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When; Thursday, September 25th, 7PM
Rating; PG
Characters; Evangeline

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Summary; Autor wants to meet a vampire. For tea, Eva obliges.
Log; The young looking girl had quickly scoured the city for information. She was already aware that her secret was most likely out but it wasn't like she really needed to hide it in the first place. All pretenses of keeping magic a secret had dropped in this mostly magical world. That meant she didn't mind returning back to her own roots of being a loner and doing nothing except out of personal gain. Living in the light? Hmph. She was still content with trying to ignore Nagi's advice.

She headed out early for her meeting, wanting to look around and mostly to avoid cleaning for a while. She wore her white dress, gothic lolita style of course, with a white top hat and a white umbrella. She didn't need the umbrella for daylight walking but she used it anyways. It was that much less of a drain on her, albeit minuscule. After an hour of wandering, she finally made her way to her destination, the apartment of that boy Autor. Knowing full well she could blow in the door if she liked, she lightly knocked, hoping the boy wouldn't pick up on it so she could give him a hard time.

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Autor had spent most of the day making sure everything in his apartment was just right. It was still a little barren--he had been slowly saving up for more furniture and decorations before Rosette's watch was taken, and after that he had been too distracted with the search for it to do much else. But it was at least neat and organized, and when it came right down to it Autor didn't care much for decorations that didn't serve a functional purpose.

It was seven on the dot when he set his tea set out on the table, the steam rising from the spout on the pot a clear sign that it was full. He'd fussed over using the best quality tea he had. It wouldn't do to make a vampire angry with him--or whatever Evangeline was. He didn't have much doubt that she was really a vampire, however. Otherwise, what would be the point of asking him if he was afraid of them?

Autor was remarking to himself at how thrilling this meeting would be when he thought he heard a noise behind him. Was that a knock? It was a quiet enough (and the ticking had started to become so unbearably loud) that it was hard to tell for sure, but...he turned and walked towards the door, then looked through the peep hole to see if anyone was there.

Funny...he didn't see any--oh, wait, was that a hat? Maybe it was her? He took a moment to debate between the embarrassment of leaving someone waiting for him and the embarrassment of being caught looking out a door when no one was there. No, the first was definitely worse. With a shrug, he opened his door and looked out.

Evangeline let out a light cough when the door opened, letting Autor know where she stood. She was never a big person and since she was turned at the age of ten, she never got big. At most, she barely came up to the boy's chest. Obviously a very imposing figure for the one known as the Dark Evangel.

"I see you were on time, boy. You get points for not making a lady wait."

She closed her umbrella and set the point on the ground, putting a little weight on it. The kid looked exactly like she expected for someone that seemed so sure of himself. Glasses, inquisitive stare, and the odd hair style. Someone she'd break like a twig any other day.

Autor glanced down, raising one of his eyebrows slightly. ...She really was that short. He did his best not to smirk at their height difference. He liked having an advantage in one way or another.

"Of course. I was raised to be punctual and polite." In fact, his father was so obsessed with routine that if they ate their meals even five minutes late it was a crisis. Not that he was going to go that in depth with her.

He paused, looking at the girl for a moment. She looked even younger in person than she did on the Network...but there was a definite confident and maturity in the way she stood and looked at him. She definitely wasn't just a child.

He softly smirked. This should be interesting..."Well, won't you come in?" he said, stepping to the side and motioning with his hands towards the inside of his home.

Punctual and precise. Sounded like a typical German family. She was quite aware how everything in Germany ran like clockwork and how hell was raised if it didn't.

Regardless of birthplaces, she stepped in, walking slowly by Autor. She wasn't particularly curious about the way he had the place arranged but she did wonder why there were no roommates around. For all her years, it still was easy for things to be nerve wracking to her. If Yue wasn't around, she could have lost her mind quickly but the boy didn't seem to care.

"No roommates, huh, boy? Or did you scare them off?"

"...Hmph." Autor frowned, closing the door and following behind her. "No, I actually used to live with someone else, but the apartment was rather full and there were always people coming and going. It was too noisy. I like peace and quiet."

Of course, he was starting to wonder if that was the best decision...he thought the ticking wouldn't bother him, but after a while...

"Don't take offense, boy. I prefer to be alone myself."

Turning around, she pointed her umbrella at him.

"Where am I sitting?"

"I guess we have something in common then."

Autor pulled back slightly when she pointed the umbrella at him. It felt a little intimidating. Of course, that was probably the point...he straightened, doing his best to look confident. "I put the tea in the dining room. This way."
He motioned for her to follow him, then walked into the dining room and to the table, pulling out a chair for her to sit at.

She followed him to the kitchen. She slid her hair out of the way and took a seat at the offered chair. She set her umbrella against the table. Even though she was some kind of all powerful creature, her legs still dangled from the chair, not quite reaching the floor.

She mentally sighed in disgust, reminding herself why she preferred to sit on the floor at lower tables.

If Autor noticed her feet dangling, he pretended not to. He reached over to a tea cup and poured out some of the tea.

"How do you like your tea?"

Making sure not to put her elbows on the table, she leaned forward.

"I like it as is. I can enjoy the real taste of it that way."

She was definitely a purist. He nodded, sliding the cup and saucer over to her. "I hope this meets your expectations, then."

He poured himself his own cup and sat down at the table, watching her closely as he took his first sip. Hopefully this would work. He wasn't sure if her threat to kill him if the tea was unsatisfactory was a joke or not.

Picking up the cup, she stared over it at Autor before taking a drink. She wasn't exactly kidding about that. She wouldn't kill him but beat him to an inch of his life, maybe. She finally took a sip. It wasn't up to Chachamaru's abilities but Eva realized she was biased into liking anything her robot partner made for her.

"It's acceptable. You can ask what you want, boy."

He inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Good. He had a feeling Doumeki wouldn't be very happy if he got himself eaten by a vampire or something, particularly after Rosette's...well...death.

He cleared his throat and sat straight, confidently smiling. "Well, first off...you're a vampire, aren't you?"

Eva gave him a one eyed smile in response. No, her teeth were fangs unless she wanted them to be. It looked plainly like a normal smile, tainted with darkness.

"I am a vampire. I've been one for over 500 years."

A normal person probably would've been unnerved by her expression, but Autor had never been accused of being normal. Instead, the look and her admission sent an excited chill up his spine.

"500, eh? That would be why you treat me like a kid." He took a sip from his cup to give himself a moment to phrase his next question correctly. "So...what sort of powers do you have? If you feel comfortable telling me that."

And that was her soft spot. Eva loved to brag about her abilities when asked to. She had trained them over the years so she earned the right to brag, in a way.

"Powers? Boy, I'm the strongest mage in my world. No one can defeat me at my best."

Oh, that definitely got Autor's attention.

"So you're a mage as well as a vampire, then? Fascinating! How does magic work in your world? Incantations? Do you have to inscribe something?"

Hmph. Over enthusiastic kids. They act like they never heard of magic before.

"I am. Mages have a incantation that releases their magical power then they chant the spell in latin. Sounds pretty simple, right boy?"

He nodded. "It does!" He paused, then slowly leaned forward. "Can anyone in your world learn magic?"

Eva let out a small chuckle. Of course every young kid wanted to learn magic. That's why they kept it a secret.

"Anyone you say, boy? Maybe if you know the right person."

He eyed her for a moment. What he wanted wasn't exactly magic, he wanted to be a Story Spinner. But the more he tried for that...it never quite seemed to come to him.

But he definitely needed to learn how to fight. If he had been with Rosette, he would've been useless. Just a liability. That was one thing Autor didn't want to be.

"So..." he said, leaning a bit back in his chair and trying to be casual. "Do I know the right person?"

She took another sip of the tea, holding the taste in her mouth for a moment.

"Yes and no. Yes, I can do it. But I won't. I can fight hand to hand just fine but a mage needs someone to cover her while she casts spells."

She gave him the once over with her eyes, almost tearing him apart.

"You look like you have no skill in that area. I'm not going to go out of my way to teach someone who has zero potential. Especially without compensation."

He grit his teeth. What she was saying made sense but...he certainly didn't have to like it. He stood up from his chair and put his hands on the table, leaning forward. This is where the height advantage came in handy, at least in his mind.

"Maybe not right now, but I can learn. I'm planning to learn it, actually. I don't see where you've gotten the idea that I have zero potential--I'm a fast learner and a hard worker. And I didn't say I'd make you do it for free, either."

Eva didn't even budge from her tea.

"Do you think you're tough, boy? Walk over here and try to touch me. I won't even use any magic and limit myself to the strength and speed of a ten year old."

He froze, his expression sliding between frustration and something that almost appeared to be embarrassment. No, he didn't think he was tough. He knew he wasn't tough. That was the whole point! He needed to get stronger.

"...I think I could be tough, but I'm not now. I need to learn how to defend myself." Then, after considering it for a second, he added "I do know I'm intelligent enough not to accept the challenge of a vampire with five hundred years of experience."

She let herself crack a little smile.

"You do have some brains. How about a little test? If you pass it, I'll think about training you. But only for one type of payment."

Autor hesitated, then straightened and crossed his arms.

"...Alright. I'll take your test."

A finger popped up.

"First comes first. Are you willing to put your life on the line? If you aren't, you aren't fit to become the apprentice of anyone."

"My life?" That was an odd question to ask someone, but...if he didn't learn this, he might be dead anyway. "Alright. Yes, I would be."

"Then there we have it."

She took a final sip of her tea.

"Come back to me when you've made your mind. My price, of course, will be blood."

Blood? He winced, bringing his hand to his neck. But...well, of course that was what a vampire would ask. He could spare a little blood, right? "...Okay. That sounds reasonable."

Eva's face turned red at the fact that he thought she'd take it from his neck. That was just plain disgusting.

"You idiot! I only do fingers!"

Regardless of her age, sometimes she did act like she was ten.

"Oh...fingers?" He frowned, looking down at his hands. "...Could you get that much blood...?"

"That doesn't matter." She puffed her cheeks a little, still a bit miffed that he had such a disgusting idea. Her face finally dropped into a cruel smile.

"You may regret learning from a dark mage. You might end up finding yourself walking the same path I am. Alone."

He looked at her with a bit of skepticism and a snort. "I think I can handle that. I'm alone anyway." He shrugged. "What's so 'dark' about it, anyway? All magic is dangerous if misused."

She replied with a snort of her own.

"Dark mages use negative feelings to power their spells. Is this something cliche in your human world?"

She shook her head.

"Regardless, there is no quick path to even mastering a simple spell of creating a light source. You'll have to dedicate all your spare time to practicing on your own. You may just want to speak with a friend of mine. She worked her way from the bottom up. She's still a beginner but it might be encouraging for your mortal ego."

"Depends on the writer."

He listened carefully, considering every word. Dedicate his spare time...well, that was fine. He couldn't continue his research on Drosselmeyer here...he might as well shift focus to other areas of magic, power he might actually be able to harness for himself. "I'm ready to work as hard as I have to. ...And I think I'd like you meet your friend, if I could."

"Don't think too far ahead. We'll start on hand to hand combat first. You might want to read up on Aikido. That's all, of course, if you pass the test."

Dropping to her feet, she pushed the chair back.

"Now then, you'll have to get back to me with your answer. Think it over carefully."

Aikido. Sounded Japanese...maybe Doumeki would know about it. He nodded, his head turning over different scenarios. He could look it up in the library if Doumeki didn't know...he might want to look into vampires, as well.

"I will. I should let you know soon."

Grabbing her umbrella, she headed towards the door.

"Now, if you'll show me off, I'll be out of your hair."

"Ah...of course." He followed after her, his longer legs easily bringing him over to her side, then opened the door when they neared it. "...Thank you for answering my questions."

She tossed her head, heading out the door.

"You have unused potential, boy. Don't let it go to waste."

He paused. That was supposed to be encouraging...right? "Thank you. That's my goal."

With a final backwards wave, Eva popped open her umbrella and left, leaving the boy in his own thought.

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