The Corinthian still didn't know why he had actually stayed. Being spirited away from home in the middle of the night was irritating enough as it was. Waking up next to his own personal doppelganger in a Europe that had suddenly slipped back several decades should have had him scuttling back to the Dreaming and swearing off alcohol for the next few years. Should have, but didn't.
Curiosity was at fault here. That was it. If this really was his predecessor--none of this place was anywhere in any of those damn second-hand memories, but this had to be his predecessor--the chance to learn a little more about himself was too good to pass up. The things he could do, how to really get a grasp on his inherited abilities....nothing that would disappoint Dream, of course, but if he wanted to do his job as well as possible
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They really hadn’t established much so far, Stefan invited his successor in, offered him a drink…cigar…a nice view from the veranda. Unlike his future self there was something more tasteful and elegant about him, but every ounce of it was false, but not with The Corinthian he was much easier to open up to. That didn’t mean he would spill his guts completely, not that he’d had the opportunity. There conversation had been base at best and this one being so young he felt it might be an overwhelming amount of information for him to take on the first night
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aaaaah sorry, I took Tif and Idgie to Seattle all day XD; But I'm back!darkmirror_vr2July 18 2010, 07:24:04 UTC
It was still so bizarre to hear his voice coming from another that for a moment he thought he was unconsciously thinking out loud. He turned his head, one eye cracking open to reveal a thin flash of teeth, and it was only after he stretched that he finally pushed himself up with a small frown. "I think I'd like them a little better if everyone else wasn't so insistent on my wearing them all hours of the day." Yet even with that, he still reached over and plucked them from the other nightmare's hand, dropped them over his face.
And then he let himself relax. Despite his complaints, there was something about being stared at so intently with a gaze so similar to his own that was almost unnerving....
"I didn't mean to fall asleep." Especially not before they had actually gotten a chance to talk. He was pretty sure that was just slightly on the rude side of first meetings.
Oooooh I hope you guys had loads of fun~flawed_mirrorJuly 19 2010, 02:35:58 UTC
“That’s terrible…picking on you…but don’t you worry, there’s no reason to stand on ceremony. Not here anyway, not now…of course out there glasses are necessary,” he gestured to the window indicating the outside world where there were humans abound. Humans that wouldn’t understand what they were, but at least they could blend in. In the Dreaming there was a certain level of reverence and solitude, everyone giving him a wide berth…but not here. He slipped into obscurity where he could easily melt into a crowd, just another face. There were things about this world that frustrated him endlessly, but he was content living this way
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They picked a great day to visit, good food everywhere *3*darkmirror_vr2July 19 2010, 03:26:39 UTC
The smile he gave at that was almost sheepish, crossing his face before he could catch it. That was true. They had nothing but time, really. It wouldn't hurt to hang around for a few days before heading home. After all, who was going to miss him?
Sounds like you had a blast!flawed_mirrorJuly 20 2010, 02:27:14 UTC
To be honest, a part of him was expecting something more direct and vehement, but the sheepish smile on his successor’s lips was refreshing and somehow surprising. Stefan wasn’t too quick to lever himself out of bed, he was actually very content where he was, but he managed after a few moments of thoughtful silence.
“We can do anything, you know…but I’m pretty sure that’s not exactly why you’re here. I’m assuming you have a lot of things you want to ask, things you want to talk about,” and his assumptions were normally pretty accurate, or so he thought.
It was so fun X3darkmirror_vr2July 20 2010, 02:48:51 UTC
"Maybe a few things," he replied after a moment. Not that he'd know where to start with them....the younger nightmare didn't bother to follow out of bed right then, perfectly content to continue sitting while his gaze traveled over to the veranda. He could already hear the people walking about, the rest of the city waking up.
"I never really got to look around the waking world the last time I got to visit." If that wasn't a hopeful hint, nothing was.
“Hmm…” he had suspected as much, but he wasn’t sure what his successor would ask. If it had anything to do with his future self, well he wouldn’t know too much about that even though it was a road he’d like to travel. He slipped into the usual white suit, but he forsook the blazer temporarily draping it over his arm.
“Normally I like to keep tabs on a certain someone, but it’s not that important…I can find him whenever I want to,” he said with a shrug and then he turned a triple grin on his companion, “so why don’t we go out and see it, the waking world…I’m sure you’ll enjoy it as much as I do!”
Well, now he had to take it back. If hearing his voice from someone else had been bizarre, it was nothing compared to seeing someone turn his own smile right back on him. A smile that, for some reason, sent up a little light in the back if his mind, told him to be on guard. It went mostly ignored as he finally kicked off the blanket and climbed out of bed himself.
He tried to sift through his memories again, and when that failed to bring up anything familiar he simply asked, "Keep tabs on who?"
Stefan wasn’t having as much trouble adjusting to his carbon copy as the other seemed to be having with him. He’d been around too long and he had seen too much to be shocked by whatever was thrown at him. That didn’t make him any less curious, it didn’t mean he had no interest in knowing how he came about. He knew instantly that this wasn’t him in one of his many incarnations. This one seemed too young, too fresh, more like Stefan used to be…or maybe how he used to be. His memory was superb, but that didn’t mean things didn’t have a way of blurring together over the eons. Plus there were things he never did dwell on.
“Charles Constantine,” he said simply taking out a cigar and lighting up, he offered one to The Corinthian as a courtesy, “he’s been my hobby for a while now…watching him…and his lady companion.”
"Constantine?" Hm, there was a name that rang a bell. He absently took the offered cigar, wondering if this Charles had any relation to that blond, British bastard he'd briefly met at Morpheus'....
The Corinthian scoffed quietly to himself. "There have to be better things to watch around here than women."
"Constantine...one of the few people present when I was born into this world, he was supposed to bayonet this soldier...but he couldn't," that was part of the reason he followed Charles...maybe he could draw out the natural human instinct in the man to actually kill. He'd still be a complete man today had he the guts to do it.
He offered his successor a light should he decide to take it and found himself chuckling at the mockery in his voice, "I only keep tabs on her because she believes herself to be Pestilence...but there are more interesting things to watch...of course. If you want to get ready."
"Mortals are cowards," he replied flippantly, eying the light for a moment before deciding to tuck the cigar away for later instead. "You've been here long enough to realize that, haven't you?"
Right. Getting ready, that was what he was supposed to be doing. It didn't take much, having already dozed off in his shirt and jeans. And as he grabbed his battered old leather jacket off the floor and tried to muse his hair back into something with slightly less bedhead he vaguely wondered just how much of a sore thumb he was going to look walking down the streets. "Lead the way, then."
“Now, now…you don’t give them enough credit. Mortals…humans are ferocious, cunning, and relentless cowards,” Stefan shrugs and lights his own cigar before slipping the light into his pocket, “I have been here long enough to realize that…they’d just be dull peons wallowing in the waste of their own existence if there wasn’t something about them…some specific traits that didn’t interest me. There would be no reason to leave the Dreaming otherwise.”
He couldn’t help noticing his successors own unusual appearance, jeans and leather jackets weren’t exactly the fashion these days…but he had remarkable taste. Simple and very too his liking. Exiting the room with his twin in tow he remarked simply, “if it would make you feel more comfortable we could always get you something else to wear…or we could begin the tour.”
Speaking of comfortable he just remembered his glasses, slipping them on over his nose as a couple walked by. Whether they noticed or not wasn’t important, but they seemed to do a double take and Stefan merely flashed them a
The Corinthian grinned to himself again as the passing couple seemed to pick up the pace and hurry on, shook his head as he pulled on the jacket. "It might be more fun to let them wonder, don't you think?" he asked, following his predecessor out the door. It wasn't as if the humans didn't tend to gawk anyway, why not just give them a different reason to?
(( So twelve hour shifts every single day aren't very good for my rping, I'm so so sorry for the wait. x_x ))
He wasn't particularly interested in changing his companion's style anyway, if they had clothing like that in this particular decade then odds were he would dress in just the same manner. While Stefan had a preference for white he wouldn't pass up on the leather jacket, it was a nice touch. Once the passersby had disappeared and they were out the door he led his successor away from their room and the hotel.
He seemed to be walking around aimlessly until he came across an ally. He paused at the very end, gazing down it as thought it were a very long scope. He wasn't looking at nothing either, in fact there were several men bludgeoning one lone guy. Stefan was simply amused, "vicious aren't they? They've come to the end of a war and they still insist on fighting..."
((No problem, I understand. Just came off a sloooooooowatus not too long ago and I'm still playing catchup. It's okay~))
Curiosity was at fault here. That was it. If this really was his predecessor--none of this place was anywhere in any of those damn second-hand memories, but this had to be his predecessor--the chance to learn a little more about himself was too good to pass up. The things he could do, how to really get a grasp on his inherited abilities....nothing that would disappoint Dream, of course, but if he wanted to do his job as well as possible ( ... )
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And then he let himself relax. Despite his complaints, there was something about being stared at so intently with a gaze so similar to his own that was almost unnerving....
"I didn't mean to fall asleep." Especially not before they had actually gotten a chance to talk. He was pretty sure that was just slightly on the rude side of first meetings.
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"So what now?"
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“We can do anything, you know…but I’m pretty sure that’s not exactly why you’re here. I’m assuming you have a lot of things you want to ask, things you want to talk about,” and his assumptions were normally pretty accurate, or so he thought.
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"I never really got to look around the waking world the last time I got to visit." If that wasn't a hopeful hint, nothing was.
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“Normally I like to keep tabs on a certain someone, but it’s not that important…I can find him whenever I want to,” he said with a shrug and then he turned a triple grin on his companion, “so why don’t we go out and see it, the waking world…I’m sure you’ll enjoy it as much as I do!”
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He tried to sift through his memories again, and when that failed to bring up anything familiar he simply asked, "Keep tabs on who?"
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“Charles Constantine,” he said simply taking out a cigar and lighting up, he offered one to The Corinthian as a courtesy, “he’s been my hobby for a while now…watching him…and his lady companion.”
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The Corinthian scoffed quietly to himself. "There have to be better things to watch around here than women."
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He offered his successor a light should he decide to take it and found himself chuckling at the mockery in his voice, "I only keep tabs on her because she believes herself to be Pestilence...but there are more interesting things to watch...of course. If you want to get ready."
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Right. Getting ready, that was what he was supposed to be doing. It didn't take much, having already dozed off in his shirt and jeans. And as he grabbed his battered old leather jacket off the floor and tried to muse his hair back into something with slightly less bedhead he vaguely wondered just how much of a sore thumb he was going to look walking down the streets. "Lead the way, then."
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He couldn’t help noticing his successors own unusual appearance, jeans and leather jackets weren’t exactly the fashion these days…but he had remarkable taste. Simple and very too his liking. Exiting the room with his twin in tow he remarked simply, “if it would make you feel more comfortable we could always get you something else to wear…or we could begin the tour.”
Speaking of comfortable he just remembered his glasses, slipping them on over his nose as a couple walked by. Whether they noticed or not wasn’t important, but they seemed to do a double take and Stefan merely flashed them a
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(( So twelve hour shifts every single day aren't very good for my rping, I'm so so sorry for the wait. x_x ))
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He seemed to be walking around aimlessly until he came across an ally. He paused at the very end, gazing down it as thought it were a very long scope. He wasn't looking at nothing either, in fact there were several men bludgeoning one lone guy. Stefan was simply amused, "vicious aren't they? They've come to the end of a war and they still insist on fighting..."
((No problem, I understand. Just came off a sloooooooowatus not too long ago and I'm still playing catchup. It's okay~))
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