Road ❥05 ❥Backdated

[sinnerofdreams]

Who: Vincent Nightray and Road Kamelot
Where: Road's cottage
Style: I'm good with either bb<3
Status: Closed

The experience of burning Abel had long since worn off, but Road still got a chuckle out of it when she passed by the large cabinet she had placed in front of the ugly holes and dried blood on her kitchen wall.

It had still been a long time

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[boat_lights]

[He finds the designated meeting area without trouble, of course. The dreamberry is ever so handy for this sort of thing, after all, and it isn't in Vincent's nature to be tardy for any reason other than his own.

He brings with him, of course, flowers, lightly fragrant. Gender biases were ever so prominent in his choice of gift, but it's the way he was raised, I'm afraid. And of course, a most interesting book, hidden in the folds of his clothing. He might bring it up later, if they had time -- the girl seemed to him to have a schedule of her own, and perhaps whatever that will take place today would keep him interested for a little while. If only to give respite to the boredom that had long since settled in.

Upon reaching his destination, he knocks a soft, rapping knock, steps back, and waits.]

[sinnerofdreams]

[Road is in the midst of bringing the tea outside when she hears the knock on the door and walks over to the door, teapot in hand]

Mr. Nightray! You found my cottage alright, I hope?

[boat_lights]

[A smile and nod. He bows.]

Certainly, Miss Camelot. I would have to say these 'Dreamberry' devices are most useful in the giving of directions.

I do hope Miss Camelot did not need to wait for too long...?

[sinnerofdreams]

Oh I know~ They can be troublesome though, but they can easily be taken care of.

Not at all! You have wonderful timing.

[boat_lights]

Your praise is an honor, Miss Camelot.

Might she need help with the rest of the preparations? I would hate to impose.

[sinnerofdreams]

The tea is ready and the backyard is set up.

You'll have to excuse the mess in the kitchen. Blood is really hard to get out of the wall.

[boat_lights]

My, Miss Camelot is quite efficient.

If I may ask, was the donor of the blood staining your walls properly disposed of?

[sinnerofdreams]

In more ways than one.

I had the funnest game of, 'Find Abel' with Naomi~ He disappeared shortly after though.

[boat_lights]

Oh? Then I am most sorry to have missed that. It sounds to be quite the most invigorating sport.

Was his disappearance Miss Camelot's doing, I wonder?

[sinnerofdreams]

Oh I didn't stick around. Abel was one of those 'one time' dolls.

[A bit of a cackle bursts from Road's lips] As much as I'd like to believe that, no. I would make sure his death was more...permenant.

[boat_lights]

Ah, what a terrible shame. I had hoped there to be some sort of relic left behind in indication of past exploits. Though... in hindsight, I suppose those are terribly simple to track, wouldn't you agree?

[Smileee. He tilts his head curiously.] Ah, so from your account, death seems to be anything but in this land. What an intriguing concept.

I do suppose Miss Camelot had long since taken the initiative to test it?

[sinnerofdreams]

[A little sigh escapes Road's lips]

Nobody wants to play with me! And I don't see why either; it's not like I would hurt them much.

[boat_lights]

That is indeed unfair. After all, Miss Camelot is a young woman who knows the extent of her strength, no? She would never dream of overstepping her bounds.

I suppose they simply have not given Miss Camelot's lovely personality a fair chance. How shallow.

[sinnerofdreams]

Of course not.

I don't see why people don't enjoy some tea and dress up. It's not that hazardous, is it?

[boat_lights]

I suppose it is not, when Miss Camelot puts in to that perspective.

Though I do suppose that it is rather counterproductive to simple stand and discuss such matters. Shall we continue the discussion over tea?

[sinnerofdreams]

[Nods] We wouldn't want the tea to get cold now, would we?

[Motions towards the backyard] Shall we?