''This should be fun.. well worth the wait..''

memeticistmonsoon

“Specimen?”

Teeth bared, his hands gripped each of his beloved sai, bringing Dystopia out to play in one elegant movement. “Is that the reason you come here so often? To gawk at me like I’m merely decoration? I am near blind but I feel every movement, the smug grin on your face.”

Twisting his weapons in his hands as though they were mere extensions of his intricately designed body, he shifted into a comfortable, defensive pose. There was nothing more suspicious and alarming than interest.

“Back. Off.”

The Nosferatu kept the grin fixed upon his face, right along with his already tempting piercing gaze. He tempted this one until they simply would not stand anymore, and therefore he did his test. He smiled once more, before lowering his head to a low bow..

“..As you wish, of course..”

So far, Liquid hadn’t exactly checked on the whereabouts of most of the people he’d known in the past. The ones who had been alive when he’d died, or the ones whose acquaintance he made known rather briefly in the time he’d been inhabiting Ocelot’s body. Here and there he’d checked on Ocelot afterwards, but he’d been too disgusted by the charade to stick around.

Perhaps it was for the best, though. Perhaps acquaintances would be remade in passing chances just like this one. “Technically, my past ended when I died. The fact that I even have a future isn’t anything I expected.” Which made things a bit difficult, but… he gave a theatrical shrug. “I’m still working on figuring out a number of things.”

Liquid raised a hand to his face and inspected his fingers idly. “Of course. A brief contact, a short conversation, even just a mere nod in passing. Or a deep, deep discussion. All can have a reason or none at all, and stem from nothing. You won’t know what’s going to happen until it happens.” Perhaps it was a bit philosophical, or perhaps it was simply making things up. Perhaps they were both the same thing, really, who knew?

“Well aren’t you a lucky one, I must live with mine but.. there’s really nothing I’d take back for what I’ve done. We do what we do to survive, and survive - we must. You’d be surprised what one will do to just.. live.”  And there it went. Vamp wasn’t normally the type to go all out with the past present and future but he did however believe in karma and fateful paths. Crossing, coming, going, whether it be future or past.. he always awaited the fact yet he knew truly he’d not ever get full peace, without a price.

“Well that’s good to hear, at least things are to be worked out with you that is. I try not to look too far into the future anymore, it grows tiring once you’ve got nothing truly to look forward to. That is of course, if one doesn’t. It all differs doesn’t it.” His eyes lidded with the thought as his eyes was indeed taken off of the other, they only drifted back and forth into thought as he brought himself back.. time to time, it did drift.

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“You should feel grateful,” he said, almost seeming offended. Perhaps because he was just a bit offended. His time and energy were precious, and he would not waste it on frivolous impulse. “I don’t give such gifts to everyone. Are you such a slave to your pleasures that you chase them even here? Did you think I was soeasily provoked?”

Perhaps he was a little more offended than he wanted to admit.

“Mm, is that right?” His tone was disinterested, his head barely facing the vampire. “I’m sure you’ll forgive me if I decline to give you that honour. The last thing we need is a post-heat beast rubbing himself against our furniture.” Where was this metaphor going?

“How quaint, I want nothing from you nor that furniture you speak of.. there’s not a crime in examining a specimen closely is there? I see not the harm..” The Romanian sensed that he indeed did offend the other, at what rate would he not be attempted to be struck down.. he awaited anyways, for he wasn’t just in his face to examine, it was merely only a test. But - what did he exactly mean by the kiss, metaphor after metaphor it seemed..

He still stood in place, balance after balance toe to toe he stood before the Cambodian, tilting his head in stolid hue he strung a taut half-crook grin.

His burnt lidded amber hues glanced to the other in turn, now why would a stranger ask him any such as that.. it could be his pale dimmed skin, how the light shined with his sweat, or.. one too many a gulp of sweet sanguine he hadn’t had in awhile. It began to make him appear pekid, dull yet full of light and the appearance of sheer drunkenness.. it’s a good thing the young woman didn’t look too far back into the alley to see the feet of the lifeless body he had just drained profusely. 

“I.. don’t know why you ask me such..”

She shifted under his gaze, trying not to be too unnerved. Being analyzed was not her favorite thing to be subject to. She often avoided too much contact. Lia was beginning to wish she had taken a different route home.

“It’s not like you haven’t bitten off more than you can chew before…It happens to many I’m sure. “ Her voice took a stern note, giving away her irritation. Blue eyes shifted to meet his amber gaze. Such a suspicious person, there were so many secrets in those eyes of his. She could feel it.

“K-kitten?!” She stuttered out, a pink hue gracing her cheeks. He had the nerve…truly infuriating.  Her fingers curled into her palm. To mess with her like this…how rude. “..call me that again…I dare you.” Venom dripped from her words, the tone of her voice dark as she hardened her gaze into a glare. She was not graced with much tolerance.

“Oh does the kitten have claws? My, I’d like to see what those claws can do.. you don’t want to make me an enemy girl, no harm intended.. grow some humor along with those milk-nails.” He mockingly hissed purring to the red haired woman. 

“Indeed, you’d be biting off more than you could chew if you took me as an order.. I suggest as I said, grow some humor.” Repeating himself again as he began to stroke his goatee he smirked to Lia, seeming to turn the tables a bit ‘at least he’d hoped’ he adjusted his creep factor. Only staring to her, as before predator to prey, he scoped her out.

Liquid was just a dramatic person, and it seemed a few years among the dead did nothing to quash that. Sure, his movements might not have been as fluid as they once were as limbs got used to having weight again, and maybe sometimes they didn’t respond quite the way he wanted them to at first, but it was a long process of readjustment and he was getting better daily. The dramatics would always be part of the package. It was just the way he was, and the way he’d always be.

“I suppose I should have seen it coming, but dwelling in the past like that is useless, isn’t it? At least for things I’ll never have any chance of changing.” He was bitter about a lot of things, but at least he was realistic. He’d had a lot of time to reflect on life and death. Maybe that’s the main reason he’d recognized the guy. Had plenty of time to dwell on his memories.

He shook his head, hands returning to his pockets. “No, no issues at all. Sometimes the best meetings are the ones brought on by chance, aren’t they? When you don’t intend something, but it turns out it worked out after all.” The conversation was a good source of entertainment so far, he supposed. “That’s what I intend to do. I’ve got a second chance, and I’m going to take it.”

Vamp seemed to get his point straight on with how he came off, blunt, honest, upfront, yet hurt. It resonated in him he was attempting to let go of the past as he too himself was as well, he knew the feeling at least subtly to what the other was going through. Mentally, and physically. A lot changed for him during his younger days, he wanted to forget those days.. instead on dwelling of the scent of death forced upon him yet even wanted, he was willing to be patient now as it went. 

“You are right about that indeed, one cannot continue to dwell on the past.. it’s not going to build up our future any brighter, it only hinders one from what which is coming for them.” He wasn’t a positive man himself but he remained neutral on the matter, with grit teeth and buckled tongue he made sure to keep quite quiet about certain forte’s and words. Death, and life, was something he was close to and knew of.. possibly more than anyone around.

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All at once he understood. How could he not have seen it before, or heard of it when doing his cursory research on this Nosferatu-esque character?

He liked it.

It almost upset the Cambodian. Was he disappointed? Annoyed? Not quite. But how interesting it was that this prototype to his darling Brazilian pet would turn out to enjoy pain as pleasure to a greater capacity than the samurai. The one he held affection for liked these efforts less.

Typical.

Sending a charge through his weapon to shock the other, he began to lose interest. “Why do you insist on coming here?” he sighed, pulling the sai from the Romanian’s chest and clipping it to his belt. “Do vampires go into heat?”

With the shock surging through him he grit his teeth and threw his head back with a rumbled heaved grunt. Certainly he expected that, and even then he didn’t move from those close quarters besides perhaps an inch back from the throwback of the reaction. 

“..Tsh.. that is all you have to offer me? Quite nice..” The Romanian lowered his head then to the other, sticking his nose up slightly to release a charmed yet gritted grin. He purred as much as ever, but at what true price.