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| Kemi | Mon Oct 10, 2011 11:10 pm Post #16 |
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Evals shrugged at the comment of help not being possible without being alive. "I'm quite capable of fixing myself, anyways." She said and followed Shan inside once they were invited in. While the woman spoke to Cade about his illusion, Evals looked around for an appropriate seat. Finding a couch, she sat down on the left side of it. She crossed one leg over the other and rested her folded hands on top of it. Only giving Cade a glance when he relieved himself. "Whether it's appealing or not, you should eat. It's not healthy if you don't." Evals mentioned, being an expert on the subject and everything. Turning back to Shan, "Now, would you like to begin?" |
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| Shan Orison | Wed Oct 12, 2011 2:45 am Post #17 |
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"Oh, um...Zena, there is a reason we came here," Shan said, setting on a wooden chair near Emily and clearing his throat with a cough. The revelation of Cade threw him off balance a bit. He'd never seen the disheveled figure before, and yet... Okay, Shadow, what the hell? Shan thought What are you blaming me for? Why do I want to strangle him? I don't even know him. You're the source of uncanny emotions. Explain. ....Okay, fine, Mr. "I Need a Reason to Stab Someone." How about this? You've met people and immediately like or fear them, right? Right... Well, congratulations. You've now met someone you hate on sight. Let me know when you've convinced yourself to gut him. With that, his Shadow faded back into his subconsciousness. "I'm just hoping you can help us with this, but-" "Just a moment, Shan," She said, bustling back through a door on the opposite side of ht entrance. There were two there, and she went through the one holding her living quarters. She soon returned, a chilled crystal goblet in her hand filled with what Shan guessed wasn't wine. "Your friend is right," She said to Cade, forcing the glass into his hands. "You are going to at least try to drink this. You can't go about abstaining. Trust me, I've tried. There's a bucket over there if you really feel a need for it, but try." Seemingly satisfied, Zena settled into a plush floral chair. "Alright then, what is this about?" "Well, like I was saying, we need to know if you've heard-" The front door burst open. Shan sighed and rubbed his neck. This wasn't going as quickly as he thought it would. He hoped his companion's patience would last through the two children who came running through the door. "Miss Zena, Miss Zena!" a young girl no more than seven yelled, blood gushing out between hands covering her face. "Devon broke my face!" "No I didn't. She fell down!" her companion, a slightly older boy, defended himself. "You pushed me!" "Did not!" "Did too!" "Calm down, both of you, before I replace your bones with earthworms," Zena said, walking over to them. Oddly, this worked, and the young girl let the healer move her hands away from her face to reveal a bruising, bleeding nose. "I'm sorry Shan, but this takes precedence. Come on, Marybelle. Have a seat, Devon. Ahh, Mary, you tore your skirt." "Devon did that, too." "Did not!" "Did too!" "I do not care, and continuing to blame each other will force me to tie you both to the roof to get pooped on by birds. Shan, if you cold play, that would help immensely. Come on, dear." Zena walked with Marybelle back into the leftmost door, shutting it behind them. Shan got out his violin. "Sorry about this....She'll be back soon. I'm sure." Shan began to play, activating the Mending enchantment as he did. The little boy, sitting in the chair Zena just vacated, watched with interest. "I know you," he said to Shan. "Really?" Shan said, quietly pleased. "You're that bard that plays around here sometimes. Mom says you're a worthless tramp an' I should learn a proper trade an' study at school so I don't end up like you." "Ah..." Shan said. Not much he could say to that, but Devon's attention had shifted to Cade. "Are you a vampire, too?" he asked, eyieng Cade's goblet. "'Cause that looks like blood. Mom says undead are usually horrid but Zena's a good sort. You're a rather rubbish vampire. Mom would yell at you. You've got blood on your shirt, an' you should wear clean clothes cause what if you get hit by a cart an' have dirty underwear?" Shan looked over Cade again. He'd been wondering about that. The blood looked old, but it certainly came from underneath his shirt. Did he ever change out of those rags? He was quietly pleased to notice various tears in the vampire's clothing was beginning to stitch back together. Wonder how he'd react to that, if he noticed. Edited by Shan Orison, Wed Oct 12, 2011 2:50 am.
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| Blackwell | Wed Oct 12, 2011 5:24 am Post #18 |
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Cade paled when the woman brought the goblet of blood. He held it cupped in his hands with the stem hanging down, staring into its depths with a shocked look. He hadn't expected the sudden appearance. The substance made him sick to his stomach, but the sight of it still sent shivers of desire up his spine. He tilted the glass to and fro, watching the thick, creamy fluid slide. A shaking finger dipped in, coming out with a thick red sheen. Cade lifted the finger to his mouth, closing it lips around it and drawing it clean. The texture made him begin to gag, which was quickly overrun by a sore burning where it touched. Muscles tightening, the vampire swooped on the bucket, lifting it. His back flexed, opening his mouth. No gasping for air or sickly gags sounded, only the explosive splatter of coughed blood, more of it coming out than had gone in. There were coagulated chunks attached now to the bucket's interior. “Oh, I would love to only be abstaining.” He spit into the bucket, dabbing his lips with a handkerchief, tucking the dirtied cloth into his breast pocket. The children bursting in, one of them with a face full of fresh, hot blood sent a gleam in his eyes, just barely suppressing a wide grin as the children yelled. Cadence shook his head as the girl walked away with the other vampire. "You're that bard that plays around here sometimes. Mom says you're a worthless tramp an' I should learn a proper trade an' study at school so I don't end up like you." Cade coughed, laughing into his hand at the bluntness of the boy's statement. His eyes gleamed again, this time allowing himself a smile that looked much more adoring than hungry. “Your mother's a wise woman.” “Well, I suppose I am, aren't I? Used to be a little boy like you. Now I eat them.” He bared his teeth, corners of his mouth pulled too high up to be menacing. “And I think I'd have more to worry about than a dirty pair of--” Cade stopped mid-sentence, frowning as he felt his clothing slowly shrink. No, not shrink. Just grow tighter, torn ends sewing back together, frayed patched thickening. Cade hissed, the bucket in his hand protesting as his grip began bending the metal. “What do you think you are doing?” He spat, turning and storming out the front door without another word or so much as a glance in Evals' direction. He crossed the cobblestone street and leaned against a wall, fingernails working at the half-mended cuffs, tearing the cloth where it was, undoing the repair. |
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