Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Jan 26, 2010 13:17:01 GMT 1
Sephora pulled a face and internally shrugged at Silas’s answer - fair enough. So far she’d sort of assumed he was the walking encyclopaedia on everything vampire, so it was kind of a surprise to her that he didn’t know something. Maybe he’d just been making it all up as he went along.
Her thoughts did flick momentarily to Silas’s ‘moonlit stroll’ comment, but she didn’t say anything. From now on she was determined to give him less material to work with when it came to things like that. Kind of like a child. Don’t encourage them and they might eventually give it up on their own.
With that in mind, her thoughts stopped in their tracks when he offered his hand. Was he completely insane? Still, she was not going to be flustered by him anymore. She took his offered help down the stairs - which actually made balancing in her high heels harder, since she had no intentions of falling on him, but she managed to get down safely without tumbling or wobbling. Too much.
They set off at a pace she could cope with - Sephora was grateful that he was not one of those people who could not manage more than a dawdle at best. They could wreck any good mood she’d had in less than two second flat. As could a lot of things. But all the same, she did move a little faster than him - as was to be expected, but she made herself slow so that he could at last keep up.
She glanced at Silas when he mentioned her dinner and she offered him a half smile in amusement.
“Glacial,” she responded, the smile dropping off her face again, “First off - you have no idea how boring O+ tastes. Um, think of like tofu. You can live off it, but you wouldn’t want to. Bleah.” She even stuck out her tongue for extra emphasis.
“Secondly - it’s kinda difficult to reach a 6’2” guy’s neck when you’re my height. Unless you drop him on the ground, and no one really wants to eat their food on the floor. Try 5’8”, brunette, brown eyes and A+. But seriously, I’ve already had a bit to drink earlier on.”
It wasn’t until she’d finished ranting about how dinner was always too tall to have a comfortable meal that she realised that most people, all of whom could be seen as food, probably didn’t appreciate hearing about her dinner. Oh well, too late now.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Feb 4, 2010 14:57:16 GMT 1
Sephora was unusually difficult to keep up with. He supposed that was to be expected, what with her being a half vampire and all, but it was still irritating. He was used to always being the one having to slow down. For the life of him he couldn’t work out her hurry; she didn’t even know where they were going.
... Fine. He could play it her way. Silas rested his empty hand behind his back and followed roughly at the speed she was setting, his wand-light illuminating the cold stone path ahead of them.
“Glacial,” Sephora replied moodily before commencing what sounded like a rant about blood types. Before Silas could interject that no, he really had no idea what the fuck O+ was supposed to taste like, the girl found a metaphor that he could understand. “Think of like tofu. You can live off it, but you wouldn’t want to. Bleah,” she grumbled before sticking out her tongue theatrically to prove her point.
Urg. Yes. There was a reason he avoided tofu like the plague. “Tofu is the root of all evil.”
“ —and no one really wants to eat their food on the floor,” Seph continued before rattling off on the details of her chosen victim.
Silas looked like he was about to laugh. “No, you’re right,” he agreed cheerily. “The floor’s just unhygienic. I suppose the best way to eat someone would be on a bed after knocking them against the bed-frame then letting them sleep it off on the couch?” he asked flippantly. Yeah, okay, but the opportunity had been too good not to take. The wrought-iron gates at the entrance to the churchyard loomed closer, secured shut with a heavy chain and an obscenely clunky padlock. Silas almost scoffed. What the point of shutting them when the stone fence was right against some easily climbable trees on both sides? Muggles made no sense sometimes. In the end it was about as effective as a daisy-chain, because whatever spell Silas shot at it caused the lock to snap off onto the ground like it had just been stung.
“Hang on, I got it.” Silas grabbed onto one of the metal bars and gave the gate an experimental tug. The hinges were well oiled and despite the hefty weight it opened without too much complaint. Silas waved Seph on through, his gaze dropping lower to the swing of her hips as she passed by.
“We’re going right, then straight until the end of the street,” he helped, wrenching both his gaze and attention back onto the matter at hand. He followed Seph out then drew the gate shut behind him with a definitive clang of metal as it swung closed. After that it was just a matter of using a summoning charm on the padlock and locking it again.
They fell back into step again, Silas taking the side closest to the road. It was an unremarkable looking street, but at least the streetlights meant he didn’t need the wand any more. With a quick flick the lumos charm extinguished and Silas put both the wand and his hands in his pockets against the cold.
Seph seemed to be speeding up past him again. What the—Okay, fine. Silas increased his foot-speed just enough to edge by again. Juvenile? Oh definitely. Did he care? Absolutely not. Besides, Seph had already stuck her tongue out so she was in firm possession of the immaturity award. He needed something to do on this walk and if it happened to get the journey over faster, all the better.
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Feb 13, 2010 6:05:53 GMT 1
Sephora was pleased when Silas agreed with her hatred of tofu - health freaks who insisted it was the healthiest thing on the planet she couldn’t stand. One thing was for certain, tofu was never good for someone’s health.
She pulled a funny expression when Silas mentioned what could only be their first ‘meeting’. Hadn’t that been a disaster. “Exactly,” she agreed. “You should consider yourself privileged - most of my dinners don’t get such nice treatment.” Ignoring the fact that that was due to her being drunk at the time and had she been sober her common sense (and coordination) would have had her out of there well before things had gotten so hairy in the morning.
They were approaching the front of the church now, and Sephora spotted a locked gate. She could probably get over it via the trees with relative ease, but why take the high way when you could just… unlock the front entrance?
Stepping back to let Silas handle the gate, she remembered her thoughts about wands from earlier. How much easier would her life be if she had one of those? Walking out the gate which Silas had helpfully opened, she glanced over her shoulder and asked, “Can vampires use magic like you wizards do? Wands and all that jazz?”
If vampires couldn’t, it didn’t necessarily mean that she couldn’t - she was only a half after all. She just didn’t know how wizards were all that different to muggles apart from the little bits of bark they carried around with them.
She had unintentionally increased her pace even more to her ‘natural’ walking pace which she didn’t (and couldn’t) use in most public places a) because everyone in front of her was in the way and b) because people would look at her rather oddly. But the fact that Silas had sped up to catch her, and then got a little ahead was hardly coincidence or accident.
Seemingly innocently, she increased her speed also. There was no way that some wizard was going to out walk her. Especially if she couldn’t have his blood or his magic. She at least wanted to be able to walk faster than him… When put like that it was hardly a fair trade either!
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Post by Silas Rosier on Feb 19, 2010 13:15:16 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;] “You should consider yourself privileged,” Sephora replied jokingly. “Most of my dinners don’t get such nice treatment.”
Nice treatment? Silas gave a short laugh. So that’s what they called it these days. “I’ll keep that in mind next time you leave me bleeding on the floor and desperately trying to stay conscious,” he replied with a lopsided smirk. “I mean, you could have at least bought me dinner first.”
Sephora seemed to be eyeing his wand, and before Silas could ask what was on her mind she helpfully piped up: “Can vampires use magic like you wizards do? Wands and all that jazz?”
More magic questions? Silas gave Seph another sideward look. Although the expression itself wasn’t loaded with suspicion, the speed he’d glanced at her gave him away. Could be just an innocent query, but the idea of Seph with a wand? Eeeeh.
“They only wish.” Silas replied with an unconstrained hint of smugness. And thank fuck they couldn’t. It kept the balance of power firmly in the wizard’s court. “It’s biologically impossible for them – although we’re still working out why – and you find most wizards are inherently paranoid anyway, so of course the Ministry’s gone and made it illegal for ‘non-humans’ to even pick up a wand. And unfortunately for you, you count.”
... Although, hey, on second thoughts the idea might have some merit. Silas went quiet for a moment, staring on ahead while he mulled it over. It wasn’t like she could cause much damage with a wand even if she could use one. Hell, you needed at least five years of practice before the Ministry would even let you perform magic outside of lessons. Might be worth checking things out as a matter of interest – information on half-vampires was notoriously hard to come by due to their rarity.
“But hey, fuck the Ministry,” he added loudly. “I’ll see if I can arrange something if you want to try it out, but I wouldn’t get your hopes up. You were born a muggle right?”
It was only then he noticed Seph had managed to edge past again. Hah. The girl had a competitive streak a mile wide. “You know, if you go any faster we’re going to end up jogging, and I don’t think two people running down the street at 2 A.M in a suit and the other in 6 inch heels is really going to be all that discreet.”
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Mar 6, 2010 11:56:35 GMT 1
Sephora’s spirits dropped when Silas revealed that vampires couldn’t perform magic. Well fuck. That greatly reduced her chances of being able to operate one. And she’s been so excited too.
Silas wasn’t talking anymore, and she looked over inquiringly to try and work out why. Her expression lit up when Silas finally spoke again - now she was excited all over again. If only she could use one properly, other vampires wouldn’t stand a chance if they can within a ten metre radius of her. Despite Si’s warnings, she couldn’t help but hope for the best in this situation, because the best in this situation would be fucking awesome.
“Yeah,” she said hesitantly - she’d never liked the term, but at least she could avoid it now. “Why should that matter? You guys just poke sticks at things and say a few magic words.”
Hearing Silas’s voice, she came to a halt and turned her body around so she could face him. “You know, if you go any faster we’re going to end up jogging, and I don’t think two people running down the street at 2 A.M in a suit and the other in 6 inch heels is really going to be all that discreet.” … He had a point. Besides, even she couldn’t deny that keeping up that pace in heels was tiring to say the least.
“And these two people are in fact discreet, even though one is in a suit and the other in six inch heels, going down a street at 2 A.M so long as they’re walking?” she asked sarcastically, but dropped back into stride with him all the same.
Whatever ridiculous time later, they finally arrived to whatever out of the way town Silas had been leading them. Luckily Seph’s attention had been divided between avoiding making comments that could lead to innuendos and complaining about her feet for the last half of the journey. No matter how strong her feet were, six-inch heels were not made for walking long distances in. Almost made her wish that she’d Apparated instead. Almost.
“Ok, now I really need a drink,” she commented as they approached what looked like a typical English bar. Nothing exciting about that building, but she wasn’t going to care so long as they had some of her wine.
Stepping inside was another matter however, enough to make pause Sephora pause. This was more like it. The interior of the building was far more spacious than it appeared on the outside - surely magic was to blame. Everything was far more modern too: not the dingy booze joint she’d been expecting. Who knew you could find a place like this in the middle of nowhere. Hogsmeade needed to take some tips: this was far more Sephora’s style.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Mar 28, 2010 18:30:22 GMT 1
Despite his warning, Seph’s face brightened up considerably at the suggestion. Oh well, if she went and disappointed herself now it was her own damn fault. He’d told her the odds were slim – duty done.
“Why should that matter?” she asked, and Silas was again struck by the realisation of just how clueless she really was about magic. Having grown up around it he always took the knowledge for granted or assumed it was common understanding. He couldn’t actually remember having known someone for this long who knew absolutely zilch on the subject. “You guys just poke sticks at things and say a few magic words.”
Silas shook his head. “It’s not that simple. Magic’s in the blood, so to speak. It travels in families and family lines, which is why wizards can get pretty fussy about blood purity.”
... Aaaaand, shit, she probably didn’t know anything about that either. It was like talking to a toddler. Silas sighed and rubbed his temple. “Okay, this’ll be a while to explain.” Thankfully, time was something they had plenty of.
- - - The conversation had managed to meander quite a bit during the walk. It had started off with the basics of how magic was passed on and why muggles couldn’t pick up a wand and use it, which turned into: a brief description of how muggleborns, halfbloods and purebloods worked; how some people believed in blood purity so much that full-scale wars had been fought over it; The Second Wizarding War was hastily covered; the fact the Rosiers were an old and distinctive family of purebloods may have been mentioned at least once; and Silas’s theory was that even though Sephora wasn’t born with magical blood, the vampirism may provide her with enough of it to utilise. Although, again, he emphasised the slight chance of it actually working.
By the time they pulled up to the pub they’d managed to cover a fair amount of subjects, although Silas’s attention had started waning the moment Seph kept interrupting to address the much more pressing matter of her shoes and other shit he’d forgotten because oh crap she was talking about the shoes again.
“Ok, now I really need a drink,” Sephora grumbled as they drew up to the pub. The front entrance was fairly unimpressive, consisting of a wooden doorway sandwiched between two brick buildings. None the less, Silas jokingly thought he’d never seen a more welcome sight in his life.
“Seconded,” he agreed, pulling the door open and letting Seph slip though first. The warmer air from inside the building drifted out invitingly and Silas followed suit, glancing around quickly and spotting the sleek bar. The place was unusually modern for the wizarding world, which would have something to do with the fact the owner had married a muggle designer some years back.
Silas navigated his way past the tables and chairs, Seph in tow. The place was mostly empty, with only the last few customers still determined to cling on until they were forcibly kicked out. The sight of one red faced man almost falling asleep at one of the tables suddenly caused Silas to think. Places like this were almost an all-you-can-eat for the opportunistic vampire – Seph included.
“So how do you usually hunt?” he asked, not caring how off-the-wall that probably sounded. It followed his own train of thought, and that was all that mattered. Who knew, the answers might lend some insight. “I mean, I know the basics,” he explained, drawing up to the bar and leaning an elbow against it in order to face Seph. Find target, stalk, bite. Easy enough. “But—”
The bartender chose that opportunity to clear his throat pointedly. The last thing he wanted was to stand there for ten minutes while the newest retard customers had their own conversation.
Silas's attention deviated away from Seph for a moment. “Err, shit,” he fumbled. “Bottle of Chernyĭ Pauk and a glass of Vino Sangré for the lady, thanks.” It seemed like a safe bet. He’d never once seen Seph order anything else.
The man moved off to find the orders without saying a word.
“What I mean is: What goes into the process?” Silas continued, digging into one of his inside-jacket pockets to find his wallet. A task easier said than done seeing as they were magically enchanted for extra space and hadn’t been cleaned out of junk in a while.
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Sephora Forrest
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Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Mar 29, 2010 12:52:50 GMT 1
Silas seemed to know his way around and she followed automatically. Places like this made her think of stylish things, which made her thing of shoes, so she was pretty much in her happy place right now. If it was up to Sephora, she’d only ever attend clubs and bars like this, but alas, there were far too few of them in the world. That she was willing to go out of her way to find.
Stopping at the bar, she leant up against it, overly eager to get her hands on some more of her favorite drink. Silas’s question seemed rather sudden, surprising her enough to jerk her head quizzically in his direction. Where had that come from? Still she supposed she’d been asking any number of questions about how wizards work, wasn’t it fair he should ask a few of his own? Part of the reason it seemed so surprising was probably the subconscious assumption that Silas knew everything there was to know about vampires, but as she was discovering this evening, there were just as many gaps in his knowledge as there were in hers. Well, there were gaps anyway.
“What do you mean what goes into the process?” she said, not expecting an answer, “You’ve seen it first hand haven’t you?”
Admittedly, he had been unusually paranoid and more slippery than a bar of soap so it had been rather difficult to sink her claws in, but glancing around, Sephora could tell that feasting on any one of these drunken patrons would be easier than taking candy from a baby.
Deciding that Si was probably expecting a better answer than the one she’d given – she had no idea how many of the details he remembered anyway, she hoped as few as possible – Sephora figured she’d better elaborate anyway.
“How does any hunter stalk their prey? Either they wait for them to walk straight into a trap – which I can say from experience is far too messy and noisy and generally attracts attention when the person you’re trying to munch on realizes they’re about to be eaten. Or you lure them in to you so they come willingly.” She doubted the latter option needed much explanation.
“You know, I could give you a demonstration, just to refresh your memory,” she offered cheekily, flashing a suggestive glance his way. Not that she thought it would work in the slightest, but the opportunity was just far too good to pass up. Since she was completely certain he would taste better than every single person in the room combined. And was likely ten times as alcoholic.
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Post by Silas Rosier on Mar 29, 2010 16:09:19 GMT 1
“What do you mean what goes into the process?” Sephora asked, causing Silas to quirk an eyebrow. He thought what he was asking was fairly self-evident. “You’ve seen it first-hand haven’t you?”
Silas made an amused sort of sound, but didn’t laugh yet. Hah. Alright, that joke had been called for. “Mm, that I did,” he replied, a smirk creeping up the left side of his face. “Unfortunately, I was a bit unconscious during the second act; not sure if you noticed. Makes it a little hard to pay attention.”
The drinks arrived quickly, thanks in part to there being no one else to serve. A glass of wine, an empty shot-glass and a clear bottle of black liquor was set in front of them, gently reflecting the blue lights illuminating the crystal shelves behind the bar. Silas slid the money across to the bartender and the man took his leave.
While Seph talked, Silas wasted no time opening the bottle given to him, managing to take off the complicated looking lid barehanded. He gave the shot-glass a look like he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with it before nudging it to the other side of the table and taking a swig directly from the open bottle.
Seph’s answer wasn’t exactly what he was looking for. He’d been more curious about victim selection, choice of location, stuff like that. He probably should have specified what he'd wanted to know. At Seph’s mention that springing traps caused too much attention he had to briefly wonder if she was really that incompetent. A good trap meant you had the victim suppressed before they even caught on to what was happ—Oh right. She didn’t have magic. Yeah, that would probably make things trickier. Alright, she was excused.
He was blocked from asking any follow-up questions by Seph’s pert offer: “You know, I could give you a demonstration, just to refresh your memory.”
He did laugh that time. She had to be joking. “Tempting,” he replied, holding the bottle up and pretending to consider the offer. “I’ll have to think about it.”
He caught the tail-end of Sephora’s glance, and Silas actually paused for a moment. Hey, who knew. It did mean they’d have to–
Silas quickly cleared his head of such notions. But still, when he looked at her again it was with a bit more of a serious note to it. “What’s in it for me?”
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Sephora Forrest
Vampire
Dhampir
Enjoys a bite to eat from time to time...
Posts: 145
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Mar 30, 2010 10:53:47 GMT 1
Sephora slid her glass towards her after Silas had grabbed his drink… er bottle. It was little wonder she hadn’t died of alcohol poisoning because of him. It was little wonder he hadn’t died of alcohol poisoning.
It was probably a good thing she’d already swallowed her first sip when Silas’s reply came, else the wine may have found itself sprayed across the room. She’d expected swift denial of the idea, so surely he was joking himself. She’d only said it in half seriousness herself, mainly because she’d been under the impression it was not going to happen willingly. Ever. Had she been more tipsy she would have fallen off her chair in surprise. Well, almost.
Any surprised expression quickly dropped off her face however, when it seemed Silas was at least considering it in half seriousness too. Which was more than enough encouragement as far as Seph was concerned.
“Well now, that would depend on how hungry I am,” replied Sephora, returning to her previous tone. She certainly hadn’t suspected there would be any likelihood of her suggestion being taken with a grain of salt, so now her thoughts were immediately considering exactly how she might get him to consent. The number of options was limitless; the question remained as to which one would actually work. There was very little that she wouldn’t do to get off her current wretched diet, even temporarily.
“I’m sure we could find something that would satisfy you.”
Pausing to let her words sink in – which meant have another sip of that lovely alcohol – she fiddled around with the glass for a few moments before looking back at Silas. “What exactly did you want to know anyway? It’s a lot easier to learn about something when you do it yourself.”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Mar 31, 2010 9:06:19 GMT 1
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“I’m sure we could find something that would satisfy you,” she replied, straight faced.
Silas gave Seph a look like he’d just had a mental blue-screen. If anything was going to give his brain a system error, that comment coming from her would just about do it.
Brilliant word choice. Really.
“Shoulda known you were just trying to get me in the sack,” he joked.
Hey, he’d a made a game out of coming back with suggestive comments for pretty much most of the night; he wasn’t about to stop now. Especially not when she made it so easy. ... Waaaay too easy in this case. Was that intentional or was he again reading into what wasn’t there?
... Either way, great. Now she’d gone and put thoughts in his head that really shouldn’t be there. Jac was going to kill him. Probably twice for good measure. Silas looked away and took a massive swig from the bottle again as though that’d somehow fix it.
What Seph had said afterwards had nearly escaped him, and the best he could muster was a confused sounding “Err, what are you suggesting exactly?”
Seats, hopefully. They couldn’t stand at the bar forever.
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