Noblesse Nibbles 9-12
(9)
He ducked and it missed. He turned to stare at where the projectile had landed. Only to have another snowball hit him on the shoulder. A weapon that could cause no harm unless imbued with energy. He could practice dodging gracefully and suffer no dishonour if the projectile hit. It would let him see what graceful movements were effective for dodging, he could train!
The children called and Raizel turn to face them. Later he would ask Frankenstein about other 'snow games.'
(10)
She stared at the words on the paper. They were something of a puzzle. She recognized the word poem as the subject they would be studying soon in class. The rest of the content was baffling. Why would anyone write about a roses' lips when roses do not have lips. Was it an idiom like they had studied? She would need to check with the children. That couldn't explain the sign off. Why call yourself the person who admires in secrete if you were going to reveal that admiration directly. They didn't even state their name. Seira went to ask her human friends for help.
(11)
He would rather die. The larger blood stone had been taken; this small one had been left behind, unnoticed. He would really prefer to die then absorb the cursed stone. Made as it was by unwilling lives, he was duty bound to catch the thief and he hadn't the vitality to do so.
Expression grim Raizel brought the stone to his face and breathed in the life/soul/power it offered.
If he could not succeed even after this he would deserve to die.
(12)
"That is not easy to do." The trio could only agree with Regis' comment. The two characters had managed to have an entire conversation without alerting the other to the fact they were on different topics. It had caused some dreadful misunderstandings that could only be revealed in the in the next episode. If either of the characters had used names it could have been avoided.
"Should we watch the next episode?"
"Yeah," they had rented the entire series after all.
More nibbles again...