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Post by Daemey Vennthiel on Mar 9, 2014 2:01:42 GMT
The girl scampered down the streets, clutching a small loaf of bread to her chest. She ignored the pitying glances people threw her way as she passed. Daemey would use their pity later; right now she just wanted to get home to eat the still warm bread. The baker who she had taken it from hadn’t even noticed the girl as she stopped to admire the golden brown loaves that tempted her with their sweet aroma. He had been deep in a conversation with an actual customer as she had stepped up to get a better whiff of them. It was when her hand reached up to snatch one the customer left and the baker noticed her. He had chased her off with threats and curses, but she had come away with the precious food. Daemey pushed passed people as she threaded through the crowd that swarmed the docks. Turning onto a street, almost all the foot traffic disappeared then completely vanished as she made her way further down it. Coming upon a jumble of crates, she squeezed her way between the broken slats of one and sat down on the threadbare blanket. “Maeve!” She reached out with a hand and brought the doll up before she set the toy against the slats. “Lookee wha’ I ‘ave! It smells won’erful, don’t it?” The child broke apart the bread and grinned to herself before she chomped down on one side hungrily. It was gone in a matter of moments. She nibbled on the second piece to make it last longer than the first, but it didn’t last that much longer. Daemey frowned at her now empty hands. Ah well, she could always find more food later. She smiled and picked up the doll, hugging it to herself. Holding it out she began to explain the day’s happenings. “-and then ‘e started shoutin’ at me, Maeve. ‘E’s a mean man, but ‘e makes good bread. Nice an’ soft too. Maybe I can get some more.” Her blue eyes brightened. That sounded like a good idea. Setting the doll aside, she climbed out of the crate and stood there for a moment, combing her dirty fingers through her mess of hair. She then made her way back to the docks in order to get back to the plaza. She skipped through the clusters of people, gazing at them with bright eyes. A lot of them were busy with things; most she wasn’t sure what they were doing. Mostly women paid attention to her, and the few men that did told her go away. They knew a street rat when they saw one. Daemey made it to the bakery and frowned at what she saw. The store was closed; all the breads, cakes, and sweets taken in from the tables outside. Now what? She’d have to pilfer from someone else then. --- Tag: Open
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 9, 2014 22:59:22 GMT
A Russian Blue tomcat trotted across rooftops. His tail waved in the air, ears perked, pelt warmed by the sunlight. Intelligent blue eyes glanced around, paws nimbly finding their way despite the apparent lack of attention paid to them.
Ced was having a fairly good day thus so far.
He'd encountered a few people taking issue with a Tiro, and had intervened and solved that situation fairly swiftly, the ruffians absconding with terror in their eyes after the Vetr had stepped in.
Having reached the end of the room, he glance down at the pile of crates beneath him just in time to see a girl squeeze out from one of the boxes. She was dirty, and skinny. A street urchin? One feline eyebrow raised, although it just looked like a slight adjustment of his facial muscles.
The girl combed her hair, and then darted off.
His interest piqued, the Vetr followed her, leaping down from the rooftop onto the crates and then to the ground. He slipped easily through the crowd, nearly invisible to them as he wove carefully between walking feet and dipped beneath carts. In his humanoid form, he was glaring and obvious. In this form, people payed him little to no mind.
He kept careful track of the girl with an expert eye. It was easy to lose someone in the crowds, but Cedric was used to trailing people. As such, he was able to come out of the main flow of traffic about ten feet behind the girl, just in time to see her stop in front of the bakery. Her brow furrowed into a frown.
Looking for more food, are we, my dear?
Cedric trotted forward, coming up to her and rubbing against her legs with a little mewl before looking up at her with curious blue eyes.
"Rowl?" he asked, nosing at her hand as if asking for attention.
Looking closer at her, she was really dreadfully skinny. He rubbed his head against her skirt once with a quick purr, then scampered off, glancing over his shoulder with another "Mraw" as if to tell her to stay put. With that, he darted away, target already in his mind.
It was no issue for Cedric, in his cat form, to quickly lift a kabob of fish from a nearby merchant.
Returning, he glanced around for the girl. Hopefully she'd managed to understand to stay put.
If he managed to find her, he dropped the little bits of fish on a stick at her feet.
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Post by Daemey Vennthiel on Mar 10, 2014 1:26:40 GMT
A sudden mewl down at her feet and something rubbing against her legs startled the girl. Dae stared down at the cat for a moment before she smiled at it. Kneeling, she ran a hand through its fur before it turned and pumped its head against her hand. She left out a soft giggle, asking it, “What? Are you a stray too?” It honestly didn’t seem like it though. Its fur was well kept, unlike most of the other cats Daemey saw. Their fur was all matted and just as dirty as she was. Maybe it was someone’s pet that had gotten lost. The girl was about to sit down and pick up the cat to place it in her lap when it suddenly scampered away, meowing at her. She pouted at its retreating back, hrmph-ing quietly to herself. “But all I wanted was to pet you…” she mumbled to herself. It apparently didn’t like her. Well fine, she didn’t want it either. Daemey gazed about her, watching people and deciding who would be the easiest to lift something from. She’d just decided on going after a man whose change purse hung loosely from his belt and whose attention was focused solely on the goods in front of him. The girl would be able to swipe a coin or two from him and he probably wouldn’t even notice until he tried to pay for something. She took several steps toward the man just as he stepped closer to whatever he was examining. Daemey bit her lower lip and sidled up beside him, starting to slip her small hand into the pouch. He moved suddenly and she retracted her hand. Her fingers closed about a few coins a moment later and she moved away, trying to keep a triumphant smile from her face. Opening her hand, she smiled at the coins in her palm before her eyes were drawn to the ground. The cat had come back. It dropped a kabob at her feet. She stooped to pick it up and brought it to her nose to sniff it. Fish. Why would a cat bring her fish? She glanced about herself before she moved to a wall. Plopping down, she removed one of the pieces of fish from the stick and popped it into her mouth. “Mmmm.” She savored the particular taste for a moment before he swallowed the bit and removed another one. She ate that piece too before she offered the cat one. Daemey still didn’t understand why the feline would bring her fish, but she was grateful it had. It was an odd thing, but there were even stranger things to be found. The girl opened her palm and counted out the coins she had stolen. It wasn’t much. Enough for a small loaf or two, but it would do for now. Maybe if the cat stayed around she could share some of the food she bought with it. She offered it a smile before she settled back to finish off the fish.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 10, 2014 4:08:52 GMT
“What? Are you a stray too?”
A stray? Why, yes, but of a very different nature than you.
"Rowl," was all Ced said in response.
When he appeared, she seemed rather startled. That was probably a good response, considering that for all she knew he was a cat who had just brought her food. Rather odd behavior for the feline folk, he knew, but he was curious about this girl and, quite frankly, he wanted to help her, at least a little bit.
She seated herself against the wall to munch on her newly gifted snack. Cedric took a spot to the left of her, curling his tail over his dainty paws as he sat and watched the passerby with all the curiosity of an animal.
“Mmmm.”
Inside, the Vetr smiled, amused and pleased with her appreciative noises.
Opening her palm, she revealed a number of coins. His head tilted to the side slightly. She hadn't had those before, had she? No, she hadn't.
Purloining from people this early in life? What a naughty little being you are. Still, I can't blame you for wanting to survive--and you appear to have done fairly well so far, even if you are a tad skinny. That was, perhaps, an understatement, but I do believe you'd get my point. All in all, you appear to have made your way in this world easily. I'm interested to see what will happen as you grow, indeed.
"Mrewr," was all that came out of his maw, despite the extensive internal dialogue.
Besides, he mused as he carefully pulled off a piece of fish with his teeth, you don't seem like an especially bad child.
Either way, perhaps she should move out quickly. They were in a very main area, prone to attracting attention, and she needed to get some food, after all.
Ced cast a glance at his new plaything.
Where to, little one?
| Tags: Daemey VennthielInspiration: Track FiveNotes: So I couldn't really get her to go anywhere with Ced as he is. Perhaps they could go grab some food, or maybe she could just pick him up and try and bring him back to the crates to get cuddled, and he'll run off then into gang territory and such. This post sucks, though, and I'm sorry for that. |
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Post by Daemey Vennthiel on Mar 11, 2014 1:47:19 GMT
The cat came over and sat down beside her. She smiled at it, glad that it hadn’t decided to abandon her like everyone else. Daemey took off another piece of fish from the stick and held it out for the cat. She then finished off the rest, and placed the stick down on her other side. The girl was content to stay there for the moment and watch people pass, looking for any opportunities. There were none. The man though, the one she had taken the coins from, brought up his leather pouch to pay for something. By the tensing of his muscles, Daemey could tell that he had just realized he didn’t have as many coins in there as before. All too soon he’d start looking for the culprit and when his eyes landed on her, there’d be no escape. The girl took the opportunity to make good her escape. She stood, scooped the cat up by its middle, and scampered away. A moment later she paused to heft the cat to her shoulder, it was heavier than she had originally thought, and placed a hand under its back paws to steady it. She just hoped that it wouldn’t protest too much and scratch her with its no doubt sharp claws. The girl ducked between two people and turned down a street. Now that she was out of the man’s line of sight she slowed her pace slightly, but didn’t let go of the cat as she walked. She was taking the long route home. It was generally people free, which was why she didn't use it that often but there was no way she’d be able to take something else from someone while she was carrying the cat. Of course she could always let the cat go, but she didn’t want it leave just yet. She wanted it to stay for a while, but it probably would leave her eventually, and when it left, she’d let it go. But for now, she didn’t want to. --- Tag: Cedric Vyrrson Notes: I hope that this is sufficient. If not, oh well.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 11, 2014 3:49:49 GMT
The girl offered him more fish, which he gingerly took in his jaws and began to nibble on as she finished the food on the stick that he'd obtained for her. He placed the fish between his paws and crouched down to eat it, pink tongue flickering up to lick his nose every so often.
Nose-licking capacity was something he always missed in his human form. Why couldn't he lick his nose like he could as a cat? It'd freak people out so much, it'd be wonderful. But no, his human tongue was soft and small.
He'd barely finished his fish when the girl apparently decided it was time to go. The man she was looking at had a low-hanging purse--the one she'd probably purr-loined the coins from.
Ahh, so you're the poor victim, then? My condo-
"Mrawrl!"
All at once, he was scooped up in the girl's arms and on a mad dash through the crowd. His eyes bugged out of his skull, and instinctively his claws shot out of his paws as his muscles tensed.
He was readjusted like a small sack of potatoes to hang over her shoulder, letting out a "rowl" of protest at this manhandling.
Except not manhandling.
Cathandling?
They turned down into a more deserted path.
Or maybe girlhandling, since she's the one doing the handling, whereas I'm the one being handled?
They were now alone in the streets--never exactly a good thing.
But if it's named after the thing getting handled, then it'd be manhandling, because technically I'm a full-grown human male.
Wait a sec.
He glanced around them.
Aren't we in Thundertiger territory?
Well, wasn't this a joy. Was the girl hired by the gang to capture him? He doubted it. Perhaps she had connections with the gang, but she probably wasn't an assassin this young. Maybe she just didn't know about the danger of this particular thoroughfare in regards to the gang world?
His sensitive feline ears picked up the sound of approaching footsteps. Suddenly, he was alert, looking in the way of the patrol.
Well, if she doesn't know already, she will soon. Quickly, Cedric, somewhere to hide!
"Mrawrl!" he exclaimed, leaping down and darting towards a dead end alleyway filled with garbage, then turning towards her urgently and pawing at her. "Rrrrrr."
Too late.
It was only a few seconds before the gang members--maybe long enough for the girl to get sort of into the protective cover, but probably not enough for her to hide unless she'd picked up on his intentions instantaneously.
"Oi, look'ee 'ere."
The members of the patrol surrounded the entrance, at least five of them. Ced darted in front of the girl, ears flat against his head and tail bottle-brush thick, hackles raised and eyes trained on the enemy.
You're up against something out of your league, honeybunchkins. Strangely enough, he wasn't mentally referring to the girl, but rather the gang members. He gave his enemies affectionate names before he slaughtered them, after all.
"S' a girl. Pritty one, too. Whaddaya think boss'll take for 'er?"
Boss won't be getting ahold of her, silly little man. You're about to face the wrath of Ced.
| Tags: Daemey VennthielInspiration: A Gentleman's HurricaneNotes: HERE YOU GO HAVE A BAD POST I think you'll have enough to respond to? I wanted to make sure to keep it going so we didn't get in a rut. xD Sorry if I kinda rushed the climax of the thread. I'll have the Ced transform thing happen next post. |
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Post by Daemey Vennthiel on Mar 12, 2014 0:36:29 GMT
Daemey walked along, humming happily to herself. She had someone else now: a cat to take care of, a friend perhaps. The cat suddenly jumped from her arms, bounding down an alleyway. Or maybe not. Daemey stopped and pouted at its retreating back. “Kitty…” It stopped and looked back at her. The girl cocked her head, confusion flitting across her face. She entered the alleyway after it. ”Oh co-“ "Oi, look'ee 'ere." The voice startled her and she whipped around, a small gasp coming from her parted lips. Her eyes went wide with fear as she saw the men that now blocked the entrance to the alleyway, and her only way of escape. Daemey began to retreat as the cat darted in front of her, fur all on end and ears flat against its head as if it was going to protect her. What can you do? You’re just a cat. They’ll kill you if you get in the way. It seemed that the cat had no intentions of leaving though. "S' a girl. Pritty one, too. Whaddaya think boss'll take for 'er?" Her eyes went back up to the men and she set her jaw. She knew that whatever they had planned for her, she didn’t want to be a part of it, but there most likely wouldn’t be a choice about it. Maybe there was a way she could get past them? No. She’d be caught in a matter of moments. Five against one was not good odds. Daemey felt her heart flutter against her chest as she took another step back. Maybe the gods would take pity on her and make the men go away. Maybe the gods didn’t care about her in the least and would let her fall prey to them. She hoped not, she really really hoped not.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 12, 2014 21:36:40 GMT
No, that was real fear in the girl's eyes. She was not a spy, or in the employ of any particular gang. She was just a street urchin, and one in terrible danger at that.
Or, well... not so terrible danger.
A remarkably human grin parted his feline lips, and he kicked in his magic, pulling the darkness of the alleyway about him like a cloak, as dark as any night. Shadows covered him as he shifted--a personal preference, really. He hated others seeing the rather tiresome performance.
When he was once more Cedric Vyrrson, human and Drakonrhedi, he tossed his head and grinned at the stunned gang members.
"What? Cat got your tongue?"
In a flash of steel and the slither of sword on scabbard, his two gunblades were out and in his hands, arms positioned in a form-perfect ready stance.
"I've got to admit, if the girl wasn't here you'd be dead by now," he continued. "As it stands, I'll give you a chance. Don't want to go scaring the children now, do we? Scamper off and we'll all be okay and in one piece."
A crazy grin stitched itself across his face.
Admittedly, from their viewpoint, the odds were far in their favor, especially since he doubted they knew of his identity as a Vetr. And, unfortunately, they didn't seem to pause to consider that he could possibly be more than he appeared to be. Five untrained thugs against one highly trained Drakonrhedi?
Yeah, they weren't getting out of this one if he didn't want them to.
And, apparently, they didn't want to get out of it now. The five bull rushed him, weapons drawn.
Three tripped, hands of shadow reaching up to grab at their legs as they passed and send them stumbling to the ground. The other two Cedric counter-charged, parrying the much smaller blades with ease and quickly slashing across to score gashes along one's arm and the other's stomach.
There was a click as he cocked the gun chambers of both weapons, leveled them, and then shot both in their right leg. Unfortunately for them, the insides of legs hold a lot of arteries, which were happy to bleed out over them as they tumbled to the ground with shouts, clutching at their wounds.
The shadowd sizzolved as Ced released the other three in one group, if only to be more of a challenge.
The two that charged him received a similar treatment as their wounded, moaning comrades. Ced managed to disarm one with a quick circular motion around his dagger before twisting and incapacitating him with a swift blow of his hilt to the man's temple, knocking the thug out cold. The other assailant charged Ced's side, to which the Vetr simply twisted his blade and sent it in, causing the man to suffer a gash to the inside of his forearm, severing the tendons that allowed him to hold his weapon. The Vetr quickly followed this with another slice across the inside of his leg to keep him down and bleeding.
Technically speaking, all four of them were capable of running away. Ced hadn't cut any vital tendons that were necessary when it came to running.
"S-Stop!"
The last remaining gang member was holding a hand crossbow, shaking as he stood.
Cedric raised an eyebrow. Quietly, a hand of shadows grabbed one of the fallen gang members' blades, hiding it beneath a cloak of darkness that slowly moved across the alleyway, beneath the man's attention. His gaze was focused on Cedric.
Slowly, the crossbow moved to point more towards Daemey than the Vetr.
The dyed blue eyebrow continued to slowly move ever upwards.
"I-I'll kill the girl," the lone remaining man sputtered. At the same time, however, he was backing up against the wooden wall behind him.
The shadows were oozing up the wall, coming around right to above the man's shoulder.
And, suddenly, quietly resonant in the silence of confrontation, snip.
The dagger had reached out and severed the thread of the crossbow.
"Silly man," Ced chastised. "The girl's under my protection. She's safe."
| Tags: Daemey VennthielInspiration: Same as last time. Notes: rydia, in regards to ced puns, you ain't seen nothin' yet. You should've seen the old Ade x Ced threads. Those each have at least two puns in the title alone. (although i'll admit the cat got your tongue pun in this one is pretty good) I'll finish up the fight next time, he'll kill at least one dude. |
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Post by Daemey Vennthiel on Mar 17, 2014 23:33:02 GMT
Shadows surrounded the cat, and Daemey took a step back. A moment later the shadows disappeared and the cat… The cat was no longer a cat. It was a man with blue hair. That was why it—he had brought her fish earlier, and why he had placed himself in front of her to protect her from the men. "What? Cat got your tongue?" Daemey merely stared at him. The blue-haired man withdrew his weapons and got into some stance. "I've got to admit, if the girl wasn't here you'd be dead by now. As it stands, I'll give you a chance. Don't want to go scaring the children now, do we? Scamper off and we'll all be okay and in one piece." Dead? Kill them? But how? He was one man and there were five of them. They would hurt him; they would kill him and then take her. Daemey felt herself began to tremble and she took another step back, willing her fear away. The men charged her supposed savior, and she couldn’t help but let out a small gasp. Three suddenly fell, tripping over… shadows? Yes, those were shadows.The blue-haired man struck, drawing blood, and Daemey turned her face away. The blue-haired man’s guns went off and the men yelped in pain. The girl’s hands went up fruitlessly to her ears to try to block the sounds. She turned her wide blue eyes back to the fight and watched as the man felled the other two thugs, blood spraying from their wounds. "S-Stop!" Her eyes flicked up to the last remaining man. He was holding a crossbow, aiming it at the blue-haired man. Move, Daemey willed the man standing in front of her. Move! The bow in the brute’s hand started moving, drifting her way. Daemey felt her breath catch in her throat. She wanted to run, to flee, but fear kept her rooted to the spot, and her eyes glued to the man’s face. "I-I'll kill the girl,” he stuttered. She had no doubt that he would, but was he just as scared as she? Shadows engulfed the wall behind him and a small, but distinct snip reached her ears. The blue-haired man had used his powers once more to cut the crossbow’s string. "Silly man. The girl's under my protection. She's safe." Was she? This man was more dangerous than the others, the scene in front of her told her that, but did he really care about her? Would he hurt her later? A part of her said no, but another part said that he could. Perhaps she could flee, use his distraction to make it out of the alleyway? Maybe, if only her feet would move.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 18, 2014 22:23:59 GMT
The look upon the man's face was interesting to behold.
It was a curious mix of terror, surprise, and the "oh shoot, I messed up" emotion so frequently displayed by the sort of riff-raff that usually joined these gangs. Well, at least, it was an emotion that Cedric frequently saw from them. He assumed that people normally were intimidated by such figures--that was, after all, the main attraction of a gang.
There was only a moment, though, before that shattered psyche was filled with a berserk fight-or-flight reaction. This time, like molten steel into a mold, rage flowed into the man.
With a bestial bellow highlighted in tones of terror, the man charged, dagger leading.
Ced deftly reacted. The Vetr's reflexes kicked in, and he parried the weapon, drawing the man's arm high and out of the way with one blade while the other leveled at his enemy's torso...
The shout was brought to a gurgling halt as Cedric's blade found the man's heart and he impaled himself with the force of his charge. The Vetr's eyes narrowed as the man's face turned from a snarling mask once more, and for the last time, into the shock of death staring him in the face.
Death with blue hair, in this case.
There was a moment of silence as the man slumped on the blade, then Cedric tilted it and let him slip from the saber to flop to the ground.
He sheathed his swords, then turned to the girl.
"Are you unhurt?"
Ced strode over and crouched in front of her, eyes widened slightly and blue brows drawn upwards in a concerned frown.
"I'm sorry about that. It'll be alright." He paused with the realization that the girl might be about to cry, and he had no idea how to deal with people in general, let alone a child, let alone a crying child. "Please, it'll be alright. I won't hurt you. Let's not cry."
Please let's not cry.
He licked his lips awkwardly, entirely uncertain how to comfort a child who had just witnessed the possibly fatal wounding of four men and the definitely fatal death of another.
"Do you want to go home?"
You idiot, her home is a bunch of boxes. Why would she want to go there?
"O-or to a candy shoppe?"
That's not creepy, Ced.
"We should get out of here, though. We don't want more of them coming. Then if you want, I can buy you some food."
Great job, oh so subtle Vetr.
Ced carefully swallowed. Maybe he could just turn into a cat again? As appealing as that sounded, he doubt it'd help the girl any more than it already had. In fact, it probably wouldn't help her at all, as she'd then have to deal with a cat. hat gig was pretty much up at this point.
| Tags: Daemey VennthielInspiration: Evidently, none. Sorry it sucks. Notes: doo doo dooo ced scaring children and acting creepy~ and killing people too |
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Post by Daemey Vennthiel on Mar 19, 2014 2:32:34 GMT
The man charged, a roar coming from his lips as he attacked the blue-haired man. The blue-haired man blocked, bringing his own weapon up and the cry that filled her ears was cut short. The man slumped to the ground. Dead. He had to be. There was no other reason why everything ended so suddenly. The blue-haired man, her savior, had killed him. The victor of the fight turned to her and asked, "Are you unhurt?" Daemey didn’t reply as he came to her and crouched. The girl took a step back; she could feel the trash under her feet now. She stared at him with her own blue eyes that held uncertainty. He had saved her after all, but he was killer too. Maybe he had to? Daemey wasn’t sure. "I'm sorry about that. It'll be alright. Please, it'll be alright. I won't hurt you. Let's not cry." All right? Wasn’t going to hurt her? Not cry? Daemey decided then that he wasn’t going to. He had plenty of chances to beforehand. But crying? She hoped that it didn’t seem like she was about to. Maybe earlier she would have, but the fighting was over now, and there was nothing to cry about. "Do you want to go home?" Yes, she wanted to go home. Home to her mother, and father. Home to an actual house and friends. But that wasn’t an option anymore. Her home was a pile of broken crates stacked in some dirty corner of the city. It wasn’t really a home. It was a place to live. "O-or to a candy shoppe?" Daemey merely stared at him. He didn’t seem so sure about talking to her. He’d just beat up four men and killed another, but he couldn’t talk to her? How stupid of him. "We should get out of here, though. We don't want more of them coming. Then if you want, I can buy you some food." Food sounded good. She was always up for that and was about to turn down his offer. Daemey bit her lower lip and nodded after a moment. The girl then cocked her head. “Who are you?” It would be nice to know his name so she wouldn’t have to call him the blue-haired man all the time.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 20, 2014 2:58:23 GMT
The girl originally shrank from Ced, but after a few moments she seemed to seem slightly less suspicious of him. This was good. Right? Yes. This was good. This meant that the girl felt safe, and if she felt safe she would soon return to the childish happiness that she'd had earlier.
Or, at least, that's how he figured it'd work.
Hoped, anyway.
She did look marginally less traumatized than she'd been before the fight. He hadn't been able to pay her finer emotions much heed during the conflict, brief as it was, as his attention had been on making sure that the both of them were safe and not dying to some common thug's blade.
Finally, she spoke.
“Who are you?”
Ced blinked. He'd entirely forgotten to figure out what he'd have the girl call him. Did he particularly feel like declaring his allegiance to the Drakonrhedi? Not really. Did he want to tell her that he was one of the foremost protectors of the human race? Again, not really.
"I'm Ced," he answered, simply. "Cedric, I guess, but you can call me Ced. It's easier." Perhaps a little too simple an answer (no surname, no title, no explanation) for an inquisitive mind, but if his past experiences were anything to judge by, some problem or other would shoot up and he'd be forced to reveal his Vetrship anyway. Usually, when he wasn't in a guise, there'd be some hapless Iduneus charging up to him every other second with one problem or another. It was quite annoying, really. He'd probably call it one of the downsides to his job.
The Vetr cleared his throat rather awkwardly. "Since you don't seem to be bleeding and aren't crying yet I'm going to assume you're unhurt."
Wow Ced, let me remind you to never have children.
She had said yes to the food, too. That was a good thing. It gave him a way to get out of the gang territory and hopefully to an easier version of social interactions quickly. His awkwardness was beginning to shine through, with no Shakespeare to cast a quick curtain over it.
"Food, then. Let's head on out, don't want more people coming by. Don't step in the blood, you'll ruin your shoes."
The condition of her shoes was really a bad thing. Perhaps he'd have to buy the poor girl some--payback for having accidentally traumatized her in the process of saving her life. Oops. Well played, Cedric.
He wasn't really sure how to hold a child's hand, nor was he particularly good with human contact (social interaction was hard enough for him), so he quietly stepped over the groaning gang members and dead body before pausing to wait for the girl. After she made her way through the mess, he continued on his way out of the territory, back the way they'd came.
"So what's your name?" he asked, voice authentic for once. There was no overblown theatrics, just a quiet and dormant curiosity that had saturated his own childhood. "Also, where do you want to go for food? It can be anywhere, I'm not picky."
Actually, he was, but his personal preferences weren't exactly his prime concern right this instant.
| Tags: Daemey VennthielInspiration: playlist of awesome Notes: wow this post is terrible i'm sorry i really am |
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Post by Daemey Vennthiel on Mar 20, 2014 23:25:32 GMT
"I'm Ced," he answered her. "Cedric, I guess, but you can call me Ced. It's easier." Daemey nodded. Ced it was then. Perhaps if she had been anyone else she would have asked about a last name or something. Apparently last names were a very important thing to normal people. Daemey had always wondered why. Wasn’t someone’s first name enough? In her opinion it should have been, but obviously no one else shared it. He cleared his throat as if he was unsure of something. "Since you don't seem to be bleeding and aren't crying yet I'm going to assume you're unhurt." She cocked her head at him and pursed her lips. Odd. At this point most people would be holding her, making sure she was safe, cooing pretty words that made no sense. He wasn’t. It was… nice? No, different, but definitely not bad. She didn’t particularly like it when people treated her like that. She wasn’t like a fragile flower that had grown in her mother’s garden a while ago; she’d lived on the streets for a while now and had proven that she could take care of herself. She didn’t need to be babied. "Food, then. Let's head on out, don't want more people coming by. Don't step in the blood, you'll ruin your shoes." The girl looked down at her shoes. They were sad looking compared to his. He wore boots, rough from use, but still nicer than anything she could ever afford. The rest of his clothes were nice too. He had to be someone who had money, someone who could actually pay for something like that. But if he had money, then why would he need to learn how to fight? Daemey looked back up at him as he moved away from her, stepping over the men. She looked back down, paying attention to where she stepped as she picked her way through the red thick liquid. He waited for her at the edge before he led them away from the area. "So what's your name?" he asked. "Also, where do you want to go for food? It can be anywhere, I'm not picky." “Daemey,” she replied, stealing a glance at him. She then shrugged. “I don’t know. Anywhere that has food. ‘Ave you been to the restaurants ‘ere? I’ve not. They all yell at me to get out. The people there look all nice though. Happy.” She fell silent. Did she look like them when she had been with her family? She hoped so. She tilted her head and smiled up at Cedric. ”Thank you, by the way. For saving me.”
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Mar 22, 2014 1:20:37 GMT
The girl did appear to have calmed down. That was good. It meant that Cedric had probably done something right somewhere along the way. It also meant that he would not have to deal with a frightened or emotionally unstable child, which he was definitely not equipped to do.
She also seemed to have bounced back to being talkative.
“Daemey," came her answer to his question about her name.
Ced tilted his head to the side slightly with a small smile curving the corners of his lips upwards, turning the name over in his mind. "Daemey. I like it." He wasn't lying, for once. He felt it'd be cruel to lie to a child, and besides, he was trying to earn her trust, not destroy it.
She continued talking soon enough. That was, again, good. People returning to their normal selves after a traumatic experience usually meant that they were feeling marginally better.
“I don’t know. Anywhere that has food. ‘Ave you been to the restaurants ‘ere? I’ve not. They all yell at me to get out. The people there look all nice though. Happy.”
If Cedric had perhaps been a different person, or even one of the other Vetrs, he probably would've hugged her. But as it stood, he was not one of said other persons. He was Cedric, and that meant he was too socially awkward to touch a child, even in comfort.
"I've been to a few," he answered. It was an understatement, but not an actual lie, so he was still in the clear. "That's rude of them. They ought to share their happiness."
Do I share my happiness? The answer, he already knew, was no. He usually kept his happiness hidden behind Shakespeare to avoid from ruining it himself. He was good at that sort of thing.
”Thank you, by the way. For saving me.”
The Vetr blinked a few times, uncertain of what to say. "Well. Thank you for thanking me. It wasn't anything, really. I just try and be helpful." He glanced down at her, returning her smile with one of his own as they entered onto the busy streets of the Midgardborg.
Cedric ran a hand through his blue hair, glancing around. The man she'd pickpocketed from earlier had vanished, which was a good thing, he supposed.
"So do you want to go to a restaurant?" he inquired. Most of the places I frequent are perhaps a touch too fancy. There's the Citrus Cafe, though. That place has some nice ice cream, and good simple meals. Isn't that what children like? Or was I the only picky eater?
"I think I know of a place you might like. Have you ever seen the Citrus Cafe? It's just down this street. Otherwise, you can pick one out if you'd like."
Cedric watched the girl with one dyed blue eyebrow raised, awaiting her answer. He also knew of a few other places, but they were further away than the Citrus Cafe. It was all in the girl's hands, though.
| Tags: Daemey VennthielInspiration: Magical playlist of awesome Notes: cedric is so awkward i don't even know how i pull him off right but i think he works |
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Post by Daemey Vennthiel on Mar 29, 2014 0:22:31 GMT
He liked her name. Daemey smiled again, glad that someone was actually talking to her. No one really talked to her. They ignored her, shouted at her, or talked to her like a baby. No one just talked. She’d missed talking to people. Talking to friends, playing with them, singing at the top of her lungs and not having to worry about people bothering her. Having a conversation with Maeve was nice, but the doll couldn’t respond. Daemey could always pretend, but pretending didn’t make up for the real thing. "I've been to a few,” Ced answered. “That's rude of them. They ought to share their happiness." A thoughtful look appeared on her face. “Maybe, but then they don’t have any lef’ for ‘emselves. ‘Sides, some o’ ‘em aren’t happy any other time. I’ll see ‘em around, frowning. That’s not really happiness: to be happy for a short time, and then…” She trailed off, unsure of what to say next. ”Well, I’d rather be happy for a while,” Daemey continued after a moment, ”than a short time and be angry the rest. …I don’t think I’m explaining this well.” She bit her lower lip and fell silent. People began to crowd in on them as they came to the busier streets. Daemey was smiling again now, despite the fact that she could feel people’s judging glances. She ignored them. It was a common enough occurrence, and she couldn’t really blame them. She probably looked terrible compared to most of them, but how terrible? She couldn’t say, after all she hadn’t really seen herself in long time. "So do you want to go to a restaurant?" Her eyes lit up. ”Really? Could we?” Going to a restaurant would be amazing, and it seemed that Cedric was actually going to take her! "I think I know of a place you might like. Have you ever seen the Citrus Cafe? It's just down this street. Otherwise, you can pick one out if you'd like." Daemey didn’t really know the names of other restaurants, but the Citrus Café sounded just fine to her. She beamed. ”Sounds good!” --- Tag: Cedric Vyrrson Notes: I am sorry this is late and kind of short.
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