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Post by shinigami on Sept 2, 2008 10:03:16 GMT -8
That look is not unfamiliar to Darren. Women've been giving Darren that look since he first appeared to be twelve (things were different back then). Human women as well as other women. He gets it. But he's also mean, and old, and cruel, so he lets the silence stretch like a cord, until it's so taut that it snaps.
Then he raises both of his eyebrows, and the expression is a fascimile of boyish surprise. "Oh really." Flicker. Cora doesn't see it happen because he's just that fast, but Darren does brush her wild hair away from her face, tuck it behind her ear. Better view of the jugular that way.
He even sounds paternal, velvet-quiet, cat-soft. "That's just unfortunate, darlin'."
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Post by doreyg on Sept 2, 2008 10:15:13 GMT -8
Darren probably doesn't expect Cora to giggle, Cora doesn't really expect Cora to giggle... Not that she minds the giggling but it was just a tiny bit sudden and sneaky.
She meant to giggle though, that's one fairly good thing.
After the giggle there is a minute pause and then Cora very firmly shakes her head until her hair is all wild again, all Death like and she can be neat if she wants to but she doesn't really want to be tonight.
Especially when he's eyeing up her pretty little jugular.
"You won't like what's in my blood little hungry boy."
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Post by shinigami on Sept 2, 2008 10:44:20 GMT -8
Darren smirks. His gaze is still hooded, still predator's gaze. There are veins on her wrist, too, delicate ones; they also draw his attention. It's as casual and nonchalant as another guy looking at a woman's chest. And he'd do that, too, if he hadn't just seen her chest wither away into nothing, ribcage and clavical, a disease on fast forward. "Is it bone marrow?"
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Post by doreyg on Sept 2, 2008 10:59:01 GMT -8
Cora notices his eyes on her wrist and raises her hand, fluttering it slightly and watching the veins in a faintly charmed way.
Blink, Blink blink blink.
She glances back at Darren, smiles faintly and pushes her chest out slightly (Not that it matters, few men feel amorous after seeing her wither away and even if they do she takes them before they can get close to her.
"I do not know my blood, however it'd do you no good and even if your purpose was not just feeding" Oh and her voice grits slightly there, bringing fresh memories of standing in a forest and screaming her power "It would do you no good."
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Post by shinigami on Sept 2, 2008 12:12:04 GMT -8
Darren raises an eyebrow again when Cora flaps her wrist. Isn't she perceptive. And, Darren. Well. He leans back, elbows on the stairs, legs crossed at the ankles. Such precision. Such care. Such nonchalance. They probably couldn't be more opposite. Darren seems very, very ruthlessly sane.
"Well, what are you good for?"
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Post by doreyg on Sept 2, 2008 12:26:05 GMT -8
And Cora seems very, very insane in a kind of lets-run-away-from-the-crazy-person way and... She really isn't more then she seems, she's crazy and she's Death and she has absolutely no problem with that fact.
Though she can make it a problem for other people "Well, have anybody you want to get rid of?" Said in very sing song tones.
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Post by shinigami on Sept 6, 2008 10:34:41 GMT -8
"Are you actually offering to off somebody or just telling me how good," Darren paused, to savor the word, as if it were an interesting culinary dish he wasn't certain he liked yet, "you'd be when it came to making people disappear?"
Darren rubbed his left ringfinger with his thumb, the gesture as easy as the lap of waves against the shore, as blood drops scattered on foam, and he kept his gaze on Cora. If nothing else, she was unpredictable. Which, if she was what she claimed, was ironic, because what was death if not predictable? It happened.
End of the story.
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Post by doreyg on Sept 12, 2008 10:55:31 GMT -8
Ah, of course Death happens (Has always happened, will always happen until the universe itself falls prey to her charms) but it is completely random, it doesn't take in any predicted pattern, Death in a sense is all up to chance, all up to seconds in some cases.
Besides, being death takes a lot out of anybodies mind... And Cora has suffered so.
"Either, I'm very good at making people go places, like it" Cora is good with anything that can cause death, really she just has to look too closely, reach out just a little.. But the tried and tested methods are fun too, the stuff that takes a little time and a little more effort.
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Post by shinigami on Sept 15, 2008 0:24:16 GMT -8
"Well, then," he said, after a second. He was lazy now, languid now, cool and conscienceless hunter now. He wasn't burdened with enough conscience for madness; that's where his sanity slipped up.
And Darren scoured the dance floor with his gaze, no hurry. Finally, he nodded his chin toward a man with a mohawk of iridescent peacock plumage blue, tattoos sleeving his arms, no shirt. "Let's see what you can do with that guy."
He figures she'll either back down from her claims or he'll be entertained -- either way. He has no conscience; it won't bother him.
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Post by doreyg on Sept 21, 2008 5:00:33 GMT -8
Cora's eyes alight on the man and go wide with twisted joy, she does like doing her job after all... A lot like War in that regard except a lot more female.
...Yeah.
Anyway, her eyes go wider, wider... And then completely black, edge to edge with black and she might look just a little beautiful in that second but it is not a nice kind of beauty... It is a beauty as captivating as it is terrifying.
Most sane people would want to run away from that beauty.
She doesn't point at the guy, jsut sits up a bit straighter and lets out a low hiss... And he turns into dust.
It is very quick, one moment he is there and one moment he is not and nobody will ever think to look at the pale girl on the stairs who slumps for a moment and then sits again, smiling proudly... Not that she needs praise, she knows she has done well.
She is the definitive version after all.
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Post by shinigami on Sept 21, 2008 21:50:35 GMT -8
Cora doesn't need praise. That's good. Darren doesn't give it.
A beat. He's on his feet. Darren doesn't stand. One moment he's seated, all casual elegance, easily mistaken for a man. The next, he's on his feet, holding a hand out to Cora, and despite the expensive clothes, all the marks of civilization, there's no way anyone'd ever mistake him for human.
"Come."
He doesn't say where. He doesn't say for what. For a second, Cora's proud smile -- if not Cora herself -- reminded him of his daughter. Her first kill. Darren had loved his daughter in a way. That's why he hadn't allowed her to become weak; to become pathetic. To sully the family name.
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Post by doreyg on Sept 22, 2008 7:55:25 GMT -8
Cora looks up at him for a moment, her eyes still too dark for a normal human and then she smiles slightly and pushes herself up smoothly to her feet.
Another moment where she looks at him in a almost faintly amused way and then she extends her hand and takes his neatly, she'll follow him and things'll turn out for the best.
Things never really turn out horrible for Cora, even if she dies at least it is death and she will be back.
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