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eachdraidh2014-12-01 12:59 pm
depicted) wrote in eachdraidh2014-12-01 12:59 pm
Entry tags:
- ariadne: inception,
- berserker: fate/prototype: fragments,
- buffy summers: btvs,
- dave stutler: the sorcerer's apprentice,
- dorian gray: codg,
- emil castagnier: tales of symphonia,
- erik lehnsherr: x-men,
- jon snow: asoiaf,
- kara beckworth: mercy thompson series,
- lucifer: shin megami tensei,
- merida: brave,
- shijima kurookano: nabari no ou,
- vanessa ives: penny dreadful
video ∞ both courts, dated to Dec 2nd
[A youth appears across the screen. He isn't quite comfortable with the device, holding it low and a little away from himself as one might a snuffbox or cigarette case when admiring the work in its design. Also, the image might be just a little shaky, but it's rude to comment on that. The boy musters a smile, an expression that seems to flicker in its uncertainty.] How do you do? I'm Dorian Gray—is that—is that how these are used? I'm so sorry, I can't tell if it is better to use one's manners for introductions or for telegrams.
[There's a fluttering laugh as Dorian tries to inexpertly use humour to diffuse the point. Of course, for lack of a person before him, the strategy doesn't actually make him feel any less awkward, so he tries to move to his reason for talking.]
I was wondering if there were any players here of chess? I mean to say, I'd like to play chess—not that I'm much good, of course, but I'm very much fond of the game—if there are players already and a third would interfere with things, I'd be very happy to just watch. If it isn't trouble. It is only with all of this talk of competing factions, I can't help but think of a game of chess, and it has made me crave the sport.
[Dorian's face falls as he turns the locket away, not in misery but in an awkward embarrassment, and there is the faintest start of a mutter at himself as he accidentally shuts it before he is finished his message.
Smooth move, Dorian Gray.]
[ooc: + permissions for fourth walling for any characters who would know the name]
[There's a fluttering laugh as Dorian tries to inexpertly use humour to diffuse the point. Of course, for lack of a person before him, the strategy doesn't actually make him feel any less awkward, so he tries to move to his reason for talking.]
I was wondering if there were any players here of chess? I mean to say, I'd like to play chess—not that I'm much good, of course, but I'm very much fond of the game—if there are players already and a third would interfere with things, I'd be very happy to just watch. If it isn't trouble. It is only with all of this talk of competing factions, I can't help but think of a game of chess, and it has made me crave the sport.
[Dorian's face falls as he turns the locket away, not in misery but in an awkward embarrassment, and there is the faintest start of a mutter at himself as he accidentally shuts it before he is finished his message.
Smooth move, Dorian Gray.]
[ooc: + permissions for fourth walling for any characters who would know the name]
Video
So he answers her smile by offering one of his own, an expression as pretty and as fragile as a summer flower, and when he speaks, his voice is cautious with kindness.]
If you would care for a game, I would welcome the challenge. But I would not wish to trouble you.
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A flower, in first bloom, having not yet realized that bits of him are poisonous.]
It would be no trouble at all. I'd delight in it. Something more familiar than some things here, to be sure.
Though I suppose I should give a name. It would not do, for you to play with a stranger.
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But not yet. Instead, this boy has an intuition that he does not understand what is before him but not the cunning to follow through. He brushes past it, welcoming her with an inclination of his head. Why would he ever let an uncertainty keep him from a personality that fascinates him? Surely, Lord Henry would approve.] I would never demand that a lady make her own introductions, but I confess, it would be far easier to hail you if I knew whom I addressed.
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But she can not help her nature. She can not help the way the Dorian she knew awakened things in her she should keep hidden. It has only been a few weeks since she recovered from what he induced...but still, the thought of knowing a Dorian before his own awakening is too much of a siren call.]
Miss Vanessa Ives. From London, as you are, I would assume.
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The thought flickers through his brain; his smile quivers. A flower recalling the brush of a human hand—a flower that has been tampered, even pulled on, but not quite yet plucked. But then the smile reasserts itself, more strongly, and he continues,] And of the Seelie court, now. Will you be able to meet me in that court, or would the Station suit you better?
[(Are all the other Victorians in Unseelie. Is he the odd Victorian out.)]
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This is not something she should be noting. None of this is.]
The station. I'm of the Unseelie, it would seem, Mr. Gray.
[It is his mention of his court that confirms her idea--that he has not fully bloomed.]
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[That, at least, gives Dorian no pause—with Henry Jekyll in Unseelie, Dorian can only assume that there are all sorts of wonderful and perfectly interesting people in the opposing court—so he only smiles and inclines his head to her.] In that case, Miss Ives, I would welcome the opportunity to meet you at the Station for a game, whenever you have the time and inclination. [He smiles with innocence from the implications that follow from his words.] Perhaps you can explain to me what marks so many for the opposite court as we play out our game of black and white.
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[In truth, she has felt more than a bit lost, without any true path, here.]
Of course. Though I think it can be simply found between the two.
[Meaning the Grey.]
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