vyncent must have given the poor tailor the fright of his life when he came out to greet them; they might be under an illusion but the High Demon certainly didn't seem to take that into account considering the tone and the curt demands he took with the gentleman, and when he moved away from the counter the tailor was quick to follow. No illusion in the world could mask the attitude of a businessman. Within moments he had both the apprentice and the tailor following him around the ground floor, pointing out materials and colours and ribbon while waving the apprentice away to measure Etoile, the rather frightened looking young woman quickly ducking behind the counter and bringing a measuring tape, moving to assist the half demon. "This won't take a moment, miss." she assured her.
Soon he had chosen everything necessary and had looked at Etoile for a moment or two, as if checking something, before moving to the front counter again and describing just what he wanted, watching the tailor as he sketched out the dress to be made, nodding in satisfaction and smirking at Etoile as the apprentice led her away to the back room. "Have fun." he murmured, "I'll be picking up a few more things, then I'll be back." he told her, before sweeping back out of the shop. Good times.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jul 7, 2009 18:08:59 GMT -5
"It is busy when you compare it to Le Couvert." She pointed out to him, her gaze dancing between all the people. Maybe it looked busier because everyone looked different. At Le Couvert, everyone had looked the same and worn the same things and acted the same, but out here everyone looked different, making it seem like there were more people. "I forgot how different people could look..." She murmured before smiling to herself secretly, lowering her voice so that only Vyncent could hear her. "...some people are really ugly, aren't they?" She giggled, shaking her head a little. It was loud out here too, with so many different voices and sounds, and she had to say that she preferred the noise to the quiet of Le Couvert. "Well, I wouldn't buy something just because it was in fashion." She rolled her eyes at him and shook her head. "I'm not that weak willed. It's just nice not to look like you are a decade behind the current trends. I am sure that one of the fashions at the moment will suit me. I don't know of any 'timeless' styles, but if you do that might work too?" She suggested with a shrug of her shoulders. She had never been given the choice about what to wear before. When she was a child her clothes had been chosen for her and when she was at Le Couvert she ddn't really heave much of a choice, she either wore what they gave her or went nude...and she didn't think prancing about naked in a house of God would have been such a smart move. Etoile lingered behind Vyncent as he spoke with the tailor, not really listening to a word that he was saying. Instead she let her golden gaze drift around the room, flickering over the different materials that were piled up on the tables. She blinked and scowled as the assistant came over to her, looking vaguly annoyed at being disturbed from her thoughts as she stretched out her arms so that the girl could measure her. She pouted at Vyncent as he said that he was leaving. "You are leaving me here?" She asked, eyeing the tailor and his assistant suspiciously before nodding to Vyncent slowly. "Fine, but don't forget about me." The next few hours passed in a boring haze. Etoile basically just had to stand still while they measured her and flitted around her. Eventually they had her change into some new underwear and put on the half finished dress so that it could be fitted to her properly and all the finishing touches done. Standing still for that long was so hard, but every time she moved she was pricked by a pin, which wasn't pleasant. By the time they had finished she was looking rather bad tempered and impatient, pulling up the thick, black knee length socks, tying the little, white ribbons at the top to make sure that they stayed up, slipping her feet into her shoes. Apparently there were just a few finishing touches to be made to her coat and then they would be done, so where was Vyncent? Oh, he had forgotten about her, hadn't he?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jul 8, 2009 4:54:21 GMT -5
"Oh, you'll be fine." he smirked to her as he left, the little bell ringing behind him to signal that really had left her there. Like Hell was he going to sit there bored while she got her clothes made, that was worse than actually standing there; at least then you were a part of it. Vyncent spent the hours meandering through the streets of Falaise, reminding himself of where everything was, booking rooms at an inn and the like, ending up spending the majority of his time away in the much loved gambling parlour. Let's just say that Vyncent was slightly richer when he came to pick her up, tucking the little red ace of hearts up his sleeve as he approached the tailors. He had gotten himself a new shirt made while he was out as well, managing to unnerve the people of the area with his panic attack at realising the shirt he was wearing was covered in blood.
Pushing his hair back out of his face (he'd bathed and changed before coming back to the tailors for her as well), he pushed open the door and swept inside, looking about for her. That crooked little smile of his tugged at the corners of his lips as he spotted her looking so bad-tempered, and he shook his head. "It looks like you had fun." he commented as he approached the desk, the tailor moving to see to him while his apprentice finished off the tiny alterations to her coat. The demon examined every aspect of the clothing that had been made, his gaze often flitting back to Etoile to see if he was happy with the result. Eventually he nodded in satisfaction, lifting his money pouch from the pockets of his coat and paying the nervous looking tailor.
He had to admit that playing with the mortals was one of his favourite games, and it was the only one he could really play with the illusion up. They never knew what to expect from him, although that could be true of any occasion. Once everything was paid for and the apprentice arrived with the coat, he turned back to face Etoile. "That looks better already. Now you're not wearing a curtain, and if you told me you were a ballerina this time I'd probably believe you." he smirked, absently tugging at a buckle on the sleeve of his coat as if it was getting on his nerves. "Are you ready?"
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jul 8, 2009 8:38:16 GMT -5
Etoile glanced around as she heard the jingle of the little bell above the door, the movement earning her another prick from a pin. She smiled slightly as she spotted Vyncent, glad for once that she had been wrong and that he hadn't forgotten about her. "Oh, it has been the most thrilling few hours of my life." She told him, her voice laced heavily with sarcasm. She didn't know how nobles did this all the time. With all the outfits that they owned they must spend hours just stood there being fitted for clothes; how dull. It never occurred to her that, once you had something that fitted, a tailor could use that item of clothing as a guide for whatever new garment they were comissioned to make.
Once the girl had put the last stitch into her coat and taken out every last pin, Etoile even double checked to make sure that all of those ghastly pins were gone, she shooed her away, glad to finally be able to move. Her mood improved considerably as she moved to stand in front of the floor length mirror in the corner of the shop, a smile tugging at the edges of her lips. She certainly wasn't wearing a curtain anymore, she was rather happy with her new clothes. The coat, first of all, was made from a rather light material (though the tailor had assured her multiple times that it was a very warm fabric), black in colour, and long, the hem an inch of so lower than her skirt. It was fitted to the top part of her body, flared out at her hips. It fastened with silver coloured clasps, though Etoile left it open so that she could see her dress. The dressed itself followed much the same shape as her coat, fitted closely to her torso before flaring out at her hips. The corset style top was black in colour, fastened at the front with soft, white ribbon, tied at the top in a bow. Along the top of this was a dainty white frill. The skirt part was also white, made from a silky soft material, layers and layers of this made up the short, floaty skirt, which could be said to resemble a tutu.
She grinned widely as she turned to Vyncent, twirling around effortlessly, as though to show him the whole of her new outfit, rather pleased with how the skirt moved as she did. It was a million miles away from the awful dress which she had been wearing before, which she had instructed the tailors to burn as soon as they were finished with her new dress. "Ready." She nodded to him, moving over to stand by him. "Where are we going now? Somewhere fun? I hope that you are taking me somewhere fun, I am bored mindless." She pouted up at him. "Oh, and merci beaucoup for the clothes, I feel much better now."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jul 8, 2009 17:27:25 GMT -5
"C'est rien, Etoile." he shook his head lightly to her, a faint smirk on his face as he examined her dress and coat. It was of excellent quality, even he had to admit that, and apart from the blood that still stained her face his little half-demon certainly looked the part of the noble now. Good, he thought, because the dress she had been wearing before should have been considered a sin, or banned or something. The tailor and his apprentice were quick to scurry into the back room now that they had dealt with their rather frightening customers, leaving them in the shop to do as they pleased. As long as they left soon the tailor didn't really care what they did. "I couldn't have you travelling with me looking like a boring nun, could I?" he rolled his eyes, moving to the door - it was uncanny how they were speaking now, you'd never guess that this was the same person who had ripped out a sister's throat with his teeth just an hour or so before, would you?
"Something fun...?" he looked at her as though she was insane; now she wanted him to entertain her as well? He thought this whole teacher-student thing meant that he taught her, and nothing more. Oh, well, he was in an indulgent mood - it wasn't everyday he found someone like Etoile, he'd be in a rather good mood for days after this. He thought to himself as he walked out of the door, long fingers drumming along the hilt of his sword as he pondered on what he could do, slipping the red ace from his sleeve and twirling it in his hand for a few moments, before looking down at it suddenly. "Do you know how to play cards, Etoile?" he asked with a light smile on his face, glancing over his shoulder at her. A little spark of something had lit up in his usually passive gaze. Gambling was one of Vyncent's biggest weaknesses.
"Or, more exactly, do you know how to cheat at cards?" he laughed softly, slipping the ace back up his sleeve as they left the shop and headed back out into the crowd, people ignoring them as though they couldn't quite fathom who or what they were - one of the effects of the illusion, no doubt. "I could teach you, or I could take you to the inn and try and see if we can make your fire come out to play. The choice is up to you." he shrugged.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Jul 9, 2009 7:33:48 GMT -5
"No, me looking like a boring nun just wouldn't have been acceptable." She shook her head, agreeing with Vyncent. She would have liked to point out that a nun wouldn't have ripped off half of the skirt to make it shorter, but she doubted that little detail mattered very much. All that mattered was that she was out of that awful dress, and that meant that she had rid herself of the last reminder of the nunnery, well, other than the scars, but she couldn't see those so they didn't bother her too much. "I look far from boring now though, so you have nothing to worry about." She assured him with a confident little nod. That self assured confidence of hers was starting to show now that she was feeling more comfortable with herself; her and Vyncent should get along just fine.
"Cards?" She arched an eyebrow as she looked to the playing card in his hand, shaking her head slowly. "Gambling is a sin, Vyncent, and nun's don't sin." She pointed out to him in a round about way of telling him that, no, she had no idea how to play cards, nevermind cheat at them. "I am sure that I can learn though, I've always been rather quick at picking up new tricks." She smirked to him and nodded. Well, her bad mood seemed to have lifted already, Etoile seeming cheerful and excitable once again. She found herself wondering where exactly you went to play cards. To a tavern, maybe, but she suspected that they may be too noisy. So, where was Vyncent planning on taking her?
"I've already made fire once today, I am sure that it will still be waiting to be mastered after a couple of games of cards." She smiled as she flicked her hair back over her shoulder, glancing around at the people as they left the tailors, taking in the sights of the city. "Unless you are in a rush? If yiu have something that you need to be doing then I don't mind following you around, I have to admit that you are more interesting than the nuns."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jul 9, 2009 10:54:18 GMT -5
"Well if gambling is a sin then isn't that even more of a reason to do it?" he asked her, smirking over his shoulder as she moved to walk beside him, looking at her clothes one more time as if to check whether they really had been made up to his standards. He smiled faintly as he wasn't disappointed, laughing lightly and leading them off down the busy streets. "By the look of what was going on when I came into Le Couvert you certainly weren't boring even then, no matter how you looked." he commented lightly, resting his hand on the hilt of his sword and looking thoughtful as he remembered what had been happening when he'd walked into the nunnery. "Why were they trying to stone you anyway?" he asked nonchalantly, "What'd you do? Pray at the wrong time of the day or something?" he joked, shaking his head. He would never understand convents.
"In a rush? Are you serious? I've got all the time in the world." he shook his head to her and turned the corner at the end of the street to walk out into the main square in Falaise, heading straight towards a small gilded building surrounded by nobles; they were the only ones with money to spare on 'real' gambling, after all. If you didn't have the big money, you'd have to make do with the noisy taverns, betting coppers on tables sticky with ale. Like Vyncent would be seen doing anything like THAT. "We've got enough time to play a few games of cards before you go mastering your fire and turning into a real little half monster." he smirked to himself as he approached the building, having to step past people to get in because of that damned illusion; they'd have just MOVED, had it been down.
The gambling parlour was a noisy place in itself, except it wasn't the rowdy kind of noise that you found in taverns and bars and the like; there was music and the hustle and bustle was similar to that of the streets, except everyone was as well dressed as they were. "I'm glad you think so." he chuckled at her last comment, "I'm afraid I might get a little angry if you thought I was on the same level as some boring old celibate sister." he rolled his eyes, weaving through the people as though he'd done it a million times before and settling himself at a free table, nodding at the seat opposite him for her to sit down and beginning to elegantly shuffle the deck of cards.
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