Only By Chance

Only By Chance

Closed role play among beautiful monotony and The Brat Prince.

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Katherine Keogh


Blaise Kegan

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Marishka de Lunes


Michael Trinder

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An opened sketch book was dropped on the floor, the pages fluttering--then settling--as they were disturbed. "Explain." The picture was half finished at best. A picture of a girl Kat had seen in the park, but so had a lot of people. The reason Kat was here and no one else was because she'd been able to see the girl's cat eyes, curling horns, and so on and so forth. That was because the girl had actually been one of the fae, glamoured to appear human. Not for the first time, Kat wished she weren't able to see through glamours.

She realized that her sketch book had been pilfered through, that they knew the half-finished fae hadn't been the first she'd drawn. She'd been careful before though, to make sure that there were no unwanted people, human or fae, looking over her shoulder. This time, apparently she hadn't checked well enough considering she'd been caught. Hence why she was here... in Faerie, the realm of the fae, in a dungeon. She hadn't said a word for her defense so far, figuring it would only amuse them. She knew she had the Sight, they knew she had the Sight, they were planning on either blinding her or killing her, and she knew that as well. What was there to explain?

Kat's head was jerked up suddenly then by a fist-full of her light brown hair so that she was eye-to-eye with the fae who had told her to explain earlier. Well, if there were eyes. All she saw was black where his eyes were supposed to be; he was beautiful in a grotesque way that sent chills down Kat's spine. He held his sword easily aloft, pointed casually at her eyes, one of which she knew was a bright violet while the other was the gray of storm clouds. Belatedly, she wondered if he thought, like she did, that the violet eye was what gave her the sight--even if he did, she doubted he would take the chance that he was wrong. it was hard to tell what a person was thinking when you couldn't really see their eyes.

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The others made fun of him for attempting to date, the most normal part of his life. He was almost certain they found it downright hilarious--up until the point that they found a weapon leveled at them. That was just the ones around his age though. The older Hunters frowned down at him because he was supposed to dedicate his entire life to the cause, until he died. Well, and hadn't he been doing that for years? Ever since he could remember, really.

He didn't ask for anything and didn't ask questions. Mike's job was to hunt and kill vampires of the older variety, the sort that many of the Hunters couldn't handle, and he did it. No matter how long it took. But goddammit, they owed him something, even if they didn't like what it was. So what if he wanted to date? Sure, if the girl eventually found out what it was he did for a living, she'd be horrified and run, but he never said he was looking to find love or settle down or anything.

And today, being his first day of freedom in months, was not going to be put to waste. Mike dressed in a dark, loose-fitting t-shirt that he loved and a pair of jeans, considered leaving without any weapons, and then quickly concealed a silver knife on his person. Thus prepared, he headed out into town, hoping this day wasn't going to be a waste of time like last time had been... then again, that had been months ago. Things were bound to go better this time.

@ The Brat Prince.

Blaise stood still, looking at the girl with a look of rather accusative curiosity on his face. "Well?" He asked after a few seconds. He flicked the hair out of the girls face with his sword suddenly, causing her to flinch and step back. Blaise had seen, for a split second, that she had a unique eye. One violet one that stood out like a crow among doves. He made a note of this, as he figured that it was probably how she could see the fae.

Blaise scoffed. "It has been quite a long time since anyone like you have been brought here, no matter what the cause was for. I cannot let you leave," he informed his prisoner, as she figured that she didn't know much about them. She was obviously taken aback by being kidnapped and then stuffed into a cell, maybe going as far as scared, or upset, or even angry, but in all honesty, all that Blaise was supposed to do was serve as judge, jury, and executioner.

It had been a century - at least - since Blase had seen a human in his realm. He decided that he'd have a bit of fun with this.

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Mary spun around on her barstool. It was a wonderful evening, she thought, to search for a nice source of box, and possibly a bit of entertainment as well. Hence why she was sitting in this rat's nest (after all, what place infested with humans isn't a rat's nest?) of a tavern, with nothing but a filthy local human to keep her company. Her companion was nice, but was no prey. The alcohol had already settled into her bloodstream, and Mary was in no mood for a buzz - not yet anyway. She was lost in thought when she heard the bell above the door ring. She studied the newcomer. He was young, looked like he had some dignity, confidence, even, and dressed like it, too. She determined that she liked him.

"Hello, sugar," she purred. She had made her way towards the fellow, eyeing him up every step of the way. "I have never seen you before," she flashed him a mere glint of a smile. "Care for a drink?" She asked, toying with her hair.

@ beautiful monotony

The fae's words confirmed a suspicion she'd held in her, and she pressed her lips together as she bit down on the inside of her cheek. The fae couldn't let her leave because she could see them, because she knew about them. That meant that she was going to be killed now. She should have been more careful not to get caught; she'd gotten too caught up in drawing. She'd gotten too relaxed.

"There is nothing to explain. I obviously have the Sight, and you are going to kill me now, because of it." Kat dropped her gaze from the fae's, and her hair hid her eyes from view once more. She squared her shoulders and braced for her death.

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Though Mike had told himself things would go better this time in his seemingly fruitless attempts at dating, he certainly hadn't expected to be pounced on as soon as he walked through the door. As the woman strode towards him, seeming to eye him up, he returned the favor. She had the grace of someone who was sure of themselves, and he could tell at a glance that she had every reason to be.

"Not going to waste time beating around the bush, I see," Mike chuckled. "But I think I'll take you up on that offer. How about I buy the first round?" With his head, he motioned to a small, empty table that they could occupy. Sure, the tavern was currently all but empty, but the night was young yet. He was willing to bet the place would be alive with activity within a couple of hours.

@ The Brat Prince.

"And you are going to kill me now..." Her words hung in his head for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually just a few short moments. Blaise cocked his head slightly. He watched her intently. An unrecognizable, unfamiliar feeling washed over Blaise. It was strange, comforting. He suddenly felt the need to study this human. He slid his sword back into his sheath with a sudden whooshing sound. He looked her in the eye, a playful smirk beginning to form. "Who said anything about killing you, my dear? You know, if you died right now it wouldn't be very fun at all."

Blaise crossed the narrow hallway and leaned on the wall opposite of the cell that held the puny human girl. "I said I needed to keep you, not kill you."

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"Oh, a true gentleman," Marishka observed. "That sounds quite exquisite, actually." She followed him over to the table that he picked out, sitting across from him. "So, sugar," she leaned forward across the table slightly and propped herself up on her elbow, getting quite comfortable. She admired the man's eyes but for a mere second or so before she continued. "What brings you to this..." she trailed off, attempting to think of the right word. "Place," she finished disdainfully, giving up on the hunt for word choice.

@ beautiful monotony

The fae's words made Kat turn her head up sharply to meet his gaze. "You can't make me stay here," she argued, all the while knowing that, in fact, he actually could. She was no longer in the human world, meaning she was at the mercy of the fae. She took a step forward, almost as if she hadn't willing done so, and her hands clenched at her sides. "I'm a human being, not some pet, here to amuse you," she asserted again. Hatefully, her mind decided to once again let her know she was wrong. Humans were worth next to nothing to the fae, meaning that for all she knew, his plan really was that she should amuse him.

Kat took another step forward, which put her a hairsbreadth away from the bars and directly across from the fae boy who still stood leaning against the wall. "If you aren't going to kill me, then just blind me or whatever you do to any other human who has the Sight."

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Michael's lips twitched up into a small grin, and he found himself leaning forward as well. "If you mean to this place where alcohol is sold, I was hoping to put the moves on an unsuspecting girl..." he trailed off, giving her a significant look. "It seems you've turned the tables on me though, a rare thing."

A girl came over then, to ask what they wanted to drink. Once they had both made their requests, he sat up and held his hand out to the woman sitting across from him. "I'm Mike," he said. And since it wouldn't be terribly romantic to shake her hand, he fully planned on kissing her hand when she reached out to take his hand.

@ The Brat Prince.

"Oh. Now, what ever put that thought in your head, darling?" Blaise asked, knowing full well what did already. He had surely heard all of the rumors that this human had at on point or another. "Blinding someone? Blinding someone with a gift such as your own? Not many humans have this ability, you know..." Blaise trailed off. He stopped mocking her momentarily as he devised a plan. He moved so that he wasn't leaning against the opposite wall anymore and stood up straight, taking a few steps forward, a threatening confidence evident in his walk. "I suppose, human, if that is what you want, the curse of blindness," and so that is what he did. He found himself calling upon the glamour to take the girl's vision away. All of the girl's vision, though, not just The Sight. Temporarily.

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Marishka chuckled, and she came as close to blushing as possible with her curse. "Quite charming, Mike. It is quite a pleasure. I'm Mari-" she cut herself off, remembering that it probably wasn't a good idea to state an Ancient Vampire's name during the ever-waging war that is going on. "Mary. The name's Mary Jane," she said as if she had never almost slipped up as she played with her drink nonchalantly. "Ah, yes, you looked rare yourself. It's not often that I find a man who likes to have fun in this boring little place."

@ beautiful monotony

As the entire world disappeared in the blink of an eye, Kat jumped. That had been quicker and much less painful than she had imagined it being. When she had thought of being blinded in her mind, she had assumed they would hold her down and gouge out her eyes or something. Maybe use some potion. She hadn't thought it could just be... gone. The downside? Now she was horribly disoriented. The only reason she knew where exactly she was, was because she had jumped into the bars, which she curled her fists around to steady herself. "And now I can leave?" She asked once she had gathered herself enough to ask the question.

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"Mary... the pleasure is all mine, I assure you." Mike grinned at her as he pulled his hand back. He leaned back, looking comfortable and for all the world as if he owned the place with how comfortable he obviously was. A large part of it stemmed in confidence. He was a Hunter, after all, who hunted old, powerful vampires. What didn't he have to be confident about? "That's probably because there aren't many people in this boring little place who actually know the definition of 'fun'," he confided to her, pulling a tragic face. "Its a flaw in the educational system, I think."

@ The Brat Prince.

Blaise chuckled silently, quite amused at the silly little mortal's silly little question. "I'm not at all sure, my dear," he answered back. "If you want to leave, I suppose you could try even though you're not going to get very far without sight, let alone The Sight." Blaise had given her what she wanted, painlessly, too. For a time, at least. There were a lot of rumors about those mortals with The Sight. Everything from their eyes being removed rather forcibly to them having to marry into one of the fae's royal families. None of it was true. They simply made sure to keep said person in their world up until the point where they decide that the mortal can be trusted, which was rare. Very rare indeed.

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Mary smiled. "Yes, the educational system. How tragic indeed," she mused. Looking around, she added, "You are right, though. Nobody in this damned era knows how to have a good time. With the obvious exception of you and of me. So," she continued on, biting her lip, still playing with her hair, "What exactly do you do for fun?"

@ beautiful monotony

Kat bit down on her lip to keep herself from saying something that she could quite possibly regret. Rather than being serious with her, she was almost completely certain that this fae was playing with her. Because she had the Sight, she'd spent quite a bit of time trying to learn about the fae through books and such, and one of the only things that everyone seemed to agree on was the fact that the fae were mischievous. "Okay then. What's actually going to happen?" she made herself ask, although she wasn't optimistic on getting a real answer.

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Mike inclined his head as he studied her. As confident as she had seemed to be earlier, biting her lip and playing with her hair seemed to be a sign otherwise. Either that, or he was overthinking things as usual. The curse of being a Hunter, he supposed. "Fun... fun... well, I come here for drinks and usually just hope to find someone else who knows how to have fun. It's hard to have fun when you're all on your lonesome," he shrugged. "What about you? What do you do for fun?"

@ Up in the Air.

(Mibba sucks sometimes. I'll fix the pic of Kat when I get to my computer :) )

Kat clenched her fists around the bars of the cell she stood in until her knuckles turned white. Her eyes felt weird, almost an itchy feeling, though she still saw nothing absolutely nothing. "I can't stay," she said, starting to feel frustrated. "So what if I have The Sight? I don't know anything about the fae. And I need to go home. My mom is going to get worried, and I have school in the morning. What possible reason could there be for me staying here?"

There was a logical part of her mind that realized this probably wasn't going to do her any good, but the larger part of her wasn't being logical. Actually, that larger part just wanted to go home. Though, by the time she finished speaking she could barely see... sort of a fuzzy sort of sight. Mostly she could see colors, but she could just barely make out some shapes as well. And the itching was fading, thankfully.

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Mike laughed. "Somehow, I get the feeling you ask plenty of strange men you've just met out on walks. And I also get the feeling that if they try anything, you can take care of yourself," he said, running a hand through his hair as he considered her question. Finally, he shrugged. "I think I'll take my chances though. Where is the lady wanting to walk to?"

(xD You're fine! I think everyone's done that before a time or two)
@ Up in the Air.

Blaise smiled. "Oh, that's where you are wrong. Even if I wanted to send you back, I couldn't, not legally unless you're deemed a threat by my father," he looked upon her, noticing her petit frame and the delicate nature that seemed to surround her. "I wouldn't go through the trouble of sneaking you out. The latter isn't an option either."

Blaise walked over to the door of her cell in silence, producing a key seemingly out of no where and unlocking the door. "You could always escape," he told her, curiosity seeping from his last words.

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Mary chuckled. She stood up, grabbing Mike's hand. She pulled him to his feet and out the door. She was glad to be back on the city streets, back into the fresh night air. The smell of gin was starting to get to her head, starting to give her a little bit of a head ache. She turned to face Michael. "How about getting lost?" She asked, rounding the corner next to the bar.

@ beautiful monotony

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As the faerie spoke, Kat's vision slowly returned to normal and the itching went away as well. By the time he unlocked the door, she had fully regained her vision. "Escape..." she repeated with a frown as she watched him warily. He had unlocked the door, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. "Are you trying to say that you would stand by and watch me just walk out of here?" She doubted that was case... more likely, what would happen is that as soon as she turned the corner, he would show up, laughing, and put her back in the cell.

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As Mike was pulled from his seat and out the door, he chuckled. It was rare to meet a woman as outgoing as Mary seemed to be so far, and despite that he had just met her, he found himself already taking a liking to her. "I suppose we could manage getting lost," he smiled as he followed her down the street next to the bar. "As long as we don't pay attention to buildings or road signs of any sort, it shouldn't be hard."

@ Up in the Air.

Blaise watched on, amused as Kat glanced from him to the cell door that he was propping open. "Well?" He prompted, in the same tone as before. When he didn't get a response from her, he stepped into the cage-like room and grabbed her hand, pulling her over to the door frame. "It's real, you know. Not like a troll or a hobgoblin or a damned pixie is going to come and eat you alive if you exit," he said, chuckling. "Even if that were the case, I think I'd still manage to protect you somehow," he motioned to the blade on his belt as he said this.

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Mary stopped in her tracks. She turned to Michael, assessing him. "And how do you suppose I do that?" She asked, taking a step closer to Mike, her dress swishing around her feet as she had done so. It wasn't all that hard to tell that mischief danced in her eyes. "Surely," she started, still holding her stare, "I'll need something else to keep my mind on." She was now only about a half of foot away from Mike, and sort of wished that she could be closer. "What do you propose?"

@ beautiful monotony