[Whatever he had been about to say cuts off as he gasps and moves to dodge the initial strike. While he is quick, that doesn't mean he is able to move so instantly, and he winces as the second knife grazes his stomach, ripping his waistcoat and shirt underneath and staining them red. One hand lowers to attempt to put pressure on his stomach as he tries to step back and get some distance. Only to find himself backed against the wall. He probably should be more mindful of his surroundings. He'd just figured that the side and back streets were safer. Would attract less attention and notice if he had wanted to avoid the Chasseurs. Evidently, that had not exactly worked out as he had hoped.]
Tell me yours, and maybe I'll give mine.
[As if he really had any semblance of the upper hand here. Holding himself back. Domi had always said he was far too soft. Maybe she had a point. That even in such a situation, he still wouldn't entirely go all out and kill someone attacking him. Aiming to kill him. Noé really should probably do more to at least defend himself. But he's always been more motivated when it comes to protecting others more than himself. Which is why he doesn't try to make for the main street. He doesn't want anyone else getting caught up in this. It's his problem. He has to deal with this somehow.]
[Making contact with flesh seems only to fuel the Chasseur's bloodlust, driving him to press the attack against his opponent as they get further away from the main street and into the darker recesses of the alleyways. It makes fighting a little more challenging, but given that Vanitas' weapons are relatively small in comparison to the Paladins, he's managing well enough. Enough that he can hold his own against a pacifist vampire, anyway. Though Noé's refusal to go all out seems to irk him, causing his eyes to narrow as he swings repeatedly, trying to get in as many hits as possible.]
Hah! You've got guts, I'll give you that, blood-sucker! --it's Vanitas! Remember it in the afterlife!
[A name he hopes will one day raise through the ranks and become known to all on both sides as a slayer of vampire kind. To exact his revenge upon those who killed his father and their troupe. It's only justice, as he sees it. Eliminating the unnatural creatures from this world so that humanity remains pure and unsullied, their foul blood no longer a stain upon this world. It's that hope which drives him even now as he tries to drive his opponent into a corner.]
[Noé exclaims as he glances, as if trying to figure out a way out. One that won't involve getting innocent people potentially hurt. He can't go forward past Vanitas. Can't go that way towards the main streets. As Vanitas keeps swinging, he stumbles in his haste to dodge the strikes, one of them slicing his cheek. His red eyes glance up, shifting to the rooftops. Maybe if he could get up higher. Get away and get further distance between them. Between Vanitas and anyone else that might be around.
So he tries to use his vampiric speed to crouch and leap. If he can just get away. He doesn't want to have to kill Vanitas. Even if he was a Chasseur. Noé tries to leap and make it to the rooftop if he can.]
"Child of the Ark," eh? Shame you missed the boat!
[Noting the way in which Noé seems to be scanning the area for an out, Vanitas works to cut off an potential avenues of escape. He keeps them on the move, his attack light and fast if inaccurate, so as not to give his opponent a chance to rewrite the World Formula, not realizing that Noé has no aptitude for such things. On occasion he aims a little higher, trying to gouge at an eye for the same reason even if he only manages to cut a few strands of hair off.
Luckily for Noé, his vampiric abilities still manage to outshine those of Vanitas' despite his training and natural speed. As his target jumps up to the roofs, Vanitas reaches for one of the Chasseur's drug syringes, jabbing himself in the neck with it before using the sudden boost in his capabilities to follow, albeit in a couple jumps from window to window before he reaches the rooftops and can give pursuit.]
[He's more worried about dodging in time to avoid his eye getting hit that he barely registers that his hair is cut. He tries to focus on keeping his distance, using the time that Vanitas takes to jab himself and the other being a little slower to keep moving. To keep traversing across the rooftops. To keep his distance. Keep moving. Even if he has no real idea of where he is going. If he can at least lose Vanitas, he can figure his way back to where he was staying and check on the injury to his stomach. Even if Vanitas did lose sight of him, there's an occasional drop of blood to follow.]
[That little bit of extra info makes his eyes light up with wonder; having thought there were none left alive bearing that name, he can't help being intrigued now. Even though Noé manages to shake him from direct sight, the spilled blood provides an ample trail for him to follow. He doesn't need much with his training, as he can tell the direction the vampire is going from the way the blood splatters are formed. So that whether he stops thinking he's safe or has to pause for a rest, Vanitas will be hot on his heels.
Yet when they meet again, he doesn't immediately go in for the kill this time. He seems more relaxed, more... curious than anything, even with that feral grin haunting his face.]
Tell me, Archiviste... What is it like, being able to peer into people's memories?
[Noé pauses to catch his breath, glancing up and tensing when Vanitas approaches. Wary, cautious, on his guard. But Vanitas doesn't immediately attack. So he isn't sure what to make of the situation right now. He steps back, only to find he shouldn't back up further or else he would fall off the edge of the roof.]
E-eh? That's....? Um. I only see memories the first time. I'm....mm, better about sort of controlling it. Compared to when I was younger. But...why....?
[Noé can't help being wary. Confused. Of course, he was aware that his clan had all been killed. But he hadn't necessarily considered that the Chasseurs were that interested. That any of them would know of his particular clan and their abilities. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything.]
[Seeing that he has Noé cornered as it were, a fair bit of tension drains from Vanitas' shoulders. He's calm, feeling that he's in control of the situation, that he has the upper hand. He doesn't need to be overly wary of the vampire from this distance yet; even with his speed and strength, it would take a moment to reach him. Enough time that he could defend himself.]
No reason. [Clearly that's a lie.] Mere curiosity, is all.
[This time, as he slowly approaches, Vanitas puts one of his knives away and extends a hand, seemingly in offer, like he's welcoming Noé forward.]
What would you say if I had a favor to ask of you? Would you entertain it?
[He blinks, his eyes widening for a second before he narrows them in confusion. Vanitas had been trying to kill him, and now he was asking a favor? Just what was going on with this guy? He's not sure if he could quite understand what Vanitas wanted. Something to do with his abilities as an Archiviste? That seemed to be what had interested him.]
You were trying to kill me, and now you're asking me for a favor....?!
[His stomach still hurts, his hand still trying to keep pressure on it as he is cornered. Backed against the edge of the roof as Vanitas had likely planned and wanted.]
[As if that explains why he's suddenly switched to being more amiable, though perhaps it does? If he can separate being a Chasseur from his personal life, then hopefully that means Noé might be reasoned with. Not that Vanitas can blame him for his confusion. No, that's only natural, as is his suspicion.]
That was strictly business. Well, mostly. Here, how about I treat your injury as a show of good faith, hmm?
[Since he can see Noé continuing to clutch at his wound as the injury leaks more blood. Though in a show of good faith, he sheaths his other knife, raising both empty hands to indicate he's unarmed now and won't attack.]
[What was that supposed to mean? He's not sure what to make of this. What to expect. What Vanitas wants. Should he listen to Vanitas? Help him? He isn't certain what sort of situation he's gotten himself into with Vanitas. But at least for now, the other isn't attacking him. Noé seems less tense, less on guard when Vanitas sheathes his knife.
The offer to treat his injury has him pause, blinking in surprise and confusion. But he can't really stop Vanitas. Not without one or both of them potentially falling. And Vanitas has sheathed his blades. So he doesn't seem to intend on hurting Noé.]
Because, I wish to borrow that power of yours. It wouldn't do to ask that without offering something in exchange, correct?
[As a show of even more good faith, he... simple parks it on the rooftop, sitting down where he is before patting the space in front of him, trying to encourage Noé to join him. It's a complete 180 from what they were just doing, but, well, things change. The fact he's an Archiviste means more to Vanitas than the fact he's a vampire in general. If push came to shove, he could always kill him later, after all. Not that Noé seems like an especially aggressive brand of vampire, not like some of them who rampage through the city streets.]
[He assumes, but Vanitas seems to have some use for him, so he doesn't currently have any intentions of hurting him further. So he supposes it is fine. Probably. Even if he should all but hear Dominique screeching at him for being too trusting. Noé approaches, slowly and hesitantly, before he eventually sits down next to Vanitas. He glances to the other through his mess of hair, trying to figure the guy out.]
I haven't agreed to anything yet. You still haven't told me what you want from me.
[Despite them having not yet reached any kind of agreement, Vanitas seems completely jovial now, having lost almost all of his bloodlust. He's still just as intense as before, simply in a different manner, with his attention focused on the conversation rather than the fight. So once Noé decides to meet him halfway by sitting down with him, he slaps a hand on the vampire's leg, like they're good friends or something equally ridiculous.]
Why, I thought that would be obvious! I want you to peer into my memories.
[Vanitas still seems so confusing. He's not quite sure what to make of the other. Which isn't to say that he isn't partly curious in spite of himself. The way the other so easily switches to acting so jovial and....friendly? When just moments before, he had been trying to kill Noé. How he stares and takes in the other's features more when they're closer like this. He purses his lips and frowns a little when Vanitas smacks his leg. Just what was with this guy...?]
Because otherwise I have no use for you and it'll be my duty to kill you. Simple, yes?
[He says that so blithely?? Like the answer is obvious and simple and completely matter-of-fact. Perhaps to him it is, except there's a note of giddy glee in how he talks about killing Noé, like he'd relish the notion. Yet it doesn't change the fact he gives the vampire a playful shove on the shoulder, as though he's telling a rather funny joke to a friend rather than threatening someone.]
[It's probably the blithe, casual way Vanitas says it. The shove at his shoulder that disorients him. His actions and casual tone were so out of place with what he was actually saying. Noé can sense that glee, that anticipation from him. How happy he'd be to kill him. It certainly throws him off guard, as he shifts and instinctively puts out a hand next to him to keep his balance when he's shoved. Noé's expression is almost incredulous as he glances at Vanitas, seeming more confused than anything else by the man next to him.]
[On one hand, there's no active malice in his intentions at present, no twitching fingers eager to thrust a blade into the vampire beside him nor any indication at all that he plans on doing so anytime in the near future, should they reach an agreement. Blackmail, some might call it. He prefers the term negotiating. A mutual aid, as it were, to benefit both parties. Though at the question, Vanitas offers a serene, cold smile.]
The deaths of my family. Vampires killed them, and while most were taken care of by the Chasseurs, one escaped justice. I want to find them and kill them. But... I was young. Scared. My memory is spotty. I'd like your help seeing it more clearly.
[The thing with being an Archiviste, he doesn't have the same option. To ask someone to check his memories. If he ever did want to find out more about what had happened to his clan. His family. Not that he has ever felt the need to. It's enough to know that he is apparently the last. Still, he gets the idea, at least. He can relate. At least somewhat. Given that he had also lost his family at such a young age.]
I'm sorry. So....after you lost them, the Chasseurs took you in? I can see memories that others have forgotten entirely. So. I can probably help.
Mmm... That's right. They gave me a place to belong, and the chance for revenge. I hate vampires with a passion.
[So it's probably easy to see how smoothly he took to the role of Chasseur with that loathing welling up inside him, those memories clouding his life and preventing him from seeing a hopeful future otherwise. Not that he was expecting to sit down and discuss his history with one of rotten creatures, but, well, he's always been a practical sort first and foremost.]
...though I suppose you're not too bad. [Somewhat surprised, he regards Noé almost suspiciously.] And you'd be willing to do that?
Archiviste, remember? My entire clan was killed. So as far as I know, I'm the last. I think it's more....everyone's complicated. Whether vampire or human. Or dham. But I'd like to believe in the potential. The good.
[But. Well, anyone could understand that desire for vengeance. It isn't like he never had such thoughts, even for a moment. He's just too soft, for all that he has a temper and could get riled up sometimes, to actually act on it. Besides, this wasn't a simple case of going after one lone vampire. It would have taken many to wipe out basically an entire clan.
He tilts his head when Vanitas admits he doesn't seem so bad. When he's asked if he would help.]
I mean. I'd doubt if it was Teacher or Domi. And if one of us was killing mortals....then they need to be stopped.
I see... I knew your kind was rare, I didn't realize it was that drastic. [So, they're not that different, really...] Heh... An idealistic vampire. How odd...
[His experiences with vampires hasn't been good, obviously. From the first to the last. Or latest, anyway. But this one... Noé strikes him as different. Obviously he's not the one who's been rampaging all over Paris, yet nor is he a typical violent, hateful beast like those who killed Vanitas' family. Frankly, he's not sure what to make of the person before him. Because that's what Noé seems to be. An individual rather than a monster.]
Huh... You're a strange one. I wonder if it's because you're an Archiviste, or if there really are decent vampires out there.
I don't know that any others survived. So it is, I guess. Pretty drastic.
[Noé can't really deny that he's idealistic. Optimistic. Wants to believe the best. Even after all that he has been through. He's always been that way. Not that he is entirely unaffected by his past, but he tries to move past it and focus on reminding himself of the better times. That there were still good people out there.
Maybe he shouldn't be surprised that Vanitas seems confused by him. It is hardly like he would be the first to say something similar. Still, he starts almost laughing when Vanitas calls him strange, and he winces as it hurts his stomach.]
[They're both alike in that regard, the only children of their family left. Perhaps that's why Vanitas' expression becomes conflicted rather than merely amused at the vampire's pain. With a sigh, he moves towards Noé, starting to pick at his clothes in order to get at his wound.]
Here-- Let me see it. I did promise to treat you, didn't I?
[Once he exposes the injury, he pulls out some gauze and starts wrapping it around the vampire's middle, mumbling to himself.]
If they find out I'm helping you, I won't be welcome back...
[Noé misses the conflicted expression as he blinks, glancing down when Vanitas reaches for his waistcoat and shirt. He shifts to try and help the other open the waistcoat to get to his shirt and lift it up for Vanitas to check his stomach. Remaining still to allow Vanitas to treat the injury where he had been slashed with the knives. Or at least, he tries to remain still. Glancing between his stomach and at Vanitas when the other mumbles to himself.]
They don't have to find out. I don't want to get you in trouble....
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[Whatever he had been about to say cuts off as he gasps and moves to dodge the initial strike. While he is quick, that doesn't mean he is able to move so instantly, and he winces as the second knife grazes his stomach, ripping his waistcoat and shirt underneath and staining them red. One hand lowers to attempt to put pressure on his stomach as he tries to step back and get some distance. Only to find himself backed against the wall. He probably should be more mindful of his surroundings. He'd just figured that the side and back streets were safer. Would attract less attention and notice if he had wanted to avoid the Chasseurs. Evidently, that had not exactly worked out as he had hoped.]
Tell me yours, and maybe I'll give mine.
[As if he really had any semblance of the upper hand here. Holding himself back. Domi had always said he was far too soft. Maybe she had a point. That even in such a situation, he still wouldn't entirely go all out and kill someone attacking him. Aiming to kill him. Noé really should probably do more to at least defend himself. But he's always been more motivated when it comes to protecting others more than himself. Which is why he doesn't try to make for the main street. He doesn't want anyone else getting caught up in this. It's his problem. He has to deal with this somehow.]
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Hah! You've got guts, I'll give you that, blood-sucker! --it's Vanitas! Remember it in the afterlife!
[A name he hopes will one day raise through the ranks and become known to all on both sides as a slayer of vampire kind. To exact his revenge upon those who killed his father and their troupe. It's only justice, as he sees it. Eliminating the unnatural creatures from this world so that humanity remains pure and unsullied, their foul blood no longer a stain upon this world. It's that hope which drives him even now as he tries to drive his opponent into a corner.]
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[Noé exclaims as he glances, as if trying to figure out a way out. One that won't involve getting innocent people potentially hurt. He can't go forward past Vanitas. Can't go that way towards the main streets. As Vanitas keeps swinging, he stumbles in his haste to dodge the strikes, one of them slicing his cheek. His red eyes glance up, shifting to the rooftops. Maybe if he could get up higher. Get away and get further distance between them. Between Vanitas and anyone else that might be around.
So he tries to use his vampiric speed to crouch and leap. If he can just get away. He doesn't want to have to kill Vanitas. Even if he was a Chasseur. Noé tries to leap and make it to the rooftop if he can.]
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[Noting the way in which Noé seems to be scanning the area for an out, Vanitas works to cut off an potential avenues of escape. He keeps them on the move, his attack light and fast if inaccurate, so as not to give his opponent a chance to rewrite the World Formula, not realizing that Noé has no aptitude for such things. On occasion he aims a little higher, trying to gouge at an eye for the same reason even if he only manages to cut a few strands of hair off.
Luckily for Noé, his vampiric abilities still manage to outshine those of Vanitas' despite his training and natural speed. As his target jumps up to the roofs, Vanitas reaches for one of the Chasseur's drug syringes, jabbing himself in the neck with it before using the sudden boost in his capabilities to follow, albeit in a couple jumps from window to window before he reaches the rooftops and can give pursuit.]
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[He's more worried about dodging in time to avoid his eye getting hit that he barely registers that his hair is cut. He tries to focus on keeping his distance, using the time that Vanitas takes to jab himself and the other being a little slower to keep moving. To keep traversing across the rooftops. To keep his distance. Keep moving. Even if he has no real idea of where he is going. If he can at least lose Vanitas, he can figure his way back to where he was staying and check on the injury to his stomach. Even if Vanitas did lose sight of him, there's an occasional drop of blood to follow.]
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[That little bit of extra info makes his eyes light up with wonder; having thought there were none left alive bearing that name, he can't help being intrigued now. Even though Noé manages to shake him from direct sight, the spilled blood provides an ample trail for him to follow. He doesn't need much with his training, as he can tell the direction the vampire is going from the way the blood splatters are formed. So that whether he stops thinking he's safe or has to pause for a rest, Vanitas will be hot on his heels.
Yet when they meet again, he doesn't immediately go in for the kill this time. He seems more relaxed, more... curious than anything, even with that feral grin haunting his face.]
Tell me, Archiviste... What is it like, being able to peer into people's memories?
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E-eh? That's....? Um. I only see memories the first time. I'm....mm, better about sort of controlling it. Compared to when I was younger. But...why....?
[Noé can't help being wary. Confused. Of course, he was aware that his clan had all been killed. But he hadn't necessarily considered that the Chasseurs were that interested. That any of them would know of his particular clan and their abilities. Maybe he shouldn't have said anything.]
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No reason. [Clearly that's a lie.] Mere curiosity, is all.
[This time, as he slowly approaches, Vanitas puts one of his knives away and extends a hand, seemingly in offer, like he's welcoming Noé forward.]
What would you say if I had a favor to ask of you? Would you entertain it?
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[He blinks, his eyes widening for a second before he narrows them in confusion. Vanitas had been trying to kill him, and now he was asking a favor? Just what was going on with this guy? He's not sure if he could quite understand what Vanitas wanted. Something to do with his abilities as an Archiviste? That seemed to be what had interested him.]
You were trying to kill me, and now you're asking me for a favor....?!
[His stomach still hurts, his hand still trying to keep pressure on it as he is cornered. Backed against the edge of the roof as Vanitas had likely planned and wanted.]
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[As if that explains why he's suddenly switched to being more amiable, though perhaps it does? If he can separate being a Chasseur from his personal life, then hopefully that means Noé might be reasoned with. Not that Vanitas can blame him for his confusion. No, that's only natural, as is his suspicion.]
That was strictly business. Well, mostly. Here, how about I treat your injury as a show of good faith, hmm?
[Since he can see Noé continuing to clutch at his wound as the injury leaks more blood. Though in a show of good faith, he sheaths his other knife, raising both empty hands to indicate he's unarmed now and won't attack.]
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[What was that supposed to mean? He's not sure what to make of this. What to expect. What Vanitas wants. Should he listen to Vanitas? Help him? He isn't certain what sort of situation he's gotten himself into with Vanitas. But at least for now, the other isn't attacking him. Noé seems less tense, less on guard when Vanitas sheathes his knife.
The offer to treat his injury has him pause, blinking in surprise and confusion. But he can't really stop Vanitas. Not without one or both of them potentially falling. And Vanitas has sheathed his blades. So he doesn't seem to intend on hurting Noé.]
You'd....why?
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[As a show of even more good faith, he... simple parks it on the rooftop, sitting down where he is before patting the space in front of him, trying to encourage Noé to join him. It's a complete 180 from what they were just doing, but, well, things change. The fact he's an Archiviste means more to Vanitas than the fact he's a vampire in general. If push came to shove, he could always kill him later, after all. Not that Noé seems like an especially aggressive brand of vampire, not like some of them who rampage through the city streets.]
Come! Let us talk.
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[He assumes, but Vanitas seems to have some use for him, so he doesn't currently have any intentions of hurting him further. So he supposes it is fine. Probably. Even if he should all but hear Dominique screeching at him for being too trusting. Noé approaches, slowly and hesitantly, before he eventually sits down next to Vanitas. He glances to the other through his mess of hair, trying to figure the guy out.]
I haven't agreed to anything yet. You still haven't told me what you want from me.
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[Despite them having not yet reached any kind of agreement, Vanitas seems completely jovial now, having lost almost all of his bloodlust. He's still just as intense as before, simply in a different manner, with his attention focused on the conversation rather than the fight. So once Noé decides to meet him halfway by sitting down with him, he slaps a hand on the vampire's leg, like they're good friends or something equally ridiculous.]
Why, I thought that would be obvious! I want you to peer into my memories.
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[Vanitas still seems so confusing. He's not quite sure what to make of the other. Which isn't to say that he isn't partly curious in spite of himself. The way the other so easily switches to acting so jovial and....friendly? When just moments before, he had been trying to kill Noé. How he stares and takes in the other's features more when they're closer like this. He purses his lips and frowns a little when Vanitas smacks his leg. Just what was with this guy...?]
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[He says that so blithely?? Like the answer is obvious and simple and completely matter-of-fact. Perhaps to him it is, except there's a note of giddy glee in how he talks about killing Noé, like he'd relish the notion. Yet it doesn't change the fact he gives the vampire a playful shove on the shoulder, as though he's telling a rather funny joke to a friend rather than threatening someone.]
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[It's probably the blithe, casual way Vanitas says it. The shove at his shoulder that disorients him. His actions and casual tone were so out of place with what he was actually saying. Noé can sense that glee, that anticipation from him. How happy he'd be to kill him. It certainly throws him off guard, as he shifts and instinctively puts out a hand next to him to keep his balance when he's shoved. Noé's expression is almost incredulous as he glances at Vanitas, seeming more confused than anything else by the man next to him.]
What memory would you want me to see, exactly?
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The deaths of my family. Vampires killed them, and while most were taken care of by the Chasseurs, one escaped justice. I want to find them and kill them. But... I was young. Scared. My memory is spotty. I'd like your help seeing it more clearly.
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[The thing with being an Archiviste, he doesn't have the same option. To ask someone to check his memories. If he ever did want to find out more about what had happened to his clan. His family. Not that he has ever felt the need to. It's enough to know that he is apparently the last. Still, he gets the idea, at least. He can relate. At least somewhat. Given that he had also lost his family at such a young age.]
I'm sorry. So....after you lost them, the Chasseurs took you in? I can see memories that others have forgotten entirely. So. I can probably help.
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[So it's probably easy to see how smoothly he took to the role of Chasseur with that loathing welling up inside him, those memories clouding his life and preventing him from seeing a hopeful future otherwise. Not that he was expecting to sit down and discuss his history with one of rotten creatures, but, well, he's always been a practical sort first and foremost.]
...though I suppose you're not too bad. [Somewhat surprised, he regards Noé almost suspiciously.] And you'd be willing to do that?
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[But. Well, anyone could understand that desire for vengeance. It isn't like he never had such thoughts, even for a moment. He's just too soft, for all that he has a temper and could get riled up sometimes, to actually act on it. Besides, this wasn't a simple case of going after one lone vampire. It would have taken many to wipe out basically an entire clan.
He tilts his head when Vanitas admits he doesn't seem so bad. When he's asked if he would help.]
I mean. I'd doubt if it was Teacher or Domi. And if one of us was killing mortals....then they need to be stopped.
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[His experiences with vampires hasn't been good, obviously. From the first to the last. Or latest, anyway. But this one... Noé strikes him as different. Obviously he's not the one who's been rampaging all over Paris, yet nor is he a typical violent, hateful beast like those who killed Vanitas' family. Frankly, he's not sure what to make of the person before him. Because that's what Noé seems to be. An individual rather than a monster.]
Huh... You're a strange one. I wonder if it's because you're an Archiviste, or if there really are decent vampires out there.
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[Noé can't really deny that he's idealistic. Optimistic. Wants to believe the best. Even after all that he has been through. He's always been that way. Not that he is entirely unaffected by his past, but he tries to move past it and focus on reminding himself of the better times. That there were still good people out there.
Maybe he shouldn't be surprised that Vanitas seems confused by him. It is hardly like he would be the first to say something similar. Still, he starts almost laughing when Vanitas calls him strange, and he winces as it hurts his stomach.]
Ah - ow.....
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[They're both alike in that regard, the only children of their family left. Perhaps that's why Vanitas' expression becomes conflicted rather than merely amused at the vampire's pain. With a sigh, he moves towards Noé, starting to pick at his clothes in order to get at his wound.]
Here-- Let me see it. I did promise to treat you, didn't I?
[Once he exposes the injury, he pulls out some gauze and starts wrapping it around the vampire's middle, mumbling to himself.]
If they find out I'm helping you, I won't be welcome back...
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[Noé misses the conflicted expression as he blinks, glancing down when Vanitas reaches for his waistcoat and shirt. He shifts to try and help the other open the waistcoat to get to his shirt and lift it up for Vanitas to check his stomach. Remaining still to allow Vanitas to treat the injury where he had been slashed with the knives. Or at least, he tries to remain still. Glancing between his stomach and at Vanitas when the other mumbles to himself.]
They don't have to find out. I don't want to get you in trouble....
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