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Post by Silas Rosier on Mar 9, 2010 8:19:25 GMT 1
Dacian was practically pouting, having slunk back moodily in the corner of the cage with his arms folded. The look he gave Silas after hearing his request was nothing short of pure antagonism, but Silas met the stare back unconcernedly. He half hoped Dacian would chuck a fuss about it as an excuse to start a fight. However, the vampire grumbled back a petulant “Fine,” before glaring at the wand for good measure.
Silas smirked. Scratch that previous sentiment: having Dacian compliantly fold to his commands was easily just as satisfying as a brawl. However, Silas wasn’t about to believe it was anything more than an empty promise. It was Dacian. Enough said. As if he could be trusted to keep his word on anything, but least this way when the vampire inevitably fucked up he couldn’t say he hadn’t been warned.
“Good boy,” Silas praised like you would a Springer Spaniel, the light-hearted tone from earlier creeping back into his voice. “I’d say that went rather well, wouldn’t you?” he grinned, sauntering to the right to stop his feet freezing into a permanent fixture of the cobblestones. “I do enjoy your little visits, Love.”
His attention turned to the shield charm behind Dacian, and with a quick wand movement and added care not to accidentally disable the both of them, the one behind the vampire flickered and died.
“Lucky for you, I’m a man of my word,” he added, in reference to his earlier promise to cut Dacian some slack if he answered the questions. Bullshit, of course. Silas was even less trustworthy than Dacian, and that was sayings something. Lucky for the vampire it had always been Silas’s intention to let him loose afterwards, if only as an experiment to see what he’d do next. “Consider yourself dismissed.”
Curiosity always did kill the cat.
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Post by Dacian on Mar 29, 2010 21:56:01 GMT 1
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]Silas must have different criteria for an encounter going ‘rather well’, because Dacian hardly considered a new scar accompanied by searing pain and a chunk the size of his skull taken out his ego a victory. Oh, and how could he forget continued ridicule? Silas had him trapped, wrung out and still insisted on talking to him like he was a child.
The vampire bared his teeth in response to the wizard’s tripe, and his nose wrinkled at the use of his surname. He felt the urge to slam Rosier’s head into a wall every time he used it. Pity the invisible barrier of Dacian’s self preservation kept him from doing so, though in hindsight, maybe he should have before now. It would have saved him a lot of pain.
He managed to only flinch a little when Silas flicked his wand, but soon had to catch himself as the spell he had been leaning one shoulder on dispersed. He’d like to think later that he’d stayed long enough to give Silas the most vindictive and pain-promising scowl and made his exit gracefully and with dignity, but as soon as he was on his feet, he was staggering down the alley with as much grace as a cat fleeing a dunk in frigid water.
That short burst of movement had him tripping and disorientated, and he stopped to lean against the brick wall of another building once he was out of Rosier’s sight. “Lucky for me.” He grumbled, leaning his forehead on the rough stone. Lucky for him he was not a pile of ash. Lucky for him Rosier had been in a playful mood. Lucky for him he’d kept Vivian out of the crosshairs and off the target field entirely.
He stilled his breathing, ignoring the crucifix-induced burning need for air. Before he was caught again, he better make sure the wizard and his witchbitch friend weren’t following. He strained his hearing to catch their conversation. It was times like these when Rosier’s verbal incontinence came in useful. Did the man ever shut up? |
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Mar 31, 2010 13:19:18 GMT 1
Sephora let out a brief laugh at the manner in which Si dismissed the vampire opposite. Whether through luck or fate, clearly she’d chosen the better side to be standing on. From experience while a wizard had a wand, they had the advantage, and she was all for siding with those who had the upper hand.
And there was that ‘Love’ comment again. It immediately brought the topic of ‘past history’ to the forefront of Seph’s mind, and she was determined to get to the bottom of it, even if she did suspect Silas wasn’t in fact gay.
Dacian was becoming more and more displeased by the moment, and Sephora wondered on the sensibility of enraging a tiger. Still, she supposed if she was in Silas’s secure position she’d have probably been doing exactly the same thing. Though she doubted whether she would have let him go – a fact she was more than uncomfortable with. She’d never been one to leave anything to chance if she could help it.
She just hoped that the vampire would remember Silas as the one who did the enraging not her. Selfish for sure, but he was clearly the better one to deal with any imminent vampire attacks. She’d happily let the vampire forget that the whole situation had come about because of her. But who cared: he shouldn’t have tried to eat her in the first place. And once again she was back at the beginning, with the blame on anyone but her.
At least Dacian limped away like an alcoholic after a night on the town – reassuring for Sephora who figured she could certainly out run him now. She didn’t trust him in the slightest not to double back, but hoped he had the sense after being abused so completely he’d stay away for a good while at least.
Turning back to Silas feeling only partially reassured at Dacian’s disappearance, she wanted some answers. Later on she’d probably ask for a full history – completely within her rights as the bloody vampire had just tried to eat her – but for now she would not be satisfied until she figured out the relationship between Silas and Dacian.
“So,” she started, a curious tone in her voice, “Want to tell me what that was all about?” Fuck, that sounded so bloody obscure. “What’s the deal with you and hungry Jack over there?”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Apr 8, 2010 10:23:57 GMT 1
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+ 20 points: Seph.
Silas lifted the tumbler and swallowed rest of the amber liquid, keeping a suspicious eye on the spot Dacian had disappeared. Before he could stop to ponder the vampire’s next move, Sephora’s voice reminded him of her presence.
“Want to tell me what that was all about?”
Cause that wasn’t vague or anything.
“The dashing hero coming in to rescue the damsel in distress,” he replied pleasantly, turning a little in her direction but still keeping an eye on the alley. He didn’t trust the vampire wouldn’t try and pounce on him first chance he got. Hell, it would make his life easier if he did: then he had an excuse to fry him.
... Not that he'd ever needed an excuse before or anything.
“What’s the deal with you and hungry Jack over there?” she specified.
The pop culture reference went right over Silas’s head. “Hmm, oh, we go way back. Violence, humiliation and attempted murder is how we show affection.”
He was in no particularly hurry to give a serious answer, so his attention didn’t take long to deviate. “Bet you’re extra glad of that crucifix now, huh?” he asked, tossing the glass into the air and causing it to vanish before it hit the ground. “Told you it’d come in handy.”
Wherever she’d put the cross, he couldn’t see it, so he gave a general nod in her direction. “Toss it here for a sec.”
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Apr 8, 2010 11:40:01 GMT 1
She threw an unimpressed look in Silas’s direction at the mentions of damsels and distress. She’d just wanted some back up alright! 1 wand and 1 crucifix vs. 1 vampire was a better situation than 1 vampire vs. 1 half vampire with a crucifix.
“Very dashing,” she replied dryly, glancing at his er, more laid back than usual appearance again. She really had to stop him getting in all these comments without having answers for them.
She followed Si’s gaze and realized he was looking out for Dacian just as warily as she was. This was comforting and worrying in equal measure – on one hand, if Dacian made another appearance he would likely be fried to kingdom come. On the other hand, Silas was worried about him. Which in turn worried her, since he was the one with the wand.
“Of course,” she replied with a knowing nod as Silas briefly summarized his past dealings with the vampire she’d just attached an imprint of Jesus to. “Murder – it’s the ultimate crime of passion.”
Ha! Boy was she glad of the crucifix now – without a doubt she owed her life to it. “Yeah, who knew a statue of a half naked man could be so repulsive to Dacian. You give pretty good presents.”
Digging about in her pockets, she pulled out the small but surprisingly powerful tool aganst creatures of the night. She tossed it in his direction without really thinking Silas might have more trouble than her at spotting it in the dark, but didn’t even question him.
“Why’d you want that anyway?”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Apr 10, 2010 20:39:37 GMT 1
. . . .Silas glanced down at himself to see what Sephora was looking so pointedly at. Err, okay, so glasses and a distinct lack of shoes didn’t exactly make for a very heroic image, but hey, she wasn’t dead, for one. Surely that counted for something. He gave a lopsided grin and flexed his toes again.
. . . .“Hey, don’t knock the look. I could have been in the shower for all you know.”
. . . .Seph made a throwing motion and there was a brief reflection of gold as the crucifix flew through the dark. Silas’s reaction time was admirably quick, but there was no accounting for the fact he could barely see what he was supposed to be catching. The cross slipped through his fingers and it was only dumb luck that the end of the chain caught between two of them.
. . . .Seph had made some quip about it being unusual for Dacian to be repulsed by naked men and Silas’s half-grin-half-smirk was obvious even the dark.
. . . .“I know right?” he replied, flicking the end of his wand. A lumos charm shone obligingly from the end and Silas held the crucifix up to it. “He always comes off as such a closet case.”
. . . .The crucifix didn’t look any different than normal. In fact, it was pristine. You wouldn’t guess a few minutes ago it had been burrowing and sizzling its way into (sort of) human flesh. It felt like a bit of an anticlimax. “Just checking something.” He glanced at the back of the piece of jewellery before giving the front a second once over. Finding nothing, he tossed it back.
. . . .“Right. With your leave, I think I’ll be heading home. You’re free to tag along to chill for a bit, or you can make your way back to your place. Your call.”
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Post by Sephora Forrest on Apr 11, 2010 17:28:59 GMT 1
Sephora made an amused noise, but didn’t argue. Yes, he could have been in the shower. Might have caused Dacian to have a heart attack if he’d showed up like that though. Still, then the problem would have been solved.
Briefly, she thought Silas might have dropped her shiny anti-vampire necklace, but he somehow managed to keep hold of the chain. She realized then that it was really lucky he had been able to see it at all.
Flinching away slightly at the wand’s light, she didn’t complain as she might have done in other situations. Better for Silas to have his wand out and ready to strike in case Dacian decided to make an appearance for round two. She wasn’t complaining about of lot of things actually – Silas should take it as her way of saying thanks.
Catching her new lucky charm with the usual pang of nausea, she quickly pocketed it for safe keeping. She knew she’d been justified in her paranoia about strangers following her down dark alleys. If she had ignored it sooner and had just thought the vampire another loner out on a little night stroll who knew where she might be right now. Sephora shuddered a little just to think of what options lay before her.
Her head jerked up a little in panic when Silas mentioned parting ways. Her? Go back to the Three Broomsticks? Alone? After they’d just set an agonized and aggravated vampire on the loose? Had someone told her that vampires needed lots more blood to heal themselves, she would have added this to the list as well.
Sure, she’d been over confident, even cocky, about her own safety when Si was around, because all logic said if there was going to be a second attack the odds were so strongly in their favor it would take a miracle for the vampire to win them over. Two sets of eyes, her crucifix, his wand… how could they lose? But although she knew the vampire had gone limping off in a bad way, she by no means trusted him not to try and get revenge on her as soon as possible.
The more she thought about it, it was just plain stupid for her to try and head home on her own without finding the nearest fire place serviced by the Floo Network. Surely Si’s place had one – he was a wizard after all. A rich one too – and she couldn’t deny she was kind of curious to have a look around at least. Besides, it was clearly the safest option here. And safety always came first.
“Are you mad? Like I’m going to go just wandering on home with Dacian in some unknown nearby alleyway. Chilling it is,” she replied, pulling her coat around her shoulders a little more. All of a sudden she was feeling the cold, Or maybe she was just nervous about her fate if she had been forced to go by herself. This dress hadn’t been cold when she’d first put it on. Whatever the case, Silas and Silas’s house were clearly the more appealing options here. “Lead the way – it’s cold out.”
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Post by Silas Rosier on Apr 26, 2010 6:50:01 GMT 1
Seph rearranged her coat around her shoulders in what looked like a deliberately exaggerated fashion. Silas watched out of the corner of his eye somewhat resentfully. At least she had a coat, which was a right side better at keeping the cold out than a thin dress shirt. He’d been under the impression she didn’t need as much heat as normal people anyway, considering her ability to show more skin than should be possible in cold weather.
He didn’t even bother asking about Apparation this time. The last few times he’d brought it up the idea had been met with strong opposition, so walking it was. Fun.
“It’s not that far, thankfully,” he said, walking to the end of the alley and peering out into the street to orientate where they were. “I live in around here, just cause it’s easier. Muggle-proofing your house is a pain.”
Seph would apparently have to take his word for it, because Silas made no move to elaborate further. Instead he wore a look of concentration for a moment before muttering “Inanimatus Conjurus” under his breath. A large, dark coat materialized out of thin air to drape neatly over his forearm. Better. The shoes would have to wait, if only because trying to get something in his size was probably more effort than it was worth.
“Alright, shall we?” he asked, slipping his wand into his pocket so he could try the coat. It had wound up roughly a size too big, but it was hard to tell in the darkness anyway. As long as it did its job.
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Post by Dacian on Apr 28, 2010 8:41:44 GMT 1
[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v36/Tigeress/Random/postscripts/daci.png][bg=000000][atrb=style,background-position: top; background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 220px 65px 65px 65px;]Drivel, lies, insinuations. Nothing of importance. Then a sentence that made Dacian’s blood run colder. ‘I live in around here’. The vampire had to bite back a few choice swear words. Damn Silas Rosier. Damn wizards and apparition and floo all to Hell. Dacian would have found Rosier so easily had he ever walked anywhere. Instead the lazy ingrate teleported himself here to there, leaving no trail and no tell-tale signs of his passing.
Their voices were moving away, and once they had stopped echoing in the alley where he had just been trapped, he crept back around the corner and took a note of which direction they went. It would be more than foolish to try and follow them in open streets, but thanks to Silas’ bare feet, he would leave a scent trail earlier to follow.
He had to wait for agonisingly long minutes before it was safe to continue. His stomach roiled with simultaneous hunger and nausea, and the lingering fear wanted to get as far away from Silas Rosier as possible. The idea of following him home was brainless, but also imperative. He might never get another chance. And so staggering, he followed the trail down the street, making sure the wizard was nowhere in sight before continuing down the next street and then another.
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