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eachdraidh2014-12-10 05:38 pm
huntedby) wrote in eachdraidh2014-12-10 05:38 pm
First part Unlocked, Second Locked to Unseelie, Video
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[Vanessa appears to be near the woods, if the foliage behind her head is any indication. There is a small bit of her red coat showing, the buttons on it done up, as well as those on the neck of her dress. Her hair is piled on top of her head, as best as she could manage, without the proper tools.
She looks thoughtful. There is an air about of her calculation underneath the ease. For when she speaks, she does her best to speak carefully. As a Victorian of a certain status, it comes naturally, but the other bits of herself she hides...the care there is more affected. It has to be.]
This may be a strange question to some of you, but I was wondering if any of you know of any local worshiping sites for Christians. I am a [There is a pause, a hesitation] lapsed Catholic, but at times even I find it necessary to seek out a house of God. [For reasons that are her own.]
If there is not one, I am curious to know if any of you do practice, and where you do so.
[She has her cross, still, but she is worried to truly pray at it, again. She worries that the spiders will show again, to show she has not escaped her demons here.]
Thank you.
[Locked to Unseelie]
After spending some time in the forest, during this stag hunt, it has become abundantly clear that as intelligent and well mannered as I may be, I have no skills when it comes to hunting, or enacting violence with blade or powder.
[She has never needed that; she has always hired those she needs. Or relied on Sembene. She is of Victorian times--perhaps learning to shoot a rifle during fox hunts would have been acceptable, but her family was never one for such events.
She is no Sir Malcolm. While her steps trail with blood, it is not by violence of her own hand.]
I would like to learn, if one of you would be willing to teach me. I have no desire to become a burden on others, nor do I wish to stay on the side lines, when it appears there is so much to be done.
[Vanessa appears to be near the woods, if the foliage behind her head is any indication. There is a small bit of her red coat showing, the buttons on it done up, as well as those on the neck of her dress. Her hair is piled on top of her head, as best as she could manage, without the proper tools.
She looks thoughtful. There is an air about of her calculation underneath the ease. For when she speaks, she does her best to speak carefully. As a Victorian of a certain status, it comes naturally, but the other bits of herself she hides...the care there is more affected. It has to be.]
This may be a strange question to some of you, but I was wondering if any of you know of any local worshiping sites for Christians. I am a [There is a pause, a hesitation] lapsed Catholic, but at times even I find it necessary to seek out a house of God. [For reasons that are her own.]
If there is not one, I am curious to know if any of you do practice, and where you do so.
[She has her cross, still, but she is worried to truly pray at it, again. She worries that the spiders will show again, to show she has not escaped her demons here.]
Thank you.
[Locked to Unseelie]
After spending some time in the forest, during this stag hunt, it has become abundantly clear that as intelligent and well mannered as I may be, I have no skills when it comes to hunting, or enacting violence with blade or powder.
[She has never needed that; she has always hired those she needs. Or relied on Sembene. She is of Victorian times--perhaps learning to shoot a rifle during fox hunts would have been acceptable, but her family was never one for such events.
She is no Sir Malcolm. While her steps trail with blood, it is not by violence of her own hand.]
I would like to learn, if one of you would be willing to teach me. I have no desire to become a burden on others, nor do I wish to stay on the side lines, when it appears there is so much to be done.
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Does that count?]
I can read the tarot. Though that is not always a gift people like to know of.
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[brief pause]
Do you want to just finish this in person? Show me yours and I'll show you mine. We can figure out what we're worth to each other.
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[That sounds--]
I wouldn't be adverse to meeting, no.
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[the Elf has problems with a little know-it-all who didn't warn him about an event he foresaw which lead to the death of Lusiphur's girlfriend... Luse will probably never forgive him for that... and he doesn't trust that power as far as he can throw it.]
Name your place and time. You bring your tarot, and I'll bring the hardware. "Violence with a blade" is my specialty. And the name's Lusiphur. [yes, it's pronounced exactly how you think it is.]
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[It has been a curse for her.
His name puts a shiver through her, eyes widening slightly. But she lets it pass. It is only similar sounding. Not the true word.]
Miss Vanessa Ives. And as I am not spending my time hunting the Hart, I am at your leisure.
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[It's not a question of whether or not it works, merely if the answers can be trusted.]
As it so happens, Miss Vanessa Ives, I'm bored here. Bad things happen when I get bored, so the sooner the better. Name your time and place, and we can find out if this is gonna work between us.
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[For it is true--there are so many different interpretations.]
In two days, then?
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Two days. Where?
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