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Post by Raven on Aug 5, 2014 6:35:56 GMT
Raven walked silently along the outside walls of the cemetary heading for the gate. Sure she could have just jumped the fence but the gates had yet to be closed and sometimes acting like a human even if you werent was a good thing, not that anybody near her would know the difference. Upon reaching the gates she paused and took a look around. Nobody was going to be able to sneak up her but she wanted to be alone, if she hadnt then she wouldnt have come here. Not that most people knew how to mind their own business.
Noting the few humans wondering the graves she steered clear of them and headed to the right and walked a ways before turning down one of the walkways heading towards the back. She had discovered a few graves that belonged to a small branch of descendents that had died out quite a few years ago. It had been rather surprising to find a small square of them in this city apparently she hadnt kept that close of an eye of the going ons.
Finally the vampire came to a stop in front of a mausoleum with the last name of Resnik. She felt kind of sad that she had missed seeing what these people had been like. With a little sigh she sat down on the step and looking up at the sky.
She was actually supposed to be at nightclub in the french quarter but until it began to fill up there was no real reason for her to show.
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Post by Jackson Anders on Aug 6, 2014 4:58:34 GMT
Jack stood stock still his hairs rising slowly. He knew what that feeling was and yet was torn on what to do. He hadn’t dabbled with the preternatural community at large and had no reason to. Most left Bears to their own devices as outside the major Sleuths they were generally loners. He liked that idea the lone nomad wandering the wastes of the preternatural community tending to his needs as they arose. So instead of heeding the call of being elsewhere he stayed where he was and kept on considering the grave before him. It was a child’s grave which brought its own feelings to mind. But the manner in which it had been done grabbed his eye both literal and metaphorical.
Someone had painstakingly engraved a stone crib around the mausoleum. The crypt itself was a small thing as big as a desk with cherubs facing each of the cardinal directions looking skyward. The love and attention put into the grave was heartbreaking for anyone with an eye towards beauty. It was beautiful and sad, it made him want to cry. He didn’t but the tears were there in his eyes. The feelings looking on that grave stirred made the cold hand of fear creeping up his back pale to a pinsized shaft of light that was in his peripheral. Like the child that slept with the closet light on he knew if he was still under his blanket it would go away.
Until the monster sat on the corner of the bad causing it to rise and fall.
Turning his head slowly he looked right at the woman vampire who was the center of the storm of fear washing over him. Of all the cemeteries in the world she had to walk into this one. Sighing he kept his breathing even as he could. He concentrated on every detail so as to not give the fear creeping over him like a bad cologne any room to grow.
“Yes I am scared, luv. Would you mind turning your bit down a notch or even off. Yes off works really well if you would be so kind.”
He gave himself many attaboys for nothaving his voice quiver like Shaggy or Scooby-doo when they said ‘g-g-g-g-ghost!’
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Post by Raven on Aug 6, 2014 9:26:15 GMT
Raven hadn't been aware of the bear standing several hundred yards away from her but he became increasingly hard to ignore when he turned his attention on her and asked if she would tone down or even cut off that which made her. Its not that she couldn't but they were in a cemetery and she got off on fear, the very same that was at the point beginning to roll off of him in waves. She seriously thought about turning it higher but it was rather pointless. So she did as he asked and toned it down in inches just so she could keep feeding on that fear.
When the vampire finally stopped pulling her power back she could tell the bear still felt it but there wasn't much she could do about it. When you had that much power it was at times hard to completely shut it down especially when you really didn't want to in the first place. Raven got to her feet and squared off her eyes on nothing but the male bear in front her. Even in the dark she could see his features and they pointed to sexy rather hot and after she was done accessing him she wondered closer. He seemed Interesting. "Don't you like being afraid little bear? I know I liked how it felt coming off of you."
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Post by Jackson Anders on Aug 7, 2014 0:31:42 GMT
Well that was nice he thought as the aura of fear receded to a dull roar. It was still perfuming the air but at least it was as heady as perfume shop filled with old biddy’s trying every scent. He could breath. If he could breathe that meant he could run. If he ran would she follow? Probably not monsters liked victims to run only if they were clumsy. Plus he had a few inches of height which meant he could cover more ground. Nodding both to her question and his own thoughts he smiled his thanks.
"No. No I can't say that I do. You wouldn't like me angry and I am even worse scared." Pointing over her shoulder at the whispering trees he said "Whats that!!" Flinching away from what was there he took to a long legged run his arms swinging even more exaggeratedly due his relatively wide sleeves. His hat falling from his head he caught it in his grip twisting as it fell causing him to trip over the unseen stone. Landing in a heap he looked about his head locked still his eyes panning from one angle to another. This wasn’t the events he’d had planned for his first night off from the bakery. He supposed he deserved it as well why wouldn’t there be a vampire in the cemetery in New Orleans. It was after all the home of the preternatural. He might as well meet the witch that lived next door at least she was just antisocial she wouldn’t eat him or drink him like a capri-sun.
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Post by Raven on Aug 7, 2014 7:14:20 GMT
Raven smiled in amusement at the words falling off of his lips. She honestly doubted that him being angry or scared would cause her any real worry. Sure he was a lycanthrope and he could be damned fast but it was hard to hide from something that could literally feel the heart beating within another, and as an added bonus she could always let herself turn into mist. If it came to that anyways.
When he pointed over her shoulder and yelled 'what's that!' Raven had to stifle the urge to roll her eyes. Apparently he was a bigger scaredy cat then she thought he was. There wasn't anything behind her other then the walk path and more graves or as far as she could tell anyways. A smile bloomed on her face when the bear took off running and ended up tripping over something laying on the ground. He didn't immediately get back up but instead stayed where he was so she walked towards him again this time getting closer then either of the previous times. She had never tasted bear since she had never been in a town with bears before but it would be good no doubt.
However taking her fill of his blood wasn't her intention and she wouldn't unless he asked it of her which she doubted. Raven expanded on her power just enough to keep him from trying to flee her again. It always became harder to run the more terrified one became. Him being afraid wasn't what she wanted either though. She stopped only a few feet from him and looked down into his face to better gauge his emotions and thoughts. Her hand reached out to help him up if he wished it. "Hello there. What would your name be? If you don't mind sharing it with me that is."
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Post by Jackson Anders on Aug 10, 2014 3:50:23 GMT
Jack looked at the offered hand and the woman behind it. Taking it before she decided he was better a snack pack than a conversation al partner he rose. Yes cold strong and definitely all that he knew through idle gossip of vampires. “Yes my name why would I not mind sharing my name. Of course you can share my name with me. Thought I am not sure how much you will like it. It is rather a masculine name for…” Waving his arms in her general direction to take in the whole of her. She was short beautiful and dead very dead though not as dead as those in the crypts and mausoleums around them. “For well someone like you.”
He was definitely out on a limb but as she had helped him up he was doing all that he could to choke back the sweaty metallic taste of the fear that threatened to possess him more fully. Bowing he was careful to keep his eyes from brushing across her. He wanted to see them through some self-destructive impulse he had no idea still remained in him.
“I am Jackson Anderson, perhaps you’ve heard of me. I am the new Baker at La Maison De L'ours,” The last her threw out as he knew how seriously the locals all took their fresh baked anything. He hoped that extended to the vampires as well. He had never been anyones snack and didn't want to start the trend this late in his life.
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Post by Raven on Aug 15, 2014 2:31:21 GMT
Raven wrapped her fingers around the bears hand when he put it in her out stretched hand helped pull him up. When he seemed to have his feet under him she pulled her hand away and felt the immediate loss of warmth. When he started babbling about how he didn't mind if he shared his name with her she became a little puzzled. Maybe he hadn't understood her question but it didn't seem to matter because he still gave her what she was after. Someone like her....she supposed he was gesturing at the fact that she was a vampire. Had this conversation happened when she was still human it would have pissed her off because she would have thought he was mentioning the fact that she wasn't legitimate but there was no way he could have known that. Of course these days it didn't normally matter if a child was born out of wedlock.
Pulling her thoughts out of her own past she focused on back on Jackson. For a lycanthrope he was quite handsome. When he mentioned the bakery and the fact that he was the new baker she smiled a slow smile. It really was to bad she couldn't taste the bread but maybe him, at a later point of course. Raven could see how hard Jack was trying to ignore the fear she was causing in him. "If you promise not to run from me again I'll do what I can to make you more comfortable. And to answer you I have heard of you. It is a shame I cant taste your bread. I have heard such compliments."
She breathed in his scent all the while hoping he would meet her eyes. Not that she wanted to capture him completely but more wanted to see his eyes. "I'm Raven if you didn't know, nice to meet you."
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Post by Jackson Anders on Aug 17, 2014 3:41:10 GMT
Jack looked at Raven’s hand in his no to mention that fact she had lifted him. He knew he wasn’t as wide in the bearing as most Sleuth but he was no small man. He was always amazed at the feats of strength vampires could get up to. He had never been on the receiving end of such feats but he had watched as a Vampire had thrown out an entire bar of werewolf bikers back home. He had properly made himself scarce at that point so he wasn’t sure how it turned out in the end.
Jack did what he could to make eye contact or as close a proximity as he would risk. He knew tha vampires could crawl into someone’s head through their eyes and had enough trouble keeping his own thoughts in line without the added trouble of having someone else traipsing around mucking up the works. "Well that I can’t do but I try I don’t make promises I can’t keep. But I promise on my word as a baker to try not to run from you unless you try to take a bite out of me.” Jack smiled to soften the seeming that he was setting terms. It was what he did he’d learned that most people dead or not tended to respect the deal so long as they could get the better end of the deal. “Good, you have heard of me.” Jack said catching the fact that she had in fact heard of him. “Well its just bread after all its not like its rum.”
Raising an eyebrow as she scented him. Shrugging his shoulders he returned the favor inhaling her scent deeply. She was a vampire so there was no need in playing human for her. She knew his nature so he allowed it to show some. "Raven it’s a pleasure. I hope."
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Post by Raven on Aug 22, 2014 5:44:35 GMT
The corner of Ravens mouth quirked into a half smile at the bears response. She fully understood what he was telling her for she could see that he was trying to set terms between the two of them. "Oh my dear bear, it wont be long from now that you will be more then willing to be my snack. However I'm using snack in a loose term for I think we will be far more aquatinted with one another long before then." More then satisfied that she had gotten her point more then just across she pulled her undead gift back into herself. This time shutting it down until it was barely a whisper on the warm wind.
She made a noise in the back of her throat at the mention of rum. Oh yeah she thought to herself this bear knew what was good. She watched him bring his eyes up to meet hers stopping just short of looking her full in the face. It really was to bad because from the glimpse of them it would be hard to resist taking a bite out of him.
The vampire stood as still as stone only her hair blowing lightly in the breeze her head tilted slightly. "You hope? Why on earth does it sound as if you are hoping to be anywhere but here in this moment with moi?"
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Post by Jackson Anders on Aug 23, 2014 23:00:08 GMT
As she went stone still Jack hoped that didn’t mean she was reevaluating how well of a meal he would make. To distract her form that line of thought he prattled on addressing her question while trying to massage himself into her good graces. "Well, I hope lots of things. I can’t really say as I hope to be anywhere in specific. But one of the most present hopes is that you don’t scare me to death. Or even mostly dead. That wouldn’t do after all then folks would ask why are the beignets gone? We wouldn’t want that now would we?" Shaking his head no to add impetus as to the answer he was hoping for he continued speaking. Dark in color her eyes had to be a drk color he wouldn’t check for sure but that was the impression he’d gotten.
“I tend to be a lover not an appetizer though not much of that really either. And while I may beg I do think I would do it with some flair. What can I say? Perhaps a song and a stroll?” The idea of a stroll was just the ticket he thought as he began to walk towards a larger gathering of people he hoped.
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