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 Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 1:55 pm
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 2:05 pm
Alex continued to frown - he'd never approved of violence, even in self defense. It just seemed... so much of a cop-out. Then again, life had proven time and time again that talk didn't get you everywhere, and that a little bit of practicality had to be applied in less than stellar situations involving your life on the line or something like that. It was somewhat distressing, and likely the reason he tended to retreat, even if he had instigated an argument for some sort of justice. A frustrating wheel of hypocrisy...
"Mmm..." he said non-committally.
"You know, other people make it three strikes," Marks pointed out - not entirely serious, just commenting. "But yeah, only two always makes more of a point."
He noted Rob's discomfort, but said nothing on it - it was the kid's choice not to adjust, damnit. You'd think he would learn something, considering the amount of time they'd spent together...
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 2:22 pm
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 2:32 pm
Eyes widening slightly, Alex blinked at the boy in bemusement. It'd be silly to ask 'to what' - because that was perfectly explicable. Many people heard music where there was none. It'd be even sillier to ask 'why' - likely because he'd reacted in such an ill manner to the subject of conversation.
But he couldn't think of any reason to refuse. "On the table?" he asked simply, diverting his attention deliberately from Vain's question - absolutely certain he didn't want to hear what Marks had to say.
His first intention was '******** 'em up' but he wasn't sure that was clear enough. "Enh... if it's important enough... Depends on the weather," he shrugged, "If it's too damp to find easy kindling, play hostage-tag until everything clears up and it's possible to freak 'em out mano a mano.
"But if you're out for answers more than revenge you might just wanna try picking on one with a little less control over his powers."
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 3:00 pm
"Table?" Skittles spread his legs wide a foot on either side and moved causing the table to rock. "No, floor is better," he said drawing his leg back and sat on the edge. "Less likely to fall down or off," he pushed himself off at that comment, holding out his hand when landed. "Come on. Please?"
"Explosion are for worse case scenarios. I'm thinking of speaking to this coon that high tailed it first." Vain smile turned wolfish. "Running away from duty such a cowardly thing. I wonder what secrets he has to hide, or to say?" He twirled and paused half way. "Care to find out with me, Marks?" An invitation, such a rare thing for him to offer.
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2006 5:58 pm
Surprise melted away into contentment, "If you like," he laughed a little, rising from his chair with a slight nod, taking the proffered hand. "How does one dance where you come from?"
Marks laughed, "I'll let you know if he bothers to show up again, how about that?" He wasn't the type to leap into comraderie, though admittedly Vain amused him far more than anyone so far. Save perhaps Veda, though Veda's prime cause of amusement was that he was thoroughly unamusing.
Vain, though... Far more proactive than Demetrius had been, and more inclined to the kind of hobbies he was, so it seemed. Anyone willing to play a game with his own scars had to be worth some part of his attention.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 8:21 am
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 10:58 am
There was just so much to Skittles' vibrance - talk and emotion and warning and naive advice and courtliness and flirtation and so much more than mere childish glee. It was, in a consuming way, quite charming - which was odd, as he'd never been one to associate charm with such crushing personality. A sweet, pulling charisma.
"You'll find that's not much, I'm afraid," Alex replied with a bow in return to the curtsy, "I believe the last time I danced was at about age twelve." Which was a longer time ago than it appeared... Vampirism had come swift and dangerous before his twentieth year, though now he was in the middle of his thirty-first.
"Hope you're patient then," Marks said with a shrug, eyes also trailing to the dancing pair - or the pair that would be dancing in any case. Something in the back of his mind ticked nervously, he stubbornly ignored it. "Might be a while before the coward crawls back, if he does at all."
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 11:19 am
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 4:46 pm
"Something along the lines of step-two-three?" Alex asked with an embarrassed sort of smile. "Dancing parties weren't something those attempting to stay away from the spotlight usually attended..." he apologized further, "I hope your toes don't mind being stepped on too often."
His fine-boned hands cautiously sought and set themselves in their proper places - one on Skittles' waist, another to hold his hand aloft in turn, "Is there any possible way for you to lead now?"
"Wouldn't want you getting bored..." Marks agreed at a mutter.
The twitch in the back of his head came to manifest as a single twitch in one eyebrow at Vain's latter comment, however. "Enh," he said indistinctly, looking away from the dancers the moment he glanced.
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 8:20 pm
Skittles giggled. "While your suppose to lead, I belive I can. " He stepped into the dance with a soft hum that turned into a wordless but muscial coo. It seems the young vampire was going to provide some sort of music as well, wordless cooed notes in some sort of classical theme. Some sort of music should provide a beat for Alex to follow and keep the angel off his toes.
Step- two- three, step- two- three, it had been a while since he had preformed this dance.
Vain eyes took in the single twitch of the eyebrow with amusement. Was he getting under Marks skin? Or was it cute multi colored kitten? He really didn't care but it was intresting. "You wouldn't know where to find a toy shop?" He asked at last fully aware it sounded stupid, but Skittles was getting some sort of stuff plush toy to play security blanket with.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 12:03 am
A laugh was muffled from behind his barely closed lips, and slowly, Alex fell into the rhythm perscribed by Skittles' hum. Music had never, ever been his strong point. What was it Kingsley had said once? 'It's pleasant enough, so I've got no inclination to ruin it.' Something like that.
It was less of a trial to keep free of the boy's toes than he'd feared it would be - something about syncopation and concentration that led to consolidation. In a moment of pure whimsy and confidence, Alex sought to lend a moment of inspiration to their interpretation of a waltz, and raised a hand to spin Skittles with a bow, "Maybe we can share the lead soon?" he proposed.
Fscking--'the hell was it with this guy? Like he could... freaking... Marks' inner monologue trailed off into a compendium of vulgarities with stunning speed.
First it'd been the whole back-from-the-dead thing, then it was the whole baby-sitting thing, then it was the 'oh look they're so cute' thing and now it was--breathe, Marks, breathe. It might not be intentional. Don't give a lead.
His eyebrow twitched once more.
"What kinda toy are you talking about?" he managed to mutter.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 6:33 am
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 3:23 pm
"Well then, sir," Alex raised Skittles' hand with an echoing bow and with a finally relaxed twist of character, did indeed take the lead in their dance. He smiled in vague amusement at that realization - what on earth could empower the untrained body to such precise movement? Dance wasn't something he knew anything about, and yet here... knowledge was so unimportant as to be a nonentity. The only meaningful aspect of the shared grace in their waltz was a simple rhythm, simple tune - step-two-three, step-two-three...
Regaining something resembling composure, Marks shrugged. "You never know with the types around here," he smirked a little, refusing to give to the growing trepidation in the back of his mind.
Then he frowned darkly, "Nothing's wrong," crossing his arms, he stared hard at the other demon, steadfastly not using his peripheral vision. And nothing was wrong, damnit. Because the moment he allowed for anything but apathy in that general direction, all the hell and everything he'd worked so damn hard to get rid of was going to come back and then there'd be all sorts of trouble. Never again. He never wanted to deal with that kind of trouble again - the kind that you got into because of other people's stupidity, the kind that you got into because you'd been stupid enough to put them above yourself...
No. Nothing was wrong.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 8:44 am
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