Claudia
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Post by Claudia on Oct 22, 2008 8:46:28 GMT -5
((Oh, it is creepy. Not like there's anything else to do there, though, really.))
Claudia lightly rocked on the heels in question, hands clasped behind her back as she watched him with her steady gaze, those eyes truly glowing now. Well, they would see, wouldn't they--how much information she let through, and how long he'd be willing to play.
"Oh, you have," Claudia confirmed, chuckling. "But I've merely come to tell you of danger. Threaten you? Heavens no." She leaned forwards, inspired. "Think of me, Armand, as your 'shadow'; not that you'd have heard about Jung yet. I will be here, taunting you, exposing your weaknesses to you--but I won't harm you."
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Post by Armand on Oct 22, 2008 20:37:51 GMT -5
(( ...*I* haven't even heard about Jung yet. What in the world is Jung? ))
Armand considered Claudia evenly, almost curiously. He didn't seem to be taking her very seriously- for all that she claimed to have died, and that a vampire had been made of one so young was an offense and a curiosity, she still felt younger than him. What else could she do to him that had not already been done? The worst he believed her capable of being was an annoyance.
Such arrogance. It's so dull.
"Fine. I hope you remain suitably entertained by me."
He turned to leave.
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Claudia
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Post by Claudia on Oct 22, 2008 21:57:56 GMT -5
(( Carl Jung was one of the most important psychologists of the 20th century, and a follower of Freud. He came up with idea of "archetypes", including the hero-figure and, as here, the shadow.)) Now Claudia was getting somewhat annoyed, though she tried quite hard not to show it. He...wasn't taking her seriously at all, was he? Despite her dire warnings, her knowledge of his personal life--what did it take? Alright, so she was younger than him, at least seemingly. She wasn't going to try to do anything about that (again). I won't let him spurn me! was her own thought. "Oh, but wait," she said as he turned. "You don't want to hear anything else?" She raised an eyebrow.
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Post by Armand on Oct 22, 2008 22:14:25 GMT -5
(( ooo wikipedia. <3 ))
Armand paused, turning back slightly. "It depends. Are you going to tell me something or are you going to play games and drop hints? Don't waste my time."
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 10, 2009 15:53:17 GMT -5
*NEW NIGHT* Mercutio sauntered out from the den one lovely evening, trailing a small cloud of thick, sweet smoke that curled out behind him and dissipated into the night. Despite his bruises and cuts from the previous night's fight with Tybalt, he was feeling well- that was, after all, the entire point of his excursion into the den tonight. Unluckily for him, however, he'd found no familiar faces in this haunt. For that matter, barely any conscious ones either, and so he was leaving after only an hour or two to perhaps hit up a bar or another warm, welcoming place. (( Tag Puck! ))
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Puck
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Post by Puck on Sept 10, 2009 16:10:45 GMT -5
Perhaps by chance or perhaps by Fate (though he'd never been one to place much stock in her silly schemes, easy as they were to thwart), another gentleman of a rather dubious nature had chosen the same night to take a tour of the city. He was dressed simply, in a palette of browns ranging from rich to ragtag, topped off by a jaunty leather coat and a disarming smile.
Puck was in Paris, and by all that was good and quite a bit of bad besides, he was going to enjoy himself.
So far the night had proved uneventful, or as uneventful as things got around Lord Oberon's most trusted fae; he'd upset some chairs in several fine dining establishments, frightened a cadre of young women and somehow or other (he still hadn't quite figured it out himself, which made things all the more delightful) he was fairly certain he'd convinced a lady of high repute to spend the evening with a homeless fellow. With a deep sigh of contentment he stretched his lean shoulders--
--and scrunched his face up into an alarming mask of disgust, arms still high above his head. Looking something like a mad chimpanzee, he murmured in characteristic sing-song, "What is that atrocious smell?"
Sniffing the air and righting his posture, Puck identified the odor as opium, that plant the humans spoke so highly of. He wasn't fond of it himself, but, he recalled as he continued sniffing and walking, trailing it to its source, it did have rather amusing effects on the little mortals. At last it seemed he'd found where the opium-smell was coming from, and in the process almost ran headlong into a rumpled but well-dressed young man. "Well well!" he said, giving the gentleman before him the twice-over, "what have we here? A pretty little fellow with a pretty awful perfume, if my nose is yet to fail me." Puck giggled, flashing the man a strangely handsome smirk.
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 10, 2009 22:04:36 GMT -5
Mercutio, for all his drugged senses, certainly could not miss or ignore a tagline such as that, even if he did happen to overlook the slightly ill-fitting clothing and Puck's suspiciously fluid way of moving. He drew himself up in mock-offense, but he ruined the effect by swaying ever-so-slightly. "Detest the smell, stranger, but don't taunt it 'til you've tasted it," he said lazily.
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Puck
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Post by Puck on Sept 10, 2009 22:13:36 GMT -5
"Bah!" Puck replied, drawing himself back and making a face like a petulant child, "Anything that makes men more muddle-headed than they're already inclined to be can't keep far enough from me!"
Amused at his own rhyme, as he so often was, Puck couldn't help but crack a smile and chuckle. Rocking back on his heels, he appraised the young man again, noting with more than a little amusement that he could probably use the drugged ninny for a game or two before the night was out. "What's your name, O Lazy Lion, and what brings you so far from your den?"
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 11, 2009 14:46:36 GMT -5
"Well, that rules out love, women, suspiciously-colored liquids and most of the plants found in your average apothecary's, doesn't it? Fie, how dull. I would miss those suspiciously-colored liquids." Mercutio regarded him with a raised ginger brow, then swept into an impressively flourished bow. "Mercutio 'tis my name, my fine flighty fellow, though I'm open to suggestions," he said, jerking back up as though each joint were tied to strings, "As for my den, it is just behind me; did you not comment on the reek?"
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Puck
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Post by Puck on Sept 12, 2009 19:47:11 GMT -5
Puck chuckled again, his hazel eyes narrowing in contemplation. What he had at first taken to be an average simpleton had turned, quite abruptly, into someone who seemed as good-natured and sporting as himself--a rare find among mortals, to be sure.
"Mercutio, Mercutio, Mercutio," he half-sang, testing the word on his tongue, "Meandering, malodorous Mercutio. I rather like that!" he laughed.
"You, man of melodious moniker, may call me... Robin." With that, he bowed with a fae's inimitable grace and rose again to face Mercutio, this time less than a foot away from him. Tilting his head to one side and flashing his companion a rakish grin, he asked, "Were you planning on returning to your den this evening? I admit I am but newly come to Paris, and find myself bored with unescorted wanderings."
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 12, 2009 22:00:31 GMT -5
Mercutio's lips twisted into a smile as the man sang his name. "I am over-fond of it, I admit," he said, and laughed. Then, with the careless gesturing of one hand, " 'Tis a pleasure, and a delight, and a deluge, and a refuge, into one's such as company as yours. Of this I'm certain, or at least certain to find out."
After the fae's bow they were quite close; Mercutio refocused on the man's face in bemusement and with an obvious effort, blinking languidly until Puck's face came to him sharp and clear. Likely the smoke clouding his senses made this meeting all the more strange and fantastical- just now, Mercutio swayed just forward enough towards Robin to experience that peculiar trick of the eye that comes when one is too close to something. Between the opium and the proximity, Puck's face seemed too angular and bright, distorted into something less than human. Mercutio took no alarm at this. Opium was not the only drug to partake of in the den, although it was the most popular; if Mercutio started being alarmed every time he was drunk and convinced the streetlamps had it out for him, or drugged into having a contortionist's eye, why, he would have gone mad years ago.
"No, for I've a different taste for something tonight; why not make it a tour de France? If, as you say, you've want of company not of the hired sort, but for a means more or less innocent than that, I find myself an unoccupied man."
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Puck
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Post by Puck on Sept 13, 2009 23:03:16 GMT -5
Puck found himself rather glad the man was less than sober, otherwise the close contact might have given him away--he had a feeling that the dulled gray eyes focused vaguely upon him, once sharpened by a few hours outside of opium's embrace, would be able to pick up on his... not-quite-the-same-ness. Even so, as mortals went he found Mercutio strangely charming, quite possibly because, even reeking of drugs and alcohol, it seemed that he could banter with the best of them. Puck sorely hoped that prowess would not be lost once his new companion sobered up.
Giving Mercutio a nod, Puck snapped smartly to the man's side and looped their arms together, patting Mercutio's hand for good measure. "A tour it shall be, then!" he said, hazel eyes sparkling with mirth, "And if, as I hope, you are as enamored of a good bit of tomfoolery as I am, let it be one rife with merriment. What say you, O mercurial one? Whither wander we?"
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 15, 2009 18:36:34 GMT -5
Mercutio regarded his new companion with bemusement. "Why, sir, where ever we feel we must go. I admit myself nearly at a loss when it's the company of a teetotaler I have, but there is surely something in this city one can do sober. We will discover it! Step sharply, man, lest you find your intentions stoppered by the fumes still wafting sweetly out from behind us into the wind."
(( Okay, fail!post done. ))
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Post by Puck on Sept 15, 2009 19:26:05 GMT -5
Puck grinned and nodded, rather delighted that Mercutio seemed ready for anything. "Agreed, my newest, truest friend," he said as he gallantly led them off into the Parisian night, "though I must admit I'm more familiar with forests than with yon cobbly streets. As to my distaste for your indulgences, it is a trifling thing--I simply haven't found anything comparable to what the breweries in my homeland supply." The fairy gave a wicked smirk; many a man had tried to get his hands on elvin mead and fairy liquor, and only those most favored by the King and Queen had the pleasure of even a single drop.
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Post by Mercutio on Sept 22, 2009 15:05:03 GMT -5
"I, sir, am the opposite, born and raised on yon cobbly streets- not neccessarily these yon cobbly streets, but cobbly streets somewhere- and have no idea of the perils nor pleasures of a forest. Feh." The dismissive wave of his non-trapped hand. "Sounds right dull to me, all that greenery. But where do you hail from, that they have such breweries as to make a man swear abstinence to any other?"
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