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Log: Ongoing
When; Dec. 3rd ( Evening)
Rating; PG-13 ( For Language)
Characters; Scarab![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
noh_dancer, Vincent snarky_padre_v
Summary; Slightly intoxicated, pre-nightlife conversations ( Started life as an AIM log )
Log;
Vincent watched Scarab go. He was sort of tempted to ask her how it had felt being the transformed being she had been. Had having teeth in her torso hurt?
Did she feel anything when she'd found him dead?
...But that had all been a very unpleasant time.
it was warm in here, and he had been invited to wait.
There was a bottle of Jack, and a reading light, and he availed himself of both.
Eventually trying to translate Arthur Rimbaud started to feel like too much fuckin' effort now that Jack was his friend.
When Scarab returned he looked up with the closest he was ever going to be able to muster for an innocent look.
Innocent? Guilty as hell, more like.
Deer-in-headlights, Vincent'd been caught red-handed.
Well. somewhat sloshed, anyway
-
Keico scowled, but the smile on her lips sort of ruined the 'you are so dead' expression.
She'd had a good time, and even finding Vincent going through her clothes, she couldn't really muster up the energy to be pissed at him.
" If you tried on my pants and got them all stretched out, I'm taking it out of your ass." she said with a laugh, then burrowed under the kotatsu blanket.
It was too much effort to sit upright, so she stayed on the floor, with a pillow, her cigarettes, and an ashtray for company.
Sex, good sake, and now a warm kotatsu.
What more could a girl want?
-
"I didn't try anything on, I just looked at them." he was a bit staggery when he came closer, and somewhat heavily laid a necklace across her, awkwardly.
"This is pretty," he enthused, "You should have worn it on your date. thing."
Stooping a bit closer she'd probably notice he might not have worn any cothes but he had certainly helped himself to trying on makeup. "I certainly would have. are we still going clubbing? I'm bored."
-
She wrinkled her nose at the necklace.
" That was once of the things Faye got me.... that and the little black dress, and that godawful yellow tank top with the kitten on the front."
She said.
Honestly, the kitten-shirt had made her laugh, and while she never wore either of the afore mentioned clothes, they made her smile to see them in her closet.
Scarab wasn't 'drunk', per say, but sake tended to send her internal censor out to lunch...
" Are you..?"
She peered closer, the red lensed implants in her eyes focusing on Vincent's face.
" You are! Your wearing my lipstick! "
Alchohol, or no, Scarab was well-trained, and so the quick movement to shove him back ( with the intent to make him sit flat on his ass) probably was a little slower than usual, but if it got the job done, that was all that mattered.
" You little weasel! How much of my stuff did you rifle through?" she huffed, putting out her cigarette, and finally sitting up to take stock of her room.
-
Her lipstick, and her eyeshadow as well.
Vincent fell back clumsily when she pushed him.
At first he looked surprised, angry even, to have fallen.
His second instinct was to wince.
He had done so much wrong to this woman and, as pretty much everyone else tended to want to (and oft succeeded in) kill him, he was sure pain was the only logical followup.
An involuntary whimper escaped his lips
-
She blinked at the whimper, then scooted closer with an exasperated sigh.
" Shit, are you ok? I didn't mean to throw you that hard..."
Yes, Vincent had been an absolute trial....then had done things to her that most would find death preferable to.
Still, the other marked were her responsibility, and she took that job very seriously.
A quick once-over, and he seemed fine, so she reached again for her half-smoked cigarette, and returned the ashtray to the table. She lit it, and noted the empty bottle as well.
Correction, she thought to herself, I wish I'd thrown you harder.
" Damnitt, Vince..." she fairly whined, pinching the bridge of her nose. " I asked you for two very simple things: Don't drink all my booze, and don't mess with my stuff...."
Looking frustrated, and a little tired, she took a draw off her cigarette, and looked at him. " ......I just can't win with you, can I?"
-
When death didn't seem immediately forthcoming, Vincent calmed a little. He smiled sheepishly. "It's alright. I have money now," his eyes lit up a bit at the very thought of money.
He waved his hand dismissally at the empty bottle, "That's an inferrrrior product anyway. You need a nice aged brandy or...or..." an even wickeder grin crossed his face, "Perhaps something in a nice absinthe.Fear not, m'lady..."
He got up again, obviously unsteady on his feet, "I'm buying. We shall go," he announced, "On a midnight shopping spree. Compile a list. We shall buy beautiful baubles for the master, and....and rainment befitting of your return and new room and..."
Vincent's scheme was getting gradually grander now, "Something nice for Henry, maybe, cos he's such a pretty thing..." Even though she hadn't shoved him again, Vincent sat down again heavily. "What does Cori like?" he asked, "Besides...besides eating other people's eyes, I mean? S'got... s'got to be something I can give him t'show my intentions are nothing but benign..."
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Keico couldn't help a snigger, but she covered her mouth to try and hold it in.
...It died quickly with the mention of Absinthe.
She looked away and back at the table.
Absinthe..it usually reminded her of times past....of Frederick. She wondered where he was, now?
Half-listening to Vincent's list, she didn't comment again until he asked her directly about the Corinthian.
Then she lightly headdesk-ed, and turned to peek out at Vincent through her hair.
" Give it up, already. Your intentions don't have a damn thing to do with it, Vince."
The residual pain from thinking about Frederick still hurt, but she was trying to cover for it valiantly by putting out her dead cigarette, and reaching for another.
" Your flirting for a lost cause, there, and I can pretty much tell you; if he's already pulled his 'nightmare' thing on you, he'd rather kill you than fuck you, if given the chance."
"There's plenty of other men in this place, and since the majority seem to be gay too, you shouldn't have trouble finding another fixation." she pointed out.
"As for going out; first your going to sober up a little, and I don't want to hear any arguments or else I won't take you at all" she warned, pointing her cigarette at him for emphasis.
Rating; PG-13 ( For Language)
Characters; Scarab
noh_dancer, Vincent snarky_padre_vSummary; Slightly intoxicated, pre-nightlife conversations ( Started life as an AIM log )
Log;
Vincent watched Scarab go. He was sort of tempted to ask her how it had felt being the transformed being she had been. Had having teeth in her torso hurt?
Did she feel anything when she'd found him dead?
...But that had all been a very unpleasant time.
it was warm in here, and he had been invited to wait.
There was a bottle of Jack, and a reading light, and he availed himself of both.
Eventually trying to translate Arthur Rimbaud started to feel like too much fuckin' effort now that Jack was his friend.
When Scarab returned he looked up with the closest he was ever going to be able to muster for an innocent look.
Innocent? Guilty as hell, more like.
Deer-in-headlights, Vincent'd been caught red-handed.
Well. somewhat sloshed, anyway
-
Keico scowled, but the smile on her lips sort of ruined the 'you are so dead' expression.
She'd had a good time, and even finding Vincent going through her clothes, she couldn't really muster up the energy to be pissed at him.
" If you tried on my pants and got them all stretched out, I'm taking it out of your ass." she said with a laugh, then burrowed under the kotatsu blanket.
It was too much effort to sit upright, so she stayed on the floor, with a pillow, her cigarettes, and an ashtray for company.
Sex, good sake, and now a warm kotatsu.
What more could a girl want?
-
"I didn't try anything on, I just looked at them." he was a bit staggery when he came closer, and somewhat heavily laid a necklace across her, awkwardly.
"This is pretty," he enthused, "You should have worn it on your date. thing."
Stooping a bit closer she'd probably notice he might not have worn any cothes but he had certainly helped himself to trying on makeup. "I certainly would have. are we still going clubbing? I'm bored."
-
She wrinkled her nose at the necklace.
" That was once of the things Faye got me.... that and the little black dress, and that godawful yellow tank top with the kitten on the front."
She said.
Honestly, the kitten-shirt had made her laugh, and while she never wore either of the afore mentioned clothes, they made her smile to see them in her closet.
Scarab wasn't 'drunk', per say, but sake tended to send her internal censor out to lunch...
" Are you..?"
She peered closer, the red lensed implants in her eyes focusing on Vincent's face.
" You are! Your wearing my lipstick! "
Alchohol, or no, Scarab was well-trained, and so the quick movement to shove him back ( with the intent to make him sit flat on his ass) probably was a little slower than usual, but if it got the job done, that was all that mattered.
" You little weasel! How much of my stuff did you rifle through?" she huffed, putting out her cigarette, and finally sitting up to take stock of her room.
-
Her lipstick, and her eyeshadow as well.
Vincent fell back clumsily when she pushed him.
At first he looked surprised, angry even, to have fallen.
His second instinct was to wince.
He had done so much wrong to this woman and, as pretty much everyone else tended to want to (and oft succeeded in) kill him, he was sure pain was the only logical followup.
An involuntary whimper escaped his lips
-
She blinked at the whimper, then scooted closer with an exasperated sigh.
" Shit, are you ok? I didn't mean to throw you that hard..."
Yes, Vincent had been an absolute trial....then had done things to her that most would find death preferable to.
Still, the other marked were her responsibility, and she took that job very seriously.
A quick once-over, and he seemed fine, so she reached again for her half-smoked cigarette, and returned the ashtray to the table. She lit it, and noted the empty bottle as well.
Correction, she thought to herself, I wish I'd thrown you harder.
" Damnitt, Vince..." she fairly whined, pinching the bridge of her nose. " I asked you for two very simple things: Don't drink all my booze, and don't mess with my stuff...."
Looking frustrated, and a little tired, she took a draw off her cigarette, and looked at him. " ......I just can't win with you, can I?"
-
When death didn't seem immediately forthcoming, Vincent calmed a little. He smiled sheepishly. "It's alright. I have money now," his eyes lit up a bit at the very thought of money.
He waved his hand dismissally at the empty bottle, "That's an inferrrrior product anyway. You need a nice aged brandy or...or..." an even wickeder grin crossed his face, "Perhaps something in a nice absinthe.Fear not, m'lady..."
He got up again, obviously unsteady on his feet, "I'm buying. We shall go," he announced, "On a midnight shopping spree. Compile a list. We shall buy beautiful baubles for the master, and....and rainment befitting of your return and new room and..."
Vincent's scheme was getting gradually grander now, "Something nice for Henry, maybe, cos he's such a pretty thing..." Even though she hadn't shoved him again, Vincent sat down again heavily. "What does Cori like?" he asked, "Besides...besides eating other people's eyes, I mean? S'got... s'got to be something I can give him t'show my intentions are nothing but benign..."
-
Keico couldn't help a snigger, but she covered her mouth to try and hold it in.
...It died quickly with the mention of Absinthe.
She looked away and back at the table.
Absinthe..it usually reminded her of times past....of Frederick. She wondered where he was, now?
Half-listening to Vincent's list, she didn't comment again until he asked her directly about the Corinthian.
Then she lightly headdesk-ed, and turned to peek out at Vincent through her hair.
" Give it up, already. Your intentions don't have a damn thing to do with it, Vince."
The residual pain from thinking about Frederick still hurt, but she was trying to cover for it valiantly by putting out her dead cigarette, and reaching for another.
" Your flirting for a lost cause, there, and I can pretty much tell you; if he's already pulled his 'nightmare' thing on you, he'd rather kill you than fuck you, if given the chance."
"There's plenty of other men in this place, and since the majority seem to be gay too, you shouldn't have trouble finding another fixation." she pointed out.
"As for going out; first your going to sober up a little, and I don't want to hear any arguments or else I won't take you at all" she warned, pointing her cigarette at him for emphasis.
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He sat down again, across from her, and absentmindedly picked up one of the big pillows and sort of fluffed it.
"Look," he said, "I know we'd got off on entirely the wrong footing when I met you. Given the inclination, I can be most charming." Sure he could; if there wasn't something inherently creepy about him whether he willed it or no. "I think considering the circumstances and inherent dangers which I do remember you warned me about! I've adapted quite well. But!" obviously Vincent was about to make a Point(capital P!); something in his tone of voice certainly inferred the same.
Unfortunately, drunk or not, he was certainly in enough of a headspace to forget it a moment later. He visibly sagged as his train of thought took off without him. "...but I wish the Master were here a little more often," he concluded awkwardly. "even if I wasn't having nightmares all the time that clock sound really is starting to bug me."
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" Thats one way to put it." she said, " You've done your level best to do everything from irritate me, to downright insult me whenever given the chance."
Uhh, yes, he most certainly was drunk, and she wasn't about to go anywhere out in public with him in this state.
His mention of thier Lord made her look back down at the table again, and her response may have been a little cooler than intended.
After all, Vincent was with Xulchilbara far more than she had ever been. In fact, the longest she had ever been in his direct company had been during her....punishment.
" The clock sound goes away when your with someone." she reminded him.
" If you were a little more social, you wouldn't have as much trouble with it."
She tapped her cigarette against the rim of the ashtray and kept her eyes firmly on the glowing cherry.
".......What's it like?" she asked softly, her tone striving for detatchment, but the hurt sound was still lingering somewhere under that valiant effort at a cool front.
" With Master, I mean...?"
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"I'm sorry I was how I was. I'm...trying." Well, he certainly was that, but he was probably trying to make an effort to improve as well.
"I guess if you show me where the safer clubs are I might try a venture out on my own, time and again when He is away..." he speculated.
When she asked him how that was, a strange, wholly rapturous look came over him. One does well to remember that until the point he had met Xuchilbara, Vincet had been a create of precious little faith, in spite of all evidence there was, at least a power that could change the normal world.
"He...I..." loss for words, perhaps. Vincent looked around as though he thought to find those words someplace in the room. "I mean," he began again shyly, "perhaps one should never kiss and tell. However...when he...when he touches me it's just...I'm sorry. There's no words; it defied description. It hurts like absolutely nothing ever could, and yet it can also be so... GRUH!" Vincent grunted. More of this umph! in which he placed such stock, apparently. "Sometimes he gets carried away, and he kills me. That's nowhere near as bad as it sounds." he added. "Everyone should die in the arms of someone they care so much about. It's an experience. He..." Vincent looked away shyly. A schoolboy's embarassment. "I'm nto stupid. I know he doesn't love, not the way people love. But I do know when he's with me we are the only creatures who exist.
That sounds crazy, right? But it's empowering to me. It is. If he's tearing me apart, no one else's blood matters but mine. right? So..." Vincent finished, looking a bit smug as he pushed his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose. "He's not just using me. At the time I matter. I matter very much."
Who'd have thought being punked could make Vincent feel a sense of power? But apparently, it did.
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Teacher had never killed her...but he was plenty brutal.
Well, more domineering than anything.
That aspect of her relationship with her mentor was something niether shared with the other marked, and possibly only Xulchibara himself knew that the Executioner was as tender toward her as he was merciless toward so many others.
...Sadly, her internal censor was out to lunch, and many of those secret thoughts found partial voice when she leaned back to recline on one arm.
" Ya....I kind of understand that, but Teacher is different. He was human once, and is capable of love."
She smiled a little to herself, seemingly a bit unaware of who she was talking to .
" He's really possessive though......Once, Cori came to pick my sorry, bleeding ass out of an ally, and Teacher thought he was there to hurt me some more."
She shook her head, a bemused sort of expression at what had been a very serious, and nearly-fatal incident, but in hindsight almost comical.
Well....to her, and this bent sort of world view that many of the marked shared, now.
" You know he was the one to give me this?" she said, absently gesturing to her covered chest, and the massive scar that bisected her torso.
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This kind of affair, apparently, left it's mark upon a soul in more ways than one. "I've been looking a bit more like a roadmap myself," he confessed. "I guess I don't mind though. Scars let you know you've survived something, you know? I always used to worry that I was weak. I am weak; I know that. Maybe someday i can start training and lose a bit of that..but anyway.
I'm certainly not as weak as I used to think I was. A lot of people would have lost their mind a long long time ago, going through what I have. But I haven't. I.. I'm glad where I am." He picked up the empty bottle and stuck his tongue in it, hoping to tease out the last few droplets that never leave the bottom.
"Damnit," he muttered, "I want to drink more, and here you are acting the nanny. I'm fine, thank you. Now let's go clubbing already. Are those cloves? If they are, then give me one.."
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It was a habit with her to hold the gaze of the person she was speaking to if she was trying to make a point.
Funny how both of them had altered eyes now; Her's were a ruby red due to the infra red lense implanted inside of her's, while he had been made new eyes all together.
It had taken her a little while to get used to his too-green ones, but now she could see emotion in them as easily as she could see emotion in anyone elses.
" You're only as weak as you let yourself be, Vincent." she said, entirely serious.
" Your the one who refused self-defense training, but now that you've got a better understanding of this place, I think you should consider joining me and Henry for a little training.
There are simple things that can save your life if your in a bad situation. Just things I could teach you that could buy you enough time to run away if you had to."
Still solemn, she tapped out a clove from her pack, and tossed it over to land just in front of him.
" I tell you what," she said with a mild sigh. " You do not need more alchohol, so I'm going to go make us both some coffee. We have plenty of time before anything closes, so I'll show you where some of the places I go occasionally are, and then we can hang out and get a something to eat. If you promise to actually listen to me, we'll go tonight, ok?"
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"I most solemnly swear." he intoned, but could not help but think as an afterthought, provided where we go has more alcohol...
He should, he decided later, take some self defense training. Chances are he'd never be good for much, but if he could buy himself a few minutes to run like hell, that was better than nothing.
Besides, training would buy him more time with Henry...