[He nods, eyes not meeting hers. It's easier to act as a dispassionate storyteller when he can't see the emotion in another person's eyes. He doesn't need or want the pity of people, no matter who they are.]
Exactly. They taught me the tricks and methods used by professional vampire hunters. All so I could avenge my family.
[He hesitates only briefly before continuing, voice becoming even more detached and distant. His eyes take on a faraway look, like he's staring into the distance despite only looking at the wall beside her.]
Moreau was researching vampires. How to become one. He used us children for his experiments, trying to create pseudo-vampires. These are the result of his testing.
[He covers the wound on his arm with his other hand, eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.]
[ She was expecting something bad, what with the mention of research, but bringing children into this, trying to turn them into a different creature entirely? Coupled with that very deep scar Vanitas just showed her – it's enough to set off something in her brain.
Vengeance may very well be her style, after all, because she holds out her good (better) arm, away from Vanitas, and with a flick of her wrist, something materializes in it. A white baseball bat, to be exact, something that might not even exist in this era but it looks like a weapon nevertheless. It starts glowing a shade of bright blue – one that looks like the color of his eyes, ironically. ]
You know, if you wanna bash this guy's skull in or something, say the word, because I wanna be there when it happens.
[ Then, with a disgruntled sigh, the bat de-materializes and she places her hands back in her lap. ]
I can't stand people who mess with kids like that. [ And it certainly doesn't help that she is talking to a victim of said experimentation right now. ] I've undergone a handful of those myself, but not as a kid. ... I can't stand to look at my body these days because of it. That's why I was so afraid to let you examine my arm.
[Most folks are protective of children, but few more so than those who suffered as kids themselves. So perhaps it's not entirely surprising that Vanitas finds himself facing a woman armed with... a bat, of some kind? A glowing, blue one at that. Seems blue is in vogue for supernatural powers. It's enough to make him chuckle a bit, even if it's wryly.
He appreciates her enthusiasm and desire to right the wrongs that were brought down upon him. Even if he'd have a hard time saying so. He traces a gloved finger along the edge of her weapon, smiling serenely.]
I would love nothing more, honestly. Personally, I'd like to gouge his eyes out like he wanted to do to mine, but beating him senseless would work too.
[He laughs again, though it's humorless and bitter.]
Nor can I. [Though his gaze does fall back to her as she admits to having been in a similar position.] We truly are a lot alike. I'm sorry for that. But you don't have to worry, I won't judge you or think any less of you for being injured or marked because of what you've gone through.
You can take his eyes first, and then we can beat the shit out of him. You should bring your vampire friend, too.
[ There's a whole story behind the bat, but one that she'll tell him later, at a better time.
Kara cracks a smile, because it's true that they are pretty similar in different ways. Different experiences, but the same sort of trauma. It's interesting how she stumbled across someone like him on a night of poor decisions, but it's making her start to regret her decision much less. ]
Thanks. ... It means a lot. [ Her overall demeanor is less guarded now, too, than it was earlier. Progress! ] The same goes to you, too, Vanitas. I'm not happy that we have so much in common, but it's nice to feel understood.
Heh, sounds like a plan. I think Noé would like to remind him not to refer to people as numbers again.
[Her ability to smile in the face of such information helps him to as well. These things are always easier to handle when there's someone else there to support you, after all. It's no different for Vanitas, despite what he might claim. Besides, if he was going to be stuck married to someone, he'd rather it be a person who can sympathize with and understand his struggles.]
Mmm. I won't show you them all, but... my body is a compendium of injuries from everything I've been through. You don't need to feel self-conscious around me. I won't ever judge you for something so trivial and beyond your control. [Carefully, he takes one her hands in his own gloved one, holding it lightly.]
[ Kara may not have as many scars as Vanitas, but the principle is the same. They've both been through so much that their bodies are no longer the same. His understanding is noted and she feels glad, actually, that they both made the decisions they did the other night.
When he takes her hand, pink immediately rises to her cheeks. It's a simple gesture, but it is quite sweet. ]
Y-yeah. I appreciate that. Seriously. You won't hear a vile word from me about yours, either.
[ And she finally gets a cheeky grin on her face, a big smile that unmistakably shows her gratitude as she then lightly holds his hand in return. It's a silent display of solidarity. ]
[Perhaps this is fate, or merely some odd coincidence, but Vanitas isn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He's grateful to have found someone who understands his pain somewhat, even if it was through questionable means. They can always annul their supposed marriage later, after all, and keep remaining friends.
It's a side of himself he doesn't often show, but he's in performance mode, trying to ease her worries.]
Thanks. It's a relief to know there's someone out there who I can rely on to help me change my dressing if I ever get injured, heh.
[Mutual wound-licking, as it were. Something they can do for each other as friends, because that's what they are by now, he feels. Even if it came about quickly and from strange circumstances. So he squeezes her hand just that bit tighter, letting her know they have each other's backs.]
Oh, about that? Yeah, uh, you're gonna have to show me how to do it properly, because I did a pretty bad job back there...
[ Whoops! She's willing to learn, though. Because when she ends up going back home, she'll have to know how to properly dress her wounds (and others') for their survival. Her free arm reaches out to lightly pat his shoulder, and she grins more playfully, lifting her spirits again. Shoving the pain, both emotional and physical, down as far as she can in favor of having fun. ]
Sooo...you ready to go shopping? I'll find some stylish 'fits for you, too, I promise! Hehe!
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Exactly. They taught me the tricks and methods used by professional vampire hunters. All so I could avenge my family.
[He hesitates only briefly before continuing, voice becoming even more detached and distant. His eyes take on a faraway look, like he's staring into the distance despite only looking at the wall beside her.]
Moreau was researching vampires. How to become one. He used us children for his experiments, trying to create pseudo-vampires. These are the result of his testing.
[He covers the wound on his arm with his other hand, eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.]
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Vengeance may very well be her style, after all, because she holds out her good (better) arm, away from Vanitas, and with a flick of her wrist, something materializes in it. A white baseball bat, to be exact, something that might not even exist in this era but it looks like a weapon nevertheless. It starts glowing a shade of bright blue – one that looks like the color of his eyes, ironically. ]
You know, if you wanna bash this guy's skull in or something, say the word, because I wanna be there when it happens.
[ Then, with a disgruntled sigh, the bat de-materializes and she places her hands back in her lap. ]
I can't stand people who mess with kids like that. [ And it certainly doesn't help that she is talking to a victim of said experimentation right now. ] I've undergone a handful of those myself, but not as a kid. ... I can't stand to look at my body these days because of it. That's why I was so afraid to let you examine my arm.
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He appreciates her enthusiasm and desire to right the wrongs that were brought down upon him. Even if he'd have a hard time saying so. He traces a gloved finger along the edge of her weapon, smiling serenely.]
I would love nothing more, honestly. Personally, I'd like to gouge his eyes out like he wanted to do to mine, but beating him senseless would work too.
[He laughs again, though it's humorless and bitter.]
Nor can I. [Though his gaze does fall back to her as she admits to having been in a similar position.] We truly are a lot alike. I'm sorry for that. But you don't have to worry, I won't judge you or think any less of you for being injured or marked because of what you've gone through.
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[ There's a whole story behind the bat, but one that she'll tell him later, at a better time.
Kara cracks a smile, because it's true that they are pretty similar in different ways. Different experiences, but the same sort of trauma. It's interesting how she stumbled across someone like him on a night of poor decisions, but it's making her start to regret her decision much less. ]
Thanks. ... It means a lot. [ Her overall demeanor is less guarded now, too, than it was earlier. Progress! ] The same goes to you, too, Vanitas. I'm not happy that we have so much in common, but it's nice to feel understood.
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[Her ability to smile in the face of such information helps him to as well. These things are always easier to handle when there's someone else there to support you, after all. It's no different for Vanitas, despite what he might claim. Besides, if he was going to be stuck married to someone, he'd rather it be a person who can sympathize with and understand his struggles.]
Mmm. I won't show you them all, but... my body is a compendium of injuries from everything I've been through. You don't need to feel self-conscious around me. I won't ever judge you for something so trivial and beyond your control. [Carefully, he takes one her hands in his own gloved one, holding it lightly.]
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When he takes her hand, pink immediately rises to her cheeks. It's a simple gesture, but it is quite sweet. ]
Y-yeah. I appreciate that. Seriously. You won't hear a vile word from me about yours, either.
[ And she finally gets a cheeky grin on her face, a big smile that unmistakably shows her gratitude as she then lightly holds his hand in return. It's a silent display of solidarity. ]
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It's a side of himself he doesn't often show, but he's in performance mode, trying to ease her worries.]
Thanks. It's a relief to know there's someone out there who I can rely on to help me change my dressing if I ever get injured, heh.
[Mutual wound-licking, as it were. Something they can do for each other as friends, because that's what they are by now, he feels. Even if it came about quickly and from strange circumstances. So he squeezes her hand just that bit tighter, letting her know they have each other's backs.]
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[ Whoops! She's willing to learn, though. Because when she ends up going back home, she'll have to know how to properly dress her wounds (and others') for their survival. Her free arm reaches out to lightly pat his shoulder, and she grins more playfully, lifting her spirits again. Shoving the pain, both emotional and physical, down as far as she can in favor of having fun. ]
Sooo...you ready to go shopping? I'll find some stylish 'fits for you, too, I promise! Hehe!