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chaos_vincent (chaos_vincent) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-23 15:30:00

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complete, day 12, katara, vincent valentine

A Gargoyle in the Night...
Who: Vincent and Katara
What: A Fateful Meeting under a full moon.
When: Day 12 late evening
Where: Near the Barn
Rating: PG
Status: Complete

Vincent Valentine was not there, the following night when Katara came looking for him. The Water bender would see his place rather empty, and perhaps be disturbed to note that it looked almost like the laboratory scene had been. Slightly different of course, as it was a training ground of some kind, but, the same general feel. The walls were steel, the air felt sterile, lifeless. Not like the Forest of the Ancients had been, filled with light and a seeming life, whether it be in the air around them or in the ground. There had been something about that place that had seemed right for Vincent, whereas this was merely... devoid. Of anything. Alas, if the water bender could have known his mood, she would have realized that it reflected it perfectly.

He had left the previous night, and not bothered to return. Now that the next evening had come and gone, Vincent was well aware of the fatigue in his muscles. However he was also aware that there was not nearly what there should have been. The training session he'd had with himself during the midst of the day time had taught him that. Whatever Hojo had done to implant the monsters in his body had also changed this form as well, making it stronger, tougher... but more importantly faster and more agile. Vincent could move now like a master gymnast, and leap as if he were still the galian beast.

And it seemed as strange as these powers were, they were natural talents. They seemed to improve the more he used them, though what help they would be on a planet where Vincent didn't have to worry about killing anyone, he wasn't entirely certain. But if he managed to find a way back to Katara's world, or to his own, they would definately come in handy, as one thing had become clear in Vincent's mind. He had a score to settle with Hojo. Even thinking about it now, made the beast stir slightly inside of himself, but he forced it down.

It was all he had left to look forward to, really, a revenge against the one who had done this to him, the one who had taken everything from him. Vincent still believed that all of this had been deserved by his inaction for helping Lucrecia. But as he thought on it more he realized that if he was going to hell, Hojo deserved to come with him. At one time Vincent hadn't wanted to believe in evil in the world, but now he was somewhat convinced that sometimes... sometimes the Lifestream came together in someone wrong... maybe it was a rare congretation of evil pieces of several people, or maybe it was just something about them that made them twisted... Vincent could only hope for the latter, as killing Hojo might redistribute that back into the Lifestream to go into another...

Feeling the hour was near midnight, Vincent turned in the direction of where his room had been, or was, depending on how one looked at it. Katara still had the key to get in, but Vincent didn't really care. He didn't imagine that he'd be back there unless there were dire circumstances for it. He perhaps should have left a note for the water bender, something to say goodbye. But there would be time enough for that when he found the way back to her own home world, to where she could be with the one she wanted to be.

A dull ache filled Vincent as he thought about it, and his black gloved hand raised up to clech at the fabric of his dark shirt which covered his chest, and was in turn covered itself by the long mantle that he wore. Thinking about Katara still, hurt. Badly.

With a soft growl he leapt up on top of the building that he was walking past, flying through the air as if he were almost weightless, his feet coming down to land on the slanted tiles of the Barn as if he were a mountain goat, for there was no wobble in his balance as he planted, only a cold glance around to make sure he was the only one on up so high. Not that he really expected there would be someone stalking him, but he'd learned to be cautious over the years, and the last time he'd forgotten to be, Hojo had shot him.

Walking numbly towards the top of the roof he perched at the peak of it, near the edge of the building, staring out into the darkness, his eyes scanning desperately for some type of a portal, some way back. The sooner he did that, the sooner he could find Katara's portal and forget about her, drown himself in his own revenge and let it consume him like an angry blaze gone out of control.

As the soft wind brushed past his cheek he bowed his head into the folds of his mantle. The way it tickled his skin reminded him of the gentle way Katara had touched his face, how her fingers had entwined in his long raven hair. The smell of her skin so close to him... the feeling of her soft lips pressed against his own. It was all in his head, but he felt a warmth there, a soft glow of rememberance of what had been, of what might be, if things had turned out differently. But to go down that path was madness, to let himself fall into a land of fantasies about a girl he could never have.

The cool night air kicked up then and Vincent's cloak swept around the back of him, flying in the breeze. He leaned over the edge of the roof, his left hand, covered in the golden claw that he wore, gripping it tightly, his body crouched over the edge of it like a gargoyle looking out into the night.

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chaos_vincent
2008-08-24 02:30 am UTC (link)

As Vincent saw her staring at him, he almost wanted to glance over his shoulder to make sure there was nothing behind him. But no, she was looking at him this time, the real form that he had been born with... of sorts, anyway. His hair had grown wildly, probably due to the same cells in his body which caused him to transform into monsters, though there was no real way of being sure anymore. Vincent couldn't tell where the monster ended and he began... it was now simply...himself. Monster and all. But he bore a fairer face now, pale, which almost shone in the moonlight the way that the trees had glowed in the forest of the Ancients at Katara.

He'd not meant to scare her with his jump. Had he known the awe inspired thoughts that the water bender had when she saw him, he would have perhaps flushed with embarassment at them. It'd just seemed the simplest way to get down to her, and it was something he'd been practicing during the day. Moving his body in ways that he didn't used to be able to, moving at speeds which were inhuman, another monsterous capability of his. There was a strength too, that was beyond what he had been... and the healing. He'd cut himself just to see if the healing properties of the Galian Beast were inside of him in this form, and it had healed moments later. The only thing Vincent found as a downside of what he had become was the beast, and the fact that Hojo would likely be proud of his creation.

When he landed he realized instantly he'd landed too close to her, and that it'd been too sudden of a movement. The Water bender's head was tilted back and she stumbled into him, only to be caught in those powerful arms. She smelled lightly of sea salt and the sand, and were she not who she was, Vincent might have truly noticed and been slightly put off by the smell. But when you were attracted to someone the little details tended to melt away when presented with the bigger picture. And in this case, the bigger picture was obvious.

She was in his arms, again.

But it was different this time. Before she'd been sobbing, upset, hurt, and he'd felt guilty. He still felt guilty in a way, for taking pleasure in this simple act, though he didn't say a word about it to her. It was hard enough to admit it to himself. She might notice though, that his hand was actually pressed flat against her stomach in a way that was perhaps more driven by subconscious desire rather than a need to steady the girl in his arms. But he didn't notice it, didn't think about the way his touch might have effected her, because she herself was effecting him.

Her back turned to him, his head instinctively went down slightly, and inhaled too softly for her to hear. Beneath the smell of the salt and the ocean she smelled like he remembered, a natural scent that was alluring yet impossible to describe. It was simply the scent of Katara, and that was that. A smell all unto her own. He felt his eyes draw closed at that, and the desire to bury his face into the back of her hair, to hold her tight against himself became almost unbearable at that moment... but this... this was wrong.

As she processed the words that he spoke to her, he felt her stiffen and pull away slightly the way that he knew she would. Perhaps that was one of the reasons why he had leapt so far, to show her that he was a different creature now, that he was okay without her help... that she had... fixed him. But had she, really? In a way he could have done none of this without her and yet in a way he was more broken than he had been before he met her. He heard her turn around to face him, seeing him there still with his eyes closed.

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