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Post by corinne on Aug 28, 2011 13:02:47 GMT -5
The single most difficult part of traveling had to be transportation. The cost of flying a plane didn't mean much to her, but airlines were made for fast travel, and the bureaucracy they've been consumed by bogged down their speed. Anything she wanted to bring with her had to be transported separately. Oh, and Heaven help a passenger if their flight is canceled. A private jet would be nice, but... bleh, I can't afford one of those.
As she entertained that final thought, the plain began to land. After spending what she deemed an unhealthy amount of time recollecting her belongings, she left with a small suitcase, which she perused to make sure the airline hadn't taken anything from. The change of clothes that contrasted the black ensemble she was wearing was still there, the books she had brought with her were still there, and the few packaged foods that came aboard were left intact.
Satisfied enough, she peered out the window to see what looked like a restaurant. After the long flight, she didn't have any other business at the airport. The menu shouldn't have been a problem as long as there were pictures for those who didn't speak the language. A minute later, she was out the door, and back in Quezon.
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Post by scarlet on Aug 28, 2011 13:20:21 GMT -5
Scarlet Dare looked out the window, feeling slightly agititated. Vampires that had to use planes? Ridiculous. She was only using it because she couldn't swim here, it would take far too long. And honestly, what would she feed on? Sharks? Dolphins? Jellyfish? Her teeth couldn't sink into that. Anyway, she was here to recruit vampires, Arcanists. Witches could help, but only slightly. Besides, she had heard that the people here were the best kind of dinner. She smiled sadistically. What fun it was, to be a vampire. She did not miss living, or being a witch. They were so... Weak. Thank god Benjamin had bailed her out of death. Her mind wandered away from the subject, for she hated Benjamin. There was nothing to be thankful for.
Scarlet looked out the window as the plane began to land. Perhaps she would stop by the restraunt. Hopefully they had good food there, and not burgers. She hated to drink people without healthy blood. It revolted her. Their skin, too, was hard to bite through. Maybe she would eat the restraunt owner. Casually, quickly. He wouldn't even scream. Scarlet was great at being discreet, for it was her whole life. She just hoped that the idiots in Argentina didn't reveal themselves. The male had always been a tricky one. Ravenna, though, she was better. She'd been her second in command for years, even if the girl was just a baby, in vampire terms.
Scarlet boarded out of the plane, nothing on hand except for her ring. She spotted another woman going into the restraunt. No doubt, she was magical. Scarlet felt hostility come over her, and she quickly ordered a table. Just in case.
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Post by corinne on Aug 28, 2011 13:31:25 GMT -5
She pulled up a chair, taking a quick look at the menu. Perhaps she wasn't adept enough to notice that someone or something else in the room was watching her, or perhaps her stomach just outweighed her curiosity. Just based on how mundane her day had been and how much she was looking forward to the meal, it was likely a combination of both. She did glance at the woman once, but not for long enough to notice her stare.
Another rogue thought made its way to the top of her subconscious. Why do they call waiters what they do if you wait for them, more often than not? She let the thought bounce off of her, seeing a short-haired gentleman come into view to take her order. Pointing to what appeared to be some sort of deep-fried meat, she let him go, not asking for a drink aside from the water that was already on the able.
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Post by scarlet on Aug 28, 2011 13:57:44 GMT -5
Scarlet's waiter came around, and she smiled at him. Her only smile, was sadistic. Looking into his eyes, Scarlet compelled him. "Find out if she's a threat to me or my exposure. What does she think of vampires? Be casual. Ask her side in all this." She was about to send him off, but paused instead. "Oh yeah. When the host ends up dead, you confess." she sent him off, curious as to how the girl aligned herself. She was a blonde, but Scarlet didn't really believe in stereotypes. She could either be a siren, elemental, or a witch. If the girl was a werewolf, she'd carry herself differently, and scent Scarlet from a mile away. If she was a vampire, she wouldn't even be ordering anything. Shapeshifter? They wouldn't ignore Scarlet for long. It only left three options. Scarlet looked down at her water as the waiter neared the blonde. Disdainfully, she sipped it. Water wasn't so bad as food.
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Post by corinne on Aug 28, 2011 14:08:50 GMT -5
More excited to eat than anything else, the waiter came back to her with her meal, and a strange question. His accent was thick, but he evidently did speak some semblance of the English language. It didn't take her longer than a minute to figure out what he was trying to tell her, regardless.
"Oh, vampires!" She waved a hand. Why would I know? Alright, I know I'm not a local, but am I really that pale? Figuring that me must have just been curious, she rattled off an answer. "Well, if they are real, they're still people like the rest of us, aren't they? Why, have you... met anyone you think is a vampire lately?"
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Post by scarlet on Aug 28, 2011 14:27:20 GMT -5
Scarlet heard her answer, since her hearing picked up everything. So, you won't be a problem. You're probably not powerful enough anyway. The scent of human food didn't allure her. "I have to feed," she muttered, standing up. Not caring anymore, she made her way to the kitchen. Putting on a sweet smile for the host and a waiter, she compelled them both. "You, stand and don't scream while I eat him. While I go out the back door, put the knife in his neck. You, host, don't scream. Be silent." Once that was done, Scarlet bit into the host, sucking him nearly dry in a matter of seconds. Best to be discreet. She felt so much better, perhaps even alive. "Now, dammit." The waiter did as he was asked. "I wasn't here." Scarlet went out the back door, greeting the new day with rejoice. She would go "shopping" next. Her outfit had a minor bloodstain. She covered it up quickly, but she still needed to wear something new.
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Post by corinne on Aug 28, 2011 14:34:19 GMT -5
The man walked away, giving her an answer she couldn't understand. She thought to ask what he had said at first, but reasoned that it wouldn't matter much in the long run- she might as well have sat back and enjoyed her plate.
Having just finished a... less sentient meal herself, Corinne spent a moment waiting for the table to be cleaned to leave money. Trying to keep herself occupied, she began to count before the man had come back. He was quickly becoming rude anyway- it could have been for the best to just leave what she could on the table. Granted, if she knew what was really happening, her opinion might change, but for the time being, everything was similar.
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Post by scarlet on Aug 28, 2011 14:43:51 GMT -5
In her new clothes, Scarlet returned to the restraunt. The witch was still of interest to her, and she came to observe all the chaos. She heard the staff's screams before long. Putting on a concerned expression, she watched a waitress run out with widened, afraid eyes. "Kamatayan! Kamatayan!" Scarlet understood that those words meant death. She knew that one word in many languages, as it followed her everywhere. She was curious as to how the girl would react to the host's death. The waitress was hysterical, and sobbing. Many people in the restraunt were now getting up, looking shocked. She didn't care about those people, though. There was no one magical in the room except for Scarlet and the blonde.
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Post by corinne on Aug 28, 2011 14:51:02 GMT -5
"Kamatayan! Kamatayan!"
She scarcely spoke Tagalog, but she knew what that meant- odds are, if she didn't, she could still take context clues. She stood up just as shocked as anyone else, because she couldn't afford to do anything else. She was a foreigner at the scene of a crime- then again, it was just as likely that the person who gave the warning was as well, but either way, running out of the restaurant before anyone else did would have been a bad idea.
Instead, she reached into the side pocket of her suitcase, only to find it was empty. The one time I have nothing, this happens...
It was true. Her Beretta was back at the hotel she had booked in advance, and her canteen was right there with it. Thankfully, she was in a restaurant, though- she picked up her water discreetly and held it to her side to warm it up.
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Post by scarlet on Aug 28, 2011 15:00:59 GMT -5
Why was she bothering with water? Was she an elemental? Because honestly, how was she going to fix this? Water was feeble, and elementals could derive it from anything. Even a brick. The waiter entered the room, coming from the kitchen. He started speaking in strange, heavy accented english. "I didn't like him, I did it." No shock was in his eyes, Scarlet had made sure of that. The waitress, no doubt fond of the host, started to attack him. It was a riot, and Scarlet rather enjoyed it. Everybody's reCtions were different when he killed. Never had it been quite like this. She still watched the witch, out of the corner of her eye.
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Post by corinne on Aug 28, 2011 15:11:34 GMT -5
Someone... flat-out admitted it? Things were getting too strange for her tastes. In the mess of a riot that had broken out, she did see a few people headed for the door. Putting on her best distressed face, she followed them out, ducking past a few desperate restaurant customers. Glad I enjoyed the meal, she rationalized. It's probably the last one that place is going to serve.
Before she left the building, she poured her water on the back of her sleeveless shirt and put the glass down. Stealing from the restaurant would have been suspicious, but if the water was soaked into her clothing and she paid for the meal, it was hers- and still usable if she needed to whip it out.
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Post by scarlet on Aug 28, 2011 15:22:35 GMT -5
As people started heading for the door, Scarlet followed them, but not without seeing the girl spill water on her shirt. On purpose. It suddenly hit her. She was a witch. Elementals were far more powerful when it came to their element. A witch wjo could control water was very much possible, even if it was weaker. Scarlet smiled. Would she confront the witch? She was still unsure. Scarlet would just keep trailing her. Casually, of course. Arcanism needed to grow to stomp out Serenism. The world could not know about magic. Ever. That would be the vampire's destruction. She would have to- oh god- feed off of animals! That could never happen!
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Post by corinne on Aug 28, 2011 15:31:51 GMT -5
Sitting down outside, she decided to catch her breath. The burning Sun wouldn't phase her just yet- after all, she did have a splash of cold water on her back, even if it needed to come out later. Despite her leanings, she obviously knew it was for the best not to manipulate water in front of a distressed restaurant on a whim.
Her eyes scanned the area again. She was looking for the woman who let them know what was happening before it did. She would leave calling the police to one of the locals; she was still scarcely in position to.
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Post by scarlet on Aug 29, 2011 16:35:38 GMT -5
Scarlet Dare saw the girl sitting outside, and decided to come on over. "Wasn't that awful?" A fake look of pity crossed her face, and she sat down beside her. "And quite- Unexpected." Scarlet looked up at the sun, knowing that she had a privilege. Being out here would be certain death, if not for her ring. She admired it, then turned her attention back to the girl. She needed to get to know her. After all... A witch was a very valuable thing to the Arcanists. Having been a witch once herself, she knew that they were powerful. Perhaps not as strong as vampires, but strong all the same. |
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Post by corinne on Aug 29, 2011 21:14:08 GMT -5
She nodded in agreement, but her expression remained reasonably solemn. "It was, it was..." she agreed. And inconvenient. As tempting as it was to add, not everyone had such a light perception of life and death. "This was my first stop in Quezon, too," she added, shifting her eyes. "I might just leave now- this isn't worth it."
She stood upright off the wall, not wanting to come off as rude. "Thanks for warning everyone, by the way." She looked back into the door for a brief moment. "Are you sure we should stick around? That guy was... pretty blunt about his dirty work; he probably doesn't care much about jail time."
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