Orion Meets Mr. Vandemar and Mr. Croup.
Apr. 19th, 2009 06:22 pmIn the bar rather late at night, Orion sat at one of the booths, he's boy's head in his lap. Alex had fallen asleep a little while ago; still recuperating from his adventures rescuing the bird girl. He didn't mind. The bar was quiet, he had his drink and could work on his plans without any real interruption from people in the palace. Besides he liked it when Alex slept on his lap (and at his feet and next to him and...) Though bent over his work and seeming to be completely absorbed in it, he immediately looked up as two people approached him. They were two opposites in looks, one being tall and gangling with an almost stupid expression on his face and the other fat and brutish with a cunning look.
"Good evening," the shorter one said, "We've noticed you in the bar before and thought to offer our greetings."
Orion gave a short nod to them. He too had seen them in the bar and just filed them away under unimportant.
"I'm Mr. Croup and this is my friend Mr. Vandemar."
"I'm Orion," he sad back to be polite, "And this is my boy, Alex." He gave a gesture to the sleeping Alex as he said with an absolutely irrefutably possessive tone. The sort of of voice that promised unrelenting violence if something happened to him.
"He looks rather tasty," Mr. Vandemar said. Orion eyes grew flat and lifeless.
"Now Mr. Vandemar," Mr. Croup began, but Orion interrupted him.
"Oh, but he is very tasty. His blood especially, after a good beating." He smiled. "Flowing down his back in streams and rivulets, just beautiful and tasty, especially after adding salt to the wounds."
This actually seem to have made them pause. For the briefest of moments. "I'd rather eat the whole thing," Mr. Vandemar said.
"Oh, but if you eat it, then you can't play with it next time."
"There's always someone else."
"Certainly, but I'm rather fond of Alex," he said, stroking the boy's hair. "And he's very talented with things. I have him well trained."
"I see, well wasting good training isn't something you'd want to do if you don't have much time, being mortal and all," Mr. Croup said. "We don't have that problem fortunately."
"I would say that you might be the fair folk, but they're not as... crude as you. So what are you?"
"Old, very old," Mr. Croup said.
"Round forever," Mr. Vandemar said. "The talk of blood has made me hungry, Mr. Croup."
"I'm sure you could get something from the bar," Orion suggested, though sounding a bit bored. "Even if it's not alive."
"Not as much fun if it's not alive."
"It never is." He continued to stroke Alex's hair for a moment. "Though, you'll have to excuse me."
"Our conversation not to your liking?"
"Oh, no, it's rather boring I'm afraid and I do have a lot of work to do." He gave them a flat and dismissive look and then turned back to his papers, ignoring them completely.
"Well that's not very nice, is it Mr. Vandemar," Mr. Croup said. But Orion continued to ignore them until they went away.
"Good evening," the shorter one said, "We've noticed you in the bar before and thought to offer our greetings."
Orion gave a short nod to them. He too had seen them in the bar and just filed them away under unimportant.
"I'm Mr. Croup and this is my friend Mr. Vandemar."
"I'm Orion," he sad back to be polite, "And this is my boy, Alex." He gave a gesture to the sleeping Alex as he said with an absolutely irrefutably possessive tone. The sort of of voice that promised unrelenting violence if something happened to him.
"He looks rather tasty," Mr. Vandemar said. Orion eyes grew flat and lifeless.
"Now Mr. Vandemar," Mr. Croup began, but Orion interrupted him.
"Oh, but he is very tasty. His blood especially, after a good beating." He smiled. "Flowing down his back in streams and rivulets, just beautiful and tasty, especially after adding salt to the wounds."
This actually seem to have made them pause. For the briefest of moments. "I'd rather eat the whole thing," Mr. Vandemar said.
"Oh, but if you eat it, then you can't play with it next time."
"There's always someone else."
"Certainly, but I'm rather fond of Alex," he said, stroking the boy's hair. "And he's very talented with things. I have him well trained."
"I see, well wasting good training isn't something you'd want to do if you don't have much time, being mortal and all," Mr. Croup said. "We don't have that problem fortunately."
"I would say that you might be the fair folk, but they're not as... crude as you. So what are you?"
"Old, very old," Mr. Croup said.
"Round forever," Mr. Vandemar said. "The talk of blood has made me hungry, Mr. Croup."
"I'm sure you could get something from the bar," Orion suggested, though sounding a bit bored. "Even if it's not alive."
"Not as much fun if it's not alive."
"It never is." He continued to stroke Alex's hair for a moment. "Though, you'll have to excuse me."
"Our conversation not to your liking?"
"Oh, no, it's rather boring I'm afraid and I do have a lot of work to do." He gave them a flat and dismissive look and then turned back to his papers, ignoring them completely.
"Well that's not very nice, is it Mr. Vandemar," Mr. Croup said. But Orion continued to ignore them until they went away.