I guess its not a problem although Vader's Umbreon is shiny, so the people who saw the Umbreon would have probably caught that. Maybe not Lorie though, if ahe didn't even know what an umbreon was lol
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@Kinjaav@Eviledd1984
Vanessa observed from her window as Beck left fuming, disappearing beyond Nessa's line of sight. Soon she felt her phone buzz - finally, really - and she looked up at the text she'd recieved.
"A werewolf? Really?" Nessa muttered to herself in disbelief. Was Beck messing with her?
Peering out the half curtained window, Nessa glanced at the man still standing outside, looking pretty darn suspicious. His clothes were a bit rattled and torn in places, a look that didn't fit with his otherwise well groomed appearance. Nessa frowned, perplexed.
A werewolf? What is this, Twilight? Nessa texted back, her irritation mingling with the need for escape. Still, she didn't take Beck for a woman who was a liar - maybe a bit nuts sure, but definitely not the liar type unlike Nessa herself. Sighing, Vanessa scrambled her ebony locks into a messy bun, turning all the lights off and locking up her apartment as she exited into the stairway. With her bag on her shoulder, the ravenette made her way down the stairs gingerly, supporting herself on the rail to keep from putting too much weight on her healing leg.
Now Nessa was on the ground floor. Her keen senses burned ever bright as if they were alerting her of the immediate danger that waited for her outside. Turning on her heels, the amber eyed vampire made her way out of the back door that led to the street on the opposite side of the apartment building. That should buy her some time.
Trying her best to hide the slight limp caused by the ever healing wound on her shin, Nessa made her way hastily along the street, trying to find a route for a perfect escape.
Aava stood there with a confused look on her face as the skeleton man took his leave. Was it something she'd said?
The näkki simply watched as her friend tried to hurry after the bony man, words slipping out of his mouth in desperation.
'She's not a monster it's just—' Evren had said. Aava stood there, expression blank, almost lost.
'Monster.' Hirviö.
Was she a monster?
What was that feeling inside of her? That little girl, gasping for air. Arms flailing, trying to grasp a last hold of life, of warmth. Wanting to scream for help, but too busy fighting for her life to do so. Too busy gasping for air as the cold water finally drained her of her last resolve, convincing her to stay and sleep forever.
Distant memories whirling in her head like whispers of the past, Aava found her hands were trembling.
Monster. She was a monster.
Had she always been this way?
Where had she been? What had happened to her?
Looking up from her hands to Evren, Aava found that his face was blurry like a distubed reflection on a lake. A lone tear spilled over, stabilizing her friend's face. The question ate away inside of Aava because the truth was she didn't know. She didn't know what had happened to her. She felt like she'd been missing time. A lot of it.
Taking Evren's hand quietly, Aava began tugging, leading him out of the shop. The books were still with them, but thanks to the fainted cashier it didn't really matter if they paid or not. Aava had more urgent matters to do. To show Evren where she'd been.
Walking down the street, the two passed the skeleton man. Aava glanced at him with weary eyes, hurt and mistrust shining in them as she continued tugging her friend's hand and rounding a block to a shaded alleyway. There it was - the planked up shop Aava had crawled out from. The one with the window she'd broken, and the shards of glass on the dusty, wooden floor.
Aava led Evren inside of the boutique, showing him the shards of the broken jar on the floor. The liquid inside of it had dried on the dusty floor, leaving a jagged splatter pattern in its wake. The shop smelled old, wood and a hint of musky water. Aava's lake's water.
"(There. I've been there,)" the näkki deadpanned, her voice quiet and sorrowful, finger pointing at the shattered jar on the floor.
The shop's shelves were full of other jars, too. One was missing from an upper shelf - presumably the one Aava had been trapped in and that was now smashed on the floor. The other jars had labels on them with weird scribbles. One of them had what Aava could only picture were pickled eyes. All of the jars had something strange or disturbing in them, almost like a display or a collection.
Aava simply looked at Evren, slowly letting go of his hand.
Vanessa observed from her window as Beck left fuming, disappearing beyond Nessa's line of sight. Soon she felt her phone buzz - finally, really - and she looked up at the text she'd recieved.
"A werewolf? Really?" Nessa muttered to herself in disbelief. Was Beck messing with her?
Peering out the half curtained window, Nessa glanced at the man still standing outside, looking pretty darn suspicious. His clothes were a bit rattled and torn in places, a look that didn't fit with his otherwise well groomed appearance. Nessa frowned, perplexed.
A werewolf? What is this, Twilight? Nessa texted back, her irritation mingling with the need for escape. Still, she didn't take Beck for a woman who was a liar - maybe a bit nuts sure, but definitely not the liar type unlike Nessa herself. Sighing, Vanessa scrambled her ebony locks into a messy bun, turning all the lights off and locking up her apartment as she exited into the stairway. With her bag on her shoulder, the ravenette made her way down the stairs gingerly, supporting herself on the rail to keep from putting too much weight on her healing leg.
Now Nessa was on the ground floor. Her keen senses burned ever bright as if they were alerting her of the immediate danger that waited for her outside. Turning on her heels, the amber eyed vampire made her way out of the back door that led to the street on the opposite side of the apartment building. That should buy her some time.
Trying her best to hide the slight limp caused by the ever healing wound on her shin, Nessa made her way hastily along the street, trying to find a route for a perfect escape.
Aava stood there with a confused look on her face as the skeleton man took his leave. Was it something she'd said?
The näkki simply watched as her friend tried to hurry after the bony man, words slipping out of his mouth in desperation.
'She's not a monster it's just—' Evren had said. Aava stood there, expression blank, almost lost.
'Monster.' Hirviö.
Was she a monster?
What was that feeling inside of her? That little girl, gasping for air. Arms flailing, trying to grasp a last hold of life, of warmth. Wanting to scream for help, but too busy fighting for her life to do so. Too busy gasping for air as the cold water finally drained her of her last resolve, convincing her to stay and sleep forever.
Distant memories whirling in her head like whispers of the past, Aava found her hands were trembling.
Monster. She was a monster.
Had she always been this way?
Where had she been? What had happened to her?
Looking up from her hands to Evren, Aava found that his face was blurry like a distubed reflection on a lake. A lone tear spilled over, stabilizing her friend's face. The question ate away inside of Aava because the truth was she didn't know. She didn't know what had happened to her. She felt like she'd been missing time. A lot of it.
Taking Evren's hand quietly, Aava began tugging, leading him out of the shop. The books were still with them, but thanks to the fainted cashier it didn't really matter if they paid or not. Aava had more urgent matters to do. To show Evren where she'd been.
Walking down the street, the two passed the skeleton man. Aava glanced at him with weary eyes, hurt and mistrust shining in them as she continued tugging her friend's hand and rounding a block to a shaded alleyway. There it was - the planked up shop Aava had crawled out from. The one with the window she'd broken, and the shards of glass on the dusty, wooden floor.
Aava led Evren inside of the boutique, showing him the shards of the broken jar on the floor. The liquid inside of it had dried on the dusty floor, leaving a jagged splatter pattern in its wake. The shop smelled old, wood and a hint of musky water. Aava's lake's water.
"(There. I've been there,)" the näkki deadpanned, her voice quiet and sorrowful, finger pointing at the shattered jar on the floor.
The shop's shelves were full of other jars, too. One was missing from an upper shelf - presumably the one Aava had been trapped in and that was now smashed on the floor. The other jars had labels on them with weird scribbles. One of them had what Aava could only picture were pickled eyes. All of the jars had something strange or disturbing in them, almost like a display or a collection.
Aava simply looked at Evren, slowly letting go of his hand.
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@Salenea
Listening to the woman's explanation and steeling herself under the returning sharp gaze, Lorie felt even dumber.
"O-oh," the purple haired girl replied as she saw the pokemon from the picture. She had seen that pokemon before, probably, but that wasn't what had made Lorie's mouth run dry. This woman had a pokedex. A real, actual pokedex. Lorie bit the inside of her cheek to keep from saying something stupid.
There it was again - that feeling of unfairness. Not all people had the same starting point, and for some reason Lorie had been one of those unlucky people. It made the young trainer bitter and a little more than just envious, making her view those with better lives than her with distain.
"Right, well," Lorie deadpanned, her demeanor clearly kind of awkward. Trying to hide the worst dirty patches on her jacket, Lorie straightened her posture and took Sneasel's clawed hand in her own calloused one. "If you need help locating it, or something, Sneasel's pretty good at, uh, finding things," Lorie fumbled with her words, nodding at the small pokemon by her side. Wow, being nice really wasn't her strong suit. Meanwhile Sneasel gave a nasal cry of its name, its sharp gaze confident.
Maybe she just wanted to find the Umbreon herself, but for now it seemed like a good idea to tag along with this woman to find it. If Umbreon was an evolution of Eevee, it was a rare pokemon. And if it was wild... Well, all the more interesting.
Listening to the woman's explanation and steeling herself under the returning sharp gaze, Lorie felt even dumber.
"O-oh," the purple haired girl replied as she saw the pokemon from the picture. She had seen that pokemon before, probably, but that wasn't what had made Lorie's mouth run dry. This woman had a pokedex. A real, actual pokedex. Lorie bit the inside of her cheek to keep from saying something stupid.
There it was again - that feeling of unfairness. Not all people had the same starting point, and for some reason Lorie had been one of those unlucky people. It made the young trainer bitter and a little more than just envious, making her view those with better lives than her with distain.
"Right, well," Lorie deadpanned, her demeanor clearly kind of awkward. Trying to hide the worst dirty patches on her jacket, Lorie straightened her posture and took Sneasel's clawed hand in her own calloused one. "If you need help locating it, or something, Sneasel's pretty good at, uh, finding things," Lorie fumbled with her words, nodding at the small pokemon by her side. Wow, being nice really wasn't her strong suit. Meanwhile Sneasel gave a nasal cry of its name, its sharp gaze confident.
Maybe she just wanted to find the Umbreon herself, but for now it seemed like a good idea to tag along with this woman to find it. If Umbreon was an evolution of Eevee, it was a rare pokemon. And if it was wild... Well, all the more interesting.
@Kinjaav@Eviledd1984
Aava seemed very happy of her book choice, especially after Evren approved it. The näkki was smiling like a child in a candyshop, following behind Evren and tangling her dragging hair in dust, bookshelves and corners. It was starting to look a bit ugly at the tails of her hair, the part that kept dragging on the ground was full of kinks, twigs and all sorts of trash bits.
Aava hummed as she looked at the books, ignoring Evren and the skeleton man's conversations as she didn't really comprehend them.
When the skeleton man walked to Aava and began speaking, Aava was startled at first, looking at him dead in the eyes, her big eyes boring into his eyesockets. Then confusion began to take over, and Aava slowly cocked her head to the side as she mulled over the words, trying to make them seem sense. It was still a bit patcy, but some things Aava could understand.
"Am not... a siren," Aava stated, her English sounding very thick, all the consonants sharp. "I sing. And play. I play with child. I eat child. And man. I sleep in my lake. My lake is best lake," Aava nodded proudly, her language skills still a bit patchy but understandable nonetheless.
"Aava... Aava likes to eat child who swim in my lake. Their flesh... fresh!"
Aava smiled at the skeleton man, a big, toothy grin that showed off her jagged teeth. Even though she looked considerably more human now, the teeth had remained the same.
"Just me, my lake. My... area... only my. Other näkki have other lake."
Vanessa was a bit worried, now. She hadn't gotten an answer from Beck - Beck, who was apparently somewhere outside of her apartment. Was the woman stalking her? Or had she just happened to be around, and now was trying to look out for her? Pfft. Nessa didn't need help from anyone. That's what her pride always told her.
Sighing and limping around her apartment, Nessa gathered things into a backpack - essentials, blood from the fridge, money and the horrible book she'd been reading. Everything in case Beck was right and she'd have to make a haste exit.
Walking to the window facing to the street, Vanessa tried to discreetly peer through it as if to see if she was in danger for real. There she saw two figures - one very familiar, belonging to Beck, and a man she did not recognise but was clearly in the middle of a conversation with Beck. Nessa's fight or flight began tingling, her nerves telling her there was indeed something wrong and that she needed an escape. Taking out her phone, she texted Beck again and stared out the window to see if the woman would respond.
'Who is that guy?'
Aava seemed very happy of her book choice, especially after Evren approved it. The näkki was smiling like a child in a candyshop, following behind Evren and tangling her dragging hair in dust, bookshelves and corners. It was starting to look a bit ugly at the tails of her hair, the part that kept dragging on the ground was full of kinks, twigs and all sorts of trash bits.
Aava hummed as she looked at the books, ignoring Evren and the skeleton man's conversations as she didn't really comprehend them.
When the skeleton man walked to Aava and began speaking, Aava was startled at first, looking at him dead in the eyes, her big eyes boring into his eyesockets. Then confusion began to take over, and Aava slowly cocked her head to the side as she mulled over the words, trying to make them seem sense. It was still a bit patcy, but some things Aava could understand.
"Am not... a siren," Aava stated, her English sounding very thick, all the consonants sharp. "I sing. And play. I play with child. I eat child. And man. I sleep in my lake. My lake is best lake," Aava nodded proudly, her language skills still a bit patchy but understandable nonetheless.
"Aava... Aava likes to eat child who swim in my lake. Their flesh... fresh!"
Aava smiled at the skeleton man, a big, toothy grin that showed off her jagged teeth. Even though she looked considerably more human now, the teeth had remained the same.
"Just me, my lake. My... area... only my. Other näkki have other lake."
Vanessa was a bit worried, now. She hadn't gotten an answer from Beck - Beck, who was apparently somewhere outside of her apartment. Was the woman stalking her? Or had she just happened to be around, and now was trying to look out for her? Pfft. Nessa didn't need help from anyone. That's what her pride always told her.
Sighing and limping around her apartment, Nessa gathered things into a backpack - essentials, blood from the fridge, money and the horrible book she'd been reading. Everything in case Beck was right and she'd have to make a haste exit.
Walking to the window facing to the street, Vanessa tried to discreetly peer through it as if to see if she was in danger for real. There she saw two figures - one very familiar, belonging to Beck, and a man she did not recognise but was clearly in the middle of a conversation with Beck. Nessa's fight or flight began tingling, her nerves telling her there was indeed something wrong and that she needed an escape. Taking out her phone, she texted Beck again and stared out the window to see if the woman would respond.
'Who is that guy?'
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@Salenea
Lorie scanned the crowd, chewing her lip impatiently. It wasn't like Sneasel to just... disappear like that, he knew Lorie feared of being abandoned above all things. That little devil, when he comes back I'll--
Lorie's thoughts were interrupted by someone walking to her with a polite apology. Looking at the woman with a pointed frown, Lorie just stared. Umbreon? That was... why would this woman think that?
"I... no? What is it with you people and this 'Umbreon'?!" Lorie almost snapped, her confusion coming off as anger even though she didn't mean it to. Feeling a little twinge of guilt for being so rude, Lorie awkwardly licked her lips and tried to muster up a less curt tone of voice as she continued: "...Is that some sort of pokémon?" She certainly felt like an idiot for having to even ask, but Lorie had never gone to an academy. Nor did she have one of those fancy... pokedex thingies or whatever.
"Ssneaseel!" came a nasal cry from behind Lorie and the strange woman talking to her. There you are, Lorie thought, relieved, as her Sneasel hurried through the crowd. Something was in his mouth... a wallet? Of course Sneasel had been picking some pockets again, Lorie thought.
Taking the wallet from Sneasel's mouth and giving it a little harsh pat on the head as if to both thank him and let him know she had been worried, Lorie turned her attention back to the woman with a steel sharp gaze, waiting for an answer. If this Umbreon was a pokémon, or a rare pokémon no less, Lorie was interested.
Lorie scanned the crowd, chewing her lip impatiently. It wasn't like Sneasel to just... disappear like that, he knew Lorie feared of being abandoned above all things. That little devil, when he comes back I'll--
Lorie's thoughts were interrupted by someone walking to her with a polite apology. Looking at the woman with a pointed frown, Lorie just stared. Umbreon? That was... why would this woman think that?
"I... no? What is it with you people and this 'Umbreon'?!" Lorie almost snapped, her confusion coming off as anger even though she didn't mean it to. Feeling a little twinge of guilt for being so rude, Lorie awkwardly licked her lips and tried to muster up a less curt tone of voice as she continued: "...Is that some sort of pokémon?" She certainly felt like an idiot for having to even ask, but Lorie had never gone to an academy. Nor did she have one of those fancy... pokedex thingies or whatever.
"Ssneaseel!" came a nasal cry from behind Lorie and the strange woman talking to her. There you are, Lorie thought, relieved, as her Sneasel hurried through the crowd. Something was in his mouth... a wallet? Of course Sneasel had been picking some pockets again, Lorie thought.
Taking the wallet from Sneasel's mouth and giving it a little harsh pat on the head as if to both thank him and let him know she had been worried, Lorie turned her attention back to the woman with a steel sharp gaze, waiting for an answer. If this Umbreon was a pokémon, or a rare pokémon no less, Lorie was interested.
Aava
@Kinjaav
Evren laughed at the skeleton man for something he'd said, and Aava joined despite not understanding all of it. Her laugh sounded almost high pitched, still gurgling but more human than before, quite like her appearance.
The book shop was old. Dust could be seen as a thin film on top of the books that were the highest on the shelves. Aava gaped at the many books, wondering what they were. She decided it was safest to stick to Evren's side if something unexpected attacked them, so Aava held Evren's hand and kept the skeleton man close too.
"(Book? For me?)" Aava asked in return, her eyes big and curious. A smile took over her face, revealing the sharp teeth that told her apart from a human. "I want to... Learn," Aava nodded slowly, her gaze turning to face the skeleton man to see if her words had made any sense. "(Read me something!)" Aava exclaimed happily, pulling a random book from a shelf and offering it to Evren.
@Kinjaav@Eviledd1984
Vanessa, looking at the response she recieved from Beck, wasn't quite sure how to answer. Was this a time she should respond? How would one even respond to that?
She didn't have the time to cook up an appropriate response when she recieved a new text.
A werewolf? Stalking her? Was Beck messing with Nessa? Frowning, the ravenette typed a haste answer.
How'd you know?
Still, even as she was not fully convinced, Vanessa got up and put her guard up. Just in case.
Aava walked behind Evren, hand clasped tightly onto his. The changing scenery was peculiar, Aava couldn't get enough of it. It was all weird and new and wonderful.
"(I get it. No hunting. Not even a taste)," Aava nodded even as she looked at the passers-by, her mouth watering ever so slightly.
"(I am fine, I am confused though. I don't know where the lake is)," Aava mused, looking at Evren and the skeleton man, although the latter couldn't understand.
Vanessa, looking at the response she recieved from Beck, wasn't quite sure how to answer. Was this a time she should respond? How would one even respond to that?
She didn't have the time to cook up an appropriate response when she recieved a new text.
A werewolf? Stalking her? Was Beck messing with Nessa? Frowning, the ravenette typed a haste answer.
How'd you know?
Still, even as she was not fully convinced, Vanessa got up and put her guard up. Just in case.
Aava walked behind Evren, hand clasped tightly onto his. The changing scenery was peculiar, Aava couldn't get enough of it. It was all weird and new and wonderful.
"(I get it. No hunting. Not even a taste)," Aava nodded even as she looked at the passers-by, her mouth watering ever so slightly.
"(I am fine, I am confused though. I don't know where the lake is)," Aava mused, looking at Evren and the skeleton man, although the latter couldn't understand.
@Eviledd1984 Vanessa is in her apartment though, that's what I wrote for the last 3 posts I did with her. It's okay, I mean she has pretty good means of escape because that's kinda her thing, but I'm just more confused by why and how Hayato would even look for her in the first place since he doesn't know it was her. What reason would he have to single her out of all people? I don't mean to come off agressive or anything I'm just trying to get behind the leaps of logic :'D
@Eviledd1984 How does Hayato know Nessa is a woman and never smiles? Pale skin I would understand if he assumed she was a vampire but there is nothing connecting Nessa to the crimes? How did he even find her apartment for that matter, if he didn't know who she was? Am confused...
@Kinjaav@Eviledd1984
Aava frowned and made faces at the skeleton, quite confused by his existence. Usually bones didn't move...
Evren tried to assure that Hannelore was a good friend, but Aava pouted in response.
"(She may be a friend, but I don't like her, I don't,)" Aava huffed in return. Not after she had shouted at Evren. Nobody shouted at Evren. Except maybe Aava herself, the näkki remembered faintly. No, not even her. Aava would protect, not raise her voice. Evren always did the same, too.
"(Town...) Town? Yes, want to. I want to. Ues," Aava nodded somewhat excitedly, pleased that she was starting to piece together more of the new language. Maybe the rock to her head had jogged her stiff memory a bit or something. Or she was simply picking it up fast like usual.
Meanwhile in an apartment in Redhaven a dark haired vampire read a book on her sofa. It was a bad book, really, Vanessa didn't even know why she was still reading it. Maybe out of boredom for not being able to roam the streets, or maybe just in hopes that the book would miraculously redeem itself in the last few chapters.
Beep beep!
The sound of her ringtone alerted Nessa from her rather unpleasant reading bubble. Adjusting her reading glasses on her nose, Nessa reached for her phone to see who it was. She never recieved text messages from anyone, so this was unusual.
It was from an unknown number, but after reading the words 'Hope you're healing up nicely,' Vanessa knew exactly who the sender had been. Beck
Staring at the screen for a good two minutes, Nessa stroked her thumb over the words and contemplated whether she should answer at all. She actually intended not to answer, already putting her phone back to the table. Only to then think the better of it and bring the screen back before her, typing a curt, impersonal response.
Yes.
Looking at the three short letters a beat too long before pressing sent, Vanessa noticed her brow had been ever so slightly furrowed as it often did when she was concentrating; only as it began to strain her head did she notice.
Five minutes passed in silence.
Vanessa hadn't gone back to reading the book. She sat there still, phone in hand and stare somewhere far away, thinking. Nessa realised she was feeling quite nervous, but why? That's something she didn't have an answer to.
After another minute of charged silence, Nessa sighed as if she was giving in, opening the lockscreen once more and returning to the dry text chain to sent a double message.
Hope you're doing nicely too.
Slightly less curt, slightly friendlier. Why it mattered to Nessa, she didn't know.
Aava frowned and made faces at the skeleton, quite confused by his existence. Usually bones didn't move...
Evren tried to assure that Hannelore was a good friend, but Aava pouted in response.
"(She may be a friend, but I don't like her, I don't,)" Aava huffed in return. Not after she had shouted at Evren. Nobody shouted at Evren. Except maybe Aava herself, the näkki remembered faintly. No, not even her. Aava would protect, not raise her voice. Evren always did the same, too.
"(Town...) Town? Yes, want to. I want to. Ues," Aava nodded somewhat excitedly, pleased that she was starting to piece together more of the new language. Maybe the rock to her head had jogged her stiff memory a bit or something. Or she was simply picking it up fast like usual.
Meanwhile in an apartment in Redhaven a dark haired vampire read a book on her sofa. It was a bad book, really, Vanessa didn't even know why she was still reading it. Maybe out of boredom for not being able to roam the streets, or maybe just in hopes that the book would miraculously redeem itself in the last few chapters.
Beep beep!
The sound of her ringtone alerted Nessa from her rather unpleasant reading bubble. Adjusting her reading glasses on her nose, Nessa reached for her phone to see who it was. She never recieved text messages from anyone, so this was unusual.
It was from an unknown number, but after reading the words 'Hope you're healing up nicely,' Vanessa knew exactly who the sender had been. Beck
Staring at the screen for a good two minutes, Nessa stroked her thumb over the words and contemplated whether she should answer at all. She actually intended not to answer, already putting her phone back to the table. Only to then think the better of it and bring the screen back before her, typing a curt, impersonal response.
Yes.
Looking at the three short letters a beat too long before pressing sent, Vanessa noticed her brow had been ever so slightly furrowed as it often did when she was concentrating; only as it began to strain her head did she notice.
Five minutes passed in silence.
Vanessa hadn't gone back to reading the book. She sat there still, phone in hand and stare somewhere far away, thinking. Nessa realised she was feeling quite nervous, but why? That's something she didn't have an answer to.
After another minute of charged silence, Nessa sighed as if she was giving in, opening the lockscreen once more and returning to the dry text chain to sent a double message.
Hope you're doing nicely too.
Slightly less curt, slightly friendlier. Why it mattered to Nessa, she didn't know.
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