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

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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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chaos_vincent
2008-08-30 02:19 am UTC (link)

Vincent smiled back a little at Katara's knowledge. "Milk or creme works better than rice though," he countered almost playfully. "But they serve it on top of rice, so it's not usually that hot... and I'm don't usually enjoy milk." Vincent actually debated on seeing if they had a nice wine here, but he decided it would probably not go well with curry. Maybe for an after dinner drink, it would be alright, however. Something to think about, certainly. Talking food was almost fun with Katara, especially giving her a little competitive nudge with knowledge of spicy foods. He could still avidly remember his first experience trying Wutai fire noodles. It was a shame to think that now the peace talks with them and the west were starting to break down... or had been, in his time, anyway.

And then came the dour talk about Vincent's past. He didn't really know what to tell Katara, what he could say to make her understand. That he killed people for money? It wasn't exactly as straight forward as that. The Turks were sort of a 'odd job' sort of group. Sometimes they would be sent on hits, sometimes they would go after known spies from Wutai who'd managed to infiltrate Midgar or Junon. And sometimes they would be sent on escort duty. Though in Vincent's case it'd been more because he'd started to protest their actions, it was considered something of a demotion, even though guarding Lucrecia had been one of the happiest times of his life... until he'd come here.

"A gunman..." Vincent blinked and realized that Katara probably had no idea what a gun really was. He reached to his side almost instinctively, but his gun was gone, as he was't wearing his normal outfit but a suit. He paused and tried to think of the best way to describe it. She was from a place that seemed tribal, so they probably had some projectiles... "Someone who weilds a gun. A gun...it's... like a bow and arrow... or a crossbow if you have them there. It's a machine, and it fires pieces of metal fast enough that they can puncture several inches deep, even into stone..." he said, and looked away, knowing that he'd given her the flowery sort of interpretation of a gunman. The reality was far less glamorous.

"But... in truth I was basically an assassin." he said, and looked down. He wasn't overly proud of what he'd been, and he knew that admitting that would mean that Katara would probably look at him in a different way, but... he wouldn't lie to her. She could decide that she was going to hate him for it, but he wasn't going to deny what he'd been, what, in truth, a part of him still was, in a way. Sure, he'd been guarding Lucrecia, but as he'd been practicing it became apparent the old skills were still there. He'd been an amazing marksman, the top of his class. The leader of the turks had once joked that Vincent probably could have shot the wings off of a fly.

Vincent perked up a little when she started talking about herself, his crimson eyes content to stare at her as she spoke, watching her intently, her voice and her smiling face filling up his entire being. She'd lead a wonderful life from the sounds of it, and Vincent was envious. Not traveling had been something he'd always regretted about his choice not to follow in his father's footsteps. He had often, after Grimoire had died, found himself in a dirty hotel room, staking out an enemy of the state, dreaming of the ice of the northern continent, or the forest of the Ancients.

Supposedly, according to his father, somewhere in the south there was a temple of the Ancients, where their society spent it's last days. Supposedly the protectors of the planet entombed their spirits there to safeguard the most dangerous weapons known to man. Vincent wasn't sure if it was true or not, but a small part of him had wanted to go exploring, try to find that lost temple that he knew his Father would have given his right arm to have found.

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