valentine's is done.
Who: A Certain Scientific Vampire (tiersdes ) and A Certain Scientific Psychic (soldiershin )
When: The 14th
Where: A place where little girls should not be in---er, Lion's Gate
Summary: A Crusnik and another (yes, another!) Mu cross paths inside a nightclub.
Warnings: mild violence, Seth being Seth.
( The curtains flew, then she appeared. )
When: The 14th
Where: A place where little girls should not be in---er, Lion's Gate
Summary: A Crusnik and another (yes, another!) Mu cross paths inside a nightclub.
Warnings: mild violence, Seth being Seth.
( The curtains flew, then she appeared. )
(And they didn't really seem related to Shiroe and he. Not exactly.
The undercurrent of her own weariness is noted, however. Hers feels like a fleeting touch. Ghost-like, strangely softened by... something. Not like his own, where it was a constant presence that he shouldered with muted pride.)
There's so much from her words that Jomy can respond to that he needs to pause, taking it all in. He's finally noticed her quirk of calling him prince; it makes him twitch, awkward in the notion of being called a member of nobility, no matter how jokingly. The small smile falls at being related to a god though - because no, he wasn't. Not at all. He's as flawed as any other human.
It was another topic of possible conversation, then. From behind his exhaustion, there is a spark of curiosity. Her words had caught his interest several times over, and maybe (maybe), should her amiability last, he could speak to her in a more neutral setting.
But that was not now. Focus, focus. One thing at a time.
"It's not their interests I'm serving." A turn of the head, gaze moving in the direction of the room where the majority of guests are gathered. Their minds are still buzzing at him. Little bits and pieces of thought. Not very strong, but together, it's a very loud white noise. Eyes flickering back to the (not-young) girl, his lips thin a little. "I do not condone their actions. But striking out at them blindly, or in the manner you have, would do more harm than good."
A short pause. "Short of destroying the system outright, change is always slow. I want to respect the efforts of those who are bringing about it by this world's rules." An effort that didn't leave as much casualties, hopefully.
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But she keeps that hypothesis---and thought---to herself. Now wasn't the time. They had to leave here. Well, okay, no, she had to leave here, but...he was making no motion to make her get out. At least, perhaps not alone.
Prince, indeed.
"...Don't I know the snail's pace of change." Seth murmurs, more to herself than to Jomy, irritation briefly taking the forefront once more. And I am the system, in a way. With that particular thought (now guarded, of course; now that he's let up a bit on his telepathy, she's got her mental shields back up with renewed vigor) comes a fleeting note of sadness and perhaps---perhaps---regret. But she quickly dispels all that with a shake of the head, and she grins at him again; the coldness has left her eyes, and now there's a sort of mischief in them.
"But rules were made to be broken. Whenever a new system is put in an old system's place, that old system inevitably has to be destroyed, or at least taken apart to an extent where its vestiges are nowhere to be found. Almost every form of government owes its existence to some form of rebellion, or some form of cataclysm." A laugh. "...Anyway, I'm sure you probably want me to explain myself, don't you? Well, I can't do it here. Not after the little mess I made! But unless we can somehow fly (teleport?) to a more private setting, we'll probably have to deal with the Darkness outside."
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"My shift should be over." A beat. "I can walk you back to your residence if you require it. We can speak at a later-" more neutral "-time."
He doesn't really think she needed the protection, but it was worth offering, in any case.
It's a choice to not address the comment about the flying (teleporting). He really needed to be careful about revealing his powers; telepathy alone put people at unease. This wasn't his world, and the majority of the Mu weren't here for him to represent - to demand widespread acceptance in this city would be only self-serving. (Not that it was actually necessary, with how the city seemed to be a hub of powers.) As well as dangerous, with how SERO targeted unusual abilities.
The fact that 'psychic' abilities weren't all that uncommon here gave them (he and Shiroe) some degree of cover; one that he was thankful for. It was just a matter of hiding the scale they were on for them, really.
Gesturing a little with a hand, he says, "There's a side-door we can use down this hallway."
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...Interesting. It made the weariness she could sense in him all the more credible---if he'd gone through similar experiences (she hoped not: war, near-genocide, and continued tensions were not situations she'd wish on anyone) to her own. It takes her a moment to respond to his offer. Only because...
...Only because, yeah, the telepathy kind of startled her. But inherently, she could tell Jomy wouldn't use it for nefarious purposes--not unless he was pushed, probably.
Nevermind that it seemed he didn't want to come off as an enemy to begin with, so---
Seth laughs again.
"If you insist, Prince." She chuckles, looking toward the door and then winking at him before adding, "keep up with me, though!"
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