Sephora Forrest
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Dec 12, 2009 11:11:01 GMT 1
Sephora couldn’t help but grin at Silas’s acceptance of her chosen taboo word. She wondered briefly whether or not he knew the translation of it, or even remembered the wine itself. It was hardly an important detail that someone was going to remember after having their memory tampered with by a vampire bite.
All of these secret traps and weapons - things she had ever seen in movies as a child, were starting to make her feel a little like a secret agent. Hell yes she was going to test it as soon as possible. She probably shouldn’t be so excited about measures being put in place to prevent her death, but oh well.
Being brought back to earth by Silas’s voice and the time, she straightened up in her seat once more. She didn’t know where they were going to find this crucifix for her - the thought of the thing making her stomach lurch unpleasantly. Shaking it off, she trusted Silas to know what he was doing. The determined note in his voice was enough to convince her that he had a destination in mind.
It was again too late when she realised why he had offered his hand. She had almost forgotten her first trip using apparition. The crushing blackness… the silence… the cold… it all came rushing back with unnerving quality. There was also the little incident with Silas’s hand. Thanks to that trip she now had a fear of small dark spaces, and having no wish whatsoever to repeat the first incident, she grabbed Silas around the middle in an attempt to make him stop. Not fast enough though… as she was pulled into nothingness again.
Terror gripped her chest, only she couldn’t scream. It didn’t even register with her at that stage that she was still holding Silas in an extremely tight bear hug… It was just too cold, too quiet, no noise, no light nothing. She impulsively wondered whether wizards were afraid of death, since she was almost convinced that apparition resembled it in every way.
Light returned, but it was not the painful blinding whiteness she had expected. Actually it was quite pleasant for her eyes. Quickly taking in her surroundings, she saw she was in a graveyard - not unfamiliar to her as she often had liked hunting in them in the past. Added to the atmosphere and all… She couldn’t see any streetlights, and the moon was blanketed by cloud so only ambient light was reaching her eyes. Why couldn’t it be like this more often? The whole scene was very gothic and rather rundown… and what was that delicious smell? She'd only ever known one person who smelt like that. Silas.
"Oh my god!" Sephora exclaimed. She was still holding onto him - she'd almost completely forgotten about him for a moment. Letting him go quickly, Sephora was more embarrassed that she’d been clinging on to him in terror than concerned about his lack of air.
“Sorry,” she mumbled, standing awkwardly out of the way. “So, um, is this the place then?” She really did have a bad track record with Apparating she decided. Ok, so she’d only done it twice, but both times had apparently painful and embarrassing results. “Did I break anything?”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Dec 13, 2009 13:24:28 GMT 1
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Thankfully Sephora realised what she was doing relatively quickly. The second he was released Silas moved backwards and had to fight the impulse to hunch over for the sake of his abused ribs. After a gasp for air and a few hoarse sounding coughs, he gave Sephora a mildly irritated look. “Wow, okay. I appreciate the sentiment but we’ve really got to work on your hugs,” he grumbled.
“Oh my god!” Sephora exclaimed once she realised what had just happened.
“You can call me Silas,” he replied automatically once he recovered, albeit a little breathlessly. C’mon, that was practically the traditional response.
“Sorry.”
“‘S fine,” he insisted. “I already know you can’t keep your hands off me. We’re at the Cathedral St. John of Damascus,” he explained, ignoring her question on if anything was broken. He was a little sore from the pressure but nothing that wouldn’t quickly fade.
Making an effort to ignore what had just happened, Silas took a moment to glance around in order to investigate where they’d ended up. Hmm, fuck. By the looks of it they’d appeared off-target from where he’d originally intended. He’d been trying to appear at the front of the church, not behind it. Oh well, could be worse; both of them were still intact and Seph hadn’t lost an arm during travel. Job well done really. Silas was fully prepared to blame the fact he’d been trying to Apparate to a location he’d never seen before instead of recognising he might actually have had too much to drink prior.
“Hang on a sec,” he ordered, muttering the words Hominum Revealio under his breath. Apparently whatever the spell revealed was good news, because Silas seemed satisfied. “Alright, just us here; the place is empty. That makes things easier.”
Giving his wand a little flick, a glowing light shone from the end more like a fluorescent lamp than a flashlight. Sephora might think the heavy darkness was all fine and dandy with her supernaturally enhanced vision but Silas could barely see enough to get by. He was hardly what you’d call night-blind, but his eyes hadn’t adjusted and humans weren’t exactly built to be nocturnal – thus the invention of streetlights to stop people walking into trashcans the moment it got dark. Although not overly bright, the wandlight did the trick nicely. Walking into a spider web wasn’t exactly the most dignified thing in the world.
“Alright, head to the back of the church, see if you can find a backdoor or something,” Silas instructed, walking slowly towards the building and eyeing the roof of the cathedral carefully. “Keep an eye out for cameras or any other sort of security and—fuck.” Right on cue an automatic light switched on, drowning the graveyard in an almost sinfully bright glare from the security lamp. Silas’s first attempt to blast it hit too far right of the mark, as did the second, but the third struck the glass like a bullet, sending shards shattering to the floor.
Silas paused only long enough to frown at the destroyed light. Okay, considering the distance he was lucky to have hit it at all, but that really shouldn’t have taken three tries. He was usually an expert at casting over distances. Okay, so maybe he’d had a bit much. Just maybe.
“Alright, let’s try that again,” he continued, gesturing for Seph to investigate the other side of the building before he continued on his own way to the left side. “Worst comes to worst we’ll just go round the front. Shout if you find anything.”
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Dec 13, 2009 16:23:20 GMT 1
Silas made several gargling choking noises and gave a few coughs, but otherwise seemed unharmed. She breathed a sigh of relief - breaking Silas’s ribs may have put a dampener on the evening. She gave an awkward cough, groping for a way to change the subject. She hadn’t meant to give him the world’s biggest bear hug - it just kind of… happened.
Sephora’s expression dropped suddenly as soon as it appeared Silas’s sense of humour certainly hadn’t been harmed by her anyway. She opened her mouth indignantly to defend her honour - however no intelligent response came to mind. He was like… old, wasn’t he? Was he really… cocky enough to think that she…? Sephora was just about ready to scream in frustration - this was entirely unfair.
Making an effort to regain composure, she took several deep breaths and dug her nails into her palm. Maybe if they got back in time she could go and terrify some dinner. Or maybe just terrify someone for the fun of it. She really needed to let off all of this emotional steam. She was going to go prematurely grey… well figuratively.
She turned her attention back to the cathedral in front of them - so breaking and entering was the plan. She didn’t mind in the slightest, she’d never been a church person anyway. She blinked in surprise as Silas’s wand lit up, but it didn’t really bother her so much. It was just kind of distracting, like someone flashing a mirror in your eyes on a bright day.
Following Silas forward, she suddenly came alert for security systems. She hadn’t needed to negotiate them really in the magical world, not human ones anyway. But now that he reminded her, it seemed to make sense that there would be. Fortunately, she did actually have experience with them and how to avoid them if necessary.
Bright light flooded the area and she was blinded by it - having her eyes adjusted to the near darkness that the cemetery had been smothered in. She cupped a hand over her eyes, shielding them, while trying to find the source of the goddamn thing but failing badly. She hoped that it wasn’t a security guard or something. She had no idea whether Silas had ditched her and run if it was since she couldn’t exactly see anything. Fortunately, the cursed thing went out with a shattering of glass after Silas hit it with some spell.
“Ok,” she agreed - maybe a little too eagerly, stalking off carefully behind the gothic looking building. For the second time that night, the feeling for the second time that evening like a spy or secret agent. Secret words, breaking and entering… she was wearing all dark clothing. She had to resist the temptation to commando roll across any patches of light. That would just be childish.
Ducking her head around the side of the building, she saw no other movement, so edged her body around slowly and carefully - wary for security cameras or the like. Taking another cautious step, she scanned the walls for any more of those nasty sensor lights - spotting one a little too late. She’d been starting right at it, and her poor eyes were not appreciating the overly bright light.
Hissing in breath she bragged a handful of stones from a garden bed and hurled one up in the direction of the offending light, only to fall far short. Ok, so she needed more power and more height. Her second throw was a little too powerful - smashing a hole in some saint’s face. Sephora would have laughed in other situations, but this only induced an annoyed grimace. It wasn’t until her fifth attempt that she finally hit her target, and the satisfying shattering of glass actually had her sticking her tongue out in triumph. Her aim was still probably being impaired by all that damn good wine she’d had earlier.
Stuff this - she was going to find Silas and his way in. Blinding lights and a little too much alcohol earlier on were impairing her judgement she decided, and besides, Silas had his wand which was a lot more reliable than her dubious aim was at the moment. Jogging around to the front of the building - this time keeping out of the way of any pesky lights, she spotted him near what she assumed was the front door. Oh well - there was nothing wrong with using the main entrance.
She’d seen a side door as she passed, but hadn’t even tried to open it. She knew well enough that she would need Silas’s magical expertise to prevent the law descending because she set the alarm system off.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Dec 15, 2009 16:38:26 GMT 1
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When they finally parted ways Silas made his way slowly along the south transept, keeping close to the wall. There was no sign of any entrances yet – not even an ease-of-access point for the gardeners. There had to be a way in somehow.
He stopped at a large stained-glass window, holding the wand close to try and peer through the glass. There wasn’t much to be seen: the inside was far too dark. Damnit. He regarded the window again, considering it. Pretty as stain glass-windows were they generally weren’t designed to be opened. Disregarding the idea of smashing one, he continued on.
Unlike Sephora, Silas only noticed the second security light along the Epistle Side when it switched on. The area around him was once again flooded with light and Silas swore under his breath. Okay, those things were starting to piss him off.
He scowled at it but held off on blasting it for now. Something to see by was rather convenient at this point so he wasn’t about to ruin it for himself. He stepped away from the wall to get a better look down the side of the cathedral for any other way in. More windows, more elaborate architecture. No doors. Damnit. Meant they’d be heading through the front then. He’d been trying to avoid that, but short of breaking a hole in a wall it’s not like he had any other choice.
Time for that security lamp to go out. Not bothering with a targeted spell this time, Silas cast a much more generalised curse which scattered everywhere similar to buckshot. That one hit a bit more successfully and the light went out with the sound of shattering glass. Better.
The gate separating the front of the church from the graveyard didn’t even make a creak when Silas walked through it. Credit to the maintenance crew, they kept the churchyard in good nick. Sephora hadn’t arrived yet, so she was either still checking her side of the cathedral or got blinded by another light. The street was in view now and Silas extinguished his wand light as a precaution before continuing.
Before walking the steps up to elevated cathedral, Silas hesitated. More lights should be guarding the front entrance, and one going off in plain view of the street would be more problematic. Thankfully the streetlights were now visible, casting a sort of surreal icy glow over the front of the building. With their aid Silas was quick to spot two more lamps flanking the massive wooden doors. Why did muggles insist on such stupid things? With the satisfying crunch of shattered glass both were taken care of, although Silas once again couldn’t help but notice his accuracy wasn’t at the level it should be.
That just left the doors. Silas moved closer, pleased to note they still had traditional locks instead of those stupid blue fingerprint things that muggles seemed to be becoming fonder and fonder of these days. This wouldn’t take a moment, and then he was free to tackle the alarms before they started blasting.
Before he could do anything the sound of heels to his left caught his attention. Sephora had arrived, albeit a bit belatedly. He glanced up only long enough to double-check that it was actually her before casting some sort of charm on the wood. Okay, maybe Specialis Revelio was paranoid to the point of paranoid here, but you couldn’t always be sure.
“Just a standard burglar alarm,” Silas said dismissively, almost as though he was a little disappointed this wasn’t presenting more of a challenge. A tap on the brass knob and an Alohamora later there was a distinct click from inside the lock. It opened easily after that, and right on cue there was a sharp beep from inside as the alarm began its countdown. Nothing was visible inside save for an almost oppressive darkness, but Silas waved Sephora though none the less before following her inside and shutting the door.
“Lumos.” The wand light returned, providing just enough light to see by and revealing a small ultramodern alarm on the wall. It was painted to try and blend in, but still stood out strangely with its flashing red numerals and bright number-pad in a place that looked ripped from multiple centuries past. Silas tapped the top of it softly and the freezing charm took hold, the beeping stopping and the numbers no longer counting down. For now, they were free to hang around the cathedral for as long as they wished.
“You’re looking for a door that leads downstairs to a sort of museum slash storeroom. It’s used for tours so the room would look rather ornate,” Silas explained, holding the light out in front of him to get a look at the walls. Annoyingly it looked like there were several doors leading to God knew where. He disregarded the closest one – considering its location to the aisles it was most likely just the priest’s dressing room. “Once you’re down there you can turn a light on and see if you can find a crucifix that gets your attention. There should be several. Size isn’t an issue, I can shrink them for you.”
The almost spooky, looming quality to the place was completely lost on Silas as he made his way through some of the pews. He did give a glance to the impossibly high ceiling though, mostly just to make sure he wasn’t missing anything important. You couldn’t rule out a place like this not to have, well— “Oh, and watch out for cameras,” he warned.
The first door he looked at was mercifully unlocked, but revealed to be nothing even vaguely what they were looking for. Some sort of supply room for the choir.
“If you want to go all out on a vampire—” Silas added as he closed the door and made his way down to the next one, footsteps almost unnaturally loud on the stone floor. “—Then your best shot is to get a crucifix with a long end and sharpen it into a shiv. They make enormously lethal stakes. Of course, the trouble with those is you need one reasonably long and thick and they’re a bit hard to fit in a handbag. At least you’re setting yourself for some funny questions. For now we’ll stick with the basic model and if you think you need something that packs more punch I’ll see what I can arrange. One of these hasn’t steered me wrong yet though.”
Next door – nothing. “Any luck at your end?”
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Dec 23, 2009 6:59:34 GMT 1
Sephora watched curiously as Silas prodded the door with his wand. She couldn’t help but feel the slightest pang of jealousy – she wanted one of those things too. They would make her life so much easier. She made a mental note to ask him later whether she night be able to get herself one.
Following Silas in the front door, Sephora was about to take a good look around for any security systems Silas may have missed when nausea slammed hard into her. She hadn’t felt sick, well in years. She’d felt terrified recently, and nervous occasionally too but those little flutters of anxiety were nothing to this. It was such an intense feeling that she actually staggered slightly. Where had this come from?
Biting her bottom lip hard and clawing at her palm with her nails, she took several deep breaths to try and get over her bout of weakness. It abated slightly when she concentrated, but didn’t go away. Fuck.
“Hey Silas,” she called out, amazed that she managed to keep most of the pain out of her voice. “Can apparition make you sick a long while after the actual trip?”
It was a long shot yes,,, but at this stage Sephora did not know what to think it could possibly be. And no, it was most definitely not her slight fear of the creepy church statues that she’d had as a small child coming back to haunt her either.
Resisting the urge to punch her stomach in frustration (or a piece of furniture) Sephora looked around the chapel to try and distract herself. Typical gothic architecture… spooky. She’d always hated the stained glass windows and the statues. Twitching her nose slightly in discomfort she moved closer to Silas and onwards, checking for a door that would lead to the room full of crosses. It would probably be just her luck that it was filled with security cameras and evil statues.
Walking over to the nearest door, Sephora tested the handle cautiously. She didn’t have a wand to get rid of anything she set off, but she took comfort in the fact that Silas was nearby and would help her should she so require it. Damn. She tugged a little harder at the handle but it wouldn’t budge. Locked. She glanced over at Silas, but she wanted to be able to do things without his help. She didn’t need him.
She shoved against the doors – they opened inwards thankfully. A slight creaking was emitted from the wood and lock – they were clearly not that strong. She shoved harder this time, and the door gave way. A thin strip of wood had cracked away from the frame, and it clattered onto the floor, the sound echoing around the… virtually empty storage room. Sephora swore under her breath – great. Just great. All that effort for a storage room. She gave a stack of chairs a particularly vicious kick, sending some of them tumbling off with a clatter. And she’d been so looking forward to being the one to find the crucifix room too.
Stomping out slightly she moved on to the next door. Of course, this one was unlocked. Rolling her eyes, she checked around in this room too, but there didn’t appear to be any crosses in here either. There was a smaller door at the end of the room, and after peering in through the glass window Sephora discovered that it was a small kitchen. So this was probably the lunch room then.
She came to her third door with lowered hopes – hadn’t Silas already found the room? This door was locked too, but was only a single door. She shoved her shoulder against it and the door did not budge at all. She took several steps back and then ran at it – sure that her speed and strength would be more than enough to defeat the annoying hunk of wood. She crashed into the door with a loud thud, and for the second time the door won the battle. “Fuck!” she exclaimed, rubbing her now very sore shoulder. There was no way that she was going to give up and ask for help now though, and there was no way in hell she was going to let a door get the better of her. She narrowed her eyes in concentration. So shoving didn’t work. Time to try a new approach. She slipped off her right shoe before lifting her leg and slamming her foot into the door near the lock. Pain jarred up her leg, but she grinned in victory when the satisfying crack of wood met her ears.
Pushing the door open, she peered inside to be met with total darkness again. Fumbling around just beside the door, she located the light switch and flipped it on. This time she closed her eyes beforehand and let her pupils gradually adjust to the change in brightness before reopening them.
Bingo. The ancient fluorescent lights reflected brilliantly off numerous glass cases containing just the thing they had been looking for.
“Hey Silas!” she called out, “I think I’ve found them!”
Stepping fully into the room, she explored around, perusing the stock so to speak. There were fifty million different ones – why anyone would want that many she could not understand, and the collective mass of them were definitely giving of a noticeable vibe. Pressing onwards anyway, she came towards the back of the room where the obviously more expensive crucifixes were found – encrusted with jewels and precious stones. They were so shiny.
“Ooh, I like this one!” exclaimed Sephora, pointing to a particularly large ornate cross that was gold with any number of pretty stones set in it. Wouldn’t that look lovely with some of her clothes… If Silas asked, she would tell him that it would make the most amusing scar on a vampire if she managed to nab one. As if she was going to say it would make the best accessory.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jan 2, 2010 13:25:15 GMT 1
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He replied with an automatic non-committal “Hmm?”, only sparing Sephora a quick glance and somehow completely missing the note of anxiety in her voice.
“Can apparition make you sick a long while after the actual trip?”
Okay strange question. He turned to look at her once he was done with the alarm, a thoughtful frown on his face. “Not that I’ve heard.” It made newbies feel sick directly afterwards, but that was about the extent of it.
Hang on. Silas let his gaze drift up at the wide ornate domes in the ceiling and slipped his hands in his pockets. That might explain it.
“It might just be the church,” he proposed, looking at her again. If she honestly felt that sick she was doing a good job of hiding it, but it didn’t take him long to notice she was digging her nails into her hands again.
“You do everything in halves right?” he asked rhetorically. “Well vampires can’t step on consecrated ground. Just remind me to make you walk in and out of the church when we’re done to see how you feel. But first, we’d better find that crucifix.”
Silas’s bout of ill-luck continued as he resumed the search through the cathedral. He’d just finished checking the second (equally useless) room when there was a sharp wooden cracking noise from the other side of the church. Probably just Seph breaking open a door. He was going to have to repair whatever damage she made on their way ou—
CRASH!
Silas’s head snapped around in the direction of the noise instinctively, wand raised. What the fuck was—
Right on cue Sephora stalked out of a room with a grumpy look on her face. Silas lowered his aim. Great. Was she going to try and break the whole church while they were in here? “Jesus attack you?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow before looking away again. Oh well, she could smash what she liked; he knew full well the therapeutic value of taking your temper out on random objects. Jacaranda could attest to that, but he’d made a point to try and avoid scaring her lately.
Looked like he was out of doors to search on this side of the building. Jesus fuck, if this place was the wrong church he was going to be pissed.
Erk, better ease up on taking the Lord’s name in vain. Silas wasn’t a religious man – never had been – but the whole thing with the vampires had given him a bit to think about. Crosses were so ordinary yet they definitely had some sort of power against vampires that wasn’t magical. He should know, he’d run his own crucifix through enough tests. He didn’t believe – still didn’t – but that didn’t stop him giving a suspicious glance up at a fresco of Christ on the ceiling. He just didn’t like the idea that someone other than him was dictating his own destiny.
There was a dull thud followed by another loud crack and Silas looked over at the direction of the noise. A light flicked on and Sephora’s voice rang through the darkness, magnified by the echoing building. “Hey Silas! I think I’ve found them!”
About time.
He hadn’t even taken five steps when a glint on one of the columns caught his eye. The light Sephora had just turned on was reflecting off a camera lens. Well, shit.
Without stopping to think he quickly cast another freezing charm. How much had it recorded already? Or was it even recording? There was no red light, so shit. He could vaguely remember that red lights meant something bad. It was aimed at the storeroom, so, fuck—did that—? Silas looked behind him. The entrance and the doors he’d checked didn’t seem to be in the devices line of sight. Not that it mattered; it wasn’t like he had an identity in the muggle world for them to identify, but still. Seph was— ... Oh who gave a shit about Seph? Theoretically the charm should knock out the camera and everything connected to it, including other cameras and equipment. They’d be fine. Fucking muggles and their technology.
The fluorescent lighting was appreciated and Silas flicked off his wand-light when he got to the foot of the stairs. The display room looked a lot newer than the old cathedral but was clearly built to try and recapture the style of the main architecture. There were more colours for one, especially on the decoratively tiled floor and polished ceiling slathered in religious designs. All around were lines of display cases with everything from ancient crosses to other miscellaneous artefacts, including some objects that looked new. Bronze plaques were drilled into the boxes with pointless facts about what was contained inside.
“Romantic little setup,” he remarked offhandedly, eyeing some sort of candle bracket before continuing on.
Another camera, left corner. He cast the charm to deactivate that one with less concern.
Sephora looked happy, so he loitered around what looked like a set of old weapons while she browsed. Something about them being authentic Roman or something, but wasn’t paying much attention. Instead just let a finger lazily trail along the glass as he walked as though checking for dust.
“Figures,” he grumbled as though to himself. “I had a supply of anti-vampire weaponry, custom built by Hunters, but I sold it all a little under a month ago because I didn’t think I’d need it again. There was nothing this old or holy though, so it might have worked out for the best. I’ll see if I can recover anything for you later”
Actually no, he hadn’t sold it: he’d lost it. No one needed to know that. After Cain and Dacian ‘died’ he’d just forgotten where he’d put it. After all, he wasn’t stupid enough to keep all his illegal wares in one location: everything was scattered around the U.K and Ireland, usually in some sort of rotation system. It was more secure, but unfortunately it also occasionally made it harder for even him to track. His memory was notoriously poor at the best of times, and it wasn’t like he could write himself a ‘Top Secret: This is where I keep my contraband, no one read or report to the Aurors’ list and pin it up in his office.
Finding the stuff was now officially on this to-do list.
“Ooh, I like this one!”
Silas looked up when she started gesturing at one of the crucifixes. Huh. The big shiny one. Of course. Not that he was surprised; he already knew ‘woman’ was synonymous with ‘magpie’.
“Little ostentatious don’t you think?” he remarked offhandedly, visually taking in all the decoration as he got closer. The little plaque beneath it proudly decreed the crucifix as being from 19th Centruy France, circa 1850. Owned by some queen or something. “Although if you want to take out a vampire you might as well make a statement while you’re at it. Fine. Nice choice.”
A movement from his wand later and the glass box surrounding it vanished into thin air. The crucifix, originally about two feet long started shrinking rapidly, like watching a tree grow on a speeded up tape in reverse until it settled at just over two inches. Silas picked it up comfortably, testing the weight and feel of it in his hand before tossing it in the air and catching it again.
What the fuck was that charm aga—Oh yes. Silas lay the tip of his wand against the top right of the crucifix. Nothing seemed to happen, at least until a small amount of gold shavings started to appear from the other side as though an invisible miniature drill was forcing its way through, leaving a small hole.
Finished with it, he passed it over. “You’ll have to find a chain yourself I’m afraid. Anything I conjur’ll just vanish in a few hours and you don’t want to lose it when that happens.”
He looked back at the door Sephora had smashed her way through. “I think we’ve outstayed our welcome. Let’s just test the ‘churches hate your nervous system’ theory then we’ll leave. Let’s go.”
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jan 4, 2010 16:40:19 GMT 1
Sephora tutted quietly to herself when Silas mentioned something about her crucifix being too shiny. What would a guy know anyway? She was unlikely to use the damn thing any time soon, so she wanted to at least look decent when wearing it around. After all, there was no way from now on she wasn’t going to have it on her at all times.
Sephora watched with started and curious eyes as the glass simply vanished and her new shiny weapon was shrinking to about the size of a necklace pendant. She wanted to be able to do magic tricks like that! Her eyes never left the crucifix however, in a similar way to an animal following a treat as it was swung around. It truly was rather beautiful and would make a nice addition to her jewelry collection as well as being a kickass weapon at the same time.
When Silas handed it towards her, she reached for it with eager excitement, weighing it up in her hands.
“Thank you,” she murmured, running her finger along it. Ouch! She pulled her hand back with a jerk, but continued to gaze at it with glazed over eyes. Damn she’d forgotten how unpleasant these things were to hold, which was surprising with her stomach reminding her with a new painful jab every two seconds. All the same, it was so pretty!
A chain was no problem; she already had several in mind that would suit. (Of course she’d already thought about what she’d wear it with too, and the other matching accessories).
Coming to her senses again slightly, she headed back out the door which she had quite thoroughly destroyed. Still, it was good anger management and very satisfying. She noticed that the jarring nausea did fade a little when she left the room and the closer proximity of the numerous holy objects. Perhaps Silas’s theory was correct after all. It wasn’t as if she had anything better to explain it either. It was times like these that she was glad she was a half vampire. She couldn’t even imagine how painful it might be to be a full vampire right now. Actually, she’d probably be dust or something if she was a full vampire right now.
Throwing a glance behind her, she saw Silas mending the path of destruction she’d left behind. She began to shift her weight from foot to foot while he finished up, impatient to leave and get rid of the revolting feeling in her stomach. I then occurred to her that leaving would mean having to go home and face the shadows again. She silenced the brief moment of panic and fear with a firm hand. She was more than ready to take on any threat that may wish to harm her at this point. Silas had been kind enough to make sure of that.
She practically trotted out the door when she was sure Silas was pretty much done. The second her body exited through the wooden door, it felt like a stone or some great weight had been lifted from her stomach. So it was the church then. She stepped back inside just to be sure, and the feeling slammed back into her. Yelping, she lept right back outside into the chill night air and stayed there, waiting for Silas to catch up.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jan 17, 2010 8:51:52 GMT 1
[atrb=width,450,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_bg.png,true][atrb=valign,top] | [rs=2][bg=ffffff][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v321/1300666/Characters/Silas/Scripts/sigpostscript_mainbg.png][atrb=style,background-position:top;background-repeat:no-repeat;] Sephora seemed more than pleased with her new little trinket. Okay, mild understatement, she looked as though she’d never seen something so shiny in her life. Not that he minded: Sephora was visualising matching bracelets, Silas was visualising a cross imprint on Dacian’s face, and as long as B was achieved at some point she could fantasise about A for as long as she liked.
Silas gave her an automated smile when she took his suggestion they leave. He didn’t harbour any particular resentment for churches but they weren’t the most pants-wettingly exciting places on the planet either.
He trailed along beside her with no particularly hurry, instead taking advantage of the light to pull one of his sleeves up a bit to check his watch. The 6th hand of the clock was vibrating irritably, pointing firmly at some sort of rune marking, which either meant he’d forgotten something or was late for something else.
... Errr...
Fuck it.
Couldn’t be that important or the damn thing would have tried cutting off the circulation in his hand already. What mattered was that – according to hand number 3 – it was starting to crawl into the early hours of the morning. There was always the hope Sephora would opt to go home but he doubted she’d be thrilled at the idea of being unceremoniously dumped. Especially seeing as she’d almost been, you know, eaten. People tended to get clingy after shit like that.
He stopped walking and let her pass through the exit to the display room first. The pause let him get a good eyeful of the door. Yikes, she’d really managed to make a mess of the doorframe. What else had Seph gone and smashed that was likely to leave traces? Okay, well, the huge missing cross was likely to be a red flag that someone had gotten in, but it was more fun to leave everything pristine and people guessing.
Silas turned off the light and stepped back into the cathedral. The wooden strip that had been torn off by the force of Sephora’s kick flew back and neatly arranged itself with the splintered wood, melding back seamlessly before door closed and swung shut, re-locking itself with a faint clack as though it had never been touched.
The other items Sephora had managed to wreck in one way or another did similar impressions as he strolled past, aimlessly flicking his wand at anything that looked out of place. The stacks of chairs were none too silent when they clashed and clattered back loudly into their original positions, scuffling over who had been stacked on top of whom.
Seph was already waiting for him when he drew up to the massive oak doors again. “That was fun,” he remarked absently, putting his hands behind his back and glancing back up at the same fresco that had caught his attention earlier. “Not bad for a first date.”
... Yeah okay, he really couldn’t help himself.
When Sephora stepped in and out of the building Silas kept a close eye on her. Judging by the way she made a sound like she’d just sat on a tack then sprang back outside again, his theory was correct. Ergh. Not fun news. As if she had the power to crush a man skull with her bare hands yet there was no way to keep her out of anywhere. “Well that answers that. We’ll need to find out later if the rule only applies to churches.”
It was hard to tell if it was colder inside the cathedral or out of it. Fucking winter. Silas pulled the large door shut, poking the lock with his wand to close it again properly. It was painfully dark now, no thanks to the fluorescent lighting of the display room fucking with his vision again. Fuck it, they were out of the building already, who cared if anyone saw anything? The light returned to the tip of his wand again, casting the immediate surroundings in a cold white glow.
Another glint. Silas looked up. Ah, so that’s where camera numero tres was hiding. “Immobulus,” he muttered, aiming the wand up at it casually. Stupid things.
“Okay, unless you got somewhere else to be I’m taking us back to London,” Silas proposed, stepping slowly down the front steps. “First three rounds are on me for a successful vamp evasion and robbery. I’d say you’ve earned yourself a drink.” Disregarding the fact Silas’s idea of what deserved drinks also spread to include: ‘waking up’, ‘being near alcohol’ and last but not least, ‘existing’.
“Are you okay to Apparate? Else we’re legging it to the nearest magical settlement and that’ll set us back at least an hour, depending on how fast you can walk.”
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Sephora Forrest
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jan 17, 2010 12:36:15 GMT 1
“That was fun,” remarked Silas, and Sephora couldn’t help but agree with him. When was smashing down doors and getting shiny weapons not fun? Never, that’s when. She did yelp at his next statement though, rather indignantly in fact. This had not been a date. Since when did robbing a church count as a date? Besides; the only dates she’d had involved dinner afterwards, and after her first evening in Hogsmeade, that wasn’t likely to happen again. By this point she almost valued Silas’s protection over what he tasted like.
She didn’t reply; since that only seemed to provoke similar comments, so she simply pouted slightly and zipped her lip to ponder what he’d said about churches. “So what? Vampires can’t go into churches and other places too?” The more she understood about vampires the easier it was for her to know to be wary around and such. Nothing that affected a vampire so strongly seemed to affect her as much, so maybe like the term Silas had labelled her as - half-vampire - everything was halved for her.
She blinked as her eyes adjusted to the darkness again, and smiled because this had really been rather enjoyable since she’d felt safe, secure and confident hanging around a guy with a wand who would blast any leering vampire that came near.
She worried about what would happen when she got back to London - she didn’t want to go back to the Three Broomsticks. Dom knew she was staying there. From now on, she was only going to spend whatever time was absolutely necessary there and find somewhere else to hang out in London perhaps. The further away from Hogsmeade the better until her nerves calmed down. Tonight she’d see if she could stay as close to Silas as possible until the sun almost was up before heading back to her room at the last minute. She could get away with walking around in very little sunlight, but any more and her skin would suffer.
She did perk up at the idea of more alcohol. Especially if she wasn’t paying for it. And Silas would be there to keep an eye out for danger. But then again, how would Dom or any other vampire for that matter know where they were? Somewhere obscure that a vampire wasn’t going to find any time soon, especially if they had been like her when she’d first arrived and didn’t know how to use the Floo Network.
“Sounds like fun,” she replied enthusiastically, seeing as a false sense of confidence, alcohol and shiny gifts could have this affect on her. That and shoe shopping, but there was o way a male wizard like Silas would be taking her shoe shopping if they were in their right minds.
“But there is no way in Hell you’re going to get me Apparating right now,” she replied, the slight smile dropping off her face faster than a person being pushed off a cliff. “That is unless you want to find out what I was drinking before I met up with you - my stomach’s a little delicate at the moment.” Nothing a few drinks wouldn’t fix. Actually, they’d probably make it worse, but at least she wouldn’t remember it.
“So I guess walking it is,” she finished, trying to regroup her wandering thoughts, “So, er, want to lead the way?”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Jan 21, 2010 16:57:34 GMT 1
“So what? Vampires can’t go into churches and other places too?” Sephora questioned.
Silas glanced up. “Something like that,” he answered noncommittally. Not because he wanted to deliberately keep her in the dark, but because he wasn’t entirely sure. “I’d like to check if it’s just Christian buildings or, say, if Zeus’ll lightning-bolt someone’s arse if they step in his temple. Theoretically the rule should stand for other locations of religious faith, but I don’t trust everything I read.”
Seph’s quick response to the idea of free drinks made one corner of his lip quirk up amusedly. Heh, he’d have thought she’d be wary of that sort of invitation after the date comment, but either she’d forgotten, didn’t care, or just wanted booze. Woman after his own heart in which case. Who cared. He felt like a strong cognac.
The only issue was Sephora’s steadfast refusal to Apparate. A mild irritation had already started to flutter up about the waste of time before he realised that, fuck, he didn’t exactly have anything else to do. Scores was officially not his problem as of thirty minutes ago while the builders began the upgrades. That meant all he had waiting for him was more Horcrux research, and surely that could wait, couldn’t it? Christ, he suddenly loved having free time.
“Long moonlit stroll it is,” Silas replied, offering Sephora the top of his hand to help her down the steps. He was vaguely surprised when she took it, seeing as he hadn’t been all that serious to start with. Must be the cathedral. Brought out old gentlemanly habits ruthlessly drilled into him by dear old Sanya.
Her comment about him not wanting to find out her stomach contents lingered on his mind longer than it should, even when he started walking down the wide path towards the street, wand lighting up the way ahead. “And screw it. I’m going to guess,” he added, slipping his free hand into his pocket and looking in Seph’s direction. “Let’s say 6’2”, blond, blue eyed and O+. Where am I? Hot or cold?”
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