asgard au; vampire murder posse edition

[madamemoiselle]

[Well, that month or so of being away from Asgard was entirely unpleasant as far as Diva was concerned. Which wasn't entirely accurate, since she couldn't really remember it, but still. She had vowed to herself that she was always smart enough to not take off her bracelet for even a second, and yet, the past month was a grey fog. She had just come out of the fog by a bracelet being slipped on her wrist, and the vague memory of seeing her silver bracelet bounce off the pavement and roll into the sewer drain out of reach as she had taken it off for just a moment.

Her life is so hard, clearly.

She sighs a little as she opens the door of her home, not really yet aware of just how long she had been absent yet—She had guessed a week or so. It was going to be annoying to explain what had happened, so she had already resigned herself to feigning ignorance.]

Hey, I'm home.

[She didn't usually announce herself when she returned home, but it seemed appropriate for now.]

Comments

throws a welcome back party with too many balloons!!

[encored]

[sometimes he manages...! he gives the area a barely interested glance since he's already been through it several times by now and finds nothing particularly charming about it.]

At the rate things are going it will most likely have its color before you know it. A shame for us, but it would make using the area for its intended purpose much more pleasant. [which he doesn't sound too thrilled about... hunting grounds > shopping mall, obviously.]

Well then, would you like to start things off?

[coloratura]

[She laughs, making an exaggerated gesture with her hands as if accepting something]

My, it would be my pleasure.

[And just like that, all of her cheerful conversation stops as she focuses on every passerby more intently, though it is subtle. It would be as easy as picking a heartbeat out of a crowd that appealed to her normally, but she had to admit, this had its fun too. It was like a little guessing game of which person would provide the best tasting meal. There's a few minutes of silence as she scopes out their meal, but it ends as she leans closer to whisper darkly and nod her head to a (of course) young and attractive young man.]

That one.

[encored]

[he tilts his head toward her when she leans forward, holding his hand to his chin. such crafty looking co-conspirators, here. he doesn't seem at all surprised by her choice though, even if he goes through the motions of appraising the selected stranger just for show.]

That one, truly? Doesn't he look a little sickly? [it's said in a teasing tone, and he laces his fingers behind his back as he takes a lazy step forward.]

[coloratura]

[She laughs, giving him a playful shove]

No way! It's fine.

[Her tone becomes haughty, but it's also in a teasing way] Hmph, to pay for that, why don't you get him for me?

[encored]

Must I? [he makes a show of dragging his feet and sounding very displeased by the suggestion, but it's obvious he's not too unhappy about the arrangement.

he takes a step further from her and stretches his arms overhead like a sprinter getting ready at the start of a race, keeping a careful eye on the target she had selected.]

Ah, I honestly do despise being so thoroughly limited at these times.

[coloratura]

Oh, I know. We wouldn't have a problem at all if we had even a little of our strength. I still don't really get how humans can stand it.

[But she laughs as she steps around him] Still, at least they don't fight much, I guess.

[encored]

I'd imagine they're only satisfied with it because they don't know any better. [which he says in a tone of mock-sympathy, but there's nothing in his expression to indicate it's sincere.]

Either way, we might lose him at this rate. I'll be off, then. [AND OFF TO COLLECT DINNER HE GOES, deciding to forgo the simpler method of pinning the stranger down with his Shadow Control and just tailing after at a quick pace to somewhat emulate the thrill of the (slow) hunt.]