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Edward (shear_innocence) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-02 00:31:00

Current music:	Don McClean- "Crossroads"
Entry tags:	!complete, day 06, edward scissorhands, location: barn, nymphadora tonks

Nothing to Forget, and I've Got Nothing To Regret
Who: Edward Scissorhands and Nymphadora Tonks
What: Arrival Thread
Where: Near the barn
When: Day 6, morning
Rating: PG to start
Status: Complete

Edward was never cold. Even though it was freezing and it looked like snow, the creature that raised himself hesitantly on what looked like a formidable set of razorblades did not feel temperature change. He was confused, though... he had gone to sleep in his fireplace, and it had been too warm for ice to stay unmelted for long. A little thrill of excitement ran up Edward's spine, thinking of how beautiful he could make this place look if he had enough ice together at once.

The wild-haired, leather-clad young man then turned his attention to the situation at hand. It was odd that he hadn't worried immediately that he was somewhere other than where he'd thought he was, but Edward often lost track of where he was. It was part of his innocent perception of the here and now, and he knew well enough that impossible things could happen.

He glanced at the woman on the ground nearby. She looked like she was asleep, but a terrible dread gripped Edward. He had seen his father like this, and the rigid unresponsiveness had meant that he would never move again. But almost immediately, Edward was distracted by her bright pink hair. What wonderful hair... he'd never seen anything like it. Bending down, he quietly, happily began trimming the edges with scissors that were, in actuality, his hands.

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shear_innocence
2009-05-02 08:58 am UTC (link)

Edward was, perhaps, the only person that the sound of rapidly moving scissors wouldn't wake under most circumstances. Considering their movement was as natural to him as nervous habits were to most people. Even in his moment of apprehension and wide-eyed fear of contact with someone he didn't know, he couldn't help glancing down at the bits of hair clinging to the blades on his hands.

He heard her saying strange words, with an accent and using rough language he had never heard. As she rose and seemed to be looking for something, and then started to approach him, Edward was torn between a desire to run and a desire to walk towards her. He started to run,not very quickly, his stiff legs tottering and stilted. It had been a long time since he'd seen people, and his understanding of them was that they were heartless and strange. That they turned on what they misunderstood. The thought that this woman would try to hurt him was frightening.

But even more frightening was the thought that she would leave him alone. He stopped running; she was on his heels anyway.

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polymorphic
2009-05-02 12:57 pm UTC (link)

Funny, because once she heard the man with scissors speak, he'd be the one to have the accent. Her accent was really only the colour of which part of London she lived in. Either way, she was continuing on following him, but once the manner of his walk was observed, her movements sort of complemented them. He wasn't running away from her in that adversarial sort of way. More like..well, more like he was afraid of her!

Funny, that. Unable to help herself, a small smile ticked up the corner of her mouth. Then he stopped. And it was sort of now or never. "Not gonna hurt you, then. I was just.." Pause. The man didn't have scissors, now that she was closer and could see him better. He was scissors! "Cripes!" Tonks was kind of unable to contain that. Then she continued with her thought. "Erm. I was wondering if you saw a stick? Bout yay long.." Hands moved to measure the length, "Really smooth and light?"

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shear_innocence
2009-05-03 12:59 am UTC (link)

Edward's legs, not made for running, had given up their attempt, but it seemed as if the woman did not bear him any ill will. She reminded Edward of another woman, in a way... but younger, and... clearly... with pink hair. That aspect of her still fascinated Edward.

He flinched slightly, his scissors fluttering in what seemed to be a thrusting little gesture of timid defense, at the woman's utterance. Then, she started asking about a stick. Edward tilted his head, looking troubled, before turning towards a sapling over his left shoulder. Carefully, he trimmed a branch close to the dimensions the young woman had described, letting it fall softly to his feet. He looked up hopefully.

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polymorphic
2009-05-03 01:08 am UTC (link)

"Oh, I didn't mean it! Just..yanno.." It wasn't exactly like she saw something like that. And Tonks was trying to figure it out. "Is it a Transfiguring spell..?" Gone wrong? But she didn't ask that part, because he was cutting a branch for her.

She let dark eyes fall to the ground, smiling both in curiosity and appreciation. Then looked back up, "Thanks for the thought! But the one I'm looking for is a mite particular. Made of maple wood?"

She paused, tilting her head. "I'm Tonks." Said by way of introduction.

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shear_innocence
2009-05-03 01:41 am UTC (link)

Edward had no idea what a "transfiguring spell" might be, or anything about the woman, really. She seemed friendly, at the very least, and Edward wanted some of her vibrancy to rub off on him and become his.

He began scanning the ground, finding several other sticks, picking them up one by one and either snapping them in half or seeing them roll ineffectively out of his unwieldy hands. Frustrated, he gave up.

"Tonks... I'm Edward..." Edward said, his voice small from over fifty years of disuse since Kim's departure.

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polymorphic
2009-05-03 01:50 am UTC (link)

"It's okay! I'll find it eventually, I reckon. Not like I haven't lost it before." Granted, the last time she lost her wand was when it was in her flat simply buried underneath the mess that she called her clothing. But she was trying to keep positive here. Thinking about the fact of not having her wand in a strange place would have made her wonky without the optimism. A step was taken closer and she was tugging at her hair again.

"Wotcher, Edward! And nice work, by the by. Feels good. I'll have to keep it in mind." For another style when she had the inclination. He spoke so softly that she wanted to keep the chipperness to make sure that he would be calm and okay. "Don't reckon that you know where we are, do you?" This was asked as she looked around them. There was the forest, and a barn. But she couldn't hear anyone actually in the barn..Mm.

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shear_innocence
2009-05-03 01:57 am UTC (link)

Edward still wondered what was so significant about a stick. The woman seemed flustered enough to miss it, but resigned and optimistic enough to let the search go for a bit more time. It was a strange, perky attitude... another thing that reminded the timid thing of Peg Boggs.

He took a quavery, stiff step backwards to match her step forward, but stopped his retreat after only that much. His face brightened slightly, acquiring a pale smile, when she mentioned her haircut. Finally, a familiar reaction! People were usually happy to get their hair cut by him. "Don't... know..." he answered in the same small voice, piecing together words again. He hadn't needed language for a long time, and now it seemed that he'd have to remember it again.

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polymorphic
2009-05-03 02:06 am UTC (link)

She was studying him, head tilted again to one side. One of her favourite past times was, of course, people watching. Whether it was because of her ability to shapeshift, or simple curiosity was debatable. Likely a combination of the two. "I'm partial to short hairstyles, rather. So I'm always looking for something new."

She mixed in pleasant company with business easy as you please. "Mm. Maybe something in the barn will tell us where we are?" Hand motioned that they should go over and check. "Where are you from?"

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shear_innocence
2009-05-03 02:14 am UTC (link)

Edward was, indeed, quite the subject for people-studiers to indulge their habit in. With his shock of wild hair, his softly human eyes, his chalky, scarred face, and the jutting angles and metal everywhere else, he was certainly an odd creature. He continued to smile as she praised his work on her hair, even though she hadn't asked for it first like everyone else.

He nodded slowly, following her as they started towards the barn. When she asked where he was from, though, it was clearly the type of question that threw the toddling, leather-clad humanoid into a bit of confusion. After some careful consideration, Edward finally said, "The mansion on the mountain... my Father made me there."

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polymorphic
2009-05-03 02:23 am UTC (link)

She liked odd, truth be told. And very much liked his hair. It looked fun! But the eyes, they were something else. Tonks turned her head to look at Edward, considering his answer. "Your father made you there?" Automatically, her brain went to that place. You know, that he was conceived in that mansion. But after a minute, the witch realised that he meant it. Literally.

She was still looking at him as they walked. And she wasn't paying attention to where she was walking. That was why Tonks kicked something on the ground. Two somethings. And flailed a little in her tripping over whatever she kicked.

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shear_innocence
2009-05-03 10:35 am UTC (link)

Of course, Edward's own mind was nothing but heartbreakingly literal. Of course he had meant "made", in the realest sense possible. He meant from scratch, and as it was fairly obvious he wasn't human or very experienced in the ways of the world, the revelation was surprising for most people but not overly shocking. "Yes. I am a man," Edward said, a hint of pride to his voice. But his voice fell, even softer, before adding, "But I'm not finished."

As usual, Edward didn't notice staring, since he was used to it from his time in Suburbia. However, he looked when Tonks tripped, flailing slightly and almost reaching out to help her. He thankfully withdrew, however, knowing by now what would happen if he actually reached out to support someone falling.

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polymorphic
2009-05-03 11:56 am UTC (link)

Tonks was used to staring too, though for different reasons. And the staring was caused by decisions that she made. Mainly the crazy colours of her hair. "Course you're a man." She agreed after catching herself and managing, for once, not to fall straight on her ass. "And I don't think any of us are terribly finished. Be kinda boring if we were." Added with a grin.

Crouching down, she picked up the things that she had tripped over. Two little boxes, with..journals on top of them? "I reckon that we were expected, Edward." She moved the journal, looking at the box. "Vas Captio." Muttered. Then she was trying to remember her Latin translations.

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shear_innocence
2009-05-03 12:37 pm UTC (link)

"I'm sorry!" Edward said, in a soft and supremely apologetic voice, folding his scissors together in a similar fashion to a child whose usefulness was in suspension, feeling bad about not being able to help Tonks. He frowned, wondering if Tonks was like him. Not finished, in need of someone to complete her and help her reach others. She seemed finished to him; his eyes flickered toward her hands, which were flesh and soft with rosy fingernails. "Boring?"

Edward watched, puzzled, as Tonks picked up the two journals. He listened to the Latin phrases, certain that he'd heard them in lessons at some point, but unable to retrieve the information he had never had reason to retain. Shaking his head, he bit his lip, eyes flickering to the ground. Edward was happiest when he was useful, and it seemed like he was unable to do much of anything to help in this situation.

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polymorphic
2009-05-03 01:03 pm UTC (link)

"S'alright! I'm dead clumsy." She chuckled, opening one of the boxes. Water. That was good. Matches..she picked those up. "Wet matches. Thanks, for that." Muttered to whoever had supplied them with these things.

Then she picked up the tic-tacs and shook them. Seriously? "They took a page from Moody's book." This would be like one of his uber-paranoid training sessions. She shook her head a little and looked back up to Edward. "One of these are yours."

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shear_innocence
2009-05-03 01:27 pm UTC (link)

It was odd for anyone to say that they were clumsy in Edward's presence, since his range of movements were so stiff and limited and his face was covered with unintentionally self-inflicted cuts and scars. But he had seen her almost-fall, and accepted the testimony faithfully.

He watched curiously as she examined the items in her case, since if he did he would doubtless hurt or break them. "Mine?" He asked doubtfully. Even when he'd lived with Peg and her family, he hadn't had possessions.

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