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Not What He Was Looking For [Open, Active]

Nov 30, 2009 08:40

Characters: Vincent Valentine, Nina Tucker, chaos
Setting: Entrance Room
Time: Night 14... first third of night?
Summary: Vincent Valentine enters the house and finds... a small child?
Warnings: Brooding. All over the thread. Also a comical start.

( And somehow I was hoping for so much more )

!night 014, *acedia, nina tucker (fullmetal alchemist), !complete, chaos (xenosaga), vincent valentine (final fantasy vii)

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AUUUGH WANT EDIT FEATURE nightmareofsin December 1 2009, 02:03:35 UTC

It was safe to say that Vincent was almost as startled by her scream as she was by his voice and he jerked back, his hand twitching reflexivedly towards his gun as he stepped backwards in the dark, giving her a chance to escape behind the piano. He recovered quickly--she was fortunate he hadn't shot her, but he had more control than that. It stood to reason that she would react like that and he should have expected it; normal people often edged away from him or crossed to the other side of the street, even in Midgar. That a child should be frightened of him... he'd let his suspicions get the better of him ( ... )

imtoocutetodie December 1 2009, 02:15:16 UTC

Nina cowered under the piano, hiding her face in Mr. Bear's fur. She was glad the monster had let her escape, and was hoping if she kept her face hidden long enough the monster would go away. It was an unreasonable hope, sure, but Nina was hoping it would work. Or Mr. Chaos would hear her, and come save her from the monster.

...but then it talked again, and her heart might be fluttering wildly enough that it felt like it was going to stop at any second, but she had to respond to someone talking to her. Daddy said it was rude to ignore people, and she was pretty sure that went for monsters, too.

"G'way. I don't taste good. I bet I'm tough and I'd need way too much salt. And I'm tiny, so I wouldn't give you much of a meal."

She still had her face hidden, hoping that if she couldn't see the monster, it couldn't see her, and might forget she was hiding under the piano.

nightmareofsin December 1 2009, 02:22:13 UTC

Vincent was much less confused than he was disconcerted. It was one thing to have frightened her, but that she thought he would eat her... he tightened his jaw imperceptibly and lowered further to the ground, letting his clawtips brush the marble floor and, watching her behind the piano. He could not see what she was doing, but her voice was muffled and flat, as though she were hiding in something thick and soft. What was thick and soft behind a piano? He wondered ( ... )

imtoocutetodie December 1 2009, 02:33:32 UTC

"Mr. Chaos says the monsters eat people." She wasn't sure if he was trying to trick her or not. She risked peeping an eye around Mr. Bear's fuzzy self. "Are you one of the monsters?"

Maybe he was just lost and had been asking for directions.

But didn't he know you shouldn't sneak up on people in the middle of the night? There were monsters, and bad people, and Bad Monster People. She hadn't seen any of them, but Big Brother had told her she had to be careful of them, because they were tricky.

But he was apologizing...monsters wouldn't apologize, would they? It was like against the monster code, right? They scared people and then they laughed about it. Right? That was monster behavior.

Her hand hooked around Mr. Nanakai's marble, clutching the bead close. Mr. Nanakai said it would keep her safe, so if she went and faced the maybe-monster with Mr. Nanakai's marble, then she would be safe.

She clutched it a little tighter, edging toward the edge of the piano.

nightmareofsin December 1 2009, 02:43:30 UTC

Monster. The word struck him like a blow, embedding in his chest and making it constrict a little. Mister... Chaos...? It occurred to him then... was this... one of his nightmares? He gritted his teeth, his eyes narrowing slightly as he reached across his chest, pulling his cloak further over shoulder with his clawed hand. This... place... it was too unreal... but this was not familiar. Usually there was a pattern, a sin...

"My name is Vincent." The sentence was flat, hard and factual. A denial, almost, of what she'd asked, though of course he could not. Could not deny it, could not lie... even in a nightmare, if this was... He shifted slightly, crouching down for better balance until he was settled completely on the floor. "I did not mean to frighten you."