Another Mercenary Among Merchants

[Mama Z]

And there in the darkness, in the corner, Z munched on popcorn happy for missing her favorite sopa opera for this. Oh the pleasure, the excitment, oh the beautiful drama!

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[Aveilthé]

Fortuné stood there, feeling bereaved as he watched the back of
Rosaline's blond hair bounce away from him.

"Wait," he called, suddenly making up his mind. "Rosaline, please!"
Disregarding what the maiden said of not following, he did
anyway. His feet sloshed against the waves as he tried ambling
to her.

[Aveilthé]

And from some random place in some random area of Escavas,
Kaoru noticed Z. "Yo, betch! What up?"

[Felypsa]

For once, Rosaline felt that she was being strong, and continued on. As she walked across the beach, she passed a suspicious-looking person who was laughing evilly. “I just poisoned Z’s popcorn!” the Feline-looking person informed Rosaline, cackling as she walked away. Rosaline stared after her with a raised eyebrow.

And then she heard Fortuné call out for her. What struck her heart was the “please.” She could not possibly resist that, though it raised cruel hope. She whirled around, blonde hair flowing in the wind with her motion, gazing at the approaching vampire. She did not say a word to him, only waited for him to catch up. Only her heart, beating rapidly, thudding painfully with hope and love, could have betrayed the emotions she was feeling.

[Aveilthé]

OOC: I really can't be all serious with this roleplay now. XD *giggles*

The fatuous vampire extended his arm and tried to take Rosaline's
hand in his.

"You really, really want to be with me this badly?" he inquired
quickly, his eyes lighting up. "Truly?"

And to make this post extensive so that Fortuné's font name
doesn't appear the most significant if you know what I'm sayin',
another shifty character appeared behind the suspicious one
and tried to light her pants on fire, saying darkly, "You keep
taking credit for all my mischievousness!"

[Mama Z]

Z had long since stopped looking at the show. Instead, her body lay on the ground popcorn covering the streets in an ominous sign. Taking a step over this fallen angel (-gigglesnort-) a cloaked figure walked, not caring if it rested there or not. Zayn moved closer to the shadow. His green eyes watching the scene unfold with spite and slightly jealousy. What was his brother to do? This world and promises that Rosaline offered would never last, couldn't last.

Though Zayn hated to see, to admit, he knew that Fortune had his sights set on another being. But foolheartedly he was falling for one who expressed love willingly and no fear of what happens in the end. Soon, he would make a choice that would forever alter all their lives. But which did he love more? The idea that some one freely and openly showed a fantasy world or the one who represented reality? Zayn was the one willing to bend to show her a world of darkness, but in the end the light would take over. What sane being wanted a life full of darkness? Shaking his head sorrowfully he turned and walked back over the Zs dead body. Fortune would have to deal with his mistakes, Zayn would have no problem leaving him again if things got beyond reason.

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[Felypsa]

oOc| lmao, this is TOO funny...

Fortuné’s question took Rosaline off guard. His sudden tenderness, so different from the detachedness he had shown earlier, filled her with excitement and love. The question he posed was so simple. There should have been no hesitation on her part. But she felt a curious feeling, as though she was being watched. That curious feeling, strangely enough, made her feel self-conscious, overly self-aware of what was going on.

She looked at Fortuné, who was all she ever wanted but could never have. And she slowly let his hand go. “There’s no question of the desire on my part,” she said quietly. “But you—you would have to love me as much as I love you. Otherwise…it won’t work. I can’t sacrifice everything for you if you don’t do the same for me. And that’s not possible—you really do love her, don’t you?” Rosaline drew back from him, feeling her face wet with tears. “Oh, Fortuné, tell me you will love me and you will do everything for me forever, make me a promise that you will always be faithful and loving to me, and I will gladly do the same. But don’t do it if there’s a chance you won’t keep it. As long as she lives…” She let her voice trail off.

In the distance, distracting Rosaline a little from the dramatic moment, the suspicious person had yelped and hopped into the ocean to extinguish the flames. “Pants on fiyah!” she hollered. Angry now, she brought out a machine gun from out of nowhere and started firing at the shifty character, even though machine guns didn’t exist back then. “I killed Z, it was me!” she bellowed.

[Aveilthé]

Fortuné tried taking both of her hands this time, and tried drawing
her close to him. "What would you say if we both run away
together," he began, his hair rippling in the ocean's breeze.
"You and I, away from this place. You are right Rosaline, I love
you, and it does not matter what I am, but I love you, oh
Rosaline!"

Then Fortuné would try to embrace her. However, his eyes
darkened sadly. Everything he just told Rosaline was a lie.
He had not forgotten about that money. What the hell is he
getting himself into, playing with this young girl's heart? But
in his own heart what he told the young girl, he was sincere
enough. For he did love the lass, but not the kind of partnership
love. The only love one would have for a distant friend perhaps,
the same that December felt for him.

"I propose that you and I get enough money that we can,
so that we could leave," he said suddenly, trying to be as
meek as possible. "Rosalline... we... we should elope!"

The words burst from him before he even thought about it.
Then his brain was screaming and flailing at him, saying,
"What the HELL, man?!" Fortuné was forcing his own silly self into
a horrible, horrible mess.

In the distance, a clamoring sound of a machine gun was heard.
Fortuné paused and looked at Rosaline in a dumblike state.
"Duuuuuuuuh," he said.

"Aaaaugh, you shot meh, betch!" responded a high pitched
voice. "Girly catfight!" And with that, the shifty character
tried to pounced on the suspicious feline character.

[Mama Z]

Z was glad she was an angel. Sadly she shook her head, 'Dumbasses.' She whispered embarased to have once known those people.

Zayn was half back towards the place where he dwelled but quietly he whispered, "Dumbass,' In refrence to Satties post.

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[Felypsa]

What words were these? He was agreeing? Rosaline turned back to him, allowing herself to be embraced lovingly, and hugging him in return. The tears on her face turned to tears of joy. Could this be? Her dream, shattered by reality, was coming true again? Would they be together forever? Yes, in darkness, but Rosaline believed, oh so foolishly, that their love could be the light that shone through such darkness.

“Fortuné!” she cried joyously. “Oh, Fortuné, let’s! I would go to the ends of the earth with you, as long as you love me like you do now!” Silly girl, she didn’t realize that the love Fortuné proclaimed for her now was only that fondness of a friend to a friend. If Fortuné was blundering into her heart, she was letting him; and so their joint foolishness was the cause of this terrible error.

“Hurry,” Rosaline whispered, the secretiveness of eloping exciting her and setting her heart on fire. “If we are to take enough money and run away, we must do it soon, before Granma wakes!” She felt a brief pang of sorrow for leaving her beloved grandmother, but the excitement of running away overpowered it. She took Fortuné’s hand in hers and ran across the sand up to her house. She knew where Granma kept her secret stash of cash, and thought to take the money that she had set aside for the reward for the mercenary. That should be enough to start a new life with her lover.

She gladly left behind the girly catfight of the two shady characters, who were splashing about and shrieking in the water. At that point, December’s daddy swept down out of heaven and frowned at the angel of Z. “You’re a disgrace to all our kind,” he said sternly, pointing at her. “Go back to your body!” There was a great clap of thunder and a flash of lightning as the seraph sent Z back to earth—right in the middle of the catfight, actually.

[Aveilthé]

Fortuné smiled in return, but only in fabricated earnest. In his
head, his brain was moaning and sniveling at him. 'Whhhy?'
he asked himself. He was hurting Rosaline tenfold than what
he was doing to himself. Alas, he had to act everything accordingly
with the naive lass.

'I will not turn you,' he thought to himself once again, thinking
of the horrors of transforming Rosaline into a vampire. For that
is what vampires do. Find a mate among the humans and
transform them. Though Fortuné tried telling Rosaline this,
perhaps he can postpone that for as long as he could so he
doesn't have to prove that she is his or... oh geez, his head
began to hurt now, and it was tough enough planning ahead--
something he was never quite good at.

What would he do after they got the money? Perhaps he could
take her somewhere safe, promise her that he will return for her,
but never return again... And perhaps with the money he could
pay someone to tell a huge lie to Rosaline how he got killed
or... something, but would she believe that? Oh well, he'll play
it by ear.

"I do love you," said he, feeling his heart pound wildly against
his ribs. Not for love, but for fear of what was to come now.

In all that is said now, the shifty character noticed the fallen
Z-angel. Totally breaking the rules of powerplay, the shifty
character took hold of Z's ankles and began beating the
suspicious character while screaming about how nasty Z's
toes smelled.

[Felypsa]

Rosaline, fool in love that she was, hadn’t the faintest idea of what was going on inside Fortuné’s head. The conflict, the resolution…she simply pulled him along until they got to her house. When he reaffirmed his love for her, she turned around and embraced him amorously again, and stared up at him, deeply into his eyes. If she hadn’t been so damned traditional, she would have kissed him herself; but as it was, she looked at him longingly, hoping he would take the initiative. But before anything could happen, she heard a sound from inside her house, and whirled back around.

“Oh dear, Granma’s awake,” she whispered, eyes wide. “She must have gotten up for a midnight tea. She’s been doing that sometimes, since…” The girl let her voice trail off. She did not want to mention such depressing and dark things as her grandfather’s death, not in this time of joy. “I do hope she doesn’t check on me…we must wait out here until she goes to bed again.” With that, Rosaline pulled Fortuné behind their house, in a little rose garden that of course was asleep during the winter. Again the secretiveness of their being together ignited a passion in her, and she smiled adoringly at him. Maybe now, she hoped, that kiss would come…?

Far from this sickeningly romantic moment, the suspicious person realized that the shifty character was powerplaying. Rising herself up dramatically (a hard thing to do considering she was being beaten by a nasty-toe-smelling-reincarnated Z), the suspicious person pointed firmly at the shifty character and said in a powerful voice that carried across the beach and disrupted Rosaline’s sickeningly romantic moment, “Broken rules! For this you shall be smited!” There was a tiny flash of light and a less-than-impressive crackle of thunder, and the suspicious person removed one karma from the shifty character.

[Aveilthé]

Rosaline led him to the small, modest-looking home. Fortuné
inspected it for a bit, and realized how cozy it looked.
Once Rosaline spoke, Fortuné was hardly listening; he was
too busy admiring her home. But as she pulled him down to
her side, he found himself in a sticky situation. He looked into
her eyes that practically gushed her adoration for him. The poor
lad's mind went completely blank at that point, for it was
obvious the way her eyes sparkled all romantically that she
wanted a big fat kiss from him.

Fortuné began to quiver, but he hardly really moved towards her.
He was the type of fellow to kiss someone so passionately
only if he was truly in love with that person, like December.
But there was her lips, all welcoming.

"Duuurrrr," Fortuné stuttered, fiddling with his fingers as he
stared stupidly down at her. Well what the hell, he has to play
the part, right?

Scrunching up his face as if he was constipated, he puckered up
and slowly leaned forward while closing his eyes. It was
hard to kiss somebody when there was so much bloody racket!
He cracked open one eye and gazed to the ocean where
three slutty-looking girls were goin' at it. He then opened both
eyes. Watching them fight was a turn on.

The shifty character snapped her fingers furiously, "Oh NO
you di'in'! No drawin' of Keroberos fer you, biotch! Why
don't you run off and go soil yerself, yew mangy cur!" Raising
up her hands, she did a awesomely cool powerup similar
to Dragon Ball Z Super Saiyan. Then she thrusted her hands out
at the suspicious character. "KHAAAA MAAAYAAAA MAAAAAYAAA!"
Nothing came out of her hands except a couple of bubbles that
made a ptttttt! sound.

[Felypsa]

Rosaline glared angrily at the direction of the three fighting girls, for it was obvious that was distracting Fortuné from her. But, it being nighttime, and the ocean being a good distance away, of course her withering glare had no effect. Nevertheless, she felt desperate to take control of the situation—so she did what no girl in her time would do. Even though Fortuné’s head was turned, she knew he had almost kissed her—and she didn’t want that to end.

She put both hands on the sides of his head and laid one on him.

She would not let three sluts ruin her ultimate romantic evening.

The suspicious person laughed vilely at the shifty character’s lame effort. Then she whipped around, and her long hair whacked the shifty character right in her fugly face. In doing so, the suspicious person somehow caught sight of Rosaline snogging Fortuné, gasped, and screamed, “I’m tellin’ December!!” Then, cackling evilly, she threw a clod of wet sand at the shifty character.

[Aveilthé]

Fortuné felt his head turn and soon after felt large lips meet his.
At first his eyes were wide and stupid, as if forgetting what
was coming. Then his eyes drooped like a puppy's as he
succumbed to her sweetness. After a while, he felt himself
suffocating. The kiss literally took his breath away!

"Mmmm!" he uttered through her plunger-kiss. He was gently
trying to tug away from her.

"Hey, betch!" The shifty character spanked the suspicious one.
"HAH. That's for throwin' dirt!"