INCOMPLETE.

[tremefy]

Who: Vincent Valentine (tremefy), Duke (el_legendaire).
What: SHOWDOWN FFFFFFFFFFF. No, we'll see. ):
Where: Uhh. Somewhere away from the general population of the town. Close to the library, I imagine.
When: Tonight-ish.

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[el_legendaire]

Duke was being followed

[tremefy]

Vincent looked up.

Dark eyes drifted away from his loaded gun, away from the glittering black steel that pressed heavily into his palm, until he was focusing on the man that had just stepped into view seconds before. There was a moment where Vincent's expression faltered completely, and any person that was paying complete attention to him would have noticed the surprise evident on pale features. It was like that for barely a second, though, before that look of indifferent calm was sliding back into place, and Vincent's chin tilted up as he regarded Duke indignantly.

It'd been a long time, then. Longer than Vincent had even imagined, and maybe that was when the thirty years finally sunk in, finally settled to a standstill at the back of his brain, until it meant something to him. He'd been gone for thirty years. Missing for thirty years. Locked away in some fucking coffin for thirty years, and no one had understood, no one had known, because

[el_legendaire]

Duke caught the look of momentary surprise, watching as closely as he was in case Vincent decided to get trigger happy, and all it did was piss him off. Maybe this would have been easier if he'd be confronting a Vincent that was his proper age, and not the ghost out of his memories. Maybe he would be more inclined to accept that Vincent had disappeared for those thirty years to live another life for his own reasons, and surely he had them, and could be dealt with as a stranger now and not someone who might have stepped out of Duke's more cutting dreams

[tremefy]

He'd been expecting him to move closer, but he jerked back against the tree all the same, and his shoulder brushed over the bark behind him as he leaned away, as he pressed back. Duke didn't move in too close, though, and Vincent didn't draw his gun up, either, kept it nice and steady on his knee while he focused solely on the other man staring back at him. For once, he wasn't in his suit and tie, as that'd been destroyed after his fight with Sephiroth, and Vincent hadn't yet bothered to find another one. He still looked remarkably put together for a man that was so clearly beaten down, however, and the black of sweater he had on not only concealed his wounds better than his suit had, but it offset the pale skin and the red eyes locked in a drawn face