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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' One would think that being unable to see the glass one is running along would be a deterrant to relaxation. One might think that screaming headlong straight up an almst vertical surface would not provoke quiet reflection. No doubt, someone else might reconsider the worth of this small apology... but not Gennadi.
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| − | With a fierce joy he vaults the unseen ledge of glass and skyrockets into the air, form blackening out the stars and crossing against Vorpal's view of the moon as he twists, flicker-flashes of heart-shaped red light from his back as he spins down and flips, landing on his feet and bowing as the momentum carries him to face her. He stands slowly, taking a good look from her feet up to her face.
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| − | "You know, you can be devilishly hard to find when you're not busy stabbing people, or dare I say being stabbed yourself."
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| − | '''Vorpal: ''' "It is a part of being a general. We are supposed to be so difficult to find that no-one can come to meet us face-to-face without going through a long chain of underlings first."
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| − | Her back straight and her feet gracefully together, the Pale Angel stands with her hands folded across her chest. The night breeze that continuously blows this high up ruffles the fur edges of her First-Age white coat and tugs at her long white air. Hundreds of feet below her high-heeled boots, clearly visible through the transparent ledge they stand upon, the Spire unfurls like a gargantuan glass rose, perfect and beautiful, twinkling with hundreds of tiny lights even in the gentle shine of the moon.
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| − | "But still", Vorpal shrugs, "I can always arrange a quick stab at you any time, if that is what you wish. Anything for a friend."
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| − | * Gennadi chuckles ruefully. "In my old circles, that would be much less worrying than it is now... mostly. Might I ask what the change in fashion is about? I keep expecting to wake up on the battlefield and find that today has mostly been a dream, and seeing you walk about like that doesn't help." He grins, settling back against the tower.
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| − | '''Vorpal: ''' "Knowing your patron, Sidereal, I find this sudden interest in me disturbing", Vorpal responds, turning slightly so that she can keep the man within her field of vision. "What exactly do you want from me?"
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' He waves a hand dismissively, though one remains behind his back. "It's the other way around... I'm here for something I expect you want from me." He clears his throat and fills his blue eyes with sorrow, the color shifting deeper, the color of an ocean of tears. "I apologize for my actions during the battle, Lilith. I know you take your duties seriously, but I both decided my own path without regard to your orders and left you fighting the General without warning. It was a mistake I do not intend to replicate." He smiles that annoyingly perfect smile of his, white teeth shining in the moonlight. "I brought a gift if that'll help you accept my apology."
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| − | '''Vorpal: ''' "Oh?" Vorpal raises one imperious eyebrow and lowers her chin ever so slightly. It is a moving speech, that's for certain. She almost falls for it. "Your plan did defeat Garm for us", she is forced to admit. "However sudden and against my orders it was. Initiative is important in battle."
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| − | The smile is... irritating. It is perfect. ''Too'' perfect. She almost wishes she had the same sort of smile. This makes it all the more annoying to her.
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| − | ''No. I do not want anything this man has. ''
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| − | "And what did you bring to me?"
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| − | * Gennadi flips the item out from behind his back. A heart, shining red silk decorated with spatters of tiny rubies. "Don't mind the box, it's what's inside that matters." He flicks the edge of the box and catches the top in his other hand, unveiling the treats inside. A strong and yet delicate scent fills the air as she looks, chocolates carefully shaped and covering the spectrum, from sheer white to painfully dark, hard to see with simple moonlight. Her mind tries to conjure up just how each might taste... and fails utterly. "From Heaven itself. I keep a set around for emergencies." He winks at her. "Go on, try one. They're yours if you want them."
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| − | '''Vorpal: ''' Vorpal stares at the box for a long, uncomfortable moment, her face unreadable, her lips an even line. Her Adam's apple moves very distinctively up and down her throat, however, before she raises her gaze back up and speaks: "A story comes to my mind. It is one about how generous hosts Fair Folk are to mortals. They offer their guests all manner of beverages and delicasies far more wonderful than anything mortals could possibly imagine. 'Eat up', they say, 'Drink up! The evening is young and we have so many little treats in our stores for you to sample!' There is a catch, however. Should the guests ever make the mistake of accepting even the smallest snack from their hosts' platters, the Fair Folk have the right to claim them as personal property for the rest of their very short lives. The lesson of the story: never accept gifts that are too tempting for your own good."
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| − | "Fortunately, I am not a coward." She reaches out and plucks one piece of chocolate from the box.
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' His eyes seem to smile now as well, simple pleasure that he's read her correctly. "I suppose next time I have to apologize I won't send the Fae as my messenger. Besides, you would be surprised just how similar owning and being owned is... Of course, that is a matter for another time. No hard feelings from my demurral about this Circle business? I imagine there has to be some doubt in your own heart as to the feasibility."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Gennadi is not the only one looking for Vorpal, though Selina has a somewhat different reason for doing so. But when she notices Gennadi, flitting across the surfaces of the city, she decides to follow him as well. She wouldn't mind cornering him for a thing or two, either.
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| − | ''Maybe more than a thing or two. ''
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| − | After all, he did take liberties with her person. In front of everyone. And he does always seem so sure of himself. And her sister does seem to dislike him for some reason.
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| − | So she follows him, silently, shadowing the starchild as quiet as death (with no greatcoat to make further noises in the wind), watching him leap up onto some surface at the top. And decides to do one better.
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| − | She moves around, and lands -- nearly hitting Vorpal but thankfully not making her drop anything -- almost in Gennadi's face. Wings folding up behind her, she sees what the woman is putting in her mouth. And knows, instantly, what it is.
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| − | And knows she does not have any either. The reason for following either momentarily forgotten, she looks from Vorpal to Gennadi, back and forth. Her tone is severe. "I see chocolates. Chocolates I am not getting. You ate my chocolate pastry, took liberties with my person in public and now she gets them for free?" Selina walks up, right into Gennadi's face, almost brushing him. "Oh no, no no no no. ''Gimme''." The last word is impish.
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "I'd rather hear yes yes yes yes yes if you're going to be interrupting my talk." He leans forward and chidingly nips her nose, a light bite riiight on the very tip. "As for free, think of them as payment. for services not rendered."
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| − | '''Vorpal: ''' ''Figures. ''
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| − | Vorpal glares at the interruption of their discussion with some irriation, tossing the chocolate up and down like a pebble in her hand. "Aine. You don't even let me enjoy a snack in peace, do you? Me, me, me. It's always me, me, me."
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| − | The Pale Angel sighs and spreads her hands in an exaggeraged shrug. "Ah well. Since they are a gift for me, I can use them however I like. Here, Aine." She leans forward, reaching past the Dark Angel's wings and over her shoulder, holding the chocolate between two fingers. "''Aaaah''..."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' "You're so mean." Selina says huffily. "But I can be mean back! If I slapped ''your'' arse, it'd hurt for awhile!"
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| − | Then she notices the chocolate, and perks up, eyes moving off of Gennadi. "You two are dirty cheaters..."
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| − | '''Vorpal: '''Abruptly, Vorpal flips her wrist upwards and snatches the chocolate out of Selina's reach. "Ah -- ?" she smiles a very devious smile, quickly throwing a knowing glance in Gennadi's direction. "What is the magic word?"
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina looks at Vorpal sullenly, then goes and backs away from the two of them. She sits down on the ground, hugging her legs to her and glaring up at them both, wings curling about her so only the centerline view of her body is visible. The feathers puff out, slightly. "Please." She says grudgingly. Barely able to be heard.
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| − | '''Vorpal: ''' Vorpal's mien melts into a delighted smile. Her eyes shining, her face glowing, she gives Gennadi an approving nod. "This is fun."
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| − | Bending down from her waist and propping herself with one hand against her kneecap, she gingerly holds out the chocolate once again, like a fine lady about to pass a little treat to her favorite lap puppy. "Aaaaaaaah", she announces, opening her own mouth wide, then clamps it shut again.
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| − | "Honestly", she states, seriously, one hand on her hip, "I have dreamt of this."
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| − | And then again comes the chocolate forth, a wonderful little treat straight from Heaven. "''Aaaaaahh''..."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina's eyes narrow at Vorpal malevolently, then flick to Gennadi as well. '''I'll get you for this''.' is clearly what the eyes are saying. But Selina opens her mouth anyway. She wants to know if these chocolates are good enough to do more of this for.
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| − | Or fight them for them, either way.
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| − | '''Vorpal: ''' Closer comes the heaven-sent treat, a little white drop of the stuff that dreams are made of, held between two albino fingers. It hovers over Selina's sensuous lips, over the black pit of her draconic mouth...
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| − | ...and then, like a streaking comet, the it changes course and plunges back up towards the Pale Angel and into her own mouth, the little clatter of the white chocolate against the white teeth all too audible in the silence of the night...
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| − | "Mmps", she announces... smirking with tightly-pursed lips.
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina watches Vorpal with a flat expression on her face, from between the shadows of her wings. Her turquoise eyes are glowing a bit, now. "You just keep pushing me." She says darkly.
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| − | * Gennadi wags a finger at them. "That wasn't very nice, now..." He fishes around and plucks out the darkest of the bunch, the thick scent rolling off of it like sin. He tosses it to Vorpal, and the air itself seems to try to follow it, little gods trying to get at least a feel of this piece of Heavenly decadence. "Though the lighter sweet didn't suit her. Perhaps that one?"
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| − | '''Vorpal: ''' Vorpal's response is opening her mouth again, revealing the white cocolate held skillfully between her teeth. Deftly she snatches the black treat from the air. Although the dark color makes the chocolate difficult to see, there is an aura of sweet, sinful allure about the thing that makes it impossible to miss. Exhaling sharply, she spits the white chocolate out, sending it in a smooth arch towards the Dark Angel.
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| − | "No", she states, still smirking, the black chocolate twirling up and down in her hand. "She has always wanted to eat white things. ''That'' one is best for her."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina catches it quickly than the eye can follow as soon as it sails into range, popping it into her mouth just as fast. She chews it quietly, the expression of dislike fading from her face, but the eyes still glowing, and expression still mostly unreadable besides.
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| − | * Gennadi shakes his head to clear it, the quick flurry of changes to his plans a bit much to take in all at once. And Vorpal's last comment... "And to think they call you angels."
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' She hears Gennadi's comment, and smiles within her ball of feathers. A very wicked smile, and somewhat difficult to make out in the low light.
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| − | '''Vorpal: ''' "Angels need to eat, too, Sidereal", Vorpal responds smoothly and lifts the black chocolate level with her face. "Thank you for this gift. It is..." She smirks again, her eyes crunching up like those of a cat, as she gazes at the feathery form of the Dark Chocolate-Hunter. "Extraordinary."
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| − | '''Gennadi: ''' "It could hardly have been anything less, given who was to recieve it..." He replaces the cover on the box and takes the small steps over to Vorpal. A long gaze at Selina follows. "Of course, you and I need to have a talk as well... once you're done with your midnight snack." He offers the closed heart-shaped box to Vorpal again.
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| − | '''Selina de Windia: ''' Selina's gaze widens at Vorpal in something of alarm, then switches to Gennadi, narrowing a bit again. "We'll see." Comes the muffled reply.
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| − | '''Vorpal: ''' "We'll see", Vorpal says more seriously as she accepts the box. One hand still lingers on her hip.
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| − | "We'll see."
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