disclaimer: i don't own cv...or rammstein
shopping XD oh this is going to be fun...
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Perhaps it would be stupid to wonder why Lena and Alucard got blank stares as they walked into the shop. But summaries never did anyone any bad, did they?
Lena. The semi-average human. 5'2'' 115 LB not bad-looking and not supermodel material either...a girl with a lot of cash to burn wearing extremely beat up jeans and a plain shirt that probably cost a ridiculously pretty penny.
And Alucard. God, what could we say about him? 6' something...who's keeping track? He probably stoops to look more "normal"...but really, he's not trying that hard. Waist-length blonde hair in soft waves and curls. The last time guys had hair like that-guys who weren't hippies-was...well...it wasn't yesterday. Or last year. Or the last decade even. Maybe in a Boticelli painting...
Alucard wearing an intimidating costume...especially with the sword. All that and...he looks about ready to kill someone.
The 13th century Wannabe towering over an impractical, spoiled lemming.
If that doesn't attract attention, what would?!
"...Uh...may I help you?" one of the employees timidly approached the pair, warily eyeing Alucard's sword. ~What an odd man. He must have come from a costume party...but the outfit is so well put together, it looks disturbingly real and fake at the same time~
"I think so. We need to see a tailor,"
"They are busy at the moment...Would...uh...are you in a hurry?"
"Oh, no. We can wait,"
"...Thank...you..." he stared at Alucard one more time and walked away as if he'd just seen an UFO and had forgotten to take a picture of it.
"We should not bother them...since they are attending to people who actually intend to wear the clothes they are being measured for,"
"If they don't want to be bothered, they shouldn't have taken this job. OOOOOOOH HATS!" she looked at him and then gave up the idea. "Hats would not suit you...not with the hair,"
"You will not cut my hair,"
"Well of course not. The stylist will cut your hair. If I cut it..." she paused as if to imagine the various outcomes of the insanity.
"No one will be cutting my hair today,"
"Today? Then tomorrow?"
"..."
"ok you're about to strangle me...or dice me with that sword...speaking of which, there was a prince in Romania who carried out fatal punishments like dicing for criminals. Were you alive or awake when that happened?"
"...That prince would be my father," he studied the carpet in annoyance of the rude humans who continued to cast nervous glances his way.
"You find carpets interesting?"
~Smart human...trying to switch topics as usual~ "I do not 'see' necessarily the same way you can," he narrowed his eyes as they took in the vibrant colors of the carpet. And not just the colors but the light of the room itself. The pigments were more alive then he; they leapt from the fibers and danced with the rays of gold from the light bulbs. But they weren't really gold...they were a variety of colors. Whites and reds and blues and violets. He could even faintly see the rainbow spectrum that all light separated into. If Lena could see the brightened views he saw, what would she say? Would she be ecstatic about the brightened hues? The indigos and infra shades waltzing in light that wasn't light but colors as well? Would she clap her hands and dance like Ella once did when he described to her what he could experience?
Because he couldn't feel anything from what he saw. He could only analyze...watch as the colors gathered at extravagant parties where they looked up at his tall figure and laughed...sneering at his misery.
"Must be very fascinating," the voice reached out and pulled him out of his own thoughts. "The tailor's waiting for you,"
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"Mr. Alucard, have you been fitted for a suit before?"
"...No,"
"Don't worry, sir, it will be relatively painless,"
~a happy human with a sense of humor...how lucky am I today~ he predicted that the human would try small talk soon.
"Please lift your arms so they are level with your shoulders," Alucard did as he was told. "Will this be for a special occasion?"
"...No,"
"Is the lady your sister?"
"...No,"
"But it was her idea,"
"...Yes,"
"And do you have any thoughts about what you want the suit to look like?"
"...No,"
"Very well, then,"
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Afterwards, the tailor showed them various styles of suits. Lena did all of the comparing while Alucard stood and continued to stare at the carpet.
"Tell me what you think of this. Him with black hair. Would red go with that? You know how some have the breast pocket for a handkerchief,"
"That would be fine," answered the tailor.
"I'm not asking if you can do that. I'm asking if that would look good,"
"It would,"
Alucard slightly lifted his eyes from the carpet. Arikado had a red handkerchief...
He didn't want to be in that room. Not in that store...not when Lena was slowly bringing Arikado back from he didn't know where. He slid away from the Lena and the tailor, moving with the qualities of shadow itself. Outside, mobs of humans bustled in and out of shops, returning and exchanging Christmas gifts they didn't especially appreciate. Christmas...
Ella loved Christmas.
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"Adrian, I am so excited!"
"...Why, may I ask?"
"...Why? You must be teasing. Today is Christmas Eve!"
"Christmas...I see,"
"Forgive me, for I must leave you. My mother specifically requested my help with cooking," she smiled regretfully and elatedly at the same time. "I am surpassing you in height,"
Her human aging rate was beginning to manifest. Soon, she would realize that Alucard did not appear any different than he did when they first met. What would she say then? He shook his head and stared at the ground. The plain brown of the soil separated into a blend of colors of muds and sands and stones, all stacked on top of one another like the Painted Desert. They leapt into his face; he was lost in the amazing colors...brown as they all were. Brown...
"...Adrian?"..."Adrian?" Ella held out something covered in a white cloth. "I have a present for you. Do not lay your eyes upon what it is until tomorrow morning,"
"...Thank you...I do not have anything for you..."
"...What do you see in the ground, Adrian?"
He stared at her face, which was suddenly sullen as if Christmas was a day of suffering. "I see colors,"
"Colors?"
"The colors...I doubt I can explain them...I can take in one color but really see something else...so many colors...all intense and vibrant...literally jumping from the objects they stain...dancing before my eyes, pulling me into their world. And yet...I feel like a bystander...staring in at their ecstasy from behind a pane of glass,"
"I do not mean to sound demanding, but I know now what you must give me for Christmas," she slid her hands into his hair and held his head so that he would look at her instead of the ground. "Paint me something," Her fingers were filled with human warmth...her skin was soft...her touch was gentle.
~I want to be human...God, make me human!~
"I am no artist,"
"You speak as if you are one. And I care not for what talent you may or may not have. Paint me something, Adrian,"
//
He walked down the street, receiving stares from humans until he couldn't stand it anymore. He entered the nearest shop: a music store. Loud music was blasting, and his acute hearing only magnified the noise...noise that the humans called "industrial metal". A man's rough voice surrounded Alucard, ranting.
WER ZU LEBZEIT GUT AUF ERDEN
WIRD NACH DEM TOD EIN ENGEL WERDEN?
DEN BLICK GEN HIMMEL FRAGST DU DANN
WARUM MAN SIE NICHT SEHEN KANN?
Being the son of a creature who was blessed with an extreme learning capacity and being someone who's been around for enough time to become fluent in more than a few languages, Alucard automatically began translating the German.
Who in his good lifetime on Earth
Becomes after death an angel?
You looking at heaven ask yourself
Why can't you see them?
A girl's innocent and haunting voice followed.
ERST VENN DIE VOLKEN SCHLAFENGEHN (Only when the clouds go to sleep)
KANN MAN UNS AM HIMMEL SEHN (Can you see us in heaven)
VIR HABEN ANGST UND SIND ALLEIN (We are afraid and alone)
The rough voice returned with new fury
GOTT WEISS ICH WILL KEIN ENGEL SEIN (God knows I don't want to be an angel)
Instrumentals...a combination of techno and metal. Then, the rough voice continued to blare...
SIE LEBEN HINTERM HORIZONT (They live behind the horizon)
GETRENNT VON UNS UNENDLICH WEIT (Separate from us {by an} endless width)
SIE MUSSEN SICH AN STERNE KRALLEN [GANZ FEST] (They must hold to the stars [completely fixed])
DAMIT SIE NICHT VOM HIMMEL FALLEN (So that they don't fall from heaven)
Who in his good life on earth becomes after death an angel? Who would want to become something wary of falling from heaven...Alucard wanted to become an angel. Clinging to the stars...anything was better than being who he was. How could the humans be so ungrateful? What had they to complain about? Their happiness was infinite times his happiness...but infinite times of none is more or less still none...
So who wins in this world? And who wins in the next...
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yay rammstein...^^
shopping XD oh this is going to be fun...
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Perhaps it would be stupid to wonder why Lena and Alucard got blank stares as they walked into the shop. But summaries never did anyone any bad, did they?
Lena. The semi-average human. 5'2'' 115 LB not bad-looking and not supermodel material either...a girl with a lot of cash to burn wearing extremely beat up jeans and a plain shirt that probably cost a ridiculously pretty penny.
And Alucard. God, what could we say about him? 6' something...who's keeping track? He probably stoops to look more "normal"...but really, he's not trying that hard. Waist-length blonde hair in soft waves and curls. The last time guys had hair like that-guys who weren't hippies-was...well...it wasn't yesterday. Or last year. Or the last decade even. Maybe in a Boticelli painting...
Alucard wearing an intimidating costume...especially with the sword. All that and...he looks about ready to kill someone.
The 13th century Wannabe towering over an impractical, spoiled lemming.
If that doesn't attract attention, what would?!
"...Uh...may I help you?" one of the employees timidly approached the pair, warily eyeing Alucard's sword. ~What an odd man. He must have come from a costume party...but the outfit is so well put together, it looks disturbingly real and fake at the same time~
"I think so. We need to see a tailor,"
"They are busy at the moment...Would...uh...are you in a hurry?"
"Oh, no. We can wait,"
"...Thank...you..." he stared at Alucard one more time and walked away as if he'd just seen an UFO and had forgotten to take a picture of it.
"We should not bother them...since they are attending to people who actually intend to wear the clothes they are being measured for,"
"If they don't want to be bothered, they shouldn't have taken this job. OOOOOOOH HATS!" she looked at him and then gave up the idea. "Hats would not suit you...not with the hair,"
"You will not cut my hair,"
"Well of course not. The stylist will cut your hair. If I cut it..." she paused as if to imagine the various outcomes of the insanity.
"No one will be cutting my hair today,"
"Today? Then tomorrow?"
"..."
"ok you're about to strangle me...or dice me with that sword...speaking of which, there was a prince in Romania who carried out fatal punishments like dicing for criminals. Were you alive or awake when that happened?"
"...That prince would be my father," he studied the carpet in annoyance of the rude humans who continued to cast nervous glances his way.
"You find carpets interesting?"
~Smart human...trying to switch topics as usual~ "I do not 'see' necessarily the same way you can," he narrowed his eyes as they took in the vibrant colors of the carpet. And not just the colors but the light of the room itself. The pigments were more alive then he; they leapt from the fibers and danced with the rays of gold from the light bulbs. But they weren't really gold...they were a variety of colors. Whites and reds and blues and violets. He could even faintly see the rainbow spectrum that all light separated into. If Lena could see the brightened views he saw, what would she say? Would she be ecstatic about the brightened hues? The indigos and infra shades waltzing in light that wasn't light but colors as well? Would she clap her hands and dance like Ella once did when he described to her what he could experience?
Because he couldn't feel anything from what he saw. He could only analyze...watch as the colors gathered at extravagant parties where they looked up at his tall figure and laughed...sneering at his misery.
"Must be very fascinating," the voice reached out and pulled him out of his own thoughts. "The tailor's waiting for you,"
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"Mr. Alucard, have you been fitted for a suit before?"
"...No,"
"Don't worry, sir, it will be relatively painless,"
~a happy human with a sense of humor...how lucky am I today~ he predicted that the human would try small talk soon.
"Please lift your arms so they are level with your shoulders," Alucard did as he was told. "Will this be for a special occasion?"
"...No,"
"Is the lady your sister?"
"...No,"
"But it was her idea,"
"...Yes,"
"And do you have any thoughts about what you want the suit to look like?"
"...No,"
"Very well, then,"
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Afterwards, the tailor showed them various styles of suits. Lena did all of the comparing while Alucard stood and continued to stare at the carpet.
"Tell me what you think of this. Him with black hair. Would red go with that? You know how some have the breast pocket for a handkerchief,"
"That would be fine," answered the tailor.
"I'm not asking if you can do that. I'm asking if that would look good,"
"It would,"
Alucard slightly lifted his eyes from the carpet. Arikado had a red handkerchief...
He didn't want to be in that room. Not in that store...not when Lena was slowly bringing Arikado back from he didn't know where. He slid away from the Lena and the tailor, moving with the qualities of shadow itself. Outside, mobs of humans bustled in and out of shops, returning and exchanging Christmas gifts they didn't especially appreciate. Christmas...
Ella loved Christmas.
//
"Adrian, I am so excited!"
"...Why, may I ask?"
"...Why? You must be teasing. Today is Christmas Eve!"
"Christmas...I see,"
"Forgive me, for I must leave you. My mother specifically requested my help with cooking," she smiled regretfully and elatedly at the same time. "I am surpassing you in height,"
Her human aging rate was beginning to manifest. Soon, she would realize that Alucard did not appear any different than he did when they first met. What would she say then? He shook his head and stared at the ground. The plain brown of the soil separated into a blend of colors of muds and sands and stones, all stacked on top of one another like the Painted Desert. They leapt into his face; he was lost in the amazing colors...brown as they all were. Brown...
"...Adrian?"..."Adrian?" Ella held out something covered in a white cloth. "I have a present for you. Do not lay your eyes upon what it is until tomorrow morning,"
"...Thank you...I do not have anything for you..."
"...What do you see in the ground, Adrian?"
He stared at her face, which was suddenly sullen as if Christmas was a day of suffering. "I see colors,"
"Colors?"
"The colors...I doubt I can explain them...I can take in one color but really see something else...so many colors...all intense and vibrant...literally jumping from the objects they stain...dancing before my eyes, pulling me into their world. And yet...I feel like a bystander...staring in at their ecstasy from behind a pane of glass,"
"I do not mean to sound demanding, but I know now what you must give me for Christmas," she slid her hands into his hair and held his head so that he would look at her instead of the ground. "Paint me something," Her fingers were filled with human warmth...her skin was soft...her touch was gentle.
~I want to be human...God, make me human!~
"I am no artist,"
"You speak as if you are one. And I care not for what talent you may or may not have. Paint me something, Adrian,"
//
He walked down the street, receiving stares from humans until he couldn't stand it anymore. He entered the nearest shop: a music store. Loud music was blasting, and his acute hearing only magnified the noise...noise that the humans called "industrial metal". A man's rough voice surrounded Alucard, ranting.
WER ZU LEBZEIT GUT AUF ERDEN
WIRD NACH DEM TOD EIN ENGEL WERDEN?
DEN BLICK GEN HIMMEL FRAGST DU DANN
WARUM MAN SIE NICHT SEHEN KANN?
Being the son of a creature who was blessed with an extreme learning capacity and being someone who's been around for enough time to become fluent in more than a few languages, Alucard automatically began translating the German.
Who in his good lifetime on Earth
Becomes after death an angel?
You looking at heaven ask yourself
Why can't you see them?
A girl's innocent and haunting voice followed.
ERST VENN DIE VOLKEN SCHLAFENGEHN (Only when the clouds go to sleep)
KANN MAN UNS AM HIMMEL SEHN (Can you see us in heaven)
VIR HABEN ANGST UND SIND ALLEIN (We are afraid and alone)
The rough voice returned with new fury
GOTT WEISS ICH WILL KEIN ENGEL SEIN (God knows I don't want to be an angel)
Instrumentals...a combination of techno and metal. Then, the rough voice continued to blare...
SIE LEBEN HINTERM HORIZONT (They live behind the horizon)
GETRENNT VON UNS UNENDLICH WEIT (Separate from us {by an} endless width)
SIE MUSSEN SICH AN STERNE KRALLEN [GANZ FEST] (They must hold to the stars [completely fixed])
DAMIT SIE NICHT VOM HIMMEL FALLEN (So that they don't fall from heaven)
Who in his good life on earth becomes after death an angel? Who would want to become something wary of falling from heaven...Alucard wanted to become an angel. Clinging to the stars...anything was better than being who he was. How could the humans be so ungrateful? What had they to complain about? Their happiness was infinite times his happiness...but infinite times of none is more or less still none...
So who wins in this world? And who wins in the next...
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yay rammstein...^^