Pandora
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Post by Pandora on Mar 16, 2009 8:59:06 GMT -5
Pandora sat in the back of the café, tinted lenses pulled over her eyes and icy hands wrapped around a drink used for show. She would never drink it, but the heat that radiated from it warmed her hands and felt quite nice. She'd hunted the night before, making it all too easy for her to sit where she was and simply watch the mortals interact. Quite an entertaining pasttime, her kind would agree. Humans were silly things, not realizing how very precious life is and taking all of it for granted. Rather sad, really. But, entertaining nonetheless.
((ugh, that is horrendous. I'm so sorry. I just woke up and it's been awhile since I've played Pandora anywhere, so I'm a bit rusty. I'll get better, promise.))
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Post by Lavinia on Mar 16, 2009 9:30:33 GMT -5
Life was a precious thing, indeed, but the state of it could sometimes degrade that. Certainly if anyone had reason to lose faith in the quality of life, it was the several-thousand-year-old Lavinia who very noisily entered the café. The girl had the grace of a doe under many circumstances - the nervous, ready-to-run, fleet sort of grace that leant itself easily to martyrs of a kind - but getting through doors was not usually one of them. Thankfully the door of this café did not have a handle one had to turn, but rather a bar that one pushed, making the door swing in. The door, however, Lavinia found, was very heavy, and took some shoving which her slight frame was not so very good at.
Once she had gotten in, though, she scurried to the bar and sat, waving with her entire arm to get the attention of a server, babbling nonsense in her disturbing, tongueless way and seeming not to notice the effect it was having, for she was in a very daydreamy mood at the time. It began to grate on her nerves, however, when she could see she was going nowhere, and she started to get frustrated and near-weepy when the man grew irritable at the difficulty she was having in ordering something.
((It's okay. I'm not writing so well today either, it seems. XD))
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Pandora
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Post by Pandora on Mar 17, 2009 12:42:52 GMT -5
Pandora's attention was easily drawn to the girl at the door, attempting to push it open with some degree of difficulty. Brows knitting together in confusion, she scanned the girl over, understanding dawning on her when she noticed the handless state she was in. The understanding was soon replaced by more confusion. How on earth had that occurred? Brow furrowed once mroe, she watched the girl interestedly, feeling sorry for her when she tried to order. Apparently, she was mute as well. Seeing the frustration building up on both sides, she abandoned her seat in the back of the café and made her way to the bar. She was unsure of exactly what help she'd be, but didn't want to sit and do nothing. "Might I be of assistance?"
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Post by Lavinia on Mar 17, 2009 13:27:56 GMT -5
((I didn't mention it in the post. Lavinia's dresseed, as usual, as though it's ancient Rome. The clothes are all made to look that way - she doesn't know where she gets them - but her headdress is as old as she is.))
Lavinia knew, as she would have to have learned nothing from her experience with the supernatural to not, that this was not quite a person. The whiteness and sheen of the skin gave that away, although they did not make her any less beautiful, or any less compassionate. It was like Maria, coming to help her with the hookah. Lavinia warmed up a little in slight hopefulness.
Tell him - tell him I want an egg - two eggs...maybe...
She did not try to speak to normal, everyday people in this way, not since she had terrified a few people over it and been very put out by this. It was bad enough having most people flinch just to look at you.
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Post by Pandora on Mar 18, 2009 14:14:31 GMT -5
((ahh, cool!))
Pandora was surprised at first to hear the girl's voice in her head. She felt no indication that this other woman was a vampire. A particularly gifted mortal? One of those witches she had heard so much about? Perhaps. She would have to divulge more from her on this later. For now, it was clear that food was a top priority. "The lady would like two eggs, please," she informed the man taking the order. Turning her amber eyes back to the other woman, she asked, "Is there anything else you would like?"
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Post by Lavinia on Mar 22, 2009 12:09:18 GMT -5
Lavinia shook her head, eyes not lifting once away from the woman before her, bright and very plainly happy to the point of her being breathless. Lavinia was beginning to be used to this, that the strange and supernatural figures in this city were the Good ones and everyone else just flinched at her. She had not been happy in a long time, after all, and she was learning things now she hadn't had the opportunity to discover in centuries. Of course, this was not a hard-and-fast rule, being as the peculiar white-skinned boy she'd met had, while not been frightened of her, unkind. But he had not been bothered by speaking to her. That was something.
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Cassandra
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Post by Cassandra on May 31, 2009 13:52:01 GMT -5
((Hope you don't mind...))
***NEW DAY***
Where she was didn't matter; she would think about that later. How she had gotten away, and what she could do next, those could wait, too. What really mattered was that Cassandra get a good drink at whatever passed for a watering hole around this city, the strongest wine she could find.
And so she had found her way to this, almost staggering in, then, and looking...dramatic. Her toga was in disarray, no doubt charred, her hair askew, some of her jewelry missing--but how could one blame her? Sighing, she sat down at a nearby seat and waited for someone to attend to her.
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Post by Lavinia on May 31, 2009 15:20:07 GMT -5
((Of course not!))
Lavinia was lucid today, not feral and crouching at bushes to pluck fruit from them with her teeth, and not so miserable and frightened that she appeared doe-like and dumb, forgetting that she could speak directly into people's minds, and that doing so it would not be noticed that she had no tongue, merely that she had no hands, and that was generally awful enough for most people.
However, whether they thought this small wild-eyed and often moaning creature - poor, unhappy Lavinia, with her hair filled with briars despite the high fashion of the Roman headdress, with her white garments mud-spattered - was good for business or not, she was a customer and intended to stay there. She did not want to be lucid at the moment. She intended to get drunk as quickly as she could.
She never looked when she hear the door open. Why should she look? Even the most preoccupied of customers tended to flinch when they saw her, faint-hearted Parisians all. But when she saw the figure come in and sit down heavily to her left, she turned then with a dark glance, intending to reach out and brush her irritably with the stump of one wrist to make her move (because she was sitting too close for Lavinia's comfort, and being touched by that thing often made people leave), she stopped and stared. And gaped. The lack of a tongue was more than obvious.
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Cassandra
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Post by Cassandra on May 31, 2009 16:16:46 GMT -5
For her own part, Cassandra had felt the same way many a time. With her wild predictions, so much of Troy had considered her mad that she had, in fact, begun to doubt her own sanity. Today, she had been proven right, though she had wished desperately not to be. ...But it would take a strong drink to stop that kind of thought. She would get it, too; mad or not, she was a princess.
She had vaguely gazed in the directions of the other table, and seen the maimed girl. Once, she would have been shocked, but she had seen so many gruesome sights in the last ten years that she didn't even flinch. Interesting style of dress, though, and unique for Cassandra not to recognize it. Having looked away again, she turned her deep, rather sad eyes in that direction. "...Do you see something that upsets you?"
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Post by Lavinia on Jun 2, 2009 18:50:56 GMT -5
Lavinia knew the Roman fashions of her day, although they were more like pipe dreams to her now, for all that she'd seen them, and despite what anyone might have thought, that period from earlier this century in which classical fashions had been adapted into Parisian ones had been nightmarish for her. This woman was not wearing them, but she was certainly wearing something classical. Not Roman, but... Greek? Was that possible?
Could this woman be even older than she was?
She spoke telepathically without thinking of whether or not she would accidentally upset anyone. What manner of dress is that?
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Cassandra
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Post by Cassandra on Jun 2, 2009 19:00:58 GMT -5
Normally, Cassandra did take great pride in her outfits; she wanted to appear at least as regal as possible at all times. It helped her keep her composure despite being thought mad. She'd already seen quite a few people in strange dresses, though this other woman's was stranger than most.
Her eyebrows raised in surprise at the foreign thought in her mind, before fairly quickly getting used to it. She'd seen worse...and also had read about telepathy. It was a Greek word, after all. She wasn't sure if she could manage it, though, and so resigning herself to appearing mad as always, replied. "It's Trojan, if you must know, based on the latest patterns from Knossos."
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Post by Lavinia on Jun 2, 2009 19:21:44 GMT -5
Perhaps she appeared mad to anyone near her, but she didn't to Lavinia, and Lavinia did not care about anyone else. Particularly when she was the one trying to communicate.
Her expression of mingled disbelief and sort of half-crazy, half-relieved joy might strike one as odd. You are from Troy?
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Cassandra
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Post by Cassandra on Jun 2, 2009 20:09:26 GMT -5
That was a...refreshing attitude, at least. Cassandra had been trying not to let it bother her for the past eleven years or so.
With a touch of her old, or rather usual, pride, she drew herself up in her seat and smirked. "Not only am I from Troy, I am its princess. ...Or I was, anyway," she added, deflating, "until they were fooled by a gods-damned wooden horse."
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Post by Lavinia on Jun 2, 2009 20:24:40 GMT -5
Lavinia's expression changed from joyous relief to incredulity and then to something akin to horror. Her mouth still open, the lack of tongue was slightly unnerving.
You are...
Yes, she knew. In fact she felt slight kinship with the story, or her memory of it, at any rate, as she had had a hard time reading once she'd lost her hands. But that was only secondary to the other realization. But - how have you - survived? She was so wide-eyed it was nearly ghostly.
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Cassandra
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Post by Cassandra on Jun 2, 2009 20:33:41 GMT -5
Clearly, this woman was either as prophetic as she, or simply insane. Or, perhaps, both. It wouldn't be that surprising, but nonetheless, Cassandra simply stared back, trying to ignore the deformity.
"If you were about to say 'Cassandra', you are correct. I wasn't aware that my name had spread out so widely." She sighed even more heavily, gesturing impatiently to the barkeep. "Fairly simple, really...I got on a boat in a hurry."
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