OPEN RP POST SIX

[formidable]

MUSELIST This a post where I'll RP anything with you! Got a scenario in mind? I'LL DO IT. If you wanna chat IDEAS.GIF, contact me at maiscribbles or my Discord (Fujinon#6780). Have at it! ➢ Cool Mood Music No. 1 ➤ Cool Mood Music No. 2

Comments

[bloodvials]

The first time this “you” has come to the surface, instead of hissing at me from below your skin.

[Settled into their seats, the sleigh settles into an easy enough glide. The half-cloak at his shoulders flutters behind him in the icy breeze.]

So, yes. Should I be worried?

[nerine]

Are you?

[There's a tilt of the head. Her red pupils are hardly dimmed by the flurry of snowfall above them.]

Although I doubt you've seen worse forms. I have adapted. I am... Calm. For now.

[bloodvials]

Not particularly, to be truthful with you.

[A hand coming up to adjust his hat.]

And when you’re not calm, Miss Monts?

[nerine]

I lash out. Like any other creature, I suppose.

[There's a contrast between what is known to be the usual Marianna to the one sitting in front of Vincent right now. The former was like a girl who basks in the warm rays of soft sunlight. The one that is present is paradoxical; she still wears the shell of a delicate humanoid, but her presence is dense and heavy like the blackness of her eyes and the marks across her face and her body.]

We're not the same and yet we're not so different... No. We are very different.

[The Flower seems to take amusement in the thought as she buries herself into the collar of her coat.]

I am comprehensible. Perhaps you are not.

[bloodvials]

[A glance at her, eyes keen under the brim of his dark hat.]

Right now, perhaps, I am quite comprehensible. Very much only your traveling companion, following your lead across this strange, cold world.

[But Vincent can feel her amusement. It brushes against him, causing his own lips to twist upwards.]

Wouldn’t you prefer that for now? As opposed to the incomprehensible, some terrible truth stretching across space and time? Don’t lose yourself in such deep pits of thought just yet.

That being said, I do hope I’m never one to anger you. I’d hate to face your wrath, never mind incomprehension.

[nerine]

Preferable... You have a point. It's good that we do not fear each other... Though you'd have a better chance of killing me than most.

[She talks of her own demise mischievously where it could almost be called unnerving. She leans forward, resting her face in her hands and elbows on her knees.]

In your hunting ground that you called Yharnam, were there no other flowers? None that bloomed such as I?

[bloodvials]

I wouldn’t bring my blade to your throat unless you gave me reason to. Thus far, you certainly haven’t.

[What a hypothetical.]

I’m a peaceable sort, never mind the weapon I own or the amount of blood on my hands. I fight to save myself or to save others. Violence for its own sake is a very... well. It’s a nightmare. Just like Yharnam was a nightmare.

[He pauses.]

There were lumenflowers. Giant, towering, blooming only in moonlight. Not of this world — quite beautiful. But that city wasn’t suited for springtime revelry. Blossoms included.

Certainly none like you, so keen on taking on a human... body.

[nerine]

Living things, but not like me at all. And you wonder why I said it was lonely.

[The sleigh continues to run, but the world around them seems to shift. They're headed towards an enormous iced over lake. The city is far behind them now it's a field of white as far as the eye can see.

Monts leans over to peer down at the ice, frowning.]

I hope whatever was singing isn't underneath us.

[bloodvials]

No. Not like you at all. But you needn't the company of flowers to keep you devoid of loneliness, do you? You might find camaraderie in other forms. If you can extend your trust so far.

[Ah, a lake, though. The sleigh skates over the ice in an unkind manner, nothing at all very peaceful about this ride. The building tension is enough to upend the wintry solace.]

It wouldn't be the first entity to live beneath the surface of a lake. The ice, however, might make it... difficult, otherwise.

[nerine]

[She doesn't reply when he mentions about being able to find other connections. It's difficult to explain herself and why she doubts whether her bonds are genuine considering she's so insincere (because she wants someone to look past that, to coax something else that feels real, but how, but how, but how??)

The sleigh is slowing down over the precarious surface and Monts looks over the ledge to gaze below. The ice is too much of an opaque grey-white to judge whether it is thin or not.]

Well. It is cold.

[The ice vibrates and hums underneath them. The whole world seems to shiver.]

If this isn't your first time, then tell me that story.

[There's a pause as the sleigh comes to a stop. She slides out of her seat, heels clicking as it touches the ice.]

... Tell me... When we go back of course.

[There's a place to go back to. It's a very small comfort, but the stability is what keeps her from going over the edge strangely enough.[