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Post by Deleted on Nov 2, 2011 13:14:25 GMT -5
Anastasia detested funerals. Any sort of formal function that required she get out of bed before five put her in a foul mood. At least the weather was nice, at least in her opinion. Grey clouds hung heavy in the skies of New York on this day, the day of her late husband’s funeral. Not too much of a crowd had showed up. Anastasia was of course present, she was the grieving widow after all. Lawrence’s parents were present as well, as was his brother and a few other relatives. An aunt here, a cousin there, Anastasia really didn’t pay much attention to them. Really though, why did his family need to insist on having him buried? She didn’t see the point. It was a lot of standing around looked depressed and a whole lot of precious time that she could have wasted away sleeping. The whole song and dance was put on to cast any suspicion off her, though. So here she stood beside Lawrence’s brother, keeping a steady flow of crocodile tears running down her cheeks. She could touch up her make up once the whole charade was over. Her former brother in law was staring at her; she could feel his eyes upon her. Perhaps she wouldn’t be a widow for very long after all. She’d be courteous and wait a month or two before trying to court him, though. She had more than enough money saved to live on her own for as long as need be. Another half hour and the priest finally stopped babbling and the small crowd gathered to throw flowers on her late husband’s casket. The family had gotten together the previous evening to mourn and finalize who got what. Anastasia inherited most of his fortune. His brother got the rest, not that she minded. Five million dollars was more than enough. As the rest of the party decided to leave, there were always the awkward goodbyes. Anastasia endured a hug from her former mother in law, a kiss on the cheek from Lawrence’s brother and an awkward hand on the shoulder from his father. She waiting until they were out of sight to sigh and dry her eyes. She’d cried almost all of her make up off, what a nuisance. Thank goodness she’d brought a kit in the clutch she carried. Brushing the pile of flowers aside, Anastasia seated herself on Lawrence’s coffin and dug the kit out of the clutch, staring into the mirror and reapplying her mascara and eye shadow expertly. She was sure he wouldn’t mind, she’d already disrespected him to the upmost degree by drowning him after all. Once that was done, she patted a hand on the coffin’s lid and gave a wry smile, “Vell, lapushka, it vas fun vhile is lasted.”With that, Anastasia went about leaving the cemetery. There was no need for her to stay any longer now that the service was over. She’s nearly died of boredom from the priests incessant droning. It didn’t help the family was Catholic. Once upon a time she’d been Russian Orthodox, but now she just couldn’t bring herself to care enough to be faithful. It required effort to believe in something, effort she’d rather put towards lounging around the penthouse. However now that she was awake, she may as well spend some time out on the town; maybe trick a few strangers out of their wallets. Yes, that sounded like a lovely idea. Looking up at the sky, there were still some hours before it got too dark. It was only just now dusk, although the clouds blocked any hope of a sunset from view. Anastasia’s chauffeur was still waiting for her even after two hours of waiting. It was so hard to find good drivers with that sort of patience; luckily this one had come already employed to her late husband. The Russian had in mind the exact place to go. A bar on the other side of town sounded perfect, having heard of it but never actually bothered going. She’d been busy sleeping after all. Instructing the driver exactly where to go, he nodded and opened the door to the car for her. In his mind, she was likely only going out to drown her sorrows. Not completely untrue. One didn’t go to a bar and not drink after all, but she was more in the mood to have drinks bought for her and possibly pick a few pockets. She must have fallen asleep in the car for she awoke to her shoulder being jostled. Normally such an action would have warranted a slap to the face for whoever dared rouse her, but it was his job and she had instructed him to do to previously so she let it slide. Stepping out of the door held open for her, she nodded at him to signal that his services were no longer needed. She’d call him if she needed him later. Not sticking around to watch him drive away, Anastasia sauntered into the establishment like she owned the place. The moment she walked in, she began to survey the faces and the people they belonged to. What were they wearing, who were they with, ect. Having her type already in mind, she ordered from the bar and sat on a stool, gazing out at the crowd. It was beneath her to seek out attention. If they wanted her to notice them badly enough, they would come to her.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2011 22:57:16 GMT -5
A normal night like any other had Draven waking as the sun’s rays dropped below the horizon. Last night had been a disappointment as far as hunting was concerned but he could make up for it later. He had worked at his music store yesterday and his hunting was reduced because of that. Tonight he was going to his other establishment, a small bar located within the inner depths of the city. Surrounded by intoxicated humans the chances of him finding susceptible prey were essentially perfect. With the lights of night spreading through the city Draven left the hotel and began the hunt.
Walking through the streets Draven was met with the odd look every so often but gave it no attention. Maybe it was the glasses he was wearing at night or just his imposing figure in general? It didn’t matter to him what they thought, they couldn’t do anything to him in the first place. It was rather relaxing to know you were perhaps the strongest force in the whole of New York City. Draven mused about spreading his influence over the city but shook the thoughts out of his head, that was overall a terrible idea.
Grinning at the thoughts he knew better than to give into his pride and think of controlling the city. He was powerful yes but nowhere near strong enough to do that. Besides, acting out like that would get the attention of Shibusen and that was something he didn’t need. No Draven was perfectly content living within the shadows of the city and preying on the easy humans that lived in it. After so many years of surviving he wasn’t about to throw them away for a temporary grasp for power. Let Shibusen and the other humans live in ignorance of his existence.
Reaching his destination Draven calmly walked down to the entrance and pushed the door open, he was greeted by a blast of music. He momentarily cringed at the assault on his senses but had grown used to this from repeated encounters. Walking inside he scoped out who had decided to stop in for the night and was overall unimpressed, everyone was average to him with nothing of interest standing out. Heading to the back he made sure everything was fine with the staff before preparing himself a drink. One of his specialties the drink was a deep red color resembling human blood, because that was one of the ingredients.
Taking his mixture of blood and alcohol Draven stepped out to view the patrons of his establishment once more. The door opened and a new guest walked in who happened to catch his interest. She seemed much more sure of herself than the usual goers of the bar and he didn’t remember seeing her around. Sure he had over one hundred years of memories to sift through but if he had seen her before he would have known, she would have been dead. He watched as she took her seat with a tad bit of interest before returning to the back.
Finishing his drink he gave the glass to a random staff member he passed and returned to the front. Behind the safety of his shades he scanned the crowd with soul perception. A mass of blue souls filled his vision but one caught his attention with the odd hue of red. A Kishin in his bar? Ending his perception he found himself staring at the confident woman from earlier. He wouldn’t have expected her to be a Kishin egg but it was a pleasant surprise. Smirk on his face he approached the Kishin to see what exactly she was doing.
Glancing at the Kishin he grinned welcomingly. It was actually rather odd for a Kishin to show up in the bar so she must be up to something.
“Evening, new to the area?”
Draven needed to find out what the Kishin was planning in his bar. If she wasn’t planning anything sinister they may be able to assist each other. It wasn’t that often that a remotely civilized Kishin crossed paths with him and Draven intended to make the most of the chance encounter. There was always the chance that they could mutually assist each other.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 6, 2011 2:02:53 GMT -5
Eyes. While Anastasia was used to the feeling of being stared at, she knew within moments that she’d caught someone’s attention. The only question now was who it was and if they were worth her time. Setting an elbow on the bar in front of her, she rested her chin in the palm of her hand and glanced around. It wouldn’t be worth it to actually turn her head, that may give the impression she was an attention seeker. She didn’t need to seek attention; she simply attracted it wherever she happened to go. There were more than a few pairs of eyes on her. Good to know she was just as gorgeous as ever.
The first face she spotted was a young man down at the other end of the bar. So young Anastasia wouldn’t be wrong to guess that this very well may be his first time in a bar. The moment she cast her gaze on him, though, he looked away and turned the color of a tomato. The Russian smirked and continued to survey the room. The next stare she found actually came from a woman. While not surprising, Anastasia didn’t really have those kinds of hobbies. Sure, she was a lovely girl, but she was just so plainly dressed. She’d have to do better than that if she wanted her attention. Merely raising an eyebrow, Anastasia turned her head slightly and pretended to fiddle with on of her earrings. And that was when she spotted him. It was only for a moment for then he wandered out of her line of sight, but she’d definitely seen him. Who wore sunglasses inside, much less after dark?
Straightening up, Anastasia sighed and adopted an expression that pretty much spelled out how bored she was becoming. Perhaps this whole venture was a waste of time. Except that just as she was thinking of leaving, she felt those eyes on her again. A small grin made its way onto her face as she casually sipped her drink. Perhaps she was just being impatient. Sure enough, the same man she’d spotted earlier was now walking towards her. The grin he gave her was rather charming, she had to say. Her response was to barely raise an eyebrow and smirked right back at him. It never paid to be a wallflower after all.
“Evening, new to the area?”
Anastasia shrugged her shoulders,
“Perhaps not entirely. I hawe liwed here for maybe fiwe months. Vhy do you ask?”
Resting her chin in the palm of her hand, she gave the dark haired mystery man her best doe-eyed stare. While she couldn’t be sure of his motives yet, he certainly seemed interesting enough. He had bothered to waltz over and greet her after all. Who knew where such a chance encounter may lead?
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2011 0:51:52 GMT -5
Well she seemed human enough. Draven kept the smirk on his face as the Kishin egg answered him with a normal human response. Well perhaps she wouldn’t be a threat to him after all. She didn’t look like one in the first place but Draven wasn’t one to take chances, especially when other Kishin were involved. Making mental notes about her for future reference he noticed her accent. It had been some time since he had been around such an accent, besides the random people in the city with it. He didn’t expect a Kishin egg to have one here but it was inconsequential.
In general she seemed like very little of a threat and was probably of little use to him but he had to make sure. Perhaps she had some monstrous secrets like he himself had. Getting to know what she could do may be an issue however as not all Kishin would be open about themselves. Draven would avoid mention of his abilities if he could avoid it so why should he assume any others would be different? Staring back at her he wondered how she would react to being called out and was willing to test his theory.
“Just wondering how long you’ve been here taking souls in the city.”
His smirk grew more sinister as he spoke to the Kishin and waited for her reaction. He knew what she was and that alone could prove problematic. He could always be a meister from Shibusen ready to kill her any moment. How she reacted would determine Draven’s next course of action. If she freaked out and attacked him he need only take her out of sight and kill her. If she remained calm he might be able to make use of her. Knowing more Kishin in the area would prove useful if he needed them.
”Rare to see a Kishin like yourself in a place like this.”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2011 20:03:00 GMT -5
Confidence was a thing Anastasia admired and respected. It was, after all, the trait she used oh so often to get what she wanted whether it be money or prestige. This man appeared no different as he kept eye contact with her, which was more than could be said about most men she encountered. Few dared to hold her gaze and even fewer could keep it, often taking an interest in the floor after a few minutes. Anastasia made it a point to make her presence an intimidating one, but in this case it seemed that strategy wasn’t going to happen. She was by no means nervous, but perhaps a bit wary or even cautious.
At the line concerning souls, her eyes narrowed. If she hadn’t been interested in who this man was before, she certainly was now. She raised an eyebrow, blue eyes searching his face for any sign of what he may be but finding nothing. He could be another Kishin Egg like herself, this was true, but he could just as easily be a Meister. Shibusen was something she’d rather not deal with. To much work, too much effort, and far too many memories. Oh well, no use in hiding it now. Even if he turned out to be a potential enemy she had several ways of dealing with the situation quickly and even painlessly. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d used her partial form as that of an assassin’s blade after all. The only issue would be making sure nobody saw her. Glancing down at what was left in her glass, Anastasia gave a wry smile,
“There is no need for a plural vord. I only took my first from this city a veek ago. Europe, on the other hand, has lost many more at my hands.”
She couldn’t keep the smug grin off her face. Perhaps not the best time to become over confident, but Anastasia did feel rather giddy at the thought of the souls she’d taken, not for the power but for the money they promised her. It had never been about power for her. Money was what she was after time and time again. Still staring at the liquid in her glass, she tapped a fingernail against the edge and smiled. The alcohol still after a moment but then began to swirl of its own accord within the glass, spiraling up around the rim before rerunning to back to the bottom of the glass and falling still once again.
This wasn’t so much of a scare tactic so much as it was Anastasia showing off. If she meant to really intimidate, she’d have made the taps erupt or something like that. However that still seemed a bit excessive at the moment. After all, there hadn’t exactly been any blatant shows of aggression yet so why go through so much effort. She’d hold off on the dancing water for a while yet, just to see what happened and how to whole situation played out. Besides, it would be better if she could somehow get outside where there were sewers and pipes and things to take advantage of. Hearing him speak again, she smirked and turned her gaze on him once again,
“And vhat exactly do you mean by that, krasivyĭ?”
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Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2011 20:54:22 GMT -5
Draven patiently listened to the Kishin tell her story with mild interest. So she hadn’t been consuming his share of souls from the city after all. The bit about Europe was interesting however, he didn’t know about her when he was there. She must have been a new Kishin egg only recently corrupted, and easier to manipulate. At least she didn’t try to hide the fact from him and drag out what already a meaningless stand-off. Now he need only decide what to do with this fledgling of a Kishin. No point in killing her yet, she may still prove useful to him.
His ears picked up the resounding tap of a finger against the glass but thought it was nothing more than a nervous response to his questioning. The scraping of the liquid against the glass as it swirled upwards caught his interest however. Looking down he noticed her drink spiraling up before settling down once again. Now that was something of interest, perhaps she would be useful. At the very least he would avoid giving her reason to mess with the alcohol in the bar until he knew the extent of her abilities. The last thing he needed was an enraged Kishin wreaking havoc in his bar.
After her little display it only seemed proper to return the favor but that would be too easy. No, he had to keep her on her toes for a bit longer still. If a meager display of power like that gave her enough of an ego boost that she thought she had control here she was utterly useless to him. Draven began to slowly and gently tap his nails on the counter. The black of his nails nearly concealed in the darkness that enveloped the bar. Whatever sound they made was easily overtaken by the music and other people around them.
“What I mean is that most Kishin have the sense not to go to such crowded places.”
“Without the power to handle themselves.”
There was a faint hint of iron that only Draven could smell and his fingers ceased moving on the counter. Sliding them back a trail of claw marks revealed themselves along the counter, ending in a set of five inch gashes. Done with his response to her little drink mixer Draven raised a hand to his glasses and lowered them slightly, so she could see the red of his eyes.
”Perhaps we can assist each other as fellow corrupted beings, no reason for any unnecessary conflict now is there? Of course you may want to contemplate your response carefully, you’re about one hundred years too early to be considering making me an enemy.”
Finished with his lackluster threat Draven calmly brushed a hand over the claw marks. Perhaps not his best idea but it was an easy enough fix, it would be good as new before the bar opened the next day. A simple call and it would be fixed without questions. Now to see what the Kishin decided to do, Draven did hate fighting but if he needed to she would make a decent meal.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2011 18:00:35 GMT -5
Ah wonderful, her little display had caught his attention after all. Even better was that he didn’t seem at all intimidated by her antics. Anastasia would have found it terribly boring had he somehow been scared by it, but this man's demeanor told her that he likely wasn't one to scare easily. Listening to his explanation of his previous statement, she wasn’t quite sure whether to take it as a compliment or not. She decided the former suited her better. Anastasia did pride herself on being in control of her power, but then again she was also far too lazy to wreak havoc in the fashion that was generally expected of a Kishin Egg. Most chalked them up to being mindless, corrupted beings no better than animals in the way they would slaughter those around them for their souls. Anastasia liked to think she was above such things. After all, the ways of gathering souls took time and patience, and just a little bit of charm to accomplish.
She’d heard him tapping his fingers on the counter but hadn’t bothered to look until he moved his hand back. Oh dear. Those gashes looked highly troublesome. It seemed she wasn’t the only one keen on showing off. Anastasia made a note to keep an eye on those nails of his should the encounter end in violence. Biting her lip, the Russian tried not to grin but she just couldn’t help it. She was having far too much fun. Looking back at him, she watched him lower his sunglasses. Ah, so that was why he wore them. She raised an eyebrow and leaned her arms against the bar, listening intently to what he said to her. So he was a Kishin Egg after all. That was a relief. Anastasia would have hated to run into someone from Shibusen. Far more trouble than she wished to deal with, really.
Taking the wording into consideration, the Russian actually broke eye contact to stare down into her glass. By what he’d said it was plain that he was likely far older than he appeared and therefore more powerful. Well, that would be an issue if he decided to kill her, although he hadn’t hinted that he would do so. Then again Anastasia hadn’t necessarily done much to tick him off yet, either. That could always change. She did have a tendency to mouth off, not that she had done so yet. She’d thought about it though. However she really didn’t fancy the idea of being killed. A thought then struck her.
This man had supposedly known what she was without her having told him. Either he had incredible intuition or she was dealing with a former Meister. Slowly, a smirk formed on Anastasia’s face as she entertained that possibility. How fortuitous that would be given that she herself happened to be a corrupted Weapon herself. Anastasia turned on the stool she sat upon in order to face him again,
“I do detest wiolence, and I’m not terribly vell suited for fightingk.”
She tapped a finger to her chin as though still thinking even though she’d already made her decision. A terrible grin broke out across her face,
“I beliewe I vould like it wery much if ve vere to assist each other.”
Folding her hands in her lap, Anastasia tilted her head and decided to test her theory. Lowering her voice just a tad she questioned him,
“Tell me, krasivyĭ, hov exactly did you knov I vas corrupted?”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2012 16:38:54 GMT -5
Despite the less than ideal lighting setup in the bar Draven noticed the kishin bite her lip. He found the action humorous and brought him back to his youth. Back when he was just starting to get control of himself a simple gesture like that would have him on edge. Just a tad too much pressure and the skin would break. From the fresh would the iron filled smell of blood would instantly catch his attention. It had taken him years to restrain himself from killing a person on site like that. It had made for some very troublesome situations back then.
The broken eye contact was a good sign. It showed weakness as well as submission. He didn’t want to have to kill her and if some sort of agreement could be made he would not be opposed to working with her. However the last thing he needed was some fledgling questioning his abilities as a kishin egg. Considering he would have become a top class meister and died by now he didn’t need anyone questioning his abilities. Killing her would also be a hassle as he couldn’t do it while there were people around in the bar to witness it. With all the power he had he couldn’t hide a murder in plain sight.
Her saying she didn’t like violence was a good sign as he wasn’t terribly fond of conflict either. However her saying she wasn’t good at it seemed like a lie. She had to have killed someone at some point so her statement seemed far from the truth. At her question he considered not answering in case she decided to attack him but he figured the information was harmless enough. Correcting his shades so the red of his eyes were covered he responded to her question.
“Well for one I can practically smell the death on you. It doesn’t take much to put together a killing. Of course that was just assumption, a quick soul perception confirmed my suspicions though.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 11, 2012 17:05:54 GMT -5
Anastasia almost pouted when he covered his eyes with those glasses of his again. She’d have liked to see a bit more of them but that was unimportant at the moment. His words made her raise an eyebrow. Was the blood on her hands that obvious? Then again she had just come from a funeral. Perhaps it was an inference; perhaps he really could smell the blood of her former lovers on her. Anastasia didn’t know and didn’t particularly care either. The fact that he had the sense enough to know she was at least mildly dangerous showed more intelligence than half the other people in the bar combined. On any average day she could talk her way into just about anyone’s heart and their subsequent bank accounts. However this one wouldn’t be so easy, not that she intended to try anything of the sort with this man. She was cunning, not stupid.
Hearing Soul Perception certainly threw her for a loop. That was an ability she hadn’t thought of for over six years. Her grin faltered for only a second. Sitting up just a bit straighter, Anastasia raised an eyebrow,
“A corrupted Meister, then?”
Had she been younger, Anastasia likely would have started thinking up a way to kill him then. But she wasn’t and reigned in the feeling of disdain she felt. This was neither the time nor the place, there was more to gain here. Besides, she doubted she could beat him even if she had decided she wanted him dead. Anastasia knew her own abilities and therefore also knew her limits. Yes, if the scratches on the bar table were any indication, this man would leave her bleeding in a gutter somewhere if she tried to attack him. In any case if the two could come to some sort of agreement, they would both benefit more from that than from fighting each other. Folding her hands in her lap, Anastasia absentmindedly brushed her right thumb over her left wrist. There hasn’t any need to activate her partial form, there were easier ways of letting this man know she was a corrupted Weapon. Smiling to herself, she spoke again,
“Interestingk.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2012 9:41:20 GMT -5
Deciphering the facial cues of this girl was proving to be rather interesting. Sometimes she was a tad difficult to figure out but that was a rather minor inconvenience. The strain of her mouth wasn’t clear enough for him to tell what it was meant to be or what had caused such a reaction. However the raising of her eyebrow was a bit more telling. She was questioning. Filling her with doubt over the previous actions she had done. When one was unsure of themselves it did have a tendency to make them all the more easy to manipulate. This wasn’t always the case however and Draven had too much experience to be lowering his guard around any potential threat.
Not that she had to as worried as he wanted but there was never any harm in a little too much fear. He had no idea about her previous killing and how well she had cleaned up after herself. Draven assumed she did well if he made her question it, though she could have always been sloppy and too stupid to realize this. Based on how faint the scent was on her and her choice in attire she may have been thorough and that was hopefully the case. He had no need to talk to some clueless fledgling that would get themselves hunted by Shibusen from some petty murder.
Oh now what did we have here? The faltering of her grin was slight but noticeable to his experienced eyes. Now what could have caused that reaction? It was most likely something he said but the key was knowing what. The girl wasted no time in correcting herself, overly so; making it painfully obvious to him that he had struck a chord. Things looked to be taking a turn for the exciting and all the more fun if he could get under her skin.
A corrupted meister? Ah so that was it. The soul perception comment must have tipped her off to his previous affiliation. So she had some prior interaction with the school if the prospect of a meister produced that effect. How this interaction went was still a mystery but it wasn’t terribly important. He didn’t need to know why the concept of a meister set her off, just that it did and that he could use it against her. Pressing her too far may backfire but he was confident enough to not let that bother him.
Seeing her smile was almost enough to make him smirk. Such a crude expression that had failed so many in the past. A smile was usually used when trying to appease your opponent with some idiotic idea. Especially after the jump from her previous appearance. It was a foolish thing to do if she was trying to impress him but the gesture did not go unaccepted. It was a sign that she wanted to benefit from this exchange and thought she could do this by appeasing to him. Not an inherently bad move but not what he was looking for. He wanted to know if she could be useful to him.
”I can’t say that you are wrong but corrupted has such a vulgar feel to it. The term fallen on the other hand seems a bit more fitting in my case.”
Ah the memories of Donovan’s not so pleasant fall from grace. It had been a while since then but forgetting his past entirely just wouldn’t do. Ridding himself of the thoughts he focused on the situation at hand, he could reminisce later. Clearly the girl was interested in the fact that he was a meister for Shibusen at a point in his long life. Now it was all the matter of finding how to use that against her. Not wanting to drop his casual demeanor if he could avoid it Draven let his mouth turn into a smirk.
”Did something grab your attention? Anyway now that I’ve told you that why not enlighten me as to how you could assist me?”
Assist was such a pleasant sounding word. It carried all the meaning of work for, serve, help, and be used by but with a more appeasing ring to it. Plus it was a bit too early to be descending into threats such as ‘tell me why I shouldn’t kill you’.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2012 17:51:46 GMT -5
Reign it in, vorobyshek, you’re letting your emotions get the better of you. Anastasia did her best to force any and all thoughts of Shibusen and her long dead cheat of a Meister to the back of her mind where they belonged. She was above letting such things influence her actions now and dwelling on them in this situation would only make her act recklessly. From the way he regarded her, Anastasia knew he’d caught the change in her behavior. She’d been obviously unnerved, even more reason to get herself back under control. While he spoke further on the subject of how corruption was a bit harsh, the Russian let one of her hands drift to the drink she’d left untouched. She had no intention to own it; she was too focused on trying to figure out just how to navigate the situation best. No, instead she barely touched her fingertips to the glass, making the clear liquid swirl about a time or two before letting it settle again. Watching the motion calmed her.
The man’s use of the word fallen did catch her attention. Her face vacant of any sort of expression for the time being, she looked at him without actually turning her head. She was curious now as to why exactly fallen suited him better than corrupted, but then that wasn’t important right now. Anastasia merely assumed that his experience of turning into a Kishin Egg hadn’t been as messy as hers had been. Some could probably argue that she hadn’t been in a proper state of mind, that’d she’d gone temporarily insane. The thought brought a slight smirk to her face. Those people who would have defended her were idiots. She’d known exactly what she was doing, hence why she’d done it. Revenge was so sweet, how could she have possibly resisted? Granted the stress she was under at the time probably did have something to do with how she’d killed her Meister and the poor maids. She wondered how long they’d sat there in the bathtub before someone finally noticed the smell. Anastasia would have been long gone by then, that much she knew.
Seeing the smirk on his face, she turned her head to show that he had her undivided attention as he began speaking again. Looking away earlier had probably been somewhat rude but if she hadn’t she knew her focus wouldn’t be what it needed to be. His words proved that he had indeed noticed her temporary lapse in her own self assurance. She felt a smirk of her own creep onto her face and made no attempts to stop it,
“Please, dorogoy, you had my attention since I spotted you in the crowd earlier. However, to hear you vere a Meister vas merely a bit surprisingk to me. I hawen’t thought of such thingks in quite some time. As to how I can assist you…”
Her smirk grew into a grin. The Russian took a quick glance around the bar. Nobody appeared to be watching them. Holding her left hand so it was well hidden from anyone save for herself and her conversation partner, she activated her partial. A black blade of a dagger emerged from her wrist, barely pressing against her open palm. Keeping her partial activated for no longer then was necessary to show that it was there, she closed her hand into a fist soon after and the blade disappeared from sight. Folding her hands in her lap again, she looked him in the eye and smirked,
“I too attended that school vonce upon a time. Vhile I hawen’t been vielded in many years, if you think you can handle me, then I may be able to offer you assistance in the form of a dagger.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 28, 2012 23:54:00 GMT -5
As inconsequential as it may be Draven couldn’t help but take notice of the swirling liquid. He assumed she was smarter but if she was planning some sort of trap he would need to be alert to strike first. Still if she was going to do something stupid she most likely would have done it by now. Waiting so long to move would only hinder her in the long term. He wouldn’t lower his guard but he would relax for the time being. If he needed to act the few seconds of a difference would not be enough to cause him problem.
Her response reeked of flattery but that was passable. She seemed to be interested in his being a meister so he wanted to know why. The transformation was subtle but it did register his interest. A blade vaguely similar to that of his deceased weapon. Most certainly an interesting sight coming from the hand of a kishin egg. The blade itself pressed against her skin had him slightly on edge at the possibility that she would break the skin and draw blood. Sadly that did not occur but the weapon transformation was or great potential use.
Draven couldn’t be sure how well she was as a weapon without testing it. Hopefully Shibusen hadn’t lowered its standards during the century he had been away. First he would need a victim to try her on but that was hardly an issue. A wide range of drunken individuals wandered around his darkened residence just waiting to be selected. It would literally be as easy as picking an apple from a tree for him. Not needing a crowd of witnesses Draven knew what to do. As long as the weapon girl cooperated they may be on the way to a decent partnership.
” Handling you shouldn’t be a problem but there’s only one way to know for sure.”
A grin touched his lips and he rose from his seat. Taking a moment to correct his clothing he motioned behind him.
”All I need you to do is go into the storeroom back there and wait for my lead; I’ll take care of the rest.”
The last few nights had been rather dry and he could use a meal. With the help of the weapon his hunting would be easier and more fun. Reaching for his drink he took a sip to play the appearance. He may not be able to get drunk but it always seemed to be easier to lure in prey when they could detect alcohol on your breath. Believing the girl would listen to him Draven prepared for the hunt. Putting on a somewhat arrogant smirk made a final wave toward the door before slinking into the crowded floor of the bar. A wolf in sheep’s clothing for certain but much more deadly. He could have killed all of them if he was desperate but that would cause problem later and be a terrible waste of the newfound weapon.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2012 0:38:38 GMT -5
Ah yes, she remembered this part. He was exactly right in the fact that neither of them would ever know if he could actually wield Anastasia unless they tried. She was interested to know in just how exactly that was going to happen. This wasn’t Shibusen, and a crowded bar was by far the last place to randomly change into her Weapon form. The fact that she hadn’t done so in years didn’t even cross her mind. It was like riding a bike, once you knew how to do so the capability never really left you. Anastasia knew full well she could transform easily into a Stiletto, the only issue would be when and where since the current setting was not at all optimal.
Apparently the fallen Meister had a plan, though. Watching him stand, she raised an eyebrow as she waited for him to speak. Being told to wait in a storeroom was certainly not the strangest thing that had ever happened to her. It was a bit of an odd request, but she suspected that she could guess the reasoning behind it. She slowly nodded and actually smiled a bit,
"Certainly, krasivyĭ."
If his plan was to lure someone to test her blade on then it was indeed a simple one, but one that served their needs perfectly. She watched him disappear in the crowd before bothering to move at all. Smirk still present on her face, she downed what was in her glass and stood. Making sure not to appear in a hurry, Anastasia waltzed to the back where the storeroom apparently was.
Tucking a stray stand of hair behind her ear, she gave cold glances at anyone stupid enough to make eye contact with her. Most just darted their gazes elsewhere, but a few felt that turning away entirely was necessary to avoid being called out. She was perhaps being a bit too cold to the other patrons in her midst, but it was better then having one of them somehow obstruct her path. Reaching her destination, Anastasia paused briefly to glance over her shoulder to be sure she wasn’t seen before slipping inside the storeroom. Standing just before the door, she wondered if she should hide behind something. Deciding that probably wasn’t necessary, Anastasia merely stood to the side of the door. She was sure to stand on the side opposite of where it swung, though, as to avoid being hit in the face once the door opened again.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2012 1:57:36 GMT -5
A quick look back confirmed what he expected. The storeroom door shut as the girl walked in. Excellent. Moving through the crowd he looked for his next meal. It would be best to avoid prey in groups for the time as they did tend to get worried when one of them didn’t return. Another factor was the level of intoxication of the target. Sure it wasn’t a big factor but it would make things easier as well as add to the flavor of the delicious blood. Now in a crowded place like this it was only a matter of time until he found some prey to play with.
Ah now there was a victim if he saw one. Draven kept his distance as he observed how her eyes drooped and flickered. The puddle that had formed on her table was another great indication that she was probably beyond her limit as far as beverages went. Sitting alone she looked to be searching for something that Draven could lie to her about. Approaching his target an introduction seemed to catch her attention rather quickly. Knowing that he was the owner of the club got him just the reaction he was looking for.
Watching her nearly stumble in an attempt to stand confirmed that he was right in his suspicions. Moving closer he whispered well practiced words of persuasion into her ear. Taking her hand to keep her steady Draven led her back to the bar where he had been. Not one to leave things to chance he offered her another drink and as not to offend the owner she accepted. Plan complete he led her farther from the other patrons of the club and to the door that would conceal them. Leaning closer he bit her neck slightly and careful not to use his fangs. Her thoughts adequately placed he walked with her into the room.
Quickly he made sure to block the door as well as prevent her from looking around. His prey was more than willing to comply with his unsaid request which made things all the easier. Satisfied that she was distracted Draven reached his arm back with his palm open. He could kill her now but that would defeat the purpose of a weapon. Awaiting her transformation he simply had to resist the deafening pulse he heard and not start his meal too early.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2012 15:58:02 GMT -5
The situation was vaguely reminiscent of a mission or two Anastasia could remember. Granted the tasks she and her Meister had once set out to complete didn’t involve cutting down innocents, but that was why the situation was only vaguely similar in that teamwork was required. Leaning beside the door, she ran her fingers over the rings she wore and adjusted the pin in her hair as she waited. She doubted that there would be much of a wait. Judging from their conversation alone she could tell that this man was charming. She doubted it would take much for him to lure someone back into the storeroom and then the fun could begin.
Sure enough, her maybe partner waltzed through the door with a girl so highly intoxicated that Anastasia was surprised he hadn’t had to carry her in. The poor thing could barely stand and she could smell the alcohol on her. She rolled her eyes and grinned maliciously. This was so easy she almost felt sorry for the girl. Almost. As the man reached behind his back and held his hand open to her, she smirked. Showtime. Anastasia took his hand in hers and closed her eyes. A faint red glow appeared for just a moment before a Stiletto in place of where her hand had been.
Blinking, she could feel herself drifting in the familiar darkness, granted it seemed to have a bit of a red tint to it. She couldn’t remember whether or not that had always been there during her transformations in her earlier years at Shibusen, but it didn’t matter that much to her. Finding her footing, Anastasia recognized the feel of snow beneath her feet. Smirk still present on her face, she crossed her arms and waited. The feeling of giddiness was a familiar one. She often felt it before a good murder, and given the situation she simply couldn’t contain her excitement for what would happen next. It was sure to be a show.
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