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Post by kimcora on Sept 20, 2012 23:25:29 GMT -5
Twila tried to understand how a hobby could lead to a nickname but she gave in, just accepting it for what it was. She hadn't expected his question to be something so blunt. Or incriminating for her. How was she surposed to respond to something like that? She was glad he didn't want her back ground but that didn't make the question any more easily answered. So she would have to answer honestly, if she didn't want to be suspicious. "He does exist just not as my escort. That was just a rather poor misleading title. It would be hard to explain a young girl running around a filthy place like that in the middle of the night any other way." If he was going to be this blunt with her at first then she would forget her own formality as well. "And your..hobby deals alot with that dark place? I can only imagine it would be a reason to get out of the house often enough. Especially since you spoke with such conviction the other night about the status of the woman you were having your conversation with." She knew she wasn't treading into a very safe place right now, not that she was necessarily scared. She just wanted to see how much she could get him to put out in the open. It was easier cure wounds when they were exposed.
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Post by vamperious on Sept 21, 2012 1:33:31 GMT -5
Her comment back was something that made him smile, she was just as feisty as he thought she would be if he gave her a cut and dry answer. It seemed she knew she had been caught in her lie but knew better then to lie about it again. She was piecing this theory together quite well however she as missing a lot of detail and things about himself. If she judged him after this and saw him in a bad light he wouldn't really care, she must not have been able to understand his conviction there for not worth his time. "Yes, I spoke passionately of it, It was all in good fun- She is going to serve as my center piece of my master piece- my master plan to help improve things about White chapel." He was smooth in his speech not letting his slight irritation get into his features or voice, still looking at the clock- clocks seemed to keep him calm- they were so beautiful- so fluid and they had a defined purpose. He liked that about these things- everything was simple and very methodical- like his mind. "I see, so your brother or even fiancee- misplaced you- men are so typical to do such things. Pity really- your rather pretty." He said actually looking at her threw the glass in front of them where she was standing by him. "Now, second question, Why are you so persistent in keeping me from completing my goal?"
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Post by kimcora on Sept 22, 2012 11:06:12 GMT -5
Twila was careful to keep her worry from her features when he mentioned the girl was important to his plan. It didn't make sense why he put so much value on this girl’s death. It was harsh to accept that he really thought killing her was going to change something. Perhaps it would, but whether the change would be positive, neither of them could say. Only the goddess could tell what the future would hold for anyone. People could only try to have some hand in protecting their futures and their souls. His comment, however unknowingly about her being ‘misplaced’ irked her. Angels weren’t known for being humble and being talked down on. Misplaced—what was she a trinket? She didn’t have a temper; in fact she was very even tempered and forgiving. She kept her mouth shut and let him finish with complimenting her appearance. And asking his question... "I’m keeping you from your goal? Well I think you're mistaken there. Am I trying to hold onto your attention while I have it? Yes. But it is you who chose to help me last night and decided to walk with me today." She said before she gave a thoughtful look, “As to why I desire your company, well, you’re very different, unique to me... And when you used ‘pitiful’ and ‘self-dug grave’ to describe your life, I guess I wanted to look after you. Though you may not have faith in your soul, I believe there's always a chance to change. After all, freewill is a very powerful gift, Jack.” It would be considered a childish view by many, but Twila honestly couldn't find reason in Lucian's words. She may not know much about the human's but she in no way saw them as something to be pitied or looked down upon. They were by no means on her level but they were creative and ambitious things. It was incredible to see what they could accomplish in their lifespans. "Now for my next question. Why is it that you continue to be coordial and compliment me when you know I mislead you?" She asked, though she was curious how he could have figured out her intentions.
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Post by vamperious on Sept 22, 2012 14:16:10 GMT -5
He grinned at her, but not threw the window as she began her explanation about holding his attention, indeed she had- even after she had left. "Well, I am glad you find me unique in a way that entertains you. I shall strive to be more endearing if you would like. You seem significantly pleasant to be around even thought you don't know me or what I do...Its kind of funny. As to Free will Miss Twila..."He said as he got very close to her face, so only she could hear his comment clearly. "Free will is something that only the rich can afford to have much less keep about them- we working class have no luxuries here..." He himself was a rich born however he cut himself off since he was in denial over his fathers death, his mother thought he was crazy. "We are born, we work we die- that's how it works..." He smiled at her question," Its rather easy, your a pretty little thing- my age if I do see correctly, You are not married- Your guardian doesn't seem bothered with you strolling about alone- very unpopular idea with a serial killer on the loose...So there must be much much more that you have to say- however the past is the past and we don't speak of it now... This isn't a history lesson...Now Why do you keep trying to hold my attention?" He was still rather close to her, it was more to make his point but she smelt like fresh air, large grass fields, and sweet honey- if he was close- well that's what his mind wanted him to smell- it was hard to place, but she smelled quite sweet.
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Post by kimcora on Sept 23, 2012 13:49:25 GMT -5
Twila found his smile to be quite pleasant, as he looked to her after her prior comment. He seemed to find humor in the fact she found him interesting, almost like he hadn’t been told this before. He was right though, she didn’t know that much about him, in fact they were still strangers to one another. But that didn’t make her any less determined. She said she would help and she would do just that to the best of her ability. It was her job and his soul on the line. She wouldn’t dare think to give up, not till the last fighting chance. Besides, how hard could it be to find out more about him that he wouldn’t tell her? Perhaps she could ask David to bring her a file on him, or perhaps Lucian might know more. The possibilities were endless when you had eternal resources at your disposal. In her moment of plotting she failed to realize how close he had gotten to her, not till she blinked and was looking into his dark eyes. She didn’t move away, but stood her ground, though her head had to tilt up to look him in the eyes. He spoke of freewill being a luxury, one people like him couldn’t afford. She was confused by this. Since when did choices cost anything? Everyone had choices to make in their lives, the goddess gave them that tool to be their own person and lead their own lives. It was a part of their life on earth and what a final judgment was for... “You always have a choice, Jack. No matter what it comes down to you always have a choice to make.” She said, her voice low and her stare didn’t leave his. At his answer, her expression softened and turned surprised then slightly lost. “If my face and marital status are all that’s keeping you here then I think I’ve failed already. Age is a number and beauty is only skin deep. I do have alot more that I can say for myself, as I believe you can as well, but as you said, we aren’t speaking of pasts.” She turned and walked across the small spaced road, glancing over her shoulder to see if her followed. “I want your attention because I believe there is some good I can teach you. And perhaps something you can teach me as well. I’m already learning so many new things from you.” She said with an almost playful smile before she looked ahead of her. A toy shop was there, selling all kinds of new gadgets and toys that looked very new and polished, unlike the teddy bear she had seen. She even saw a child in awe at the window at a doll. It was a curious thing for her, since Twila had never truly, desired much of anything in her life. She always got what she needed and wanted and lived her life of peace within a home where life was full. She watched the small girl run off to catch up with her parents before looking to see if Jack had followed. "And I'm taking this opportunity to better get to know you. That's why I asked these questions in the first place, such as, what is your favorite color?" She was trying to give the conversation a lighter edge, mostly because this was her first time interacting with a mortal for this long. She wasn't exactly quite sure what went on in their daily lives besides the obvious.
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Post by vamperious on Sept 24, 2012 12:33:32 GMT -5
He smiled when she didn't back away from him, and when she told him of her views on the things he said, he couldn't' help but smile," You are remarkable Miss. We share very similar views- however- a beautiful personality is very hard to come by now a days..." He followed her knowing she was stringing him out but he didn't care the conversations had just picked up and he was actually focusing on her instead of his work. He follows her eyes to the little girl at the toy shop window and frowned trying to see what she was seeing- all he saw was longing that would be rewarded with emptiness. When the question of his favorite color came into question he couldn't help but laugh at her. "Such a childish thing to ask...My favorite color is Blue- like the Thames river in the winter when its clear and clean... its so pretty. Now miss... about free will- how do I always have a choice? When I was born I was born into a wealthy house- my best friends was the servant who's mother had to beg my father to let her son live in the servants quarters with her because their father was an abusive drunk who used to beat them. When my father saw me playing with the child one day when I was young he got angry and asked me if I knew what kinda of a family he was from, when I told him I didn't know and that it didn't matter he beat me so hard I was hospitalized and blamed it on the other child...When I got out of the hospital and went to see my friend to apologize about my father-He was gone. Drowned in the river....Weather he did it or not - was it my actions that lead to his death or was it my fathers social economics and ideals that made that child die or did he by chance just jump himself...held himself under...Was it free will that made him have very select choices in life? Or was it all a slightly pre determined fact that he would have a slight disadvantage all his life from not being born into wealth like myself? Do you find it fair- justified- its disgusting..." His last few words were full of his emotions of spite and hatred for social norms, he hated them. He was sad to think about his childhood friend but he figured it wouldn't be a bad way to go...When the water was so pretty- why not share it forever at he bottom, just gazing up at the sky threw the crystal water forever. His mind snapped out of that thought as he looked at Twila, he wasn't sure what she thought about what he had just said but it was how he felt.
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Post by kimcora on Sept 24, 2012 23:27:44 GMT -5
They had similar views? Twila tried to keep her astonishment inward rather than show it. She hardly saw how a man without faith like him could possibly think the same way as an immortal with faith. Twila blinked at his laugh and was unable to shake the sound of it from her attention. It was a light charming sound that she hadn’t heard before. Laughter wasn’t exactly a part of a life in the sky, or at least angels didn’t seem to find things like words funny. She cocked her head to the side slightly when he said the question was childish. How so? Was it not a valid conversational topic? Maybe she wasn’t so good at this whole people talking thing... It was so much harder to speak with someone that didn’t know what you knew, hadn’t seen what you had seen, or didn’t believe similarly to you. Her interactions had all been with angels and the Goddess on one occasion or another, but mostly Lucian, who was wiser than she was. This was rather a blind area of conversation for her, especially since Jack was so different from her. He only asserted his difference by divulging a bit of his life to her. The information made her raise a had to her lips to hide the frown that had formed but it was obvious by her eyes that she found the information sad. Her look by no means held pity, but condolence for his rather painful loss. She could hear it in his voice, the passion was back, that angry sort of fire that amazed her as well as worried her. She heard the question in all of it but let him have a moment and herself a moment to gather her thoughts. This was a very tricky topic that wasn’t easy to answer at all, especially when you knew a person’s feelings on the topic were very strong. “I don’t claim to have all the answers Jack, but I will give you my honest opinion.” She didn’t look at him, mostly because she thought better when she focused on something else. She chose to look ahead of her at nothing in particular as she gathered her thoughts into her voice. “I don’t know all the facts, but I will say this. The choices people make will affect the world and the lives of others. Just as you chose to speak to that boy and he chose to befriend you, his mother chose to raise him and your father chose the ideals he believed strongly in. I don’t think anyone ultimately takes singular blame, and I don’t think anyone should. It could have been the color socks you chose to wear that day, or the fact that it was cold or raining, that influenced anyone’s decision. Does that make it justifiable? No, it doesn’t, not to you or I at least. But the fact of the matter is that it was a choice someone made that they shall atone for one day when they face the gates of heaven and hell.” She looked to him and gave a small shake of her head. “Life isn’t supposed to be fair. Sooner or later, bad things happen, sometimes terrible things happen because of the decisions others make. But it is our choice to let these bad things change us. It is your will that influences the decisions you make at the end of the day and where you plan to see your life through.” Her indigo eyes took on a darker side as she was reminded of his views on the woman he intended to harm. It bothered her quite a bit and this was her chance to voice that. “You can’t make decisions for others and it is not your place to decide how they should be punished for their decisions. Though you have full capability and the freewill to attempt to do so... A very large part of what faith centers around is believing that there is a time these people will be judged for their misdeeds?” She tried to continue walking but something felt quite heavy in her heart. She wasn’t sure what it was but it bothered her a bit. "I hope I answered your beliefs with my own with some alloted grace...I'm not sure if our views really are that similar in this regard."
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Post by vamperious on Sept 26, 2012 0:30:16 GMT -5
He looked at her seeing she was slightly troubled by something."Our views are simply from a different point of view. You are an optimistic- I am pessimistic. Everyone will be judged when they die- I agree- however for personal choices to try to improve life sometimes one has to take things into their own hands and take life as well...One can't simply ask for a large change to happen over night- no, but they can be pro active about what they want to happen- like myself. Or they can sit back and wait like that woman over there," he said as he pointed to a mother with a teen aged daughter, they were shopping for flowers at a vendor."I'm willing to bet-sadly however- that before that girl is 18 she will be raped, murdered , and/or sold into prostitution by traders...The optimistic view would be that she will grow up and become the wife of a prosperous tender or trader, get a good job and move out of the slums, and or go to America. Different view- same idea." He said as he smiled as they eventually passed them as they had selected a blue flower with lots of bell shapes on them, he smiled," They selected forget-me-nots... beautiful flowers..."His words didn't sound too heavy as he spoke of the girl but they were sad, even the comment about the flower.
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Post by kimcora on Sept 26, 2012 23:12:33 GMT -5
Twila listened with growing curiousity as he explained. Her eyes showed that her attention was on his completely, when normally her attention would be wandering to all the new cool things around her. So that's how their views were shared? The view of an optomist and a pessimist... "But to think that way all the time...it seems so sad..." She said as she glanced over her shoulder at the girl. She truly did hope Jack was wrong. She seemed like a sweet girl with a pure soul. Her eyes left the girl as a thought struck her. Did Jack realize how unfair it was for him to be meddelling in the world and how society worked? Weren't there more proactive ways to fix the world? Much less violent ways? And by harming that girl he was so wrapped up in, wasn't he just doing the same thing his father possibly did to his friend? "It's doing the same thing. Making someone's choice for them." She all but whispered, barely audible in the noise around them. Her heart still had that heavy feeling that she didn't like and she tried to shake it off with a small sigh. That did nothing to help so she simply worked at keeping it from her features.
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Post by vamperious on Sept 26, 2012 23:22:01 GMT -5
" No matter... It will be over soon enough- like a bad dream. Then I'm sure things will be for the better if things go as planned...Hopefully..." He sighed then looked politely at Twila like he just noticed she was there- like he wasn't all there until just now. "Lets have a pleasant conversation please. Before I have to head off to do a few things..."He said in a soft tone feeling a bit put down himself by the heavy feeling the girls conversations had made his mind turn down- he didn't like it that much. He began to walk back towards the gardens, to the prettier part by the Thames river. Looking over the edge into the clear water. He knew that if he was going to go to hell he was going to take this all the way, however this girl was making him think of his after plan, before he got caught...
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Post by kimcora on Sept 27, 2012 0:18:26 GMT -5
Twila felt that it was perhaps his words that were triggering whatever negative response she was getting. She was very confused as to why though. It wasn't like this mortal harmed her in anyway or even would change her own opinion about his whole thing. But something about hearing his words and the cold pain that she sensed inside him. It took a toll on her. Whatever the feeling was, eased a little when he wanted a better conversation and she gave him a light nod, her eyes shutting a moment as she let a smile grace her lips again. "Alright, Jack." She said, mostly because she needed to warm up her cheer so that she could do her job properly. Not that it was hard for Twila to be cheerful. She waited a moment before she curiously went over to the edge of the stone walkway. She blinked at her reflection in the water but tried looking further into the water. "It's so deep, like its endless." She looked over to Jack and smiled a bit brightly. "Look it even reflects the clouds, like a big sky on the ground." She laughed. Her mind flipped back to his prior mention of him needing to go do something. She would most likely have to use a bit of her abilities to make sure the woman stayed safe at least today and tomorrow. Two days and she would have reached the end of her life line, no more no less, and her first task was going to be complete. But with her second task...she was begining to find it increasingly harder to convince anyone of faith. Were human's really such faithless creatures?
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Post by vamperious on Sept 27, 2012 9:53:24 GMT -5
He smiled at her, his eyes still trained on the water. "Yes, its my favorite thing in this dump of White Chapel. Only because its clean here- like pure faith you could say."Since she was always going on about faith and such so he thought he would show her his faith. His faith was a bit of a concept but he would spear his life on the river. It was his place of solitude, his place of comfort and joy- he felt so in sync there. "Its like the eyes to a soul- the soul of white Chapel..."
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Post by kimcora on Sept 28, 2012 13:49:39 GMT -5
Twila looked to the water and looked confused. How water could be like faith? She listened to his words about the eyes of a soul and smiled. Souls the purest energy in the world, part of the reason her kind were made from their essence. But they could easily be tainted. A tainted soul was a scary thing, often times a dangerous energy that demons prefered. She hadn't encountered any kind of tainted soul before and didn't plan to. She began to wonder if perhaps Jack's soul could be tainted, but she didn't sense any danger from him. He was definitely subject to a troubled life and she could sense his powerful emotions. But nothing made her think he would harm her. "A soul...yes perhaps." She turned her attention away from the water and back to him. "You really like it here. It's interesting to see someone attatched to something." She looked around her. "It's diferent in my home. You have to love everything equally, nothing can be above your faith." She said with a bright smile though her attention was then caught by a pair of people walking by, a man and a woman. They seemed close though Twila couldn't make a connection with what was going on. It just seemed like they liked each other, like Jack liked the water. "Does everyone form attatchments to things other than their faith?" She asked just genuinely curious. She knew it would sound like an odd question but he could just attribute her to being a girl from a temple somwhere.
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Post by vamperious on Sept 28, 2012 13:55:37 GMT -5
He looked at her as she looked at the couple passing. "Yes... Faith is for clergymen and priestesses.... temple runners..the rest of us here have a single attachment if we are lucky- children only add to the expenses. My only prized possession- that I do not own is this river... Its strong, lasting, and ever flowing like faith should be... right temple girl?" He said grinning at her, his eyes watching the couple now until his eyes were drew back to the water. "So child...How long are you staying?" He asked his question wondering just how long he had to indulge in her company.
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Post by kimcora on Sept 29, 2012 12:20:08 GMT -5
He looked at her as she looked at the couple passing. "Yes... Faith is for clergymen and priestesses.... temple runners..the rest of us here have a single attachment if we are lucky- children only add tot he expenses. My only prized possession- that I do not own is this river... Its strong, lasting, and ever flowing like faith should be... right temple girl?" He said grinning at her, his eyes watching the couple now until his eyes wee drew back to the water. "So child...How long are you staying?"
Twila’s lips pursed, a bit of a childish tendency when she was mulling things over. She probably just solved the puzzle with these faithless mortals. They formed unnecessary attachments to things other than the goddess. Twila couldn’t say she was really attached to anything other than her mentor, and mostly that was loyalty and respect. Could it be that mortal’s put their faith in other places perhaps? That would make sense why their connection was so low. “Correct, fine sir.” She said with added humor before going about to answer his question. “I only have a little more time here. Another day perhaps, if my orders run smoothly, that is.” She looked a bit annoyed, her eyes narrowing a bit. “And I am no child. I believe I’m 18. And you?” She returned hoping he wouldn’t be offended by her asking or stopping his calling her child. She may have been crafted from the soul of a child but she most certainly was not. She was frozen at the beginning of a young woman’s life, forever the same appearance of youth no matter how many centuries passed.
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