All Is Vanity [O]

[lexi]

When you thought about it, everything was vanity. Life
was an obscured protrait of pain and suffering in the
name of greed, and people lived it day after day. Ciel
had been thinking on this subject for a while now, and
he wondered something. Why did people exist ? Why
were they given wills, and especially what happened
to them after death. Some believed in a spirit world, and
some believed that you just.. disappeared. That would
have been nice, to simply cease. His life had not been the
greatest life one could live, but it was life. He had been
a mercenary of sorts for a few years now, theft and killing
a part of his everyday routine, a part of him.

He had grown accustomed to death.

Death was a normal function of life, and yet it was so
much more than that. Within that one word, there was
sorrow, a sense of loss, and depending on the individual,
perhaps peace and freedom. Beauty was said to be in
the eye of the beholder, and he could help but think of
death as beauty. Life seemed to be overrated, since
everyone could live on day after day, only those who
were brave or foolish enough could die. To die meant
something, unlike people who never truly 'lived.'
Hiding away, too afraid that the next moment would
be their last.

Didn't they realize that death was inevitable ?

Ciel would rather choose his death instead of fearing
it the entire time he lived. Maybe he was just being
melancholy, but one could never know until it was
experienced. That's why he was here, simply meditating
at the moment. Sitting on the floor, indian style, with
his sword in front of him. That was another beauty in his
world. It was named Astucieux, which was the french
word for 'malice.' It was as tall and wide as he was, and made out
of steel. It had an intricate light blue pattern that ran along
the black blade, and it's handle was also black. It fit on
his back perfectly, and was in fact his favorite weapon.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder indeed...

[Anzeh]

Gunner rubbed her hands together for a few moments. It was just before Lunch, and She couldn't feel her hands. Perhaps she shouldn't have been doing all of that work out in the forest. It was an uncertain time of year, when days could be cold as winter and hot as summer. It was March. And it was also what was to be expected. Having no where to be she was walking around the specialty wing when she noticed a door was ajar.

Unable to stave off curiosity, she peeked into the room and saw someone, a boy, in there. Was he alone? Probably, she didn't see anyone else in the room with him.

Unlike Ciel, Gunner didn't know that much about the process of death. Well, that wasn't the best way to put it. She knew that with the right movements and techniques, most anything that breathed could be put to death, but it was something different. Violence, the adrenaline rush, that was something the unicorn would do anything to experience. It was fun.

Unlike a unicorn, Gunner enjoyed the thought of death. It vitalized her. It gave her energy.

After some time of just standing and watching the other one think, Gunner finally decided to say something. "Hey." She spoke up, sliding her hands into her pockets. Oh! That's where she recognized this person from. It had been a casual walk down the hall--they hadn't interacted or anything. He was just walking and someone--a teacher she guessed--called his name. That was it. That was all. And, for some reason, her mind preserved the information. "You're Ciel, right?"

[lexi]

He reacted before he had thought about who had
walked in on his relaxation time, and was immediately
on his feet, sword in hand as he swung. His pulse
pounded in his ears as reality sunk in, and he realized
exactly where he was. He stopped in swing, his giant
blade stirring the air around her face as it stopped at
the tip of her nose. He lingered for a few moments
before pulling back, sword returning to it's resting
place on his back. Didn't she know it wasn't a good idea
to sneak up on people ?

He had been ignoring the presence that had been ebbing
at the solace he found through his meditation until she had
spoken. Even though she was probably farther away than
he thought, the feeling of someone being there unnerved
him. Making sure he knew where she was at all times, he
opened one eye and turned to look at her, a disinterested
look on his angelic features as he spoke.

"How do you know my name ?"

He had acknowledged her, and that was more
than he did for most people, but he couldn't
ignore the fact that she knew his name. Not
many learned his name and lived, but he figured
Crane would lecture him about self-control
if he killed her. What did that man know anyway ?
He scoffed internally, pushing aside the thoughts
of the hypocritic headmaster and decided that
his meditation was over for the day.

Big surprise there...

[Anzeh]

She could literally see the way he reacted in slow motion, but Gunner didn't flinch or move. Her pulse didn't begin to race in terror. In fact, she continued to watch him with the same curiosity she had before. It was as though there wasn't a sword at the very tip of her nose. She once again, without flinching, watched him put the blade back onto his back where he had apparently gotten it from.

"You shouldn't swing that thing around. You might just kill someone."

Ciel looked disinterested, not that she cared at all. He could be as ****ed off as he wanted to be and she would give a crap. Gunner moved into the doorway and leaned against the empty frame,watching just to the left of him as a pair of birds flitted and flew around outside the window. Back to him when she heard him say something.

"Oh. I overhear a lot of things." and she left it at that.

After hearing his name she decided to ask around about him and learned quite a bit that interested her. You could say she'd been waiting forever to test those speculations, but now was not the right time, even with time to kill. Wrong place and wrong time.

Actually, Gunner hadn't been at the school that long. Perhaps it would be in her best interest to get strong allies. Allies? Hah! She almost laughed aloud. Like that would ever happen.

"You're a chimera, right?" She asked nonchalantly, as though she was simply asking about the weather.

[lexi]

He merely ran a hand through his flaxen gold spikes, an action
that occured more out of reflex than an actual need to fix his
hair. A glint that could only be described as predatory flashed
through his icy blue eyes as a dark look overcame him. He could
taste the bitter pang that was irony in his throat as she spoke,
and he wondered exactly what she had heard about him. Obviously,
not enough...

"It wouldn't be the first time I had ended an existence."

His tone although frigid, had an alluring silk in his voice that drew people in.
How many souls had listened to that voice,it being their parting gift from this world
to the next. His gaze drifted to the window as he distinctly remembered a little
girl who had called him an angel. Despite the fact that he ended her life that night,
her memory had stayed with him, but even he didn't know why. He figured he
never would.

He ignored her next statement, not really caring at this point how she knew
his name. Paranoia had spoken for him then, but he knew he didn't have
to be too concerned at this point. If she had come to fight she probably would
have done it by now anyway. Ciel merely made a gesture with his hand that was
his equivalent to a nod.

"And what exactly are you ?"

[Anzeh]

Gunner was a girl. To the general sexist male population, that meant that right now she should have been flouncing around in a short skirt and giggling at everything he said, and doing mental monologues about how beautiful his hair was and how angelic his features, how his sinister nature attracted her and made her fidget in excitement.

But Gunner wasn't a normal girl. For one thing, as far as anyone in the world know, she wasn't even a girl. She was a boy as for as everyone else knew. Why she had chosen to hide her gender involves going into her past, something that's been under lock and key for as long as she could remember. She had no memories older than four years.

"That's nice." was all she said in reply to his ending existences comment. Honestly, him ending other people's lives wasn't something she hadn't heard of. Its just that it was one of those things that didn't interest her. At this point, who at this school hadn't

[/b] killed someone? The numbers seemed to be dwindling everyday, and she just... couldn't place why. Perhaps there was a killing club somewhere. If so, then she totally wanted to join.

Masters of glamour were glamour resistant, almost. His silky voice that drew those in, attracted prey inexorably to their deaths, instead made her blood run cold. Any other would be baited into going closer. At least from here she was safe. Safe-ish anyway.

Aeon Gunner made a face when he asked what species she was. "Unicorn. Go ahead, laugh. Everyone does." Then again, everyone who can laugh can also die. Isn't that the bees knees? Revenge is always so easy. They never expect it from a little pony that resembles a baby. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

[lexi]

If he had been a more good-natured person, he might have laughed.
Instead, he raised a golden eyebrow, the action allowing his bangs to
fall into his face again. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't laughed
in a very long time. He couldn't even remember the last time he had
laughed. Now that was tragic, wasn't it ? Maybe for some people.

"I don't see the point in laughing at someone's species."

Even though the sound of her footfalls gave away her gender, at
a simple glance one wouldn't have known exactly if she was a girl
or boy. Her face shape was feminine, but he had been told that
about himself, and he certainly wasn't a girl. Anyone with a
brain could see that. He hated when people called the wrap around
his waist a skirt. Although any who did so would suffer a slow
and painful death, it was one of his triggers, and it was the one
thing that would never cease to incur his wrath. Ciel's wrath was not
something you wanted to deal with. Ever. He swore the world was
getting stupider.

Morons.

[Anzeh]

[Sorry if there are any mistakes. I'm typing this reply from my kindle.]

Oh? He didn't like laughing at someones race? How kind and chivalrous and noble and...

I am pretty sure you have already caught on to the sarcasm I am using here. Although Gunner was glad he was more mature than the other jerks at this school, she was not about to come to some grand conclusion at this stage. Gunner fully intended to keep her life. After all, there was still so much she had yet to accomplish with her life. Like killing everyone who dared think being born a unicorn was some kind of joke.

"Well," she said, twisting a loose piece of hair between her thin fingers, the only girlish action she was known to do. It was not something she did knowngly. "They do not think that there is anything dangerous about a powerful equine with a three foot javelin growing out of its head that could probably outrun them and skewer them like a shish kabab." Having said this, Gunner began to laugh. I mean, who wouldn't? She just made unicorns sound mildly threatening.

[lexi]

Ciel felt the muscles in his hand tense reflexively as if it were grasping his
sword. Laughter seemed to make him uneasy, and it was obvious as to
why. At least..., to him it was. He rarely, if ever, heard people laugh in his
life, and it made him feel like he hadn't really done his job. He was mostly
sent to assasinate people to inject fear into the real targets. Usually they
owed money or drugs to his employer, but he really didn't care why.

It kept him going from day to day.

With his current profession, Ciel could see his beauty (death), and his
employer would get his money. If not, he was sent back to finish
it. It brought something close to satisfaction to come 'home' covered
in blood not his own, never his own, and have his employer be pleased.
He was the closest thing Ciel had ever had to a father-figure, except for
Maxim, but he was usually more like a mother.. Back to the point, it
wasn't real but it would do.

"You think so..?"

Blonde bangs fell in his eyes as a predatory expression came over him,
glinting icily in his eyes as a dark grin replaced his former scowl.

He would love to test her theory.