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Post by VV on Apr 8, 2009 16:28:24 GMT -5
Vay's fingers wandered delicately over the pistols the Order had commissioned to him: they were modified magnum revolvers, equipped with silver bullets. These were for the wolves. As for the vampires, and everything else, he was on his own. His orders were to prepare the city for an upcoming large-scale ritual. In short, here was there to clean.
Here he was, Vay Vogel on the corner of the Stone Ave. and Main. Like any normal human supplanted in foreign land, anxiety plagued his body. He was clammy the whole cab drive, studying an English/Germanic dictionary, all the while glancing out at the windows. In his reflection he saw someone—rich blond hair that threatened to cover his eyes if he hadn’t parted it, and a pale, thin face. He didn’t seem to recognise the guy. The man in the window could pass for twenty, maybe twenty-five. Whose blue eyes were those, staring back at him? The whole world opened up through the glass, and everywhere he went, he was an utter stranger; he had been asleep for over nine-hundred years.
Time, space, and his consciousness had been suspended in thin air when he slept. In his dreams, he lost his identity: he was man, woman, brother, mother. He flew, sang, danced, and wept as the scenery changed as fluidly as an aimless conversation. His physical memory was more of a reference book, to which he flipped pages inside his mind. The circumstances were odd. The world was odd. He was a stranger.
Forty-eight hours had passed since he had awoken. The Order had scooped him up, interrogated him, and decided that he’d begin his humanity in a city where humanity was at a loss. What he wanted was being, the knowledge of his life, his existence, his meaning. The sheer lack of thought and will shook what little he had left inside of him. He had an encyclopaedic knowledge of the occult, magic technique, and psionics. He could trace the pentagram in his sleep. Hell, he could speak the language of the angels if you asked him to. But what he could not grasp was his own existence, his meaning, his raison d’être. He didn’t want cleaning duty. He wanted himself.
There were vestiges left of him yet. His body had its own memory, which seemed completely intact. His face began its charade, wearing a constant smile. He walked a certain way--light, and carefree with the swagger of a dancer.
‘I’m not entirely sure that I’ll be using these…’ Vay thought aloud, fingering the pistols at his side. ‘I’d rather just use what’s natural.’ He laughed. He’d never get used to his own voice—it was light as a feather, airy and musical. In his mind, it was deeper and brooding.
He felt himself sigh. ‘I just want to relax now,’ he said aloud. It was night in St. Louis, yet the jet lag told his body it was morning in Germany. He spotted two attractive girls, and approached. ‘Hello,’ he started. His accent was heavy. ‘I wanted to talk to you guys because you seemed friendly. Are you friendly?’ He froze his body language, hand gesturing openly toward them.
The girls looked at each other simultaneously—one of those key moments as if to quietly ask each other, ‘Is this guy cool to you?’ Both of them were brown-haired, and shorter than him. One had blue eyes--the other, brown. They looked Italian, but in this country, anyone could be anything. Vay dared to say he was Asian with enough conviction.
‘Yeah of course we are!’ the blue-eyed doll said, full of energy. Her face was covered in makeup, and her belly-button had a butterfly piercing. He thought it charming.
‘Oh, this is sucks. I was to hoping to find people in bad mood so I can lift them up,’ Vay said with a cocky grin. Poor English and thickening his accent, he found, was humorous.
Both of them gasped. One girl punched his arm. This was good.
‘You’re a jerk!’
‘Where are you from?’ the other one asked. ‘I like your accent.’
‘Germany, but I’m looking a place to relax, have fun maybe.’
Suddenly, the hairs on Vay's neck rose. He felt something. Whatever the girls were squealing out, faded into murmurs. He was frozen—still, listening, glancing at every corner of his vision. What was this presence he felt?
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Post by Rahil on Apr 8, 2009 16:56:50 GMT -5
Rahil sighed, deeply annoyed as she wove her way through the alley ways and streets of St. Louis. She hated being in this form. Human form. The cat was out of the bag so to speak. Humans knew about vampires and they knew about wereanimals. To a point anyway. So why the hell was she not allowed to wonder around in her more... Natural form? 'Because humans don't expect to see wolves the size of horses wondering around in their busy streets.' And she could kind of understand their point. She had been human once right? Right.
She shook herself free of her grumbling long enough to up onto a closed garbage can, then onto a nearby roof. She was on a mission and now was not the time to be bitching about what form she was in. She was faster and stronger than any human regardless. But still there was always something tempting about running around as a wolf. Her head shook again. 'Focus!'
Back to her point. The rats had called oddly enough. Usually the wolves and the rats ignored eachother. There used to be a feud but now that St. Louis was pretty much thrown into Chaos and she was the only leader someone had to be called for this interesting problem. 'There he is...' Her enhanced hearing picked up the sound of a strage dialect. German maybe? Someone had said an interesting character had shown up. Sticking out like a sore thumb through the crowd so to speak.
Leaping down with the silence of a cat, she began her approach. She could hear the girls giggling and her nose picked up the smell of cheap booze. Her ears continued to listen in his direction as she began to creep closer. The wind shifted and her eyes widened. Something was off. And he noticed it too.
She saw him stiffen up and paused. He must have been able to sense her. There wasn't anything else with such an aura as herself withing blocks. She rolled her eyes and stepped out of the shadows and under a street light giving him full view of her form.
There Rahil stood. Five five. The wind picked up sweeping his scent towards her as well as her long brown hair over her shoulders. Her eyes were gold --thanks to staying in wolf form way too long-- and they locked on his with confidence. She crossed her arms over her corset covered body and growled. There was something about this guy that was giving her the creeps.
"What's the matter, Kid? You look like you've seen a ghost."
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Post by VV on Apr 9, 2009 12:54:11 GMT -5
‘WEREWOLF!’ Vay’s mind screamed, sounding off an alarm as his eyes met Rahil’s. He had shut down his spiritual faculties as soon as he could, passing his aura off as a normal human, but his cover may or may not have been blown. He could, if he chose to, read her mind. That would require opening his third eye and, by then, it’d be obvious what he was.
He gave her a quick vertical scan. On a ten-point scale, he gauged her appearance as an 8.5--which wasn’t bad at all. Her self-esteem, however, appeared to be an 11—and she didn’t look happy. His situation was delicate. Gears in his mind turned.
On the outside, he appeared the same—smiling, happy, and in his own space. A beat passed as his thoughts turned to action. ‘Well, you’re right… partially. There is two ghost here: this one- Pandora, because she’s curiosity,’ here, he motioned to the blue-eyed girl who asked about his accent. ‘And this one- Echo; they’re both ghosts who want to haunting me.’
In the street light his face was paler than usual, neck nestled in a blue scarf, giving him a trendy touch. A tight-fitting Guess tee was wrapped around his body, solid white with a graphic in a shade of blue that matched his scarf. ‘Bite me!’ his shirt exclaimed, ironically. A fur lined jacket concealed his weapons, which was taken special care to be partially zipped up in the front. His black jeans—slim fitting, were held up by a blue Puma belt with a buckle that looked like it could knock out a gladiator. The headphones around his neck played a soft sonata… and died to a hush as the song ended.
Pandora and Echo cracked up for a moment.
‘Wait, why am I Echo?’ Echo asked, perplexed.
At first, Vay didn’t seem to answer. Instead, he half-turned his body to Rahil and mused, ‘Hmm… you are trouble… you look feisty… like a cat. Rawr.’ His teasing smile didn’t let up, and neither did his hand that pawed the air in front of him. Perhaps even werewolves can have fun, he thought. Just in case, he gave a playful wink.
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Post by Rahil on Apr 10, 2009 11:14:09 GMT -5
Rahil lifted an eyebrow and sniffed delicately at the girls. 'Ghosts huh? Whatever I'll just play along.' "So ignore them and they'll go away. Ghosts are easy like that." She looked straight at the girls and her aura flared, and trickled over their bodies. That aura is part of what made her Lupa of the werewolves and she knew even though the females were human it would make them very uncomfortable. Being a human was nothing like being a werewolf but they did have instincts and usually the smart ones listened.
Just as she figured, the girls eyes widened a little bit and they backed up, effectively giving her and Vey some space. She turned her attentions to him. She flashed her teeth a little. "A cat? Really? Don't insult me. Not that I have an issue with the felines in this area. I'm not even close." She sniffed again. She was always sniffing. Looking for trouble usually but in this case she was more so curious about the male in front of her.
He actually had no scent. She sniffed a few more times to be sure. She could smell his clothes. And the things he had touched recently but he himself had no real scent. Nothing that made the difference between him and everyone else. This worried her slightly. She needed more time to figure this guy out. So she relaxed her stance a little bit. "My name's Rahil. And you are?"
Her aura pulsed slightly as she called for some of her pack to come as back up.
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Post by VV on Apr 11, 2009 13:53:37 GMT -5
‘We should go, our friends are waiting for us at the club,’ Echo said, tugging at Pandora’s jacket sleeve; her eyes were pleading. The girl was downright spooked.
‘Um, okay,’ answered Pandora weakly. She just knew there was something interesting about this guy. She glanced back up to Vay. ‘Hey, we’ll see you later, okay? Bye German boy!’ That’s about all she could manage before her friend dragged her off. What she sensed from the strange girl that appeared made her skin crawl, anyway.
Vay tilted his head and smiled light-heartedly as Rahil relaxed. The mood with the girls had been spoiled, which was, he had to admit, upsetting; and though the creature standing before him appeared dangerous, strong-willed, and yes, bitchy, he was convinced she may have some promise. ‘Much better—now you look like someone I’d want to talk to,’ he commented.
Genuinely, he was charmed. He loved the excitement of meeting someone—anyone, new. ‘I’m called Vay,’ he replied; he let his body do the rest—stepping forward openly, and offering his hand for the corset-wielding girl to shake. Perhaps part of his humanity could be recovered by reaching out and touching someone.
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Post by Kyo on Apr 13, 2009 19:55:39 GMT -5
Kyo stopped in the alley nearest the pair, watching. She'd been on the other side of town when she'd felt the 'disturbance in the force' as she liked to think of it, and so like a good little Freki she'd heeded the call. Hell, she would've gotten here faster, but there'd been a traffic commotion (again) and as much as she liked having helicopter spotlights on her...
She sighed inaudibly. So much drama.
Cold seeped through the arm of her jacket where it made contact with the building she'd decided to lean against, and she figured having “artfully placed” rips and tears didn’t help much. Whatever, she wouldn’t compromise her punk kei look just because of the weather. She was above such things, and, well, cold didn’t actually bother her anyway.
Ever watchful eyes followed Vay as he moved to offer his hand to Rahil, noting how very unguarded he was. ‘Time to join the party.’
Having slipped stealthily from the shadows, Kyo took his hand in her own, mindful of course of her rather sharp nails. “It’s a brave human who would willingly lend an appendage to a werewolf. Or a stupid one…” She allowed her lips to slowly curl into a somewhat fiendish smile as her grip tightened just enough to emphasize her words. “I’m curious, which is it?”
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Post by VV on Apr 14, 2009 21:03:14 GMT -5
Vay laughed--more out of wonderment than anything else. The new arrival was the likes of which he had never seen before. Her hair defied gravity, and her dress was exotic--even for this era. What he loved more than a good surprise was genuinely interesting people.
'I'll choose both: brave, and stupid,' he said with a mirroring smile. He tossed out the foreign pretenses that previously littered his speech, squeezing Kyo's hand firmly as he shook. Subtly, he allowed his hand to slip away, leaving a lingering sensation of warm skin. 'You know... you can tell a lot about a person by the way they shake hands,' he said, eyes locked on Kyo's with intrigue.
Bzzt bzzt! Bzzt bzzt! Vay's cell phone was vibrating against his thigh. For the first time, he looked utterly bewildered. The advent of today's technology was still a large part of his culture shock. He took this moment to step back, and answer the call.
'Hello?' Vay began in English.
'Where are you?' the voice on the other side asked in Enochian*.
'I'm at the corner of Stone and Main--I just got here,' Vay answered, still in English.
'All right. I'll send a cab to pick you up; there's business to be taken care of. We'll talk later.'
*Click!* Abruptly, the line disconnected. Vay glanced to Kyo, then to Rahil. He had to buy time before the cab would come. 'No problem,' he thought.
'I'm gonna be leaving soon since my friends are waiting for me; you guys seem interesting though. So how do you two know each other?'
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*Enochian is the language of the angels.
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Post by Rahil on Apr 15, 2009 10:03:36 GMT -5
Rahil was just about to take his hand -though she sort of felt like hesitating- when Kyo walked into the scene. She smiled at her Freki and made a low sound in her throat. A sound of pack greeting. 'Right in the Nick of time!' Her smile broadened when Vay turned his attention to Kyo, clearly distracted from even touching her. Which she wasn't sure she liked the idea of him touching Kyo either...
The phone rang. Her eyes turned to Kyo with a questioning look. What the hell was that language? She barked the question in their own language and tilted her head, trying to get a better chance to hear while seeming nonchalantly standing there. She knew a few languages and she knew Kyo knew Japanese for sure but whoever was speaking on the phone was speaking in a dialect she had never heard.
She spoke before Kyo had the chance to respond. It wasn't like her to cut her second in command off like that as Kyo was more than capable of taking herself but Rahil couldn't seem to help it. "This is Kyo. She's the Freki to my Lupa. My second in command. I'm sorry. What is it you're here for?" It was obvious he had business in thie town. No one randomly showed up in a taxi like this when they moved for say a human job relocation or because they liked the city. Most showed up this way because they had more special dealings and were probably not going to be staying too long.
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Post by VV on Apr 15, 2009 11:11:39 GMT -5
Vay's shoulders sagged in sorrow. 'I'm a janitor. I came here looking for a place in the world. Back home, my family thought I was a failure, so they had me shipped out to "the land of opportunity". Honestly, I think they just wanted an "opportunity" to get rid of me.' He said all this with sincerity and despair. For a moment, even he couldn't tell if he was joking or not. He broke off his eye contact, glancing at the street, the people, and the occasional car that passed into a blur. He pondered. What be pondered is anyone's guess.
Suddenly, images of an attack buffeted Vay's mind. Vampires--two of them. Wild ones. Somewhere in the city, preying on some young man, some young soul. It could have been now, five minutes from now, or two hours from now. What was certain was that he, Vay, needed to get there. Or at least someone did. His eyebrows knit, no longer pondering, but brooding.
After a moment, he seemed to lighten up. What needed to be done now was right in front of him, and he wanted an exit. The exit was the taxi; Vay was still human, and the two in front of him were werewolves. If he simply ran, they'd catch up to him before he could catch his breath. He wasn't going to pull any magic tricks and blow his cover. He'd have to wait.
He directed his attention back to Rahil, both eyebrows raised. 'Freki and Lupa huh? That's curious. What do you usually do in the world besides ask strange immigrants what they're here to do?' he asked ruefully.
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Post by Kyo on Apr 15, 2009 20:40:38 GMT -5
“Oh you know, sell drugs, corrupt children, kill people…” Kyo trailed off, trying to remember what else it was they ‘did’ according to that marvelous little news show she’d seen the other day. “I’m also a cattle rustler on my off hours.” She clenched her jaw to keep from laughing, especially because she was currently being bombarded by the memory of the newscaster’s hair. Taking a quick breath, she gave him a curious little smile and threw him a wink, leaving him to take her words as he would. Truth was, she always loved to hear humans’ responses to her, err, ‘facts.’
Without skipping a beat she sauntered to the curb and hoisted herself onto the lid of the nearest garbage can, crossed her legs, and fixed him with a soul searching stare. Truth was, Vay was becoming more curious by the minute, and she intended to solve the mystery that was him. Well, until she got bored anyway. But that looked to be a point far off in the future. Kyo had to admit, the voice on the other end of the phone had unnerved her a little, being that she’d only ever heard that particular language used twice in her life and neither had been during a pleasant point in time. But what was most interesting to her was his manner. She’d been watching him in that way she had, the barely-there changes in his facial expression more than obvious to her trained eyes. Hell, he might as well have waved a neon sign in her face. A neon sign with flashing lights.
Kyo smiled coyly, cocking her head and leaning forward slightly. “So tell me, janitor,” she checked the sarcasm that had crept into her voice. He may not smell as a janitor or have those few obvious, qualities, of one, but she figured he could be telling the truth. Maybe. “Are those for the rats, or the dirty little bastards who litter?” She pointed offhandedly where she knew his weapons were.
Granted, it didn’t bother her so much, since everyone and their florist had one, but still, the silver is what had caught her attention. She smiled again, careful to cover the points on her teeth. She wanted to keep her body language unthreatening. She liked witty banter as opposed to split second violence.
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Post by VV on Apr 20, 2009 14:31:48 GMT -5
OOC: Reserving this post; Rahil's reply was supposed to be Saturday, but since she hasn't, I'll go ahead later today.
Vay's head shook with dismay, his lower lip a puffing pout. 'Do you always ask such fork-ended questions?' he asked in return. As much as anyone else with any social gut, he enjoyed playful banter. He could feel the tension in the air rising. Not like he had to answer every question that came his way, but it's not like he had to answer them directly, either. For Kyo, he'd give her some tact.
'But you're observant; not everyone is. I bet we'd be good friends,' Vay said, faintly smiling. He added, 'Honestly you look like the type who could let loose and do wild things. Let's have an adventure, some day.'
Vay's eyes looked up and to the right, as if to imagine the future. In another lifetime, or another reality, this could have been true. He didn't say those things as a social acrobat; he believed them. He felt his own warmth emanating as he spoke. Is this the type of person he was before he slept? Or was this sensation new? Whatever the case, he could enjoy it for the moment.
He glanced at Rahil. Earlier she had been guarded, even though she relaxed a little. He chuckled lightly. 'I wonder what she's like when she's having fun,' he thought. Then, 'Is she even capable of having fun?'
A yellow streak caught his peripherals. 'There's my exit,' he thought.
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Post by Kyo on Apr 20, 2009 20:59:36 GMT -5
OOC: lol BIC:
Kyo smiled softly, her shoulders languidly rolling in a shrug. “I never try to, it just…happens I guess.” She rested her chin in her palm, elbow resting on her thigh. The fact that he hadn’t answered hadn’t slipped by her, she just…let it go. He was obviously conflicted, in whichever ways you fancied, but not in an annoying way. She didn’t want to tear him down, to beat him down until she discovered whatever it was that was hiding. The first impression she’d gotten here tonight made her like him, despite whatever possible danger he could potentially be. And now that that impression had dug itself into her brain, it would be hard pressed to leave. Since being a furry, she’d found that first impressions really where the most important, if you knew how to read people right.
“An adventure, hm?” Kyo felt that characteristic, wolfish half grin slide easily onto her face as her mind processed that little tidbit. Oh the odd possibilities if that day where to ever be realized. “That sounds absolutely marvelous….One day indeed.” She wondered if he knew just how long a werewolf’s memory was, and smiled all the more for it. One day indeed. She watched as the tiniest of facial movements signaled his awareness of the taxi. He was more aware than many humans she’d met, and far better at hiding that awareness to boot. She looked him fully over one last time, burning the memory of him into her mind.
A seemingly singular, fluid motion saw her from her position on the trash can to one directly in front of him. She’d purposely allowed her inhuman nature to seep through into the action, a simple reminder that she was something other, no matter how human she could make herself seem. Kyo locked her eyes onto his, looking as deep into them as she dared. For the first time in seemingly forever, she refrained from touching her mind to his as she tended to with humans, allowing him to keep his privacy. In this way she was able to show him that somehow, someway, he’d managed to gain her respect, even if he never knew it. Smiling coyly up at him, posture open and relaxed, she offered her hand as he had done earlier to Rahil. “Until that time when we find ourselves thrown together again…”
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Post by VV on Apr 22, 2009 15:15:37 GMT -5
Vay maintained eye contact. Suddenly, he felt timelessly connected to the creature in front of him; as his gaze met hers, his smile naturally unfolded itself. Truly, he wished things could be different. This moment, right here, right now, may be the closest they'd ever come to each other. That would be a shame.
It was a comfort he welcomed as he reached for Kyo's hand--and pulled her into a one-armed hug. The smell of hairspray filled his nostrils; though now, it didn't bother him. As far as he was concerned, he kind spirit was sweeter. Somehow he sensed that, beneath her harsh exterior, she was just as warm as anyone else.
'Thank you,' he whispered. He paused, as if to cherish the moment, then withdrew.
The taxi had patrolled the street twice now, and Vay had to flag him down quickly.
'Huh, I thought that was you. Sin said to look for a touristy looking German kid. Hurry up and get in, we're going to Miss Demeanour.'
Vay raised his left eyebrow and climbed in, a puzzled expression on his features. '"Miss Demeanour?" Who's that?' he asked curiously, and slammed the door shut.
'That's the name of the nightclub... Sin's nightclub,' the driver answered with a laugh. He shifted gears, and pulled away from the curb.
-VV
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