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middaeg2020-02-16 06:25 pm
judgementor) wrote in middaeg2020-02-16 06:25 pm
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If you're going through hell, keep going.
Who: Red Wine & YOU
When: Second half of Feb
Where: Around Aef.
What: Some open things
Warnings: None yet
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i. Quest #1 - Part-timers Wanted! (Inkspell)
ii. Out of the City (Fighter)
iii. Home (open to housemates, visitors)
iv. DiplomaTea (outdoors)
v. The Habour District
vi. Wildcard
When: Second half of Feb
Where: Around Aef.
What: Some open things
Warnings: None yet
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i. Quest #1 - Part-timers Wanted! (Inkspell)
[It's a soothing, quiet thing to be doing, and Red Wine sinks into it with very little complaint. He spends a few hours every other day in the shop, mostly rewriting books damaged beyond repair. His own handwriting is careful, neat, elegant, and he even takes the time to replicate the illuminated initials in some of the older texts.
Now and then, though, he runs out of one ink or another and looks to the person sitting nearest--]
Do you have any of the red left?
ii. Out of the City (Fighter)
[As it turns out, this is a good way to work of his latent aggression... and said aggression has only grown worse since his 'death' and full slide into becoming a vampire. If the daylight makes him feel weak, he doesn't show it, though those who know him well would be able to spot the slower reaction times and the way he occasionally pauses and winces as if his head hurts.
He's fierce enough in battle, kind and quiet when dealing with those who are already infected, and always on hand to calm a panicked child or march someone away from somewhere they were about to create a scene.
In down-time, such as it is, Red Wine is silent and thoughtful and spends his time sharpening his sword or reading a book. Now and then, he simply looks morosely thoughtful.]
No one should have to live like this.
iii. Home (open to housemates, visitors)
[Living with Caren Ortensia and the others in the house isn't something Red Wine would have really had in mind when he first arrived here... but it seems like a natural thing to do now. After their residence burned to cinders in the fires when the kidnappings occurred, Red Wine and Steak had both been almost homeless, living in the barracks until their move here.
And it's better. He'd missed having some privacy and a place for himself. He'd realised, too, that he'd sorely missed having some sense of luxury and comfort.
So, when he's home, he spends his time either sleeping (usually during the day), reading in the shade near one of the windows, or spending time outside around dawn and dusk. In truth, he isn't there all that much and is quiet when he is, but he takes care to keep the door of his room locked.]
iv. DiplomaTea (outdoors)
[He shoots occasional glances to the quiet bookstore beside the tea shop, his expression unreadable. Aziraphale had been one of very few people here that he would actively seek the company of, and he's been noticing the loss.
He has, though, retrieved the book he had put together for the angel and continues to work on it while sitting outside the tea shop, unheeding of the cold. Funny, how he used to hate it... now it just doesn't bother him.
Catching the eye of someone hesitating near the outdoor tables, he tips his head towards the front door.]
It's open. Go on in.
v. The Habour District
Yes, let me know if you get any scrap.
[Some of the people at the harbour still regard Red Wine with no small amount of suspicion, but he's managed to forge out some contacts and "business acquaintances" (not friends, though people he can turn to if necessary) along the docks since his arrival. Looking terribly out of place in his fancy clothing with the sword belted to his hip, he still manages to make the sailors and dock workers laugh with off-colour jokes and sharp wit.
There are a few, though, who would rather that he didn't keep showing his face in the area. A small group of them follow him as he leaves one of the shops he's more friendly with, and he pretends not to see them as he walks along beside the water in the gathering darkness. He rests his hand on his sword hilt while he walks, ready to draw it the moment they try to cause any trouble.
Maybe you'll join him... or maybe you'll be the one to start the trouble?]
vi. Wildcard
[Hit me with a top-level!]
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No, I don't. Because I don't know what it means to be you. I know you've been afraid of turning into something you're not.
[She sighed, staring down at her hands. Emotions kept ping ponging around, but she thought it was from the lack of bond, not due to trauma.]
But I also wonder if you're running away.
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I'm changing into something I've always feared becoming. Something I have become, here, and I've had no choice in the matter. [The next chuckle is softer, and followed with a faint and rueful smile.]
Food Souls are as much shaped by the expectations of others as the history of our origins. I was always compared to vampires of myth... and over time I began to resemble it. [But he could control it, then. He could express his worries to Steak and be scolded for his dramatics. He could rely on his fr-- on his constant companion to pull him out of the fire no matter how close he got to it.]
But I never ran from it. Just what do you think I'm running from now?
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[She sighed and interlaced her fingers.]
But for all that you have been called a vampire, it doesn't make you a vampire. Being told that I appeared like my mother, or a freak doesn't change me.
Being a freak of nature doesn't change my core. No more then becoming a vampire changes who you are.
That doesn't mean you have to be useful. You can simply be.
That's what you're running away from. You're running away from being yourself. There's nothing for you to prove.
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A need to be of use is part of who I am. It's part of who Steak is. Part of any of us, at our core. It's what were summoned for.
[To fight. To protect. To serve. To be of use in any capacity that they're able. Turning away from that purpose has driven many a Food Soul to near-madness and twisted many.]
I've never had to prove anything. That isn't what this is about. [He looks at her, and rests his arm over the back of the bench.] Can I ask you-- what do you think I am? What manner of creature do you believe me to be, in my natural state?
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[A part of her that needs to do good to spite that rotten part of her core...but...she sighs, closing her eyes briefly before she shifted her weight, looking at Red Wine's face.]
I don't know. I don't know what you're supposed to be. I've met so many different kinds of people since I arrived, that I cannot make any assumptions anymore.
All I know is what you've shown me as a person, not a creature.
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[Within a broad definition of what a person is..? Yes, he could admit he's a person, after a fashion. But Red Wine isn't human, he is never going to be the same as a human, and... that's the way it is. He doesn't sound remorseful about it.]
I'm a Food Soul. We're... servants. Guards. Weapons. We're driven to want to be needed. To have a use.
[He smiles at her again, grateful for her company.]
So, no, I'm not running away when I leave here at night. I'm just... scratching an itch.
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[She sighs softly, and stares down at their feet.]
There are those that come from my world that aren't human. Some never were human, but all have rules that they must live by for the short time that they're summoned. You could call them...glass cannons. Familiars. Recycled spirits.
But they're supposed to be incapable of changing from their personalities, their urges, but for the rules that were imposed on them.
However...after watching them for months, I've seen them change. They don't have to do what they used to anymore.
What I'm saying is...you're capable of becoming a person too, instead of a servant.
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[At itch that can't quite be satified by anything that he can find to do here. That insistent need to have some kind of use is buried bone-deep, existing even in the wildest and most wicked of Food Souls. It's what drives them, and what sometimes even drives them to madness.]
If you mean an individual... I am that. [For all his talk of being a weapon he won't simply reduce himself to that definition only. No, someone like Red Wine is too proud for that.]
But... ah. It's difficult to explain. What I'm used to doing - what has always been expected - is what I want. It's unsettling to not be doing it.
[It's understood on Tierra. What Red Wine is isn't something that he ever really needs to go into detail about. He glances at Caren again.]
You're cold. We should go inside.
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And the look on Elliot's face when she called herself a sacrifice.]
I know that I've felt useless since I've had to change since my arrival. Not like you of course.
[She huffs a little, and cocks her eyebrow.]
Would it be better if I let you fuss over me a little?
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[She has him pinned on that count. Somehow, he can't quite help but want to take care of her, for what little she'll allow it. Caren is independent and he won't step on that, but if she's offering...]
It might help. A little.
[He stands, and offers his hand to her with a small bow - an affectation more than anything.]
If you'd allow me to escort you indoors.
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His bow made her lips quirk, and she took his offered hand. It was cool but-likely far warmer then his own.]
Of course. No need to carry me, this time.
[Or ever. She's pretty bad about that.]
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Never, without your permission. [He tells her with an amused smile.]
... And I dare say I might give it a second thought even then.
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Only because you know what's good for you.
[He does. She might maul him if he tried.]
And you don't want me to bite you.
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Mm, in this case, I certainly know what's the wisest course of action.
[He does give her arm a very gentle squeeze, though.]
I wouldn't want to upset you.
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[She gently squeezed his hand over his arm, before gently guiding him inside. He can spoil her without carrying her around.]
And I feel like I've napped too much as it is. So...if you're to spoil me properly, you should be giving me energy rather then depriving me of it, correct?
[It's logical right? Sure.]
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As you say. Did you have something in mind?
[There's little he's refused her since they've met. He doubts this will be different.]
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I always find that's a good way to start off a good night. Unless you wanted go skip to sharing a bath?
[Caren these don't sound very energetic activities.]
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[He chuckles, a soft smile of amusement curving the corners of his lips. It's a nice smile, as smiles go, and pleasant on his face. Once they're in the house he leans down slightly, touching beneath her chin with one slightly curled forefinger.]
How bold. In what manner does my lady like best to be ravished?
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Bold would be to ask for such a thing more then once or twice.
But slow. Thorough. It's been some time, and I believe we could both use the satisfaction.
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[And he does, still, think that Caren is a very lovely creature.]
I believe I would have no objections to acquiescing to that request.
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[Lightly, she glided a finger over his hand.]
To my room then?
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Your room, my lady.
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Excellent.
[Her room was more spacious, being the master bedroom. And, naturally, quite neat. Hopefully it's Red Wine approved, even if she only possesses one sword and mostly clothes.]