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Katara of the Southern Water Tribe ([info]k_waterbender) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-08-29 15:52:00

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Entry tags:complete, day 13, katara, vincent valentine

Day Thirteen
Who: Katara and Vincent Valentine
What: Food Consumption and Dancing
Where: The Restaurant to start
When: Day 13 ; Evening
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete

After a morning of self training with a staff, and an uncomfortable afternoon with a man who gave her the creeps, Katara was finally able to relax… a bit. Her nerves were still buzzing uncomfortably around her lithe figure, making her nervous, whenever she thought of Vincent.

As evening drew closer, Katara decided she wanted to dress nicer than usual. She didn’t expect her evening to consist of anything pressing. That was probably why Katara chose to dress in robes rather than her usual Water Tribe attire. She hadn’t really been thinking about what she was going to wear, but she figured she wouldn’t be doing anything that required a lot of mobility. Therefore, the waterbender figured she could wear something that wouldn’t aid in movement. After a quick bath to wash away that day’s dirt and dust and sweat, she dressed.

First she wrapped a simple, light red robe around her person. Then she slipped her arms through the quarter length sleeves of the outer robe that billowed out only by a couple of inches, and wrapped the light fabric around herself. It extended to the floor, though it barely dragged against it. There were slits up the sides to her mid-thigh that revealed the under robe. Upon her feet she wore a pair of sandals that looked nice with the deep red of the fabric and the lighter red of the trim. Around trim, flowing designs were embroidered in black. About her throat she wore a golden chain. Her hair was styled half up into a bun, clasping it with a red and golden clip, while two loops of hair were attached to that, and the rest of her hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back.

Once the sun had set she sought out a golem to direct her to wherever Vincent might be. They moved silently, unspeaking over the grounds. Katara was led through the trees at a quicker rate than her eyes could adjust to the sudden shadows, and she had to hold her robe up to keep from slipping on it. The moonlight shone through the trees to light the way, but the deeper into the forest they went, the thicker the trees became, and the shadows darkened. The golem moved at a swift pace, never really allowing for a moment’s pause so she could adjust to the dim lighting. Somehow, though, Katara felt herself grow more anxious, as if she knew they were near to Vincent.

Eventually, the trees began to thin again so she could finally see a bit. As soon as Katara caught sight of Vincent, the golem departed. She knew he saw her, too. The trees were thinner here, but, for what reason, had yet to be discernable. All she knew was that the moonlight filtered through the trees, casting eerie shadows over them both, but she wasn’t afraid. There was nothing to fear while he was around. Except your reactions… The waterbender thought. She swallowed. She did feel a bit nervous, and her belly filled with dragonflies that flew around, knocking uncomfortably against her organs. She walked toward him until she was only a few feet away, and his crimson eyes were visible to her silver optics.

“Ha-have you eaten at all today?” Katara asked, her brows creased in question. As far as she knew, he rarely ate anything, and she’d never seen him eat- even when she’d cooked for him. A not-wholly-unpleasant shiver wound its way up her spine at the thought of what actually had happened that night, but she stuffed it down. He would deteriorate away into nothing if he didn’t eat, and she’d promised him that first night they’d met that she wouldn’t allow that to happen. “Come eat something with me. The food here is really good.” She extended her hand toward him, motioning for him to go with her. It sounded like an offer, but she didn’t intend to take ‘no’ for an answer.



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[info]chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 02:04 am UTC (link)
"My mom died when I was young, and after that he wasn't really the same. He traveled alot... sometimes I got to go with him, but... most of the time I spent fending for myself..." This whole thing felt awkward, but when he looked up he could see Katara watching him, and he felt obligated to continue, if just for her. "When I graduated college, I joined the Turks..." He winced a little at that. "They were a group of secret police working for Shinra Electric Company, the biggest company on the planet. I was basically... a hired gunman. My father didn't agree with my choice, and we had a big fight about it... A couple of years later he died working on some experiment with... Dr. Crescent." If Katara watched closely she would see the same pain in Vincent's eyes that he got when she'd rejected him, only it wasn't as sharp. There was still something there, but it was something Vincent had put behind him in a way, not something fresh and raw as the girl in front of him.

"All they told me was it was classified. And even working in their secret police I didn't have the clearance to see the file on him. Eventually, after he was gone I began to realize he was right about what I'd been doing... but the Turks aren't the sort of organization you just... quit. Instead, they assigned me to guard Doctor Crescent, who was working with... Hojo..." It was hard not to spit the man's name, "on experiments which supposedly would heal the world..."

He trailed off at that point. Going into the whole Sephiroth affair wouldn't make good dinner conversation, and the rest was more or less filled with pain anyway. When he finally looked up at Katara it was only in slight glances, not really sure what to say after all of that.

"S-so... ah... What did you do before you came here?" He asked, hoping his question wasn't as awkward for her as hers was for him.

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