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Post by Vincent Valentine on Nov 9, 2010 1:52:54 GMT -5
Simple.
He had heard of the many tales revolving the District of Soprano, but to be in the actual surroundings, to be within the people - a completely different feeling. So many smiles flashed everywhere; so many voices intended to one another, so much loose life coursed through the atmosphere. In a sense, that feeling of instability touched him, trying to nudge him to take part in the calm feeling, the serenity within the community. As usual, he ignored it, walking calmly along the streets. Unlike the other Districts, Soprano just had to be the one where no odd stares came his way, or whispers of urgency voiced about him. Such free attitude was surely to be tempting and contagious, but it was another he had to ignore. No matter the situation, nothing could ever change him.
Absolutely nothing.
The trip to this place was not one he had planned at all – rather, it had just been merely a thought, that moment the rays of the Sun woke him. Light brightened everything, the Sun rising directly up ahead. Come to think of it, perhaps the reason why he visited, was so that he would be able to taste a more natural tinge among the foods. That, or the thought of changing scenes just occurred to him. Either way, he was here now, with one of the factors doing a very well job on keeping its reputation. Though not entirely hungry, he had not eaten breakfast at all, so at the sight of a sign Cantabile Café, his eyes narrowed, his body moving towards the place. Close enough to waken his other senses.
As he pushed the door open, his thoughts immediately went to turn away. People bustled along, calling to one another. The structure, the grandness of the place was among one of the things that caused one of his eyebrows to arch, that cause him to pause for a moment. Realizing that he was in the middle of the doorway, he walked through the many walking figures, surprisingly finding the table amidst the many big things. Four chairs were accompanied by none, and he could find no other available table that only two chairs occupied, so with a low sigh, he sat himself on one of the chairs, leaning on the backside. He rested his right arm on the table, making it seem like he was relaxed.
Though of course, he never was.
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Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on Nov 9, 2010 22:45:43 GMT -5
The Soprano district. An area, Genesis has not visited yet. The moment he step foot into the district, he was amazed by how clean it was here compared to the Bass district. Now that he was living in this city, it was time to explore outside of the Bass district. The Soprano district seemed like the perfect area to check it out. He must admit that this district was better than the Bass district. Actually the Bass district wasn't that great, so there was a good chance, all the other district was better.
As he walked down the street, he noticed how no one wasn't intimidated by his look or by the fact he was a mercenary. Genesis was impressed to see these people weren't afraid of anything. With the events happening outside of the city, it was nice to see that their spirit's hasn't fallen apart. This district was really busy, since there were a lot of shops here. He wondered why he didn't get apartment here rather the one in Bass District. Then again, most mercenary had to live there so he had no other choice.
After a few minutes of walking, he stumbled upon a cafe that looked interesting. The sign said "Cantabile Cafe" and Genesis thought it was interesting name. Now that he thought about it, he was a little hungry. It wouldn't hurt to grab a bite, plus it gives him the opportunity to taste the food of this city. He entered the cafe, and the first thing he noticed was how crowded it was here. It was loud here, as people tried to get their orders and trying to get their food. Genesis was a little uneased about how crowded it was. He wasn't used to places that was crowded, nor was he used to the fact that it was busy. The only places he visited since arriving at the city, was the bar in Bass district.
Since he was already here, he might as well find a seat. However since it was crowded, it was hard to find an open seat. As he looked around, he noticed a familiar sight sitting at a table for 4. The red cape, pretty much gave it away as he figured out it was Vincent Valentine. Vincent and him haven't actually met in person, however Genesis had already knew a lot about him. It was because of him, that woke him up from his deep slumber. He never forgot the day he woke up and saw his brother, Weiss, lying there. After being beaten by Vincent, Weiss was out cold causing Genesis to take care of him. And that was the last thing he remember before arriving here. However now that Vincent was here, he thought this was a perfect opportunity to meet him in person. With that, he walked up to the table Vincent was sitting at, and sat across from him. A smirk appeared on his face as he examined Vincent.
"Well, well. If it isn't Vincent Valentine. The name is Genesis, Genesis Rhapsodos. Of course we haven't actually met in person, but I already know a lot about you. You been asleep for a long time. You manage to take out Deepground, and defeat my brother Weiss. You don't age, and you're an expert in sharpshooting. So tell me Vincent. How did someone like you, end up at a place like this?"
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Nov 10, 2010 2:01:57 GMT -5
There was a distant moment that stilled the hour, a prickling feeling the touched him. Jolting him. The dark-blood eyes scanned the room, trying to decipher the cause of the feeling. So many faces, so many nameless faces, moved about the grand, closed space. His figure was still, but a finger resting on the table twitched, causing his eyes to move to that. Gloved, precise, and a very human hand, he slowly flexed his right hand, then stopping after a few seconds. His head motioned to bury half his face behind the red clothing, a motion he never really thought about. Surely something was to be behind the movement, but he found that it was merely a habit – a habit, or whenever something caught his attention. Though now, he was actually glad that he had done so – elsewhere, the motion would have caused questions to rise to another being’s mind, to try and decipher his façade. The people inside the Café were too oblivious, and probably too mindful of their own business, to even catch his figure.
Or at least, that was the original idea.
As he continued to study the faces, his eyes far away, the sound of moving chair carried to his ears. A presence came to share his space, moving to his company uninvited. And perhaps, unwanted. Mildly surprised by the rather abrupt gesture, his eyes moved towards the stranger, his face quickly catching his eyes. No familiarity came to him; no sense of knowing came to at all. And yet, this man seemed to know him, seemed to have had a pretty good research about the surface of his otherwise hidden history. His mouth kept close, his ears listening intently to the man’s words.
“ … Weiss …” [/i] For a second, he flinched, though not too obvious for this Genesis to witness. He didn’t know Weiss had any brothers – then again, they hadn’t exactly been good pals when they’d met. “I still wonder the same thing,”[/i] he stated lowly, an eyebrow arching just slightly. Out of politeness perhaps – but also just the fact that this man knew that much behind him, made him tense. Just slightly. And above all, made him speak. His eyes locked straight to the man’s, reading deep in his mind. Analyzing him. “What brings you here – Genesis?”[/i][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on Nov 12, 2010 1:34:28 GMT -5
Genesis raised a finger at one of he waiters, as he came back with a glass of water. Genesis took a sip from it and examined Vincent. From what he read from reports and eye witnesses, Vincent's appearance had changed dramatically from his work with the Turks to an outcast. Something seemed to be puzzling him, as he didn't say much. Genesis wasn't that surprised to see that from him. Apparently, Vincent wasn't the type of person to interact with. But since he had a connection with his brother, he decided to get answer from. "What am I doing here? Just here to relax I guess. The Bass District isn't that great compared to here. But what are you gonna do? This is the life of a mercenary."Genesis took another sip from his water and started looking around the cafe. It seems as if it got even more crowded, as more and more people tried to get the attentions of the waiters and waitresses. He was surprised to see no didn't recognized a guy in a red cape trying to conceal himself, sitting with a guy wearing a red coat. Though it seems there were other things that were more important than two strange guys in a cafe. He noticed that Vincent was staring at him not even making the slightest movement. Genesis started to chuckle as he slammed the table to get his attention. "Is there something on my face? Because it seems like there is something on my face since you keep staring at me. You don't go out much do you? Judging by the way you acted so far, it seems you don't."A smirk appeared on his face, as he took out the LOVELESS book. He flipped through a few pages, and looked back at him. "Vincent, do you know about LOVELESS? It used to said that the final act was missing, therefore the ending is open to interpretation. However, now the final act is reveal, I still think it is open to interpretation. Allow me to read something:
My soul corrupted by vengence
Hath endured torment, to find the end of the journey
In my own salvation
And your eternal slumber" [/i][/color] Genesis paused for a minute to take sip from his water and closed the book. He looked at Vincent, who seemed to be not interesting, but he didn't care. Only a devious smile appeared on his face when he looked at him. "So tell me, what is your interpretation to that? Eternal slumber. Something you can relate, right?" |
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Nov 13, 2010 18:38:17 GMT -5
Genesis.
Nothing registered. Again and again, he replayed the word in his mind, along with the tone of voice. Surely this was no coincidence – this man knew much of the things on the surface; with his demeanor, it wasn’t much of a surprise now. This man was self-assured, full of pride and endless dignity, that much was certain. He had put aside all the facts that he knew about him, ignored the many words that were used to label him, and had had this much expectancy to be able to still stay where he was. A dangerous swagger was about him, a rather amusing contrast to Vincent’s refrained figure. His eyes bore no awkwardness, nor any sign of discomfort. Confidence glinted in them, along with a hidden curious that threatened to unfold.
His eyes narrowed, his mind grabbed the words that came out of his mouth, and played with them again. Residing in the District of Bass, he had gotten himself the title of a Mercenary.
Suits you.
The corner of his lips twitched - such irony was to be taken as a pleasant surprise. And as well he did. The word genesis meant the origin of something; the beginning of something existing. And yet here he was, living to take someone’s life. To cease for the existence of a life to end. His hand shifted slightly on the table – it seemed wherever he went, there was always to be something that afflicted with the good. He blinked, his mouth thinning. He could already tell that the demanding humour was going to get on his nerve, and that he wasn’t going to like him. Regardless, he was here, implying that he wasn’t going anywhere.
His eyes averted from the mercenary’s face, away towards the swarming faces, walking passed them. They wavered from one to the next, but his mind – his mind was still enclosed within the space he held.
Red orbs lowered to the table, the drawing voice containing him to his quiet place.
LOVELESS.
As the words dimmed, the questions asked, he looked back up, towards the anticipating face. The most sly of smiles greeted him, nudging him. That was when he drew back his hand, back to drop to his lap, within his confined form.
“Evidently, whoever this man is,” [/i] he started, ignoring the last comment, “has had much experience with the dark humours of life, to be able to write those emotions in which he manifested himself in.[/i] He paused. “The eternal slumber in which he describes, is not alike the one I know. Clearly,”[/i] he continued, his voice getting softer, “she was saved from his torment, and ever relentless presence.”Never-ending shadows …
“For a man who tweaks dangerous lines, reading books such the likes of those seem very unusual,”[/color] he commented, his voice just hinting slight humour. “What’s your interpretation?”[/i][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on Nov 17, 2010 23:22:01 GMT -5
Already Genesis was interested by this man. The way he acted and the way he kept his composure was fascinating. It was rare to see someone like him here. Everything he tried to do, Vincent was calm about it. Calm and also silent. His silence was starting to annoy him. It was as if he wasn't even paying attention to him. He could see it in his eyes that his mind was somewhere else. After what Vincent has been gone through, he wasn't surprised at all. However he is in a new world, a new life. He can start over if he wanted to. Genesis had already accepted that. This was his chance to start something new, and he wanted Vincent to see that as well.
A smirked appeared on his about his comment of him being a mercenary. Typical Vincent. A man with a few words. Yet, the moment he talked about LOVELESS, it seemed as if he had a different interpretation on it. Genesis closed his eyes and crossed his arms as he listened to what Vincent had to say. Who knew Vincent could be so deep. His interpretation was quite interesting, as he took a moment to think about that. He heard Vincent asked about his interpretation on the part, but Genesis was quiet. He heard Vincent mumble something, but he just ignored it. In his mind, he still figuring out his interpretation. It has been so long, since he heard another interpretation about LOVELESS, that he was flattered. He chuckled a little and opened his eyes.
"Well, that an interesting interpretation you have there. I can see that I'm gonna have fun with you."
Genesis took a sip and began to relaxed. He looked around at the busy people trying to get through and then back at Vincent.
"As for my interpretation, this is simply only part of a journey of a man becoming a hero. One must suffer and make sacrifices in order to get what they want. However one must read the entire poem to understand the true meaning....about the gift of the goddess."
Genesis completely ignored Vincent other comment about him reading LOVELESS. Rather than saying about that, he simply gave a slight chuckle. He starting to get bored just sitting here, trying to make small talk. Clearly, he wasn't gonna get far with talking. Maybe a little spar with him would make things interesting. He noticed Vincent's gun placed in his holster by his thigh and thought it would be interesting to go up against a long ranged fighter.
"Well I don't know about you, but I'm starting to get bored here. How about a challenge? A little spar shall we say. It would be interesting to see how you fight and also gives me a chance with what I'm dealing with in this city. That is....if your too cowardly to face me."
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Nov 19, 2010 7:51:50 GMT -5
“ … journey of a man becoming a hero.” [/i] He kept his silence, motioning no promises of ever speaking in a fair few more words. However, such differentiating interpretation did nudge at his curiosity, and so he hung on the spoken words, never ceasing the eye contact between them. Perhaps Genesis’ defined interpretation was of more accurate theory – after all, he had the book with him. This could only indicate that the man spent his spare times reading the book – wherever he was. He took a step back to his own past, put an image and rolled the words over and over. He had suffered, but did he really get what he wanted? Come to think of it, what did he want? He blinked, hearing just in time, the last comment about a goddess. His eyes narrowed, he tried to manipulate his words, what they may mean below the surface. Vincent’s eyes wandered a quick look about the man’s face – the stance had changed, he was enjoying himself in the company of one who hadn’t asked for such company. He hadn’t come for company at all, walking through this strange town – he had just wanted a little food to boost his body’s energy, and be on his way. Apparently, that had gone out the window with this man’s arrival. His jaws clenched. Why did it have to be this particular part of his past that would come to follow his unwanted shadows? That quick glance to his holster wasn’t missed – immediately, he knew what was wanted before asked, and he didn’t like it. This man clearly needed to research more if he’d wanted to get along with a man such as him. All he could think of, was how worthless his reasoning were – the very idea of simply sparing because one was bored, was, to put it simply, in Vincent’s opinion, ridiculously pointless. Did he not just describe his fighting tactics? So why would he want to find out what exactly he was dealing with? He was not one to judge so easy, but he could already tell this man to be somewhat wild and decisive, a man of arrogance and high self-assurance. No, scratch that. Full of pride would be a more accurate description. “Boredom is to be your excuse to disrupt the peace among these people?”[/i] he spoke back, his tone low and soft. He arched an eyebrow – too much hinting of irritation had tinged in his voice, enough for him to surely have heard. This part of the past was definitely not needed in his otherwise regaining life – why this particular man he didn’t know, for that matter? “On the contrary, I find it somewhat … enlightening to have such foreign company,”[/i] he continued, glad that his tone was easing. “I did not stay here to chat and pull my gun out, Genesis. I stayed to talk. That is all.”[/i] He sat where he was, breaking no eye contact. “You’re better off with someone else who thinks in the same way as you, if you’re not content with my company.”[/i] There was no point beating around the bush anymore – and he had stayed for the consideration of being polite. He gave a small “hn” before continuing, “Declining from doing a pointless action is not cowardly. It’s being smart.”[/i][/blockquote] ----------- OOC: So sorry for this late post!! We just finished the exams this week, so hopefully there won’t be any more waiting ;D Oh, and he only speaks when the quotation marks are on the sentences - without them on a sentence, he's thinking them instead  [/size] |
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Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on Nov 23, 2010 0:04:45 GMT -5
Genesis placed his hand on the table, and started tapping out of boredom. It seems Vincent was in no mood to fight. A disappointing look appeared on his face, as he was eager to fight him. He simply ignored his last comment about him being smart by not fighting. All he was doing was sugar coding cowardness. But if he didn't wanna fight, he'll respect that for once. Yet if he didn't want to fight, what else does he want to do? Here he was trying to spark up their conversation, and Vincent was being plain as ever. He stared at Vincent, who barely moved a muscle nor did he even blink. Was he that dull? After all the things he read about Vincent, he thought that it would be interesting to chat with him. Instead, he got another dull guy.
"Hmph. Suit yourself. If you wanna talk, talk. Amuse me. Give me a reason why I chose to sit here with you."
He crossed his arms and gave a sigh, waiting for something interesting to happen. Vincent was not much to talk, Genesis was running out of ideas to make him talk, and this awkward silence was not working for him. From the side of his vision, he noticed a group of lowlife thugs looking at their direction. He wonder what could it be that made them look over here. Genesis started to give a small chuckle and looked at Vincent.
"Vincent, do you see those thugs over there? 100 munny say that they will come over here to start trouble."
Honestly, Genesis hoped they would come over here. He needed to beat someone up, and apparently Vincent wasn't gonna be the one. He had no choice but to release his stress on these thugs. And with luck, they in fact did come over. It took them awhile to get over here, since they were having trouble walking. He wasn't surprised to see that they were drunk. A calm looked appeared on his face, as the thugs towered over them.
"H-Hey..you in the...r-red jacket. Y-you look like you're not from around here." The thug gave a hiccup as he tried to keep his balance. Genesis gave a glare at the thug.
"So what if I am? Do you have a problem with that, you lowlife prick?"
The thug's face became red when he heard his comment as he slammed his hand on the table. A smirked appeared on Genesis face, as he glanced at Vincent and then back at the thug.
"You think yo-you're tough? Trying to prove something to your boyfriend here?" Genesis laughed at the comment. If this thug was trying to be tough, he was failing at it.
"You're the one trying to be all tough. I'm simply here minding my own business with this....acquaintance of mine. Though if you me to teach you a lesson, I'll gladly help you with that."
The thug faced grew redder, as he tried to throw a punch at Genesis. However, Genesis simply blocked the punch with his hand, and knocked him back into his gang. This made the thug even more pissed as he motioned his gang to get him.
"Get 'im boys. Teach this fool what happens when he messes with me."
Genesis looked at Vincent with a bored look, as he saw the gang coming right at him.
"So Vincent. Care to join me in getting rid of these thugs. Or are you gonna leave me hanging and let me do all the work?"
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Nov 25, 2010 23:23:28 GMT -5
Underneath the red material, a small smile curved its way onto his lips, putting the first visible expression for the day. He doubted very much if the man across the table was able to see it – the upper part of his face, including the piercing, ruby eyes, was the only part Genesis would be able to see. If Vincent was to incline or tilt his head, however, then the matter would be of a different perspective. His eyes started to lessen the hardness, instead tinting small hints of humour. He saw the expression on the man’s face when he declined, saw the atmosphere changing. If he was to keep up this nature of his, maybe he would be left alone. And that – that seemed to be somewhere in the horizon.
The smile turned into a small smirk, as he replayed the last comment over and over. Give him the reason why he chose to sit with the previously-alone man? Did this man have any sense on what he just said? Impressive-looking as he was, perhaps he needed to be taught the art of thinking before saying. Tempted as he was to insult this comment, he refrained, instead raising an eyebrow at the now-subject.
All hope vanished as those he mentioned did actually come stumbling to their direction, emitting sounds of dismay and shock from the people they pushed at. He sighed, reacting not. Keeping his gaze on Genesis alone, he let the pieces fall in place, as their conversation continued along to that something he thought he would avoid. His attention was suddenly called as the drunkard’s slurred speech turned to acknowledge him, and not in the very polite way that he no longer expected to be said. His gaze shifted to the man’s before, expressionless. In truth, irritation boiled and grew inside him, and as the situation grew volatile, his brows furrowed. As the drunkard called attention to his company, he replied nothing to Genesis, instead, suddenly standing as one of the vagabonds rushed towards him with a broken bottle. In one swift movement, he stood, his cape swishing as his chair flew to collide on the rushing man, sending him stumbling back in haze. Another came from his left, though this one was a bit more decisive. But the gunslinger, without voicing a word, merely turned his head, and as the man neared, he pulled out the Cerberus, the barrels aiming straight for the man’s temple. This move, though not seemingly threatening, stilled the man, his eyes wide.
“You should leave before I get irritated,”
[/i] he started. Just the sound of his voice made his victim’s eyes widen, and now, aside being drunk, real fear and intimidation set in. Around them, people screamed and rushed about, causing a larger commotion than intended. His other companions took no heed of his word, and continued on their path, splitting to equal each man’s battle. He sincerely hoped he wouldn’t have to fire his precious bullets – these men were unworthy enough as it was. “Make it quick, Genesis,”[/i] he called, though his head was turned the other way. As more rushed to him, he couldn’t help the small smile tug on his lips. [/blockquote] [/size] |
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Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on Dec 14, 2010 22:21:46 GMT -5
A smirked appeared on Genesis' face as he watched Vincent take care one of the thugs. It was surprising to see that he was actually helping. To think he was a boring guy just sitting there with a dull look. Though he did get a glimpse of a smile from him, which was also a first. It seem this fiscal brought some excitement to the conversation. It wasn't something Genesis expected, but he'll take it. A drunk thug tried to throw a punch at Genesis, but he simply stepped a side and tripped him. The thug, fell on top of the table, causing it to break. Already there was commotion in the cafe, and this little brawl made it worse. People everywhere scatter to find the exit, leaving the two of them facing the thugs.
"Quick? You wanna make this quick? But I wanna have some fun with these guy. Sigh, oh well. I'll go along with your lead."
He stooding there watching another thug heading straight for him and smiled. With a blink of an eye, his rapier appeared in his hand as he knock the thug of his feet with the flat side of the blade. He was in a good mood, so he decided to keep them alive. If it was any other day, all of them would be dead by now, and maybe a couple of random civilians. More and more thugs came at him as if it was a whole army. Yet, these were low life scum so they weren't any trouble towards him. They were wasting him time, and he wanted a better challenge.
Looking at Vincent, he saw that he was doing well getting rid of these thugs. It was nice to see that someone was helping him. It was a rarity since he prefer to work alone, however he made an exception this. Another one had bite the dust as Genesis punched one of them in the gut. A bored facial expression appeared on his face as he shook his head at the fallen thugs.
"You guys disappoint me. Here I thought I could have a little fun with you, but it turns out you're not evening making chuckle. You're pathetic.
He looked back at Vincent and gave him a smirk.
"Wouldn't you agree, Vincent?"
OOC: I apologized for not posting for weeks. Finals were approaching and I had stuff to do. But good new, I'm done with them so I should be active again.
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Post by Vincent Valentine on Jan 5, 2011 22:57:10 GMT -5
He replied no answer.
In fact, he acted as if he didn’t hear the directed words to him at all.
To obtain his previous wish, he simply did not feel the need to fire, but instead use it as false intimidation. It managed to do its job, but needless to say, these men were really acting without thought. Fear started to shake them, yet they were still at it, trying their fists on probably the two most dangerous men in this cafe. If they weren’t looking so close to being a Human, he would have given an exception, and simply walked away from their challenge. Human nature was indeed, something that could not be changed. Did they not even take a look at themselves? Sadly, Genesis was right on the word – they were pathetic. And stupid.
Did they not clearly see the attire he or Genesis was clad in?
He had given the man he pointed his gun at, the softest hit among the others, owning a hard kick on the stomach, sending him flying across the room. The rest received a series of blows on the face and neck, some of whom seemed easy to knock out more than others. From both sides, two attacked quite forwardly, chairs in hands and yelling in unison. From the back, someone with a knife ran to him, the glint of the blade reflecting from the light outside to the post in front of him for him to see. The gunslinger closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
He only opened them when the two from the side finally swung their weapons.
Ruby burned as he stepped back, letting the wood collide with wood and bodies crashing into each other. Without a pause, he swung and caught the hand that held the blade, twisting the wrist and kneeing the face that came with the arm, as the man cried in agony, dropping to his knees. He let his grip go, stepping a few feet back from him, as his body crashed on the floor. He placed his gun back to hiding, turning his attention to the other battle. Suddenly, a gunshot fired, immobilizing him. How could he have missed it? Turning, he saw another man, pointing a pistol to his chest, eyes blurred. His mouth was twisted in a proud grin, probably for the shot he had surprised the gunslinger with. For whatever reason he was grinning, it was no longer thought of. The elated grin turned into a frown, as Vincent neither cried out nor yelled in alarm. In fact, he merely looked at the man until he finally dropped unconscious on the ground, knocked out by his own booze. However, he did shrug off his right shoulder, trying to see how much the shot had affected him.
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Post by Genesis Rhapsodos on Jan 20, 2011 13:09:40 GMT -5
Vincent was quiet as usual. It was disappointing to see that he didn't back him up. A little encouragement would've been nice. Then again, this was like him so he shouldn't expect much. Genesis yawned when he finished taking care of those lowlife scum. He was tired of seeing the same thing everyday. Tough guy who think they could beat them. He needed a challenge like Zack or Sephiroth. While standing, one of the clever ones tried to sneak up from behind and attack him. Genesis simply shook his head at the foolish attack and simply sidestep. He turned around and with his outstretched arm, hit the thug in the neck. The move caused the thug to be knock back and hit his head, knocking him out. When will they learn?[/i] Genesis looked back at Vincent and saw that he was shot by of the thug. It was surprising to see out of all people, Vincent would get shot by a lowlife with a gun. It looked as if it stung a little. However, Vincent did not make a move. It was as if he didn't feel that. The funny part was the fact that the man who shot him, was knocked out after having one too many drinks. He smiled when he saw that and shook his head. Vincent then went on to say that they should leave. Genesis looked around at the mess they caused and nodded in agreement. "Agreed. We don't want to attract more attention."Unconscious bodies were everywhere. Tables were flipped over. The only people in the bar left was him and Vincent. Genesis walked over one of the body who was moaning a little. He looked at him for a second or two and walked away. He stood outside the bar waiting for Vincent to follow him out and looked at the sky. As he looked up in the sky, he quoted a verse from LOVELESS "Dreams of the marrow hath the shattered soul
Pride is lost
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