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| Griffin Reeve | Apr 9 2009, 08:04 PM Post #1 |
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Darkness beset, and the streets did empty, carrying with the departing bodies the noise and bustle of the passing day. In contrast, the vast sky filled, with many twinkling lights to alight the blackened shrowd that befell the land that lay below. It was in this shadow that the beings of the day did slumber, and in this shadow that the beings of the night did rise. It was in this shadow that he awakened. With the last sunlight's ray vanishing past the horizon's shield, the nocturnal being returned from his place of rest for his nightly patrol through Reine's silent streets. The few odd late-stayer and apparent nightbirds passed the figure with little word, either drunk or exhausted from their busy day. Few lights darted the streets in a manner to guide the nightly strays, but he had no use for such convenience, for his sight could see through the darkness that surrounded. It was in that where he was best suited, and certainly most at home. If home should ever be called such a desolate and empty place. As was his time-to-time routine, when nothing of interest was about, he slipped into the nearest tavern with barely a click of the door- a quiet phantom, too accustomed to leaving sleep undisturbed. This quirk did give the night shift's tender a rise, before a calming breath told him that it was the same nightly regular he had known on nights prior, and returned to his work with a shake of his head. No matter how often they'd seen the night dweller, no bartender in Reine had yet gotten used to his ghostly habits. He, however, strode confidently to the nearest seat, sitting back in his chosen chair as he only made himself comfortable without thought for a drink. Or so it would seem to appear, as for drink his mind did long, but not for the kind the establishment cared to spare. For that purpose, he remained silent, mulling over the thought of attempting a substitute, although he knew the effort for its lack of worth all so well. "A glass of your finest, if it isn't a trouble." He at last called from his seat, red eyes drifting over as the man immediately went about filling a glass for the peculiar guest. With a thankful smile passed, Nick pulled from his pocket the appropriate coin, and rose up again in order to exchange it for his requested liquor, before returning to his seat. With little hope, he raised the glass, and sipped thirstily at its brim. As was expected, it brought not a drop of relief to his longing hunger, and so little pride even as the taste slid over his tongue. Resigned to accept what the drink could not provide, he slowed to savor it, intent to take in its fine taste as a distraction. A weak man indeed, was a vampire lacking the will to feed. It was an awkward topic to approach with anybody, more so for one as deprived from society as he himself had become. But he held strong the morals of his humanity, that he should never bite without the victim's consent. |
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| Nicola | Apr 13 2009, 07:30 PM Post #2 |
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The day had been a far longer one than she had at first imagined. All she had wanted to do was travel to Reine without a fuss, but she should have learned years ago that a noble in her position couldn’t do anything without a fuss. Though the city of Reine was not that far from her hometown of Kinaldi, and the trip should have taken several hours at most, Nico had a few unexpected guests which delayed her arrival. The noble had been planning the trip for several weeks now, knowing full well when the majority of the merchant vessels returned to the busiest port in Soto. She had plenty of social gatherings that she was supposed to buy dresses and jewelry for, but if she happened to spot a new dagger, she would probably be inclined to purchase that as well. Her father had waited until the very last minute, literally only informing her just before she left, that she was to be accompanied by two of his better men…just in case. At least he was smart enough to know that if he had said anything sooner than the last minute, Nicola would have refused. As it was, by the time he brought it up, she was too anxious to get on the road to say no. The man did his best watch over the only daughter he had, so it was difficult to be too upset with him. The two soldiers slowed her trip considerably, as she now had to follow the pace that they set instead of set her own. The trip had taken most of the day, and the sun had just set when they entered through the city gates. The darkness did bring about one very helpful thing; cover. It was not difficult, once the three of them had settled into rooms at an inn, for her to slip away into the blackness of the city streets. At least the night was warm enough that she was comfortable in the long sleeved linen dress that she wore, though it was perhaps more suited to travelling than wandering about in public. All she wanted was some peace and quiet, some time to herself, and perhaps something to eat. She wandered through the emptying streets of the city, gazing around with her dark brown eyes in search of a place where she could find a bite. At this point she didn’t even care what type of place she went to or what kinds of foods the establishment sold. She only knew that she wanted food. So she picked a tavern at random, as it seemed that most of the nearby buildings were taverns, and walked inside. The place was nearly empty save for the man behind the counter and one other occupant sitting by himself at one of the tables. The room was quiet, almost too quiet, now that the sounds of the street were out of her ears. She walked up to the bar as silently as she could, not wanting to break the tension she felt she had created simply by walking inside. She ordered bread and fruit, apparently the only food the man knew how to cook, and a glass of wine, before turning back towards the rest of the room. It was odd, for now that she was in an almost completely empty room void of anyone that she knew, she felt suddenly alone. She wasn’t used to going places and not seeing people that she knew. Perhaps she was just going to have to attempt to make new friends. She held her head up and walked over to the only occupied table and the pale skinned, dark haired man that sat there, carrying her plate in one hand and the wine in another. She made sure that she could prevent her voice from shaking before speaking. “Would you mind if I sat down here?” She refused to give a reason for her wanting to sit at the only occupied table while plenty others sat void of any presence. She daren’t tell the truth that she merely wanted to be in the presence of another to ward of the isolation, but she also thought that if she gave a reason for wanting to sit there that it would be easier for him to think of a reason for her not to. Edited by Nicola, May 1 2009, 02:56 PM.
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| Griffin Reeve | Apr 25 2009, 09:15 AM Post #3 |
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A sweet drink, that rolled off his tongue with warm, mapley texture. Or was that his imagination now? He withdrew the glass from his lips, tilting it to swirl about its reddish contents in a fit of examination. It was pure liquid, but, however warm, it certainly was not thick as syrup. That implied a mind gone hazy had made move to attempt to blend fantasy with reality against his wish. Gritting his teeth at this revelation, Nick set the glass aside. What damned a thing was a vampire's curse. As the second patron stepped in, the quiet atmosphere that the nocturnal had kept was scarcely broken; the surroundings held their dead silence, which was yet so fitting to himself. But he held no delight in the aura of death that resounded, and kept half an eager eye on the mistress who had so imposed. Wary of his stare, his gaze departed, fixated on the loathesome glass that tempted his unwelcome hunger. To say it was delight when she, of her own volition, opted to join him at his seat, would be anything short of an understatement. Yet the feeling held to it a sort of disappointed chime- he had no desire for any to associate theirselves with a demon such as his self. But even that wish could not dissipate the lonely longing, thus he welcomed her with his cursed charmed smile, and a gentlemanly nod of his head. "Why, dear Dove, it would be a pleasure to sit with you. This room is so devoid, and the night so bathed in..." Uncharacteristic to his natural charm, the fanged one trailed off, searching for a word to befit this night. He had truly meant, of his own heart-felt distraction, to utter the word "shame", but withheld it so as not to further detail upon her the nature of the being whose company she had chosen to keep. It was better that she not know, perhaps, for he was a race so seen as unsavory. He'd hate to evoke an uproar that a bloodsucker tarried within Reine's midst. Raising a hand to press a curled finger to his lips, Nick considered the missing word with the faint tremor of a thoughtful hum, before emitting the last of his ill-thought sentence. "Solitude." The hand fell away from his lips and extended before him, opening wide its palm towards her in an inviting gesture, welcoming her to sit before him as she had so been intent. His face remained graced with a pleasant smile, as his other hand drifted over his heart in indication as his introduction was produced. "I am the night messenger, Nicholaus Finn Crowe. Might I ask a calling of this lovely Dove before me? Or shall I keep the question silent, for fear that she might fly away from me? Either way, I am content, for this night is far too quiet to take pleasure in it alone." |
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| Nicola | May 10 2009, 07:33 PM Post #4 |
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Her dark chocolate eyes kept themselves level as he smiled up at her, though she could feel an involuntary smile creep upon her own lips at the sight of his. Until this moment, when she stood so close to the table at which he sat, she hadn’t noticed how unnaturally pale his skin was. Add in the scarlet eyes that looked at her from slightly sunken sockets, and the entire effect was slightly unnerving. If not for the smile and the charisma that it exuded, she probably would have found a different table on the opposite side of the room. As it was, she set down her plate before pulling out the chair across from him and seating herself. She kept her guard up, for though she knew not what type of creature she found herself sitting across from, she doubted that he was entirely human. She picked at the grapes on her plate, popping one into her mouth as she listened to his introduction. The elegance of his speaking surprised her slightly, as she didn’t expect to find that level of refinement in such an establishment. There was a small amount of comfort at hearing his speech as well, for she worried less about her safety when in the presence of civilized people. Her own tone and wording echoed the privileged lifestyle and education in which she herself grew up. “Never keep a question silent, Nicholaus Finn Crowe. For the worst that could happen is that it shall not be answered, and when it comes down to it, that really isn’t such a terrible outcome.” She took a sip from the glass of wine before her, pinky finger raised out of habit. When the glass was once again settled safely upon the table, she responded to the question that he had set before her. “While my full name is Lady Nicola Trevett of Kinaldi, I more commonly go by the nickname Nico. Whichever moniker you deign to call me is your choice.” A hand motioned towards the plate before her; an invitation for him to help himself to a piece of her fruit if he wished it. Though a small part of her wanted to inquire as to the nature of the man, for she still wasn’t entirely certain of his humanity, she doubted the politeness of such an inquiry. So instead a different question rolled past her crimson lips. “Might I ask what brings one such as yourself out on as solitary an evening as this?” She picked a slice of apple for herself and bit it in half as she rested her left arm upon the table top directly before her. Her fingertips gently drummed the wooden surface as she waited for the response; a habit of hers was her mildly fidgety nature. If she wasn’t playing with a piece of her jewelry or running her fingers through her hair, both of which were actions that she considered to be unproductive upon first meeting someone, she had to find another way to occupy her hands. |
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| Griffin Reeve | May 11 2009, 10:45 AM Post #5 |
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He gave a soft laugh at her response, grinning more joyously than he had. What a perfect stranger to ask intrusion upon his sitting! It was a rare treat, if he dare so say it, to find one so capable of matching his own flowery manner of speaking. This one was a delight, however short lived her presence might be, for he did not expect her interaction with his life to last long: he was, after all, a reclusive creature, and had found more than once that over-exposure to a person often lead to poor results. He would not wish her association with him for any night longer than this, or she would surely find the unsavory truth. For now, Nick only graced her with a smile; one that did curiously belie his true insecurity with a stable and assured mask. His expressions were not at all telltale to the truth that he was feeling; so often was it not that one ever saw through to his fear, that the vampire was purely confident in his posture. He did have that gift to hide his emotions, it was only a matter of not knowing a person long enough for them to see right through it. "I imagine, dearest Dove, that that should depend on the nature of the question, should it not? Some questions have the unwanted fancy of causing flight in a bird, not simply the lack of a reply." Of course, he would never ask a lady a question deserving of such a response- or at least, not intentionally. But it was worth commenting the existance of such species of questions, if only to acknowledge that such were not mythical. To her name, he bore a more charmed grin, as though the utterance were a rare flower, grown of its own choosing fresh in his own backyard. "Nico... how sweet a name for so fair a dove. So then, Dove Nico, if short names be of favor, I ask that, if should you so wish, you be free to call me only as Nick. It is the natural nick of Nicholaus, as so happen be it." Her indicated offer towards her plate of fruit was rejected with a short shake of his head. He would not admit his reasoning for it, but it seemed terribly wasteful for himself to treat on the sweet items. Such would serve only as well as his drink, without any hope of nourishment and only worth the savoring of flavor. He would finish his glass, as its purpose fell roughly the same. But as he lifted the glass to his lips, the lovely lady before him posed a question that caught him just a bit off guard- for a split second, the mask fell away, only to be thrown back in place with a flourish and a broadened grin. "Why, my Dove, it is a beautiful night for strolling, and dare I admit it, I am a nocturnal oddity among the diurnal habits of men. It is habit for me to spend my evenings in this fashion; the lighting is far more favorable to my pallor than the blaring light of day." He took a quick sip and set his glass back down before him, tilting his head ever sideways with an innocent crease upon his lips. It was her turn to admit reason for her late night strolling, for she was the one existing out of the norm. "What of yourself then, Miss Nico? For what reason might so lovely and fair a lady be out in the darkest evening, where the light does least reveal her? It is no justice to your beauty to allow the moon this occasion." |
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| Nicola | Jun 13 2009, 10:06 PM Post #6 |
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As wary as she had been upon first sitting down by the mere appearance of this stranger, she was growing more comfortable in his charming presence. She wouldn’t let her guard completely down, but then she never did in the presence of a stranger. Her spy training had made sure of that. In fact she usually lied when she first met someone; she had become quite an expert at making up stories on the spot and telling them in a believable manner. Tonight she only planned on a few little lies. She nodded amiably in response to his response. It made perfect sense, it most situations. “Well I suppose that could be true, in some cases, though perhaps you just need to find a stronger bird; one that is a little less flighty?” She could hardly believe the cheeky smile on her own face after the question; she was practically flirting with a complete stranger and enjoying it. It wasn’t often that she allowed such fanciful conversation for herself, but for one night at least, she didn’t see the harm in it. Besides the gentleman across from her was most intriguing and amiable. “Why thank you. I didn’t pick the name myself, but I’m rather fond of it.” She took a quick sip of win before continuing. “Nick, then, if you so choose.” She shrugged off his rejection of her offer and selected a strawberry for herself. She did enjoy fruit very much, though she liked anything that tasted sweet. Maybe she should order a piece of cake after this, though she doubted that they served cake in such an establishment like this. She set the strawberry stem back down upon the plate before knitting her fingers together and setting her hands down upon the table in front of her. She felt oddly formal, sitting across from this stranger in a pub, yet it felt strangely comfortable as well. “It is quite the beautiful evening; I have to agree. That is one of the reasons why I find myself out this evening. A breath of fresh night air, the silver light of the moon, and the food.” She gestured towards the plate in front of her. It was pretty strange to think about now, but she really only came out to get some dinner. “I’m semi-nocturnal myself, to be honest.” This was at least partially true. She had stayed up many a night doing a job, but her preference was to sleep at night like a normal human. She didn’t question his own nocturnal habits, partially because she wasn’t sure that she wanted to hear the answer. He was pale enough that she took him at his word, but she was having too pleasant of an evening to have it ruined by strange truths. “So, Nick, are you from Reine, or are you here on vacation?” She wanted to keep the small talk going, as she was having a most agreeable time. She was growing more relaxed the more they talked, though that could have been simply from the wine. Nico felt herself willing to open up more, give more of her story. He seemed to be the type that was more than willing to listen to a fair dove such as herself. “For me, I am in town merely for the sights and sounds. I grow tired of the daily tirade in Madrid. I’m a dressmaker there.” And there were the lies; they came so easily to her now. She wasn’t even where she came up with the trade as a dressmaker, though she supposed she enjoyed fashion enough that it would be a simple lie to keep. The key to any good lie was in the details. |
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| Griffin Reeve | Jun 17 2009, 11:16 AM Post #7 |
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He was perhaps as comfortable in her presence as she was in his. It was genial, without being intimate, maintaining the loose formality of strangers while emitting the informality of friends. They were far from close, but yet not distanced as was the usual stranger. "Ah, but to have a stronger dove would require a more extensive relation. It is quite difficult to judge a bird upon first meeting, after all. Which is due, precise, to why I shall never know for certain my avians, as I never find myself in company of a dove for very long. If not for myself they take flight, then it is I that does the flying. I'm quite afraid that I do not often know a person for very long." It was the truth, for if he did not frighten them off, then he was apt to grow frightful. Nick was a very self-concious man, and the extended presence of another did make him exceptionally nervous as a fact. He was so particularly guarded of his nature, that he feared so well the possibility of one discovering it. Any closer to this heaven-sent dove before him, and he would begin to grow restless. As he did now, as she asked him for his purpose in the sea-side city. His gaze fell fast to the table, fixating upon his own wine glass in guise of idle fascination. Delicately he retrieved it from its stable place and lifted it quickly to his lips, speeding through the motion in an attempt to hide the distinct tremble of his hand as it kept hold of the glass. She was getting close in a relatively short amount of time- he was not used to this, and the revelation made him begin to panic. As much as it frightened him, however, he forced himself to keep a steady face. He could make it through this, he was certain, as long as he kept talking. "Well, no... I hail from Ashoka, as it were. Right from Eldahar, but I have grown to wander, and here only happened to fall in my direction." The glass was replaced before him and his hands came together to correspond in some nervous interaction. Still Nick's eyes only fleetingly met Nico's, more inclined to watching his fingers mull about in a purposeless twiddle. Meanwhile, he continued to speak, determined that he could keep his cool. "My work, actually, happens to be of a wandering sort; like I had said in my introduction, I am a night messenger. I deliver messages by night, and that sort of work sends me off and around quite often. It can be awfully surprising just how many decide to send letters at so late an hour... but lately, I admit, there has been little use for me. It would seem I have perhaps been forgotten by those whom had once kept my name in honor. It's a shame." His restless fingers at last came still as Nick managed to settle himself down, raising his gaze to meet hers once more with a slight smile on his lips. Head tilted curiously, he regarded her as though his intent had not been to avoid her all along. The vampire was fairly good with a mask, but never too well with the denial that he felt in his heart. "A dressmaker? What coincidence! My mother happened to have been a seamstress. It's a fine work, if I dare say, but I could never quite pick up the knack for the needle- have never been the dexterous sort of fellow in all my life. Being a carrier suits me well enough, though... I don't suppose a seamstress of Madrid would happen to have use for a night delivery boy?" |
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