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exsiliumlogs2013-06-08 06:02 pm
showmeyourwreath) wrote in exsiliumlogs2013-06-08 06:02 pm
[CLOSED]
Date & Time: Backdated to May 7th, after renovations.
Location: Apartment 810
Characters: Flora (showmeyourwreath), Lestat De Lioncourt (agodintheopen), Rei Ayanami (nothing)
Summary: Fiiinally getting this roomie thing off the ground.
Warnings: Idk, Lestat's here. I'm sure that counts for something.
[ooc: I really don't care about posting style, so feel free to respond however you choose to!I might just switch, myself. Idek. order determined in order of appearance? y/n?]
The door to a new apartment opened, and Flora stepped inside, bags, flower pots, and a guitar case floating along in tow, before moving past her to settle in places that were meant for them, or in an unclaimed room. Either way, they were very much out of it.
It was a very impressive and lucky thing that the Initiative managed to get them shuffled about and reassigned new living spaces so quickly. It really could have been a bigger disaster than it was, but fortunately, the situation hadn't come to that. Bad enough that the explosion happened at all. Flora was just beyond relieved that everyone managed to come away relatively unscathed from the whole ordeal.
As for the apartment itself? It was a mirror image of what she'd been in before, but it didn't feel the same. There was no familiar, comfortable smell of flowers (yet), or the magic left behind by her past dragon room mates simply from existing. No, this place was...
Empty.
She'd try to think of it instead as a blank slate or block of clay, something to chip or mold into something different and new as experiences happened, but at the same time, she'd gotten comfortable, where she'd been before. Settled. It was a strange thing to think about, actually, and in some respects, she didn't know how to feel. Had it already been three months? Time flew in this...well, she wasn't sure what to call this entire place. Not home, not quite, but it was some place she knew she could go to. A place that, before this happened, she'd come to expect to be there.
Flora glanced down at the vase still in her hands, as if the flowers there held the answers. None were forthcoming, but the comfort was appreciated.
"Is anyone in, yet?" No? Only one thing for it, then. Flora surreptitiously placed the vase on the dinner table, and, on second thought, made the arrangement just a bit more grand with a snap of her fingers before heading off to get started on making some tea.
Location: Apartment 810
Characters: Flora (
showmeyourwreath), Lestat De Lioncourt (agodintheopen), Rei Ayanami (nothing)Summary: Fiiinally getting this roomie thing off the ground.
Warnings: Idk, Lestat's here. I'm sure that counts for something.
[ooc: I really don't care about posting style, so feel free to respond however you choose to!
The door to a new apartment opened, and Flora stepped inside, bags, flower pots, and a guitar case floating along in tow, before moving past her to settle in places that were meant for them, or in an unclaimed room. Either way, they were very much out of it.
It was a very impressive and lucky thing that the Initiative managed to get them shuffled about and reassigned new living spaces so quickly. It really could have been a bigger disaster than it was, but fortunately, the situation hadn't come to that. Bad enough that the explosion happened at all. Flora was just beyond relieved that everyone managed to come away relatively unscathed from the whole ordeal.
As for the apartment itself? It was a mirror image of what she'd been in before, but it didn't feel the same. There was no familiar, comfortable smell of flowers (yet), or the magic left behind by her past dragon room mates simply from existing. No, this place was...
Empty.
She'd try to think of it instead as a blank slate or block of clay, something to chip or mold into something different and new as experiences happened, but at the same time, she'd gotten comfortable, where she'd been before. Settled. It was a strange thing to think about, actually, and in some respects, she didn't know how to feel. Had it already been three months? Time flew in this...well, she wasn't sure what to call this entire place. Not home, not quite, but it was some place she knew she could go to. A place that, before this happened, she'd come to expect to be there.
Flora glanced down at the vase still in her hands, as if the flowers there held the answers. None were forthcoming, but the comfort was appreciated.
"Is anyone in, yet?" No? Only one thing for it, then. Flora surreptitiously placed the vase on the dinner table, and, on second thought, made the arrangement just a bit more grand with a snap of her fingers before heading off to get started on making some tea.
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[ He gives Flora a once-over, and smiles; not necessarily happy, but more satisfied. He then turns to Rei, and nods. ] A pleasure, Mademoiselle Ayanami.
[ Yes. He's French, and his accent does show it, even if he does speak English very fluently. He then takes a seat on a nearby stool in the kitchen, politely folding his hands on the counter. ]
I assure you, I'm not sick with the plague. I doubt I can even become sick with it. We vampires are naturally immune to disease.
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[She can only guess as to what he means by that smile, but she doesn't have much time to think on it after Rei's declaration. It prompts a curious look in her direction.]
It's nice to meet you, Rei. And you won't need anything, either? Why is that?
[Goodness, will she the only one that actually needs to eat around here.]
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I can provide for myself.
[ It doesn't sound hostile by any means, only direct and a bit indifferent. One thing Lestat says, though, may need clarification. ]
Vampires?
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[ Honestly, it's more amusing than anything. And somewhat ironic. As for Rei saying she can provide for herself, he doesn't object. That's her prerogative, after all. And, before arriving here, feeding to him was much more predatory in nature. He had to go out and find, and oftentimes kill, someone for their blood. Though, he used his mind-reading abilities to at least attempt to find people who more or less deserve it. ]
Yes. We're immortal creatures that feed on blood.
your inbox, i'm sorry. tears
[Is there any rhyme or reason to them at all? It's something to think about, though she's not sure that she can ever get an answer. Oh, well.
She smiles brightly at Rei.]
That's totally up to you, Rei. If you ever need anything, though, don't hesitate to ask. Since we'll all--[an inclusive glance at Lestat]--be living together, I think it'll great if we make the best of it.
it's fiiiine
Yes.
[ Lestat is another matter. Her stare then focuses solely on him, as she gets straight to the point. ]
You attack humans?
/patpat
[ He nods at both Rei and Flora. He was excited, in his own little way; not for the prospect of having roommates, but wondering just how well their very different personalities will mesh when forced to live together.
But Rei's rather direct question was surprising. ]
Is that not why we're here? [ He leans back a bit, on his position on the kitchen stool. ] We're fighting a war. I might as well enjoy it.
;n;
Bloodthirsty types. She supposes he'd have the bloodthirst, if anything.
She ponders the wisdom in making her displeasure known through her words, then decides against it. Lestat is old, likely set in his ways, but Rei's question prompts one of her own.]
That's really awful. [Oops, displeasure anyway. Whatever, her question.]
But what about the people here in Exsilium? Other Transports and civilians?
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There is no joy in conflict.
[ She knows too well, from the barest experience with everyone she had met even before this world. Their lives would not matter to him. Ikari would not matter.
Regardless of how he answers Flora, the outcome for Rei may be the same. He's not yet shown any reason for trust. ]
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[ Even if many people see vampires as inherently monstrous. Humans tend not to like the idea that they aren't as high on the food chain as they think. ]
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[ Lestat leans forward a bit, his elbow on top of the table, and the palm of his hand cradling his chin. ] Unless you prefer I starve myself. Don't I deserve to eat, like you do?
/RESUSCITATES THREAD. CRIES
Oh.
Well, that sure is something.
She flinches visibly, hearing that and wonders if he's reading either of their minds right now.] ...That is something you can control, right?
[It's a concern to her. Flora can hear the thoughts of plant life, but she is also empathetic, as well. It's not something she can turn off. She wonders if it's the same for him.
And then she wonders if he can hear her wondering about that.
Right, anyway.]
I'm not saying you should starve. If people are willing to give you their blood--[She's not sure if that's not a pretty big "if" there, in and of itself; can't vampires hold people in thrall?]--then that is their business. Fine. I'm saying that, outside of that, who you think deserves to be fed on is the problem. Based on what?
♥
You need them. Why are they inferior?
/patpat
[ Lestat leans back in his seat, shifting. This conversation was getting tiresome. Mortals always loved the concept of vampires, until they meet one face to face. After that, it's all sanctimony. Humans always did hate the idea that they weren't as high on the food chain as they liked to believe. Slaughters cow, chickens, and pigs in meat factories, but heaven forbid a vampire bites them on the neck. At vampires are courteous enough to hunt like a proper predator, instead of making it more systematic. ]
Their minds, my dear. Their minds. I can hear a surface thought as clear as you hear the words I speak. Don't get me wrong; I love mortals. Were it not for them, I'd be out of a job.
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Well, thanks for being forthright about it, at least. [She's actually honest about that, even if she's still not exactly pleased, but that's not so much to do with his ability in and of itself, as the earlier line of conversation.]
It still doesn't answer my earlier question, though.
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[ The question of who was deserving had been avoided, after all. Minds could hold vast amounts of information about others, but to what conclusions would they come? It's unsatisfactory.
While the bag she holds has since dug its handles slightly deeper into her fingers and reddened them at the edges, she fails to notice or care. ]
I won't allow Ikari-kun to be hurt.