A Moment Of Silence [Norbex]

[Raine Rivera]

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[Eluard Verlaine]

Eluard was on a wooden bench, his eyes barely open in the bright sunlight. There was something about daylight that resonated with his character in a way that impacted it directly, making him remember all of the dreams of his youth as well as the things he stood for, or had tried to defend, since now his moral compass seemed to have taken too much water and became rusty. Whenever he noticed he felt like he was disappointing someone. The smiling face of his lost wife came to mind like she had in a dream he had experienced the previous night. In it, she was forgiving him for a reason inside the dream that even he couldn’t remember and the illusory moment had been so impactful he had woken up with tears in his eyes.

It wasn’t something that happened often. The information dealer could count on both hands the number of times he had ever cried and now that he was awake and simply remembering it, he couldn’t truly connect to the reason behind that emotional overload. And he wouldn’t dwell on it. A strangely serene paced woman walked past him then, apparently swaying to a song of nature only she could hear. The flowers, grass, vines and leaves seemed to vibrate with life and they arrested the gaze of sunlight, shining brightly with all they had in that instant that the woman passed. Eluard felt like he was experiencing a sleep-deprived minor hallucination and all of it was more of a sensation than anything else.

Even though he decided that he had been, indeed, simply experienced a moment of subtle inspiration that made him see things that weren’t exactly there, he couldn’t stop looking after the woman that had passed by his bench. Without thinking, he got up and followed suit at a lazy pace, stopping some distance away from the brunette who lowered onto a patch of flowers and ran her fingers through them. She seemed so queerly enamored with them even Eluard’s florist could agree. At least partially. When she got up (her back was to him) and took a vast look of the park but didn’t exactly notice the stranger staring at her, Eluard took his gaze from her frame. He didn’t want to alert her to his observing gaze, not yet.

She moved away from the flowers and was caressing her way through grass and across trees now. Eluard was walking towards her now, quietly curious about her character. She spun around when he was a few feet away from her and he stopped calmly in his tracks. He realized he was staring too nonchalantly when she assumed he needed something from her. “Perhaps,” he told her without hesitation, his eyes shifting away from her and landing on a random patch of flowers. One of his hands swept towards them. “These flowers. Do you happen to know what they’re called?” There was a pause and then he looked to her again. “It just seems like there isn’t a better person in the world to pose a question like that to. Wouldn’t you agree?”

[Raine Rivera]

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[Eluard Verlaine]

Eluard couldn’t sense her discomfort through the polite smile she displayed. The tiny sigh she greeted his curiosity with, however, did suggest she didn’t enjoy the interruption but would entertain it regardless. He was surprised to hear that she knew less about the flowers than he did, for he couldn’t fathom why she would feign ignorance on such a topic. The Trumpet and Aurelian lilies nested between gatherings of purple Garden Verbenas stared at him almost accusingly. The only reason he knew what they were was because once upon a time he had taken to communicating to his future wife through flower code, sending her signals of his deepening affection though the type of flowers he offered her. If he were a different person he probably wouldn’t have remembered anything about them so many years later.

The only people who knew a lot about flower names were the passionate, collectors or people whose jobs depended on it, as such, her lack of know-about could hardly emphasize any lack of education. His next question received a more unusual reply however. Eluard had asked it like he did because she had appeared quite in love with the nature around her but her manner of reply and the strange subtle hallucination he had experienced earlier unnerved him now and gave him the feeling there could be a deeper meaning to it all. Or perhaps he was being quite paranoid again. It happened often.

Her observation prompted a reserved smile and a brief close of his eyes. Eluard turned from her, placed his hands behind his back and stared far at the winding paths that crossed the park. “What type of person do I seem like then?” There was a hint of amusement in his tone as well as more than a little curiosity for her impression. He sat there, quiet, proper, looking far too thoughtfully into the distance. “There’s a storm coming,” he added some time after, in a tone that wasn’t quite as lighthearted. True enough, dark clouds were gathering in the distance and would be upon them more quickly than one would expect.

Somehow today Eluard felt he wouldn’t mind getting drenched as he walked through rain and thunder.

[Raine Rivera]

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[Eluard Verlaine]

The woman chose to prove she did know more about the flowers in the park’s garden than had been initially apparent. “I never said you were clueless,” he expressed after following her gaze to the various flowers she pointed out. One thing was for sure, he didn’t care about flowers at all. Having plants or animals in the house would be more of a nuisance than anything else, so Eluard wouldn’t be joining Save the Planet or PETA anytime soon. Quite out of the blue, he was being asked if anything was wrong and he looked to her, eyebrows arched slightly. “No, why do you ask?” as far as he could tell he wasn’t expressive enough for her to sense his inner mood shifts and the fact that she appeared to do so only unnerved him further on the inside.

She decided to share her impressions about his character and the first assessment made the distant look in his eyes deepen. What a randomly correct impression. Was she actually guessing or could she read it in him so plainly? Eluard’s gaze lowered a little. The next question, however, made his gaze jerk back in her direction, eyes slightly wider than usual. That wasn’t a guess anymore, there was no way she could tell that just from looking at him. He continued to stare with growing agitation as more very insightful, very private parts of his being were being explored as if she’d just read his autobiography and was offering comments on what she had found there.

By the time she made it to commenting about the incoming change in weather conditions, Eluard was anything but smiling. His eyes were on her fully. “You’re a mutant,” he stated, so convinced it made him pale a little. Maybe she could read his thoughts or sense every ripple of emotion that happened within him, or something even more complex than that. Whatever the case, her insights unnerved him and if it was some form of natural ability it would be even more unsettling.

Eluard finally looked away and added more quietly towards the storm-clouds. “Not that it would be a bad thing.” Another risk statement, apparently he was in the habit of distributing them en masse lately. Then, quite suddenly, he calmed down and gave a thought to her assessments, pointedly staying away from her question. “So. Since you seems to know quite so much about me without even asking, does it bother you?” It was a vague question, so he clarified a little. “Would a troublesome person like me be a bother to you?” Because that was the best term to describe him.

Nothing appeared to truly please him, he was obsessed with his pursuits, he walked a fine line between moral duty and ambitious corruption and he would prove to be a real pest when trying to get to know truly because he liked to keep people out. In short: difficult, troublesome, tiresome as well, quite probably.

[Raine Rivera]

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[Eluard Verlaine]

The brunette had a very gentle and shy nature about her and she also appeared to care a great deal about how others viewed her. That always meant the avoidance of conflict and a general people pleaser attitude, which made her appear sweet and harmless, until something was serious enough that she wasn’t. Eluard considered her from thoughtful eyes, for the moment trying to discern if it could be an elaborate act shrouding unknown intentions, but her slight brushes with embarrassment seemed a little too masterfully played if they weren’t genuine.

She was quick to apologize when noting his subtle discomfort and he gave her an easy smile. “Don’t worry about it. I reserve the right to not answer your questions, after all.” Curiosity didn’t hurt, not in his case, but it could get disappointed. However, there was something else that did prologue his discomfort – the nature of her mutation, which wasn’t entirely obvious to him yet. Her reaction told him that he’d hit a bulls-eye and that in itself allowed some manner of calm to return to him. What if she had been a DNCS employee, just giving him the wrong impression? – It was in Eluard’s nature to consider all possible negative scenarios of any situation. Luckily, that wasn’t the case, and he was rapidly growing more interesting in being truthful with her.

Lowering to the path of flowers, she selected one and admitted to what her reaction had already exposed. The flower was extended to him and he took it with slight hesitation, half-expecting it to have been turned into a bomb or something for having revealed her so nonchalantly, but nothing happened and he turned the stem in his fingers, eyes never leaving from her. “I know,” he told her when she informed that the majority of the populace would disagree with his words. When she decided with a certain confidence that whatever she was in him didn’t bother her, Eluard couldn’t help raising a hand to splay it over his eyes. His days lately seemed to be one strange occurrence after another and now some woman he had approached randomly in the park was sure, due to her power probably, that she could trust him with her secret and that she believed In whatever good side she saw in him.

Eluard released a huff of amusement at her words. It sounded like a promise to be just as troublesome a character. He looked to her through the gaps in the fingers he had on his face and slowly lowered the hand as well. “You have me at a disadvantage,” he told her, seeming both amused and perplexed by the whole situation. “Because I don’t know anything about you, other than the fact you seem quite intuitive about everything that has to do with me.” His eyes narrowed just a little, but it was more out of being intimidated than trying to have that effect on her.

He took a look around, to make sure no one was near enough to them to overhear. “I search for mutants like you, you know.” Eluard sighed, allowing himself to relax more properly. “I usually offer them a place to hide, away from the public record, and a number where they can contact me at…” His gaze went back to the approaching dark clouds and he felt very detached from his usual detached attitude towards discussing this matter. Maybe fatigue from all of his latest encounters was finally catching up to him. After a pause, he looked to her again. “I don’t believe I’ve caught your name.” He gave her a tiny half-smile. “I’m Eluard.”

[Raine Rivera]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 200px; padding: 15px; border-top: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; border-bottom: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; background: #f2f2f2;][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm242/DaeSiggil/Me_Dae_/Site/Avatars/Aerith/11-1.jpg); border: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; margin-top: -25px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm242/DaeSiggil/Me_Dae_/Site/Avatars/Aerith/11-1.jpg); border: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: -25px;][/style][STYLE= color: #96abc8; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 10px; float: left; width: 235px; text-transform: uppercase;]❝ breathe out so i can breathe you in — ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #fcfcfc; width: 225px; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #9caab6; padding: 10px; border-top: #c9d2d8 10px solid;]Even if she had been acting, her real reactions would soon overpower the ones she wanted to play. She never had been good in fooling anyone, although she wouldn't lie and deny that she hadn't fooled her mother once or twice when she had went out to go on a date, even though her mother had disliked it and had warned her about such foolishness, although Raine couldn't deny that the woman never had been too strict and most of the time allowed her to do what she wanted. When Raine looked back, she could understand the older woman's fear better. The streets weren't always the safest place around, but luckily she had avoided most of it and never had been personally bothered. She determinedly shoved the thought of that one man away, barely kept from shivering ever so faintly. Some of her worries seemed to ease and she nodded her head faintly, smile curving her mouth upward again "True." She spoke lightly, letting it reassure her for the moment. She maybe knew that while she had touched something, that she was at least forgiven at the moment. She wondered how he had spotted so quickly that she was.... different from normal humans, but then her eyes turned to the flowers and she nearly snorted. Well, it wasn't exactly something subtle at times. She nonetheless soon pushed all of those thoughts away "That won't stop my curiosity, though." Another faint smile and then a shrug, before she backed off from that subject and let him keep his privacy about it. She had most likely been digging in it enough for today and for as long they would know each other. A faint smile, saddened by the burden that most mutants carried and looked away. She saw the caution which he took the flower with and that made the smile disappear completely. He soon agreed to her, most likely finding that the flower hadn't been tampered with. He only would notice it a few days later if he didn't throw it away, while most started to wither the minute they had been separated from the ground, this one would survive longer because of her lingering presence on it. It was something that she couldn't control, hadn't even attempted to do so. His next reaction made her head lift again in a curious way, seeing that he placed a hand in front of his eyes and made her nearly lean forward, the question if he was alright resting on the tip of her tongue. He pulled himself together though and she leaned back, especially when he looked at her again. He had such curious eyes, she decided upon. They looked like a sky that was freshly touched by the rising sun, after the orange and red had faded and left the blue to its reign. A faint smile, maybe a touch bewildered "I'm sorry." She murmured, even managing to sound sincere, not that she wasn't "It isn't only you." She slapped a hand in front of her mouth then, eyes widening slightly and then a faint embarrassed smile again when she lowered the limb back to her side and then a faint laugh "I just... am a good judge of character..?" She offered faintly, hopefully also making it clear that reading thoughts or emotions wasn't her forte. Although maybe the greenery around her had to do something with it. Plants were often underestimated after all. Raine lifted her head again, betraying curiosity once more as she politely listened to what he said. A smile again and she brushed her hair back yet again "Well.." She spoke lightly "I don't have too much trouble in that aspect.." A faint chuckle and she shrugged her shoulders again "Although I won't deny the number, although I do hope that a date is not the next thing on your list." She teased him. He spoke that he still didn't know her name and then he spoke his. Eluard. What a... strange name, but not bad "Raine." She replied, placing her arms behind her back again "It's a pleasure to meet you." [/style]

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[Eluard Verlaine]

As it stood, her guesswork about his character and apparently ability to sense the subtlety of his emotional shifts were the reason he thought her a mutant. He didn’t connect the flower she gave him to any form of mutation, he couldn’t, the lead he was offered was much too vague. A light, tentative smile was his reply to her professed curiosity. “I can understand that, at least.” Being someone who pried was in his nature, in the very foundation of how he interacted with people. Eluard always wanted to know too much, to see deeper than anyone else, to understand how others ticked. It was a problem at times. Especially when the doors to insight were slammed in his face. Luckily, it didn’t occur often. The information dealer had powers of persuasion and patience on his side.

She stared at him and he stared back after lowering the hand from obscuring his gaze. She was a good judge of character? That was a bit of an understatement, considering she’d guessed something that even he didn’t quite understand in himself. “It’s not linked to your mutation?” There was a hint of surprise in his voice. Also, expectation. If it really was just her natural intuition, he had to praise her for it, but at the same time could relax that she wasn’t reading his thoughts or feelings. Maybe he was just becoming more transparent these days?

She didn’t seem overly concerned by the threat mutants faced, or perhaps she was just unaware or had connections he didn’t know of. “There’s never enough caution.” At least, not in his book. Being connected to other mutants couldn’t harm, could it?

Her choice of tease threw him, mostly because he didn’t know how to react. Instead of awkward embarrassment, however, he linked his hands behind his back and responded in a leveled tone. “I assure you my intentions are purely professional. I do not extend this offer of contact and affiliation lightly. We live in dangerous times and you never know when you’ll meet someone who would do you harm. It serves to have as many allies as possible.” Eluard didn’t dabble in teasing random people, unless they somehow inspired it in him and this situation did not. The sun was obscured in the sky and the first rain drops were starting to fall.

“I expect it’s good to meet you as well, Raine.” A blitz of lightning veined through the gathering gloom. “I believe we should seek shelter. I’m not as concerned with the rain as I am with the lightning.” Eluard had an irrational fear of the improbable. Even if the chance of getting struck by lightning wasn’t great, the less something seemed likely to happen, the more often it did, around him. “Would you care to join me for some tea? Perhaps we can find a secluded corner and we can discuss our situation more.” And by “situation” he meant the fact that she was a mutant and he was someone who wanted to befriend them.

[Raine Rivera]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 200px; padding: 15px; border-top: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; border-bottom: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; background: #f2f2f2;][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm242/DaeSiggil/Me_Dae_/Site/Avatars/Aerith/11-1.jpg); border: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; margin-top: -25px;][/style][STYLE= float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; background: url(http://i298.photobucket.com/albums/mm242/DaeSiggil/Me_Dae_/Site/Avatars/Aerith/11-1.jpg); border: #c9d2d8 solid 10px; margin-left: 05px; margin-top: -25px;][/style][STYLE= color: #96abc8; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; margin-top: 10px; float: left; width: 235px; text-transform: uppercase;]❝ breathe out so i can breathe you in — ❞[/style][STYLE= float: left; background: #fcfcfc; width: 225px; font-family: franklin gothic medium, arial narrow; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; color: #9caab6; padding: 10px; border-top: #c9d2d8 10px solid;]That was a key difference then, she usually hated prying in someone's life. She preferred that they told her on their own free will, but sometimes their pain seemed so clear to her that she couldn't help but commenting on it. He was such a character, and maybe she had better kept her silence about that. He clearly was uncomfortable about it, even more than others. She shook it away, she couldn't change it anymore, what happened had happened and there was no use in yearning for the ability to turn time back and change what she had done. Nonetheless she also knew that sometimes it would come in handy. Then those thoughts where brushed away as well. A faint smile appeared on her features and then she looked away, not knowing what she had to say in reply. She could keep saying that she was sorry, but that only would tire the both of them to boredom and once was in her eyes enough. Her green eyes then observed the ground, before flickering upward again, to look in his face. She heard the surprise in his voice and blushed anew, hating that she couldn't give a clear answer and she shook her head lightly "I don't think it's related." She instead said in reply and her arms wrapped around her shape, searching comfort and defense on an unconscious level. She never had spoken so openly about her 'otherness' that she had realized she had early on, and learned early on that she had to keep silent about unless she wanted to get kidnapped and suffer like her mother had done. Raine lifted her head to the side, blinking in his direction "Hmm..." She hummed faintly, then intertwined her fingers behind her back again and smiled faintly "Well, my lack of... caution... has worked so far." She didn't deny that help could be useful though and her next words said so, in a sense "But if you really think it important..." He didn't react to her tease as she had expected and one almost could pretend that her shoulders slumped in disappointment. He instead assured her that he had no intentions behind the question and she snorted faintly, waving her hand ever so lightly "I'm aware." She told him, trying to keep the teasing at a minimum for now. Her head lifted again though and she smiled, a question in her expression "Has it ever changed then?" She questioned, knowing very well that it wasn't, although mutants indeed had it more difficult than those who where 'normal' "Women always have been in danger." That's how she didn't drive herself to insanity, pretending that the danger wasn't as dangerous, although she was indeed very aware of it and tried to survive without drawing too much attention to herself. She had seen what they had done to her mother after all, the once so strong woman was but a shadow of her former self. Even Raine herself had faced some trouble with those who wanted to take her away and to the labs, luckily she had always managed to get away in time, a perk of knowing the alleys where those who chased her didn't. Nonetheless the next words pushed another smile on her face, then he invited her for tea and her eyebrows threatened to rise again "I understand you." A faint shiver ran through her at the sound, before nodding her head faintly "And tea sounds okay." She wasn't sure if there would be many discussing, if he expected her to place everything on the table about herself on the first meeting, he thought wrong. [/style]

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