[Open] Deals with the Devil
Who: Vincent Nightray nightraysewerat
Status: Open if anyone wants to find him?
Style: paragraph/action/whatever you like
Where: Near Yomisato
When: Week 23, day 2, early morning
Rating: PG
Warnings: A far too cheerful Vincent?
The man stepping out of the little cave near Yomisato was not in any way distressed or dishevelled. In fact, he looked perfectly in charge of himself, well-dressed and neat, taking long confident strides, white underdress swishing against his boots as he moved.
He did not look like someone who had just risked their life by going into the presence of a powerful mystical being. He looked like an eccentric nobelman out for a stroll, about to head home to make his favorite servant get him tea and perhaps sit in his lap. The early dawn light seemed to almost humanize his face, soften it, take away from the smile that was spreading across it... a less than particularly nice smile.
When he spoke, it seemed to be to the air, though he did lift one ungloved hand and stare at it a little as he spoke. Anyone watching might think he was speaking on the Hitomi that was held there... but the screen was dark.
“I don’t think that was a god, Gilbert. In fact, I’m pretty sure it was the opposite of a god, whatever those are called around here.”
He doesn’t seem the slightest bit distressed about that, or about the fact that he isn’t quite talking to his brother, not really. In fact, he’s pretty happy with himself at the moment, because he’s one step closer to taking care of the things that he feels he needs to take care of, after all.
“Maybe for Elliot too...”
Because of course, there’s always that request...
“I do believe we may have found our benefactor after all...”
He turns the hand that is holding the Hitomi a little, a new scar showing across the back of his hand... except that it’s already beginning to fade, as if it were an old injury, not a brand new one.
“Now to see how the family is doing...”
And with a little hop and a skip and a whistle, he turns on his heel and starts off toward Mizusato. He gets about ten steps before...
He’s falling into some bushes, a floating toy mouse above his head, a slight snore the only sign of the man himself as the greenery closes back over him.
Status: Open if anyone wants to find him?
Style: paragraph/action/whatever you like
Where: Near Yomisato
When: Week 23, day 2, early morning
Rating: PG
Warnings: A far too cheerful Vincent?
The man stepping out of the little cave near Yomisato was not in any way distressed or dishevelled. In fact, he looked perfectly in charge of himself, well-dressed and neat, taking long confident strides, white underdress swishing against his boots as he moved.
He did not look like someone who had just risked their life by going into the presence of a powerful mystical being. He looked like an eccentric nobelman out for a stroll, about to head home to make his favorite servant get him tea and perhaps sit in his lap. The early dawn light seemed to almost humanize his face, soften it, take away from the smile that was spreading across it... a less than particularly nice smile.
When he spoke, it seemed to be to the air, though he did lift one ungloved hand and stare at it a little as he spoke. Anyone watching might think he was speaking on the Hitomi that was held there... but the screen was dark.
“I don’t think that was a god, Gilbert. In fact, I’m pretty sure it was the opposite of a god, whatever those are called around here.”
He doesn’t seem the slightest bit distressed about that, or about the fact that he isn’t quite talking to his brother, not really. In fact, he’s pretty happy with himself at the moment, because he’s one step closer to taking care of the things that he feels he needs to take care of, after all.
“Maybe for Elliot too...”
Because of course, there’s always that request...
“I do believe we may have found our benefactor after all...”
He turns the hand that is holding the Hitomi a little, a new scar showing across the back of his hand... except that it’s already beginning to fade, as if it were an old injury, not a brand new one.
“Now to see how the family is doing...”
And with a little hop and a skip and a whistle, he turns on his heel and starts off toward Mizusato. He gets about ten steps before...
He’s falling into some bushes, a floating toy mouse above his head, a slight snore the only sign of the man himself as the greenery closes back over him.