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There were few times they got out of work, he knew, and he'd very soon realized that they spent most of those times educating him about aspects of this world. It'd been subtle, he would admit, but he was clever. Of a sort, anyway. Right now Kailen didn't feel too clever, looking into the windows (which were a foreign concept in themselves) and at whatever goods these vendors had to sell. He was sure that Friday was either exasperated or amused by his fascination, but there was hardly a reason for him to care about that fact; he was sure that, their positions reversed, he'd have to deal with their wonder over everything fairy.
Which they did anyway, whenever he happened to tell them anything about his world and his people. They'd just have to deal with his curiosity over these curious glass panels.
He hesitantly touched one, surprised that it was colder than the surrounding air, and went to rest his entire hand on the glass. He looked back at them, standing a bit away, and it was too dark to see their expression well but he was going to start his questions anyway. "So these are what you call... shops?" It sounded like he was testing the word before he said it.
"And you need 'money' to receive items from them." He made a face, one that was a confused sort of grimace. "I will admit, I still don't understand this concept of currency you have."
While it may have been a new concept to Kailen, windows were old hat to Friday, who had gone on walking several steps before they realized he'd stopped. They looked over their shoulder and then swung around to face him, following his gaze and quirking an eyebrow at his apparent fascination with the glass, amused. It wasn't made of metal, but surely he could sense that. The vampire crossed their arms and let him press his hand against it, but not without quipping, "Somebody's going to have to clean your handprint off that glass, you asshole." They smiled from the corner of their mouth, despite their tone. "Didn't your mother ever teach you any manners?"
They nodded to their questions though. "Money makes the world go 'round, fella, and the sooner you understand how it works, the better, because without it you wouldn't have a place to live -- and we could always use an awful lot more." Friday closed the distance to come look over their shoulder, peering into the shop window. "Yes sir," he muttered under his breath, "could always use an awful lot more." The store seemed to be some sort of boutique, with off-the-wall fashion and homemade gifts. Friday seemed to have their eye on one mannequin in particular, envying the brightly-colored poodle skirt it had on.
Stepping away a bit, they added, "That's how we get food, too, you know. You liked that fried chicken I got you, right? And the candy with the shiny wrappers?"
If the man weren't so damn clueless, they'd talk him into applying for a job of his own somewhere, so that he could pitch in too.
He didn't look relatively scolded, but he did take his hand off the glass with a slightly apologetic glance, but was then fascinated by trying to locate where his hand had been. Since that was a thing, right? Or Friday had suggested it. He was aware of them joining him by the window (mostly by the involuntary tensing that was a leftover instinct from his years being used to being attacked), but he didn't look at them, or at least for another moment.
"I still do not understand. What of those who do not have this currency? How are they to acquire the goods they need?" That was when Kailen looked at them, raising both eyebrows slightly in polite inquiry -- and, hopefully, as a sign that he means no offense in the questioning of this realm's system of living. Then he thought he should probably explain. "In my realm, most of what we require is simply given to us. What luxury items we want are usually bartered for, either in goods or services. There was no use in competing with each other for resources when the realm itself was a mighty competitor."
Reluctantly he stepped back from the glass, standing a probably more socially acceptable distance from the glass, though he was still far more interested in it than in the actual goods inside the shop. Which seemed to be Friday's interest, but he would leave them to that. It was still strange to him not to be wearing some kind of armor.
There was some hesitance clear in his frame, especially in the far off look on his face, when he asked his next question. His voice was surprisingly soft and held just a touch of vulnerability. "Do... Do mothers typically teach morals in this realm?"
What of those who do not have it, indeed. Friday bit the inside of their mouth -- a habit they should probably get out of, now that they had fangs -- and didn't answer soon enough to prevent Kailen from offering an explanation of what he was used to. It certainly put into context why he was so clueless about basic monetary systems. "Well that sure sounds like a nice setup," they mumbled, mostly to themselves.
Friday had turned aside and was working another comment off the tip of their tongue -- trying to think of how to explain that those who don't have enough money in this realm went homeless and hungry and died, mostly; some more... permanently than others -- and they hadn't managed to find the words before Kailen surprised them with an even stranger question. They looked at him a moment, then spoke quieter, as he had, confused but following his lead. "They... I mean..." Friday looked away and shrugged. "Depends on how you define 'morals'."
They knew how their mother defined them, and it was a definition they disagreed with, if only because it came at their expense. This time, the vampire didn't wait on him to see if he would follow, turning back to keep walking onward. "They're supposed to teach you something, anyway," they told him, without looking back, in a louder voice so that they could be heard. "C'mon, I think there's a jewelry shop just down the road."
He may have been clueless about this realm -- and currency, admittedly -- but he did understand people well enough to sense a story. Friday wasn't usually flustered when asked questions, he knew, and he almost raised his eyebrows at how they didn't seem to know how to answer that question. But that wasn't something he as going to comment on, at least not at the moment, and especially when Friday commented on another shop and began walking.
Mothers would, apparently, be a topic for another day.
Kailen lingered a moment longer, looking into the window he'd been inspecting for a moment longer, before turning and jogging to catch up with them. "Jewelry?" he asked, most of his former curiosity back as he tried to catch up with the vampire's larger strides.
Friday slowed down a little for Kailen to catch up as they headed to another one of the shops, veering around the glow of the streetlights. "Yeah. Accessory stuff. Like those earrings you have," they explained, gesturing to their ears as they thought of them, "but with jewels in 'em. You know what jewels are, right? Sparkle rocks?" Even for the simplest things, they'd gotten in the habit of asking.
It was a cheap distraction, but an effective one. The vampire came to a stop in front of a store window showing a felt display with expensive rings and necklaces laid out for view. There were no diamonds, but there were amethysts, topaz, and sapphires, shining with the faceted reflections of the artificial light outside.
"Don't you wish we had the money for something like that, huh?" Friday mused, almost to themselves, then lightly elbowed Kailen in the side. "We're gonna have to get you a job someday. Don't you know how to do anything productive? Fix anything? Make anything?"
Kailen had to raise an eyebrow at that; as much as he appreciated them clarifying, there was a point when it got ridiculous, and this was one of them. Sparkle rocks. He wondered how they would feel if he told them that their idea of dwarves was based off a type of fairy. A nasty type, but still a type. And he almost had to choke back a noise when they compared their jewelry with his earrings. He was fairly sure they were only alike in the basic, basic concept.
And he was right, because when they stopped outside the new window, he took one look at the jewelry before he was uninterested. Metal, the lot of it, and while he could smell some of the gold and silver none of it was pure enough to actually touch his skin. And as much as the jewelry was shiny, looking at him would only make him want it, and then he would break out in all manners of nasty things because he touched the damn things.
"I do not think these are like my earrings, Friday," he stated, sending a quick look into the window before looking away again. "Though we do understand the concept of decorating oneself."
He let them look and admire, though, keeping himself occupied with looking around for anything that felt out of place (another habit he'd yet to drop) and listening as they asked him of his skills. He raised his eyebrow again, though he didn't look at them when he answered, nor did he sound anything less than completely and totally bored, "Well, I have been told I am quite good at killing things. Would that be a skill in this realm?"
Well, alright. So the fairy wasn't dazzled by gemstones; you couldn't expect every guess to be spot on when you were dealing with--
At Kailen's answer, Friday cringed. Not the sort of answer they'd been expecting. "It, uh... among some people, maybe." Couldn't technically say no. They stuffed their hands in their pockets and gave him a sharp look, quickly adding, "But we're not hiring you out as a hitman, okay? No killing things in this realm unless you're a farmer killing pigs or something. You'll get yourself in trouble."
Not all killing of sentient beings was necessarily illegal, though, and it was precisely those non-illegal types of murder that they wanted to keep him well away from, because they didn't want to send their friend in any direction that made themselves a target. Not that they felt any particular kinship with other vampires, but having a vampire hunter as a roommate was bound to make them uncomfortable.
"Oh, come Friday. It sounds like you have little faith in me."
He wasn't trained as an assassin, of course (and if that's what they meant by 'hitman'), but it would be far easier to be one in this realm than his own. It'd be easier than he'd think it would be, really, especially since he's been getting better at glamours. Just glamour himself to match the surrounding area, slip in, and then slip out. And he already knew he could stand the sight of blood and death.
Or were they worried about him becoming a vampire hunter? A legitimate worry for a vampire. Though Kailen wasn't sure if they were worried about themselves or about him.
The knight gave in to the temptation and looked, studying the jewelry critically and deciding that while it was pretty and shiny and otherwise alluring, he was fonder of looking at the jewelry from his home. And then he had an idea, and then he smiled and a laugh forced its way from him. "We could go to my realm."
There was a little bit of a dance in his step as he moved away from the window. "It'd be easy. We could find one of those... oh, what do mortals call them. Fairy rings? Appropriate. We could find one in the woods and I could make a portal, and we could be in the realm of fey in no time. And I could take you up north, where I am from, and you can see just how much you shouldn't trust me or my kin and I could raid the stashes of jewels and riches in your name."
Or, erm, he'd probably have to unleash them on the stashes of jewels, since he was fairly certain he wouldn't be able to touch most of it without harming himself, which was hardly productive. Not that bringing a mortal into his realm would be productive, but even fey could dream.
He turned around to look at them, and in that moment he realized that while they'd seen him without his glamour, they'd probably never seen him so... feyish. So full of laughs and smiles that were more dangerous than anything else. He wondered, for a moment, if they truly believed he was capable of killing. He wondered if they'd see this as an exchange or as a gift.
His smile softened, turning into something more man and less fairy. "I do not think you will accept, though."
"I'm sure you're more than competent," they muttered, plenty faithful in a knight's ability to slay, but they didn't expand on the subject for various reasons, not the least of which being that they were surprised by his sudden laugh.
Friday was a little unnerved by his sudden enthusiasm, confused where it had come from given that the man looked so bored and disinterested not a moment ago. Go to the fairy realm? Why? What would--? ...To steal things? They looked down at the concrete, bit at their lower lip again, and rubbed their forehead, their other hand trapped in the crook of their elbow.
A whole new world, and Kailen could provide the magic carpet. They had to admit, if only to themselves, that they were curious. Despite their reticence, the gleam in their eye revealed as much, even if they had to deny themselves the pleasure. "Well, I... actually... That does sound interesting, Kailen, but I'd rather not get on the bad side of the fairies." Maybe they weren't as scared of them as they should be, but they still remained wary of magic users. Not to mention the sun. Did day cycles and sunlight even work the same way in the fairy realm? Were there places they could hide until night? It was difficult enough just making these arrangements in the realm they were familiar with.
And why the hell would he bring up discovering how untrustworthy the fey were like it was a bonus? They could swear sometimes the man liked being purposefully unnerving. The way Friday was cautiously eying them now, he could count himself successful.
Then, realizing something, they frowned and looked up. "Didn't you say everyone has their needs provided for? Can't we... go there without raiding the stashes?"
He tilted his head, brows furrowing, and his smile dropped into a frown. Whatever were they talking about? Unless... erm, another difference, then, since he hadn't meant what they had understood. Or maybe they weren't as keen on jewels as he'd thought? "We would be welcome to the stashes, of course. Or, I would be and they cannot say no to a knight bringing his friend along."
Were they really up to going home with him, though? Kailen was sure that all this would be nice sounding, in theory, and in talk. But he wondered just how serious they were being. He wondered how serious he was being with his talk of going home with a clearly non-fairy creature, one that would one day die and one that he would mourn the loss of for, well, a long time.
He understood why fairy preferred to stay away from all but mortal children.
Turning away from them, he looked up into the sky and tried to find the moon, but all he could see were stars and clouds. "I wonder how that realm would suit vampires... The sun here is... harsher. Angrier." It sounded much more like he was considering to himself, but then he looked back at Friday. "We'd have to find a safe way to test that, though. If... If you were even interested."
Kailen needed to remember that the concept of common pool resources -- in the case of jewels and riches, especially -- was as foreign to them as the concept of currency was to him. Friday had to stand there taking it in, a befuddled look on their face, as they processed what the fairy was saying. They would be... welcome... to the stashes...
They'd just about caught up to him when he started on about the sun, at which point the vampire seized him by the collar and pulled him up to their face. "If I were even interested?" they echoed. "You're telling me there's someplace in the universe where there's a sun that might not be as harsh as the one here, and you're asking if I'd be interested?" They laughed, let go, and slapped him on the shoulder. "Sunlight to me what metal is to you, remember."
Kailen was worried for a second. Their sudden movement, mixed with their lunge towards his neck, made him tense and he had to stop himself from reacting, even if he wanted to. Even if he was afraid that this was the moment where the vampire snapped and finally attacked him. He forced himself to show a little more faith (in them... and in his ability to overpower them if they really were trying to attack him), especially as they forced their face as close to his as he thought possible.
He didn't relax until after they'd hit him, and he was somewhat proud of himself that he hadn't reacted before then. The knife he'd hidden in his boot had seemed very appealing to him for a moment.
"I remember," he said, and there was still a little bit of alertness and caution in his voice. He almost wanted to wince. He trusted Friday, why did he seem to be waiting for an attack? "I am just... wary, as I do not know how it works. I understand how my aversion to metal works, if only slightly. But I do not know how your weakness to sunlight works. If you would perish... then would it be worth the risk?"
Friday held out their arms and shrugged, unconcerned. "Can't we go at night? Test it out that way?" Maybe there wasn't really a way to tell what time it was as you were crossing realms. Fair enough. "Or -- hey, kidnap some other vampire and use them as a guinea pig. I mean, use them as a test... animal, to see what happens. See how well they do over there." They shrugged again and chuckled.
It was only then that they stopped and took the time to look him over, noticing how much the man had stiffened. They furrowed their brows and looked sideways at him. "...I didn't scare you, did I?" they asked, their expression cautious and confused. The vampire slowly adjusted their stance.
The threat factor of their condition often slipped their mind around him -- Friday just didn't think of themselves that way. To them, being a vampire was about going through blood withdrawals and avoiding the sun and figuring out what to do with the bodies. It was a set of inconveniences and annoying weaknesses. And they hardly considered themselves intimidating, compared to a fairy. So when they asked if they'd worried him, they weren't asking in a tone that mocked the possibility or spoke of it was something to take pride in. Scaring a fairy could be dangerous.
He was nearly concerned with how fey they were in that moment. Suggesting to use another of their kind to test their theories. While he would admit it was practical, part of him blanched with the thought. It was... Unseelie. Very Unseelie. If he hadn't seen their need for blood firsthand, he'd accuse them of lying to him about being a vampire.
Their confusion as to his unease was... unexpected, but at least their attempts at reassuring him weren't filled with any of the mocking he'd expected. "A content predator is still dangerous." He nearly wanted to grimace after he said it, even if it was accurate, and he thought of a way to apologize for his distrust when he remembered that he had shared some stories with them. "Vigilance was necessary in my home. And such vigilance is hard to simply un-learn."
Kailen hoped they got the point. They weren't dumb, but they'd only heard stories of his home, and sometimes stories couldn't do justice. And he thought, maybe, talking about going to his realm should be postponed; he'd been hasty and, thinking of survival, he should probably teach them a thing or two on how to actually stand a chance there.
So he took a few steps towards the window, looking at the jewelry that brought them to this conversation. "You are aware I could probably glamour what jewelry you have to appear more like this?"
jayRIOT !: lol well at least there's that then
Mar 11, 2014 23:56:13 GMT
Hunter: Other than Eli being a pain in the neck again? Not too much, nah.
Mar 11, 2014 22:25:09 GMT
jayRIOT !: -rolls back in- sorry, sorry! College kicks my butt sometimes...>_> Did I miss anything?!
Mar 11, 2014 18:01:26 GMT
Hunter: Finally replied to the Ana thread, Avery!
Mar 10, 2014 23:47:59 GMT
Hunter: Well hello Shatteredverse. And huh, that's strange, Azure. I'm not sure what that could be from.
Mar 5, 2014 0:29:29 GMT
Azurelle: Positive. I only use one password for these proboard accounts, and 2 usernames. Besides, it doesn't tell me I entered things wrong. It redirects me to the home page but I'm still not logged in.
Mar 4, 2014 23:48:00 GMT
Shatteredverse: Hi :)
Mar 4, 2014 22:00:04 GMT
Mar 4, 2014 21:59:56 GMT
Hunter: sorry for the late reply, Hellsing!
Mar 1, 2014 2:13:51 GMT
avery: not from what i can tell. are you sure you entered your password and stuff correctly?
Feb 26, 2014 22:23:36 GMT
avery: hmm, that's weird. let me check that out.
Feb 26, 2014 22:07:47 GMT
Azurelle: Was I banned or something? I can't login at all...
Feb 26, 2014 14:09:02 GMT
Browners//Hellsing: Hi hunter
Feb 25, 2014 20:05:57 GMT
raze: We need more for party for the lost if anyone is interested.
Feb 25, 2014 7:20:31 GMT
jayRIOT !: It might take a minute though; honey just got home and he's going to take up the internet for his PS4 addiction....hahaha
Feb 25, 2014 2:34:00 GMT
jayRIOT !: I could probably come up with something ^^
Feb 25, 2014 2:33:38 GMT
Hunter: They're in a thread in the library right now. Any chance Kaelynn would have a reason to show up?
Feb 25, 2014 2:26:38 GMT
jayRIOT !: Ohh, that sounds fun >:)
Feb 25, 2014 2:21:39 GMT
Hunter: I think Akita, Jordan, and Kaelynn should form a lycan lady club.
Feb 25, 2014 2:00:17 GMT
Hunter: nothin' much. /finally/. I had a lot of schoolwork for a while there. But I'm kind of caught up now.
Feb 25, 2014 1:57:19 GMT