Transparent; Emotionless

My name is Shelke the Transparent, a Tsviet. Or, I used to be... I suppose living my life is important now. I just don't know how to do that. "This feeling. Is this what you meant by doing something for someone you care about?" (Independent blog for Shelke the Transparent from Dirge of Cerberus. Timeline is post-DoC, but I can do things pre-DoC too.)

[synapticnetdive-blog]

Intelligent. Talented. Unique.

[bigmisterc-deactivated20140322]

Describe me in three words. I can only publish, not respond.

[sanguinesaint]

What be the taste of honey?

"Vincent", she murmured, and I did know that voice, had came to recognize that tone. The tone brooked no arguments: it asked for none. Yet, as the name of which should have been be familiar to me was uttered and as well the cautions, my fragmented thought cannot seem to focus on anything else but how soft her skin felt against mine or the promised taste of her lips.

Close, we are now with how our dance has led us be.

Hammering heart enforced its will against leather enshrouded rib cage — badabum, badabum — and in that spanning moment, petite form may have been forced closer. Until two hearts beat as one, someone had described to me once the true melody to any slow dance. By the ascension of her other hand, carmine irises were guided. Her intention spoke clearly in the manner tiny digits began to firmly work at disentangling its other half from my grasp, an attempt of which would have proven futile considering who I am… no, who I have became. Immortality was not the only gift granted at his hand.

Slowly, almost hypnotically, chin dipped forward. The discrepancy between our height demanded that she be reined nearer still. Chest pressing against breasts, soft pad of thumb trace idly the vein on her inner wrist where the other lateral, too, now was being held within gauntlet hand. It began with a brush of lips, a kiss peppered upon digits’ tenuous tips still being caught within gauntlet grip before a tease of yielding flesh turned into a taunt of teeth as I took a careful nip.

I kissed her open palm.

With her petite arms slowly beckoned over my shoulders and still in my grasp, a bowing of upper torso found suave complexion edged forward where her clean scent was being drank upon. I nudged softly the pulse on her neck with my nose. My own carmine irises fell to closure… no, was beckoned shut with the intensity that left lithe form trembling and an air drawn in through gritted teeth.

"…—"

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The lack of a response worried her, and while he’d never been the most chattery in the past, at least… It was as if now, her words weren’t reaching him. And Shelke was unsure of how to proceed, her attempted strike having failed and now caught within his grasp like this—

The breath was sucked out of her for a moment as she was pulled against him, and the pulse she felt only serving to quicken her own- but for what seemed like an entirely different reason. She wasn’t used to not knowing what to do, how to act- her plan had failed and in a moment of recklessness, she’d had no plan B. She’d barely calculated anything beyond the need to knock him out, foolishly forgetting those key facts about him. For all her assertion of how strong she’d become, she was still no match for a Turk, albeit former, and this man in particular she had come to trust so much.

Still, she tried prying at his hand, even as she was pressed against him, and grunted in frustration as her free hand was captured similarly, and try as she might to wriggle her wrists free, it was just her luck that he was using the armored hand to hold her.

“A-Ah—V-Vincent, what are you doing-“ she found herself stammering, feeling her face redden and her pulse jump repeatedly as he nibbled and kissed her hand. It was a feeling that, perhaps in the past she would have followed. It wasn’t unfamiliar and it rolled in the pit of her stomach, memories of wishes long relinquished trying to build up again.

She couldn’t let it, though.

He was the closest thing she had to a true, best friend.

And soon it was just as much of a struggle to stay on her feet as her arms were pulled up, pulled closer to him, the tips of her toes just barely scraping the ground now as she tried to ground herself. Damnit for being so short.

“Vincent, you can fight this…” she urged, a soft whimper leaving her as he turned to her neck next. She could only guess how he was interpreting the frenzy that was her pulse at this point… Admittedly, what he was doing felt pleasant, but with that came the discomfort that he couldn’t be wholly aware of what he was doing. “Ngh… Wake up!” she pleaded, pressing her forehead against his shoulder, feeling shameful for how much part of her enjoyed this, and for being unable to carry out her plans.

[sanguinesaint]

That aphrodisiac was potent, she had to admit. And it bothered her, wondering what his thought process was while enduring this. "I will assist you," she replied, bowing her head politely. The next instant, she dashed forward, slamming her small fist into his jaw in an uppercut, hoping to knock him out long enough for the drug to run its course through his system. It was the least she could do to help him out.

Assist? What could she mean by that? The inclination toward query, while exists, the thought was swiftly lost at the second her petite form bounded forward. By instinct, my own dropped back where the cut of small fist was to be met with a block by gauntlet claw. Twisting out of reach, gloved hand shot up, seeking a firm purchase on her slender wrist.

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"Vincent," she murmured, struggling to tug her arm free from his grasp. "Normally, as my closest friend, I would not try to strike you. However if you are under the effects of a drug such as this, I believe it to be better for us all if you were unconscious while it runs its course," she stated her argument firmly, genuine concern in her eyes as she looked up at the gunner. Her free hand moved up, tugging on his fingers to free herself.

[trixiecoulson]

Send me a ❅ to see what my muse would get yours for Christmas.

[davincescode]

"First draft. I like Cat(s) in the second one better."

[davincescode]

"I think I need to train more when it comes to colour pencils, Tera." -w- "The third cat look horrid drawn so I just use the second and pastes it over. Glory be to Photoshop."

[sanguinesaint]

Perhaps I do know; perhaps it was also how too well I do know of hers that had made my prior remark all the more…inconsiderate. With well defined cranium being inclined forward, twin pools of carmine iridescent became momentarily stolen beneath its contrasting shade of black. I hunched myself lower for the girl. After all, as the youth had earlier suggested, her actual age and her physical age does not precisely corelated and perhaps this was the least I could do to atone.

Her sister was tall. If genetic and statistics were to be believed, she would have been as well.

"You were preocupied with your work; I was with mine. There’s scarely need for apology, Miss Rui." I waved carelessly one metallic hand before a solitary uplifting of crimson draped shoulder found it returned by my side and the topic, dismissed.

"Gaia made no demands. I am…content."

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Aside from that minor correction, the mistake didn't even bother her. Then, she doubted she could really be upset at Vincent. Teal eyes glanced up at him slightly, somewhat confused and perhaps touched that he was  making such effort to accommodate her... vertically challenged form. 

"Why the formality, Vincent? Surely we've known each other long enough to forgo the requirements of "Miss"," she pointed out with a casual tilt of her head, coppery strands falling into her eyes. At least, she felt herself to be somewhat close to him-- given everything.

"It's good to hear you are content..."

[inspiredinventions]

"Merely wished to see how you fare. How are you doing Shelke?"

His smile is wary, small, but still genuine. Reeve had felt the need to come and check up on the girl every so once in a while, certainly not enough to be intruding. He thought Shalua would’ve appreciated that.

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"Well enough," was her reply. Though she wasn't too fond of interactions with the majority around her, she felt she owed at least this interaction to him, after doing all that he had to assist her. 

"I've taken to...'playing' with computers. It relaxes me."

An understatement. At this point, she didn't know what she'd do without the electronics she'd practically grown up around- and within, given what her usual duty had been. 

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animatronicsmaster started following you

"Did you require something, Reeve Tuesti?" the Transparent murmured dully. It wasn't often that she saw the leader of the WRO. Even rarer still that he came to her.

What a peculiar thing.

[sanguinesaint]

"As I spied a child."

"But a child you really are not, are you, Miss Rui?" I inclined my head. "My apology."

"It has been some time, isn’t it?"

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"Bodily, yes. I'll be twenty-one this winter, however."

Not that she'd ever look it. Though, she couldn't think of any benefits that came with that age.

"My apologies... mm, I've been working on my computers. And, to be honest, it did grow somewhat tiring being around others all day."

He'd know what that was like, surely.

"Have you been well?"

[hup123hup123slapslap]

(x) endless list of favorite characters; dirge of cerberus - shelke (caps)

[karelatheredhawk]

[davincescode]

"The idea was to capture record of Shelke Rui in possession of one Vincent Valentine’s cloak as she took her refuge from being within the same room as Rufus Shinra and enduring the prospect of possible romance between her sister and the said Rufus Shinra. The idea was to include as well one Vincent Valentine within the scene and to play more with angles and possibly, lens effect. The idea wasn’t executed tonight. Hm. Simply call this, prototype one, I guess.”

"Anyone has a recommendation on where I might find reference for pose? I have the image in my mind. My fingers and hand just refused to convey." :/

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And so the programmer emerged from her room at last, having been tinkering and playing with her toys for so long. 

"I see a Valentine."

It'd been a while. She'd... missed him.

[soldierandscientist]

A smile crossed her features, nodding in understanding. “Plenty of time for travel. I think I’ve done enough of that—" So much time had been spent following bands of nomadic peoples and AVALANCHE, so it seemed reasonable that the doctor felt the need to be rooted to one place. “However, I have checked in with the group it’s going very well, and I would be one to assume that they’ve gone as far as renegotiating the laws on Materia."

A laugh bubbled past her lips when Shelke reminded her of her health. There were days when the woman leaned on a cane, and hobbled through the halls of the WRO. There was a reason that her heart still drummed on, and while it could be boiled down to mechanics, Shalua attested her willpower to her younger sister, a reason to live. “I’m fine, Shelke. I’ve got people that work for me. I don’t do all the work on my own."

Her case was special and she dared not treat her illnesses as a handicap, even though they were classified as such, the independent warrior streak kept her going. “I’m glad too, and I’m glad your are home. 

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"The laws on Materia...?" she asked, her interest piqued. She hadn't done as much research on that as she should have, but as she only kept her barrier with her, there wasn't a need, she felt, to acquire anything else. There wasn't much she couldn't handle anyway, she felt. "And you should tell me about your travels sometime."

She knew her sister was strong, stronger than anyone else could claim to be, but still she didn't want her sister to push herself too far. Shalua still limped, still only had natural arm, and she didn't want the elder to jeopardize herself just to prove she still had the same stamina she always did. "Good. I do not want you  to be burdened too much. That... would be a problem for everyone."

The younger Rui stepped forward, awkwardly, even though she knew it was natural. Or it should have been. She wanted to make her sister happy somehow.

And so she hugged her gently.

[bloodiedrequiem]

Rufus had a bad habit of assuming the worst, and when she spoke, he actually had to remind himself she did not mean to harm him. At least, not just yet. Sighing, he motioned for her to have a seat if she’d like. He felt strange having her just stand there.

"A good observation, too," he commented, “and I understand your concern. Your sister is your family, and I am an outsider. Probably, to you, the worst possible outsider. Your concern is almost…necessary."

He smiled though, sincerely.

"But I promise you won’t have to worry about me harming your sister. It is the furthest thing from my mind."

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Civility was one thing, but she remained standing out of habit. Sitting was a luxury and a vulnerability she'd allow only around those she trusted enough. And even with her promise, she wasn't going to so easily make herself relax. 

"She is my only family," Shelke corrected with a slight emphasis. And if something happened to Shalua, she wasn't entirely sure how she'd react. Not with the way her mental state was in recent months. 

What threw her off the most was the smile.

"I suppose I can only feebly attempt to express my gratitude that you  will not hurt her. It is... a comforting thought, to say the least."