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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 12, 2009 13:50:47 GMT -5
"Your lack of scars could have had something to do with you being a demon, maybe demons heal faster than regular people. I, however, have lots of scars, but I would really rather not have one on my face. I'm vain." She shrugged, tilting her head at the bottle of wine that he nudged over the table at her. Wine. Wine was bad, deliciously bad. Etoile had only ever tasted wine a couple of times when she had managed to steal it from the nun's, and everytime half a bottle was more than enough to leave her feeling light headed and giggly. It wasn't surprising that she got drunk quickly though, she was only young, and only had a slight figure, or that was what she blamed it on anyway. One glass, just one glass, or that was what she told herself as she reached over and poured the wine. She had already been in enough trouble today without getting drunk and getting up to God knew what.
"That was what I was asking. I suppose I can let you throw things, it gives me a marginally better chance of moving out of the way." She confirmed with a nod of her head, sipping the wine experimentally. It was far nicer than the stuff that the nun's had...and far stronger too. Her thoughts were going to be muddled by the end of this glass, weren't they? She would end up tripping over her words and saying all the wrong things, and Vyncent would probably trick her into saying things that she did't mean. Bah, wine was evil, so why did it taste so nice?
"Know how to fence?" She repeated, sounding rather distracted, but that had nothing to do with the wine, not yet anyway. Her gaze was on Amor, the same, rathed awed, look in her eyes as when she had first seen the sword. His sword really was beautiful, wasn't it? So pretty and yet Vyncent could guy someone with it with a mere flick of his wrist. "No, nun's don't tend to fence very often, or keep swords close to hand either. They prefer whips..." She shrugged to him, finally tearing her golden eyes away from the weapon to look up at Vyncent and smile faintly. "But they kept those out of my reach too. Nun's aren't any fun."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 13, 2009 15:05:06 GMT -5
Vyncent would probably have found it incredibly amusing if Etoile ended up drunk from a single glass of wine; it didn't occur to him that growing up in a Le Couvert would have meant she hadn't had the time to become an experienced drinker like he was, and that the only wine she would ever drink would be for 'religious purposes' or whatever name the nuns gave to it when they secretly wanted a piss-up. That's why Vyncent tended to love monestaries and the like so much - they prided themselves on being so holy, so good (and it was true that even while the people there may be corrupt there were many churches that Vyncent found it difficult to walk around in, or even by, because of the hallowed ground) but they were just full of sin. Like everyone else. Even worse than everyone else, if you counted the hypocrisy. At least people like Vyncent were honest about being evil.
"Then it's settled. I'll throw things at you. Call it a test of your speed and agility or something... maybe if you get really good at it I'll start throwing sharper objects." he suggested, as though they could make a game of it, the demon lifting his hand from the rapier now to let Amor slide back into her scabbard, while Vyncent pulled out a lace handkerchief to clean the cut on his finger. "No swords? How terribly dull." he sighed, although his eyes did light up at the news that there were whips. So now they were drunkards and sadists? He knew there was a reason why he'd liked Le Couvert so much, and it wasn't just because it was full of pure, chaste women just ready to be relieved of their souls. "Oh, come on, they had to be pretty fun to keep the whips in the first place." he winked to her, finishing his glass of wine.
He fell into thought again then, taking into account that she'd never used a sword before. "Then we'll have to find you a weapon. I'm not having you get beheaded when I've got my back turned because you don't know which end of the sword goes through the person." he nodded to himself, brushing a lock of hair out of his face and glancing over his shoulder to look out of the window into the darkness, eyes glinting with pleasure. By the sound of the commotion outside, people must have discovered what had happened at Le Couvert. Wonderful.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 13, 2009 17:46:21 GMT -5
"Wow, thank you...though I'm not sure if I trust you throwing sharp things at me." She arched an eyebrow at him questioningly. Etoile had know Vyncent for less than a day and she could imagine that he would actually throw things at her with the goal of hitting her, not with the idea in mind that she was supposed to be dodging them. That would probably be his head of fun, to see how many knives he could throw at her at once, or to see if he could pin her hand to the wall with a knife, or something along those lines. Hmmm, she wasn't looking forwards to this throwing things game, she was going to have to think of a way to cheat, otherwise she could see it ending with of pain for her. "Whips...fun?" Her gaze darkened momentarily then, Etoile almost seeming to flinch, looking away from the demon. "Whatever you want to think. From personal experience, however, I can say that they aren't very much fun at all." The girl went quiet for a moment then, gazing into the depths of her wine, as though contemplating something, before suddenly downing her drink. Fuck staying sober, she was suddenly in the mood to forget everything, and it wouldn't take more than a few glasses of wine to make that happen. She could already feel that light headed feeling creeping up on her, but the wine hadn't had very long to take full effect on her yet, which was why she was able to pour herself another glass without spilling a drop. "I would rather that I didn't get beheaded either...though I can say that I do know which end of the sword to use to stab someone with." She rolled her eyes at him, taking another sip of wine. "You use the stabby end, the end that you don't hold onto. Simple, right?" A faint smirk crept across her features, Etoile looking up at Vyncent again now. "Can I get a pretty sword? I don't want an ugly, clumsy one...I'll be likely to just leave it somewhere if it's an ugly, clumsy one."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 14, 2009 10:02:58 GMT -5
"An ugly, clumsy one? Please, what do you think I am? Nothing I get is ugly, and besides that I'm not having you chop my hand off. I'll get you a nice sword." he murmured to her, only really sounding as though he was half listening as he watched the flickering lights outside, as people gathered to trek off to Le Couvert and see what had happened there. Once the lights were beginning to fade away Vyncent turned back around and sighed in satisfaction, moving to re-fill his wine glass. He was just quick enough to notice her flinch, and the following change in her demeanour was rather easy to pick up on, the demon quirking an eyebrow as she downed her drink, settling back in his seat. Had he said something wrong? Oh, right. The whips. His reaction was less than empathetic, Vyncent wrinkling his nose and setting his glass down again, looking at her as though he didn't know what to do with her.
"Don't do that." he snapped eventually, seeming almost revolted by her attitude, before sighing a little. "Let me guess," he murmured, "The whips, huh. You weren't chaste or angelic or compliant and so they whipped you and punished you and it's left marks on your psyche, blah blah blah, right?" he tilted his head, eyes flashing like a predator's as he leant forwards slightly. "Well all that stops now, alright?" It didn't really sound like a question, but Vyncent, for once, didn't look as threatening as his words implied. "If you act bruised and wounded, and you give people opportunity to find the things that get under your skin then you're going to be stepped on. A lot. You'll be one of those unfortunate wretches who tend to fall prey to the likes of me." he assured her.
"But you're not prey. You're a predator, and you'd better start acting like one. The nuns who punished you are dead. They died painfully, screaming in agony while you smiled. They got what they deserved, and you're a lot better than they are, and a hell of a lot more powerful. Too powerful to be afraid of something as insignificant as a whip. You're not going to get very far if you let the past get in your way." he told her firmly, before picking up his glass once more and settling back again as though he hadn't even spoken. Vyncent didn't give advice often; hell, although he spoke with all the flair of a noble he didn't often waste words when it counted. This was quite an occasion for him.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 14, 2009 15:56:25 GMT -5
"Don't do what?" She questioned, rather moodily really, pouting ever so slightly as he started to speak. If it were anyone else telling her what to do then Etoile would not have reacted well at all, but this was Vyncent and for some reason she had already set him aside from everyone else in her mind. It could have something to do with the fact that she looked up to him, though she would never admit that. Yet, she still felt a prickling of annoyance that he thought that he could tell her what she could and couldn't do, and that he spoke to her like that, as though he was so much better than her. The annoyance didn't last for very long though, Etoile was rather unprepared for the little nugget of advice that she was about to recieve, and she was rather unsure as to how to react to it.
Silence stretched out between them, Etoile's expression was unreadable as she watched him. She wasn't an unfortunate wrench who was going to fall prey to anyone, or let anyone get under her skin that much...though the second was easier said than done. Leaving the past in the past though, she wasn't quite sure how that was done. Afterall, without your past you wouldn't be who you were now, your whole personality was built around key events which were dotted through your life, how could you forget about those? She supposed, however, that it wasn't about forgetting, more about accepting and letting the past be. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing, just accepting what had happened and moving on. Otherwise, as Vyncent had said, it would consume her.
"...d'accord...alright." She agreed with a small nod of her head, sitting back in her chair, taking a small sip of wine. It felt strange having someone give her advice. Most people just tried to tell her what to do or yelled at her for disobeying them, but she had never had anyone give her a genuine piece of advice before. She had the feeling that the demon didn't give advice very often, and that she would do well to remember what he had said. "This balm stuff you gave me..." She began reaching into her pocket to take out the little tub. "Does it get rid of scars too? Is there anything that get's rid of scars? I can't say that I want to keep mine. Some people think that they add character, I disagree."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 14, 2009 18:20:22 GMT -5
He was actually pretty surprised that she agreed with him; Vyncent wasn't familiar with giving advice, and he was even LESS familiar with people actually taking said advice. This really was a milestone in his personality, he had to admit. "You do...?" he smirked faintly, as if to say he was really rather impressed that she was going to listen to what he said simply because he was the one who said it. It was true that people almost always did what Vyncent said, but that was almost always because they perceived the threat in his tone of voice rather than the actual words. Etoile had officially moved up a couple of places in his 'people I might not necessarily want to kill' list. He could get used to having her around, yes. He snapped back to reality as she started talking about the healing balm, sipping at his glass of wine.
"Not old scars, no." he shook his head, tugging his shirt down a little to show her the little criss-cross scar dead centre on is chest, as if to demonstrate. "If you put it on a cut that's fresh, it will heal it without a scar. But for pre-existing scars it's useless. We'd have to find you a healer for that, if they bother you that much." he suggested; the demon would probably be able to suffer through the presence of a healer to do Etoile a favour. If it would make it easier for her to realise that, being a half-demon, she was above everyone else, he was quite willing to comply with that. He smirked at the idea of scars adding character. "Of course they add character." he objected, "It's just whether it's good character or bad character that's the thing to worry about." he shrugged.
He fell silent again then, his gaze dancing over the charred spot in the middle of the room, before he eventually sighed, finished his wine and set the glass down, before rising to his feet. It was clear he was planning on sleeping even if he didn't say it directly, the demon shutting the curtains (the light was one thing that would ensure a bad start to the day for him) and moving to his bed to sink down on it and unlace his boots. "Tomorrow we'll start by getting you a sword..." he murmured as though thinking it through in his mind, "...I'll teach you the basics of fencing, and then we'll move on from this town. It's a little too remote for me, even though it's a city." he wrinkled his nose, shrugging out of his coat and slinging it at the end of the bed, before pulling his shirt over his head.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 14, 2009 19:00:59 GMT -5
"Hmmm..." She murmured as he said that it didn't heal old scars, glancing up as he moved his shirt to show her the evidence. "They do annoy me, I can't see them, but I know they're there. I would rather them be gone, can healers really do that? I thought they squished up plants and other strange things?" She tilted her head at him, absently letting the little tub roll about on her palm, letting it play through her fingers. The gloomy cloud that had settled over her earlier seemed to be gone now, along with her desire to get drunk. She had abandoned her glass on the table, deciding that she felt quite light headed enough for tonight, thank you very much. "We should find a healer." She concluded with a nod of her head.
"I would say that they add bad character, they're just not attractive. Who want's a constant reminder that someone got the better of you, even if it was only for a moment?" That's what scars were, right? A permanent reminder that you weren't quick enough, or strong enough, or even smart enough to move out of the way before someone got to you. Apparently some people wore them like medals to prove their worth, but to Etoile they were more of a mark of shame. People were strange creatures, she couldn't understand why they liked to parade around and show off their weakness'. Then again, the people who looked at such people and saw hero's were the bigger fools.
"Sounds like a decent plan to me." She agreed as the rose to her feet, taking the hint that it was bed time and moving over towards the other bed. "Pick a big city next, a really big one. I can barely remember what the real cities are like." The bigger the city the more people they were, and right now Etoile was finding all of these people facinating. But that could all wait for tomorrow. Right now sleep sounded like a good plan. She kicked her shoes off and shrugged off her coat, turning her back to Vyncent before taking the dress off; she wasn't exactly going to sleep in her clothes, was she? She would sleep in her slip. She draped her clothes over the end of the bed before clambering under the blankets, looking remarkably young as she curled up and closed her eyes. This bed was nice and comfortable, she wasn't used to a nice bed. "Night Vynce, you better not snore."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 14, 2009 19:31:46 GMT -5
"'Course healers can do that. You're thinking of herbalists and those old women who sit and do nothing but grow useless herbs for pointless antidotes to poisons that are probably going to kill you either way." he shook his head, "With the right spell, and a skilful healer, blending away scars is pretty easy, I think. I've never seen it done personally, what with the hating divine magic, but I've heard it works wonders. Scars never really bothered me, though. Demons don't scar easily anyway." he shrugged, running his fingers through his hair and getting up to make sure that everything was as it should be, taking care to lock the door of their room (he wasn't a heavy sleeper and the slightest of things could wake him, but it was easier to make sure that people couldn't get in in the first place) before returning to his bed.
He smirked down at his scar, thinking about what she had said of them being evidence of a time when you fell just short of the mark. "I'd not know... I've only got the one scar, and I've no idea where it came from." he shrugged, "Don't much think about it." he admitted, proving the way of life he'd been describing to Etoile just previously; Vycnent didn't linger on the past for long enough to let it have any effect on him, and the incidents that did were quickly gotten over with the outlet of his very, VERY short temper. And the nightmares. But he didn't remember those, so he didn't bother about them. "A big city. Yeah. I like big cities." he nodded, leaning back on his hands and looking up at the ceiling. He glanced over his shoulder as she said goodnight, shaking his head at her.
"Me, snore? I'll have you know I sleep like the dead." he informed her, stretching and climbing under the covers, swiftly extinguishing the lamp.
He was as good as his word, not moving throughout the night as was custom for him to do (unless he had a nightmare, or was ill, or something else to his chagrin), waking at mid morning and lying for a good few minutes in bed as if waiting for himself to wake up properly before actually trying to get up; Vyncent wasn't by nature a morning person, and those who woke him before he was ready often got the fiery end of his temper, which was less than pleasant to say the least. Yawning and stretching, he eventually turned on his back to blink dazedly in the dim light of the room, not really wanting to get up yet.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 15, 2009 9:43:03 GMT -5
"They use divine magic? Oh, maybe that really will work then." She nodded, though from the tone of her voice it was obvious that she was already falling to sleep. She hadn't realised how tried she was until she got into bed, and now that her head had hit the pillow all she wanted to do was sleep. Today had been rather exhausting, what with almost being killed on two separate occasions. It had been a good day. "Divine magic won't hurt me...will it? With me being a half demon and all?" Her eyes fluttered open to look over at him at that point, following him as he walked around the room and checked the door. Did he really think that someone would try to sneak in here and steal something through the night? They would have been extreamly stupid theives, they would probably be flamed before they could fully open the door.
Her eyes drifted closed again as he clambered into bed, the half demon tugging her blankets up over her head so that she was surrounded by darkness. "That's alright then." Came her muffled response from under the blankets before she fell silent. Luckily, the blankets were heavy enough to keep her warm, and Etoile had no problems falling to sleep. She would have preferred to maybe have another blanket on the bed, just to make her nice and toasty, but she couldn't be bothered to get up, and she imagined that Vyncent may not be too happy with her shuffling around the room while he was trying to sleep. Tonight she would make do with just one blanket, and next time she would make sure that she had enough to keep her warm before going to sleep.
Etoile woke early out of habit, but didn't venture out from her cocoon of blankets. She was rather happy where she was, and there was the vague worry in the back of her head that everything that she thought had happened yesterday had been part of some strange dream, and that when she pushed back the covers she would find herself back in the dreary Couvert. Plus it was warm, why would she want to move when she was so comfortable and warm? It was boring though, as midday approached she was starting to get restless, humming to herself lightly just for something to do. She really should get up...but she couldn't be bothered to move.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 15, 2009 15:23:20 GMT -5
Vyncent was also getting kind of bored with waiting for himself to wake up, the demon eventually stretching languidly and sitting up, pushing his hair out of his face and sighing. He was all about luxury, and there had been many days where he'd slept for the entire day just for the sake of it, but this day wasn't going to be one of them. He peered around the dimness of the room as if wondering why it was so dark, before realising that the sun was being blocked out by the curtains, slowly climbing out of the bed and shuffling over to the window, parting the curtains. His muttered curse was barely contained (he'd forgotten that it was midday and the glare of the sun was RIGHT in his eyes), Vyncent letting the curtains fall again and moving to the small table to their left to wash up.
Half an hour later and the demon looked more presentable at least, having washed, dressed and woken himself up a bit more, when he glanced to the other bed. Suddenly, he was incredibly confused. The blankets were... breathing. They were BREATHING. Oh Christ. What fresh Hell was this? Tentatively, he unbuckled Amor from his waist and prodded at the blankets with the hilt of the rapier, racking his brains as to what the Hell was in there before it suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks, and he shook his head. He was such an idiot sometimes. He should really keep note of what he did and where he went and who he picked up along the way, shouldn't he. "Etoile." There, he even remembered her name! He didn't give her any explanation for this, only wandering away again to the little table they'd been sitting at the night before.
It was only when he realised that they hadn't been brought any breakfast that he remembered that he'd locked the door, swiftly getting up to open it, peering out into the empty corridor. He really should start getting up at a more sociable time. Eh. "Time to get up." he murmured as he wandered back into the room, having buckled his sword back to his waist again by this time, moving to the curtains to throw them open and send light spilling into the room. Now he remembered what they were supposed to be doing today. Big cities, swords and violence, booze and blood and all that. It sounded good in his head anyway.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 15, 2009 15:47:26 GMT -5
You would have thought that Vyncent getting up would have been a signal that it was time for her to drag her lazy arse out of bed aswell, but Etoile didn't see it that way. She merely moved the blankets to peek at him for a moment, watching him as he opened the curtains, before narrowing her eyes at the stream of light that he let into the room and pulling the covers back over her head. Sure, laying there was boring, but she was comfortable, and she just couldn't muster up the motivation to move, so she just didn't. Instead she spent the next half an hour listening to him move around the room, vaguly wondering if he even remembered that she was there, surely if he had remembered that she was there he would already have insisted that she get up?
She got her answer as something prodded at her through the blankets, the girl growling faintly and swiping at whatever it was, pulling the blankets closer to her. "That's a pleasant good morning, or afternoon, you slept forever." She informed him, listening to his footsteps move away from the bed before shuffling to sit up, folding the blankets in her lap. Etoile looked incredibly young first thing on a morning, her hair fluffy and stuck out at odd angles, none of her usual attitude having entered her eyes yet. "Ahhhhhh, Vynnnnnccceeeeennnntttt." She practically hissed at him as he threw the curtains open, putting her hands over her face to block out the dazzling light. "Tu est une salope, vraiment une salope." She cursed at him in Ecritean, mumbling the first insult that came into her head.
She sighed heavily, giving it a few moments before slowly moving her hands away from her face, blinking in a dazed fashion a few times to get used to the light. "Time to get up...but it's warm and comfortable." She complained, crawling down, under the covers, to the bottom of her bed to retrieve her clothes before wriggling about under the blanket to get dressed. Dressing under the blanket was rather difficult, but it was warm under there, and she had no intentions of leaving that warmth before she had to. "What we doing, we getting breakfast?" She questioned as her head popped back out from under the blankets, the girl sitting up, still wrapped up, tilting her head at him. "Or lunch...I think it might even be lunch time by now."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 15, 2009 16:10:51 GMT -5
"It's technically lunch time now, but we don't have time for that yet." he informed her nonchalantly, flitting about the room to collect everything and deciding that yes, they were quite ready to leave now, and they hadn't forgotten anything. "We'll pick something up just before we leave, I think." he decided, lingering by the door now, as if she was so far behind that he found it amusing, a faint smirk on his face as he watched the blankets wriggle about where she was getting dressed. It must have been because she was brought up in a convent or something that she was so picky about not being seen dressing; she'd have to lose some of her coyness if she was travelling with Vyncent. He got himself into such situations, and did things so dangerous/outrageous/stupid that getting dressed was usually the least of your worries.
"First of all we've got to get you that sword, before I forget, and we can probably get some coffee on the way, because I'll be damned if I'm listening to an old wretch of a man tell me what he knows about swords without having some kind of caffeine to keep me from ripping him to pieces." he told her rather cheerfully, tilting his head at her as she popped up from the covers. She really did look rather... mortal in the mornings. He didn't much like it. Vynce woke up ready to burn the world to cinders, and he went to sleep with the same kind of attitude. "Then we'll go to a square or something, and I'll teach you the basics... and then we'll leave. C'mon, I want to see what they've made of Le Couvert since yesterday." he smirked, that creepy playful glint in his eyes again whenever something particularly horrible happened.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 15, 2009 16:32:31 GMT -5
Coy, Etoile? She would have laughed so much if he had voiced that opinion out loud. Etoile loved attention, and was was rather comfortable with who she was, in fact, she doubted that she would have been able to act coy even if she had wanted to, it was far more effort that it was worth. She would rather tell people what she wanted and get it, simple, right? She was pouting as she looked at the demon, running her fingers through her hair to tame it, vaguly wondering if he carried a comb; Vyncents hair always looked quite pretty, from what she had seen, so she assumed that he would have one. "Alright then, can I borrow your comb? I can't leave the room with my hair looking like this." She shook her head, finally sheading the blankets and rising to her feet.
"Sword, fence, eat, leave. Easy." She noddded to him, leaving the blankets all screwed up in the middle of the bed, pulling her coat on before wandering over to the bowl of water on top of the draws, splashing it over her face to wake herself up properly and wash before patting the water away and turning to look at Vyncent expectantly, as though to tell him that she was still wating for that hairbrush. "What they've made of le Couvert? They will all be deeply appalled by the masacre, and scared of whoever did it even though they will all claim that they will hunt the culprits down and have them hung and blah blah blah. People are predictable when it comes to tragedy. They blame everyone but themselves."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Oct 15, 2009 16:49:36 GMT -5
"They're always predictable, but it's still amusing. You can't say you don't see people freaking out and screaming and you don't think it's funny." he smirked to her and shook his head, reaching into one of his pockets to draw out an ivory comb to hold it out to her, still busy thinking about the people around them. "It's like when you hurt people. They're all the same really. They scream when you hurt them. They plea for their lives when you hurt them slowly enough for them to think about things. They plea for death when you only hurt them even more slowly. And they have a surprising amount of blood in them." he nodded to himself as he waited for her, hiding a yawn behind his hand. They should really get some of that coffee pretty soon, before he got beyond sleepy and interested in the little details to irritable and impatient. Well... more impatient than usual.
"Although I do hope that they're all deeply appalled by my work. I was rather proud of that. It killed some time, at least." he shrugged, not waiting for her to finish with his comb as he turned to walk out of the door. He figured she could just sort the rest of her hair out on the way. Either that or she could fuss with herself and he would go downstairs and get some caffeine in him before he got nasty...er. Nastier. He soon found himself sitting at a little table on the ground floor of the inn with his cup of coffee, looking disdainfully out at the people walking around. He had at least remembered to put the illusion back up, otherwise they would be in a lot of trouble right now.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Oct 16, 2009 15:59:12 GMT -5
"Hmmm, it is pretty amusing, but only for so long...then you want to hit then and to tell them to get a grip." She murmured, nodding in thanks to him as he passed her the comb, moving over to stand by the mirror. "Hurting them will never get old though, but I think that is probably linked in with the power trip that you get. Nothing better for the ego to have someone begging for their lives, right?" There was a twisted glimmer in her eyes, and a nasty little smirk that moved over her features, instantly transforming Etoile from your everyday mortal to something far more dangerous. It was all about sick kicks, wasn't it? About the rush of adrenaline that came from hurting someone else, and, of course, the intoxicating fear which wound through the air. She was quite sure that she would find it just as easy to get drunk on the fear as the did on wine, she would have to take care when she was around Vyncent to keep her wits about her.
Etoile had no intentions of leaving the room until she had sorted her hair out, not even glancing at Vyncent as he left, instead focusing on the mirror as she brushed her hair. Thankfully, it didn't take much taming, and she didn't have a hair out of place by the time she waltzed down to meet Vyncent. He was easy to find, he stood out from everyone else in the room. It was as though everyone else were in black and white, and he was the only creature in there that contained any colour. That was his presence, she would bet that he could walk into a crowded room and make it go silent without saying a word. He really was a spiffy demon, wasn't he?
"All better now." She smiled to him as she reached his table, putting the comb down on the table opposite him before taking a seat, her gaze turning out of the window to watch the people outside. "I think that you got your wish, they look deeply appalled by your work to me."
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