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Post by Angel ♥ on Dec 22, 2009 9:55:44 GMT -5
Etoile was gone for most of the day, deciding to give Vyncent a little space, it was the only thing that she could think to do. She spent the day stalking around the town, getting to know the place, trying to figure out if she wanted to stay there. It wasn't a city, this place wasn't big enough for their presence to go unnoticed, but it was a decent enough size, enough for people to know to mind their own business. It wasn't one of those small villages where everyone knew everyone and you couldn't even walk into the place without people wanting to know everything about you, right down yo your shoe size. Damn nosey villagers, it was why she tended to kill them. She couldn't be bothered with all the questions, and telling them lies got old quickly.
Her day was annoyingly unproducitve, Etoile spending most of it hanging around wondering what she should do about her Vyncent problem. That and a little scaring people and spreading a rumour about what had happened at the healers. It wasn't difficult, mortals just loved gossip, and were more than willing to believe what she whispered to them. At least they should stay away from the place after this. They would walk past and try to peer inside, but none would dare knock on the door, and if they did? Well...she would just have to deal with them, quickly. No screams because that would draw more attention to the house. Bah, she hated keeping a low profile. People should know to fear her, they should know to move when she was coming their way, and not to dare looking her in the eye.
It was getting dark when she returned, carrying a basket filled with food. Vyncent was going to refuse to eat, she could see it now, and she doubted that threats would encourage him, but she would just have to try. She was scowling as she pushed the door open and slipped into the room, eyes darting around to check everything before coming to rest on the demon. He hadn't killed himself, was that a good sign? Flames roared into life around the demon, Etoile moving to sit on the edge of the bed, taking a flask of hot tea from the basket before turning and holding it out to Vyncent. "It will warm you up. I can rebandage your wrist while you drink, or are you still being stupidly stubborn?"
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Dec 22, 2009 12:44:53 GMT -5
He felt her coming even before she opened the door, pressing his eyes closed. Oh, here came another random stream of words that just went over his head and made it impossible for him to concentrate on not living anymore. He sighed heavily when the flames roared up around him, as though she was doing something awful by keeping him warm. Couldn't she see that he was trying to freeze to death? He couldn't very well get that done with her going and saving him all the time. He half wished she hadn't bothered saving him the first time. It would have saved her a lot of trouble and hassle and all the rest of it. The demon felt her presence near the bed, hesitantly opening those dead eyes of his to look up at her. Vyncent was gone. And whatever was left of him really didn't want to waste any more time being alive.
Whatever she was saying just sounded like a faint buzz of noise at first, the demon scowling ever so slightly to try and catch the words. Then his eyes flickered to the flask. He didn't want that. Even if he did want to drink and look after himself, he really didn't think he could keep it down. Detachedly, though, he reached out to take the flask from her hand with his good arm, shoving it down amongst the blankets so it was resting against his bandages. Stupid warmth, making him realise how cold he was. At least the heat from the flask would stop his wound aching as much. Stupid half-demon, he thought. Where did this spurt of loyalty come from? She should just leave him and be done with it, he had nothing more to offer her.
Vyncent blinked as he realised that she had asked him something else, and he absently held out his mangled left arm for her to deal with. It was completely useless; Altair had broken his wrist, and Vyncent had managed to break his hand by punching the wall. A dark bruise covered almost his entire forearm, and although the angle of his wrist was nolonger awkward, it didn't look in the best condition. Vyncent didn't even know if it was repairable, and nor did he care. Hah, if he had cared, this'd be worrying. He couldn't hold a sword with a dud left hand. Sword. Ugh. Shit. Not that again. His eyes closed once more.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Dec 22, 2009 13:16:39 GMT -5
Him still looking so depressed wasn't what she had been hoping. It was a stupid thing to hope, he wouldn't be able to shake off a depression like this in a couple of hours, but there should have at least been an improvement. Not this, he looked even worse. He looked defeated, as though he was just going to lay there and let himself die. Actually, she would bet that had been the plan, he didn't look willing to accept any help. Fuck, she had no idea what to do with him. Sympathy wasn't in her nature, and she wasn't going to encourage this pathetic self pity, but, what was she supposed to do? Threats and blunt words weren't helping, and nothing would shock Vyncent out of this. If she couldn't make him angry enough to rise above this then what could she do?
Etoile was quiet as she took some clean bandages from the basket and moved to bandage his hand up. She was as careful as she could be, moving the bones back into position before bandaging him up tightly, also repositioning his fingers before bandaging those too. When he was feeling better he would need his hand, so hopefully that would help it to heal properly. If not, they'd need to find another healer. Simple.
"Vyncent, tell me what I'm supposed to do. I'm lost here." She mumbled eventually, letting him have his hand back, her gaze moving to his face. "Are you really going to give up?"
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Dec 22, 2009 13:35:43 GMT -5
The pain didn't show on his face at all as she bandaged up his useless hand; inside it was hurting like fuck, and mental curses rattled around in his mind, but he just couldn't find the energy to bother showing it outwardly. His hand moved back to cradle against his chest as she gave it him back, the demon sighing deeply. He looked up at her when she spoke, narrowing his eyes as if he was trying to work out who she was and why she even cared, staying quiet for a good few minutes as he let her words sink in, before he eventually, finally spoke up.
"I want you to leave." he muttered in a quiet, strained voice. "And this time I don't want you to come back. You've got to leave here, leave this town, and get on with whatever you want to do. I've got nothing left to teach you. Unless you'd like me to teach you the art of getting humiliated and having the crap kicked out of you." he told her, aware that there was a painful tingling in his arm, and that he was probably in too much pain for his body to register it. Synaptic fatigue, or whatever..
"So I want you to leave, and forget about me. Go on, get." he nodded weakly towards the door, as if that would make her leave him alone. He didn't want to be taken care of, and he knew she sure as hell didn't want to be the one doing the caring. It was better for the both of them this way, before they killed one another. Or... well... she killed him. And he wouldn't stop her anyway, she'd be giving him exactly what he wanted.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Dec 22, 2009 19:52:24 GMT -5
The half demon scowled as she looked up at Vyncent, watching him carefully as he spoke. He wanted her to leave? So, he had given up? Was she really supposed to just leave him here to die? He looked serious, he didn't even look conflicted. He wanted her gone, he just wanted to be left to die? Her scowl hadn't faded as she looked away from him, thinking for a moment before rising to her feet. If that was what he wanted then she wasn't going to argue with him. She had done her part, she had saved him, she couldn't force him to do anything that he didn't want to; she couldn't force him to stay alive.
"Alright." She nodded, running her fingers through her hair. She would leave the food she had bought here for him, just incase he changed his mind. "I'm going after Altair, I'll make sure that you can find me if you want to catch up." She told him, though she wasn't sure why. Right now, she doubted that he would ever leave this room again. Etoile wasn't one for emotional goodbyes, the girl smoothing out her skirt before turning to the door. "See you later, Vyncent. It's been fun." That was as close to a real goodbye as he was going to get, the girl casting him a wave as she moved towards the door, clicking it closed behind her before heading down the stairs and out into the street.
She paused once she was outside, taking a deep breath, golden eyes glinting in the fading light. So, where was she going to go now? Where to start her search for her father?
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Dec 22, 2009 20:03:56 GMT -5
His sigh was almost one of relief when she finally consented to leave him be. He didn't want anyone flitting about him on the best of days, let alone at a time like this. When she rose to her feet, Vyncent closed his eyes again, though he did look faintly amused when she left the food there. As though he needed it, with his plan of action. Lie here until he died? Sounded like a good way to go. Maybe if he got enough energy back before it was too late he could think of something a little bit more creative. For now though, death by neglect sounded pretty good to him.
The demon seemed to flinch at the mention of Altair. It wasn't a name he wanted to hear right now, if ever again. Ugh. That name. "Fun. Yeah." he agreed blandly, nodding to her and smirking, the click of the door behind her like the final nail in his coffin. At last. Maybe, he thought, he'd go somewhere nice. Ha! That was a laugh. Did he even have a soul? No. No. That was enough thinking about that.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Dec 22, 2009 20:50:31 GMT -5
Freedom wasn't something that Etoile was used to. The majority of her life had been spent at le Couvert, following their rules, and then with Vyncent. Admittedly, with Vyncent she had more freedom, and there were times where she had been left alone to do whatever she wanted, but nothing like this. He had always been there to decide where to go and what to kill, and she was rather happy to just follow him around and let him make all the bigger decisions, but now she was out there alone. It was all up to her. For most people, that would have been a scary thing, but for Etoile it was just the logical next step. She had the whole world at her feet, it was time to start writing her own legacy. The half demon left that town the same night, leaving with a mere glance up at the window of Vyncent's room. She wouldn't tell anyone about this. If he really did die up there then she would spread some other rumour about the demon's last days, or, better yet, just leave everything hanging, leave the possibility hanging over everyone's heads that he might return. She owed him at least that much, at least enough to protect his reputation. The only snag in her plan came with Altair having Amor, but that was all going to be sorted out soon enough, she would make sure of it. Father or not, he wasn't going to get away with what he had done. A month had passed since leaving the town and Vyncent behind. She had picked up Altairs trail easily enough. It seemed that Monsieur De Vaux was rather infamous, and you just had to ask the right people to dig up information on the family. It turned out that they still owned a country estate, which was where she was going. Sooner or later he would go back there, and that was how she was planning on finding him. She honestly couldn't see how it had been so difficult for him to find her. It was't as though she and Vyncent had kept a low profile, all he needed to do was to catch up with them. Well, she doubted that he had ever really been looking for her anyway. It was just inconvenient for him to have his spawn running around with his enemy. Etoile had been true to her word, leaving a trail of blood and destruction in her wake, just enough to let Vyncent know where she had been, if he came looking for her. As time wore on it seemed less and less likely that he would come, and more likely that he had just let himself die. What a waste, but what could she do? She had tried, it hadn't worked, it was time to move on. Currently she was sat in the corner of an up market tavern, sipping on a glass of deep red wine, talking with a noble. He, apparently, had information on Altair, though he was being rather uncooperative. He refused to tell her what she wanted to know, and kept changing the subject. He wanted to get into her pants, and she was getting bored with this game. If he didn't start talking soon, she was going to have to start breaking fingers and see if that helped him to focus.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Dec 22, 2009 21:17:53 GMT -5
The tavern was a buzz of voices; not the usual slurs of drunkards and the giggles of whores. Real voices, aristocratic voices of the upper classes. Even if the objective was always going to be the same - to get rat-arsed. The nobles never dwelled on that though, oh no. Why bother when there was good company and fine wine? It was almost evening now outside the tavern, the sunlight slowly fading into the horizon to leave a bloody tint on the skyline until it disappeared completely, and the shadows that were cast by people walking were long and arched and pitch black. One in particular, though, seemed that little bit more graceful than the others.
There was a chill in the air. Dark clouds were beginning to float in from the east, suffocating the skies, but the sunset was still clear, for now at least. The sound of footsteps echoed on the cobblestones up to the tavern, clean and curt from well made boots. A pale hand with a black gemstone ring on one finger reached out to touch the door. It pushed. There was a loud creak as it flew open under only the faintest pressure, thudding against the wall and staying there. A tall, loping figure filled the doorway.
The buzz of voices stopped. All heads turned to face the entrance, at first wondering who dared intrude with such blatant disregard that this was a place for nobility, but quickly realising their mistake and freezing in shock. Or perhaps fear. Frankly, Vyncent didn't really care to find out which, the look alone was enough to give him satisfaction without knowing the reason why.
The demon was looking like himself again. Dressed in his finest, tugging at the sleeve of his trademark red coat and lingering in the doorway, you wouldn't know that he had been absent for just over a month. Well, mortal eyes wouldn't be able to tell. Etoile though, might perhaps note the hints of fatigue, the slightest shadows under his eyes to mark his flawless white skin, the vaguest limit to his step when he walked from a wound that was still sore. She would definitely note his still bandaged left hand. It had healed long ago but it hadn't been quite right since, and he was planning on getting it sorted one of these days. Maybe when he had a real reason to need it again.
Yes, everyone in the tavern would recognise the empty scabbard at his waist when he strode in, his blood red eyes dancing threateningly over the customers and the bar-maid. He wouldn't fill it with another sword. No. There was only one sword he was after. And he knew just where to get it. His eyes found Etoile as he strode to the bar, the demon offering her a cunning little smile in greeting as he reached it, tapping the surface and ordering his drink in a velvety voice, a glass of wine appearing in his hand in mere seconds.
There had been no warning. No reason to even suspect that he might be back. Even the wanted posters were beginning to fade, and new ones were scarce to see in the cities. Not any more, though.
Vyncent turned on heel with his drink, suddenly hovering behind the nobleman Etoile was questioning as though asking what he thought he was doing in his seat. The noble quickly scarpered, and Vyncent sat down.
"Evening, ma cherie. It's been a while." he murmured, running a long finger around the rim of his wine glass and lifting his gaze to look at her. Something in it was different to before... some kind of mania, some paranoid little glint of... what was it? Fear? Worry? It was a tension, that was certain. But he was alive.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Dec 22, 2009 21:42:31 GMT -5
It wasn't the sound of the door slamming back against the wall that caught her attention, (some nobles simply liked to make an entrance), but the collective silence that feel over the room, the tension that settled over everything. She had only ever known one man who's mere presence could have such an effect, and that man had died. Who was this person that thought that they could intimidate everyone like that? Perhaps she should teach this person what real intimidation was.
The glimmer of annoyance in her eyes melted away as she turned to look over her shoulder, gaze coming to rest on the figure in the door way. It couldn't be. The annoyance was replaced by surprise, Etoile sitting up in her seat, abandoning her drink on the table. She was studying the man closely now, looking for anything that may be out of place, any feature which wasn't quite right, which showed him as a fraud, but she found nothing. He didn't look exactly as she remembered, but, after the state that he had been in when she had last seen him, this was a huge improvement.
"Vyncent..." The name was only whispered, her gaze trailing after him as he moved to the bar. He was alive! By some miracle he had pulled himself out of his depression. He was alive! She had convinced herself that he had died, but there he was, alive and in the flesh, she could barely believe her eyes. She shouldn't have ever doubted him, should she? She should have known that he would pull through, you didn't get as old as he was without learning how to survive.
The surprise had been wiped from her features by the time he joined her at the table, forgetting all about the information that the man that she had been speaking with was supposed to have. Somehow, that suddenly didn't seem important. She sat back in her seat, lifting her glass from the table as she studied him, the faintest of smiles tugging at the edges of her lips.
"It has. I wasn't expecting to see you again." She admitted, taking a moment to sip her drink, seeming to contemplate his presence. There was something different, something out of place, but it was only small. Amor was missing, he was bound to see different. "I wasn't too difficult to find, was I?" She questioned, knowing all too well that she wouldn't have been. She hadn't even been making an attempt to be discreet in the time that they had spent apart.
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Dec 22, 2009 21:53:14 GMT -5
"Difficult? Etoile, you're about as discreet as I am. Which means that, in general, a blind man could probably find you." he told her lightly, studying his glass for a few moments more before taking a sip. He felt different, she wasn't the only one who noticed it. But he was alive, he wasn't at death's door and intending to jump and he wasn't self-pitying any more. He'd gotten through that much, at least. "How long has it been?" he wondered aloud. The month had been pretty blurred for him. Between healing himself and persuading hiimself not to die, and a whole lot of other things in between, it wasn't surprising that he was only vaguely aware of how much time had really passed. "Still looking for him, I see." he murmured lightly, his gaze flashing to the noble that he had vacated from the table, as if guessing that this was why he had been sat with Etoile.
...Why else would he be sat with her, after all? She may be a socialite, but she wasn't one to keep company lower than herself. He would have liked to have said that he was the one who had taught her that, but that trait was embedded in her long before Vyncent had ever laid eyes on her.
The tavern was watching them carefully now. Oh, hell. The High Demon was back, and he had found the other hell raiser. They were doomed, everyone was doomed. "Find anything interesting about where he's hiding?" Vyncent was still very careful not to use Altair's name in general conversation. It stung on his lips, and he even figured that it might make the old wound twang just that little bit. 'Him' or 'he' would do, until they became completely certain of where that bastard was hiding.
Not that Vyncent had been looking very hard. No, between his... thinking... and his search for Etoile, he hadn't had time to think about where the other demon was hiding. He had, however, thought long and hard about what he was going to do to him when they did get hold of him. Vyncent's eyes glinted murderously at the very thought of it. "What have you been doing with yourself, anyway? Apart from searching for our good friend." he murmured, his right hand moving habitually to the scabbard at his waist. He hesitated, and it moved to rest in his pocket instead. He drummed his fingers on the table, watching the bandages with faint curiosity. "I'm glad you didn't die." Probably the closest thing to feeling that she would get from him. It was worth remembering.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Dec 22, 2009 22:16:37 GMT -5
She couldn't help but smirk at his comment, "I never saw the point in wasting energy on discretion. Why would I ever want to leave the possibility for someone else to claim my work as their own?" She grinned, a bloody gleam in her eyes for a moment. Vyncent's wanted posters may have been fading away, but fresh ones of Etoile were beginning to spring up. She found it rather amusing really. They even had a price on her head. Granted, it was nowhere near the price that had been set on Vyncent, but it was a suitable starting sum. "Then again, I learnt from you. Discretion was never one of my lessons." She added with a small shrug of her shoulders. She had wanted to make it easy for him to find her and she had done just that. If she ever wanted ti disappear for a while then she was sure that she would find a way.
"A month." She responded as he asked how long it had been, "Give or take a couple of days anyway." Her eyes flashed dangerously at the mention of her father, the half demon confirming his assumption with a curt nod of her head. She was still searching for him, still attempting to trace his movements after he left the fight. Everything was pointing back to this country estate, it was the only lead that she had. She and Vyncent may not be discreet, but Altair certainly was. What kid of a demon was he? How could he pass through towns like a ghost, as though he had never been there? They were demons, they existed for the sole purpose of causing chaos and wreaking havoc, she had no idea how he rejected his heritage so completly.
"There is a large country estate in the name of the De Vaux family, that is where I am heading. Apparently there are reports of a few strange disappearances from the surrounding towns, it seems like the right place to me." She explained to him, glad that his anger had take over from the self pity. Anger was a far more useful emotion, anger would get him where he needed to go, and help him to gain his revenge.
"Oh, you know, the usual. Murdering and rampaging, I'm sure that you've heard the stories." She smriked, taking another sip of her wine. "And what about you? I've not heard even a whisper about you since I left, what happened?"
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Dec 23, 2009 18:14:45 GMT -5
Rather thankfully, really, a typically Vyncent-like smirk ghosted across his face at the comment about her learning from him. After everything that had happened, and witnessing for himself Etoile's progress (and her reaction to Altair, which he found funny to no end now that the initial shock was over) he had to admit that he was rather proud of the half demon. What had begun as just a simple grudge against another demon, mixed in with boredom had flourished into the murderous, toxic flower that was Etoile De Vaux. He took a prolonged sip of his wine before he opened his mouth to answer her question on 'what happened', as though mulling it over in his head and wondering how he could put it to her. The clipped version, of course, Vyncent was just as done dwelling on the blackness of that last month as she was with dealing with it.
"After you left I didn't move for about a week, maybe... lucky for me I did a lot more healing than I did wallowing. But then I got creative, wandered out into the town and wound up in a tavern with an illusion up so I wouldn't be found or bothered, staring at the bottom of a whiskey bottle for a couple of days. I won't bore you with the details of failed attempts to kill myself. Not today anyway," he chuckled darkly (the reality was that he'd terrified himself), "Perhaps another day, though. A few days after I'd drunk myself into a stupor... something snapped." he muttered, a delicate crack snaking around the wine glass when he lifted it absently from the table. "Someone said something, maybe, or did something. Then it all goes black. When I came to, everything was on fire, and I felt a little better. I've been trailing you ever since."
He set the glass down again. 'Trailing you ever since' probably involved a lot more than he was willing to tell her, but at least she'd gotten a story out of him. That strange little glint had worked its way into his gaze again when he looked up at her, and a mysterious smile was on his face. "A country estate. Sounds like you've found the right place. I wanted to track you down before you found him, because I'd be annoyed if you killed him without me being there. Before we go, there's something I'd like to do first though. A detour, if you will. Do you want to come, or should I find you when I get back?" he asked, deep red wine starting to seep from the cracks around the glass, staining his fingers and slowly pooling on the table, but he hadn't noticed.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Dec 23, 2009 20:44:07 GMT -5
The left of his story, that was obvious, but he told her enough. All she really wanted to know was how he had survived, she could do without a detailed account of his suicide attempts. Vyncent was alive, that was all that mattered. He had found a way to pull through, something had finally penetrated through that layer of self pity that he had surrounded himself with and finally sparked his anger. Whatever it was, she was thakful. The world had seemed rather empty without the demon there, though, she had become used to having her own freedom. At the moment they were united by a common purpose, destroying Altair, but once that was done, it may be time for them to go their seperate ways. He was right, there was nothing more that she could learn from him, it was time that she set out on her own. "A detour?" She questioned, tilting her head at him in questioning, placing her empty glass on the table, only for the barmaid to practically run over to fill it back up again. When you had clients like those two in your bar, you didn't leave their glasses empty. Etoile paid no attention to her though, simply picking her glass back up again once it was full, as though it had magically refilled itself. "I will tag along. I wouldn't want to find him first and ruin all your fun." She nodded to him, deciding that sticking together for now was the best plan. If she ended up finding her father first then she would kill him without hestitating. She had let him go once, she wasn't doing it again. "If we have a detour then we should get going. This place is rather dull." She told him, swiftly finishing her drink and rising to her feet, carelessly dropping the glass to the ground, smiling at the tinkling sound of breaking glass. With that she shot a smirk over at the barmaid, as though daring her to say something, before looking to Vyncent. "You can explain your plan as we walk. If we stay here any longer I will just have to make things more interesting, and that wouldn't be pleasant...not for everyone else anyway."
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Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Dec 23, 2009 21:39:50 GMT -5
"Hm. I did wonder why you picked such a boring place to sit. But I suppose the call for information was too great an opportunity to pass up." he guessed, leaving the fractured wine glass where it was and rising to his feet, cleaning off his hand and turning to walk towards the door. He didn't comment on her desire to shake things up in the tavern; his mind was on much more important things right now, and he wouldn't be distracted. Besides, he found sometimes that you left a greater impression when you left a place if you did nothing. People always expected you to return, and it kept them on their toes. He didn't do it often though, obviously. That was idiotic. The door creaked again as he pulled it open, but nobody turned to look around this time. The sooner those two were gone, the safer everyone else would be.
It was dark when they moved outside, Vyncent's eyes gleaming in the shadows. He smirked that unnerving smirk, and the manic expression was back on his face, the demon tilting his head up at the sky as he walked. He was leading them to the town square by the seems of things. The square was always a point where you could be sure of a solid magical convergence, in the majority of places, anyway. And it was less claustrophobic. That definitely helped. "My plan..." he murmured softly, taking time with his words. "...I suppose you could say that... well. I'm not worried about it. But I'm... curious. About my soul. And whether I have one." he murmured. The reason for his uncharacteristic little quirks became clear. Vyncent didn't think about his soul. Never had. Why bother? But something had made him consider it.
"...When I got stabbed, I felt something. Something got yanked, kicking and screaming, towards that sword. I want to know what it was and why it's important." he told her, falling to a halt at the centre of the square, just next to a large stone statue. "And I know just who to ask."
An odd smile had settled on his face when all of a sudden, and he reached up to his ear. When his hand moved away again, the perfect little ruby stud sat in his palm, twinkling in the light. "I don't know how well a locator spell will work. But I doubt she's gone far. Not with the state she was in when I found her." he looked up at the sky again, and started the incantation for the spell.
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Post by Angel ♥ on Dec 23, 2009 22:07:24 GMT -5
Etoile looked bemused as she followed him out of the tavern, leaving the door to swing closed behind her, smirking to herself as she imagined the collective sigh of relief inside the tavern now that they were gone. She was half tempted to turn back and show those people just why she was feared, but Vyncent was there, and he had a plan. She decided that it was better to go along with his plan rather than having a little fun of her own. She could leave that tavern standing, she supposed, she had wrecked enough over the past month to make up for leaving one standing. Plus, after all this was done, she could always come back to play.
She could hardly follow what he was telling her, tilting her head to the side as she followed him to the center of the square. Demon souls? He wanted to know about demon souls? She couldn't quite see what this had to do with their hunt for Altair, but she would indulge him this once. As long as this didn't taken too long then it was an acceptable distraction. It may seem like a stupid question to her, but it mattered to Vyncent, and that was what was important. His mental state would probably be fragile at the moment and unanswered questions like this threatened to send him plummeting over the edge.
"Then let's go find this person. What are you doing?" She asked as he took out his earring. Was now the time for playing around with his jewellery?
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