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Today is one of those days
I don’t remember. I just woke up on the floor and didn’t feel like getting up, is all. But, I’m fine now. Thank you for your concern.
No problem, and nice jacket. It was a pleasure meeting you Victor, I'm Christopher Wolfe and if you ever need someone to talk to, I've got quite the listening ear.
Right. I suppose these are memories of a loved one or friend then?
No, actually and it's not something I, quite frankly, wish to talk about either. Something a lot more complicated than that.
I suppose I am a little. Something I wrote brought back memories preferred forgotten, is all.
Today is one of those days
I do have a bed. I find no difference between the two. Times when you are away from your bed the ground is a fine substitute, don’t you think?
I do suppose you are right. I've had to do it myself, was just hoping you weren't having to. Is there a particular reason you slept on the floor this time?
Today is one of those days
I have, indeed, I have gotten up and at it by now. I don’t think a good nap on the ground did anyone any harm before.
Hold on a moment. On the ground? Why on the ground, do you not have a bed?
This kind of day // Daphne
Surprisingly, Christopher had had quite a good day, and it showed by the rather permanent smile on his face, currently. He was slowly gathering facts for his story, but he still didn't have enough for one article, not enough to be thorough. He was walking his horse through the woods, not in the mood to ride, beside he was sure she preferred it when he wasn't weighing her down.
He paused in his steps when a sound caught his attention and he rubbed his hand over his horses nose to calm her, feeling her dancing beside him a little, seemingly nervous about something. He tied her to the closest tree and turned around, his sense of smell working hard as he tried to figure out what exactly he was smelling. Something sweet and something that was definitely new to him.
"Hello?" he questioned, rubbing his slightly sweaty hands over his pants.
"Is somebody there?" he asked as he walked a little towards the smell, not straying too far from his horse in case it was a trick and someone just wanted to eat his ride home. "I'm not going to hurt you...."
This much was true, at least, he wouldn't hurt them if they didn't attack him. It was unlucky, though, that he only shifted on a full moon and he even had pretty good control over it, but he still had his strength and speed in his human form, maybe not as strong as a vampire, but strong enough, at least. He found himself turning again, not hearing anything more before he was going over to his horse and starting to undo her, thinking that maybe he was just seeing things and planning on leaving. He held the bridle in his hands and rubbed his hand over his horses nose before starting to lead her forwards again, keeping his ears and eyes open, just in case there was someone there.
Walking // Christopher.
Farah quirked an eyebrow teasingly at Christopher, assuming most definitely was bad sport, and it often ended with one of the participants dead and Farah could say with some certainty that it was never her. However she didn’t say that just watched Christopher carefully, not sure what he wanted and not liking that one bit, when Farah met somebody she liked to be the one in control. So she was just going to have to find out what the werewolf wanted and most unfortunately the most likely way to succeed in doing this would be to be as friendly as possible to him, of course if all else failed there was always her usual method to fall back on, she thought with a grin.
Smiling amicably at him she took his outreached arm, hooking it under her own in a very proper lady like manner, “Don’t worry about it, most people assume something like that, always comes as a bit of a shock when they discover I’m human.” She said good naturedly, though inside she was remembering the last time someone had made that mistake with glee, he really had been most annoying, she’d been doing everyone a favour when she got rid of him, “And we most certainly shall.” She said returning his wicked smile, glad that even if she had to pretend to be pleasant she had someone interesting to do it with.
She glanced over at his walking stick; well it was more of a cane really, with curiosity wondering why a man like him, one that was clearly not physically incapacitated would need such an item, especially since she knew that they were not part of this year’s latest fad. Yet again she found herself wondering why she’d agreed to go on this walk with this werewolf, it probably wasn’t wise and unless she was very lucky, it probably wouldn’t be entertaining either. Of course then there was the even more important question of why Christopher himself was here, he clearly wanted something, Farah was not so stupid as to think he just so happened to want a walk with someone who, although he didn’t know it yet, she was sure he could at least in some way sense it, was as dangerous as she was.
Well there was only one way to find out, she thought to herself, let him take the lead, give him as little information, or whatever it is he wants, as possible that way he’ll be forced into giving me more of the information I need.
Christopher had much he was supposed to fear, but it didn't mean there was any fear there in him, he'd spent a lot of his life on the streets as a lad and it had hardened him up in ways a lot of people wouldn't even know. When he looked at Farrah, though, he knew to be wary, he'd heard a few stories of his own and even she, herself, had told him that she was insane and probably not be trusted. Not that Christopher was planning on trusting her.
Though, he was amused to hear that he wasn't the only one who had mistaken her for a vampire, he hadn't been so sure about it, actually, whether she was or not, because when he'd met her, she definitely didn't seem like a vampire and the comments about biting had really confused him at first. She was a witch, though, and he knew well enough that witches liked to play games. However, he was not there to play any of them. He supposed if he had to he would play along, he wasn't interested in having friends, not with supernaturals anyway. He was disgusted by Werewolves, Shapeshifters were nice enough he supposed and Vampires, oddly enough, amused him to great lengths.
He'd noticed her glanced to his walking cane and actually blushed a little, lifting it and then tapping it down against the trail they were following. "I suppose you're thinking this is a little odd, it's kind of a habit now. It was my fathers cane and I started to use it when I broke my leg a few years back, just to help support my leg, and now... I think I've grown rather fond of the weight of it in my hand."
Leading Farrah through the woods, only on the trail he knew, because he hadn't been around town long enough to memorize the entire forest yet. He wasn't sure if he wanted to be, he was only really here for the story now or he would of left already, again. He wasn't much of one for staying in one place for long, though, that was mostly likely because he got into trouble a lot.
Turning his attention back to the witch currently at his side, Christopher smiled at her and went silent for a moment, considering his words carefully. He wasn't afraid to ask or anything, but didn't want to rush into it so it seemed like he was only after the story because that wasn't the entire truth, he was curious about the woman, about witches. Finally his olive green eyes met hers and he paused in his steps to properly look at her. "I was told about this war going on, the other day," he told her as he got them walking again, looking around as he spoke.
"Now, I'm not one for wars, but this one has got me curious. Do you have any idea what's going on and why?" he asked her curiously.
Today is one of those days
The day where I would rather lie down then get up and do anything.
That is no good, I suppose we all have days like that. You need to force yourself to be active, it will be the best for you and laying around will only make it worse.
Today is one of those days
What kind of day would that be?
Walking // Christopher.
Farah stepped out towards the forest, a known meeting place for the supernaturals, and silently wondered why she’d agree to meet Christopher out here; after all she didn’t arrange formal walks with werewolves all too often. It wasn’t really her style, she far preferred it when she was the only one who knew that they were going to meet, makes the victim more scared if they’re confused, but she’d made an acceptation for Christopher, because honestly he intrigued her, there was something slightly off key about him, just like with her… though it was probably more likely that he was just eccentric rather than clinically insane as she was.
Either way, why’d she’d agreed to meet Christopher wasn’t really important, what was important was how she was going to behave around him, she wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to kill him, or even torture him, so what did that leave her with? Friendship? No way in hell, which was coincidently exactly where she planned on going once she died. Perhaps just a mutual agreement?
If Farah was being completely honest she would have admitted that she didn’t really know how she felt about Christopher at the moment, however Farah was anything but honest so that was OK.
As she was contemplating this she heard a rustling of leaves behind her and knew before she’d even turned around who it was. Cocking her head to the side she smirked slightly, “Good Evening Christopher.”
"Farrah, my dear," he smirked a little as he stepped out of the shadows, "I Do like a good walk in the woods," he said as he walked closer, eyeing her up curiously. He'd been tempted to bring his notebook, but he didn't needed it because he had one of the best memories of his time. Besides, he wasn't all too sure she would give out the information he needed and wanted right away.
He was dressed rather dapper-like and even though his clothes weren't expensive or likely of the new fashion right now-they were always changing that, weren't they?-he knew he looked good and respectable. "I must apologize earlier for my mistaking you as a vampire, there's a lot of them here it seems and when you started talking about biting, I just assumed," he said with a quite intensity before shrugging a shoulder and gripping at the cane he very well probably didn't need to use, but still did. "Assuming is such bad sport, so I apologize, you do give off quite the impression, though," he finished with a wry chuckle.
Glancing around for a moment, Christopher turned his olive green eyes back to the witch and he smiled a little wickedly and held out his arm to her with an arched brow, "Shall we, then?" he asked her as he stepped closer so she could take his arm, his senses fully alert. He wasn't stupid, he knew that she could be dangerous, that all the people here could be. He wasn't part of the fight, but he was about to be. On his own terms, preferably.
Back and replying. Anyone else want a scene?
OOC: I'll Bbs! Have to clean house.
-chuckles, though it’s slightly less clear if Farah is actually joking.- Oh I think you’ll find that my teeth are just perfect for biting with. And I do it far more often than just once a month, my dear.
Well, as long as your next meal is not on me then I suppose I can overlook that, I find Werewolves to be more disgusting than a Vampire-In fact I haven't had any bad meetings with them before, a lot of them have rather satisfactory manners.
So, are we still on for that walk, I am all ready to go.
Well done sir, the amount of people who’ve just told me all their plans on the off as soon as I ask them is quite astounding, I’m extremely glad to see I am not wasting my time on yet another idiot.
I’ll ignore the comment about ‘having away with me’ since I can guaranty you that I am not as easy to kill as I look.
Oh, I expect you'd be quite the challenge, my dear. And I'm not saying I wouldn't be completely uninterested in the idea of trying. More for the fact I do like a good hunt as much as the next man, my own uncontrollable urges are probably just as disturbing.
I’d love to, my dear. I promise not to bite.
Fantastic. The no biting is preferable, but as long as you ask first. -chuckles, obviously joking- I tend to only bite once a month, unless you make me mad and then I bite but it doesn't do much with these old teeth.
