Diran Parisyan
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Post by Diran Parisyan on Mar 14, 2010 2:52:19 GMT -5
Slipping into the marketplace in the middle of the night was easy, because nobody was there to congest the roads. And since nobody actually lived here, Diran could pretty much do whatever he pleased so long as he didn't disturb the taverns, lit with amber lantern-light even this late. But he wouldn't go into them anyways- at the moment he had much better things to do than get piss drunk and wake up with a splitting headache, thanks very much (though he wasn't quite sure what these better things were at the moment). Sitting himself down beside an empty kiosk, he pulled his flute out of his satchel and began to let a few lines flit off into the night air.
After a few minutes he stood up and wandered around in the dark, because he didn't have a light. Music wasn't as impressive to him if there was no person around sober enough to hear it and appreciate it. Yes, one plays music for themselves, but the reason they play it aloud is so that other people hear it as well. This town was good; a good portion of it fairly dirty but mostly well-kept, as he felt a town ought to be. But so far it was a little... dull.
There hadn't been nearly as many interesting people here as Diran had been expecting. Or perhaps there were, but he just hadn't been able to find them. This perplexed him greatly when he thought about it, because interesting people tended to mean trouble, and the idea of trouble avoiding him was almost absurd.
"Where are you, curious people?" he muttered, tossing out a few more trilling lines of music as he walked.
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 14, 2010 10:42:07 GMT -5
[ mind if I cut in? ]
Antonio mentally checked off the items he needed to get before he went back home to cook himself a nice, warm dinner before he --well-- before he continued to laze about until tomorrow. He walked, paying no attention to people around him, giving him looks as he stuck his head inside the rucksack and made a note of the things he still needed to get --should he remember what it was.
"Hm."
He sighed, wondering what on earth was missing. He figured that after he checked cinnamon bark off the list, he would be ready to go home right about now but still, something felt amiss.
He tried looking up at the sky for answers, olive-green eyes searching the heavens for whatever it was that he was looking for.
A sign, por favor.
Then the heavens grew dark all of a sudden and started to close in on him. Antonio blinked but didn't move from his spot and then--
splat--
Chuckling, he wiped the red juice off his face and shouldered his rucksack.
"That's more than one way to give me a sign."
He continued his walk once more, rifling through each shop for the best tomatoes he could find and as he was about to approach one that seemed fairly decent, he stopped short backtracking with a dumbfounded expression on his face.
A lady passed him by, flashing a coquettish smile. He gave her a nod of acknowledgement and a genial grin in return, but the detachment was apparent and the woman stormed off with a huff.
His feet took him to the sound, his rucksack still open, slung over his shoulder.
"Excuse me."
He muttered, unsure of what to say, really. It wasn't often he didn't come across people merely by chance. Under any other circumstances, he wouldn't have followed unless he needed something.
But the tomatoes are over there, idiot! He heard an ominous in the back of his mind curse at him. He grinned a little at that, though outwardly, nobody would understand why. Not that anybody had to pick at his musings --he didn't quite think they were plenty interesting anyway.
"You were the one playing?" [/color]
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Mar 14, 2010 13:52:00 GMT -5
The majority of the shops were closed by the time Roderich finally put his violin away, counting the money that had been thrown in the case. Ah, a good day... More than enough to splurge on something good for dinner. He smiled happily as he walked, humming softly in anticipation of the meal he would cook for himself. Perhaps the smell would even entice Gilbert to stay in the kitchen without complaining.
Roderich clasped his hands behind his back as he walked, perusing the shops that were still open. Then he heard the soft notes of a flute drifting through the air, and he frowned, turning on his heel to pursue the sound. If that's Gilbert...
The bard turned a corner and began his planned lecture, "Gilbert, if I had known you were out," he scolded, "I would have packed up earlier. Were you looking for --" Then his eyes widened as he registered the music-playing man before him was not, in fact, Gilbert.
Nor was he the only one who seemed to have followed the sound of the music, as another man stood opposite the flute player. "Aah." Clearing his throat in embarrassment, Roderich felt a slight flush cross his cheeks. "I'm sorry; I seem to be interrupting something."
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Diran Parisyan
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Post by Diran Parisyan on Mar 14, 2010 18:45:40 GMT -5
Diran turned around, the flute still against his lips, to look at Antonio. His eyebrows shot up and back down, as he hadn't expected anyone to come looking for him. A faint red appearing on his cheeks, he tucked the flute back into his satchel and nodded to Antonio.
"Yes, I was. After all, I'm the only one here with a flute." With a little bow of his head, he proceeded to introduce himself. "My name is Diran."
Then when the bespectacled man addressed him, he spun around to see whe was approaching him now, and to feel relieved that there might be interesting people. Seeing Roderich's flush he couldn't help but feel pleased with himself, as though it was Diran's intention to make him uncomfortable.
"Oh, you were not interrupting anything, I just met this man as well. If you hadn't heard me, I am Diran Parisyan." He bowed his head to the brunette, discreetly admiring his coat.
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Seraphine Grimaldi
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"We often look back at the closed door, we forget to look at the opened one..."
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Post by Seraphine Grimaldi on Mar 14, 2010 18:58:50 GMT -5
(Let's add a female, shall we?)
Seraphine had wondered off again in her sleep once again. Last time she could all remember, she was asleep in the library after reading all those books. And now, she had awoken in the middle of the night near the marketplace. A tad bit too far from her home. She wandered around in the marketplace when she heard fantastic music playing nearby. Curious to know who it was, she started to approach to the origin of the music. As she was getting near, the music had stopped as if interrupted. That didn't matter, she was close by anyways.
She took a few more steps before coming across three men. She stayed back for a while before coming any more closer. She had heard the name of one man; Diran Parisyan. Now, she was curious to know the names of the other two. She approached them now. But would they wonder why a young girl like her is out at this hour? She chuckled to herself.
"Pardon me, which one of you was playing the music?" Seraphine asked the trio as she was walking towards them. She put on a smile as not to give any bad impression. "You see, I heard it from afar. It just counded so terribly wonderful." she added.
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Diran Parisyan
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Post by Diran Parisyan on Mar 14, 2010 19:34:49 GMT -5
Hearing a third voice, Diran spun around on his heel again to face the female. She was very pretty, and dressed well even if her clothing were a bit, shall we say, lax. His eyes lit up and he was in front of her with a few brisk steps, reaching out to shake her hand like a gentleman. He allowed a small smile to cross his face as he clasped her hand.
"I was playing my flute, and I'm very glad you liked it. It would seem that I'm drawing something of a crowd. My name is Diran Parisyan, and you are?"
He raised his brows, ready to listen. It was only then that he realized that she was two inches taller than him, but that didn't bother him. Now that he was right in front of her and talking to her, he realized that the other two who had been speaking to him might feel a bit miffed at his sudden shift in mood. He turned away from her after she released her hand and went back to where he had stood before her arrival. Was it his fault that he found girls more interesting to talk to?
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Seraphine Grimaldi
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Post by Seraphine Grimaldi on Mar 14, 2010 20:22:59 GMT -5
The one named Diran approached her and greeted her with the warmth that would cool this night. Though he was a tad bit shorter than she was, that didn't matter. He shook her hand and spoke. Seraphine listened to him attentively. So he played the flute did he? A sound that she had not heard for a while now. She was impressed.
"Pleased to meet you Diran. My name is Seraphine; Serpahine Grimaldi."she replied with a smile curving across her face. Once he let go, she tossed her curls backward and slowly approached the group. "Are you a trio? Do you all play?" she added to her previous statement.
She took a glance to the people along with him, awaiting for their responses. She had seen the spectacled man a few times in the Residential District. Though, she had never seen the other man before. Was he new here? "May I also know your names?" she asked.
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Mar 15, 2010 0:13:05 GMT -5
[>> *jumps in to add to the insanity*]
"If it's to protect you then I will become, evil for you, and only for you..." Gilbert sung quietly under his breathe as he navigated through the winding streets of the city. It was getting late, past midnight, and he hadn't heard from Roderich all day. During the daylight hours, this was fairly normal, as he was little more than useless under the sun. At night, however, was a different story. Under the moon and stars there was nothing to restrain him.
The faint sound of voices resonated from up ahead, and, as the Prussian's instincts had guessed, he recognized Roderich's scent with a small rush of delight and hurried forward. However, the moment he rounded the corner, he almost immediately regretted it. A small crowd was gathered up ahead, and the albino had never been fond of being around more humans than needed. It risked his secret being revealed... but Roderich was there. That was a plus.
"Having fun, young master?" he asked, walking up beside the brunette and glancing around the group with a feigned pout. "I didn't know you had so many friends around here. Why haven't..." he trailed off, spotting Seraphine on the far edge of the group, and immediately his lips formed a thin frown. He remembered her from the beach, and his dislike for the female had only grown since then. She was the closet thing to a threat that he knew, and didn't like the idea of her being near his "master".
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Seraphine Grimaldi
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Post by Seraphine Grimaldi on Mar 15, 2010 4:15:35 GMT -5
Seraphine awaited for the responses of the other two men with Diran. However, she had felt a presence coming. It was familiar to her. In fact to familiar. She knew she had felt this one before. Suddenly, the albino came once again. It was the same one once again. Ever since she had met him on the beach a few nights ago. And their conversation then has still left some questions unanswered. What was he? And what was that aura he gave off? She had her eyes glued to him now. Though she was still new at magic, she knew something was definitely wrong with him. He had called the brunette 'young master'. That was a clue already.
She knew their eyes met when his words were trailed off. Ruby meets Emerald. Death meets envy. Crimson meets green. There was still that unwanted presence as he was there. This was the second time she had felt it. And it only occurred so far when he was there. Was there some kind of coincidence? There were no coincidences in her world. Only fate.
"Ah! We meet once again monsieur." Seraphine greeted him as she was already walking towards him. She felt the feeling of being unwanted now. Was it because she was too close to someone? "Don't tell me that you've forgotten me now?" she joked around as she lit up a sly smile for him, awaiting for his next performance.
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Mar 15, 2010 7:19:40 GMT -5
[A NOTE TO SERAPHINE: Gilbert never told your character that his name was Gilbert. Thus, she couldn't know that this was his name--I had yet to reply in the other post when I replied here. You might want to fix that in your post.]
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Seraphine Grimaldi
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Post by Seraphine Grimaldi on Mar 15, 2010 7:27:07 GMT -5
[Note to "Gilbert": Oh~ I must've put it there by mistake... I thought I edited that out! Lemme fix that. (stupid browser)]
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Post by Antonio Fernandez Carriedo on Mar 15, 2010 8:26:44 GMT -5
"I see you have attracted quite the crowd here, Señor Diran," he smiled, rather pleased that he wasn't the only one who was attracted to the sound. It was a little alarming, quite honestly and it took him off guard, though he didn't show it up front. After awhile, it became easier to believe that the man's playing was simply that good.
"My name is Antonio." He responded, mirroring the light tip to the head.
"I suppose you take a few coins for playing such lovely tunes?" He inquired with a slight tilt of his head. His eyebrows raised at the sight of his treatment to the female new comer, whom he surveyed as well. Stopping himself from joking about formalities (as they'd only met less than a few minutes ago), he shifted the bag strap of his rucksack and only realized then that it had been open the whole time.
Thankfully, only the mushrooms had fallen.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Mar 15, 2010 12:30:11 GMT -5
"Ah, there you are," Roderich spoke to Gilbert briskly, turning away from the others in time to catch his glance of distaste toward the young woman, Seraphine. Raising one eyebrow, he resisted the urge to question, knowing that it was unlikely anyone else had noticed. "I met the young flute player here just a moment ago," he explained, nodding once toward the man who'd introduced himself as Diran. "It was to him I was speaking," he added, lips thinning as Seraphine casually began speaking to Gilbert, ignoring him completely.
She seemed unaware of the aura Roderich could sense growing around Gilbert, and his stomach muscles clenched. As rude as she appeared to his slightly aristocratic tastes, he knew it would take more than that to agitate his vampiric companion.
He almost applauded Antonio smoothly steering the conversation back toward Diran, even as he felt a slight twinge of jealousy as the other man offered the flute-player money. His hand drifted toward the violin on his back in the vain hope that if he played, the other man would be equally free with his money toward him. A moment's thought, and he arrested the motion and inwardly laughed at himself. Returning his gaze to Gilbert, he flicked his eyes to the side. "As the music has stopped, shall we go?" If the young woman were going to ignore him, he saw no reason not to return the favor. And even without this admittedly petty reason, he could feel Gilbert tensing.
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Mar 15, 2010 14:05:16 GMT -5
"Forgotten?" Gilbert asked, forcing a sickly sweet smile on his face. "How could I forget? I've got an awesome memory; never forgotten a face in my life." Wouldn't it be nice if I could, though? he finished silently and shifted his attention to Roderich with a much more genuine look of satisfaction. It didn't at all surprise him that it had been music the brunette was after and he found himself snickering despite how bizarre it might have appeared to the others.
"Once the music stops you lost interest, huh?" he asked in a teasing tone, poking Roderich in the cheek. "You won't make friends that way. You have to shake hands and formalities like that. Invite them to a bar and leave them the bill. It's how I do it." Of course, the statement was a lie, and he was fairly sure Roderich would know it, but that didn't stop him from saying it.
He took a step back and turned to leave as the brunette had suggested, when the man with an open backpack suddenly caught his attention. The man, also brunette, though not nearly as dark as Roderich's, had a friendly face and eyes in a shade of green Gilbert had never seen before (though he couldn't remember having met anyone with green eyes previously). The silverette tilted his head to the side, watching with a blank expression before asking, "You loose something, Señor tomato?" He could easily smell the scent of the fruit radiating off the other man, and he silently prayed that he was correct in assuming the back had some inside to cover his (would be) clever "nickname".
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Seraphine Grimaldi
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Post by Seraphine Grimaldi on Mar 15, 2010 20:03:13 GMT -5
"I still don't believe I have your name yet sir." Seraphine called out to follow up hoping that they'd notice. She didn't expect that he'd answer his name for her. But a common courtesy would do from the gentleman. She had found out Antonio's name already. And she knew Ludwig from the previous night. She approached them just before they could leave and gave the brunette a tap on the shoulder. She had this unwary feeling something was going to happen.
"Careful out there." she told them. She would not want her new found friends to have some problems now don't you. She took a glance towards Ludwig. She seemed to twitch seeing him a bit. She could sense his aura now. It was different from the people she'd met. His seemed to give off a battle aura. And it only grew stronger when she tapped the brunette. Now she backed off a bit.
"You too, Ludwig.". Though she didn't want to say it, she had to. She wasn't done with him just yet. She approached the group once again and returning the conversation to Diran. "I'm sorry. I don't have anything to offer. you see, I woke up a few blocks away from my house. And I believe I have nothing to offer to you at this moment. Please come by sometime. I'd like to offer you a drink or two. You too, Monsieur Antonio." she said the last line glancing towards Antonio.
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