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He was slightly surprised when Kami had pushed the remainder of the food towards him. Vergil had assumed that she would have eaten a bit more, but the reasoning for her lack of appetite mattered little to him at the moment. Food was food, and this was his “payment” so to speak. Still, there was no need to go about being rude about it, wanting to make sure she was certain in her decision.

"….If you are quite certain you do not require more sustenance…"

Though he supposed he could repay her with something else at least. Not with food, but helpful advice, really.

"If you so wish for me to accompany you out of this place, I will do so. Though if not, I could lead you to a less treacherous path to take to the nearest city," he finally offered after a minute or two.

mamagrizzlybear

She laughed at his offer, standing with a stretch. “I don’t require a chaperon, tho I guess it’s polite to thank you for the offer. But I’m not exactly a fragile little defenseless flower myself. I can handle taking a late night stroll. After all, I got here just fine, didn’t I? Besides, my car’s waiting a few blocks over.”

Half turning back, she crossed her arms, grinning. “So, when I need to find you again, what should I do? Do you come with your own magic lamp to rub? Maybe a magic flute or something?”

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weigherofhearts

mamagrizzlybear started following you

“You’re quite the interesting soul, aren’t you?”

mamagrizzlybear

“I could say the same for you, sir.” There was something about the strange man, something that reminded her of Death. A god?

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charismatickinslayer

//…just saw a recommendation for an RP blog for a let’s play personality. Guys, don’t RP real people. I… I can’t believe that actually needs to be said. Sure, you may love the guy’s videos, and he may make you laugh and be super cool, but it is really fucking creepy to write as if you are another actual person. Especially when that involves writing ships with other real people.

Have some goddamned respect, Jesus. Don’t RP real people. Don’t RP actors, singers, web personalities, writers…whatever. If the person actually exists, is a living, breathing, human being, please for the love of god, do not make an RP blog for that person.

#Don't do this.#OoC

thedevilinblue

Perhaps not starved, but it was just the simple fact he hadn’t eaten a decent, normal meal like this in such a long time that he was torn between savoring it and rushing through it all. Not the most grand of meals, but one he was thankful for nonetheless, even if it was just a pay advance, as Kami had put it. To which made him idly remember the times of when he and his brother used to eat this sort of meal when he was younger…

As quickly as he had started, the meal in itself was gone, though he still was far from completely satiated. Still, he waited patiently, simply wiping his mouth casually with one of the napkins as he waited for the other to take her own share before he began again.

mamagrizzlybear

Hiding a grin behind her soda at the collision of his speed and manners--impressive, really--she grabbed another slice before pushing the boxes his way. “Eat up, Highlander. Or take it home for a snack later. No way am I carrying those things with me. I’d have every dog in the city trailing behind me before I made it back to where I’m staying.”

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thedevilinblue

"Nothing in this world is flawless. Nothing," he mused quietly, noting her own shift in demeanor.

A possible bad experience of sort? Wouldn’t surprise him, really. There usually was something that would happen to everyone at least once. But the fact that she trusted him…perhaps not in everything, but the fact that he would not lie. It was refreshing to hear for once, but at the same time something that he refused to ever make him drop his guard. It’ll be a long time, if ever, before such a thing like that would happen.

Would he even remember how to?

He heard the car long before the delivery boy was ever seen, waiting as patiently as he could. Poor thing was skittish. But he supposed that it gave him some common sense: two drifters of sorts, asking for a meal in the middle of nowhere near a church? Even the cambion had to admit that such a thing was indeed sketchy. Though he didn’t really bother to help the youth feel comfortable, giving him the usual intense stare before he soon drove off, leaving the two by their lonesome selves.

While somewhat surprised, he was not ungrateful for the amount of food. Rather, he was quite the opposite: absolutely giddy, almost. But of course, he wouldn’t dare to show his own emotions around anyone, simply giving a small nod in response. Ah, but of course, manners were important after all. So before he grabbed anything, he gave a bow of his head to her, ignoring his own hunger.

"I thank you for the meal and such a debt will be repaid."

With that said, he actually managed to portion his own meal rather than dump it all together as one who was starving normally would have. And despite the hasty speed, he still maintained an air of politeness and manners that came with him eating. After all, he had no desire to be seen as savage.

mamagrizzlybear

“Don’t mention it,” she laughed, waving off his offer to repay. “It’s just a little pay advance, not charity.” She had the feeling he wasn’t the type to feel easy about accepting other’s generosity.

Pulling off a slice of her own, she watched him, careful to avoid full out staring. A strange man, he seemed so uptight. So oddly... noble. Strange indeed, as going by his soul alone, she would not have hesitated to label him a monster. But if a monster he was, he had better table manners than her idiotic ex-husband, at the least.

She let him eat in peace, not interrupting him with more questions. Despite his controlled manners, he ate like he was half-starved, and she had no reason to doubt that he was.

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thedevilinblue

So…her ability to see souls had gone to such an extensive length, had it?? He may not have had such a skill himself, though he could see the souls of the departed that would walk around among other things he did not wish to see. But despite this, he was rather good at reading the habits of one who was a liar, especially if it was one who thought themselves a good one.

One of the many skills he had developed in order to survive.

Once she had explained, he seemed…stuck in thought for a minute, as if trying to find the right words to use so as to respond properly.

"Then you are smart: you know of what it means to stay alive. But seeing as you are looking now, then know this much, Kami. I detest lies of any sort. Abhor them to the point that speaking one on my own tongue would leave me with a disgusted taste. I do not lie, I do not like to lie, and I personally detest liars as well."

mamagrizzlybear

She looked away, her gaze averted not in fear of him, but in remembrance of the past.

“I don’t like liars either.” Or cheaters. “You don’t have to worry. I’ve got my share of flaws, but being untruthful isn’t as a rule one of them. And I... believe you. Your soul’s light is bright and clear. I trust you.” Perhaps not in everything, but at least in that he would not lie without cause.

With the shift in conversation, she was only too glad to see the glow of headlights approaching, the arrival of dinner saving them a change of subject. The poor pizza guy--a young acne-scarred man who seemed barely out of highschool--was visibly uneasy, clearly half convinced he was about to get mugged. He wasted no time in handing over the order and pulling away, a nervous glance behind seeing him off.

The order itself brought a somewhat sheepish grin to the Meister’s face, consisting of no less than three pizzas of various topping, cheesesticks, hot wings, two sodas, and a chocolate brownie pie. “I uh, wasn’t sure what kind of appetite you had,” she said in explanation.

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thedevilinblue

He noticed that she stared at him but…how she did so was almost odd, really. It was like she wasn’t really looking at him, but into him if such a thing could even make sense. To him, it still didn’t, but it just simply felt like he was being made to feel as if his own perfectly constructed masks and well placed guards were of no use around her. Though he simply nodded in response to her statement of it being five more minutes. Five minutes….how long was that again? He had to check within his memories. Was it long? Was it short??

Five minutes……five…..minutes……

"Five minutes it is then."

Finally, the question could be silent no more, he turning to look at Kami with quite the serious look in his eye.

"Every so often, you keep staring at me but not in a normal way. It’s as if you see something else….tell me, what exactly are you seeing?"

mamagrizzlybear

Yikes. So he’d caught her looking then. Not really surprising, he struck her as the perceptive sort. Kami had the feeling there wasn’t a whole lot that got past this guy.

Seeing no reason to lie, and sensing that being untruthful with him would at the very least destroy the possibility of future partnership, she answered truthfully, “Your soul. Apologies if it’s... intrusive. It’s an old habit, and one I’ve learned to do by reflex. People lie. They hide things. They hide themselves, behind masks and armor. But no one can hide their soul. At least, no one that’s not a Witch, at least. I learned a long time ago that it’s safer to be sure, than to believe words alone.”

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thedevilinblue

"No," he responded, a little quickly.

He noted his own tone, shaking his head before he continued once more, his tone just a tad more gentle this time.

"I would not consider such a thing as I personally abhor touch. I do not like to be touched at all, though this circumstance was different. A rarity if you will, thus I would hope that with this warning you do not expect it regularly," he stated calmly.

He looked around his surroundings, more or less scanning and trying to sense any other demons that might have been around, grateful that he found none. Perhaps lesser creatures really could not enter around holy ground…honestly, there was so much truth and myth mixed into one, cumbersome slurry it was hard to decipher which was actually useful.

"…Considering I have cut the walking time, how long have I added to the waiting time?" he asked, gradually changing the subject.

mamagrizzlybear

“I see,” she replied to his confession of sorts. Reflexively, she took another look at that strange, immense soul. There was pain there, a lot of it. Old pain, and well buried. The kind that never really goes away. It wasn’t her place to pry. “Well you don’t have to worry. I’m not really the sort for spontaneous hugs or anything like that. And I’m a big girl, I stopped expecting regular piggy back rides a long time ago.”

Letting the subject drop with the assurance that she wouldn’t be looking for frequent repeats, she pulled her phone out once more, checking the tracker. “Looks like maybe five more minutes. Lucky us. Not much business on a Tuesday night, I guess. You may as well have a seat. There’s nothing alive here worth staying uptight for.” Old habits of a lifelong soldier. She’d checked as well.

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herfirerekindled

"Oh shit. I didn’t mean to trip you I swear, I’m sorry."

"Oh, don’t worry too much about it," she says casually, pulling herself back up with a smile still. "I’m used to getting tripped. My little twins used to do it all the time when they left their toys out.. or swords. Either one."

herfirerekindled

“Oh, you’re lucky then. My boys didn’t understand the meaning of calm.”

mamagrizzlybear

She’d be lying if she denied that more than once she had been glad her child had been a well-behaved girl, rather than a rowdy boy. Kami was still uncomfortable around children at the best of times. That much noise and chaos would have driven her insane, she was fairly certain.

“How’d you survive it? You deserve a medal of honor for making it out with no grey hair!”

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clinicaldissection-archive

"You pop that gum one more time..."

Just stares.

Blows a huge bubble looking as if it’s about to pop, but doesn’t quite pop it yet. Oh the anticipation!

mamagrizzlybear

Flicks bubble. Enjoy your bubblegum face. That’s gonna be a bitch to get off your glasses.

#clinicaldissection #Children. Actual children.

Shit. Gritting her teeth, the Meister clamped her hand over her forearm, trying to keep the blood from making too much of a mess, or a scene. Worse, people were starting to stare, the sight of a bleeding woman walking down the street enough to peek interest. Nosy busybodies, she wished they would mind their own business.

Finally slipping off to settle on a road side bench, she pulled her clamped hand away, investigating. It wasn’t a large wound--just a cut really, hardly worth fussing over, five stitches, maybe, if she decided to bother--but it was bleeding profusely and stung like a bitch. Always carry a kit for first aid, you never known when you’ll need it. Why did she always ignore the good advice? Taking a chance that maybe somebody else was a little better at heeding useful tidbits like that, she glanced up, a self-deprecating grin on her face as she asked the only person within conversational range, “Wouldn’t happen to have a bandaid on you, would you? I think I’m going for the klutz Olympics today.”