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Gideon Theophilus Unterkoffer (giddyinthesky) wrote in light_of_may,
@ 2010-01-13 20:06:00

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2009-06-29

Who: Gideon and Caliban
When: A little before midnight
Where: Not so far from Shimmer

So late, there weren't many people around, just a few college students or folks on night shifts taking breaks or heading out to the clubs and bars nearby, though on a Monday night that was pretty slow. Gideon didn't mind the lack of an audience. He played a little quieter, but not much. It wasn't like anyone was trying to sleep around here. Gideon's sour mood from earlier in the night had sunk into a sort of quiet, dull introspection. He wasn't paying a lot of attention to his fingers, and he wasn't really bothering to sing. His voice wasn't exactly tired. It didn't wear out the way a mortal's might, but he started to feel a little strained and tired. He'd probably head home soon, while not thinking at all about all the niggling doubts and little heartaches that had been plaguing him lately. Bed would be pretty good pretty soon, especially since he was a little hungry. And nothing to do about that until tomorrow.

So his fingers picked out the Rolling Stones slowly, the chords so familiar it didn't require a moment's real thought to strum out the songs. Gideon sat under a streetlight. It was habit. The fuzzy, yellowish glow made his hair glimmer like rose gold and turned his papery complexion almost ruddy, making the colors on his batik shirt and bandanna pop sharply. He couldn't feel the heat, but the muggy night left him slightly damp and a bit wilted, but with the slightly cooler night air he just seemed rather languid. As he ran through "Black," humming slightly, his foot tapped out the rhythm. The song as familiar as his own heartbeat helped keep him grounded and didn't let him retreat into all his petty little woes, depressing as the lyrics were. A very slight breeze blew a lock of hair into his face.

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dangerous2know
2010-01-14 11:36 am UTC (link)

Work was over, and he was headed home. Or, well, to what served as his lair for the moment. Maybe soon there would be something a little bit better, but the wages and the tips he got weren't going to cut it for much while he was so new to the job. Perhaps, of course, it was better to keep a low profile anyway, what with Master being so close by. . . They still had not pinpointed the Vampire's exact location, but his instincts told him to be deeply, deeply wary and ever alert. There did not need to be another surprise attack against him - even if he knew Master's intent was not to destroy him, as it was his own to destroy the age-old Vampire, but to keep him as a pet once more. He shivered with the rage which ran through him, and kicked it down as hard as he could. Soon, he would be in his own realm, and he could ply his emotions as he would. For right then, however, on the open street - he knew it was better not to give in to what he longed to do. Calming down wasn't very easy, but there were ways to keep it under control. He thought of the most relaxing song he could muster up, first. Enya's 'May It Be' came to mind almost immediatly, and he almost laughed at himself for it. Slowly, as he continued to walk towards where he resided for the time being, his mood began to even up. By the end of the thought invoked tune, he was humming it to himself and his mood was down so low that he had noticed how tired he felt.

Song closed, he yawned softly and stopped to stretch a moment. He closed his eyes, and let his senses open up a little. The ever-alert, deeply wary nervousness which was his usual nature was still on point, of course. It was then that he heard someone strumming out a Rolling Stones tune. The rendition was rather well played, granted, and he walked nearer towards the source to get a better listen and a look at whoever was performing. Not to mention to catch the ever important scent, of course! Ah, and when he'd caught that, he stood his ground and had to hold back a growl. Vampire! Wasn't it just his luck? Still, it was not the Vampire he was after. Too bad. So sad.

He continued with his walking then, growing ever closer to the one who respulsed him simply from being as he was. Caliban kept his steps even and his pulse and temper as low as possible. After all, he had to be reasonable. The times were so much more. . civil, weren't they? He could not afford to be aggressive, there was no true right for it. How that made his beast growl within his soul! So, it was due towards the want to be socially correct that he stopped to take a better listen to the 'man' strumming away in the warmth of the evening. A hope blossomed within him that his inner hostility did not show in his eyes, but it was pitiful bloom indeed.

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giddyinthesky
2010-01-14 06:28 pm UTC (link)

Gideon didn't interrupt his playing when he heard someone approach. Calm as the night was, he was in a city street. Passerby were a given. He looked over, though a bit before Caliban actually stopped to listen. Gideon's ears weren't really any better than a human's, but his nose was excellent and trained through forty years of dealing directly and constantly with weres. Big felid predator. He couldn't get anything more specific than that. Gideon knew individuals by scent and the general sort of were he was confronting, but unless he someday met a were fruit bat, he doubted he'd be able to pick out precisely what they became. Though the idea of a were fruit bat entertained him. He didn't smile just now, though. No matter how many werelions and tigers he'd been friendly with, the little prey critter that lived in his head found predators, particularly cats, unnerving. Luna House vampires were supposedly not ruled by their alternate form to anything like the extent that weres seemed to be, but Gideon liked his small share of instincts too well to fight them.

So he looked up. The man he spotted didn't seem to mean him any harm, and despite the outting of supernatural creatures, he knew better than to open with "oh, hello werecat of some kind" on an open street. So Gideon just managed a small smile as he played to the end of his song. He couldn't tell if the man was born or bitten, and if bitten he was one of Gideon's special charges. And whether or not he'd been born, Gideon got along better with weres than any other sort of creature, including and particularly other vampires. He played to the end of the song without looking at his fingers and let the guitar rest. Liqin had been singing a while now. He gave the neck of the guitar a reassuring pat before he stretched a bit. "Hey. Nice night." His voice was too low for his small body, a bit hoarse and dripping with Dixie honey, the musical, twangy tones of Kentucky hills. Just giving the man a chance to say hello if he wanted to. He knew his vampiric nature was as clear to a were's nose as a were's was to his. No hiding for him.

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dangerous2know
2010-01-16 07:24 pm UTC (link)

"Hello, and I suppose." Caliban rumbled out, allowing his own deep voice to remain even. He was watching the Vampire carefully. So far, nothing seemed to be out of place - though he made sure to keep all of his senses on alert. After all, if Master were waiting in the wings somewhere, knowing Caliban would have been distracted by the music, he didn't want to give the abhorred Vampire his opening. There were too many things at risk, weren't there? Too many others depending upon him. Well, enough for him to worry after their safety. He was sure what Master would try to do to his friends from the Brotherhood once he'd captured his mark. He would not allow a chance for rescue if he could help it. A small shiver of anger at the very thought of it all passed through him, and he tilted his head slowly to try to mask it.

"You are very talented at guitar." He stated, not daring to come closer to the one he was speaking with. Still, he would use the one before him as a distraction to all the other thoughts in his head. There was no malice here, no real fear of capture and doom - at least, not thus far. "It was very enjoyable, to hear you play." As it was very nearly mechanical to hear his own voice. Ah! He felt like a fool!

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giddyinthesky
2010-01-17 12:52 am UTC (link)

Gideon shrugged. "Aw, hey, I ain't got no special talent. S'just practice. Not, like, the kinda spark an artist's got." Knee-jerk humility was one of his many rather silly habits, quite as annoying to many as bragging would be. Gideon was rather fond of the idea of genius, of people who took so naturally to their chosen task that they danced or played as easily as they breathed. Not that he had any such deep-seated talent himself. Everything came hard to Gideon, a long, slow struggle that only native stubbornness could force him through.

He smiled at the boy. "Just passable." He waved it off. The layers of suspicion the were was aiming at him were completely invisible to Gideon. He always took people at face value unless they made it absolutely impossible. As far as he could tell, he was making another of those friends who'd be gone in a few hours, another nice new acquaintance.

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