"I guess so," Bree said as she took Dimitri's hand. What he said next made her laugh a little. "True, but I'm not really good at telling jokes, and I definitely can't play piano like that. But I'm pretty good at falling!" She meant getting back up, of course. At this moment fireworks started overhead. Breanna and Dimitri both were splashed with neon on their skin turned bronze in the early night sky.
"This place is so pretty..." She said simply as she looked up into the bursting stars.
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A small light appeared, and Vincent flashed in. Though this time, he maintained his balance. The Headmaster glanced around, seeing the peaceful environment, and the vendors' happy faces. He walked over to one of the food carts and bought a fresh churro, before making his way across the festival grounds. Vincent swirled his finger, kicking up a bit of fallen leaves, and letting them swirl around him. This was peaceful, he loved this time of the year. He just wished the festival wasn't to celebrate his fiance's defeat. He sighed heavily, walking over to a semi hidden park bench. Well,this'll do. he thought, walking over and sitting down. He looked around, taking in the beautiful Autumn scenery, and closed his eyes, trying his best to relax.
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"You not being able to play piano would be a good gag. There'd be duets and you could be constantly screwing up the tempo. Heh."
Dimitri wasn't sure why they were talking about going into business with her. The guy barely knew her at all. Yet, the conversation was calmer than confined waters. Bursting in the sky sporadically spewed through the night, colors burning their presence over the shadowy space backdrop. His sight drifted to her, her olive composition bursting on the surfaces of colored lights with reds and yellows shimmering into the dark holes of her eyes. His gaze drifted into the sky once again, admiring the display. "The world is unraveling in life from the good to the bad. Just as a musical number, it shakes in joy from scale to scale and remembers the moments that there is a sadness buried deep which makes happiness meaningful. It's moments like this, something that sticks in your memory, makes life pretty wonderful..."
The rant of idolizing simply the show suddenly died off just like each firework which shot the sky only to fade out in its watercolor, neon short lifespan.
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Bree giggled and smiled at how much fun she was having. She'd finally lucked out and got herself in a nice little moment of normalcy. She thought of asking Dimitri if he was human, but thought better of it. Instead she just watched her world highlighted in colors, supposed to be the messengers of emotion, at a time: moments to a memory to times she thought of but could only feel. What Dimitri said next, in his poetic way, grabbed Breanna from that feeling.
"That's beautiful... Do you write any of that? Oh, what am I thinking! You're probably a poetry kid. Wow, music and poetry? I'm getting less significant by the second." She laughed, but somewhere, perhaps in a different time, she was reminded that this should have been a trigger for her sadness; could she really forget her own struggles and how they changed her from this last month?
The display started to die down along with the silence between the two. Maybe this time he could actually think of real conversation rather than just speaking or mumbling observations the way he did. Dimitri was talkative, but it was a different story when it came to adding to the conversation.
"Oh, uh, writing? I'll tend to do so. Mostly music sheets, though. The way I talk is that of a difficulty to turn off. It's a normality that I don't really share."
It was quite true. Dimitri learned to talk straight through knowledge, books, and the way his fellow older musicians spoke. So, everything came out in a wordy way to describe himself. He didn't know any way simpler. It'd be worse without his little help.He had memories, but was glad the feelings of those memories could not be recalled. Hopefully. A weird jolt through his system occurred, but he tried to ignore it out of respect for his guest. He was fond of her and didn't want to ruin the moment by just suddenly leaving. Infact, he didn't even know anything about her still.
"I'm sure you are interesting somehow. Normally I don't stand around and ramble with someone over nothing."
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"Oh, I see... Oh well, your music says it all anyway, I think!" Said the newb cheerfully. She could feel the tingling feeling she got from supernatural things all around her. It'd been going on all day, but with the arrival of Vincent she began to shiver uncontrollably.
"Uh... Is it cold out here to you too?"
Then the backhanded compliment came. The problem with prodigies was that they could never tell how rude their choice in words sounded, Breanna frowned at this, but managed to turn her distaste into a playful pout for the sake of having someone to talk to.
"And you're sticking around because you can't figure it out?" She said with smirk. "I'm just a regular human though... Although I guess that's kind of out of the ordinary in a school like this, huh?"
Dimitri gave a smile, scratching the side of his head. Atleast she did understand music was easier for him than talking. To be more accurate, that is, would be honesty. Cold? It didn't appear too cold. Than again, their clothing choices were different. That, and he was less likely to feel temperature with his vice. Uh oh, she seemed a bit irritated. He probably could have worded that much better than before. If only talking was his strong suit...
"I'm sticking around because you're a bad trader selling yourself short."
It was stern and blunt with his grin, but it was a point. He had already shared much more of himself than she offered already. Dimitri wasn't amused by talking about lack in skill. At there very least, he wanted one interest and he'd be satisfied. He removed his jacket, finding not a huge need for the article anyway. He stood there in a simple dress shirt, tie, and scarf as he offered it to her.
"Regular or not, we all get cold."
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"Hehe~!" Bree found his first retort delightful. She wouldn't say, but she always liked the witty Emerson types best; no matter which approach they took they seemed to offer the best conversation. The chill was still there, but it'd be ridiculous to suggest Bree hadn't noticed Dimitri wasn't cold.
"Oh... Are you sure??" That old work ethic seeping into a simple exchange now. Crap, it's hard being strong! "You're... Not cold?" Bree asked as she took the jacket. She of course wouldn't put it together immediately.
"Heh, it's funny. I used to get the most violent chills whenever something supernatural was around, but now I sort of just have it all the time..." She laughed nervously. "I must really be cold for once."
Well, a laugh. That was a success. Maybe he was getting better at this. It was really hard to tell. Dimitri was atleast glad she took the jacket. If someone was bothered by weather, they should atleast have the proper clothes to be comfortable. He didn't really need it as he was comfortable in the numbness he had. The scarf was more style than anything. He gave a simple nod handing it to her with eagerness. "Cold? Well... let's say the crispness hasn't bothered me for the longest." Chicago had some pretty bad winters, but there were certain exceptions to lately anyway. Violent chills from the supernatural? Peculiar. This was a school for the gifted, right? She should either be a Popsicle at this point or was specifically tuned to certain entities. "Well, you know what that means... everyone ha become spooky." He gave a silly 'woooo~' with jazz hands as he said this. It might've seemed out of character, but medication did that to him once in awhile. "Maybe you've become intertwined with the supernatural. That's a cool talent; cooler than playing piano."
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Bree was sure she could feel something now. It just wouldn't go away! even with Dimitri's jacket. A slight frown appeared on her face as she stood there shaking. Dimitri's words, unfortunately, ran over her like clear stream water, as if not to touch at all.
"I guess so..." She said looking the other way. She just wanted to figure at least something out. "I'm sorry. It's just not going away... Hey," she thought of something clever to ask him, "is there a--I don't know--ranking? I know this school is mostly supernatural beings, but are all of them equal in their supernatural-ness?" She took a step away from the general direction her chilling feeling was coming from.
"Dimitri... I like you how you are," she said finally addressing his last sentiment. "You're normal--I think--and that immediately puts you ahead of these weirdos in my book." She thought of staying for a moment, but instead gave a faulty excuse and ran off.
In the area known only to loners and the occasional clever smoker footsteps muddling leaves into a fiery-colored dust brushed the ears of their target: Janus Androgyne.
"Hey, chief." His voice was a special kind of derisive because it always sounded scornful but also like he hadn't the energy or will to lower himself to antagonise his recipient; and in that there was a certain kind of honesty which could never be overlooked as anything less than genuine. He held up a hand to stop Vincent from speaking for a moment as he approached.
"I heard--or saw--what happened. What're you going to do?" He asked this question to get two answers. Let's see how many Vincent would give.
That was a difficult one to address... "I wouldn't say rankings. Everyone has something special about them and reasons to have such things or use them. I judge by goodness; something not everyone has." That was a sorrowful fact about the school. Many had ulterior motives. There might be more than expected besides that, but Dimitri was still new. Not to mention relations with the gods most likely made things not simple. Bree addressed him in such a dramatic and interesting way. Normal? There wasn't a norm anywhere before, but the fact he was complimented so was touching. Before he could even ask what was bothering her or a thanks for sharing her thoughts, she was off. "W-Wait!" It was too late, though. She was off. With his suit jacket... Oh well, it was only going to get colder tonight. She would probably need it. Dimitri gave a last look of her going off, one look to the piano, and was headed off. The festival was nice and all, but he was starting to get an itch. Little did Dimitri know, however, was that his suit jacket had a few of his belongings that were important. One was a music box from his childhood. There was nothing super special about that. However, the other item was not something that should be shown to anyone and would probably have frowns from others.
Inside the jacket was also a very low pill bottle of Vicodin with his name.
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Vincent simply smiled at the God. His eyes flashed a bright blue as he approached him cautiously. What am I going to do... hm.. he thought for a moment, of multiple ways he could approach this situation. "Huh, what am I going to do.. There's chaos every where. You'd think, me being the God of it, I'd thoroughly enjoy it. But, unfortunately, I don't. Let's see, let's see." He began to pace, with a sly grin. "I guess you're just going to have to wait and find out, aren't you?" he smirked, summoning a bottle of whiskey and popping open the top. The alcoholic God took a rather large sip, and chuckled, before walking off.
OOC: Vincent's a lil bat s**t crazy right now, my apologies.
Abilities on: Creature of the Night Rook Blind(m): is blind but has incredible smelling.
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He's caved... That's sad. I don't really wanna see this.
[colorimpatient Janus stood there for a moment giving the sickly god a pitiful look; we must notice here that Vincent was actually worthy of such a notion, so, you know, kudos for that. When he was done Janus the speaking was waiting to tag in from Janus the listener, both of them providing the more important facets of apathy respectively seen as non-participant-pity and impatient aversion, with tapping foot and staggered hips. "That sounds great, and it almost sounds like you know what'll happen," he said flippantly as he flipped out a f**; "but let's not play pretend, Vincent; one of us is more prepared for absolute chaos and the answer to that... You do know it, don't it?" The god of doors wouldn't chase Vincent mentally or physically.
"I heard Lucian's slated to be the next god of everything. That must be something for you." He turned to walk away but looked back to deliver the final message.
"Do yourself a favor, huh? Stay sober for the coronation; you're gonna want to remember that moment in full." Steps now as leaves gasped under breath of Autumn wind.
Breanna kept speed walking away from the area she was in, not aware she was being pulled by the gravity of the object of her curiosity. She was causing quite a ruckus: tea trays spilled from the hands of pretty little maids, the occasional clang of her shoes on trash cans, the locomotive rustle of leaves chugging and churning under her like a tornado's panting. The vendors were beginning to yell for her to be seized, but this of course only made her more skiddish and quicker to run. She spiraled and bounced like an astronaut through the main aisle until she found a tunnel to safety.
It led to the top of a lonely hill. From here, Bree thought, she could at least get a handle on whatever it was that was happening; this feeling stirring up memories, manufactured or otherwise, of Kira and the way she felt when she was alone with her in that empty church. She noticed some people were finished with some kind of conversation; she was also cold, and thought that this was the strongest the feeling had been as she looked to the one wearing black. For whatever reason she found herself drawn to the answer to the question she was about to ask, without really even knowing what that question was.
"He-hello...." She started uneasily at the headmaster. "I'm not sure where I'm going. Can you help me figure where I can find the headmaster?"
Vincent rolled his eyes, taking another gulp. "You clearly must have forgotten who I am, Janus. In your eyes, you're obviously going to see something different. But if I didnt know what to expect, do you think I'd be standing here right now, drinking? I don't think so. Things like this have happened before in the God's Realm. No, the mortals weren't involved, but that's the only new twist to the situation. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a war to prepare for." The God laughed, turning and walking towards the open area of the hill. You need to stop. You have no idea what you're doing.
He noticed Bree, and his eyes dimmed to a soft, welcoming blue. He tilted his head in slight confusion, hearing the question. "Breanna, are you feeling alright? You know, you're speaking to the Headmaster now. What can I do for you?" He murmured softly, a bit worried.
OOC: sorry for the short, plain post. My phone doesn't do very well with posting formats. It gets all jumbled.
