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Post by viviana on Oct 14, 2011 2:16:38 GMT 2
"You have a point..."
She stated blankly, having nothing else to add. What she lacked in fighting skill, she felt she made up for with intelligence. The fact was, though she had not been making excuses for herself in the least, he was correct to a degree. She would need to learn how to defend herself more in his presence. What good would running around, slinging her venom into anyone coming at her do...She was not sure how effective that would be. After all, he was immune to he venom, there was a good possibility that others would be as well.
It seemed that this was the end of their exchange. With that, she returned to the couch and started work on her painting plans again.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 14, 2011 2:31:52 GMT 2
"I will teach you."
Daken said before he turned around again and walked over toward the kitchen where a calender was hanging up on the side of one of the cabinets. One of the claws popped out only a centimeter from his left knuckle as he swiped his right index finger against it to force it to bleed. The wound healed immediately, but the drop of blood remained, so he reached up to press it against the calender, two days from now. It was easier than trying to find a pen, and had a sort of hidden symbolism in it if somebody decided that there had actually been a purpose to using his blood.
He then turned on the stove top, causing the flame to rise. His voice would come out just barely loud enough to be heard, much more calm and less hinting at any sort of serious manner than before. The question that came forth would be totally unexpected and unlike anything else that he had been talking about that day.
"Would you like some tea?" |
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Post by viviana on Oct 14, 2011 2:48:12 GMT 2
"I would be very grateful for that."
She stated calmly when he told her he would teach her. It did not sound as if he had been an offer in the slightest. Instead, it seemed he was implying that he was going to do it, and she had no say. Even so, she would have been glad for it. She had had the same style of caring for herself for her entire life. Learning a new way of doing it would, not only change the pace, but it would be fun.
She was sure it would come with quiet a bit of physical suffering, as he did not coming a cross as the forgiving type. She was sure she could handle it. Other wise, she would have told him she did not want to learn.
She was adding the last finishing touches to her work when she heard him call to her in the kitchen. With a soft smile, she replied.
"Please? That would be wonderful."
She answered happily.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 14, 2011 3:03:31 GMT 2
Daken heard say she wanted some tea, so he filled a kettle up with water and set it on the fire atop the stove. He then walked away from it, heading toward her before going around the corner. He would kick a tiny side table so that it slid across the room before stopping beside it in the middle of the hallway for no apparent reason. Stepping up on it, he reached up to place his hands on the roof, pushing the tile up and sliding it backward, exposing the inside of the roof itself. He would lift himself up and flip into the opening, then vanish inside the roof. Footsteps could be heard as he walked on the inside of the roof for a few meters, then a tiny squeak was heard as if some hatch had been opened. Everything went silent after that.
About two minutes later, the squeak was heard again before the same footsteps, then he dropped out of the tile in his roof to land on the table. Reaching up with one hand, he slid it back into place to make the area unnoticeable before he kicked the table away again. Daken turned around and headed back toward the kitchen, holding several leaves in one of his hands. His free hand grabbed a tiny paper-bag like object from a counter, then he held it open to crumble the leaves up into the bag as little more than flakes and powder. Tying the bag closed, he pulled kettle off the fire the very second that it began to whistle, proving that he had done this so many times that he knew exactly how many seconds it took for the water to boil and adjusting the schedule of whatever he had just done to match that duration.
He poured the water into a small jug and placed the bag in the water. He would stand in silence, patiently awaiting for a few minutes as the water absorbed all of the tea. He then poured it into two fine china tea cups that he had removed from the very top shelf of one of the cabinets before heading back over toward her, the cups resting on small saucer plates. He lowered one of his arms to offer the plate and cup to her, his face still blank.
"Here you are." |
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Post by viviana on Oct 14, 2011 3:34:47 GMT 2
She was busy working, until she heard him move the table. She glanced up curiously and watched him push the tile and climb up into the ceiling. After a few steps, she heard a hatch and the steps stopped.
It seemed he had access, while indirect, to the roof above. At least, that was her guess. She made sure to take note of that, as it had been the only thing about his apartment she did not like, no outdoor access.
He returned a bit later and headed back to the kitchen. It seemed the show was over, and he was just going about business. She went back to her drawing, making sure every last detail was perfect. She had intended to show it to him before putting it on the wall, so it had to be ready.
He brought her the tea in the fanciest way she had ever personally experienced. She was mildly surprised that he had actually brought it to her. She smiled brightly up at him and took it.
"Thank you."
She said softly.
Setting the note book face down on the couch at her side, she sat the cup and little plate down on the table in front of her to let it cool. She felt it was ready to present, but there was one last thing she needed before she could properly do so.
She rose from her seat and went to the back pack her things were in. From it, she grabbed a three photos, then headed back to the couch. She set them on top of the downward facing book and waited.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 14, 2011 3:41:54 GMT 2
Daken just nodded slightly as she thanked him, then he took a seat beside her. Holding the dish in his left hand, his right grabbed the handle of the tea cup with tea fingers and delicately raised it to his lips to sip at the liquid, savoring it. Unintentionally, he was showing her one of the few things that still made him feel he had a shred of humanity left within him. He glanced down at her as he set the cup down on the saucer in hand, realizing that she was waiting for something.
"Hm?"
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Post by viviana on Oct 14, 2011 3:53:53 GMT 2
It seemed she had caught his attention. She grabbed the pictures and held them out to him for him to look over. In the painting, two nude women kissed in a field of red poppies. If he were to really look closely, he would have noticed the trade mark she left in all of her work...The venom little creature perched on the stem of one of the flowers. In this particular painting, it was a black widow. But, he was known for using many an animal as her mark. A painting was a confession, and the venomous creatures were her way of expressing her secret.
"That's the original. Keep the colors in mind, because that's the guide I plan to follow for the wall."
After she said that, she picked up the notebook and held it up for him to look over. It was, basically, a black and white sketch of a painting she had already painted earlier in time. She had sketched it out, adapting it to fit the size of the wall instead of her original canvas.
As she showed her work off, she could not help but to feel extremely proud of it. Painting had been her life long obsession, and it was the one thing that existed that she was completely confident in. Because of this, no comment he could have made would have torn her down.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 14, 2011 7:02:43 GMT 2
Daken looked over the picture carefully, inspecting it closely as he glanced at every little detail that the picture offered. The women, the flowers, the venomous arachnid, it all had some sort of meaning, and he was pretty sure he understood it all. She did not mind flirting with other ladies, was a fan of nature, and was venomous. It probably was not right, but hey, it made enough sense.
"It's a beautiful piece of art."
Daken said with a genuine sense of caring, although he was simply putting it on to keep the situation as peaceful as could be. He considered telling her that it was okay and that he was not one for art, but deciding to take another route, he really did appreciate her talent in the field, so decided the compliment was enough for now. After he spoke to her, he continued sipping on the tea, watching her. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 14, 2011 7:37:41 GMT 2
"Thank you."
She was pretty surprised that he had joined her on the couch, and not simply returned to the chair he had first came in and sat on. In all honesty, it felt awkward being that close to him outside of his bedroom. She gathered up everything and quickly slipped them back into her back pack, then rejoined him on the couch. Something had been nagging at her mind since she made the costume earlier, and it had only became harder to ignore once she realized and saw what it was she had unknowingly been involved in.
She lifted the little fancy cup to her plump petals and sipped from it soundlessly. Even in drinking, her dainty hand had reached up instinctively to cover her mouth. Once finished, she did not set it down. Instead, she held it and stared into it for a while. a few minutes of silence would pass without any movement what so ever from her.
She was weary about asking, because it had seemed like a touchy subject with him from the very beginning. That much she had picked up on in the elevator when he had questioned her about the guy.Her gut told her it was a bad idea, and to avoid the question. However, it seemed he intended to keep her around for a while for whatever reason. At some point, surely he knew that the question would arise.
Her voice was quiet, calm, and very curious. She attempted to word her question gently, hoping it would help her case in asking something that seemed so bold. She continued staring into her tea glass as she spoke.
"If you don't mind my asking, what is your connection to him?"
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 14, 2011 7:52:02 GMT 2
Daken stayed silent the entire time that she did, not feeling awkward in the slightest, and actually preferring the lack of words being exchanged between them. His nostrils twitched slightly as he sniffed the air, realizing that she was tense about something, but he did not bother to ask her. Either she would do something about it or it would go away, so he would be unaffected no matter what it might have been. Soon enough, she spit it out, asking what his connected was. At first his brow arched, about to ask what she was talking about, but then it hit him and a replay of what had happened only an hour or two ago now played in his head again. He glanced away for a moment, not in shame or embarrassment, but simply in thought of whether he should tell her or not. Turning back to her as he realized there was no reason not to, he said in a tone lacking of any emotion or feeling, as if to be dead.
"He is my father."
Daken revealed to her, then lifted the tea up to sip from it without another word, as if he had told her nothing more strange than the directions to the nearest marking. In fact, it was much more strange than that, to a degree that few could ever understand. He had murdered dozens of people in cold blood, caused a living space to explode, which likely could hundreds more, and, if the little girl that had attacked him was telling the truth, even attempted to murder his own sister. To make it worse, he did it all in guise to frame his father as a horrible monster instead of the human saving hero that he really was. It was quite possibly the most emotionally disturbing act that had ever been done, but for Daken, it was just a good day that went according to plan. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 14, 2011 8:06:26 GMT 2
"I see."
So, it was family hostility of some sort. Based solely on his name, she guessed he had been abandoned or something along that line. Whatever the story, she was sure to find out eventually. At this very moment, though, she decided to save the rest of her questions for some point later in time. If she played her cards just right, she would be around long enough to learn it all without making him too uncomfortable.
As toneless as his admission had been, she had learnt by now not to trust that in order to know how he really felt. She admired that trait, even if it made judging a situation extremely hard. She took another sip of the tea, which had cooled down just enough by now for her to enjoy. She was quiet for a minute or two, then spoke.
"I killed them. My family, and Emma..."
She confessed softly, oddly without any hint of regret. It was her biggest secret. He was the first, and only person she had ever told. It had only seemed fair, after all, he had shared something with her. This was a hint, if he would take it. the more he was willing to tell her, the more she would likely share with him.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 14, 2011 8:33:52 GMT 2
"Why did you do it?"
Daken asked almost immediately after she mentioned it, purely because he wanted to know. Most of all, he wanted to know if it was intentional, if she had murdered her own family and lover for her own enjoyment, or if it was the sob story of too many mutants who are sad about killing people when their powers first manifested. To most, it would not many any difference what her story was, but to Daken, it did. Willingness to kill ones own loved ones was vastly different then feeling bad about accidentally killing people, whether family or not, and her answer would further determine what kind of person Daken viewed her as. |
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Post by viviana on Oct 14, 2011 8:58:58 GMT 2
"I had a thing for choking my younger brother growing up. We would go out to my favorite spot in the woods, and he would sit on his knees in front of me and let me do it."
She laughed softly, reliving the memory in her mind.
" He complained a lot at first, but he caved pretty quick. I was sure not leave marks so our parents wouldn't know. And I told him I'd kill him of he told. He was really good at keeping that mouth shut...When my powers fully manifested, it was while I had my hands wrapped around his little neck. I thought it was the illness coming back, so I tried to milk it till I passed out. My body went into its usual horrific pain, all the colors around me seemed to dance... Then, they came out and I injected it into him. I watched till he died, and headed back home.
As for mom and dad... I figured, hey, why not? I mean, I was old enough to take care of myself, ya know? So, what point did I have in keeping them around anymore?
Now, with Emma, it was just an accident. She drank my blood, and she died."
There it was, her jumbled explanation. It was all truth, and it was said with an eerie sense of calmness and humor that would have surely chilled anyone else to the bone. She knew though, that he was not the type to be bothered.
Shrugging the subject off as if it were nothing, she moved on.
"So, am I the only person to know who the hell that really was, or did those other two know you as well?"
She asked, tilting her head back against the back of the couch while also turning herself to face him.
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Post by roflcopterpaul on Oct 14, 2011 9:21:48 GMT 2
Daken listened closely as she poured her soul out to him and told him everything in detail, letting him exactly what had happened. Although his face did not move in the slightest, he was smirking wide on the inside, glad to hear that she had done such dark things. She was not quite as weak as he had originally accused her of, although he did know she needed to learn how to proactively use her abilities rather than hoping everything went as planned. After she finished explaining and seemed to almost laugh at the memories, she asked if she was the only one that knew, to which Daken simply shrugged.
"They are both like me." Daken said, tapping his nose. "They knew better, but most of the humans are not smart enough to figure out that I was not the real thing." |
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Post by viviana on Oct 14, 2011 9:37:22 GMT 2
"Well then, I'm honored."
She honestly admitted, a faint smile gracing her perfect features.
He tapped his nose, possibly indicating a stronger sense of smell, or something along that line. It would make sense as to how he had intended to find her earlier. Pesky or not, they were speaking, and she wanted to get as much out of it as she could until he stopped her.
"So, we both know that you could easily kill me should I share anything. Needless to say, I don't plan on talking. With that in mind, would you care to explain why I was so randomly terrified in the cafe earlier?"
She asked bluntly, as if the fact that he could kill her did not seem to bother her in the least. As it turned out, that was not too far off. The fact was, he was interesting and most people she encountered were not. If death were to come of her curiosity, than it felt worth it enough to ask.
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