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Post by naolin on Jul 10, 2008 14:49:38 GMT -5
Naolin nodded to Dieter compassionately, obviously feeling concern and pity for him when he referred to the vampire as his 'master.' Naturally, she interpreted the title in the worst way possible, rather than as a formality.
"Oh no, it's very kind of you to do that." She told him, referring to the purchase of the sandwich. "Maybe I will give it to a patient. It seems that most of them dislike hospital food..." Truthfully, she probably wouldn't offer the sandwich to a patient. It wasn't that she wanted to keep it for herself that badly, but that she didn't want to be scolded for asking. Giving different patients different food might be considered favoritism, as if she was giving certain patients more care and attention than others. Then, there was always food allergies to worry about, or people who refused to eat certain foods due to their beliefs.
"Oh...um...I don't know...I'm not very good at deciding..." In order to make Dieter choose the topic of conversation, she stabbed some of her salad with her fork and put it in her mouth. It was impolite to talk with one's mouth full, after all.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 10, 2008 19:07:49 GMT -5
"Well I guess I could talk about myself. However it would be nothing but lies. If I were to tell you the truth I don't think you'd be sitting here talking with me. I just wanted to have a conversation with you and do my best to give an apology and see if I couldn't get you to listen. I'm sorry that somehow your opinion of vampires has gotten to be so low. I myself am not a slave to them but I serve my master's purpose. I am used to a turn of phrase for someone in this position. I apologize if you feel such discomfort and I could leave if you felt it prudent. I merely wanted to convey these feelings to you properly." Dieter then sipped his tea. Man concentrating was tough. He said what he wanted to say. If she figured it out and froze up he'd definitely bolt before she passed out again. He just honestly wanted to get her to feel somewhat differently about vampires. He guessed it would be impossible for him to do that. He sighed a little as he had the cup to his mouth. He didn't want her catching on too easily.
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Post by naolin on Jul 16, 2008 14:03:47 GMT -5
Naolin frowned. It was plain from her expression that Dieter's words had confused her. One one hand, he just made himself sound very suspicious. On the other hand, he had been perfectly polite until then. As a girl who liked to assume the best of people, so long as they weren't night-lurkers, she didn't like to label him as 'bad.' She believed that if people were kind to her, they had at least some kindness in their nature. She didn't like to believe that maybe it was all a trap or trick created by one who was cruel in nature.
But she had trouble masking her unease. The man had admitted that if he told her anything about himself, it would be nothing but lies. He told her that if she knew the truth, she wouldn't be sitting with him. Didn't that make him a little bit suspicious? He seemed to have something to hide, and admitted that he would lie if asked...that made him untruthful. If he was hiding something, and if he was untruthful, was he really trustworthy? This was the servant of a vampire. Maybe he really was trying to deceive her.
"U-um..." She started uncertainly, but stopped, not sure what it was that she wanted to say. She couldn't possibly ask him anything, if he would only lie about it. She wanted to leave, but feared that she would offend him in doing so. Perhaps she was evaluating the situation improperly. Perhaps she had heard him incorrectly. She moved around in her seat restlessly again. He gave her gifts. He invited her to eat with him. Why would he do that if he wasn't really as nice as he acted?
She might be mistaken, that she was mistaken. He might have actually meant to do her wrong, even from the beginning. If she didn't leave, would she be putting herself in danger?
No, there's plenty of people around, if he did something bad, surely someone would see...?
She looked like a deer caught in the headlights. Stunned, frightened, and unsure what to do.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 16, 2008 14:41:29 GMT -5
Dieter noticed her panicking. He didn't mean to cause her to panic. He didn't like causing such fear in someone so innocent. Dieter looked around himself and then said. "Well I guess I'll give you one truth to ponder before I leave. Sherlock Holmes is a literary fiction, a sleuth set in 18th century London. We've already met before in an elevator and I'm afraid I left you in much the same state as I am now. I was hoping to craft a small lie in order to portray truths but unfortunately I guess I'll have to quite while I'm behind. I'm sorry that I couldn't help you overcome the pathological fear you hold of vampires. Suffice to say, there are those of us that value life as something worth protecting if you'd allow yourself to see the light. Again you have my most sincere apologies. Have a good day miss."
Dieter got up and left the table. He kept a brisk walk waiting to see if she would send a beam of light straight at him. Dieter didn't like daylight ventures but he felt it would be necessary to at least apologize. Dieter guessed it was the living in Japan for several years that left him with an inherent need to apologize. Dieter could ready a shield and run to the basement if she decided to strike at him while he was leaving. He kept his mind alert and prepped for the possibility.
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Post by naolin on Jul 20, 2008 23:11:04 GMT -5
The mention of Sherlock Holmes did little but confuse her. As a popular fictional character, she knew the name, as did most. She'd never read a Sherlock Holmes book, however, and nothing he told her she didn't already know. She didn't understand the signifigance of Sherlock Holmes in comparison to him.
When he told her they had met before, she was at first puzzled and somewhat embarrassed that she could not recall his face. When he told her they had met before, in an elevator, she became rather pale and panicky. She deduced that, by some miracle - or curse - he was the vampire who had 'attacked' her before. Yet again, it was broad daylight, and there he was, wearing a different face! How long would this vampire stalk her, under the guise of others? How was she supposed to work if anyone could be an enemy? Could he even take the form of people she knew?
She said nothing to Dieter. No 'thank you,' no 'have a good day.' Not even a 'get away from me!' She looked away from Dieter, focusing on the tea and sandwich he'd provided her. She didn't trust that they were safe for her to eat; they could be poisoned. He did drink the tea, true enough, but vampires did not need food or drink. Could it be that they were immune to poison, being that they were undead? She thanked the stars that she hadn't tried either.
She wouldn't send a spell after Dieter. Though she knew some light magic that could help her against vampires, when faced with one, she panicked so terribly that she couldn't possibly cast such spells. If she did have the concentration, she surely wouldn't use it. She was very passive, herself, and couldn't bring it upon herself to fight back. She couldn't stand to reduce herself to their level, attacking others...she was the perfect damsel in distress.
When Dieter further away, she managed to choke out "Forcefield." She might not fight back, but she would try to protect herself with defensive magic.
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