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Post by Vincent Drake on Apr 5, 2008 23:11:41 GMT -5
"Ah, regular saints eh? well in that case i should probably give you this..." With a single practiced movement Vincent seemed to draw what looked like a business card out of the sleeve of his jacket and handed it to Renn.
The card itself was pretty plain simply reading. 'Vincent Drake. Professional breaker of constantly overemotional Vampires and twits.' with contact information on the back.
"sad thing is that most of the time i can find more then enough work...actually come to think about it alot of those overly emotional types seem to hold up some chick..nan price i think? Up as some kind of god or..something.."
Vincent looked down the street, noting that his small apartment was coming into view. "i think that's my apartment up ahead.."
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Post by Renn on Apr 5, 2008 23:18:55 GMT -5
"Overemotional vampires? You mean like Anne Rice types?"
*She raised her eyebrows.*
"Fun. Hey, though, don't get be too hard on 'em. I mean, regular people get emotional too."
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Post by Vincent Drake on Apr 5, 2008 23:26:55 GMT -5
"Anne Rice! THAT was the name! Oh i don't go after the people who get down in the dump every now and then, it happens. I only go after the ones who go completely and utterly over the top for far longer then anyone could be reasonably expected. For example being a vampire who is a hundred years old and still hasn't gotten over the fact that his or her cat fluffles died 90 years ago. I exaggerate of course but yeah."
Vincent cautiously looked over his shoulder before looking back towards Renn.
"Though to say the least i have had a few...people...who didn't like me or my job, but hey things happens. Keeps things interesting i supposed." Vincent couldn't help but smile.
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Post by Renn on Apr 5, 2008 23:35:24 GMT -5
*She raised her eyebrows again, rethinking her decision to go with him.*
"Well, don't you think like... talking to them or slapping them in the face would be a bit more practical than... whatever it is you do?"
*She shrugged.*
"And, I'd rather be bored than fighting."
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Post by Vincent Drake on Apr 5, 2008 23:43:52 GMT -5
"i try, doesn't always work unfortunately. But maybe talking about work isn't the greatest thing to talk about..but if you ever need help with something well you have my card, ill be happy to help out. Just not in the daytime due to obvious reasons.."
Vincent could tell his proffesion was making Renn uncomfortable...so getting away from that topic would likely be the best idea. He looked down the street and saw his apartment building was only a block away.
"So what kind of stuff do you do around here?"
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Post by Renn on Apr 5, 2008 23:51:34 GMT -5
"Well, I haven't been a vampire for that long- only about 12 years. So I'm just kind of trying to retain normalcy. Raise my daughter, that stuff."
*She shrugged.*
"Not exactly the glorious romantic vampire story you'd expect. I don't even kill people."
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Post by Vincent Drake on Apr 5, 2008 23:58:03 GMT -5
"Hey if every vampire was the super romantic type then everyone would go insane i think. Though i think you're the only vampire i know who has actively tried to stay as normal as possible..given i only have a few experiences myself to draw from, but your goal to be normal makes you kinda special also i guess. And about the killing people part? yeah that is often a horrible idea,i mean..people get angry..vampire hunters start waving things around in your face.. sounds like it'd be more trouble then it's worth to take out someone like that."
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Post by Renn on Apr 6, 2008 14:28:36 GMT -5
"Yeah, I really don't need that. Besides, most of my friends are human. I don't think it'd go over too well if I were to start attacking people on the street like the rest of us."
*She smiled.*
"I'm glad you have respect for people- many vampires I've met seem to think they're above them, or better than them."
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 5, 2008 15:46:18 GMT -5
**NEW DAY**
*Oscar rode quickly through the streets of Paris. Her search was not going well, not the least because the streets were somehow unfamiliar to her. She kept getting lost. But lost was not something Oscar ever was--putting her through no inconsiderable ideological quandary.
She needed a landmark. Something to aim for. Oscar passed a slender woman--a girl, really--and reined in her steed, the horse's hooves tapping gently on cobblestones.*
"Mademoiselle?" *Oscar called gently, somewhat chagrined.* "Perhaps you could point me to the Bastille?"
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 5, 2008 15:49:53 GMT -5
"Er- um-"
At least Rose understood the language, though he'd been hoping to slip into the shadows unnoticed so he wouldn't have to think about trying to hide himself- he'd just be hidden, on his own.
Then his mother's history lessons came back to him, and he frowned a little behind the veil.
"Er, I think it... it fell, didn't it?"
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 5, 2008 15:59:29 GMT -5
*Oscar's eyes widened, and she threw her leg over the saddle to slip to the ground.*
"Surely you jest," *she said.* "Why would you say such a thing?"
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 5, 2008 16:01:00 GMT -5
"Because I'm merely stating a fact that has been a fact for some decades now," said Rose, growing more confident and not even trying to sound like a girl.
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 5, 2008 16:10:44 GMT -5
"Fascinating. The girl is mad," *Oscar muttered to herself. She knew quite well the Bastille stood. "Where" was the issue. She took another look, but the veil concealed the girl's features. She smiled kindly.* "Perhaps I might escort you back where you live, mademoiselle. You should not be out on such an evening."
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Post by Rose Loveall on May 5, 2008 16:24:34 GMT -5
"I'm not from around here, I'm afraid."
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Post by Oscar François de Jarjayes on May 5, 2008 16:28:04 GMT -5
*Ah. That explained it. She was merely mistaken about the Bastille.*
"Then why do you wander here alone? Come, let me find you a place to stay, if you haven't one already. I cannot leave a maid like you to less than tender mercies of the ruffians that plague Paris."
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