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Post by Fraciel on Sept 17, 2008 2:40:19 GMT -1
His foot hit the platform on the outside of the train, and he was shuffled forward slightly. He stopped a few paces from the door, and it was then that he heard her call out towards him. She knew him? surely not. Teagan must be a more common name than that. It could be her, it was possible, he supposed. Not probable, how many people were there on the planet, and how many people were on the underground. Fraciel turned slowly, his head turning ahead of his body to look at Teagan.
"you knew me..."
The accent was on knew, signifying the importance of the past tense. Those who knew him in the past were those who knew death, at one point or another. Fraciel had been appointed to various stages on the way of death, from the act of killing to the greeting of the spirits on the other side. His dark eyes watched the woman, she didn't seem to know death. Fraciel knew she was different, but he was still unsure in what way, some sort of... immortal...
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Post by teagan on Sept 18, 2008 2:09:21 GMT -1
This day was definitely not going anywhere near how she had planned. She had expected only to be out and about in public for the matter of an hour or so, enough to feed and to return to her mansion-sized home to rest until dusk. Only being half an hour out of her home, she had already made a fool of herself and continued in starving herself unintentionally.
"And what exactly is it that makes you so different now?"From what she could remember, he seemed to be the exact same person as she once knew. To be frank, he seemed somewhat more serene than normal, almost as though he had turned his back on devilish ways.
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Post by Fraciel on Sept 18, 2008 2:17:29 GMT -1
Fraciel watched her. HIS day wasn't going exactly as he had planned it either. He had hoped for another quiet day of watching people come in and out of subway trains. Then this... woman... showed her face and began to speak to him. Ontop of that, she was someone he had met before his senf imposed transfer without persmission. He watched her for a while, he supposed she couldn't tell what was so different.
"my job, and station. I no longer hunt, I watch. I am an Irin."
He used the term because he knew what it meant, and it simply didn't occur to him that she wouldn't know what it meant. It was a heavenly term, though, to describe those who watched, and that was all. He no longer interfered, unless he reached the end of his fuse. Which happened once in a while.
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Post by teagan on Sept 18, 2008 2:24:17 GMT -1
Gaze flickered for a moment as she listened to Fraciel speak, biting sharply at the inside of her cheek. Dentals had broken through her upper palette, causing the bite to draw a bit of metallic tasting blood into her mouth. Feeding on her own blood was bound to make her sick though it was his comment that has surprised her into doing so.
"You are bound to God then?" Had he not been immortal, she probably would have attempted to drain him dry right then and there. She had no tolerance for heaven kissers and he was to be no exception.
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Post by Fraciel on Sept 18, 2008 2:41:19 GMT -1
He watched her, and his eyes narrowed a little bit. Did she not understand? bound to god. He took his time answering, wondering if she would catch on to the meaning of his words. Though in the time he gave her, she didn't, and so he simply took a step forward and responded. His loafter shod feet falling in time with his words.
"I am bound to none but myself"
She had many questions, if she was going to attack him, or berate him, she should just do it. Get the humiliation of defeat overwith, he thought. Yes, he had a little bit of an ego, that's how it was. He would wait for it, though, what he thought was the inevitable attempted thrashing she was to dole out.
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