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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Jan 1, 2014 20:24:59 GMT
"I can't exactly feel every inch of your body, as great as that'd be."
Ade couldn't help but snicker at the man's comment. He seemed to recognize the gravity of his words within a moment, although he brushed it off relatively effortlessly.
"Well, looking at the time, it appears we're just about before the dinner rush. I happen to know a few establishments who are especially eager to have a reasonably endowed Vetr as one of their patrons. Give me a sec to get my bearings, then we can scamper."
Ah, so they were going out to eat? She didn't have any objections, although she wasn't particularly accustomed to dining with unfamiliar men. Not without the intent of scamming them, at least.
Should she scam him, anyways? ... Eh, she'll cross that bridge when she gets to it.
"Righto. Forth!"
She darted after him, fervently snaking between passerby's and shooting into entwining alleyways to reach their destination. He was reasonably difficult to keep up with, often finding herself lagging behind or loosing sight of his aura amongst the mass of separate emotions. She did, however, manage to wind up outside the same area.
She rounded beside him, catching him glancing up at the supposed sign overhead. She couldn't read it, of course. Words typically took a more profound analysis. A mere glance wouldn't suffice for the aura reader.
He entered the restaurant, soon followed by Ade. He was greeted as if he were a close friend.
"Good afternoon, my dear sir. Mind a private room?"
"Oh, fancy," She said aloud, acknowledging the "private room" aspect. She'd never been in one of those.
The waiter guided them to their secluded section. A man, she notice, brushed past Cedric, both of their auras calm and knowing. Strange - usually when that happened, someone would somehow regard their unintentional collision.
"In here, Lord Vetr. I will be back soon to order you drinks."
Once the man left, she plopped lightly onto the surprisingly comfortable chair. "Very nice, Lord Vetr," She said with a smirk. She should probably mind her tongue in the future, but she had little means of self control.
A flash of something caught her eye. He withdrew a small piece of paper, taking little note of what had been said.
It probably wasn't her business.
Correction: it definitely wasn't her business. But that didn't stop her from inquiring about it.
"This is one of the best places around."
"Yeah it looks pretty cool. Hey, what's that?"
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jan 2, 2014 4:49:46 GMT
"Very nice, Lord Vetr."
Cedric glanced over, flashing a grin at the Iduneus.
As he'd anticipated, she inquired as to the nature of the slip of paper he examined, brushing away his commentary on the restaurant. A flicker of amusement passed through him. He had figured as much.
"Yeah it looks pretty cool. Hey, what's that?"
An eyebrow cocked. To reply infuriatingly, or to not reply infuriatingly...
"A bird," he answered vaguely.
Before she could pry further, the waiter return.
"Drinks for either of you?"
The Vetr nodded. "Ah, I'll take a Black Tie. And some water, please." He smiled warmly (faking it, of course). "Oh, also. The bill will be entirely on me, this particular Iduneus has more than earned her dinner." With that, he returned to scanning the menu while the waiter turned to inquire at Ade about what she would like for a drink.
"As for you, ma'am?"
A Black Tie was a simple drink, a mix of white wine and champagne, usually adorned with a black grape and perhaps a ribbon on the glass to reference the drink's name. He'd end up watering down the drink, of course--he usually did not enjoy getting incredibly drunk, reserving that for parties. With his alcohol tolerance, he'd probably find everything a little funnier, but his movement would most likely not be impaired at all. Still didn't mean that he'd be looking to get in another fight after this. Cedric was not one for drunken fighting, unlike many of his comrades.
After the waiter had collected their orders and retreated, the door closing behind him, Cedric tossed the menu on the table and folded his hands right behind his table.
"So, I don't believe we've been formally introduced." It was true, they'd sort of met and then leaped into the fray, knowing each others' ranks but not preferred names. And Cedric wasn't about to stand for that. "You probably know my name. Cedric Vyrrson, Vetr of the Drakonrhedi. Chief of Shakespeare." He did not introduce what clan he was from previously--it didn't matter, of course. Clan ties were revoked the instant you stepped onto that ship. The last part of his introduction, of course, was a lie--his formal title involved a lot more infiltration and a lot less Shakespeare. However, that wasn't about to stop him from some wonderfully wistful thinking. Besides, he might as well be Chief of Shakespeare. Most of the Drakonrhedi thought of him as that anyway, since very few were aware of his prowess or position.
And if he had his way, it'd stay that way.
The Vetr had long ago learned not to care about what most people thought of him. In fact, the less they suspected him, the more power and clearance he had. And most people just scorned the rather quirky Vetr, thinking him entirely harmless. How wrong they were.
Turning his thoughts back to the dinner at hand, Cedric listened to Ade's answer as he carefully undid his napkin, placing his silverware on the correct side of the platter out of habit and neatly spreading the napkin over his lap.
Sometimes habits took a long time to die.
Tags: Ade Alvadottir
Inspiration: Same thing as last time, I think.
Notes: okay have a cruddy post
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Jan 3, 2014 1:47:51 GMT
"A bird."
Her eyes squinted at the man, who seemed to be mildly amused by the matter.
"Huh. I thought it was a zeppelin."
The waiter returned in a brief moment. He asked them for their drinks, to which Cedric replied:
"Ah, I'll take a Black Tie. And some water, please."
The waiter nodded, scribbling it down on the pad in front of him. He turned to her with what she assumed to be a smile.
"Uh... yeah. Yeah. Black Tie? Yeah."
"Two Black Ties, then?"
Ade nodded. In all honesty, she had no idea what a "Black Tie" was. She couldn't help but imagine a specific neck-ware being shredded through a blender, and lazily scrounged into a glass cup.
Of course it would be something different entirely. This place was far too fancy for that. In fact, any place was too fancy for that.
"Oh, also. The bill will be entirely on me, this particular Iduneus has more than earned her dinner."
Her eyebrow rose at the man. "Earned" isn't necessarily the terminology that she'd use. Still, it was probably for the best, considering she had no such money on her person.
The waiter left the two alone, Cedric being the first to speak.
"So, I don't believe we've been formally introduced. You probably know my name. Cedric Vyrrson, Vetr of the Drakonrhedi. Chief of Shakespeare."
It was true; the two hadn't officially exchanged names, despite their already apparent knowledge of each other.
She offered him an impaired bow, dipping herself slightly as she rephrased his sentence.
"You probably don't know my name. Ade Alvadottir, Iduneus of Drakonrhedi. Chief of Blind Snakes That Like To Crawl Up People's Pants."
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jan 3, 2014 2:38:32 GMT
"Huh. I thought it was a zeppelin."
The little bit of sarcasm brought a flicker of amusement to the Vetr. Normally, when Drakonrhedi spoke to him disrespectfully, it was snidely, believing him to be completely lacking in the talent necessary for his position. Very few made that mistake twice. However, it was just nearly as rare for him to get the coy sort of disrespect that he enjoyed, especially from an Iduneus. Some Pryfektus, perhaps, but not the Iduneus, and practically never Tiros.
At the waiter's query, Ade responded with a rather uncertain, "Uh... yeah. Yeah. Black Tie? Yeah."
Unaccustomed to fancy restaurants? He filed away the possibility, saving it for any possible psychoanalysis he might have to perform later.
"You probably don't know my name. Ade Alvadottir, Iduneus of Drakonrhedi. Chief of Blind Snakes That Like To Crawl Up People's Pants."
A grin flashed across his face. "Ahh, but are you blind as a snake? It seemed to me like you could see. Unless, somehow, that was fake." He was slipping back into a rhyme scheme again. Not always what you wanted for day-to-day conversation. "You know what color my hair is, after all. I must agree with the latter part, however. That was not a bad conflict resolution, and an appropriate title as such."
The waiter returned, the two drinks in hand.
Cedric murmured his thanks, taking the drink and placing in its proper position in front of him, just as he'd been taught to do as a child. It was one of the habits which had stayed with him, and perhaps one of the ones he was more thankful for than not. The ability to look sophisticated was always necessary for the design of his particular facade, and it kept things orderly anyway. Rarely, however, did it get used in official dinners.
"Are you ready to order your meal?" the man inquired.
Cedric paused. Ade hadn't had much time to look over the menu--if, indeed, she could. "We'll take a few more minutes, thank you."
"Of course, m'lord."
After the man left, the Vetr ran a hand through his blue hair, then leaned over to sniff the drink curiously. It was always interesting, the scent of champagne mixing with wine.
"I presume you can read the menu, or would you like me to tell you what it says?" An eyebrow arched along with the question.
He picked up his menu again, glancing over it once more. He wasn't entirely sure what he'd be getting. Probably his regular. These people knew him well enough.
Tags: Ade Alvadottir
Inspiration: Blind Guardian
Notes: my god the amount of fluff is outrageous
i'm sorry
for all my posts
i just fluff so much
also this post sucks especially much
ade why don't you crawl up his pants
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Jan 3, 2014 4:30:31 GMT
"Ahh, but are you blind as a snake? It seemed to me like you could see. Unless, somehow, that was fake. You know what color my hair is, after all."
She had nearly forgotten that she compliment his hair; bad move on her part. Well, perhaps it wasn't "bad" so to speak. Anyone with such a flamboyant hair color deserved themselves a compliment - particularly one from her.
"Eh... not necessarily blind, no," She respond with a shrug.
"I must agree with the latter part, however. That was not a bad conflict resolution, and an appropriate title as such."
Ade nodded, saying, "Well, of course it was. Men aren't usually comfortable with having two snakes down their pants."
Perhaps it wasn't the most opportune thing to say at the moment, but she was simply out of control at this point. She wouldn't vouch for anything that came out of her mouth; her ego expanded to twice its size after the previous skirmish.
The waiter returned in a faster-than-anticipated manner, lightly handing them their drinks. She grasped it with some form of politeness and set it on the table, pointlessly examining the substance. There was... definitely some type of liquid in it! No tie bits that she could see of. But, then again, she couldn't see.
The waiter asked about their orders, at which point she swiped the unopened menu and held it in front of her face. She couldn't read it in this format, but that didn't stop her.
"We'll take a few more minutes, thank you."
The waiter likely nodded, exiting the room as she allowed the menu to fall back onto the table.
"I presume you can read the menu, or would you like me to tell you what it says?"
Of course she could read the menu. She typically did so with her hands, somehow being able to decipher the lettering by washing the font with the tips of her fingers. She really wasn't sure how it worked - her dad hadn't gone into too much detail, but she could read nevertheless.
Still, that also failed to stop her.
"Actually, I can't. You'll have to tell me what it says." She shrugged nonchalantly, setting the menu down in a mildly sophisticated manner.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jan 3, 2014 22:57:47 GMT
"Eh... not necessarily blind, no," she assented. He responded with a nod, it was fair enough, and he had caught her mistake. He doubted this particular misleading was intentional.
"Well, of course it was. Men aren't usually comfortable with having two snakes down their pants."
The Vetr was not responding to that. It was a trap no matter what he said, and although he normally bumbled around conversation like a blind mule, he knew that this particular conversational topic was a trap. No, he wouldn't say anything this time--
"Really? Huh."
Oh, well played, Cedric. Now you've managed to imply that you don't mind having two snakes in your pants. Well done indeed.
Luckily, the waiter saved him.
Cedric took a moment to recover himself while Ade was replying.
"Actually, I can't. You'll have to tell me what it says."
His eyes bored into her, suspicion evident. Was that a lie, my dear Ade? However, regardless, he leaned back in his chair and threw a glance over the menu. How to reply in kind to this sass? he mused.
Wait a moment. Ade's not familiar with fancy restaurants. His lips turned upwards slightly. He could just read from the menu, it'd be incomprehensible to her anyway. If she had a legitimate question, she could just ask him, after all.
"Well, for first courses, we have: Tartare of Black Angus beef, rosemary-miso, puffed rice, and Castelvetrano olives; or Baby Chioggia beets, parsnip, Mascarpone, Marcona almonds, kale pesto; or Sunchoke soup, oxtails, seared Brussels sprouts, sous vide egg. Second course choices are: Prosciutto di Parma filled “caramelle” in salsa ghiotta; or Acquerello risotto, smoked trout roe, potato, leek, and dill; or Smoked potato gnocchi with crispy sweetbreads, Maitake mushrooms, and pancetta cream; or Cuttlefish ‘tagliatelle’ with capers, chili flakes, lobster, and agretti."
He smiled placidly, although she probably couldn't see.
"Some third courses are: Seared sea bream, kale, roasted baby carrots, Cipolline onion, zabaglione; or Wild swordfish, braised pine nuts, saffron, fennel, golden raisins; or Veal loin, roasted garlic-potato foam, confit mushrooms, truffled bone marrow sauce; or Truffle stuffed chicken breast, Honey Crisp apple, farro, and celery purée. Now, that's not all of them, just my favourites. Care to hear the cheeses, truffle selections, or dessert menu yet, or do you need help making your choice?"
The Vetr waited for her reply. A witty retort would only make his admiration for her grow.
"Of course, we can also simply stick with one course, if you think that would be enough to fill you." Cedric smiled, eyes closing happily. "The people here know that I have a most busy schedule."
And some people called him annoying. Annoying? Bah. He could be downright infuriating if he felt like it.
He leaned back and scanned over the menu, finding his particular favourites and mentally weighing them against each other for a few moments.
Tags: Ade Alvadottir
Inspiration: link
Notes: Sorry for backtracking, wanted to stuff in some awkward.
also the foods are copy-pasted from here.
I have no clue what most of them are.
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Jan 4, 2014 7:49:18 GMT
"Really? Huh."
Ade, with every ounce of power she had, abstained from laughing. A grin cracked through her face, immediately assessing his mildly embarrassed aura. He wasn't undergoing anything especially traumatic, although she couldn't help but appreciate the sudden regret.
"Well... most men," She clarified, her amusement escalating.
The waiter returned just after. Cedric, much to her enjoyable dismay, was picking up on her bluff. He was framed with suspicion, most likely analyzing her for any traces of her lie. Still, he couldn't exactly deny her. Not if he didn't want her to start making a melodramatic scene.
He began to recite the menu as she had instructed.
"Well, for first courses, we have: Tartare of Black Angus beef, rosemary-miso, puffed rice, and Castelvetrano olives; or Baby Chioggia beets, parsnip, Mascarpone, Marcona almonds, kale pesto; or Sunchoke soup, oxtails, seared Brussels sprouts, sous vide egg. Second course choices are: Prosciutto di Parma filled “caramelle” in salsa ghiotta; or Acquerello risotto, smoked trout roe, potato, leek, and dill; or Smoked potato gnocchi with crispy sweetbreads, Maitake mushrooms, and pancetta cream; or Cuttlefish ‘tagliatelle’ with capers, chili flakes, lobster, and agretti."
Every word that escaped his lips flew directly over her head. Her eyes were slightly larger than they were previously, but that was nothing that he would notice. She opened her mouth to speak, but was cut by more apparently existent foods that she would not, for the life of her, recognize.
"Some third courses are: Seared sea bream, kale, roasted baby carrots, Cipolline onion, zabaglione; or Wild swordfish, braised pine nuts, saffron, fennel, golden raisins; or Veal loin, roasted garlic-potato foam, confit mushrooms, truffled bone marrow sauce; or Truffle stuffed chicken breast, Honey Crisp apple, farro, and celery purée. Now, that's not all of them, just my favourites. Care to hear the cheeses, truffle selections, or dessert menu yet, or do you need help making your choice?"
There was a moment's silence. Then she spoke.
"Um... yeah. I don't want to... offend you or anything. But... you're definitely going to have to read that at least three times faster."
"Of course, we can also simply stick with one course, if you think that would be enough to fill you. The people here know that I have a most busy schedule."
"Mmm, cats usually have it rough," She said, nodding in mildly sarcastic agreement. She was sure that the Vetr did have his fair share of things to do, although she had difficulties restraining herself. At this point, she may as well stop trying.
The Iduneus reached out to test her drink, bringing the glass to her lips as she sipped in the liquid. The taste came as some form of a shock - far better than she was expecting! She ruthlessly ushered a larger portion down her gullet, slamming the glass down as she continued.
"Or you can just, like, tell me what you prefer. Because I bet you have good taste, judging on this thing."
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jan 4, 2014 20:58:41 GMT
"Well... most men."
Of course she just had to catch that.
Either way, Cedric had managed to recover himself, reading the menu as she'd requested. After he finished, there was a moment of silence.
It was rather disconcerting to know that she could analyze his emotions, nonetheless. He'd have to do some reading on how to shield himself from such prying eyes. There had to at least be discipline techniques, if not a distortion spell. He might even be able to make one--a sort of selective fishbowl lens or kaleidoscope, amplifying the less telltale emotions and shifting the ones he didn't want her to see--anger, love, lust, and suspicion--beneath things like happiness and serenity.
"Um... yeah. I don't want to... offend you or anything. But... you're definitely going to have to read that at least three times faster."
He smiled placidly, well and prepared to do so. "If you'd prefer, I certainly can."
"Mmm, cats usually have it rough," she added.
The Vetr chuckled. "Indeed, we do. Movement, waking up... it's all so incredibly tedious."
As he spoke, she took a small sip of the alcohol, followed by a rather surprised pause and then a much larger swallow. She seemed rather surprised with the good taste of the thing, and stated as much.
"Or you can just, like, tell me what you prefer. Because I bet you have good taste, judging on this thing."
He laughed. "They use an especially nice type of wine here. I forget the exact name, but it's from the Hrafnung brewers."
Cedric cast his eye over the menu at her request. "You probably like steak. It's hard not to like steak, especially in this culture." He cocked his head to the side. "Perhaps a filet mignon, then? I'll probably order something along those lines as well."
Tags: Ade Alvadottir
Inspiration: A BUNCH OF REALLY GOOD SONGS
Notes: I'm sorry it kinda sucks
you can have the waiter come back in
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Jan 6, 2014 3:07:28 GMT
"They use an especially nice type of wine here. I forget the exact name, but it's from the Hrafnung brewers."
It was certainly better than anything Ade had. Even as a child, her mother hoarded bargain brews and tasteless liquors. At first she was repulsed by the taste, but she grew accustomed to their bitterness through the sheer boredom of being alone. They practically had a library of alcohol - it was bound to invade her life at some point.
"You probably like steak. It's hard not to like steak, especially in this culture. Perhaps a filet mignon, then? I'll probably order something along those lines as well."
Ade nodded. Steak was good. She wasn't sure what a "filet mignon" was, although she assumed it was yet another version of steak. An off-breed of steak? Steak's gay cousin? Whatever it was, she trusted that it was good.
The waiter returned shortly after, standing over them in a polite posture. His notepad was at the ready. "Are we ready to order?"
Her eyebrow rose at Cedric, who was apparently still indulged in the menu. She narrowed her eyes. She'd be damned if he wasn't attempting to stall, giving her to opportunity to thrust all of her newly acquired knowledge at the poor man.
She hadn't properly ordered at a restaurant in... well, it's been a while.
"Uh, yeah. Can I get the fillet mig...non?"
It certainly sounded much worse coming from her mouth.
The waiter seemed mildly amused as he continued. "And how would you like that cooked?"
She remained silent for perhaps ten seconds. Her expression seemed almost bored, curiosity arising within the man. "Well. How about... normal."
"Do you perhaps mean medium?"
She perked slightly at his suggestion. "Yeah. That sounds good." She didn't think she was hungry enough for anything larger than a "medium", anyways.
Quite content with her order, she placed the menu lightly in the waiter's awaiting hand. She could have certainly made it much worse than she had - a rare occurrence, on her part.
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jan 7, 2014 2:16:28 GMT
"Are we ready to order?"
Cedric nodded at the waiter, who had appeared right on cue. It was luck, of course, but that didn't stop the Vetr from rejoicing as to the almost theatrical panning out of his life. Such occasions happened from time to time, and he enjoyed it, although he knew realistically that they were in no way related or purposeful in intent. Just chance, that was all. Chance and his own amusement.
"Uh, yeah. Can I get the fillet mig...non?"
There was a hint of a smile at the corners of the waiter's mouth as he nodded in assent. "And how would you like that cooked?"
Pause as Ade processed this fact. One eyebrow twitched upwards in intrigued concern. Do you mean to say you've never been to a restaurant where you were asked how you wanted your meat, my dear Iduneus?
"Well. How about... normal."
Indeed. How curious.
"Do you perhaps mean medium?"
"Yeah. That sounds good."
Ade seemed relieved, welcoming the suggestion. She replaced the menu and seemed to settle in a bit.
The waiter turned to him. "And for you, Lord Vetr?"
"A filet mignon as well, please. Medium-rare." He gave the man a smile, closing the menu.
"Of course, sir."
Cedric deposited the menu in the waiter's waiting hand, nodding his thanks as their server departed, the door closing behind him. He took a careful swallow of his alcoholic drink before also downing a gulp of water--just to keep it balanced out.
The Vetr turned to Ade, one eyebrow raised. "You haven't been to a restaurant in a while?" Although it was phrased like a statement, his tone gave away the fact that it was indeed a question.
Meanwhile, his mind was already attempting to figure out a way to obscure his emotions from her sight without actually affecting her ability to see. A magical lens effect might work--he could manipulate the energies around him to increase the prominence of a certain emotion, perhaps. The only issue was that he had no real way of seeing which emotion he magnified, at least not without trial and error. And he had no doubt that asking Ade for assistance would end up with a long series of pranks.
Although... she couldn't see what his facial expressions were doing, could she? That meant he could close his eyes without her getting suspicious, allowing him to focus the ambient energy into a lens effect. He knew a few aura sensing cantrips... the first step, then, would be to cast one of those.
No, the first step would be to find a mirror.
He cast his glance around the room, eyes alighting on a broad oval mirror inside a golden frame. A flicker of amusement went through him, and he carefully placed his hands under the cover of the tablecloth, as if folding them in his lap. Instead, however, he quietly closed his eyes, firing out the cantrip swiftly, with the expertise of a master.
Then, with deliberate care, he shifted his mental focus to the mirror, enabling him to see a reflection of himself. His emotions revealed themselves, and he watched as a wave of pleased amusement at his success washed through him.
Tags: Ade Alvadottir
Inspiration: AYREON
Notes: Huehuehue
This time the awkward will be magnified as Cedric ties to manage an aura lens. xD
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Jan 7, 2014 5:53:35 GMT
"A filet mignon as well, please. Medium-rare."
Ade cocked her head in confusion, her brows pulling together for a brief moment as the Vetr placed his order. What was so "rare" about his steak? Should she have ordered a less-than-common hunk of meat?
The waiter left them alone once again, collecting their menus and swinging out the door.
"You haven't been to a restaurant in a while?"
She made an attempt to wash away her confusion, straightening herself up before responding. "Eh, not really. Not a fancy one. I mean, maybe it was somewhat fancy, but nothing like this. It's been a while since anyone's taken me out to eat. I'm usually like... Well, okay, free food." Her otherwise bored expression quickly contorted into something appalled, her intentions misplacing themselves with one slip of the tongue. She desperately tried to gather herself. "Well... I mean, I'm not just doing this for free food. Heh."
Oh, that sounded weirdly straightforward. She fucked this up. She may as well get up and leave now, huh? Yep. Good idea. She quickly scanned his aura, hoping that he hadn't interpreted it the way she had.
She was surprised to see him apparently occupied with something, mildly amused with whatever he was doing. Her brow rose in curiosity.
"Uh... What are you doing?"
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jan 7, 2014 16:58:57 GMT
Ade remained impasse for the majority of the answer to his question.
"Eh, not really. Not a fancy one. I mean, maybe it was somewhat fancy, but nothing like this. It's been a while since anyone's taken me out to eat. I'm usually like... Well, okay, free food. Well... I mean, I'm not just doing this for free food. Heh."
He chuckled, rather distracted at the moment. A cursory glance at her facial expression showed her to be quite ashamed of her words, meaning that she was most likely not lying to him. Besides, Cedric would like to think he was laid back enough that a person wanting free food after putting up with his Shakespeare and antics should be given free food. And it wasn't like she'd asked, he'd been completely willing to purchase the entirety of the meal, expensive as it was.
Soon, he returned to his examination of his aura.
"Uh... What are you doing?"
"Hmm?" He raised his eyebrows, even though his eyes remained closed. Watching his emotions was a rather odd and curious effect--much like one would get from speaking to oneself in the mirror. "What am I doing? Examining the nature of humanity."
That wasn't too much of a stretch, but he'd put it down as a load of BS anyway, because that's what he intended it as.
He glanced at Ade. Her curiosity manifested itself clearly, showing her as a being of energy. A being of energy who could kick the crap out of ruffians and quote Shakespeare while doing so--in other words, someone he could admire.
This admiration manifested itself in his reflection, cloaking a spark of something he couldn't yet recognize, even in searching his own emotions. A ripple of concern distorted him, but he brought himself back under control quickly enough. Calm yourself, Cedric. This is a study, and she is a friend.
Now to draw the lens.
He had no clue how to make an actual magical lens, but he did know a few magic modification and magnification spells, which he could probably take select parts from. Mentally gliding over his knowledge, he picked out the selections he'd need in the spell--distortion, modification, magnification, mirror, anchor.
Cedric went to work, drawing in the ambient energy and his own, swirling together into a floating distortion of his aura. He quickly tied it down to cover his torso, as that would be the focus for his experiment. Once the distortion effect itself was anchored correctly, he examined himself in the mirror once more. He appeared to have managed to magnify his happiness--not bad for a first try, but he'd prefer for it to magnify his serenity. He'd have to switch it around. Turn it, like one would with a curved mirror. It seemed to have a small effect on his actual appearance, rimming him in a small halo of completely blended emotions, like the edge of a mirrored bowl. He'd troubleshoot that later.
The Vetr carefully began to adjust the lens effect, tilting it back and forth slightly. Hopefully Ade didn't get motion sickness.
Well done, Cedric. Now you can hide your emotions from her. That'll certainly be a relief, she won't know how much you like her.
The last part of his thought was his downfall. The admiration sprang back, tinted with--was that affection? No, something more vibrant. He scowled at it--wait--he was magnifying it.
Shiiiiiiiit.
Luckily, his own shame at this quickly shielded it from her view, and he brought a corner of serenity into being, tilting the lens to capture that instead. Relief washed through him. He was safe.
For now, at least.
Tags: Ade Alvadottir
Inspiration: Ayreon 01011001
Notes: I FAIL
AND AWKWARDNESS HUZZAH
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Jan 8, 2014 5:12:26 GMT
"What am I doing? Examining the nature of humanity."Ade watched him with suspicion. Oh, yes, of course. The nature of humanity is obviously residing in his crotch. She gently lifted the tablecloth as he occupied himself with his supposed "studies", casually bending over to take a quick peek at his contraption. She, as imagined, could not properly deduce what gizmo he was toying with in his hand. It seemed relatively simple - nothing that he could be overly entertained by. Perhaps it somehow functioned as a viewing device? To keep tabs on the Drakonrhedi while he away? She shrugged it off, assuming it was some secretive Vetr business that he was manifested in. Besides, she was far more intrigued by his faint change of emotion. She strung herself up, assuring that her senses were indeed accurate and not another misreading. A faint trace of admiration, that quickly registered into his mind and disappeared within a few moments. Odd. Most people failed to recognize their emotions that quickly. Still, it was probably the thing in his hands causing him to quirk. He had likely altogether forgotten that he was in the presence of an aura reader. His happiness spiked in a somewhat quick manner. Strange. What could he possibly be looking at? Her curiosity grabbed her by the collar, causing her head to incline as she attempted to take a second glance at his gadget. It would do her no good - even if she were sitting right beside it, she most likely wouldn't be able to pinpoint exactly what it was. Then, just as abruptly as his happiness had come, it was overlaid with a second coat of admiration. Perhaps something more? Yes, definitely something more. It seemed to be... was... that lust? Yes, lust! She had nearly forgotten what it looked like! How could she forget, anyways? She used to sever the connection between her crushing comrades when she was young, often rudely placing herself in the midst of the scene in order to amplify the awkwardness. Ha! What a weird kid she used to be. She grew out of it, of course, having found alternate ways of making people feel less-than-comfortable. Still, she was curious to see what had caused such an emotion to spawn. Surely it was something he saw in his contraption. Maybe it was, in fact, a previously stated viewing device? Perhaps a pretty lady had sauntered by? She scowled slightly. He certainly didn't seem like the type to fall for that. "So how's humanity going?" She asked, the mild annoyance unintentionally evident in her tone. Tags: Cedric Vyrrson
Inspiration: casual affaaaiir
Notes: HA IM JUST GONNA TURN THE TIDE ON THIS WAR AND MAKE HER RANDOMLY JEALOUS IDK HEHE
AND THEN HE'LL BE LIKE OH SHIT SHE DON LIKE ME
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Post by Cedric Vyrrson on Jan 8, 2014 23:13:27 GMT
Ade appeared to be onto his game, her aura shifting as she peered under the table. Well, she probably wouldn't be able to discern much there--all his hands were doing was helping him channel the lens, meaning that they held what was basically energy. The effect itself was invisible except for how it had been changing her view of his emotions, which probably seemed incredibly abnormal.
He had no idea how he'd get around the line of distortion running at the edge of the lens, either. That was probably a dead giveaway, emotions couldn't be that smushed together naturally, could they? No, it probably looked quite abnormal indeed. Still a lot of faults with this lens idea, it seemed. Never mind the fact that he had no idea how he'd be able to constantly adjust this lens, or even if it was worth it. It probably was, considering the awkward emotions he'd already displaced several times. Couldn't hurt to keep up a facade, especially from someone who could easily peer into his motivation.
"So how's humanity going?"
Ade sounded annoyed. He glanced over at her, and her emotions appeared to mirror the effect. Oh, how intriguing. A flare of insatiable curiosity was quickly replaced by guilt at his lack of attention towards her, although he supposed he was, in a way, giving far more thought towards her than probably either had expected, if only for the fact that he was curious to see what he'd be able to do.
Or maybe he was more interested in being able to converse with her while still having the protective facade he'd always maintained. Comfort zone and all. It was a shame that cantrips like this one couldn't be enchanted into an object.
"Humanity is being a bit of a pain in the arse," he answered honestly, although his voice was slightly distant with distraction, the tone of one who is trying to focus on multiple things at once. "Dear goodness, I'm going to need to study quite a bit on our return to the Drakonborg. Won't that be pleasant. Research really never is, y'know? Looking into backgrounds, all that."
Unbeknownst to him, he was probably making her suspicions about a viewing device grow even larger, perhaps even her suspicions about the 'pretty lady,' who, ironically, was just herself.
The cantrip was going to expire soon, and he would let it, seeing as the waiter would be on his way right about... now.
There was a rap on the door, at which Cedric waved his hand, dispelling the entire cantrip but keeping the lens, at least for now. He knew the cantrip would have an adverse effect on the way his eyes looked, and was in no mood to give away his game more than he had.
"Here you are, m'lady," the waiter spoke, carefully placing a plate in front of Ade. "And for you, Lord Vetr." Cedric's food was deposited in front of him.
"Thank you, sir." Cedric took a moment to ensure that his napkin and silverware were in the correct locales as the waiter exited. Reaching out, the Vetr took a sip of his drink, accompanied by two sips of water, then smiled at Ade.
"Eat up, then."
Looking at her now with his normal sight, he was struck once more by her appearances. Blue hair, yes, but she was also rather attractive.
Cedric, stop. That's affection.
He quietly chastised himself as he began to cut his steak. Perhaps it was a good idea to invest in an aura lens.
Tags: Ade Alvadottir
Inspiration: Falconer - Waltz with the Dead
Notes: YAY MORE AWKWARD
sorta
i'm sorry
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Post by Ade Alvadottir on Jan 10, 2014 4:34:50 GMT
"Humanity is being a bit of a pain in the arse."I bet it is," She said, her gaze fixed on the man. His emotions, she decided, we're highly unethical. It was common for people to be experiencing multiple things at once - in fact, that is usually how the emotions arrange themselves. Fear and anger, for example, were quite compatible. Happiness and grief were near opposites, yet she still saw them manifest in certain souls. There were endless possibilities; feelings themselves were complex, yet their combinations were infinite. His emotions, however, appeared to be going haywire. He was like a living oxymoron - confusion clashing with serenity, happiness overlapped by frustration. Why, she'd never seen such a ridiculous feat! How could he possibly function? This required some interrogation. "Dear goodness, I'm going to need to study quite a bit on our return to the Drakonborg. Won't that be pleasant. Research really never is, y'know? Looking into backgrounds, all that.""Are you alright?" That's some Grade A interrogation.There was a knock on the door shortly after her outburst, the waiter entering the room upon Cedric's wave of the hand. He slipped into the room with their food, setting it down lightly before them. "Here you are, m'lady." Her lips quirked into a small smile. She was unable to maintain her otherwise confused manner, quite excited by her acknowledgement. Yes, I am a lady. No, don't set that in front of me! I need you to put it exactly three millimeters to the right, thank you."Thanks," She said humbly, looking down at the slab of meat. It was actually quite nice; it seemed to have some sort of an herb as a topper, surrounded by... sauce, was it? She couldn't exactly tell. Still, it was far better than she had been expecting. Her gaze flickered towards Cedric, who, much to her dismay, was re-experiencing some amount of affection. Her eyebrow twitched ever so slightly. "So, yeah, who're you gonna research again?"Had her eyes not been protected by red, her piercing gaze would've easily impaled his irises, prying through his facial tissue as they bored into his soul. Damn those little whores. It was almost disgusting how easily their leader lapped up their pitiful charms! What was she even saying?It's not like she should care. They weren't even friends! In fact, he was probably looking at his wife or something. Did he have one? She hadn't been paying mind to the personal affairs of the Vetrs. |
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