07-08-2016, 06:48 AM
Remilia was more than happy to leave the circus behind them now that the two good thing to come of it was in her hands and had been drained of its life to sustain her. And slightly stain the front of her dress if Gin was attentive enough to notice, but it was expected that the red haired fighter would rather leave the vampire’s feeding habits a mystery for the sake of his sanity. While the rain has lighten up and the hateful sun had not yet raised on the mysterious island quite yet, she still held firmly onto her new umbrella with excitement as a wide grin went from ear to ear on her face. Her mind spun with wonderful visions of what they could find within an entire town abandoned to the jungle. Sure, she had similar thoughts when they had first found the circus as well and that nearly lead to disaster, disembowelment, and a new career as meat mannequins.
But she didn’t HATE what has happened so far, the whirlwind of action did sate her boredom as she had hoped and even danger was merely a part of that. Although there were enough low point that her original ecstatic willingness to be here had died and if this was all some plot by Karl as she had first thought then she’d ram her little girl fist through his balls the next time she saw him.
“Which way is it?” the scarlet devil asked as she stood in the door frame of the trailer, one last unsavory look across the dead statues would be the last thing she’d see of this place. She looked back to see Gin attempt to decipher the ex-madman’s scribbles with some degree of difficulty, she could tell that he was at least grate it wasn’t the giant sign nor did he have to read this AND carry a piece of metal over his traveling companion’s head.
“It’s over-” He couldn’t finish as he was interrupted by his own body as he rapidly sucked in a great deal of air through his teeth. Although he had tried to hide it, Remilia knew a yawn when she heard one. The tiredness was not something she had thought of, her own nocturnal nature and the long nap she had before the plane crashed had done her well where Gin was beginning to crash.
“You’re tired” That sounded more like an order than a observation, and the vampire places her hands on the ginger and pushed him closer to one of the beds in the trailer.
“No, no, it’s no big deal. You wanted to leave now” Gin lied, then once again ousted by himself as another yawn escaped him. At that point Remilia knocked him over on to the bed and threw the blanket over him.
“Even I can be wrong sometimes, and I’d rather not see you hurt yourself because you feel asleep in the middle of a fight”
“What if there was something else out there and it comes back?” He pointed and tried to untangle himself from the bundles of cloth over him, but only sunk lower into the warm embrace.
“I can take a shift. You’ll just have to piggyback me if I need to sleep when we’re walking”
“You’re not the boss of me” Gin gave one last bit of resistance, but soon sleep overtook him and he fell into dreams.
“It’s cute that you think that” Remilia gave a devilish smile and chuckled. She slipped the map from the sleeping redhead’s hand and look over it, a little better at reading bad crayon than most. And when she found the broken crayons litter along the other remains of the butcher’s item, she found what was going to distract her for the next few hours.
“I can’t believe you did that” Gin scowled as he flipped back and forth between the two sides of their map. The time passed between his sleep was uneventful, other than a moment of nausea that Remilia had assumed was her body recovering from being in the middle of a lot of moving water in the night. When the light started to peek through the window enough that they could see she had to explain why her body had looked so bruised and red. Vampire weaknesses were not something Gin took too much stock in, but it was something he noted for later use if needed. The other thing he found out, and what he was still sore about, was what Remilia had done to the map. Not only did she decide to “add a little” by filling in some of the blanks with crayon plants and animals (which took out the room for some actual information), she decided to draw on the back with something he could not figure out. Was that a stick figure in a maid outfit, or a chicken?
“Did you expect me to do nothing when you were snoring loud enough to alert everyone on the island?” Of course she wasn’t going to apologize. Even if her pride wouldn’t let her, she didn’t think made it worse. She improved it!
“I don’t snore” And he didn’t, but the little imp liked to seem him get flustered and her smile only kept getting wider as they headed back into the forest towards the town. Oh, what visions she had...
But she didn’t HATE what has happened so far, the whirlwind of action did sate her boredom as she had hoped and even danger was merely a part of that. Although there were enough low point that her original ecstatic willingness to be here had died and if this was all some plot by Karl as she had first thought then she’d ram her little girl fist through his balls the next time she saw him.
“Which way is it?” the scarlet devil asked as she stood in the door frame of the trailer, one last unsavory look across the dead statues would be the last thing she’d see of this place. She looked back to see Gin attempt to decipher the ex-madman’s scribbles with some degree of difficulty, she could tell that he was at least grate it wasn’t the giant sign nor did he have to read this AND carry a piece of metal over his traveling companion’s head.
“It’s over-” He couldn’t finish as he was interrupted by his own body as he rapidly sucked in a great deal of air through his teeth. Although he had tried to hide it, Remilia knew a yawn when she heard one. The tiredness was not something she had thought of, her own nocturnal nature and the long nap she had before the plane crashed had done her well where Gin was beginning to crash.
“You’re tired” That sounded more like an order than a observation, and the vampire places her hands on the ginger and pushed him closer to one of the beds in the trailer.
“No, no, it’s no big deal. You wanted to leave now” Gin lied, then once again ousted by himself as another yawn escaped him. At that point Remilia knocked him over on to the bed and threw the blanket over him.
“Even I can be wrong sometimes, and I’d rather not see you hurt yourself because you feel asleep in the middle of a fight”
“What if there was something else out there and it comes back?” He pointed and tried to untangle himself from the bundles of cloth over him, but only sunk lower into the warm embrace.
“I can take a shift. You’ll just have to piggyback me if I need to sleep when we’re walking”
“You’re not the boss of me” Gin gave one last bit of resistance, but soon sleep overtook him and he fell into dreams.
“It’s cute that you think that” Remilia gave a devilish smile and chuckled. She slipped the map from the sleeping redhead’s hand and look over it, a little better at reading bad crayon than most. And when she found the broken crayons litter along the other remains of the butcher’s item, she found what was going to distract her for the next few hours.
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“I can’t believe you did that” Gin scowled as he flipped back and forth between the two sides of their map. The time passed between his sleep was uneventful, other than a moment of nausea that Remilia had assumed was her body recovering from being in the middle of a lot of moving water in the night. When the light started to peek through the window enough that they could see she had to explain why her body had looked so bruised and red. Vampire weaknesses were not something Gin took too much stock in, but it was something he noted for later use if needed. The other thing he found out, and what he was still sore about, was what Remilia had done to the map. Not only did she decide to “add a little” by filling in some of the blanks with crayon plants and animals (which took out the room for some actual information), she decided to draw on the back with something he could not figure out. Was that a stick figure in a maid outfit, or a chicken?
“Did you expect me to do nothing when you were snoring loud enough to alert everyone on the island?” Of course she wasn’t going to apologize. Even if her pride wouldn’t let her, she didn’t think made it worse. She improved it!
“I don’t snore” And he didn’t, but the little imp liked to seem him get flustered and her smile only kept getting wider as they headed back into the forest towards the town. Oh, what visions she had...
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