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I can hear them screaming; Dione Castel ([info]audiomorbid) wrote in [info]nosuchplace,
@ 2009-01-22 07:39:00

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Entry tags:dione castel, hayate ishikawa

Wednesday; November 7, 2007
Who: Dione Castel and Hayate Ishikawa
When: Morning, Wednesday the 7th
Where: Outside the Bakery
What: Dione and Hayate have a conversation.

An 8 p.m. curfew didn't bother her terribly much, though she might want to consider moving into town since she seemed to spend so much time there. Maybe that would help Dexter became less worried about since he was always getting on her about the walk to and from town. Besides, that would mean she could get more hours of practice in at the Wine Bar and maybe take on a few students. Not that she was particularly looking forward to taking on students, but it gave her something to do other than mope. She'd tell him about it later. It might brighten her dead brother's day.

He would probably agree to anything to make sure that she wasn't walking around in the dark, which he often referred to as the dead of night.

Now, day was overcast and chilly, she wrapped her arms around herself and kept walking. The Wine Bar was her refuge and since it was daylight there would probably be few patrons inside. Just as well as she didn't so much want to talk to someone she didn't already know and so many people saw it as a necessary to try and chat her up, all the way until they realized that she wasn't going to talk back. Either she was too caught up in the music or she didn't want to speak for the likelihood that she would start stuttering badly.

Dione didn't enter the town from the main road since it was out of her way coming from the bungalows. Instead, she came in through the space between the restaurant and the bakery. The bakery smelled absolutely wonderful and she stopped there just to bask in the scent. Maybe she would go in for a moment and have breakfast? But that would mean having to speak with someone that she probably didn't already know. No one she had met so far had spoken of having a job at the bakery.

Well, there was standing out in the cold or going in. For the moment, she seemed to have decided to stand out in the cold.

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[info]splitimpulse
2009-01-22 05:07 pm UTC (link)
The meeting with Irei the day before had slaughtered the cheerful mood of the vampire, which he only had a chance to experience for a few days. It was as if happiness was impossible for Hayate, even for a brief time, and the feeling would never last past the shortest of moments. Days were long for a human, but they were like mere seconds for a vampire. These trials were Hayate’s own faults, for he was a twisted individual with no heart and he could not learn how to treat other people like living beings. The cloud he had created himself would always follow him wherever he went until he learned how to control his own hand, not the hands of others. Of course, Hayate would never blame himself for this. He was a selfish man, and he did not see anything wrong or remorseful in his actions. He was what he was at the end of the day: An unchangeable tyrant in his own reality, bloodthirsty and cruel.

With this darkening cloud over his thoughts, he spotted a young woman ahead who was a familiar face in the bank of his memories. Dione was her name, and she was favorite of Dante. Hayate had kept up with watching Dante closely time to time, and he had seen them in public before enjoying each other’s company. He had the pleasure of meeting her once in The Wine Bar. It had been a long time since he truly caused some havoc with a few words, and it not be helped that his mood was as dark as his thoughts. It would be easy to ruin things for Dante since the wolf was just as much a liar as Hayate. If Dante would play with Hayate’s toys, then Hayate did not see why he couldn’t do the same.

He approached her with a false smile on his face, though the happiness seemed genuine and showed in his features and within his voice. She wouldn’t see the smile, but it would help with his trick overall. “Dione?” he called out. “Is that you?”

Hayate reached her and recalled her love of French, deciding to speak in that language. “What are you doing out in the cold?” he inquired. “Wouldn’t it be better to be inside where it’s warm?”

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[info]audiomorbid
2009-01-23 08:54 am UTC (link)
Dione knew both Hayate and Dante, though she didn't know that they knew one another. There were a lot of things that she didn't know about this situation. She was a woman who had taken them at face value and the faces that they showed just happened to be masks. Masks to hide the rotten evil people that they really were. There was a good possibility that she would never know anything about that. An equally good possibility was that she would find out more than she ever really wanted to know of on the subject.

The woman had been lost in her own thoughts. Her thoughts had a very bad tendency to swirl like a whirlpool if she stopped and let herself think. A great reason not to do that as it kept her from paying attention to what was going on. Hayate spoke to her and she perked up, turning toward the sound coming her direction.

The scar on her face had diminished a little, still there, but starting the slow process of healing over. Hopefully, it would disappear over the next few weeks. Even if she wasn't paying attention to it, other people noticed it.

His voice was one that she recognized and had a name for. That was always good in her opinion, being approached by strangers tended to make her tongue fall all over itself.

"Hayate," she used his name because she knew it. She chose to answer him in kind since she was much more comfortable with French than she was with English. "Just trying to make a decision. Rather easily distracted." After all, she had been on her way one place only to be stopped before she got there by the smell of food. She was hungry, but necessarily so much that it was more than just a little niggling want that came from that smell being so good.

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[info]splitimpulse
2009-01-26 12:45 am UTC (link)
It was easy for him to put on a nice face, so to speak, even if the young woman couldn't truly see him with her own eyes. He was good at lying, a master of disguises, and he preferred things to be smooth rather than the opposite. Charm was a quicker way to people's hearts than anything else, and he found the effect of ruining someone from the inside out much more appealing than brute force on many an occasion. It did not hurt that he thought her a beautiful woman, though she seemed plenty modest about it. Hayate was certain she did not know her own face. Despite the newly earned scar on her face, her looks were not diminished in the slightest.

Scars were good for memories and lessons learned; it was a shame when and if they disappeared. His own body held a whole story of scars, which he occasionally chose to glamour away if only because he would have to lie if anyone asked about them. Explaining how one was once a slave was not very appealing to Hayate, nor would it be for many other people.

"What is the decision a choice between?" he asked her, continuing to speak in French. He was quite comfortable with the language as well, his last place of residence being France before the world fell to what it was now. He had visited France many times over his long life, and he rather liked it there. "Maybe I can help you choose," Hayate said, and the light smile on his face was clear in his voice as well. "Do you mind any company right now, or am I being incredibly rude?"

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[info]audiomorbid
2009-01-26 12:34 pm UTC (link)
Dione was much much easier. One could even call her provincial without hurting her feelings. She didn't know what the word meant, so how could it really? Dione was, quite simply, simple. It wouldn't be completely out of place to blame that on how she was raised. Her parents were essentially transparent people. They rarely lied. Dexter and Dione, following their example, rarely lied. This did not mean that other people did not lie to them, but they assumed that most were as trustworthy as they were. A very bad assumption to make, but it was the assumption they had made. Dexter had learned a bit about that kind of thing from dealing with people, but Dione had been wrapped in a blanket for most of her life. Therefore, she lacked the experience with liars and lying. It only made her an easier mark when it came right down to it.

He was right that she didn't know her own face. Dione had a vague memory of what her face looked like. The last time she had seen herself in a mirror had been nearly a decade ago. Now, her face was just a set of features, eyes, nose, mouth, ears. This made her a very poor judge of beauty. The presence or absence of those features were her entire measuring stick and most everyone had the same basic features. The scar was a red seeming trench in one side of her face. It wasn't nearly so large, but it did obviously get narrower as it moved up toward her hairline until it disappeared all together in her hair. The harpy had clipped her hair a little as well, but that was hardly noticable with the amount of hair that she possessed. A stylist might notice, but she didn't. Her hair still brushed the same, so things were as they should be as far as that went.

"You're not being rude," Dione had a bad habit of answering things out of order. Give her three questions and she was liable to answer three and then one and finally two or some combination like that. It never seemed to start with one. Maybe it was because she was processing what she heard as she heard it and since the newest question was the freshest in her head, she answered that one immediately and then went back to the others and made sure that she had answered them all. "I'm trying to decide if I should go in or go on to where I was originally planning and then come back." Likely, if she went to where she was originally planning, she would forget to come back before it was quite late. That was just the way she tended to behave. Time lost a lot of meaning once she started to play.

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[info]splitimpulse
2009-01-27 01:51 pm UTC (link)
It was his own fault for asking more than one thing at a time, but he was hardly the type keen on regret. Either way, it was good to know he was not interrupting anything important she had planned at this time. If Dione was simply indulging in a walk, then he could easily join her for the moment and do what he had in mind. Tarnishing a name was easy if it was true, but Hayate had a feeling Dione was the impressionable type and a little gossip was all it took to place a worm of doubt into her mind. Perhaps his idea would be all too easy to accomplish in the end.

"That is good," he answered with a smile. "I'm just enjoying a walk at the moment." He was not going to make it seem as if he was imposing himself upon her, so he kept his answers polite and of a light tone. "If that is the case, then maybe I would have to know what the two places are to be of any help," Hayate said, a slight laugh coming forward. She did delay information as she talked, and he wondered if Dione was just one to take her time with things. He would wait until the proper moment before mentioning Dante because he did not want it to be out of place. In fact, he was thinking of a way to casually mention it without showing he knew of her acquaintance with the other man.

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[info]audiomorbid
2009-01-27 04:47 pm UTC (link)
It wasn't so much a conscious attempt at delaying giving out information as Dione didn't realize that the information was important. There was that and the fact that Dexter often finished her thoughts for her, it could make a girl a little spoiled in the speech department. There was no reason to make herself clear when the other person she was talking to would understand in spite of her lack of clarity. It only worked with her brother though, so since she wasn't talking to Dexter, she really needed to remember to complete her thoughts as much as possible.

"The bakery or the wine bar," those were her two choices. Did she want to go eat or go practice? Neither was going anywhere any time soon. There were more then enough hours in the day to do whatever she pleased considering she wasn't really slated to be anywhere.

Dante was a topic that would make her blush at least a little. After all, she hadn't really talked to anyone about him. Just liked being around him, which was not the best idea in the world, really. Dione didn't know that, nor if she were told, would it really matter. Infatuation had a way of slipping blinders onto a person. That was not to say that good sense had packed its bags and gone off on vacation though. There was still a very good chance that she could dissuaded from her choice of person, but the question was what would upset her enough to make her give way.

"I suppose I should practice and come back later." She spoke of making a decision, though she didn't actually move.

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[info]splitimpulse
2009-01-28 04:00 pm UTC (link)
“You should do whichever one you are most interested in.” Personally, Hayate could not smell the delicious scent of the bakery, even though he could pick up on the warmth that seeped from its windows. Human foods no longer entranced him as they once did, nor did they hold the power to savor his hunger. The bakery held no scent in particular; he only noticed it was rather warm. “If practicing is first on the mind, then maybe practicing is what you should do.” Hayate was not terribly interested in following her into the bakery, although he would not mind escorting her to The Wine Bar. The vampire was much more at home in the bar than in the bakery, the latter of which he had never even entered before.

Hayate held out his hand in a modest gesture, bringing it close to hers although not quite touching. “I do not mind escorting you there if you would like the company along the way. I was thinking of going there myself. You may hold my hand if you like.” Generally, as a rule, Hayate did not attempt to hold any person’s hand if he was trying to earn their favor, but Dione was blind and it seemed a kind gesture to offer. He was certainly not saying she could not get there on her own, but if they were going to walk together, then it never hurt to offer one’s hand.

“Things haven’t been as safe as they once were,” he said idly, mentioning the recent events that had rocked the feeling of safety Elysium once held. “I’m not a coward, but even I have my doubts of walking around at night these days. It’s not as if I have superhuman strength,” Hayate joked, which was far from the truth. He had not told her he was a vampire.

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[info]audiomorbid
2009-01-28 04:39 pm UTC (link)
Whichever she was more interested in waivered depending on the moment. For the moment, she would rather practice than eat. Probably because her hands were aching, which meant she needed to stretch them. It would be good for her.

Dione held hands with people all the time, it was a pretty obvious and easy way to keep her from straying too far away and getting lost whether or not there was enough space for her to get lost in. She slipped her hand into his, creeping her fingers along his palm. A motion that could upset people fairly easily that she didn't think much about. So what if she ran her nails over someone's skin? It wasn't as if it shouldn't be slightly expected as she was touching them. As long as no one complained, she thought nothing about it.

They started to move along and he started to talk about how safe the world had been of late. The world had been decidedly unsafe of late. Something that Dexter reminded her of at every chance that he got. It was just really hard for him to accept that she was going to go out into the world and possibly get hurt. Especially after the harpy attack, which only served to underline that not only were there people for her to worry about but the very world itself was a danger. Granted, he had once said the same thing about cars. Of course, she had stepped out in front of a couple of cars in her lifetime not paying attention, so it was quite likely that he had good reason to be worried.

The joke about super strength got a wane smile from her, the kind of I'm not sure if that's funny smile she would sometimes give in mixed company. "I try not to worry about it. As you can probably see, I'm not very effective at taking care of myself."

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[info]splitimpulse
2009-02-03 02:56 pm UTC (link)
Hayate found no reason to complain about the way in which Dione took his hand since it struck him as neither strange nor upsetting. Surely, there were things that upsetted the vampire, but this was not going to be one of them by far. He slowly wrapped his fingers over the back of her hand in order to hold it properly, and the two of them began a leisurely paced walk towards The Wine Bar in the near distance. It was just down the road from the bakery, not far at all.

Her reply to him came out mixed, and Hayate tried to sort through the nuances in her voice to figure out how she took his meaning. So early on into meeting her again, he did not want to upset her in any way. Perhaps this was something he had to tread softly if he was going to tread it at all. "I very much doubt that," he replied. "if you were not so effective at taking care of yourself, would you still be here now?" A slight tone of curiousity and false worry colored his voice, and it lent to the appearance of caring. "You've gotten pretty far for someone who can't effectively take care of herself." As far as Hayate was concerned, Dione was alone; therefore, her making it this far meant she did it on her own. Accomplishments like that had to count for something, though she seemed not to mark it as such.

"It took everyone a lot to get here from wherever they came from, and that has to mean something," he said quietly, seemingly speaking to himself more than to her. The words were meant for her, though. His brow furrowed into various wrinkles as he thought about to himself, not wanting to express too many of his thoughts out loud unless he happened to be on the wrong track altogether.

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[info]audiomorbid
2009-02-03 04:06 pm UTC (link)
She could only nod, though Dione knew that she wasn't responsible for her survival. Her Father had been alive through some of the end, then her brother had been with her. However, she wasn't willing to discuss that right then. Her Father had died in his sleep. Part of her always wondered if he would have survived if they had been found sooner. There was no telling if that would have been the case or not. Would she have wanted him to survive to see this place and what terror it held for everyone? To know that though they had survived something terrible only to find a place supposedly peaceful was not so? No, maybe it was better the way that it had already happened rather than wishing for something different.

"Everyone came from somewhere else and most of them alone. I did only what is normal." A truth in a way. Though not everyone came to the haven alone; in fact, she had not come alone, she had been brought to this place by those who were out seeking survivors.

with a shake of her head, she seemed to push the thinking away. "I have not heard you in a while, how have you been?" Pleasantries, Dione always seemed to find her way back to the little pleasantries.

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[info]splitimpulse
2009-02-04 01:50 pm UTC (link)
“I suppose I’ve been okay,” Hayate told her, and finally it had come to a perfect place to say what he had been wanting to say without setting off any of wrong alarms in her head. The only ones he wanted to set off were the right ones. “A bit more worried than usual, though. A young friend of mine has been bothered by an older man. I don’t know much about him, save for his looks and name, but I don’t like him much. There seems something . . . off about him. I can’t quite put my finger on it.” Hayate let out a deep sigh, shaking his head at nothing in particular. “I am not sure what I can do about it. You would think something could be done about harassment, but I don’t think they have laws like that here.”

A weary smile took form on his face, though. His tone picked up some of his merriment again. He only needed to find an excuse to bring up the name. Either she would ask him, or he could inquire into her own life as of late. Perhaps she would bring up the name first. “But enough about me,” he said in a slightly playful tone. “What about you? What have you been up to lately? I imagine it’s been more entertaining than anything I have done.”

Hayate had his doubts that she would speak to him about Dante. After all, he was a man and not a woman and it was doubtful she would speak of him to Hayate if she happened to like him. However, her like of Dante would be a fun thing to break.

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[info]audiomorbid
2009-02-04 05:22 pm UTC (link)
"That certainly would be something to cause worry." Dione being one of those women who preferred above all things to generally be ignored would have found anyone harrassing her exceptionally hard to deal with. As far as the idea of there being laws against that sort of thing, Dione hadn't really thought too much about laws. There were murders and then there were deaths. She had only been around a short time when the death of a faun had caused there to be a curfew put on everyone. A curfew she thought had been lifted and now had been apparently reinstated, or at least so she thought.

If only she had been paying more attention perhaps she would have a better idea of what order things had gone in.

The question of what her life had been like recently was one that she almost didn't answer. After all, there was nothing truly happening in her life. Other than playing at the Wine Bar, she didn't really have a life. There was her and her brother and their seemingly constant fighting, but she didn't want to talk about Dexter. She and Dexter were a relationship that like many relationships involving some form of love did not stand up well to conversations with outside persons.

She shook her head in negation. "I doubt you would find it interesting. I play at the Bar. Went to dinner with a nice gentleman. Fought with the harpies. Nothing terribly out of place really." It all seemed so very mundane really. That was how she treated it, as if there was nothing important about it.

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[info]splitimpulse
2009-02-05 01:37 pm UTC (link)
The way in which she answered his question regarding her own life brought a chuckle out of the vampire's lips. Her life certainly was interesting as of late, not at all mudane, but it sounded as she thought differently of it. "I enjoy piano as well, and you think I would not find that interesting?" There was also the matter of the gentleman she had dinner with one night because it sounded as if that could have been Dante. Hayate had not seen the two of them at dinner together, though, so perhaps it was something he had missed or it was with someone else altogether.

"Not only that, but you have battled harpies. I was out of town when that happened, and I missed all of it. I can't tell whether that is a good or a bad thing." He smiled briefly, a bit disappointed he had not been around when the harpies came to town. Then again, he had slaughtered a number of them the night before and burned their hatchlings in the nest. It was not very nice of him, but he had more than enjoyed it. He, too, was answering her questions out of order this time. A few moments had passed before he pretended to remember the part about dinner with a nice gentleman.

"Ah, did you have a date?" Hayate inquired, and there might have been a slight teasing quality to his voice. Just because he was an older gentleman himself, even if he did not always look it, failed to mean he could not have a sense of humor along the way.

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[info]audiomorbid
2009-02-05 02:18 pm UTC (link)
Fighting with harpies would have been considered abnormal in most circles, except that they had attacked the town and thus they were to be considered essentially normal. After all, what use was panicking about them all over again? There was no use to it. Dione did have a tendency toward being pragmatic on the whole thing. It made life easier since panicking required energy that would be better spent on something else.

"Many people grow bored with speaking of the things that they are good at." Or began to take their talent for granted, either way it generally became old hat too quickly to remain the topic of conversation forever. Heaven knew she didn't care to talk about playing the piano all the time. She would rather actually be playing than talking about it. Then again, Dione didn't really like to talk for all that she could hold up her end of a conversation, she didn't really care to talk.

Whether or not him missing the harpy attack was a good or bad thing made her purse her lips and consider it a moment. "I suppose it depends on whether or not there was someone here you were supposed to be looking after and if that person was hurt by your absence. If you had no one who needed you, then it was good you missed it. If they did and you were not around, then it was bad." Dione herself knew that there was no one who she was responsible for and thus she would have preferred to miss it. Whereas Dexter considered her as someone he was supposed to be taking care of and he had missed it, making him feel guilty because she had been hurt in the attack. It all depended on circumstances and perspective. At least so she thought.

A date, she hadn't really thought about dinner in that term. It might have been a nice thought, but she didn't consider it such. "I don't think it was a date, Hayate." The thought made her blush just the same though as dating or even having dinner with someone outside of the family was not something that Dione did all that often. "Just dinner. One can go to dinner with someone without going on a date." Always the modest one, good thing she wasn't trying to talk about it in English. If she had tried, the words would have just stopped in her throat unwilling to proceed out of their mouth in the orderly fashion necessary to hold a conversation.

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[info]splitimpulse
2009-02-09 01:49 pm UTC (link)
Boredom was something Hayate understood all too well in many circumstances. Keeping one’s mind occupied could be quite the task, and he had a penchant for abnormal things. His true enjoyments were not exactly dinnertime discussion topics. Interestingly enough, he never found himself bored in Dione’s presence. It said something since normal people often bored him. Somehow, she had not managed to accomplish that yet.

Hayate raised his chin slightly as she spoke of whether or not there was anyone he needed to protect. As far as he knew, Chris and the Kitano family were all right. No one else came to mind, but it sobered up his mood somewhat to be reminded of potential harm as a result of the harpies. After all, he had aroused their anger. Should any of them have been hurt, the blame would have been on his hands. It was a strange feeling to deal with, whatever this was that her words stirred beneath the layers of apathy. Hayate did not recognize it. To him, it did not have a name — but it gnawed at him like dull teeth chewing their way through his stomach. His chin became firm, his voice taut. “No, I believe everyone was safe.” Dione did not have to ask in order to tell what he was thinking about, that something had bothered him.

However, the mood swung to more considerably happy tones when it came back to the topic of her dinner. Hayate turned to look at her as hey walked, a grin overtaking his features as he noticed the blush it caused upon her cheeks. “Oh, I’ve embarrassed you. I’m sorry,” he said. Although, according to his tone, he was not all that apologetic. Mostly, he was amused. “That’s true enough,” Hayate agreed. “What was the young man’s name?” It never hurt to pretend to be curious, even though he believed he knew what the answer would be without her proclaiming it.

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[info]audiomorbid
2009-02-09 04:44 pm UTC (link)
The fact that he took what she said seriously made her wonder if perhaps she should not have said what she did. Unfortunately, it was too late to take it back, so she was somewhat glad that the conversation moved on, even if she was a little flustered by this new discussion. What was appropriate to tell about the dinner that she went on? Hm. She'd never really been on a dinner or a date or whatever one wanted to call it, so she had few ideas on what she should or shouldn't say.

It seemed like an easy question. Who had she gone to dinner with? An easy question with an easy answer right? Still, she had a really bad thought that she was going to jinx it if she talked about it.

The blush that had crept up on her face didn't disappear. It only seemed to move up along her cheeks to her ears and disappear into her hair. He had embarrassed her if only because she had no idea how to handle the situation and she really did like Dante. However, she refused to just not answer the question. That would be impolite.

"Is it important?" Her reluctance was in the way she hung her head, her hair moving to hide her ears. "His name is Dante." One could certainly see it as funny that she liked Dante but was holding hands with Hayate, but considering that Dione had a tendency to hold hands with everyone because it made things easier for her. "It was kinda nice."

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[info]splitimpulse
2009-02-12 12:54 pm UTC (link)
“No, it’s not important, but I figure we are just making conversation and there is nothing wrong with talking about what we have been up to lately. Well, unless it’s terribly private, but a dinner with a friend does not rank too high on the privacy scale, I believe.” It was an honest enough excuse, and Hayate also was attempting to bring some humor to the topic in order to lighten up her mood. He could tell she was embarrassed, which struck him as a very interesting development. If she was embarrassed, it was entirely possible that she liked Dante. It could make this all the more easier or harder, depending on just how stubborn the young woman happened to be underneath it all.

In truth, it was very important to Hayate if the name was the one he was looking for today. How much easier it would be if she mentioned the name first rather than him. It was less suspicious, and all the more realistic for him to react negatively in the type of manner that people responded to.

Then, she gave his name. It was just the name he was looking for from her. Hayate stilled suddenly, their walk paused from his new choice of action. His hand seemed to loosen its hold on hers, but it did not let it go. Discomfort quickly grew to flood the air around them, and Hayate found some measure within him to speak. It was a good act; some might say great. “Dante?” he asked quietly, and at first he appeared to be scared, although it was clear he was not. He was upset. “Dante Donovan?” Hayate inquired, mentioned the man’s full name.

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[info]audiomorbid
2009-02-12 02:47 pm UTC (link)
He was right, friends talked about the things that friends did and it wasn't a date so there was really nothing to be embarrassed about right? Not that she could convince herself to stop feeling that flush in her face at the thought. For all that she grew up in what could be called a large city, Dione was still very country in her behavior toward somethings. Oncoming traffic was easy, making small talk, well that might as well have been an Olympic event and she was just minor league. "If you say so." When in doubt, don't disagree. However, her words were not necessarily an agreement either. More like that very delicate line between the two that one toed when they were trying not to give offense in anyway.

Her reaction to him stilling so suddenly was to wonder if something was wrong. A concern that she voiced. "Is something wrong?" There was something off about his actions, very off, and he seem to find Dante's name interesting enough to repeat. "Hayate, are you all right?"

It was always easy to see concern on her face. She wore it well and genuinely. Dione could ignore reality with the best of them, but for the moment, she was caught up in the act.

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[info]splitimpulse
2009-02-15 10:57 pm UTC (link)
Hayate was silent for a moment, pretending to calm himself down from a bad reaction that did not actually exist. He still held onto her hand and chanced not to let it go, not even if he was pretending to be upset. It could be taken as offense towards her, and that was not something that he wanted Dione to think. “Dante,” Hayate began slowly, his voice grave as he spoke of the other man, “was the man who has been harassing my friend, a friend that is very much like you and minds her own business and does nothing to incite anyone’s anger.” The vampire took a deep staged breath. “He’s been stalking and scaring.”

Finally, he turned to look at Dione. Even though she could not see his face, he acted out the part of the worried friend as well in every way imaginable needed for a perfect performance. Hayate could also see the concern written on the young woman’s features and took it to heart that she would listen to him. The important part was not to make himself sound displeased with her in any way due to her company with Dante. It would be easy for him.

“Dione, he is a dangerous man. Even if you have been trying to be a friend of his, he is no good. No good can come of it.” However, he knew how to stay on his own ground. “It’s none of my business to tell you what to do with your life, but . . . at least be careful.”

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[info]audiomorbid
2009-02-16 08:14 am UTC (link)
Of all the reactions that Dione had while he spoke, none of them were terribly suspicious. Dione just wasn't the type to be suspicious of people. Shy, completely, but not suspicious. Once she made 'friends' she trusted them. It gave her one less thing to worry about. However, now she had one friend speaking against another friend and she wasn't sure what on earth she was to do with that. Did she take Hayate at his word or believe her own interactions with Dante? Or was it possible that her interactions with Dante had gone as well as they did because he was stalking her also? It was all too much to take in. Given her lack of sophistication in dealing with things that went on between people, she didn't say anything for a while. However, she also didn't attempt to break the contact between them. It really did look like she simply stopped to think.

Simple people come to simple solutions about things. That could probably be why Dione arrived at the solution that she came up with in the end. "I'll be careful," was what she told Hayate, but the truth was she was going to ask Dante exactly what Hayate was talking about. They were both her friends and if there was an misunderstanding between them over another girl that was all well and good, it could be sorted out. If there was something else going on, well, she needed to know about that too. Or maybe she didn't, but that didn't hurt her resolve in the least to ask about this other person and find out why she was being (figuratively) kept in the dark. Besides, it was being a good friend to help heal breaches between people, right?

They had reached her destination, she could tell from the sound and the smell. Undoubtedly both of those would be stronger for Hayate, but Dione could pick them up a bit to know where she was. "Are you coming in?" She wouldn't mind his continued company, though she also didn't want to keep him from his own day if he had things to do.

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[info]splitimpulse
2009-02-17 03:42 pm UTC (link)
Despite the act he was putting on in order to pass along the information, Hayate was not lying. He spoke truthfully about Dante, but perhaps he was too lenient on the other man. He knew what Dante was, knew him far more intimately than this young lady, and knew very well what the wolf was capable of: kidnapping, torture, and violence being the most frightening of the lot. Of course, Hayate knew these qualities all too well because he, too, was much like the man in question. They were both fierce predators, roaming this countryside as they looked for their next kill or their next prize. Dione was being targeted as a prize, and many times prizes ended up dead.

All of this was best no spoken so frankly, though, and Hayate kept the information he delved at a minimum. Dione need only know the bare minimum in order to be chased away from Dante. Those were Hayate’s hopes, and maybe he could work more openly on it later. First, the seed of distrust needed to be planted into her mind.

“Whatever you do, do not speak of this out loud,” Hayate said. He looked her in the eyes as he spoke. “Especially not to Dante. I fear you do not know him as well as you may think. I, too, was his friend once.” Well, that was a lie — or maybe not entirely. Hayate and the wolf had gotten along okay before the incident with Chris. “I just do not think it is best.” As long as she said she would be careful, then Hayate could leave it be for now and see what happened. She seemed the type to watch herself if she knew she needed to do so.

“I must go for now, but I hope you have fun,” he revealed. He released her hand, bowed his head slightly in her direction. “I hope you have a good day.”

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[info]audiomorbid
2009-02-18 09:58 am UTC (link)
"And you as well." Dione wondered what it was that had brought this unhappiness between them. Her mind wanted to chalk it up to Hayate's other friend, the one that Dante was supposed to have harassed. Was it possible that the whole thing was a blown up misunderstanding? It was possible, and though it was none of her business, she wanted to know the truth of it.

The fact that they had once been friends made it seem more plausible really. After all, why did friends fall out but over misunderstandings, it was one of those things that happened in friendships. Not that she really had much actual practice with having friendships to know that there were a lot of other things that could easily destroy the fragile trust strung between two people.

Her motion to tap the edge of the single step up required to get into the Wine Bar was slow. Maybe it was because of the heaviness on her mind. Whatever it was, it wouldn't keep her from finding solace in her music, as normal. That was her life, one musical interlude after another.

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