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"That guy gives off an air that’s about the same as Hisoka’s. Except this one is way weaker…" Should probably throw a car at him later."
"Dare you murmur around me, is it that I can be of assistance or you just find yourself wanting to be annoying?"
"It certainly is cold out here, perhaps it's time for these scientists to start to worry about the citizens? This project will help them in nothing if we all die."
by mirepin
Truly disgusting, he wasn't going to be expected to wear such looking sweater, he was a ... how ridiculous, but the female stood there in front in expectation of a reaction. Good thing Vincent was used to wear a mask and make up lies with a smile.
"How kind of you, here I thought people would forget about me too, but you've proven me wrong, I look forward to wear it during christmas night."
❄} gimme a man after midnight
Absorbed in absolute bliss every detail of the room arranged for this event is admired in silence, dress twirling with every turn she gives and dares to be submerged in a fantasy. Everything was just like a dream!
But something does not sit quite well here.
She feels as if been awarded with a few stares, was this really good sign? Deciding to assist in this way may have not been such a good choice.
Factions are hidden underneath plastic glasses that are accompanied with a fake mustache and nose. This adornment was chosen in sake of matching with her feminine traits that of course didn’t fulfill its purpose. She wasn’t exactly inept toward fashion but it was an important event and for feeling under pressure she thought of bringing something to make her appearance more stellar — obviously failing in the process.
“Ah, is this not okay?”
"I couldn’t find anything better to match the outfit."
Needless to point out a noble like Vincent had always been instructed how to behave and dress properly in such socialite events. Today was no different from any party he had to attend in the name of his family to show off the Nightray breed, despite only being adopted, no one could deny he was charming, good looking, and had manners. Everything resembled to Jack Vessalius himself, somehow in the long run even their earrings turned out looking the same but in different colour.
And so he was on the prowl, the fine women from all around reunited in this place. Most of them were educated enough to dress themselves accordingly. Glancing over a couple of them as they giggled and whispered about him, a smile would be offered though... no approaching would be given from the noble one. It was until his eyes fell upon the figure of a female standing by herself. The long raven hair being enough invitation to have a better look.
Until--- he realised of the mask.
"Ah, pardon me. It seems I am not suit for this event I forgot to bring with me my own mask...Or perhaps... it is that a lady such as yourself isn't in need to be hiding her beauty like that." Tone in his voice being soft and gentle making sure to not cross his boundaries as he glanced down at the petite one standing in front.
I owe like 300 replies but I will surf around to see if I spot an open for this ball thing, you know All the single ladies, put your hands up. I'm coming after you.
Vincent your threads cause me pain!!
Squirm in pain, Elliot Nightray. You and your pride deserve it.
bloody queen | ca event | narcolepsychan
Vincent’s words are cryptic, but it’s not the first time Elliot has not understood what was going on in his brother’s mind. Implanted memories, false illusions, these explanations, however, fall into place. He nods solemnly, the mistrust leaving eyes. Elliot isn’t sure if knowing the cause of Vincent’s irrational behavior reassures him or concerns him more, but it’s evident he’s bought the lie. It falls within reason Vincent was merely being affected by a virus out of control, like half of the city’s current population.
The older male is looking assuredly calmer now, like the Vincent he’s used to, and that much is a relief. But Elliot can’t manage to smile back, not while they’re still among the dead with Vincent’s eyes looking as devoid of emotion as the corpses themselves. He pulls back slightly at the touch, the brotherly gesture not unappreciated, but he doesn’t want to be treated like a child. He’s put on a strong front to conceal his reaction to the horrors, though he wonders if Vincent could see through him so easily.
"We can’t stay here. The sooner we get out of this sector, the better. Farther away to where the illusions and voices won’t affect you." Elliot glances around as he speaks to find his bearings, having paid no attention as he had rushed to the scene. Now he guides them towards the quickest route out of the area, away from the corpses.
However, before they could walk any farther, a figure suddenly staggers into sight from the outskirts of the foggy street. It was a woman pale as a ghost, red hair a fallen mess around her shoulders and face streaked with tears. Gripped tight in her shaking hands is a pocket knife, raised with intention but trembling harmlessly as the stranger stared past Elliot and straight at the other man.
"…Why?! Why did you do it? I saw it…I saw that monster of yours! Why?! He’s never hurt anyone! You murderer!"
Elliot freezes in his tracks, glancing from the woman to his brother with shock and confusion painted across across his face. Her cries of grief, a lover’s grief, take on an almost hysterical tone as she spills out the harsh accusation.
"You murderer! You monster!”
As expected from Elliot to pull away of any form of embrace he would be given. Vincent let out a chuckle and continued walking, though feeling uneasy knowing his mind wasn't as stable, he wasn't in control of his own actions or thoughts, not even his memories over this glitch and he despised it. To keep the mask in front of the other Nightray turned tiring. But it was something that he needed to do in order to ensure his safety.
Vincent still cares for Elliot, he deserves as much.
The steps of the siblings echoed in the middle of the night as they walked, light rain falling from the dark skies as people ran from place to place, not minding any of them, until someone screamed. Ah but the queen always behaved so this time wasn't his fault and then..
A finger being pointed into his direction.
"You murderer! You monster!”
What an idiotic thing to do.
Clear surprise in his eyes as he looked back at the other Nightray, pretending to not understand what they meant.
"Perhaps it's best for us to scoot further away, Elliot. These people are going insane, it is unsafe for us..."
That being said, Vincent took the Heir from the shoulder and guided him away, slow steps being taken by the both of us as he overheard mumbling and nonsense coming out of Elliot's mouth, as expected again, he and his sense of pride and denial taking over.
And abruptly, the older male stopped in his tracks as he turned around. Headache making it nearly impossible to see but infinite anger towards those who accused him in front of Elliot just moments ago.
Behind the two of them the image of a rather tall monster appeared. And Vincent smirked once more.
………..Y-Yes?
[Here she is… glistening gloriously in nervous sweat with the grace of a fat ass beached whale.]
Ah, there she is her glorious being.
"Vincent Nightray, miss. Do you remember me?" That one who tried to kill you but now will take you out why not.
Lost || Oswald Baskerville
Oswald didn’t interrupt. After all, he’d always been one to listen than to speak, and to always observe before acting.
But even as Vincent spoke, his voice steadily escalating until he was shouting; even as Vincent blamed him, hated him, and despised him for what had all happened, Oswald couldn’t apologize—not out of any sense of pride, but because he could not apologize for something that was out of his control. He wasn’t here to baby anyone, much less Vincent, but…
Still, that didn’t mean he couldn’t be sympathetic. To be hated from the moment of birth, to truly wish that he’d been born differently so that at least someone most beloved wouldn’t have to suffer… that, Oswald knew. (Because no one had hated Oswald more than Oswald himself, and no one had loved Lacie more than the brother who had to cast her away.)
Of course, that wasn’t to say that he knew what Vincent felt precisely; he didn’t. They grew up under different circumstances, and became acquainted with different aspects of suffering. But in the end, Oswald had suffered. So had Lacie. So had Lily. And Charlotte. And Fang, and Doug, and everyone else that came to don the red robes of the Baskervilles.
As their leader, he would know.
But, that aspect wasn’t what held Oswald’s tongue. What silenced him was, instead, Vincent’s final words—you weren’t there. And indeed, Oswald hadn’t been. His body had been sealed away and his conscious stored away in the depths of Leo’s soul, amassing with his predecessors to try and reach out to the boy that was fated to succeed them but continuously refused to.
"You’re correct, Vincent. I wasn’t there, and I don’t know of your suffering in the time I was gone. Do you hate me for it?" Oswald met his gaze, neither reproaching nor reprimanding. "For being absent and for believing that you still have worth beyond your red eye—is that why you despise me now?"
Hate was such a strong lovely word to use. Did Vincent hate him? Did he despise the head of the Baskervilles because he failed him back over a hundred years when he was nothing but an oblivious child? The question alone was heavy, heavy enough to bring pain to his chess. This place, this place wasn't their world, he had no power over Vincent none of them did. No point erasing himself any more, not even Alyss had any sort of power over any chain at all. They were all just fallen pawns in the chess game of those who found it fascinating to use them for entertainment and thus, rid them from damnation.
The Nightray couldn't help but break in a chuckle that turned into a ridicule laugh that didn't seem to be stopping any time soon.
"Hate. Glen Baskerville cares if his servant hates him. How glorious is tonight? I was blessed to see you once more wasn't I? The detached head of our glorious dukedom asking such pointless questions I am in awe."
But of course he does hate him. For those reasons and even more than that, for the sole fact that he was born he hates him. Because he was dragged to become a Baskerville, he was given a life purpose a house, a family. Vincent had a family, with Gilbert all together with Master Glen, he could see Gilbert smile and be happy, master Glen cared...
Master Glen... Master Glen... never cared... He never cared, he never ever cared... Master Glen, why...
Feeling like a child the insides of his head falling apart he wanted to rip off his own face, he needed to stab something, destroy a plush, destroy anything that was near him, but there was nothing but Oswald Baskerville.
It was absurd almost as if he could see his own child self standing next to Glen in front of him.
Young, naive, careless, hurt, broken, cursed, despised, tossed aside, spat one, young Vincent. Wasn't master Glen, who gave him a home? Wasn't he? He wanted to make fun of Vincent's pain, he... he could've tossed him into the abyss right away, to save Gilbert, wasn't that the plan anyway, yeah it totally was... So why, caring for the servant hating the master? When the servant was no more. No more, he owed nothing he owed everything Master Glen breaks Vincent, and makes him want to die again.
"I have no purpose of existing why did you let it happen why? You let Alice do all these things why did you let her do this, why did you die and left me behind, master? You and master Jack you both didn't love me, but that's fine now because now. I'm all grown up..."
And another smile was granted as he shut his eyes in hopes to make the image of Glen disappear.
"I am Vincent Nightray, this is who I am now, I am forgotten, and rotten to the core of my being, I have no soul left, no time to hate, master."I hate you so much, I hate you so much.
"Master, kill me."
Ever since Retrace 76, I wonder how many moments has Gil thought about the fact that he left Vincent behind.
He could tell himself that it was Vincent’s decision not to come with him and that he respected and knew his brother well enough that Vincent would take care of himself.
He could reason that he was on the run from the Baskervilles and that Vincent wouldn’t be a threat to them and so would be safe for now.
He could argue that with the world collapsing into the Abyss, everything from here on out has to be prioritized.
He could justify that now that he was heading back to the ruins of Sablier, he might have one more chance to find Vincent before something terrible happens to him. That he was going to rescue Vincent as well as Ada.
But you cannot deny this one fact—-
He told Vincent he was grateful to have him by his side throughout his childhood, that Vincent was an integral part of who he was and he would never deny how important Vincent was to him. And then he left him behind.
So any remorse, compassion, loyalty, and love he has for Vincent did not overcome his own need to find out who he truly was. Justifying his own life and his own sense of independence did not extend to embracing the one other person who had suffered as much as he did. I’m sure Gilbert understood this amount of suffering, but pulling himself out of his own personal torments was more important than pulling up Vincent alongside him, though he had been so “glad” that Vincent had been there all along.
Gilbert appreciated Vincent — he can even love him, and I think he does — but in this Retrace, he also used his brother as a soundboard and a prop to vindicate his own emotional declaration of finally becoming a “free man.” He passed on his love to his brother but did not act on said love. Vincent was a mere stepping stone on Gilbert’s personal life journey. Because ultimately, the love he has for Vincent was not enough.
So as great as his personal epiphany is, I cannot get over the idea that Gilbert’s an asshole because of it too.
All these ladies who should be taken to the formal event, and he is stuck with a smelly teenager.
"Perhaps I should drop a call to miss Fukawa?"
Cue calling the female.
Baskervilles || Lily
Unlike Vincent, Lily set out to explore her new surroundings as soon as possible. Her original goal was, of course, to locate other Baskerville members and figure out how to get back — but there were so many things to get distracted by. So many new faces, interesting people, fascinating discoveries to be made… It wasn’t a secret that she wasn’t the highest ranking Baskerville, so if anything it probably would be okay if she took some more time to explore, right?
Any semblance of trepidation disappears the moment she stepped into the parks, head filled with fluttering laughter and childish jubilation. Carelessly the devil’s child would dance around on her feet, losing awareness of her surroundings and slipping into her own little world when —
— Snip —
— It comes crashing down with the soft swish of scissors. It was just a hair but Lily was spooked enough to jump away, completely not expecting anyone to have been around her. And of all people, too!
"Wha… Vincent?…" Embarrassment flushed her cheeks because she’d been caught ignoring her duties, but still she’d deny it with utmost immaturity. "I wasn’t being careless!" Ah, this is awkward… though behind her displeasure she was a bit relieved to see someone recognizable - someone she considered to be ‘family’ especially.
"Whaaa… What are you doing here!? How did you find me?"
Trying to change the subject by asking a very obvious and stupid question: Lily Baskerville, ladies and gentlemen.
All of these people suddenly appearing, destroying the little paradise Vincent got for himself in this disgusting place. How annoying. Even when some of them were allies, it didn't serve him right to see them again, aside, they were useless without their chains at full control. Was Lily the case?
A chuckle from the Nightray as he glanced down to the other blonde. "You were, very careless, Lily do you wish to get injured? I believe you are aware our powers have decreased significantly in this place."
Taking a step closer as the other seemed a bit startled by the sudden approach, how hurtful. He expected she'd be happier to see a friend. Or maybe it was his own fault for never telling her they were friends, after all family was as good, right sweet Lily?
"Again, Lily, I found you because you are careless, but that isn't an issue because it's me. When did you arrive and how much can you do with Bandersnatch?"
Priorities, he had them. He'd toss a bit of affection towards the girl to ensure her attention. A pat on her head knowing he wasn't Fang, maybe he had to play a little with her to keep her concentrated. To give her an use.
"See, Lily... we have known each other for such a long time, I never quite worded myself out coherently but, I think you should know, I am your friend." The magic word.
"She’s been given only beautiful things… a carefree human who’s been raised so, so tenderly. I find her annoying. I find her so annoying.” - Vincent Nightray
Disapproving was the only expression that flooded her pale features, a swift sigh escaping coral lips as she tilted her head backward to rest upon his own shoulder. Advances as these had always been anticipated, though any possible way to dissuade him would go easily ignored. With a moment of silence between them both, it was then that she responded to his curious uttering.
"Hoh? You’ve had a lot of those, you know. What makes tonight any different, I wonder," she mused softly, digits lifting to play with a few strands of his blonde tufts. "Big sister has been quite busy. If you wanted her company for so long, you should’ve looked around. I’m not here to keep an eye on you constantly. You’re a big boy, aren’t you?”
The scent of her hair brought pleasant memories into Vincent's mind, very much needed in a moment like this. The gentle touch of her cold fingers as she ran them through his hair. She had a way of doing things like no other, he had always given her as much credit for it.
"You wound me so, is pain something I should be used to by now? Perhaps your words are true, what is different tonight. I don't know big sister, I am acting like a child again aren't I?"
His gloved fingers being wrapped around her fragile arms as he pulled her furthermore close against his body. Certain excitement invading him, how long has it been since she was generous with Vincent? He hated having to sleep with women they were all so disgusting. But not Lotti, she had class. She knew it.
"Sometimes I forget that you're one to enjoy being chased. And I also tend to forget how enjoyable it is to be on the prowl for you. But Lotti, master Glen was resurrected what are you going to do now? Will you serve him blindly as per usual..." Letting out a faint giggle after uttering such. "Like that mattered to me, I have you in my hands now which is what I was searching for. So be good tonight, eh?"
