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tampered2007-11-21 09:43 am
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[Completed] Dinner and a Movie
When; After this conversation yesterday.
Rating; R, for possible sex & gore & swearing & cow-eating?
Characters; Ophelia [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
therippling] & Tetora [eye_see_luc_y]
Summary; Ophelia wants a cow, but not a whole cow, and Tetora has some spare money lying around, so might as well spend it, right? Two murderers get together for some inept fumblings in the world of romance.
Log;
Tetora wasn't entirely sure why he was doing this, and that was very nearly a first. He had been strangely calm since taking the zero pill and Amamiya and Shinji reached a balance. He had decided to take down Gakuso, but there was no Gakuso here. He had the soul of Lucy Monostone inside of him and could cause mass mayhem with a thought, and yet he wasn't. Why? And, more importantly, why was he carrying two steaks in a take-out bag to the forest to eat them with that woman?
Shifting the bag from one hand to the other, he paused at the edge of the forest and looked around discreetly. She'd better show up, it had been a lot of trouble to get the restaurant to understand he only wanted one of the steaks cooked, and only rare at that. Who really gave a fuck about food inspections when you held a knife to their throat? And he really didn't want to ruin his shoes in all that dirt.
Rating; R, for possible sex & gore & swearing & cow-eating?
Characters; Ophelia [
therippling] & Tetora [eye_see_luc_y]Summary; Ophelia wants a cow, but not a whole cow, and Tetora has some spare money lying around, so might as well spend it, right? Two murderers get together for some inept fumblings in the world of romance.
Log;
Tetora wasn't entirely sure why he was doing this, and that was very nearly a first. He had been strangely calm since taking the zero pill and Amamiya and Shinji reached a balance. He had decided to take down Gakuso, but there was no Gakuso here. He had the soul of Lucy Monostone inside of him and could cause mass mayhem with a thought, and yet he wasn't. Why? And, more importantly, why was he carrying two steaks in a take-out bag to the forest to eat them with that woman?
Shifting the bag from one hand to the other, he paused at the edge of the forest and looked around discreetly. She'd better show up, it had been a lot of trouble to get the restaurant to understand he only wanted one of the steaks cooked, and only rare at that. Who really gave a fuck about food inspections when you held a knife to their throat? And he really didn't want to ruin his shoes in all that dirt.
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Ophelia smiled altogether innocently, and perhaps she could have appeared innocent, except for the broad claymore sword on her back, nearly as tall as she herself stood, except for the armored on her shoulders and arms, waist and boots, and the thin, supple material of her tight clothes that allowed for movement and control. Not to mention the look in her eyes, wicked, that belied any possible mistake for innocence that she could convey with the soft smile of lips.
"You came, Lucy." Was what she said, sizing him up easily, always did that when she met people, compared them to other people and to their strengths and then to hers. Because strength was everything.
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"Of course I came," he mumbled, jerking his chin up in pride. "I said I would, didn't I?"
Shaking off the nervousness he always felt being around someone he knew was stronger than him, Tetora looked around casually, affecting boredom.
"Where are we going to eat?"
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"Sometimes people lie." Ophelia pointed out, gesturing with a small hand before holding them out in a "give me give me" sort of gesture.
"... Right here?" She cocked her head quizically.
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"Here? On the ground?"
He was going to ruin his pants. Shit.
Wrinkling his nose, he pulled the plastic bag free of the two take-out containers and spread it over the dead leaves on the ground before carefully sitting down. Aside from the rainforest that he had arrived in on his first day in the city, he had never been so close to nature. Literally speaking.
"Anyways, I don't lie," he replied, sorting out the cooked from the uncooked meat and passing it over to her greedy hands.
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"That's sort of silly, don't you think?" She smiled, nestled into the ground and leaned back against the steel, hungrily ripping the beef apart and trying to eat it neatly, though she was a messy eater, messy killer by nature, crimson hands, gnawing.
"Ah, but... I guess it doesn't matter." Silver eyes blinked, and shrugged.
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Tetora grinned sharply, eyes glinting.
Her eating habits were horrible, but did not prompt any kind of reaction from Tetora. Instead, he pulled out a stolen fork and steak knife to eat with. The steak was good, but he was paying more attention to Ophelia. Her sense for chaos was so... satisfying.
"Since you are not able to kill here, what do you with your time?"
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"No one can stop me, but it gets so annnooooooying when people whine about it, so I just don't do it as much!" She shook her finger, chastising him for thinking such a thing, leaning back on her sword to kick her feet happily.
"I killed L~! And I killed that stupid bitch who always whine whine whines~ And bunches of people! But then people got so mad I had to stay with Nnoitra for a loooong time, and Nnoitra says it's best not to aggravate them so often, so they won't bother me so much, and he's right~" She finished off the small bit of meat she had left, sighing happily.
"Ah. Full."
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"People do care a lot about each other here, don't they?" he said bitterly, pulling a can of pop out of his coat pocket and flicking it open. "So much whining over one or two people."
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"They shouldn't fuck with stronger people if they know what's good for them." She inspected her hands, licking every trace of blood from them, sucking on one finger idly and speaking around it.
"Playing my games shouldn't be so damned annoying."
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Snapping out of it, the teenager finished his motion and swollowed the sharply sweet-flavoured drink. "I know," he agreed, slicing off another piece of meat and chewing it coarsely. "Although I envy them a little for being able to care that much about each other."
He hadn't meant to say that. Was that a little Amamiya slipping out?
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"I only care about..." Ophelia paused, thinking hard. "Clare. I need to kill Clare. ... and, ah, ah, Nnoitra, of course." Her brow furrowed and mouth scrunched into a thin line, rubbing her small feet together with the steel scraping noise of her boots.
"... Oh, and Isaac and Isaak!" She perked up, looking to the side where an indent lay in the leaves.
"And maybe Lucy."
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All that was left of the steak was the fatty corners and so Tetora finished off his pop and crushed the can in one hand before tossing it into the shrubbery. Licking his lips with satisfaction, he leaned back and eyed his eating partner coldly.
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"But... is Lucy a man, or not?" Head cocked, she meant it in the manner she herself had just described, still patting herself idly.
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A smirk and a light laugh. No guilt, born from nothing, personalities programmed from men long-dead? Yes, a monster. A very special kind of human monster.
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"You don't taste like a monster." She noted with a smirk, nibbling on her lips.
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"Eat lots of monsters, do you?" he grumbled, quite disgruntled. It was a little fascinating, her quirkiness, and a little frightening.
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"I eat lots of things." She supplied innocently. She'd eaten animals and people, tasted blood, and she liked it, liked the copper tang of it, the sickening feel of it.
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He had never been one of the ones who preferred mutilation or cannibalism, but he also wasn't one to pass judgment. The way her tongue moved really was quite mesmerizing.
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"Really?" She mumbled around her tongue, voice muffled. "It's just blood, mostly, right?" Silver eyes surveyed him, wondering what his tasted like.
"... I can't have an of yours, can I?" She inquired gently, a gentleness belied by her chaotic predatory nature.
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Clearly she didn't understand how much it was for him to simply have listened to her request for cow in the first place. It wasn't in his nature to give things away, even for something in return.
"And no, I don't think so."
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"Not even a little taste?" She wheedled. "Just a bit? That, ah-" The Claymore smiled sweeter. "Rosy... red...?"
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He kept his eyes on her as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the long knife (http://www.divshare.com/download/2865290-8c4) he had managed to bring with him to this world. Shaking back his sleeve, he drew it lightly across his wrist, just deep enough to break the skin. It would heal without a scar in a matter of days.
Bright red blood welled up in droplets before dripping in a line downwards, stark against the greens and brown of the forest floor. He held it out to her, frowning at the background hiss of pain.
"Here," he said snarkily, not exactly pleased. "A little taste."
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She loved the taste of blood, it made her heady, sweetly violent and roused, dragging her tongue over his wrist and repeating as she had lapped up all the blood offered, murmuring something unintelligible as she did so, tasting.
Human, he tasted human, but blood still tasted, and the smell in her nostrils made her happy.
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"Good." She commented with a hum of contentment, lapping gently before sucking a bit on the wound to draw more blood out to lick again.
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This was going a bit too far. If he let it carry on, he might become the meal. He pulled his arm away with a determined motion, fingers tightening on the handle of his knife.
"I said a little bit, not to drain me dry."
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"I was good about it." She insisted, reaching over to pat the wolf asleep beside her. Invisible wolf. She'd never quite figured out how that worked, really, but Isaak had given him to her so she didn't ask questions much.
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"Yes, you were," he said appeasingly, not quite understanding why she was patting thin air, but not about to question it either.
Pushing himself off, the ground, Tetora flipped his knife closed and slid it back into his pocket. Despite the plastic bag, his pants still felt wet, and there were drips of blood on his pants. He was going to have to go shopping again.
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"Bye-bye, Lucy?"
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"See you around."
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