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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 7, 2008 1:09:49 GMT -1
Vincent watched as the humans shuffled about, laughing, talking, shouting, singing. How annoying it was to be human, to be so ignorant. How could any of them live life that way? How did they find the will to last? Vincent could not figure it out for the life for him, and he realized that perhaps it was better that he didn't figure it out. His life as a human was so hard, so painful that he couldn't imagine reliving it only by trying to figure out what the humans went through.
Instead of trying his hardest to fit in, he sat down at a table and allowed as many people to congregate towards him. They always seemed to do that. So, that's how he found himself in the midst of a sea of faces, all listening to his entertaining stories he had concocted about his fantastically fake trip to Bermuda. About his deadly fight against Aborigines, about his life as an adventurer. What none of them was aware of was that he hadn't been outside of England since WWII, but that wasn't something they need to know.
But in this sea of humans, the ones walking around, the ones listening to his stories, all of these faces: there was one that stuck out. One that caught his attention more than the others. Why? He didn't know.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Dec 9, 2008 1:09:07 GMT -1
Autumn clung tightly onto her bottle of beer and pushed through the crowds, trying to find somewhere to sit. Why she came out to the clubs was beyond her, but, technically she was on duty, One of the jobs as an agent of The Fifth was active patrol and there had been rumours of vampires seeking out victims in the club. Bodies had been found drained of blood dumped in the alley ways. So here Autumn was, technically acting as bait so to speak. Dressed in a pair of figure hugging jeans tucked into stiletto knee high black boots with a over sized black top, that seemed more like a mini dress than a top. The outfit was finished off with a black belt around her midriff. Her hair was loose, flowing free over her slender shoulders, her top falling off her right shoulder as she walked. Her eyes casting around the busy club, her head pounding as she tried to focus on everyone, tasting their energies for anything out of the ordinary. Finally she spotted a seat at a table, a young man sat and she wondered if he would mind if she sat there. Then she felt it, saw it, his aura and she almost let out a long sigh. What was it with Nephilim being everywhere these days. She sighed and pulled back as much of her own power as she could and slid down into the seat beside him.
“You don’t mind do you?” She asked and crossed on slender leg over the other, “My feet are killing me...”
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 9, 2008 1:29:35 GMT -1
Vincent placed an arm across the back of the empty chair next to him as his mystery face walk towards. An almost goddess-like woman came to sit next to him. As he did that, his already half-buttoned shirt opened up a bit more, showing the muscles on his chest that had formed over the decades.
"Sure thing, doll face," He said with a wink. He figured that with a woman this lovely he wouldn't be able to keep his eyes off of her. "Would you like a drink? Daiquiri? Whiskey? Beer?" He offered, he didn't want to peg her as a fruity drinker, but dressed like that, who wouldn't be?
He raised a finger towards a waiter, "I'll have Mojito, and whatever the pretty lady wants," he waited for the waiter to leave and turned back to the woman.
"Would you be willing to grace me with something as precious as your name?" He realized, after lathering on his new and improved 21st century charm that this woman may not appreciate being picked up like every other guy of that time did. So he decided to resort back to his normal tactics. Perhaps if he was nice enough he'd make it through the night with a little something extra... like a phone number.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Dec 9, 2008 1:39:11 GMT -1
Autumn arched her brow as the Nephilim asked if she wanted a drink, she was not one to judge, but by the power she saw in his aura he knew what he was. This was not a bad thing, though she knew many aligned themselves with Lucifer. Though now Satan was afoot, Lucifer was the lesser of two evils.
“Bottle of whatever beer this is...” She waved her almost empty bottle at him, she had ordered a beer, straight up at the bar and was surprised when she actually enjoyed it. She normally drank lager, but fancied a bottle to carry around. Her bright hues scanned down the Nephilim and she could see then, his androgynous beauty, no way could something so beautiful be human. And yet, as far as she knew she was the only woman in the club who could spot such a thing.
“My name?” She smirked, “You know what they say, a person can gain allot of power from knowing a persons name, who am i to give it so freely...” She teased and leaned back in the chair, turning slightly to look at him. “My name is Autumn...yours?”
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 9, 2008 1:47:27 GMT -1
Vincent chuckled, a low warm laugh, when the beauty said she shouldn't tell him her name because he could gain power from that. That's most definitely a possibility, but if that were really the case in he would have long ago read her thoughts. He wanted to try and get this woman the old fashioned way, like he had before he was a Nephilim.
"Many African tribes have claimed that the core of all of their power was just from getting the name of an adversary. So, you wouldn't be too cautious to keep it from me... if I were African."
"My name is Vincent," he leaned forward, taking Autumn's hand in his and kissing it, "It's a pleasure to meet you. Do you come here often?" he asked, using a line he had heard so many men use. But whenever they used it, it had a different meaning behind it, Vincent was truly interested.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Dec 9, 2008 1:54:45 GMT -1
Autumn could not help but smile when he brought her hand to his lips. he certainly was old fashioned, a possible gentleman, but she had never been so quick to place a label on some one. She had yet to know this Vincent, and above all she was cautious of him, he was a nephilim, which meant he could either be relatively good, human like, or he could be on par with the rebel fallen and demons.
"Do i come here often?" Autumn scoffed, "Oh, you're smooth...great...great chat up line..." She giggled then and watched as the waiter brought them their drinks. She clutched her bottle of beer and sipped from it.
"Actually i do, it's....one of the many places i have to go, visit, check things out..." She did not need to give details of the patrolling nature of The Fifth. "What about you?"
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 9, 2008 2:05:02 GMT -1
She truly was vague, this beauty. Vincent couldn't help himself, she intrigued him. He wanted to find out what it was she was thinking, but he knew that if he wanted to do this the human way, that was by no way the was he could do it. But one little peek wouldn't hurt, would it? Only way to test it. Vincent focused on the woman, ignoring all of the other thoughts that flooded his mind when he opened up, letting only the smallest bit of power surge. And it flashed in his mind like a billboard 'The Fifth!'. She truly would prove to be the most beautiful find he'd had in a while.
Rather than let her know that he knew, he decided to drop hints that would possibly lead them to a more open conversation. He thought quickly, barely remembering to listen to what his masked beauty was telling him, what would a normal human say if their lives left them in such a bind they lost their humanity? "I come here every now and again, it's a way I escape from my life as it is, work.. everything. It helps me get back in touch with humanity, with myself. It must be quite a job that leaves you wandering clubs for more. Do you work for a magazine or something?"
More human conversation, that was the key with this one. She would hate anything about the supernatural, as far as Vincent was aware, she already knew what he was. The only thing he could possibly do was remind her that he was human underneath everything, at least he once had been.
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Dec 9, 2008 15:28:13 GMT -1
Autumn studied the man carefully, and when he asked if she worked for a magazine she almost laughed. She had felt the small tendril of his power seep over her, and she was pretty sure he had tasted the confounds of her mind and seen who she was. Not one to beat around the bush she got straight to the point,
“You know who i work for, just as i know you are a Nephilim.” She stated and raised one brow when she sipped her drink, “So how about we don’t pretend to be everyday people, and be ourselves Vincent.”
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Post by Vincent Reed on Dec 10, 2008 0:04:04 GMT -1
Vincent laughed again and asked innocently, "So that's what they're calling us authors nowadays? 'Nephalim'." Then he looked at Autumn seriously and ran his hand through his hair. He agreed, it would be much easier to be himself with this woman than pretending to be human, he'd save that plan for another day, another woman.
"I assume that we're both here for the same reason, the recent surge of human deaths in the area," Vincent had a slight feeling that Autumn would ask how he knew, so he explained before she asked, "It's being going around among the Nephilim that the vampires are trying to feed enough to last through whatever it is that's coming. It's annoying me at this point because they've been killing woman who seem to be around the same age as my sister was the last I saw her. I can't deal with beautiful women being killed for stupid reasons. The vampires could feed elsewhere."
"Since we've covered that," Vincent said, "I highly doubt that the Fifth would want someone as beautiful as you to be put into harm's way, my darling Autumn. Perhaps I should remain by your side this evening."
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Post by ~Autumn Walker~ on Dec 23, 2008 18:49:05 GMT -1
Autumn cast her hazel hues over the beautiful man. He was beautiful, uncannily so, she would have to be blind not to notice. Pushing a stray strand of hair from her eyes and back behind her ear she smiled once more.
She arched her brow when he said she was beautiful and held back, or at least tried to, the slow blush covering her cheeks.
"You are aware of the fact i am the most capable human you could ever meet to tackle any form of supernatural activity....There is a reason i hold the station i do within the Fifth..." Autumn said, almost bluntly, as if trying to convince him she was stronger than she looked. After all she was ex army, a red cap at that.
"Sorry, I just ain't used to having some one want to look out for me."
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