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Post by Daniel on Feb 11, 2009 17:00:43 GMT -5
Daniel swiped at a tear that had managed to escape. It had been a long time since he'd laughed like that.
"I don't belong to anyone, my good sir. Call it an arrangement."
The twinkle in his eye showed that was still very amused.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Feb 11, 2009 17:17:36 GMT -5
Nicolas glanced between them, unruffled by the glaring from the one, but not relieved of his general wariness, the intrusion. Still, Nicolas rarely interacted with anyone, beyond his unfortunate victims, and felt no lure from isolation. He tilted his head and watched them still more closely, with some greater interest.
"Ah," he replied after a moment. "Well, it sounds plausible." There was a vague bit of cynicism in that, but it was not of the bad-natured variety. "Why anyone would arrange anything with anyone else escapes me, but you're obviously welcome to try it."
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Post by Daniel on Feb 15, 2009 15:13:32 GMT -5
Daniel had to resist rolling his eyes.
"It's a figure of speech."
He was already annoyed, and he'd only just met this one. That had to be a new record.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Feb 15, 2009 17:34:29 GMT -5
Nicolas supposed he was probably right about that. Still frowning dubiously, he reached out one hand for the banister and seized it.
"Describing some social matter, nonetheless, with which I have very little experience," he said, pulling himself to standing. He lifted his hand to his head as though about to tip his hat, but his fingers found no hat brim and he ended up pushing his fingers through his hair as though dazed - which was not far from the truth. He did not often meet other immortals, and most certainly not under such surreal circumstances - and certainly not in any engagements with mortals. He could not even think of any situation in which a mortal would know what he was. He did not attempt even to hide the strange incredulous look he gave them as he stepped down the stairs.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Feb 17, 2009 20:19:22 GMT -5
((Sorry about not responding for so long, guys. I've been either busy or distracted or forgetting. I'll try to be better! :/ ))
He looked over at Daniel with his eyebrows raised. He was an odd one- he wondered if all vampires got to be like this.
"Is that to say that you're unfamiliar with any social situation."
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Post by Daniel on Feb 17, 2009 20:21:43 GMT -5
"Surely you've found somebody particularly fetching at some point. Or interesting."
Daniel shrugged at the look Dorian gave him.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Feb 18, 2009 12:34:29 GMT -5
Nicolas almost didn't want to be walking past them, or to have them looking at his back, in an almost superstitious fashion. He could not imagine any situation he'd ever been in in his past that could have prepared him for this one. It was terribly incongruous, speaking to strangers who knew what he was even in the bustle of the Foyer of the Opera House, with its oblivious mortals rushing in and out. They seemed, to him, to speak almost like twins or something, as though they had planned this, and he hadn't.
He turned at the last words the vampire of the pair spoke, stopping and looking at them. That he was out of his element - and that he knew this - ought to have been clear.
"Yes, it's more or less to say... No," he answered, one at a time, shoulders hunching unconsciously. "Excuse me, have we met?"
He might have sounded testy at another time, but he wondered if they had, and he had simply not noticed or forgotten. And this might not have surprised him, as the vampire he met now did remind him more of Armand in some way or other than of Aurel, by far, some fundamental difference he couldn't have articulated. He assumed it was familiarity, for it did seem more familiar to him.
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Post by Daniel on Feb 18, 2009 19:29:16 GMT -5
Daniel quirked a brow at the question.
"No. I'd remember."
He didn't really hang around other vampires, but when he did he preferred the ones closer to him in age. Older vampires put him on edge.
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Post by Dorian Gray on Feb 18, 2009 22:56:27 GMT -5
Dorian watched the exchange cooly, aware that he was the odd one out in this situation, content, for now, to observe.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Feb 19, 2009 8:30:11 GMT -5
Nicolas raised an eyebrow in returned, almost spurred on to aggression by the other vampire's collected and short reply, although it was revealed in a limited fashion and mostly ornamental, less to provoke violence than to size the other up, in a a perfectly petty and rather mortal way.
"I'm afraid I wouldn't," he said, almost ambiguously, except that he did not realize that it was ambiguous, and simply did not want to be verbose on the subject of himself. "I had to ask."
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Post by Daniel on Feb 19, 2009 12:00:32 GMT -5
Whatever.
He shrugged.
"Though, I should be careful about leaving victims out in the open like that."
He glanced in the direction of where the fainting noblewoman had been.
"There are people around here that hunt vampires. Wouldn't want to catch their attention."
Daniel hadn't run into them, no, but that didn't mean he didn't know. Word spread fast when a vampire slayer showed up.
Not that he was worried.
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Feb 19, 2009 12:35:06 GMT -5
Nicolas cocked his head, but it was with a hint of genuine - though unconscious - interest now. He'd never heard of such a thing. Of course, he had not heard of much. But the thought seemed extremely foolish. Who on earth could harm ones such as themselves? He did not even mean it as a boast. It was quite inconceivable.
"They must find it a challenge," said Nicolas, pondering this and watching the other keenly, as though he might give something away - although of course he made no attempt to penetrate his mind; he did not even think to. "Have you heard of them as successful, or merely as in existence?"
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Post by Daniel on Feb 19, 2009 15:17:25 GMT -5
"Not just a rumor. Quite a few of the younger ones have been reduced to nothing more than ash thanks to these types. Though I'm sure they'd have trouble when faced with any of the elders."
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Post by Nicolas de Lenfent on Feb 19, 2009 16:34:08 GMT -5
Nicolas put his hands uncomfortably in his pockets, forgetting where he was and that anyone was around him as he weighed this new information. He did not know what he counted as. He had already been reduced to ash once, but he was not so certain this would work out so well for him a second time, no matter what he said while hysterically laughing at something someone said to him. And he did think he counted as an elder, though he forgot sometimes how old he was. Remembering almost nothing for about a century, it seemed to be that as much time had passed as between when Lestat made him into a vampire and when he'd gone into the fire.
His face was clouded for a long moment before his eyes lifted abruptly to the other's face. "I thank you for the warning, then," he said, still brooding on it without much subtlety. Troubled was an expression that suited his face, though. He pushed back his hair impatiently.
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Post by Daniel on Feb 27, 2009 17:10:39 GMT -5
((Urgh...I'm so sorry about Daniel. He's such a pain in the neck. Er, pun not intended))
"It's a fair enough warning to give." He said, sounding bored.
He in fact already was, and was thinking about where else in the opera he and Dorian might find something interesting.
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