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 Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 6:24 am
The door opened enough to give a clear view of Sister Maria and her steaming plate of... something. A fork stuck straight up from the strange, but obviously edible as it had several dents in it, mass.
"What, do you want?" Maria's eyes narrowed as she stared at the vampire, barely allowing him to come inside the door before she stood straight and refused further entry. This vampire, Maria was sure, wasn't like the sweet little Ruka. And she was tired of entertaining vampires in a place meant to be secure from such things, for humans.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 9:39 am
Stephen was grateful to be out of the sun, though he wished he was further inside, away from doors and windows. To express this, he took a step forward, just enough to place him Maria's personal space.
"You're Sister Maria, right?" The cloak was suffocating and he could bear it no longer. With one easy motion, almost too fast for a human, he pulled off both the cloak and the scarf to reveal his angelic but haughty features. "I'm Stephen Aquilla, and I'm here on request from Lord Ash. I wanted to ask you a few questions..."
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 9:49 am
The look the young girl gave Stephen was positively filthy, and with a raised eyebrow she took a bite from her interesting glop of food, whatever it was. When finished, she waggled the fork at Stephen.
"And you can well ask them, but I, frankly, have no thought to answering them. Forcing yourself further inside a Shelter than you were given leave; a place where safety is promised... you irritate me." Maria grimaced at Stephen, but she had demonstrably not so much as twitched backwards, apparently not at all cowed by her lack of stature and Stephen looming above her.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 10:09 am
Now that he was inside and less twitchy because of the sun, Stephen could sense something...odd, distracting him from Maria's attitude. There was something about this place...no, not the place, there was something about her that gave him a similar feeling as to being out in the sun did. Not particularly pleasant, but it had the effect of changing his demeanor to one of polite but very guarded.
"My apologies, Sister. I was simply uncomfortable, being so close to sunlight," He did, however back away, towards the door. "...Who...no, how long have you run this Shelter?"
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 10:16 am
She seemed to be amused by his immediate change in attitude, but there was no softening of her features, instead she looked away and stared at one of the windows, through which golden light fell through, though one could see the growing clouds in one corner.
"That, Mr. Aquilla, you could find in the official documents pertaining to Cascade and its Shelter," Maria said with a snort, and seemed to have been serious when she said she'd not answer (directly, anyway, it seemed) any questions. Looking back at Stephen, her smile was suddenly sharp, her pale eyes for a moment seemingly lighted from within by light purer than any virgin dawn before clouds covered the upper parts of the window and they went back to their regular colour. A trick of the light.
"That's not what you really want to ask, though, is it?" She said sweetly, and took another bite, eyes widening in something nearing innocence. The tension of anger lay beneath the false sweetness, though.
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Posted: Wed Sep 19, 2007 11:17 pm
Keeping his gaze on the television set, Jackson picked up a slice of bread with one hand, buttering it without paying it much attention. It was not as though the Enforcer had ever complained about what he had given her before, and he certainly did not reserve the nicest things for her. He ducked beneath the counter briefly as the weatherman started his report, and pulled out a couple slices of roastbeef, slapping them on the bread and butter before smearing the whole concoction with strawberry jam. There. That fit her requirements.
"You want this grilled?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 1:25 am
Looking back and Jackson, she gave the sandwish a critical eye and then nodded, waving a hand in the air.
"Sure, why not. It'll probably be interesting," Dee said and glanced towards the door, wondering if Lucretia would come in today, or if she'd see her elsewhere in the town...
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 1:38 am
Jackson slid it into a frying pan, adding a second piece of buttered bread with provolone cheese on it simply because he thought it would "be interesting", as Dee had put it. After the two slices of bread turned stiffer and tan, he took them out, pressed them together into a sandwich, and handed it to Dee on a plate.
"There you go."
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 12:17 pm
Chibi_baka She seemed to be amused by his immediate change in attitude, but there was no softening of her features, instead she looked away and stared at one of the windows, through which golden light fell through, though one could see the growing clouds in one corner. "That, Mr. Aquilla, you could find in the official documents pertaining to Cascade and its Shelter," Maria said with a snort, and seemed to have been serious when she said she'd not answer (directly, anyway, it seemed) any questions. Looking back at Stephen, her smile was suddenly sharp, her pale eyes for a moment seemingly lighted from within by light purer than any virgin dawn before clouds covered the upper parts of the window and they went back to their regular colour. A trick of the light. "That's not what you really want to ask, though, is it?" She said sweetly, and took another bite, eyes widening in something nearing innocence. The tension of anger lay beneath the false sweetness, though.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 3:03 pm
Dee only took half a moment to stare at her sandwich before digging in with gusto, apparently not minding the combination of beef, strawberry jam and cheese at all.
"I have to remember this combination... thanks," Dee said with a lopsided smile, wondering with some snide delight if Jackson had thought she'd choke, despite all the things he'd cooked together for her during the two weeks she'd been in Cascade. "You think the doctor'll come past today?" Mentally freezing, Dee wondered how that had managed to slip past her and swore at herself, even as she continued to eat without any outwards sign of her self-berating.
Maria smiled angelically, the white of her dress and veil lighting up her olive skin as she took another few bites of her lunch.
"Sister Maria of Cascade Shelter. Alive. In that order" There was not a note of taunting in her voice, and for all that, besides Maria still being angry, she appeared, and sounded, sincere and thruthful. In many ways, her answer was both, and neither.
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Posted: Thu Sep 20, 2007 7:41 pm
Damn. Now that Jackson thought about it, provolone was a pretty mild cheese. Luxembourg next time, then. Or something with peppers in it.
His gaze did not waver from the television set ("...a real turn around, folks! Looks like that rain will be coming in sometime this evening, but that humidity'll be here all week!..."), but was he a cat, one of his ears would have silently swiveled towards Dee at the comment about Lucretia. Hm. Now that was interesting.
"No idea." Jackson shrugged.
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Posted: Sat Sep 22, 2007 7:11 am
Stephen's expression turned rather blankly polite. "I see you plan to make good on your threat. My apologies for bothering you and disturbing your...meal," A twinge of disgust, aimed at her plate of something was evident here, but was gone a split second later. He gave her deep bow, replaced his hood and scarf, and left.
"What is SHE?!" Stephen burst into Drakul's room, the door slamming into the wall with a loud 'BANG".
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 11:16 am
"Wh-huh?" Drakul jerked straight upright, comforter pooling in his lap, a gun in one hand and a silver dagger in the other, his hair in sleep-fuddled disarray. He seemed to be naked, as his chest was bare, revealing a strange shiny red burn mark just below the hollow of his throat. With a frown, Drakul's gaze focussed and he grimaced, putting away the gun but starting to play with the knife.
"Who? Wait... she? I don't think you've met our resident Executioner, yet, so I don't think you're talking about her, but she's certainly someone one could alsk "what" of... So I suppose you're talking about sweet, infuriating Maria?" Drakul shrugged, eyes glittering in the darkness.
"Human? It's not as if she registers as anything else..." Drakul trailed off a faint frown on his face, but he seemed to have forgotten about Stephen, a look on his face that said he was about to remember something, something forgotten but important, if to no one else but him. Then he shrugged his shoulders and raised an eyebrow, gaze sharp and aware again as he turned to look at Stephen, dagger flicking between his hands.
"What did the little Sister do to you, Aquilla, to get you so upset? Did she scare your blue blood out of you?" Laughing softly, Drakul was definitely mocking.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 11:47 am
Drakul's teasing tone only made the other vampire more peevish. "Human?! I don't think I've ever met a human like her before! Has all this air about Cascade dulled your senses?!" The sun he had just escaped, combined with that odd feeling he got from Cascade, multiplied by the even odder feeling he got from Maria was definately getting to Stephen. How could Drakul not sense something odd about the Sister.
Ugh. Wait. He lusted after her, or had similar feelings. Those must be getting in the way. What a bother.
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Posted: Sun Sep 23, 2007 11:56 am
"Dulled my senses?" Drakul's smirk twisted sideways and he threw off the comforter and stood up, revealing himself to, indeed, be completely naked. His inner thighs had a strange array of burned-looking, though healed scars obviously coming from something sharp.
"If anything has dulled my senses, Aquilla, it would hardly be the air in Cascade," Drakul said softly, throwing Stephen a raised eyebrow and amused smile over his shoulder before he turned back to his wardrobe and tugged out a turtleneck sweater and a pair of pants. He apparently didn't bother with underwear.
"Now, as I'm completely awake and irritable, Aquilla, was all you wanted to do was whine about Sister Maria, or did you have something else I absolutely had to know in the middle of the day?" Drakul sounded strangely mellow as he dressed, bending over his bedside table and picking something up that he snapped around his neck and hid beneath the sweater.
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