INSIDE AREA - ENTERTAINMENT ROOM.vonkarmasOctober 12 2009, 00:34:35 UTC
[ The room has been cleared of any menacing furniture. In its place is one of the couple's favorite orchestra band playing a nicearrayofsongs. Guests have plenty of room to dance and to socialize. ]
INSIDE AREA - ENTERTAINMENT ROOM.nevergiveitbackOctober 12 2009, 14:30:47 UTC
Kuroro stood to one side of the room, gently swaying his fingers to the music. He did appreciate an orchestra. He'd dressed for the occasion, but it wasn't actually that far a cry from what he usually wore. Wearing what looked like a Military dress uniform complete with a Big red coat, he certainly looked like a commander or a boss. But thanks to the fact that he was shirtless, with his coat open, he was also a heartbreaker.
Whilst his plan was to get a feel for the mansion to see if it was worth raiding the place at a later date, he was currently just looking for someone to be his toy for the evening. The music was fine, but he would so much more like to play with someone.
Perhaps the music hid her footsteps, or perhaps she had dispensed with formalities like crossing the distance between from the door, but Death was suddenly there, perched on a chair with her head propped in her hands, listening intently to the orchestra. When the piece concluded, she looked up and smiled at Kuroro, waving with a ripple of her fingers.
Kuroro was instantly struck by mixed feelings when he saw her appear. He had wanted their first face to face meeting to be more romantic than this. And she would just happen to be the one person on the community he didn't want to be his toy, right when he felt like playing. But still, he was happy to see her. He hadn't felt anything like this since he was a child. That's what he felt like, a child on Christmas Eve. He'd never had anything more than a dead dog to chew on for Christmas, so it wasn't quite the same feeling, but still.
He gave a small smile back and waved. "Hello." Oh god, why was it so hard to be charming when you actually cared what the other person thought about you? And all the conventional options seemed so inappropriate. Why ask Death herself how business was going, or how her health was? Oh hell. Just go for it. "You look magnificent."
ffff so behind on tags sorry D:debitumnaturaeOctober 14 2009, 22:06:05 UTC
It wouldn't have mattered to her if Kuroro had stammered, hyperventilated, and passed out, except that it would have been worryingly out of character. Death smiled up at him from her seat. "Thank you, Kuroro. You look dashing. A redingote suits you."
"Thank you. I do try to stick to what suits me." And there it was again. That big black empty hole, much like the one in his heart, that he just needed to fill. "Is there any particular reason you chose to attend?" Kuroro had attended to scope the place out, but he also found Franziska to be a hilarious target and would love to murder her some day. And to that end, he'd wanted to see how and where she lived. To think that he had grown up in a junk yard and had actually done something that mattered.
Kuroro didn't seem startled at all-he had no idea what to expect of her, and thus had no idea what not to expect. He was just willing to roll with everything. "Eating them won't make me drop dead will it?" He was asking playfully, but he really did want to know. She was Death. "I take it that you mean the 'virus' will be ending whilst we're gathered? I hadn't expected that, but that should make things more interesting. I suppose I won't have to burn the place down after all."
"Only if you choke," Death said, squinting at the plate and then up at him, lips pursed. "I think I could manage the Heimlich maneuver if it came to that."
She produced a pocket watch from somewhere in her skirts and checked it. "It'll be fading in a few hours. And you know perfectly well it's a violation of guestright to torch your host's property. Tsk."
He smiled at both comments, taking a hors d'oeuvre and popping it in his mouth. His first instinct was to swallow it whole before someone could steal it, but years of practice managed to get him to chew first. "Only at good parties. Bad parties don't really count as parties at all, and thus I could hardly be considered a guest." He flicked his foot out to pull a chair in with his ankle and sat in the classic 'reversed' position, leaning his arms on the backrest and his chin on his arms. He didn't feel like faking, and the real him was an informal person. "Of course, the really good parties often burst into flame anyway."
"How legalistic." She raised an eyebrow at Kuroro, smiling tolerantly. "Odin would approve."
Death munched on an hors d'oeuvre of her own, but the number of tartlets and canapes on the plate didn't decrease. "Tell me, Kuroro, how many of those fires--metaphorical or otherwise--are you responsible for?" she teased.
"Well, I dislike such a dispersonal method, so far fewer than most would imagine." Kuroro took an appetiser again, flicking it up into the air and catching it in his mouth easily. "I'm not only interested in murder, you know. I do enjoy other things. I like parties in the conventional manner. Video games. Comic books. Movies with soppy endings. A good book; and terribly written trash, as long as it's the right kind of trash. Philosophy. Gardening
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"It's all the same to me," Death said, and it had the simple ring of truth. She drew up her feet to sit cross-legged on the chair, and set her plate on her knee.
"There are those who'd say you're merely the agent of the Fates, acting as Atropos's shears." She looked over at the orchestra as the first violin rose for a solo, then back at Kuroro.
"Those people are incredibly depressing to talk to."
Kuroro's face remained completely and openly blank as he listened to her. The fact that she genuinely didn't care if or why he was a bad person, something he wasn't entirely certain of himself on either point, was such an interesting experience. Even the worst people he'd met at least wanted to know. "I can imagine. I hope I'm not anything like that. It makes it seem like I'm doing the universe a favour." He gently rubbed his chin in thought for a second or two. "Honestly, the whole idea of destiny and fate seems incredibly lazy to me. It doesn't particularly sway my belief that it probably exists on some level, but it's just so...Lame."
She smirked a little at that. "But Creation is doing you a favor by existing. It seems churlish not to lend a hand here and there." Death herself being integral to the functioning of reality, she had a point.
"Oh, Destiny's not lame." She shook her head. "He's blind."
"But killing people seems like such a pointless little favour. They'll die eventually without me. I'd be like one of those annoying people that hand you objects already in your reach." Kuroro pursed his lips and furrowed his brow at the Destiny comment. "I assume you're talking about a manifestation of the concept, like yourself. But it seems rather strange to me that Destiny, the quintessence of foresight, would be blind. It sounds like quite the mixed metaphor to me."
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Whilst his plan was to get a feel for the mansion to see if it was worth raiding the place at a later date, he was currently just looking for someone to be his toy for the evening. The music was fine, but he would so much more like to play with someone.
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He gave a small smile back and waved.
"Hello."
Oh god, why was it so hard to be charming when you actually cared what the other person thought about you? And all the conventional options seemed so inappropriate. Why ask Death herself how business was going, or how her health was? Oh hell. Just go for it.
"You look magnificent."
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And there it was again. That big black empty hole, much like the one in his heart, that he just needed to fill.
"Is there any particular reason you chose to attend?"
Kuroro had attended to scope the place out, but he also found Franziska to be a hilarious target and would love to murder her some day. And to that end, he'd wanted to see how and where she lived. To think that he had grown up in a junk yard and had actually done something that mattered.
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"Even one that's going to end in tears." Her smile changed into something that was almost a grimace.
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"Eating them won't make me drop dead will it?"
He was asking playfully, but he really did want to know. She was Death.
"I take it that you mean the 'virus' will be ending whilst we're gathered? I hadn't expected that, but that should make things more interesting. I suppose I won't have to burn the place down after all."
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She produced a pocket watch from somewhere in her skirts and checked it. "It'll be fading in a few hours. And you know perfectly well it's a violation of guestright to torch your host's property. Tsk."
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"Only at good parties. Bad parties don't really count as parties at all, and thus I could hardly be considered a guest."
He flicked his foot out to pull a chair in with his ankle and sat in the classic 'reversed' position, leaning his arms on the backrest and his chin on his arms. He didn't feel like faking, and the real him was an informal person.
"Of course, the really good parties often burst into flame anyway."
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Death munched on an hors d'oeuvre of her own, but the number of tartlets and canapes on the plate didn't decrease. "Tell me, Kuroro, how many of those fires--metaphorical or otherwise--are you responsible for?" she teased.
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Kuroro took an appetiser again, flicking it up into the air and catching it in his mouth easily.
"I'm not only interested in murder, you know. I do enjoy other things. I like parties in the conventional manner. Video games. Comic books. Movies with soppy endings. A good book; and terribly written trash, as long as it's the right kind of trash. Philosophy. Gardening ( ... )
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"There are those who'd say you're merely the agent of the Fates, acting as Atropos's shears." She looked over at the orchestra as the first violin rose for a solo, then back at Kuroro.
"Those people are incredibly depressing to talk to."
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"I can imagine. I hope I'm not anything like that. It makes it seem like I'm doing the universe a favour."
He gently rubbed his chin in thought for a second or two.
"Honestly, the whole idea of destiny and fate seems incredibly lazy to me. It doesn't particularly sway my belief that it probably exists on some level, but it's just so...Lame."
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"Oh, Destiny's not lame." She shook her head. "He's blind."
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Kuroro pursed his lips and furrowed his brow at the Destiny comment.
"I assume you're talking about a manifestation of the concept, like yourself. But it seems rather strange to me that Destiny, the quintessence of foresight, would be blind. It sounds like quite the mixed metaphor to me."
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