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Post by Brandi on Dec 3, 2009 7:56:56 GMT -5
*She winced, pushing herself up to sitting and trying to survey what had happened. There was a lot of stuff on the floor. Of course. She'd been trying to reach War's plane. Ok. She rubbed her forearm, tender from a forgotten fall. Only then did she feel the silk beneath her fingers and her brow lowered. Shifting, she realized that the trousers weren't hers either (having worn enough men's clothing to know that they bunch unnecessarily in the front) and a frown started to form. But her eyes widened and she gasped at the sudden pockets of memory appeared. Especially the ones with lots of flesh. Brandi immediately drew back (not so much from him as the situation), her face bright red.*
"Oh! Uh..."
*She swallowed, not having all the pieces, but enough of them to assume a few things. She tried to push herself to standing, but her legs were very shaky.*
"I'll get these back to you." *She assured him, wondering what had happened to her clothes that would have necessitated her taking his.*
"Just...I'll change." *She stumbled towards the closet.*
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Post by Raziel on Dec 3, 2009 19:33:58 GMT -5
He stood up when she did, watching her face and guessing as to what she was thinking. He should've known, that it wasn't just a memory, though he wasn't sure how to react to it all--and wasn't sure how it would affect things, later.
"Of course. I'll be right out here."
The Bartlett memories were sharp, though, and he was starting to recall more and more--a Captain in the Royal Navy, once, but something had gotten him in trouble (something to do with Brandi and the pirates) and he'd lost his command. Perhaps he'd get the memory of that sometime soon...he had a feeling it was important, and had something to do with Dracula in some bizarre fashion.
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Post by Brandi on Dec 3, 2009 20:17:42 GMT -5
*Brandi slunk into the closet, both out of need for support and the privacy it offered. Ok, so it was always weird here, but that was something that was a little too wacky. And she couldn't remember most of it. And the parts she could...she wasn't really sure she wanted to. She did her best not to dwell, slipping out of the clothes and into some comfy lounge pants and a loose tshirt. Totally inappropriate for the period, but she didn't figure the angel would mind. The relatively simple task gave her time to focus and collect herself. Brandi was feeling a little better, if somewhat disoriented still. Swallowing, she folded the clothes she'd taken off, thinking that they really didn't seem like Raziel's normal garb. But who else's could they be?
She stepped out of the closet, her color a bit better. Taking a few steps towards him, she held the black garments out to him, but couldn't quite lift her eyes to his face.*
"Uh...here." *She said, trying to speak up.*
"I...uh..." *What was she supposed to say?*
"Thanks." *Biting her lip, she added.* "For lending them to me."
Awkward. Can one walk of shame in their own room?
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Post by Raziel on Dec 3, 2009 23:20:56 GMT -5
"You're welcome." He said a big gruffly, staring down at the pile of clothes in his hands.
They...were his? His normal attire tended to be casual, but some of this hinted at him having money at some point. Bartlett's clothes? But how could Bartlett's clothes have gotten here? Even if it wasn't a memory...
His brow wrinkled as he tried to figure it out.
"I...really was a Captain, it seems."
He flinched a bit at how inane the sentence was. Of course Brandi knew he was a Captain--she had the same memories he did.
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Post by Brandi on Dec 4, 2009 10:55:32 GMT -5
"Right." *Brandi concurred a little too hastily, happy to have the subject turned back to work. She focused, trying to draw back the newly found memories though the naughty ones were really distracting.*
"But, uh...not a pirate?" *That would have been too easy, Jeanne being a bosun and all. She shut her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose for a moment.*
"Um...navy?" *That was pretty much the only thing should could figure for the information she had.* "Which makes Drac what? Like..." *She frowned, unable to find an appropriate role for a Romanian nobleman.
She swallowed hard, trying to keep her cool, but it was unnerving. The memories still hanging about her made his presence all the more awkward. It wasn't just the memory of having...been with him. There was part of her that was still desperately drawn to him. Awkward indeed.*
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Post by Raziel on Dec 4, 2009 20:31:18 GMT -5
He nodded.
"The Royal Navy. Something happened, I can't remember what, and I lost my rank and command. God knows how Dracula fits into it all. I can't even guess what his role was."
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Post by Brandi on Dec 4, 2009 20:40:38 GMT -5
"Hmm..." *Brandi swallowed again, fingers dancing over each other in nervous thought. It wasn't much to go on, but it was more than they'd had before. A lot more in some areas. She was never very good at avoiding the awkward.*
"Um...I thought...well, you said that they...we...never worked out. And I thought you meant...I mean, I assumed..."
*She gestured anxiously at the bed, her eyes focused on the floor between them.*
"Did you know? I mean, about that part?" *She asked, not accusing but curious.*
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Post by Raziel on Dec 5, 2009 0:11:07 GMT -5
"Er..." He shuffled a bit, trying to sort out some of the still-jumbled thoughts.
"I knew something happened to...separate us...but that we were close, once. I just didn't know the details..."
As he trailed off, all he could think of was that he'd failed her once in the past, and an echo of those same words seemed to ring in his head, the voice that of Bartlett.
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Post by Brandi on Dec 5, 2009 15:45:32 GMT -5
*Brandi pursed her lips, trying to decide something. But finally she fessed up.*
"Look, I don't know how else to put this but...whatever may have happened...it's giving me some serious weirdness." *She shut her eyes, trying to find the right words. Or at least, better ones.*
"It's not that you...I mean, you're a total hottie and everything, but..." *Ok, this wasn't working at all.*
"I just don't know how I'm supposed to feel about this." *Her gaze met his in honesty. But how could she explain that part of the problem was she didn't hate that it'd happened. But it couldn't...well...fuck.*
"But I also know that we're in this together, no matter what, so...I don't really know how to get around it. Or over it. Or...whatever."
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Post by Raziel on Dec 6, 2009 0:48:02 GMT -5
He heaved a sigh, his gaze not once straying from hers as she spoke.
"I know what you mean. I'm not sure how I should feel or what we should say or do, all I know is that we need to keep working together and figure the situation out. I'm not sure how to...well...handle the bits of the past that come up."
Not that I'm complaining.
But dammit, it wasn't the way he wanted this to happen. It almost felt like...
"I'd never take advantage of the situation. But it seems like I'm...someone else, sometimes." He sighed.
"Whoever I am, though, I will do what I can to help you. That much I can say."
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Post by Brandi on Dec 6, 2009 14:58:36 GMT -5
"I know." *She confessed, lips pursed for a moment.*
"I mean...I didn't think...you wouldn't do that on purpose." *Brandi really did feel confident that Raziel had proven that while occasionally rough and tumble, he was of good intentions.*
"I just..." *She drew her tongue slowly over her lips, trying to formulate her thoughts.*
"Where do we go from here?" *There was a prompt swelling of music with the promise of a choreohgraphed musical number.*
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Post by Raziel on Dec 6, 2009 17:31:49 GMT -5
((Hehe))
"I'm not sure. I can think of all sorts of directions, but deciding on one...not so easy. I'd almost suggest the path of least resistance, but...would that be the right way?"
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Post by Brandi on Dec 6, 2009 18:45:08 GMT -5
*Brandi was nodding, even though she was still taking it in and trying to make sense of it all. She paused suddenly, brow quirked in question.*
"Wait. What do you mean...least resistance?"
*She'd done so much assuming in the past and it never led anywhere desirable. Not that she was sure this would be any better, but at least they'd be on the same page before taking the next step.*
((As a random aside, have you seen The Fountain? I totally think of it during this plot.))
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Post by Raziel on Dec 6, 2009 22:50:25 GMT -5
((I've definitely seen it, and now that you mention it, this does remind me of it a bit.))
"Separating. But I'd rather not do that, at all."
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Post by Brandi on Dec 7, 2009 8:41:26 GMT -5
"Oh." *Brandi answered abruptly. Yep, that wasn't what she'd thought he'd meant at all. Clarification seemed to be a good thing.*
"Uh...yeah, I'm not sure that's the best course." *She agreed (trying to rationalize her impulse to be close to the angel).*
"Somehow I don't think that Drac is going to cool things down just because we aren't around each other. And...well, I would rather have as much information as I can when he does show back up. 'Cause you know he's gonna."
*She pursed her lips, trying to come up with an alternate plan.*
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