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genessia2018-07-04 10:42 pm
nolifecount) wrote in genessia2018-07-04 10:42 pm
[Voice]
Action [Any forest, beaches, or drinking at the bar]
Wherever he goes, he walks silently like a shadow. Unnoticed, invisible, throughout the cities, the forest, wherever he feels like going. One blink of an eye you might see him. The next blink, you don’t. For he’s the Night Walker, one of his many names, and he wanders at night, exploring the cities.
Late at night, he would drink in any seedy bar and keep things to himself. It was hard to see his expression beneath his red hat and the surrounding dark aura around him, drinking his wine and spirits in the corner all alone by himself.
Wherever he goes, he's a tall figure, wearing a red coat, and a red wide-brimmed hat, and a pair of sunset orange sunglasses. The wind whipped at his tailcoat. His shadow overcast darkness itself, blending with the night. Wandering, aimless in his nightly strolls.
Audio
[Here's a voice that Genessia never heard before. It was a deep baritone, dark..and tired. And sad. And lethargic. That voice would have been proud once, even menacing, but the owner of the voice is trying.]
"How do you handle the heat wave? It's hot. Still, for a summer night, it's a good night to drink some blood chilled with ice. I preferred to drink blood, then wine afterward to make it sweet. I feel so hot, exhausted, and thirsty.
I haven't drunk anything decent in 30 years. I think I would pick the path of asceticism by now, but that path is unappealing as most religions go. But I won't lie. I am starving.
Whatever is in those blood bags? Beyond salvation. It's enough that I might want to give prayer a try, but I have a problem with putting my hands together and kneel. "
[Uh-oh somone is a harsh critic tonight.]
Wherever he goes, he walks silently like a shadow. Unnoticed, invisible, throughout the cities, the forest, wherever he feels like going. One blink of an eye you might see him. The next blink, you don’t. For he’s the Night Walker, one of his many names, and he wanders at night, exploring the cities.
Late at night, he would drink in any seedy bar and keep things to himself. It was hard to see his expression beneath his red hat and the surrounding dark aura around him, drinking his wine and spirits in the corner all alone by himself.
Wherever he goes, he's a tall figure, wearing a red coat, and a red wide-brimmed hat, and a pair of sunset orange sunglasses. The wind whipped at his tailcoat. His shadow overcast darkness itself, blending with the night. Wandering, aimless in his nightly strolls.
Audio
[Here's a voice that Genessia never heard before. It was a deep baritone, dark..and tired. And sad. And lethargic. That voice would have been proud once, even menacing, but the owner of the voice is trying.]
"How do you handle the heat wave? It's hot. Still, for a summer night, it's a good night to drink some blood chilled with ice. I preferred to drink blood, then wine afterward to make it sweet. I feel so hot, exhausted, and thirsty.
I haven't drunk anything decent in 30 years. I think I would pick the path of asceticism by now, but that path is unappealing as most religions go. But I won't lie. I am starving.
Whatever is in those blood bags? Beyond salvation. It's enough that I might want to give prayer a try, but I have a problem with putting my hands together and kneel. "
[Uh-oh somone is a harsh critic tonight.]
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So, she felt the best way to figure it out.. was to talk to him. Get to know the Dark Hunter across from her and see where it leads. Which meant she was listening as he spoke and didn't make a comment about the cigar or how much she didn't like them. They reminded her too much of a certain blonde woman she hoped never to see again.]
Zhat much I've been able to figure out on my own. Different version of zhe same person...It's not as uncommon az you think. Zhough, that does bring up a good question. Vat name do you prefer? You haf several.
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If I want to be Count Dracula, I can willed myself to that form. If I'm in the mood to be Vlad Tepes, I can be that. Form doesn't really matter. It's all the same. It's just one for now. It's simply Alucard since it's a name I'm used to.
But for you, mein fraulin, Zamiel ist ein Name, der mein totes Herz erwärmt.
[My lady, Zamiel is a name that warms my dead heart.]
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Dann ist Zamiel mein liebster dunkler Jäger.
[Then Zamiel it is my dearest dark hunter.]
It is definitely a name zhat suits you.
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He reached out to give her raven black hair a playful ruffle.]
That is all for today. I think your beloved is waiting for you at home. Go home now.
[Hopefully, she gets some disclosure from him, and she is now sure she can sleep easily, having nothing to fear from him.]
Don't keep him waiting.
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Instead, she rolled her eyes at the hair ruffle despite smiling and reluctantly pulled away from the board.]
Fine Zhen. Zhough, ve both vork nights in Everglade. I'm just.. on temporary leave until I feel like going back to vork.
[Sometimes it pays to be the one that does all the scheduling.]
But, if you insist, Zhen I suppose I shall haf to head home for zhe night.
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Everglade, hm? Well, I'm everywhere and nowhere, so I'll see you around.
At least, you already have my number now whenever the mood strikes you to call me. The phone is much better here, I must say.
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It really iz more convenient.
[She moved to stand up and then paused for a moment as a flash of something darted through her memory and made her pause. After a moments hesitation, Rip spoke again.]
Just.. don't disappear completely on me again Zamiel. At least, not vithout a good bye zhis time. I'm finding zhat I am really hating it vhen people do zhat to me.
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And what he fears is that it will grow deeper over time and yet...]
...No promises, Kasper. I have a Master and a Fledging to come back home and return to. That's why I said to use your phone. It has a save feature, after all.
[It's a hint.]
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And that included her insecurities and fears. As strange as it was, Zamiel was important to her and only time would tell just where that path lead her.
But, his hint was one she picked up on as she nodded once more with a slight smile. Even if he did disappear, she'd still have their conversations on her phone. ]
I am avare...and I'll make sure to make more use of my phone in zhe future.