Family Affairs...(Aurelius and Vanity Only)

[Guest]

The day had been a bright afternoon upon the great city of central. Rays of light streak perfectly across the sky, bursting through the puffy white clouds floating throughout the atmosphere. The market square was busy at this time of day, as Vanity travels on a great ‘hunt’. Click by click the beautiful girl stroll down the stone streets in her heels. People’s heads turn in full circles, as they starred bluntly at the young woman’s presence. The woman wore a tight fitting violet peacoat, silky white gloves that cover her graceful knuckles, and three-inch heels to show off her calves. It was quiet clear she knew the attention was on her as she walks the street of central. Alena loves the attention, especially when it allows her an opportunity to get something she desired.

“Hm, Aurelius. How am I to find someone I’ve never met, or even seen…” The homunculus thinks to herself as she searches desperately around the market square for something wondrous to munch on. After all, how is a woman to fair on an empty stomach?

“Fresh strawberries! Come get them while there ripe!” A baker yells deeply out into the air from his tiny shop on the corner of 4th and Main Street. “Fresh strawberries!” He shouts out once again before shuffling back into his petite bakery.

Alena stops when she hears the word ‘strawberries’ and turns her attention to the hefty baker. “Ah, perfect!” She smirks before power walking into the bakery. The door to the petite shop was completely see through, and was made only of glass. Inside were tiny tables that lined the far right wall, while the opposite was a full glass counter presenting the glorious desserts! Vanity squeals a little giggle as she walks to the counter. “Three chocolate cover strawberries please…” Vanity leans over the countertop, staring glaringly into the man’s eyes. The woman bit her lip playfully, as she spins her index finger in circles on the countertop. His reaction was priceless; his cheeks immediately flush as he attempts to take deep gulps of air. It had been a while since a beautiful lady such as this one, was standing before him starring into his soul.

“Uh, yes, yes right away!” The baker wipes sweat off his brow before scooping three chocolate strawberries into a bag. “Here you go Ma’am, and that will be-” Before he was able to finish, Vanity had dropped her head and pouted.

“Oh shoot, I don’t have my wallet….” The young lady stood and the counter as if she were about to cry. Her plan was to lure him into giving her the food for free, without having to waste precious money. The man didn’t hesitate one bit, and quickly gives her the three strawberries and his number without any charge. It worked. Vanity left without saying a word to the man, stepping out back into the gleaming day.

[Aurelius Schwartz]

Money slid from the pockets of tight, black leather pants and onto the counter of the small shop. A glove of the same color and material clutched the meaningful paper and then let it go on top of the counter for the owner of the shop. The tall, dark man had been cowering in the corner for some time and had witnessed the entire ordeal between the bewitched man and the bewitching blond. Without saying a word, he pocketed his hand once more, but instead inside the confines of his ebony military coat. The shoulders were brandished with gold embroidery and metal plating that ran down to the sleeves. The coat itself was long, more along the lines of a trench than anything else; it flared out to the backs of his knees. The coat was unbuttoned and opened to reveal a white dress shirt beneath, which itself was neatly buttoned all the way to his neck whereas a thin tie was sloppily knotted. It lay where the wind had thrust it from his previous escapade outside.

Aurel followed the girl out the door and the owner of the tiny, family-run shop only smiled in appreciation at his kindness. The small shop didn't make much money. Aurel cringed immediately upon exiting, attacked by an onslaught of people, noises, and human action. Long raven hair flapped effortless in the wind behind him, almost getting caught in the glass door as it closed. Shorter spikes atop his head moved like black grass in waves of air. Aurel simply scowled, trying to stare at the pavement to alleviate the immediate stress wracking his body. Maybe he needed to stay in that shop a bit longer before taking on the world again. He reached for the gun that wasn't there. Hild hadn't let him take it... With good reason. Everything had been especially bad since she had drugged him after his episode. He didn't blame her though. He had to keep his promise to the bitter end even if it tortured his entire being down to his tormented core.

Aurel didn't believe in souls. You die, you die; you finally get some rest. Though Aurel very much liked his dark lair in the basement of their mansion. It was soundless, quiet, inaudible, and much else of the same. If life could be more like that...without humans scurrying around like ants trying to kill each other and make everyone suffer, then he wouldn't want to die as much. Aurel raised his mismatched eyes from the concrete in time to see heels in front of him. Aurel was walking fast, and in order not to colli-- Aurel crashed into the back of the girl and cursed a million times to himself in his ravaged, calculating mind. If he had just stopped instead of thought so deeply on the matter, none of this would have happened! Aurel needed a break. Maybe that was why Hild has sent him instead of their butler, Ogi. He stared at the paper bag he held in his unfortunate unpocketed hand. What a pain in the ass. It was all meaningless and a waste of time. He could be plotting a world war right now instead of being in one with some stuck-up chick who enjoyed taking money from a troubled old man! Aurel glowered at the thing he crashed into. He had to continue following her until the street opened up further where he could then get around her, but being nice until then was out of the question, for the Fuhrer's brother was about to lose his mind.

He refused to apologize. Immediately after running into her back, he concluded this fact: she didn't deserve an apology. She simply warranted it. In fact, it was probably karma. Aurel probably wouldn't have even run into her had she not stolen...whatever the hell food she had in that bag. Not like it mattered because it did in fact happen regardless. Aurel almost reached for the non-present gun again, but stopped himself before his hand exited the warmth. His sister was torturing him. Aurel's cold, piercing red and blue eyes focused harshly on the failure of a human being and he said in an expressionless monotone voice, "Move. You are crowding the walkway."


[Random note- you're dialogue is violet when your signature says it should be red?]

[Guest]

The streets were a bit busier once Alena had stepped back out after visiting the small local shop. Men and women of all ages were on their own quest, making it almost impossible not to hit someone. There were a few times as she was walking, that her shoulder would bump into the side of another. "Oh, I'm sorry." She repeats time after time when she would end up colliding into the side of another. On the outside, she was keeping her cool. However, she just about had it on the inside.

Her purple peacoat made it easy for anyone to spot her on a day like this, and that was exactly the point. Vanity didn't care who was looking at her, as long as someone was. Stepping out in stiletto heels and a glossy peacoat that went down her knees halfway was a bold in a town like this. Her long flowing blonde locks were pinned up on her head, tucked underneath a fedora, exposing her neck completely. Step by step she went down the narrow sidewalk on main street, thinking to herself. The top of her list of things to do that day was to find Aurelius. How? That might come simpler than she expected... But for now, she hadn't a clue how that was going to be.

Alena slowly raises the brown paper back closer to her chest, as she peers in to decide which of the three she wanted to eat first. Slowly, her hand finally reaches down into the bag to grab one of the decadent strawberries. "This one..." She mumbles with glee under her breath.

Vanity was lost in her own little world while she was deciding which strawberry to take, to even notice someone was following behind her. The sugary sweet dessert was touching her lips, when someone bumped firmly in her back. The reaction immediately causes Alena to drop the strawberry to the ground, before losing her balance on her heels. "Waaaa-" Alena screams before crashing to her knees. Everything happen too fast for the young girl, one moment she was about to enjoy a flavorful snack, and the next she was on the ground with rocks ramming into her palms. "Excus-" She was about to blurt out, but from the corner of her eyes she saw him reaching for something. Her first thought was 'gun', so she pauses in shock. Was he really about to shoot her? For what? Walking on a sidewalk? But when she realizes he didn't pull anything out, the fear crept away. "Excuse you, sir!" She grumbles when attempts to get back to her feet. Dirty stains smeared across her right leg, from the ankle to her knee as she stood to her feet with the help of a wall leading into a 'Mattias Delia shop.' Vanity stares momentarily into the windows reflection, fixing her hair and hat back into proper place. She almost completely forgot about the man and her strawberries while gazing at her reflection. "Tch, I still look damn fine!" She moans before turning back around to find three strawberries mushed into the pavement from all the crowd. "Oh...no!" Alena shrugs her shoulders and shuts her eyes out of annoyance. 'Just breathe... Breathe Girl...' She tells herself as she takes a couple deep inhales and exhales. It wasn't long before realizing this was all due to a horrible man! Alena spins around on her stiletto heels to find the man responsible to this horrendous act!


[Ahhh~ I'm sorry! ^^: *Goes to fix that in her signature* ..... There <33]

[Aurelius Schwartz]

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