Name: Vanessa Knite
Age: As old as time itself.
Gender: Female
Status: Immortal
Occupation: Currently unemployed.
Appearance: Vanessa wouldn't be considered drop dead gorgeous nor would she be considered entirely hideous. She was, simply put, average. Occasionally she would put on makeup and put effort into her wardrobe and possibly be considered beautiful. Yet, these times were few and far between. She kept her brown hair dyed, simple and short. Her hair's natural curves gave it a bit more shape rather than a mop on the top of her head. Her bright blue eyes were perhaps one of her finer features, gaining her a couple interesting looks whenever she chose to go outside. She worked out every evening, keeping her body in tip top condition. After hundred of years of fighting it simply became habit and she found it was a nice way to stay relaxed. Her choice of clothing was almost always something chosen for comfort rather than appearance. Jeans, converse tennis shoes and a v-neck blouse were her usual garb. Once in a while she would bust out a nice dress or skirt, but these times (like when she did make-up) were seldom.
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Vanessa Knite
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Washington DC, Present Day
a character in “The Immortals”, as played by Mavz
Description
Personality
Likes: Most animals, nearly any type of alcohol, a good fight, classical music, history and steak.
Dislikes: Rude and inconsiderate people, people shouting, people in her way, being bested in a fight and people talking down to her.
Personality: Vanessa could be considered a very motivated and headstrong person. She doesn't like to be slowed down from achieving her goals and she's not afraid to best any obstacles in her way, human or not. She never hesitates from violence, especially if violence is inevitable. She believes that being the first one to strike gives one the upper hand. This isn't to say that she's entirely violent, no. She has a very good sense of when and when its not an appropriate time for violence. She does her best to be caring to those around her, but it isn't exactly her strong suit. She, at times, can be short and snippy with those around her especially if they have angered her. Having lost many people in her life, Vanessa isn't one to become easily attached. She does her best to avoid any sort of attachment to anyone for fear of watching them grow old and die. A lot of people have decided it best to simply leave her alone.
Equipment
Skills: Hand to hand combat, sword fighting, strong understanding of strategical tactics, has very well aim with modern guns and rifles, speaks a variety of languages, can fly older aircraft and knows her way around various different engines.
Weaknesses: She is not very good at knife fighting, she cannot harm children and has a fear of large amounts of fire.
Weapons: She nearly always carries a Beretta nine millimeter in a concealed case in the waistband of her pants.
History
Vanessa doesn't remember much of her early life, it having been so long ago. Her earliest memory was perhaps her time as Joan d'Arc where she served Charles the Seventh and brought numerous victories to France during the Hundred Years' War. It was one of her proudest times of her life. She led men who thought they were her betters and under the guidance of her Guardian she brought swift victories. It was unfortunate when she was kidnapped by the Burgundians, having been betrayed by her own men. She remembered the trial with the English pope of Beauvais and her sentencing to burn at the stake. Her Guardian Angel had helped her to escape, cutting her binds when the flames were high enough and guiding her way to safety. It took weeks to heal the burned flesh and since then Vanessa is terrified of large amounts of fire. Even a torch terrified her. After licking her wounds, Vanessa stayed primarily out of sight for a few decades. She didn't want anyone to recognize her and cry out that her being alive was a miracle. She decided to travel throughout Europe and after a couple centuries she wounded up in Russia where she served under the great rule of Catherine the Second. She worked in the Empress' stables for some time before moving elsewhere. For centuries she wandered throughout the land. Oftentimes she would disguise herself as a man and join in local fighting or wars that happened throughout the years. It made it easier to fake her own death. When England started its first colonies in America, Vanessa was on the first ship over. She helped various different settlements and at one time became friends with a nearby indian tribe. She was even in Salem when the witch trials occurred, an event in history that still infuriates her today. She tried to defend those who were sentenced to hang, telling them that the girls were making it all up. The girls turned on her and she found herself fleeing the village, not wanting to be hanged herself.
The centuries came quickly and soon she found herself in New York City, where she spent some time. She faked her death here and there, but mainly she simply moved from one side of the city to the next. She was sitting in her apartment when she saw on the news the interview with the man, his name she could not remember. All she did remember was his claim that there was an immortal living in Washington DC. Within moments she had everything packed and was on her way to DC. She couldn't believe that there was potentially another immortal and wanted to be the first to find out. She wanted to meet him, talk to him, figure out if she wasn't the only one.
So begins...
Vanessa Knite's Story
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Vanessa had only been in Washington DC for about a week and already she had found a suitable pub to spend her evenings. She sat at one of the tables alongside a window with a book before her and a beer in her hand. She had just settled down after a long day of job hunting and had taken a pair of high heels off her sore feet and placed them on the floor beside her chair. Her legs, which were covered by a pair of black slacks, were crossed underneath her in an attempt to make herself more comfortable. She had unbuttoned her blue silk blouse halfway down, revealing the black tank underneath. Her suit jacket she had removed and had placed on the back of the chair along with her purse. She had attempted to remove the dark red lipstick from her lips, but hints of its color still remained. Her eyelashes covered in mascara she had left alone, knowing it would be best to remove it at home with the proper liquids. Her hair she had run a hand through so many times that by the end of the day it had lost its shine and many of the tight curls had loosened. Her appearance was a weak shadow of what she had looked like before, but she didn't care. None of her potential employers were sitting in this room and she had no need to impress anyone at the moment.
She had considered going on a search for the Immortal that was shown on TV only a week ago, but she knew it would have been a lost cause. He was probably holed up somewhere in hiding, if he was smart at least. She had decided that it would be best to grab a book from the local bookstore and sit down at her new favorite pub and read. More importantly she knew she needed a beer and to relax. Occasionally she would look up from her book to glance outside the window and watch as people walked down the lit sidewalk. She thought that maybe if she looked enough she might be lucky enough to spot him, though it was a very slim chance. She ended up giving up and for the most part kept to her book. She would look up every once in a while when someone new entered the pub, but they would only hold her attention for so long before she was back in her book.
She had considered going on a search for the Immortal that was shown on TV only a week ago, but she knew it would have been a lost cause. He was probably holed up somewhere in hiding, if he was smart at least. She had decided that it would be best to grab a book from the local bookstore and sit down at her new favorite pub and read. More importantly she knew she needed a beer and to relax. Occasionally she would look up from her book to glance outside the window and watch as people walked down the lit sidewalk. She thought that maybe if she looked enough she might be lucky enough to spot him, though it was a very slim chance. She ended up giving up and for the most part kept to her book. She would look up every once in a while when someone new entered the pub, but they would only hold her attention for so long before she was back in her book.
Two hundred dollars. Thatâs how much the old lady at the airport had given him. And a smile was all it took. The TSA agent told him of The Red Huntsman when Daavid enquired about where he could find the best wine in town. He gave Daavid a hundred dollars. Poor chap. I hope he has money left over to survive the day.
He was standing in front of The Red Huntsman wearing what he always wore, a Brown suit and black Jeans. It was a small pub surrounded by what looked like apartments. It had been a few days since he had heard of the âImmortalâ. At first he wasnât interested. It was Foxx News after all, no one trusted them. The story spread, but what made him leave his experiments, Mr. and Mrs. Yagami, was a realization. He had left Edu when too many people greeted him with, âYou look same as ever.â
He couldnât just stop experimenting, no matter what. He needed one immediately. As he entered the pub he saw two likely candidates. A young couple in the far corner and the woman reading a book seated in the window side table. The others were the usual culprits found in every bar. The Leader, the Dealer, the Rat, the Hunk, etc. He went to the bar counter and stood there waiting for the barman to come to him.
âYes?â asked the barman. He looked at the lady in the blue and said, âWhiskey?â
âBeer,â said the barman. He filled a jug and gave Daavid a big glass. He smiled at the barman and reached into his pocket. âDonât worry. Itâs on the house,â interrupted the smiling barman. Ofcourse it is, thought Daavid and with the jug in one hand and the glass in the other, he reached the table where the lone woman was sitting. He looked at her. She was nothing special but she wasnât bad either. He smiled, out of habit, eventhough she wasnât looking and asked, âMay I sit here?â
He was standing in front of The Red Huntsman wearing what he always wore, a Brown suit and black Jeans. It was a small pub surrounded by what looked like apartments. It had been a few days since he had heard of the âImmortalâ. At first he wasnât interested. It was Foxx News after all, no one trusted them. The story spread, but what made him leave his experiments, Mr. and Mrs. Yagami, was a realization. He had left Edu when too many people greeted him with, âYou look same as ever.â
He couldnât just stop experimenting, no matter what. He needed one immediately. As he entered the pub he saw two likely candidates. A young couple in the far corner and the woman reading a book seated in the window side table. The others were the usual culprits found in every bar. The Leader, the Dealer, the Rat, the Hunk, etc. He went to the bar counter and stood there waiting for the barman to come to him.
âYes?â asked the barman. He looked at the lady in the blue and said, âWhiskey?â
âBeer,â said the barman. He filled a jug and gave Daavid a big glass. He smiled at the barman and reached into his pocket. âDonât worry. Itâs on the house,â interrupted the smiling barman. Ofcourse it is, thought Daavid and with the jug in one hand and the glass in the other, he reached the table where the lone woman was sitting. He looked at her. She was nothing special but she wasnât bad either. He smiled, out of habit, eventhough she wasnât looking and asked, âMay I sit here?â
Vanessa looked up when she heard a voice and it took her brain a moment to process what he had asked. She glanced around the room for a moment to note all the empty tables and chairs before returning her gaze back to the man before her. He reminded her of Hitler's version of a "perfect race" and for a moment thought she could place him as one of Hitler's generals, but the thought lingered only for a moment. She had to remind herself that there would always be people that looked like those she had met in her past, but that was simply because she had met so many people. Still, she was wondering why he had decided to sit at her table rather than at another.
"Yes, you may," she said calmly, "Dislike sitting by yourself?"
The question was presented with no intent of offending the man, she simply wanted an explanation as to why he chose to sit with her instead of those around her. As she waited for his response, her eyes moved to the woman who had just entered the bar and she watched as the woman ordered a drink Vanessa had not seen in a very long time. Last time she saw it she happened to be out of the country, but she couldn't exactly place where. She almost wanted some herself, but in the long run decided her beer was just as appeasing to the taste buds. Her eyes turned back to the man before her, still curious as to his answer. She disliked appearing rude and decided it best to close her book and appear as though her full attention was on the man before her. He at least had a charming smile and seemed pleasant enough to garner her attention.
"Yes, you may," she said calmly, "Dislike sitting by yourself?"
The question was presented with no intent of offending the man, she simply wanted an explanation as to why he chose to sit with her instead of those around her. As she waited for his response, her eyes moved to the woman who had just entered the bar and she watched as the woman ordered a drink Vanessa had not seen in a very long time. Last time she saw it she happened to be out of the country, but she couldn't exactly place where. She almost wanted some herself, but in the long run decided her beer was just as appeasing to the taste buds. Her eyes turned back to the man before her, still curious as to his answer. She disliked appearing rude and decided it best to close her book and appear as though her full attention was on the man before her. He at least had a charming smile and seemed pleasant enough to garner her attention.
Daavid sat down and looked at the woman. Smiling he said, âThis seat has the best view,â and pointed towards the park some distance away. Three streets joined up right in front of the pub forming an inverted âTâ if seen from inside the pub. The park was situated about two hundred meters on the street directly coming towards the entrance.
Daavid wasnât lying. The view of the park from the other seats was blocked by trees, people, a lamp post, a post box, and a bus stand. Looking at parks and green landscapes reminded him of the time in Munich when spent four cold nights in a park to build up stamina. The plan had failed but it was certainly a nice experience.
Daavid noticed the woman looking at someone behind him. He poured some of the beer in his glass and pushed the jug in the direction of the woman who sat across him. âPlease help yourself. I cannot drink this much,â he said.
Regardless of anything, she was now his new experiment. So he started thinking about his approach.
What kind of a male figure does she want right now? Father? I aint old enough to be a father figure. A brother? If she wants a brother she will ask me for help without giving too much detail. If she wants a lover, sheâll eagerly listen to me. If she wants a friend, sheâll tell me everything. If she wants a son⊠Sheâs too young.
Suddenly Daavid remembered something. She had asked a question. A fucking question! Eventhough he was smiling. His smile didnât work well on her⊠What now? He needed more intel on her before he could proceed. Should he choose another target? No way. This would be a nice challenge.
âPlease, donât mind me,â he said when he saw she had closed her book. Just ignore me. He couldnât waste time here anymore. Heâd act like he is interested in whatever she might say and leave in an hour or two. He continued watching people sitting in the park.
Daavid wasnât lying. The view of the park from the other seats was blocked by trees, people, a lamp post, a post box, and a bus stand. Looking at parks and green landscapes reminded him of the time in Munich when spent four cold nights in a park to build up stamina. The plan had failed but it was certainly a nice experience.
Daavid noticed the woman looking at someone behind him. He poured some of the beer in his glass and pushed the jug in the direction of the woman who sat across him. âPlease help yourself. I cannot drink this much,â he said.
Regardless of anything, she was now his new experiment. So he started thinking about his approach.
What kind of a male figure does she want right now? Father? I aint old enough to be a father figure. A brother? If she wants a brother she will ask me for help without giving too much detail. If she wants a lover, sheâll eagerly listen to me. If she wants a friend, sheâll tell me everything. If she wants a son⊠Sheâs too young.
Suddenly Daavid remembered something. She had asked a question. A fucking question! Eventhough he was smiling. His smile didnât work well on her⊠What now? He needed more intel on her before he could proceed. Should he choose another target? No way. This would be a nice challenge.
âPlease, donât mind me,â he said when he saw she had closed her book. Just ignore me. He couldnât waste time here anymore. Heâd act like he is interested in whatever she might say and leave in an hour or two. He continued watching people sitting in the park.
She followed his finger to see where he was pointing and was slightly surprised at the clear her table gave. So he wasn't lying, which eased her a small fraction but she was still left with uncertainty. She turned her gaze back towards him when he spoke again and saw what he was offering, a glass of beer. A small smile spread across her lips as she looked at the glass, for she had finished her's just moments before. The great thing about being immortal was that poisons didn't really kill you. Some caused pain, this was true, but she doubted that the man before her had poisoned her glass anyway. Her Guardian would have probably been bothering her by now if the man had indeed did anything to the drink. This thought made her realize that her Guardian had actually been rather quiet, almost too quiet. She didn't dwell on it long, he never left even when she wanted him to.
"A man who looks fit to be a soldier cannot finish a glass of beer?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, a slightly amused expression on her face, "No matter, I thank you for your offer and I find that I cannot decline."
She oftentimes forgot that it didn't appear natural or normal for an average sized woman to drink a couple beers and appear as though there were no hints of alcohol in them. Thankfully her forgetfulness had yet to land her into any trouble and she hoped that today would be no different as she took hold of the beer and downed nearly half without a thought. Now that she wasn't reading her book her only distraction from time, other than the man and potentially those around her, was the beer. Though the man almost seemed upset by her turning her attention away to the book and to him and for a moment she was confused. Perhaps he was simply being polite? It was the only explanation she could think of.
"Please, the least I can do is to entertain you in conversation in return for the beer. If it's any consolation I've read so many biographies about Joan d'Arc that I can live waiting to read the rest of this one."
She moved her hand to reveal the book she had been reading. It was indeed a biography of Joan d'Arc with a picture of a painting resembling Vanessa on the front. Vanessa read the different biographies mainly for humor, finding it rather hilarious the many things authors came up with to fill in the blank pieces in history. Sometimes they would get actual events completely wrong. All in all it provided Vanessa with a good laugh. As she raised her glass to take another sip of beer, her eyes wandered over to the girl sitting at the bar and noticed her fiddling with what appeared to be a Celtic cross. Vanessa wondered if the girl was actually Irish or just seemed to enjoy Irish things, like the cross and the meade.
"A man who looks fit to be a soldier cannot finish a glass of beer?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, a slightly amused expression on her face, "No matter, I thank you for your offer and I find that I cannot decline."
She oftentimes forgot that it didn't appear natural or normal for an average sized woman to drink a couple beers and appear as though there were no hints of alcohol in them. Thankfully her forgetfulness had yet to land her into any trouble and she hoped that today would be no different as she took hold of the beer and downed nearly half without a thought. Now that she wasn't reading her book her only distraction from time, other than the man and potentially those around her, was the beer. Though the man almost seemed upset by her turning her attention away to the book and to him and for a moment she was confused. Perhaps he was simply being polite? It was the only explanation she could think of.
"Please, the least I can do is to entertain you in conversation in return for the beer. If it's any consolation I've read so many biographies about Joan d'Arc that I can live waiting to read the rest of this one."
She moved her hand to reveal the book she had been reading. It was indeed a biography of Joan d'Arc with a picture of a painting resembling Vanessa on the front. Vanessa read the different biographies mainly for humor, finding it rather hilarious the many things authors came up with to fill in the blank pieces in history. Sometimes they would get actual events completely wrong. All in all it provided Vanessa with a good laugh. As she raised her glass to take another sip of beer, her eyes wandered over to the girl sitting at the bar and noticed her fiddling with what appeared to be a Celtic cross. Vanessa wondered if the girl was actually Irish or just seemed to enjoy Irish things, like the cross and the meade.
The setting changes from The Red Huntsman to Washington DC, Present Day
"A man who looks fit to be a soldier cannot finish a glass of beer?" she had said. He would have replied, "Beer makes one fat," but he was lost in thought at that time so he didn't reply.
"Please, the least I can do is to entertain you in conversation in return for the beer. If it's any consolation I've read so many biographies about Joan d'Arc that I can live waiting to read the rest of this one," she replied and that made Daavid smile. Ofcourse you'll entertain me. You are my experiment after all. But who is Joan d'Arc? Joan? Joan... He knew she was famous, but who was she?
The pub was starting to fill, but with wierdos. A woman asking for meade and a man for Sake? What in the world was happening? His thought meandered about for a while and then he stood up.
"Please excuse me, ma'am. But I must leave. Let me take care of the bill for the both of us," he said to the woman and placed a hundred dollar bill on the table. As he started leaving, it dawned on him. Joan d'Arc was the French woman in the Hundred Years War books. He looked back at the cover and smiled at the woman, "I would refrain from using Joan d'Arc's biographies. She is shown as a hero, a mary-sue. The books on The Hundred Year War should provide a much better and real version of her."
He had chosen the lover figure for her. Even though the jug he got was 'on the house' and she probably had already paid for her drink, cannot a lover do this much for her?
A few seconds later he was outside. Now, it's time to find the immortal. He's become quite famous, thought Daavid as he walked towards the bus stop. Atleast twice he overheard a conversation regarding the immortal, on the way to the pub. "Immortal? Hah! That would be pretty fucking dumb," one of the men had said. So Daavid smiled and took all his money. He gave all that he had to beggar and said, "Be a good man," and so the beggar become his pet project.
He took a taxi to the White House. It was a large building but only had a small fence to protect it. Now to meet someone important
"Please, the least I can do is to entertain you in conversation in return for the beer. If it's any consolation I've read so many biographies about Joan d'Arc that I can live waiting to read the rest of this one," she replied and that made Daavid smile. Ofcourse you'll entertain me. You are my experiment after all. But who is Joan d'Arc? Joan? Joan... He knew she was famous, but who was she?
The pub was starting to fill, but with wierdos. A woman asking for meade and a man for Sake? What in the world was happening? His thought meandered about for a while and then he stood up.
"Please excuse me, ma'am. But I must leave. Let me take care of the bill for the both of us," he said to the woman and placed a hundred dollar bill on the table. As he started leaving, it dawned on him. Joan d'Arc was the French woman in the Hundred Years War books. He looked back at the cover and smiled at the woman, "I would refrain from using Joan d'Arc's biographies. She is shown as a hero, a mary-sue. The books on The Hundred Year War should provide a much better and real version of her."
He had chosen the lover figure for her. Even though the jug he got was 'on the house' and she probably had already paid for her drink, cannot a lover do this much for her?
A few seconds later he was outside. Now, it's time to find the immortal. He's become quite famous, thought Daavid as he walked towards the bus stop. Atleast twice he overheard a conversation regarding the immortal, on the way to the pub. "Immortal? Hah! That would be pretty fucking dumb," one of the men had said. So Daavid smiled and took all his money. He gave all that he had to beggar and said, "Be a good man," and so the beggar become his pet project.
He took a taxi to the White House. It was a large building but only had a small fence to protect it. Now to meet someone important
The setting changes from Washington DC, Present Day to The Red Huntsman
When the man suggested that Joan d'Arc was a mary-sue and was portrayed incorrectly as a hero, Vanessa nearly stabbed him with the fork resting next to her hand. The thought of violence quickly disappeared and she gave him her best smile, masking any irritation she might have with him. She had nearly forgotten the hundred dollar bill he placed on the table until after he left. Turning her attention to it she looked at it confusingly for a moment. Why would he pay her bill after talking to her for just a moment and why would he pay with a hundred dollar bill? She shook her head and uncrossed her legs from the chair and slipped her feet into her heels before standing to head over to the bar with the bill.
"Here's to paying the bill, his drink and mine. I'd like a shot of whiskey as well if you wouldn't mind. Keep the change." As she waited she was reminded of his words against Joan d'Arc and for a moment forgot those that were around her. "Calling me a mary-sue and not a hero. Yes, because being burned at the stake was something I did for fun."
Her words came out as an angry mutter, silencing only when the shot of whiskey was placed beside her. Without hesitating, Vanessa took the glass and threw its contents down her throat without even a hint of disliking the taste. The bartender stared at her for a moment and offered her another one, yet she declined. It was then that she realized a new man had entered the room dressed in a rather unusual garb and had asked for Sake. She glanced towards the woman who had ordered an interesting Irish drink and then to the man who was seeking a Japanese drink. She stood in between them, puzzled for a moment before deciding that it wasn't unusual for DC to attract different people from different nationalities.
"John," she said to the bartender who was searching around for a light beer for the gentleman, "Don't you have Sapporo or Asahi beer?"
The two beer names she mentioned were Japanese and rather common in the states. It wasn't sake, but it was Japanese and she had a feeling the man wanted something Japanese. When the bartender, John, nodded and held up a Sapporo bottle of beer Vanessa turned towards the Japanese man and smiled.
"If you haven't had Sapporo you should definitely try it, it's much better than any American beer."
She turned her attention to the woman beside her and was about to ask her where she got her taste for mead when a news reporter appeared on the television screen hanging above the bar. Different pictures of the man considered the Immortal fluttered across the screen, instantly grabbing her attention. There was a picture of him outside the Red Huntsman and she quickly glanced outside, but he wasn't there and she realized that the pictures had been taken a while ago. The reporter continued talking about the man and gave a hot line to call in case anyone could see him.
"Poor man, everyone hunting him down just because he might not be able to die," she muttered.
"Here's to paying the bill, his drink and mine. I'd like a shot of whiskey as well if you wouldn't mind. Keep the change." As she waited she was reminded of his words against Joan d'Arc and for a moment forgot those that were around her. "Calling me a mary-sue and not a hero. Yes, because being burned at the stake was something I did for fun."
Her words came out as an angry mutter, silencing only when the shot of whiskey was placed beside her. Without hesitating, Vanessa took the glass and threw its contents down her throat without even a hint of disliking the taste. The bartender stared at her for a moment and offered her another one, yet she declined. It was then that she realized a new man had entered the room dressed in a rather unusual garb and had asked for Sake. She glanced towards the woman who had ordered an interesting Irish drink and then to the man who was seeking a Japanese drink. She stood in between them, puzzled for a moment before deciding that it wasn't unusual for DC to attract different people from different nationalities.
"John," she said to the bartender who was searching around for a light beer for the gentleman, "Don't you have Sapporo or Asahi beer?"
The two beer names she mentioned were Japanese and rather common in the states. It wasn't sake, but it was Japanese and she had a feeling the man wanted something Japanese. When the bartender, John, nodded and held up a Sapporo bottle of beer Vanessa turned towards the Japanese man and smiled.
"If you haven't had Sapporo you should definitely try it, it's much better than any American beer."
She turned her attention to the woman beside her and was about to ask her where she got her taste for mead when a news reporter appeared on the television screen hanging above the bar. Different pictures of the man considered the Immortal fluttered across the screen, instantly grabbing her attention. There was a picture of him outside the Red Huntsman and she quickly glanced outside, but he wasn't there and she realized that the pictures had been taken a while ago. The reporter continued talking about the man and gave a hot line to call in case anyone could see him.
"Poor man, everyone hunting him down just because he might not be able to die," she muttered.
It was always interesting being in a bar or pub. The types of people that came in were always different. But it seemed like this place attracted even odder people to the mix. ĂtaĂn kind of liked the idea of all the different types being in one place. It made her not stand out so much, at least she hoped it did. Not to mention she was glad she wasn't the only one with odd drink tastes. Didn't Japanese people know America wouldn't have their stuff unless they went to a specialty place. Like her with finding true Irish meade. It was nearly impossible. Plus, so much time had passed she wasn't sure if she remembered what real meade tasted like instead of the flavored white wine meant to be meade.
The words of the other woman floated to the red head's ears and she paused for just a second before continuing to eat. Burned at the stake for fun? Is that some type of metaphor? She sure hoped that it was. Anything is better than American beer, sweety. She thought to herself as she finished off her small meal and the rest of the meade in her glass. Glancing back at the woman she could see she was about to speak, but when the TV started on about the immortal again even she turned her attention to it.
What could she do? How did she have any chance at finding this other so called immortal. ĂtaĂn had known for years that she couldn't have been the only one in the world. And with the technology increases it wasn't surprising that one of them had been found. She just didn't want to be next. She knew she would have found a place and holed up for a few hundred years.
"Not being able to die is probably a sin." The comment was light hearted. She had always felt that she was cursed for something or done something she shouldn't have and was being punished for it, but what she did she didn't remember. "I would hide for a very long time if I were him. Though who knows," she shrugged. "Maybe he's tired of hiding now. It gets old after a while; no longer becomes fun." She used the same word as the other woman.
Fun.
It wasn't fun to be burned at the stake, whatever that meant. But it sure as hell wasn't fun hiding all the of time. Always running and looking over one's shoulder got very annoying after a few hundred years and that was all she really had memories of. She guessed everything else was blocked out or that she was born then. But that notion seemed off too. Sighing, she shrugged her shoulders.
"Time to head to the motel, I guess." A comment more to herself, but still just loud enough to be heard by those closest to her.
The words of the other woman floated to the red head's ears and she paused for just a second before continuing to eat. Burned at the stake for fun? Is that some type of metaphor? She sure hoped that it was. Anything is better than American beer, sweety. She thought to herself as she finished off her small meal and the rest of the meade in her glass. Glancing back at the woman she could see she was about to speak, but when the TV started on about the immortal again even she turned her attention to it.
What could she do? How did she have any chance at finding this other so called immortal. ĂtaĂn had known for years that she couldn't have been the only one in the world. And with the technology increases it wasn't surprising that one of them had been found. She just didn't want to be next. She knew she would have found a place and holed up for a few hundred years.
"Not being able to die is probably a sin." The comment was light hearted. She had always felt that she was cursed for something or done something she shouldn't have and was being punished for it, but what she did she didn't remember. "I would hide for a very long time if I were him. Though who knows," she shrugged. "Maybe he's tired of hiding now. It gets old after a while; no longer becomes fun." She used the same word as the other woman.
Fun.
It wasn't fun to be burned at the stake, whatever that meant. But it sure as hell wasn't fun hiding all the of time. Always running and looking over one's shoulder got very annoying after a few hundred years and that was all she really had memories of. She guessed everything else was blocked out or that she was born then. But that notion seemed off too. Sighing, she shrugged her shoulders.
"Time to head to the motel, I guess." A comment more to herself, but still just loud enough to be heard by those closest to her.
The setting changes from The Red Huntsman to Washington DC, Present Day
Takeda looked up from his slight stoop, "Arigato, uhm... thank you, it is much appreciated." He graciously thanked the woman that called for this Japanese Beer, although proclaimed Japanese, it tasted nothing like Sake. This instance really struck Takeda, he really is in a different world now. He had overheard parts of the conversation his gifter was having with another patron. Some of her comments struck him as odd, but he decided to just leave it alone. He pondered a few of her comments, burned at the stake stuck out the most in his mind. "Why would people do such things now..." It suddenly brought illustrious memories back to mind; of enemies and allies alike being pinned to giant poles and burned... that was the conviction of high treason. The memories flowed like a timeline; next he recalled instances where a few allies had performed Seppuku, the art of suicide by slicing your stomach open. He was in a brief trance, recalling numerous memories at once, but it only lasted a few short moments.
Once he regained consciousness the television caught his eye. He looked up to see another news report of the discovered immortal. "Again..." He nods at the site of the immortal. Takeda was amazed at the quality this television had, having lived in Owaka, he wasn't used to such clear images. At that time he noticed the difference in advanced technologies between Washington D.C. and his home, Owaka. Takeda wasn't absolutely stunned at the technological differences, but they were pretty significant. The television was his first discovery, as was the computer cash register. Owaka had limited technology, so some things just seemed foreign to him. "Poor fellow... the world has their eyes on you..."
After abit, Takeda stopped watching the news broadcast. He noticed that one of the nearby patrons was leaving, not only leaving but apparently stating where she intended to go. "Oyasum-" Takeda coughed, "I mean... Good Night." He had almost talked in Japanese, again. He was going to have to refrain from that here in the United States. He wasn't sure why he had wished good night to a stranger, but all the better to treat people nicely.
Once he regained consciousness the television caught his eye. He looked up to see another news report of the discovered immortal. "Again..." He nods at the site of the immortal. Takeda was amazed at the quality this television had, having lived in Owaka, he wasn't used to such clear images. At that time he noticed the difference in advanced technologies between Washington D.C. and his home, Owaka. Takeda wasn't absolutely stunned at the technological differences, but they were pretty significant. The television was his first discovery, as was the computer cash register. Owaka had limited technology, so some things just seemed foreign to him. "Poor fellow... the world has their eyes on you..."
After abit, Takeda stopped watching the news broadcast. He noticed that one of the nearby patrons was leaving, not only leaving but apparently stating where she intended to go. "Oyasum-" Takeda coughed, "I mean... Good Night." He had almost talked in Japanese, again. He was going to have to refrain from that here in the United States. He wasn't sure why he had wished good night to a stranger, but all the better to treat people nicely.
The setting changes from Washington DC, Present Day to The Red Huntsman
When the woman beside her had mentioned that it was a sin to not be able to die, Vanessa found herself agreeing with the woman. She had oftentimes felt the same way, wondering why she was granted an immortal life when no one else was. It gets old after a while; no longer becomes fun. The way the woman said those words made Vanessa look at her closely. She had spoken as if she knew how it felt to hide for a while, though Vanessa brushed it off. Maybe it meant nothing, maybe the woman was just trying to understand how the supposed Immortal on TV felt. When she mentioned she was leaving she followed suit with the Japanese man and decided to wish her a good night as well.
"Don't forget your bottle," she said with a smile as she motioned to the bottle of mead the girl had ordered, "Have a good night."
She glanced back towards the Japanese man and wondered if she should say something, but decided against it. She really didn't have much to talk about and the only thing that seemed to be of common interest was the Immortal being shown on the television screen. She sighed and decided to take up John's offer of another drink and ordered a guiness, craving something thick for the moment. She looked down at her drink when the man placed it in front of her and she found herself thinking out loud.
"What if there were multiple Immortals, but they didn't know each other? Forced to live a life eternally alone. They think they're alone until there's one shown on TV, but is he real or just another media scam?" she chuckled and shrugged, "I guess we'll never know."
The alcohol was loosening her tongue, but she was far from drunk. She felt its effects on her but she didn't much care as she took a long sip from her beer. Ah, that was the drink she was looking for. Guiness.
((OOC: It's unlike my character to be super talkative like this but I figured it might get things going a bit :P))
"Don't forget your bottle," she said with a smile as she motioned to the bottle of mead the girl had ordered, "Have a good night."
She glanced back towards the Japanese man and wondered if she should say something, but decided against it. She really didn't have much to talk about and the only thing that seemed to be of common interest was the Immortal being shown on the television screen. She sighed and decided to take up John's offer of another drink and ordered a guiness, craving something thick for the moment. She looked down at her drink when the man placed it in front of her and she found herself thinking out loud.
"What if there were multiple Immortals, but they didn't know each other? Forced to live a life eternally alone. They think they're alone until there's one shown on TV, but is he real or just another media scam?" she chuckled and shrugged, "I guess we'll never know."
The alcohol was loosening her tongue, but she was far from drunk. She felt its effects on her but she didn't much care as she took a long sip from her beer. Ah, that was the drink she was looking for. Guiness.
((OOC: It's unlike my character to be super talkative like this but I figured it might get things going a bit :P))
Two farewells. Sheâd only gotten farewells and thank you from the couples that she helped now. To hear it from two complete strangers in a bar no less was an odd thing. The Japanese man she could understand. She knew their society was build around politeness and manners. But the other woman it was odd coming from her. She shrugged to herself as she turned and grabbed her bottle grateful for the reminder. It wasnât like she was going to forget it though. She didnât have any of her meads in this city. She had yet to go and get her stuff since she had no place to stay.
ĂtaĂn had started out the door when the womanâs words caught her attention. She turned back to her one eyebrow arched. âI would then suppose those people wouldnât want to be alone anymore.â She managed a weak smile and a small laugh. âIâd go looking for him. And then again if there was one why couldnât there be others?â It was the very question she had asked herself before sheâd picked up and moved.
âAnywayâŠâ She rubbed the back of her head lightly nervously. âIâm new to the area and well⊠I could use some friends, someone to hang out with. At least until I get settled.â She posed the question to both of the people at the bar. The Japanese man was a gamble. He was either there on business or newly arrived like her. If it was the latter she was good if not, she lost out. But the other woman she was hoping for success with. âBy the way, my nameâs ĂtaĂn Fields.â Sheâd practiced the last name tons of times before sheâd gotten there. Always changing the last but never the first name. It would be her down fall she knew, but she couldnât bring herself to do it.
âSo⊠what do you say?â She was hoping for a yes. They both seemed to speak of the immortal on a higher level than what she had heard other people speak of and that had her wanting to be around them more. If only to glean information from them. Not to mention they seemed to understand the words she spoke about it too. But that also meant she had to be more careful, more guarded about what she said to them if they did say yes.
ĂtaĂn had started out the door when the womanâs words caught her attention. She turned back to her one eyebrow arched. âI would then suppose those people wouldnât want to be alone anymore.â She managed a weak smile and a small laugh. âIâd go looking for him. And then again if there was one why couldnât there be others?â It was the very question she had asked herself before sheâd picked up and moved.
âAnywayâŠâ She rubbed the back of her head lightly nervously. âIâm new to the area and well⊠I could use some friends, someone to hang out with. At least until I get settled.â She posed the question to both of the people at the bar. The Japanese man was a gamble. He was either there on business or newly arrived like her. If it was the latter she was good if not, she lost out. But the other woman she was hoping for success with. âBy the way, my nameâs ĂtaĂn Fields.â Sheâd practiced the last name tons of times before sheâd gotten there. Always changing the last but never the first name. It would be her down fall she knew, but she couldnât bring herself to do it.
âSo⊠what do you say?â She was hoping for a yes. They both seemed to speak of the immortal on a higher level than what she had heard other people speak of and that had her wanting to be around them more. If only to glean information from them. Not to mention they seemed to understand the words she spoke about it too. But that also meant she had to be more careful, more guarded about what she said to them if they did say yes.
The setting changes from The Red Huntsman to Washington DC, Present Day
She knew that look. She understood that look. One of confusion. Sheâd been asked to be friends with people before and hadnât understood why. But appearing normal was the most important thing she had learned. ĂtaĂn smiled at the comment. âGood we can get lost together.â It was such a big place and it was definitely less threatening or daunting to get lost with someone else there.
âI havenât unpacked either,â Her voice light a slight smile on her lips. âAnd itâs a pleasure to meet you as well, Vanessa.â She glanced around. âMind if I drop this off at the motel?â A motel explained why she hadnât unpacked yet. She didnât even have a place to live. âAnd donât worry about being odd. Iâm only used to keeping company with a dog and a cat and a pair of running shoes.â
Shrugging her shoulders, she glanced around the room one more time before looking back at the tv. âWell, letâs get going. We still have the rest of the day to get lost.â She hoped she wasnât pushing herself onto the other woman. But she really was sick of being alone. So until she got herself settled into a place and had clients she didnât want to worry. Not to mention having someone else interested in the other immortal was a plus. She could just act like an over grown child with a new obsession â at least she hoped.
âI havenât unpacked either,â Her voice light a slight smile on her lips. âAnd itâs a pleasure to meet you as well, Vanessa.â She glanced around. âMind if I drop this off at the motel?â A motel explained why she hadnât unpacked yet. She didnât even have a place to live. âAnd donât worry about being odd. Iâm only used to keeping company with a dog and a cat and a pair of running shoes.â
Shrugging her shoulders, she glanced around the room one more time before looking back at the tv. âWell, letâs get going. We still have the rest of the day to get lost.â She hoped she wasnât pushing herself onto the other woman. But she really was sick of being alone. So until she got herself settled into a place and had clients she didnât want to worry. Not to mention having someone else interested in the other immortal was a plus. She could just act like an over grown child with a new obsession â at least she hoped.
"Liam and Leo are all right. Though I really wish they could talk." She replied back as she walked out of the door held open for her and waited on the other woman. She glanced back into the warm bar, shrugged to herself and smiled lightly. She would finish off the bottle on her own later. For now she needed to pretend to be normal. "What kind of antique collection?" ĂtaĂn had quite a large one herself if she actually thought about putting all of her stuff together from all of the storage units. Some she bought brand new in the old days were now hundreds of years old. "Myself, I have a super large collection of music, movies and of course games." But then all of them were in storage. Some were particular to certain units and areas others she had multiple copies so she could watch/play/listen to them where ever she went.
"So... are we going to try and find this so called immortal night?" She wanted to laugh it off, but any information that she could get would be nice. Even if it was just a rumor. She felt being an immortal gave her an edge that the humans did not. She glanced down the street and frowned. While she knew how to get back to her motel she really didn't want to go too far. "Want to head back to my temp place at the moment? Sounds better than getting lost in the capital at night." She asked after a few minutes.
"So... are we going to try and find this so called immortal night?" She wanted to laugh it off, but any information that she could get would be nice. Even if it was just a rumor. She felt being an immortal gave her an edge that the humans did not. She glanced down the street and frowned. While she knew how to get back to her motel she really didn't want to go too far. "Want to head back to my temp place at the moment? Sounds better than getting lost in the capital at night." She asked after a few minutes.
She smiled when the woman said she wished her pets could talk, but said nothing. She oftentimes wished the same thing, but there was no use saying anything about it. Many people wished animals could talk, but it would be a rather odd world if they could talk. Would they be upset that they were 'caged' in a house all day? Or would they be happy that they had someone that took care of them and loved them unconditionally? Vanessa shrugged the thought off as she followed the girl, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. Though when the woman asked what kind of antique collection she had and followed with her own collection, Vanessa visibly perked up.
"I mainly have the same as you, music and movies. As for games I couldn't really get into them, though I think I have an atari somewhere..." she trailed off as she wondered where the old console could be before she shrugged and continued, "Many of my things are actually on loan at the museums, but the far more valuable antiques I keep with me. They're mostly weapons, starting with the longsword all the way up through to the modern weapons we have today. I have armor once worn by Joan d'Arc and some furniture, many dating back to nearly a thousand years old. I would have more furniture but most pieces didn't survive being moved to the many different houses and apartments I have lived in."
Vanessa was getting rather careless in her words and she realized that she would have to come up with an excuse as to how she got her antiques and why she moved often. She hoped that the woman wouldn't pick up on it and was rather glad when the woman changed topic.
"I was not aware you were searching for the Immortal, but as it turns out I am too searching for him. But yes, might not be a bad idea to avoid traveling at night."
Although, she wasn't too worried about getting lost at night. It wasn't that she didn't think she'd get lost, for she would, she simply didn't feel scared of the dark anymore. After all, why would someone who couldn't die be scared of anything?
"I mainly have the same as you, music and movies. As for games I couldn't really get into them, though I think I have an atari somewhere..." she trailed off as she wondered where the old console could be before she shrugged and continued, "Many of my things are actually on loan at the museums, but the far more valuable antiques I keep with me. They're mostly weapons, starting with the longsword all the way up through to the modern weapons we have today. I have armor once worn by Joan d'Arc and some furniture, many dating back to nearly a thousand years old. I would have more furniture but most pieces didn't survive being moved to the many different houses and apartments I have lived in."
Vanessa was getting rather careless in her words and she realized that she would have to come up with an excuse as to how she got her antiques and why she moved often. She hoped that the woman wouldn't pick up on it and was rather glad when the woman changed topic.
"I was not aware you were searching for the Immortal, but as it turns out I am too searching for him. But yes, might not be a bad idea to avoid traveling at night."
Although, she wasn't too worried about getting lost at night. It wasn't that she didn't think she'd get lost, for she would, she simply didn't feel scared of the dark anymore. After all, why would someone who couldn't die be scared of anything?
It was nice to see that she could still act normal around people. Talking about things that obviously meant something to them was always a great ice breaker. An Atari? ĂtaĂn remembered when she had put one in storage vowing it was only coming out when she could sell the piece of junk and it be worth millions. It had yet to happen. So much for that idea. She thought soberly to herself. But as Vanessa started talking about all of the weapons, she tried not to cringe. But the fact that they were on loan in museums...
"What are you some type of historian of weapons or something? Or do you just like anicent paraphernalia that much?" The fact that the woman looked so young could have meant that she inherited most of it or she just had that much money. But something didn't sit right with the woman. A part of her guy told her to either give up being nice to the woman and run or give up the search for the other immortal altogether. She didn't like the latter option.
As for the moving, she did that herself, but she knew her reasons. She also knew a lot of modern jobs called for people moving around, so it wasn't something she dwelled on long. What she did dwell on was the fact that the other woman had allowed things to be destroyed during the moves. ĂtaĂn had taken every precaution when she moved to make sure everything was going to stay the way she left it except for the dust.
"Well, I figured with the way you were watching the tv and talking about it you had an interest in it." She covered herself quickly trying not to give up too much information anymore. She was loose with the animals; she had to learn again not to be that way except around them. Heading back to where her motel was at, she kept her eyes on everything she could. Living forever came with its down falls. She was afraid of being caught. And so she trained herself to have warrior senses but act like modern women did and it changed constantly.
Which may have explained why she noticed the sky was very dark the closer they got to her safe haven and the fact that the hairs on the back of her neck were jumping on edge. Something was wrong. But what she didn't know and she wasn't sure if she wanted to be around to find out. She tried not to let anything show to what she felt around her, believing Vanessa was a normal human.
"What are you some type of historian of weapons or something? Or do you just like anicent paraphernalia that much?" The fact that the woman looked so young could have meant that she inherited most of it or she just had that much money. But something didn't sit right with the woman. A part of her guy told her to either give up being nice to the woman and run or give up the search for the other immortal altogether. She didn't like the latter option.
As for the moving, she did that herself, but she knew her reasons. She also knew a lot of modern jobs called for people moving around, so it wasn't something she dwelled on long. What she did dwell on was the fact that the other woman had allowed things to be destroyed during the moves. ĂtaĂn had taken every precaution when she moved to make sure everything was going to stay the way she left it except for the dust.
"Well, I figured with the way you were watching the tv and talking about it you had an interest in it." She covered herself quickly trying not to give up too much information anymore. She was loose with the animals; she had to learn again not to be that way except around them. Heading back to where her motel was at, she kept her eyes on everything she could. Living forever came with its down falls. She was afraid of being caught. And so she trained herself to have warrior senses but act like modern women did and it changed constantly.
Which may have explained why she noticed the sky was very dark the closer they got to her safe haven and the fact that the hairs on the back of her neck were jumping on edge. Something was wrong. But what she didn't know and she wasn't sure if she wanted to be around to find out. She tried not to let anything show to what she felt around her, believing Vanessa was a normal human.
ĂtaĂn only half listened to the words coming out of the other womanâs mouth. Something wasnât right. But what? That she couldnât pick up on. âLook I think we need to go a different direction?â How could she explain the way her mind worked? What was the modern term â subconscious. That was right. That thing could tell her something wasnât right around them.
She glanced around. The motel was only a few blocks away, but she was considering heading back the way they had come. To the left was one dark alley, ahead nothing but the dark, eerie street, and the same behind them. But all around were the dark shops, most of which had closed down already.
War was going to get them killed. This night could get them killed. She stopped walking and glanced over at the other woman. âDid you hear anything?â She felt like she was paranoid, but she learned quickly to be that way in this world. Now she was sure something wasnât right, but she still couldnât pin point what it was. If she had been alone it wouldnât have been the problem. The fear of being found out that she couldnât die wasnât there when she was alone, but in the presence of someone else it was there. She wanted to run and avoid anything and everything that was around them. Moving to the capital seemed like a really bad idea now.
She glanced around. The motel was only a few blocks away, but she was considering heading back the way they had come. To the left was one dark alley, ahead nothing but the dark, eerie street, and the same behind them. But all around were the dark shops, most of which had closed down already.
War was going to get them killed. This night could get them killed. She stopped walking and glanced over at the other woman. âDid you hear anything?â She felt like she was paranoid, but she learned quickly to be that way in this world. Now she was sure something wasnât right, but she still couldnât pin point what it was. If she had been alone it wouldnât have been the problem. The fear of being found out that she couldnât die wasnât there when she was alone, but in the presence of someone else it was there. She wanted to run and avoid anything and everything that was around them. Moving to the capital seemed like a really bad idea now.
Thank gawd she wasnât the only one who didnât think something was right. And then again at least she wasnât the one who was running head long into the danger either. ĂtaĂn would have been happy just to run home to her beloved animals and forget all about the mess, but the goodness that somehow still managed to live in her heart wouldnât allow her to do so.
Sheâd taken care of people who had been hurt nearly all of her life. It was something she had prided herself on. So naturally, she ran after Vanessa. This had to have been the feeling of dread she was getting. At least she hoped it was the feeling she was getting. If it wasnât then she was worried.
Following after the woman, the red haired female was forced to find another way down. She feared about causing a slide of some kind if she went the same direction. So she went the long way, but in the end she came to the same scene as Vanessa had. She repressed a gulp. She hated seeing the dead. Sheâd seen so many, especially children in Ireland that she would have been happy to never see another one in her life. The other reason being, she wished it was her.
She had tried to commit suicide on multiple occasions, but to no avail. She always lived through it and eventually she had given up. That was when she started getting the pets. Each dog and cat was somehow related to the one she had before and so the line continued just like her.
ĂtaĂn recognized the man from the pub as well as she bent down on the other side of the male. Her hands were scuffed a bit from climbing down, but it was easy to see sheâd faired much better than the other woman. She was used to them, but only from her time years and years ago in a land she only wished to return to.
âWhat are we going to do? We canât possibly carry him ourselves⊠we donât know whatâs wrong with himâŠâ Her voice was low as if her speaking would wake him and bring him to the world of pain. Of course, she knew she could drag him herself â not. She may have been immortal and ran all of the time, but she wasnât physically all that strong at all.
Glancing to the other woman, she waited on an answer. Truthfully, she didnât think there was going to be a safe way to get him out without the coast guard. She didnât have a phone on her and she wasnât sure if the other woman did or not. Which meant one of them was going to have to leave and go get help. The feeling of dread returned.
Sheâd taken care of people who had been hurt nearly all of her life. It was something she had prided herself on. So naturally, she ran after Vanessa. This had to have been the feeling of dread she was getting. At least she hoped it was the feeling she was getting. If it wasnât then she was worried.
Following after the woman, the red haired female was forced to find another way down. She feared about causing a slide of some kind if she went the same direction. So she went the long way, but in the end she came to the same scene as Vanessa had. She repressed a gulp. She hated seeing the dead. Sheâd seen so many, especially children in Ireland that she would have been happy to never see another one in her life. The other reason being, she wished it was her.
She had tried to commit suicide on multiple occasions, but to no avail. She always lived through it and eventually she had given up. That was when she started getting the pets. Each dog and cat was somehow related to the one she had before and so the line continued just like her.
ĂtaĂn recognized the man from the pub as well as she bent down on the other side of the male. Her hands were scuffed a bit from climbing down, but it was easy to see sheâd faired much better than the other woman. She was used to them, but only from her time years and years ago in a land she only wished to return to.
âWhat are we going to do? We canât possibly carry him ourselves⊠we donât know whatâs wrong with himâŠâ Her voice was low as if her speaking would wake him and bring him to the world of pain. Of course, she knew she could drag him herself â not. She may have been immortal and ran all of the time, but she wasnât physically all that strong at all.
Glancing to the other woman, she waited on an answer. Truthfully, she didnât think there was going to be a safe way to get him out without the coast guard. She didnât have a phone on her and she wasnât sure if the other woman did or not. Which meant one of them was going to have to leave and go get help. The feeling of dread returned.
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Vanessa narrowed her eyes as she examined the man. She had been a nurse during World War One and had seen many injuries, but back then it wasn't common for the patient to survive. It was obvious that he suffered head trauma as well as a possible broken back and possible broken ribs. She didn't have an X-Ray on her and could only assume those were his injuries. She was lost in thought for a while, trying to figure out what to do with him. His chances of survival were grim, but she reckoned it wasn't impossible. They would need professional help, not just what she had learned from over fifty years ago. Yet, just as she was about to suggest calling emergency services, his chest stopped rising and she realized he had stopped breathing. She calmly checked his pulse on his wrist to confirm her suspicions before she shook her head. She hated doing this, but it seemed to be the only way of helping him. She began to perform CPR, but after a couple minutes she gave up and shook her head.
"He's gone..."
"Search him and wait." The familiar voice of her guardian startled her and she visibly jumped. She was about to ask out loud why, but realized that ĂtaĂn would probably think her crazy. Many people did when she spoke aloud with her guardian. She decided to follow her guardian's order and noticed a bulge in the man's right breast pocket. Without even a pause she reached forward and removed what was in it to find a visa and a wad of cash. She returned the cash to his pocket, not feeling right stealing from a dead man before turning her attention to the visa in her hand. She flipped it open and examined it closely.
"This visa is thicker than most...and the text is a little deep...see?" She held up the visa to ĂtaĂn, "It's a very good fake but a fake nonetheless."
She only knew it was a fake because she had had so many herself. The new passports were harder to copy, but this one was done rather well. Someone who wasn't trained, or had them themselves, wouldn't be able to spot the differences.
"Why would he have a fake visa...and why would he be carrying so much cash on him?"
Vanessa narrowed her eyes as she examined the man. She had been a nurse during World War One and had seen many injuries, but back then it wasn't common for the patient to survive. It was obvious that he suffered head trauma as well as a possible broken back and possible broken ribs. She didn't have an X-Ray on her and could only assume those were his injuries. She was lost in thought for a while, trying to figure out what to do with him. His chances of survival were grim, but she reckoned it wasn't impossible. They would need professional help, not just what she had learned from over fifty years ago. Yet, just as she was about to suggest calling emergency services, his chest stopped rising and she realized he had stopped breathing. She calmly checked his pulse on his wrist to confirm her suspicions before she shook her head. She hated doing this, but it seemed to be the only way of helping him. She began to perform CPR, but after a couple minutes she gave up and shook her head.
"He's gone..."
"Search him and wait." The familiar voice of her guardian startled her and she visibly jumped. She was about to ask out loud why, but realized that ĂtaĂn would probably think her crazy. Many people did when she spoke aloud with her guardian. She decided to follow her guardian's order and noticed a bulge in the man's right breast pocket. Without even a pause she reached forward and removed what was in it to find a visa and a wad of cash. She returned the cash to his pocket, not feeling right stealing from a dead man before turning her attention to the visa in her hand. She flipped it open and examined it closely.
"This visa is thicker than most...and the text is a little deep...see?" She held up the visa to ĂtaĂn, "It's a very good fake but a fake nonetheless."
She only knew it was a fake because she had had so many herself. The new passports were harder to copy, but this one was done rather well. Someone who wasn't trained, or had them themselves, wouldn't be able to spot the differences.
"Why would he have a fake visa...and why would he be carrying so much cash on him?"
ĂtaĂn didnât have to be told that the visa was a fake. She knew them well herself, though she preferred cash over the plastic. It was getting so easy to track people now; one reason she was always paranoid. Shaking her head, she glanced from man to man and then to Vanessa. There was a rambling of old Gaelic in her head, and the woman realized that the annoying voice in her mind was back. She wanted to groan. But instead she listened and kept herself from nodding at the words.
Something was very off here. Very off.
âI think we should go. At least I am.â She responded as she stood up. She took a few steps away before glancing back. Noticing the light movement of clothes she walked back over and bent down on the balls of her feet, brows furrowed in confusion. âIs he breathing? Or am I crazy?â It wouldnât be the first time.
The red haired woman was pretty sure it was her imagination that no longer wished to see death that was inventing the fact that he was still alive. âVanessa, we need to go now.â The warning sensors in her brain were going off.
They had two dead men; well one they both thought was dead. They could have been the only ones here, but somewhere somehow she doubted all of it. Standing back up, she glanced up the cliff where they would have fallen and swore she saw another figure. âHeâs dead. Letâs go.â She stated her voice the most firm and commanding it had been since not calming a bride down. They didnât need to end up dead too.
Something was very off here. Very off.
âI think we should go. At least I am.â She responded as she stood up. She took a few steps away before glancing back. Noticing the light movement of clothes she walked back over and bent down on the balls of her feet, brows furrowed in confusion. âIs he breathing? Or am I crazy?â It wouldnât be the first time.
The red haired woman was pretty sure it was her imagination that no longer wished to see death that was inventing the fact that he was still alive. âVanessa, we need to go now.â The warning sensors in her brain were going off.
They had two dead men; well one they both thought was dead. They could have been the only ones here, but somewhere somehow she doubted all of it. Standing back up, she glanced up the cliff where they would have fallen and swore she saw another figure. âHeâs dead. Letâs go.â She stated her voice the most firm and commanding it had been since not calming a bride down. They didnât need to end up dead too.
Daavid was dying. Or he was dead, he didn't know. He could hear voices near him. The end..., he thought... Oh, wait, I'm an immortal
Daavid tried to move, but it caused him infernal pain. He couldn't move his mouth but if he could scream, he was certain he would have woken the dead up. Daavid tried to concenrate but nothing was happeneing. He was loosing control. "LET GO GODDAMNIT!" screamed someone. That voice...
...
Suddenly Daavid was falling... He was falling but his body didn't move... He was dreaming... or maybe he was going to hell? He didn't know. A second later he was sitting on a chair in a room. There was another chair turned away from him. Daavid started walking... wait he could walk? What the fuck is going on... There was a man sitting in the chair. Daavid called out, "Excuse me, where am I?"
"We are in your subconscious. Now let me concentrate," said the man, the same voice as before...
"Am I supposed to believe that?" asked Daavid as he moved towards the man. He looked over the chair and saw a small man pressing buttons on a transluscent screen. "Am I high?" asked Daavid, "Also why did you kill me?"
"Listen I need to get the two women away from you. I'm trying to contact their Guardians, so I'll appreciate if you'll shut the fuck up. Ok the link to Vanessa's and Etain's guardian is ready. Listen Guardian Angels, we cannot have them find out about each other or we're dead. I'll suggest you make them forget about this. I'll be doing the same," he turned to Daavid, "Always getting me into trouble..."
"Guardian Angels? what the fuck is going on! Tell me or I'll kill you!" shouted Daavid.
The other person took a deep breath and spoke, "I cannot have anyone know that you are an immortal, so I'm trying to save your ass. But there is no point... You'll forget all this once you are awake..."
"Wait... NOOO!!" shouted Daavid but there was no point... He was in control of dead body again. He couldn't move or breath. The feeling of asphixiation kept screwing with his brain. I can't .... take it.... anymore, he kept thinking. This was worse than dying. What did he do to recieve such punishment, he wondered. Am I dreaming? Am I dead? Am I awake? Am I alive?
Daavid tried to move, but it caused him infernal pain. He couldn't move his mouth but if he could scream, he was certain he would have woken the dead up. Daavid tried to concenrate but nothing was happeneing. He was loosing control. "LET GO GODDAMNIT!" screamed someone. That voice...
...
Suddenly Daavid was falling... He was falling but his body didn't move... He was dreaming... or maybe he was going to hell? He didn't know. A second later he was sitting on a chair in a room. There was another chair turned away from him. Daavid started walking... wait he could walk? What the fuck is going on... There was a man sitting in the chair. Daavid called out, "Excuse me, where am I?"
"We are in your subconscious. Now let me concentrate," said the man, the same voice as before...
"Am I supposed to believe that?" asked Daavid as he moved towards the man. He looked over the chair and saw a small man pressing buttons on a transluscent screen. "Am I high?" asked Daavid, "Also why did you kill me?"
"Listen I need to get the two women away from you. I'm trying to contact their Guardians, so I'll appreciate if you'll shut the fuck up. Ok the link to Vanessa's and Etain's guardian is ready. Listen Guardian Angels, we cannot have them find out about each other or we're dead. I'll suggest you make them forget about this. I'll be doing the same," he turned to Daavid, "Always getting me into trouble..."
"Guardian Angels? what the fuck is going on! Tell me or I'll kill you!" shouted Daavid.
The other person took a deep breath and spoke, "I cannot have anyone know that you are an immortal, so I'm trying to save your ass. But there is no point... You'll forget all this once you are awake..."
"Wait... NOOO!!" shouted Daavid but there was no point... He was in control of dead body again. He couldn't move or breath. The feeling of asphixiation kept screwing with his brain. I can't .... take it.... anymore, he kept thinking. This was worse than dying. What did he do to recieve such punishment, he wondered. Am I dreaming? Am I dead? Am I awake? Am I alive?
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