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Post by Luka on Jan 27, 2005 1:32:01 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]An art museum, deserted at this time of night. Moonlight filters through the large windows and illuminates the numerous paintings on the walls. Made up of large rooms and hallways, Fighting is Allowed. [/glow]
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Post by Adrian on Oct 23, 2008 19:00:05 GMT -5
Humming filled the halls of a now empty art museum, one which no doubt had a sort of security system. But at the moment it refused to go off for the young lady walking down the hall in the wing with baroque paintings hung up on the wall. Mooblight refused to illuminate the place since this particular section existed deeper within, away from the windows. Even that posed no problem for the young lady, since her equisite eyes could see in the dark.
She wore clothing beffiting that of an AX Agent in a way, yet some distinctions set it apart if one had a well trained eye. This uniform went to those of a much smaller organization. One with comparatively lesser funding & connections. Right now a new assignment had been bestowed on her, the third she had ever recieved from her employer. A man in white named Saint who she crossed her path one night, exchanging only words while their eyes of contrasting color never strayed for very long.
Promising adventure won over her curiousity, willing to try anything once. Up to this point his missions proved rather entertaining since he worked a few strange cases. Not even a Private Investigator or Detective, he came across as something else altogether. Even if there was a potential for taking up that path in him.
At the moment she waited for an 'appointment', her short briefing implying someone else would show up after closing time tonight. Someone worthy of her time & skill.
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Post by Luka on Oct 23, 2008 19:21:03 GMT -5
His father had insisted he leave the house, expressing concern that the young man (at the moment) might end up more like his Uncle than like him. That was a bad thing? the boy had asked.
Apparently it was.
His father said he should leave the house and spend some time in a place where he could see some real culture, not just what he had the unfortunate chance to witness from the motley crew at home.
His father had shoved him out the door and locked it, stating he would refuse to open it unless he brought back proof that he had learned something new and useful. The young man would find a group of cards in the envelope being shoved under the door. They would show him where he should go. The National Gallery was one of the last cards.
A small drawled out whimper rumbled out from the young man's throat as he peered into the dark halls. Of course, considering what would normally be a helpless whimper from a boy came out of the young man's throat sounding almost lewd. He didn't know that though.
Really!
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Post by Adrian on Oct 23, 2008 19:53:07 GMT -5
One hummed while the other innocently made lewd noises.
Certainly a pair of which niether party attempted to maintain any form of stealth from another possible enemy. For this reason the Adventure-Seeker turned in the sirection from which keen senses said the noise echoed. Her ears had a knack for such wonderous talent. In reply, the humming ended rather abruptly with a dead silence. Until she made a 'meow' noise, which should be noted as not a dead on impersonation.
More of a taunt. . . or just plain bait.
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Post by Luka on Oct 23, 2008 20:04:21 GMT -5
. . .
"Huh?" came a soft question somewhere in the dark. It wasn't close by, but the young man had heard it.
C-could it really...be true? Could it be!?
"K-kitty?" came another question before the sounds of quick footsteps could be heard echoing as whoever it was seemed to be fighting back from running.
Did they really believe it was a cat? SURE SEEMED LIKE IT!
The young man made little calling sounds, "K-k-kitty--!" he whispered out. "C'mere!"
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Post by Adrian on Oct 23, 2008 20:24:11 GMT -5
From how sincerely the young man responded, the crimson-haired girl almost did not have the heart to let it go on. Especially since someone who had made such a lewd noise suddenly turned into a stuttering, over-excited sap. Definately a successful use of bait if she turned out a Hunter in the end.
Cruising leisurely toward the soft whispers, those hips covered in a black leather skirt adorned by silver decorations swayed less than a centimeter. In otherwords, she did not come here to pick-up artsy cat enthusiasts. Moonlight might have lent further to that reality if it had a chance to reveal what she carried. One hand held a rather formidable weapon that looked beautiful but extremely dangerous, even for the owner to wield.
Still, no security systems went off.
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Post by Luka on Oct 23, 2008 20:31:05 GMT -5
His footsteps reduced in volume as the sound of the cat disappeared and his suspicions rose. Would a gallery full of priceless (supposedly) old artwork really allow a cat to roam around? But then it could have just snuck in...And if it did...
IT WAS LOST AND HELPLESS! ;_;!!
He continued on, somehow avoiding setting off the detectors himself. Was he really just a stuttering artsy cat enthusiast?
Almost quicker than he should have, the young man suddenly stepped out from behind a corner directly across from the cat-poster.
His face was bewildered for a moment before it shifted to a blank expression then finally a serious mask.
"Y-you're...n-not a k-kitty...at all."
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Post by Adrian on Oct 23, 2008 21:20:56 GMT -5
Perhaps the whole idea behind it all dwelled on her discovering what type of someone she had been set up to meet. A guy or gal who might come running to the aid of a helpless kitty or just ignore it. Heartlessly just leave it to some unguarded fate mysteriously orchestrated by a higher power. The same kind responsible for no longer living the life of a human. Albiet hers remained an uneventful one full of boredom over restrictions from going outside.
"What? A young lady isn't allowed to make random noises? I wouldn't give you a serious face like that if you'd made a fish noise. I just wanted to see what type of person you are is all really. . .No hard feelings?"
But of course no hostility could end up between a stuttering boy & a young lady who had lured him into the open.
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Post by Luka on Oct 24, 2008 1:19:45 GMT -5
But of course no hostility could end up between a stuttering boy & a young lady who had lured him into the open.
WANNA BET
How could such a pretty young lady have such a cruel heart? It was terrible! Especially one with such pretty red hair. Red hair just like Mother's. . .
The corners of the young man's mouth turned down then slightly, his chin quivering. Wait, wait, wait!
Daddy said don't cry.
Whatever you do, don't cry!
Don't cry, don't crydon'tcrydon'tcry
I must be nice to others, I must be nice to others, I msut be nfiois ot othrsx--
OOPS
Something about the young man changed then as he tilted his head slightly, a smirk curving his thin lips.
"I s...suppose she c...an." he managed to get out almost perfectly. The muscles in his neck tightened visibly as he tried to calm himself to reduce his stutter to a mere tic. It wasn't going to work, but he was trying, damnit!
As for Alice's meeting, who was she going to meet, exactly? If she had been given any warnings about an infected little boy, she wasn't going to meet him. Not now, anyway. The one who stood before her was a handsome young man, fit and athletic albiet a tad thin. He was suave. . .He was sexy. . .He was slick. . .He was Stuttering Sta--*terrible things*
A quick tug was given to his fingerless gloves. "Wh-why d-don't we see....if you can m-make any more..."
Now Playing: There Will Be Hard Feelings
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Post by Adrian on Oct 24, 2008 8:04:27 GMT -5
Tapping resulted as a response to his stuttering comment about making more noises. Just tapping the toe of her boot on the Gallery floor to a rythmn. Resembling a heart beat in a musical way, it stayed calm yet held itself to a lively nature. Only her wrist moved any at all really aside from a schoolgirl smile. But then again that wrist was attached to a hand holding the weapon she often reffered to as Body Ripper.
"You're a good boy if you care about kittens, I think you might have just been pretending though. . . ."
Warnings given to the once-Human were confidential at this time, leaving it to the other's imagination. Indeed her heart might have been just a touch cruel, but then again probably not. Alice spoke with a slight southern drawl, leading one to believe she had come from somewhere in America, most likely Louisianna. That Stuttering Stanley over there jumped to conclusions about the strangely beautiful lady too soon though. She was gifted. . .She was gorgeous. . .She was gangsta. . .She was Gory Gar-- *horrible stuff*
"But if I wanted to meet nice, boring people like that I would have become a nun."
Coming Soon: Karma Of A Naughty Boy
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Post by Luka on Oct 24, 2008 19:20:06 GMT -5
It was part of Theodore’s nature to make quick assumptions. Sometimes those quick assumptions helped him deal with the often-overwhelming world he found himself engulfed by. Either those illogical impressions allowed him to cope peacefully or they just ended up flicking his batshit insane switch. Guess which one just happened.
”N-no…” he said slowly, ”I c-can assure you that I like p-p…cats.”
His eyes remained trained on the young woman whose hair reminded him of his beloved momma. There was something about her though. Something that he liked. He couldn’t really explain it, not even to himself. It wasn’t like the feelings he felt for his dad or his mom, or even his Uncle…but it was like something inside him wanted her, some part of her anyway. And no, not that part either. Theodore obviously lacked the emotional restraint that was natural in most people, at least those who had been raised in a healthy environment. He actually wasn’t the worst guy, but he certainly wasn’t the best. Boundaries certainly weren’t at the forefront, especially if it was concerning something he wanted.
What Stuttering Stanley wanted he GOT.
The little bitterfly in his stomach quickly transformed into a knot of want then into a tiny pit of heat. It was almost like genuine want…and to him it was close enough. He could find out later exactly what it was about her that he wanted.
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Post by Adrian on Oct 27, 2008 7:08:51 GMT -5
Alice carried about conflicting nature's with her every step of the way now. Sick with a disease that supposedly had no medical cure, requiring blood transfusions just to stay alive. Those were good nights. Daytime turned painful for her once the sickness had gotten past the young lady's immune system. Easy task with a girl who grew up capable of dying from a nasty scrape on the knee or well-placed paper-cut. It led her to seek a life of adventure now, since she understood better than some how short life could get cut.
"Hmm."
Pause.
"Maybe you're not that bad after all then, darlin'. "
The young lady replied while eyeing him curiously, for a reason that faintly mirrored his own little touch of desire. Resonance of a recognition of sorts spread through her pale-skinned while moment ticked away. Lack of an interesting mission had not struck yet tonight, a very fortunate turn of events for Theodore. Otherwise she might have turned away entirely to leave him stood up. Not wthout a word of farewell or a reason, her persona put on for tonight allowed courteous manners.
"Still doesn't explain why you're here tonight though. Unless ya happen to be an innocent tourist who doesn't know when museum hours end. Who likes to put gloves on at impulse."
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Post by Luka on Oct 29, 2008 0:25:33 GMT -5
[*Ben Stein voice* For red, bloodthirsty eyes...you need Visine...]
One unconscious thought ran through Theodore's body, sending a shiver of delight through his thin body.
Imagine what Alice's good ol' days would allow the rest of the world to experience. . .!
The young man's exposed fingers wriggled in a repetitive motion as his speech slowed to force what amount of his stutter he could into submission.
"I'll sh-show you...how good I r-really am..."
Pause.
"I'm here...to learn what I c-can...about the w-world." a slight smirk curved the right corner of his mouth into a sarcastic twist. "Daddy's orders." The most important orders in the world.
Theodore was sure though that his orders had something to do with what Isaak had said about his role in the 'grand scheme of things'. . .His duty as a loving son. The words left his mouth before he knew it, voicing the mantra that seemed to drive every single member of the Rosenkruetz Orden. On the outside, anyway.
"B-by Flames...shall the Earth...b-be Reborn."
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Post by Adrian on Nov 1, 2008 21:40:07 GMT -5
"Sounds like you're out seeking a crash course in humanities."
Red hair moved somewhat as she spoke, since her head had moved in unison with a change in expression. One that flittered between amused and intrigued with the first few sentences he spoke how a cat jumped across trash can lids in an alleyway. But she danced along that fence only until he spoke that simple little phrase. Sliding outmore recklessly than a car across four lanes of traffic on a highway at rush hour.
"Adventrous too, for Daddy's boy."
Luring something out of her more than anything, his words that were the RKO's little Alma Matar. Killing solved problems on occasion in the eyes of some, when the situation got simple enough in the eyes of the beholder. What did her eyes that told people she was a monster, behold of that young man? Just one more chance for adventure that made un-life worth re-living the pains that came along.
"But fire doesn't cleanse it blackens. Ones like you need a life-lesson in humanity."
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Post by Luka on Nov 1, 2008 21:58:57 GMT -5
Theodore's thin lips curled into a sneer for a brief second, twisting his smile into hatred before it melted away again.
"Filth and lies." he said quietly, amazingly without a stutter.
A life-lesson in humanity. What would he even need that for? It was likely Isaak's own orders had been given to the boy so that he would be separated from Dietrich long enough so that the Horseman's perv-levels wouldn't rise to an uncontrollable level.
But perhaps Isaak cared enough for his creation, for his 'son', that he was interested in his education. Prooobably not. Von Kampfer was a learned man, so any interest he had in Theodore's education was probably for his own sake. He didn't want anything potentially stupid to the point of embarassment attached to his name.
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