((VitN: Culture Shock))
There is a figure in the Nexus, wrapped in weed and nets; on its face is a metallic wolf mask, and on its hands are metallic claws.
"Who is the worst person you know to be in a position of responsibility and power?" it asks, rehearsedly. "Whether he or she's in it or not. Oh, and why?"
"Is there a delicatessen here? I'm famished."
Vincent: I have known several people too passionate and callous for the power they weilded. *walks up to the figure and gently begins to remove the weeds and netting*
Figure (Female): *whips back, flipping over in the air. When she lands, she has a broadsword drawn.- seemingly out of habit* Don't do that.
Vincent: *stopping* I'm sorry. I thought I was helping.
Female Figure: It's alright. *The sword is sheathed, as quickly as it was drawn* Culture shock, mm?
Vincent: ...I suppose.
Later, in another thread...
It's the wolf-weed-net thing again.
"I'm... sorry about before. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that."
Vincent's expression is blank. "Why? I'm the one who should apologize. I should not have acted before asking."
"Permission to bypass apologies to forgiveness and introductions?"
Vincent gives one of the breathiest laughs she's ever heard; a mere exhalation of breath. Then, "Vincent Valentine."
"Brimwulf."
"Hmmh. How long is it, since you first entered the Nexus?"
"One week, my time."
Vincent nods once.
"You? Why do you ask?"
"Three days. It is unusual."