02-17-2015, 09:20 PM
Aang was finally beginning to relax a bit. He was still suspicious of this Dio and the party in general, but after realizing he'd have to stay at least until Faren left, he decided to trust his instinctually good reaction time to kick in if anything went awry. Furthermore, Dio's explanation of his still-distasteful but now-understandable nature was, if not all that calming, at least a potent point in contrast with his original unease. Though, the implication remained that Dio would have no problems drinking the blood of the murdered were there not people around to watch. Either way, perhaps just conversing wouldn't be such a bad thing, at least while they were in public...
"A vampire, huh? Not a dracula? What's the difference?" The people he'd talked to in the Nexus had had all manner of terrible things to say about the Dracula, but hadn't so much as mentioned vampires. Perhaps a different, cousin-breed of undead? "Not to be rude or anything, of course, I'm just curious."
A definitively-scrumptious looking slice of chocolate cake had, as Dio had mentioned, been left on the table specifically for Aang. This, he was less likely to accept wholeheartedly. "Thanks for the cake, by the way," he said as he eyed it suspiciously, pulling it towards himself a few inches, and continued munching on the jelly roll. He wasn't quite sure that eating a dish prepared specifically for him, a vegetarian no less, by a creature that literally drank human blood was the best of ideas, let alone the fact that it could be poisoned or drugged of some sort. And since the strawberry jelly roll WAS, in fact, delicious, and even nostalgic (it reminded him of the monks at the Southern Air Temple who used to also create similar dishes), he could at least have the excuse of finishing it up first.
Aang noticed that Dio kept adjusting his mask, and each time took on a slightly different appearance, each a different apparition of "I will eat you" than the last. He'd gone through one that highlighted villainous smirks, one that made his eyes look hollow and soulless, and even one that reminded Aang of the Spider-viper, a snake that lured in birds to eat by dragging its spider-like tail along the ground. This, of course, didn't help much with Aang's anxiety regarding the offering of cake. However, he did wonder whether Dio was merely uncomfortable, or was simply trying to appear less intimidating for his sake. This of course reminded Aang that he, too, had a mask on his face, and it was beginning to sit funny on his nose. Catching himself just before sneezing, as such an event would likely be far more violent in this setting than the average person's sneeze, he put down the jelly roll to free up his hands and adjust the mask. Now, no matter how he turned it, the mask was more uncomfortable every time he let go of it. Sighing in frustration, he returned the mask to its original position resting heavily on his nose.
The small band in the corner had been playing a bit of a more slow and distant waltz, but now they picked up a pace with a fast, swinging jazzy bit. Masked partygoers at the tables around the two of them stood up in droves to return to the dance floor for the more boisterous dance bit. Aang almost had the urge to jump up himself, and even began to push himself up out of his chair, but restrained himself before anything but his arms had moved much. Leaving again after the first time could have been seen as an affront to the host, and this particular host really wasn't one that Aang wanted to offend.
"A vampire, huh? Not a dracula? What's the difference?" The people he'd talked to in the Nexus had had all manner of terrible things to say about the Dracula, but hadn't so much as mentioned vampires. Perhaps a different, cousin-breed of undead? "Not to be rude or anything, of course, I'm just curious."
A definitively-scrumptious looking slice of chocolate cake had, as Dio had mentioned, been left on the table specifically for Aang. This, he was less likely to accept wholeheartedly. "Thanks for the cake, by the way," he said as he eyed it suspiciously, pulling it towards himself a few inches, and continued munching on the jelly roll. He wasn't quite sure that eating a dish prepared specifically for him, a vegetarian no less, by a creature that literally drank human blood was the best of ideas, let alone the fact that it could be poisoned or drugged of some sort. And since the strawberry jelly roll WAS, in fact, delicious, and even nostalgic (it reminded him of the monks at the Southern Air Temple who used to also create similar dishes), he could at least have the excuse of finishing it up first.
Aang noticed that Dio kept adjusting his mask, and each time took on a slightly different appearance, each a different apparition of "I will eat you" than the last. He'd gone through one that highlighted villainous smirks, one that made his eyes look hollow and soulless, and even one that reminded Aang of the Spider-viper, a snake that lured in birds to eat by dragging its spider-like tail along the ground. This, of course, didn't help much with Aang's anxiety regarding the offering of cake. However, he did wonder whether Dio was merely uncomfortable, or was simply trying to appear less intimidating for his sake. This of course reminded Aang that he, too, had a mask on his face, and it was beginning to sit funny on his nose. Catching himself just before sneezing, as such an event would likely be far more violent in this setting than the average person's sneeze, he put down the jelly roll to free up his hands and adjust the mask. Now, no matter how he turned it, the mask was more uncomfortable every time he let go of it. Sighing in frustration, he returned the mask to its original position resting heavily on his nose.
The small band in the corner had been playing a bit of a more slow and distant waltz, but now they picked up a pace with a fast, swinging jazzy bit. Masked partygoers at the tables around the two of them stood up in droves to return to the dance floor for the more boisterous dance bit. Aang almost had the urge to jump up himself, and even began to push himself up out of his chair, but restrained himself before anything but his arms had moved much. Leaving again after the first time could have been seen as an affront to the host, and this particular host really wasn't one that Aang wanted to offend.
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