Discussion in 'Dating/Otome - Broken OKCupid' started by Sofalisa, Sep 23, 2012.
Best ending :D
Sorry, I haven't updated. Some cousins came to visit my city and I didn't have time.
Jeanette Torvill: Sleep. I'll come and wake you when it's time.
No, don't need to wake me up. I'll be fine sleeping, thanks.
Of course she would lock. Damn, I wanna get out of here.
I wonder were Lucy is. Another room near mine?
Maybe her body's being cremated already.
I knock on the walls, just in case, but no one answers.
I don't usually answer to wall knocking either.
There's a nightgown on the bed - plain and white and slightly faded, like it's been in storage for a long time.
They've separated even our sexy lingerie, God. This was the most sexual clothing ever back in Sebastien's time.
I'm tired, and I'm alone. There's nothing to do but sleep.
I expect it to carry me away, to show me sights of the life I led long ago...
But there is nothing. Only darkness.
Better than dreaming with Bastian, I think.
Is this the end of dreams? And the beginning of... what?
The beginning of being forced to marry Sebastien. Yay!
Jeanette Torvill: Christina? Are you awake?
Shit. It's time.
Christina: I'm awake.
Jeanette Torvill: There's a gown for you in the closet. I'll be back to fetch you in about fifteen minutes.
Well, at least we get beautiful antique dresses for free?
Christina: Fetch me?
Jeanette Torvill: For dinner.
Is it dinner time already? I must have slept all day.
The dress is absolutely lovely, the sort of thing I could only have imagined as a costume of a princess. It's even my size.
They've been stalking Chris so much they even know her clothes' size.
It takes a bit of wiggling to fasten up the back by myself.
That's what I hate about dresses. I can't never put them myself without struggling and getting mad at it.
I'd feel guilty wearing my dirty sneakers under this. What if I stepped on it? Luckily the skirt is long enough to hide my sock feet.
Ah, Chris, so classy.
My stomach is full of butterflies. They want me to be beautiful and perfect, to meet my 'destiny'. But I'm still just me. Is this really a good idea?
Nope. It's a terrible idea. That's why you should get the fuck out of here.
She didn't even ask if Chris' ready!
TAD EARLY TO DEVELOP STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, CHRISSY.
She must have left the door unlocked when she came in, don't waste anytime Chris! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!
Chris, smack her with the candelabra. Failing that, a gown can disguise any number of concealed weapons.
NO, I'M NOT READY, I'LL NEVER BE READY!
She looks me over and nods.
Jeanette Torvill: One more thing.
She walks behind me and brushes my hair to the side, exposing my back, then fastens a string of sparkling jewels around my neck.
Thank you so much for the jewels, it'll be useful when Chris run away from here.
Her fingers are deft and sure with the catch; it only takes a moment.
What is deft?
She lets my hair fall back into place and pats me on the shoulder.
Jeanette Torvill: You look angelic. I should have brought a camera.
........ CREEPY VOYEUR!!!
The table is set with crystal goblets and china plates, but no silverware, no food.
We're the food.
Lit candles glow beside a bottle of wine.
There is no one else in the room.
So, Lucy's mom was Bastian in disguise all this time, or is he coming soon?
Jeanette Torvill: Before he arrives, there are some things you should know...
Jeanette Torvill: ... no, it's better that he tells you himself.
I walk to the window and lift the heavy velvet curtain, but see only darkness.
JUMP OUT OF THE WINDOW. NOW.
My own reflection shimmers whitely against the glass.
I hear the door open, and turn to see who has entered.
He's scary as fuck.
Looking older there, Bastian.
And the stupid beard still undercuts his gravitas all those centuries later. Well done, nutjob.
Skillful. It has a connotation of being good with things that are detailed and delicate, or that require quick and agile movements.
Thank you ^^, I've never heard of this before.
Don't let him distract you with his strange beard, jump out of this windows while you still can. I'm also guessing this "wine bottle" isn't filled with wine, heck, maybe it's empty and is there for Bastian to fill with you blood before pouring himself a drink.
GURL, run for your life, FLEE LIKE THE WIND!
I don't know if this would make Chris more or less angelic, actually. I mean, angels are supposed to be chaste, right?
This is not the man of my dreams!
Finally you realize. Lucy's the man of your dreams. Wait.
And then the speaks.
We have the choice to be all like "OOH, MAH DARLING SEBAS-CHAN" or be like "I'm not Kirsten, dammit". I don't really remember if this would make any difference in Lucy's path, but I'll go for hating Bastian 'cause we don't like him here.
Christina: My name is Christina!
You don't say.
Man: Christina. It's a lovely name.
He won't stop pedoing me, what do I do? D=
Bastian: My name, now, is Bastian Weiss. Not so different from what it was.
Bastian: Neither are you. You're just as lovely as the day we met.
But probably with a richer dress, since she was a peasant.
Christina: This is the day we met. We're meeting now.
Bastian: You must remember something. I can see it in your eyes.
YOU CAN'T SEE SHIT STOP THAT ALREADY!
He cradles my face in his hands, pinning me with his cerulean gaze.
DON'T FUCKING TOUCH MEH!
LIEBCHEN IS YOU GRANDMA!
HE NON-CONSENSUAL KISSED HER! THAT BASTARD!
LOOK AT HIS PEDOPHILE HAND GOING DOWN HER WAIST ARGHH NOOOO!
Stupid, stupid Chris! I want mommy...
NO WE DO NOT REMEMBER, NOW LET US GO OR WE'LL STUFF YOU IN A MICROWAVE OVEN, SO HELP ME GOD.
Sebastian 'White', huh? How very inventive of you, Pedoface.
... Lucy, now would be a good time to inherit the laser eyes and save Chris from her own derpiness. You'll be like a slightly more useful Raoul.
I NEED AN ADULT, I NEED AN ADULT ! A NON-CREEPY ONE PLEASE !
Man, are you in the wrong game...
This would be a good time to bring out the heart rip trick, Chris. A very, very good time.
She unfortunately doesn't have the belt of wild animals super powers.
Well, at least he obeys her, I guess?
Christina: I don't know you.
Christina: I have dreamed of Kirsten and Sebastien, that's true. But they're only dreams.
Christina: And you don't look like the Sebastien I remember.
That's right, Chris! Tell him!
Bastian: We have both changed.
Bastian: When you were gone... The light went out of the world.
When you killed her, you mean.
Bastian: I tried to bring you back. Priests, warlocks, no one could help.
Bastian: And then, I learned you would be reborn. All I could do was wait.
So, why don't you wait like, 3 years now? Chris' too young for your old beard.
Bastian: I've waited for more than a century to see you again.
Christina: How can you still be alive?
Herp derp, Chris. We're in a vampire game here.
Bastian: Some would say that I am not.
Bastian: Christina, I am a wampyr. I will never age. I need never die.
WOW THAT'S NEWS! I COULD NEVER GUESS THAT!
Christina: A vampire. So you hate garlic, you catch fire in sunlight, you have to kill a virgin every night...?
Christina is not surprised also.
This expression looks like he's proud of something.
Are you proud of killing one virgin every night, Bastian?
*biting my nails* Oh my gosh, smack him with a chair and run. AH! This scene is driving me nuts.
Same. There's just so much wrong and creepy here and it's worse to be because she's fifteen goddamn years old, she's PRACTICALLY a child. Sofalisa is right, he COULDN'T WAIT ANOTHER FIVE YEARS after a century?
And Sebastian, you're a terrible German. The word you're looking for is 'Vampir', and even if 'wampyr' was correct all German substantives are capitalized because the written language is based off Luther's German Bible and he liked his substantives capitalized. Ignoring that, saying it that way makes you sound Scandinavian. I suppose Kirsten is a Scandinavian name, though. Don't tell me your beard confused you and you're actually not Bavarian but just a drunk, pedophiliac Swede...
Wimpyr he is, alright. In all honesty, that CG is pretty and could have been hot if not for the fact that :
1) she's 15
2) he kidnapped her
3) it's Sebastian (and it's me, the oyajicon with a fetish for villains and long hair, who's talking)
Kissing CGs never really look right to me. Like, the longer you stare at it, the more it looks like their mouths aren't quite touching.
Sebastien's and Chris' mouths are touching way too much for my tastes.
I mean, it's Sebastien
All I know is that that necklace and that gown do not go together.
Chris, gurl, this situation is a disaster in more ways than one.
You're right. Maybe if that thing in her waist was red, or if the necklace was blue.
Bastian: And I do not have to kill anyone.
But you do anyway, huh?
Christina: But - vampires drink blood.
Well, forget it then, 'cause I'll not willingly give my blood to you.
He turns to look at the fire.
Bastian: There was no place for me among the people of the valley anymore. You were gone, and I was no longer one of them.
Bastian: I retreated. I slept.
Bastian: At times I woke and searched for you. I gathered followers to aid me, gave them what power I could.
Bastian: When our land fell into the power of the National Socialists and their iron golems, my associates convinced me to relocate.
What does he mean with iron golems? War tanks?
Bastian: I feared, at times, that you would return to our home and find me gone, but... we are connected, you and I. Wherever I went, that was were you would be born.
That means we're stuck with Sebastien for all our next lives? That sucks.
It's an unbelievable story, but an undeniable truth.
A man from another time is standing here with me.
Christina: I'm not Kirsten. I'm only me.
Yes, Chris, don't let Lucy's awesome speech do gown!
Bastian: Then I want to learn about who you are now.
Bastian: Remember, everything in your world is new to me.
Bastian: You will be my teacher.
So, we gotta teach him the newly discovered sexual fetishes?
We are interrupted by a knock at the door.
Oh, Tim came! Thank God!
Christina: Lucy, where's Lucy?
Steve Torvill: With us. We have to go. I'm sorry about your meal...
WITH YOU WHERE?
Nope. Nope nope nope nope nope. I don't wanna feed you D=
I wonder what he finds so amusing... is he planning to 'feed' from me?
Please don't bite Chris. She has, huh... AIDS. You don't want that, do you?
Christina: You knew what I was thinking?
OMG, he's fucking EDWARD!
Bastian: It was not difficult to guess.
Yeah, Chris' mind is really simple.
Christina: But can you read minds? If you can live forever, what else can you do?
Bastian: But minds are not like books. You are not such a simple creature that a little magic will explain all of your mystery.
Guys. This is so. Twilight.
I mean, the utterly dumb girl and the vampire that can't read her mind because she's so "mysterious and amazing".
Bastian: I would not love you if you were.
So excuse me, Chris' not good enough for you. We're going now.
My cheeks burn pink, and my tongue seems to swell up in my mouth, leaving me unable to speak.
OH NO, HE'S HYPNOTIZING HER!
And at that moment, just to complete my embarassment, my stomach growls.
I don't like that ring of yours.
Bastian: Come, we must get you something to eat, before you devour me.
Don't need to, we have no intention to devour you. Also, I'm afraid everything here might be poisoned.
*sigh* I want Lucy.
Fire is good. Fire is our friend.
Sebastien, who we are now REALLY wants you to jump into that fire. You will, right? You love us, right?
The whole sunlight draining strength was in place in Carmilla, too. I believe the actual turning them to ashes is a more modern development, possibly as of Dracula?
Yeah, I think it's a Dracula thing.
Maybe that awful ring he's wearing is that chastity ring that vampires used in Vampire Diaries, that make them not die in sunlight.
I believe the first appearance of the sunlight = ashes thing was in Nosferatu, and then Hollywood kind of ran with it because it looks pretty neat onscreen.
Buffy/Angel had a similar thing, the Ring of... Amara, I think it was. Seems a popular thing to bring up from time to time, though I liked how the treatment of it was "No vampire will WANT this because EVERYBODY wants it."
And apparently saves some cash. I was actually hoping you'd see it specifically since I know you know your vampire lore. Thanks for the answer!
hooo He will keep on stalking you in next lives? that's a quite bad karma!
Can we fetch toothpickes in the kitchen and use them as stakes?
Devour him? I mean.. okay, when a Vampire bites you, you turn into a vampire. But what will happen when you eat a vampire?(apart turning him into a dead vampire?)
does the sauce have importance?
Does garlic sauce taste good with roasted vampire?
okay, let's roast him, slice in dices, pick the dices on toothpick and serve with garlic sauce! Maybe it's not good for your karma, but it will definitely be good for nerves.
(okay let's say I'm kinda ill, so that's why I keep having random pointless things in mind)
I think it's a very good idea.
I'm not familiar with microwaves, problem? And that sink looks familiar enough for me.
I wonder if this is what kitchens were like in Bastian's time?
But I see him peering at the bag of dried pasta with a look of vague fascination, like he's never seen it before.
Antique people are so weird.
Christina: Well, someone was starting to make pasta in here, so I guess I'll just have that.
Christina: Can you cook?
Bastian: Only over a campfire. But I am willing to learn.
Chris, don't marry him. I don't want you to cook for him everyday and... Wait, you'll only need to cook for yourself.
Christina: It's okay, I'll do it.
I can't teach a vampire how to cook. It would just be too weird.
But it would be useful if you really be forced to marry him.
Then this mini-game:
You usually do that, Chris? I thought you were smart at least in the kitchen, since you can make cookies and stuff.
Bastian: It seems a great deal of work for such a simple result.
Hey, pasta is good, okay?
I love how his sprite practically screams 'awkward silence'.
hey guy! Don't. mock. Pasta. Capisci?
or I'll serve you, sliced in dice, with spaghetti and carbonara sauce, with a good amount of parmiggiano, it's another possibilty you know...
Now I'm hungry for pasta.
I just imaged your avatar saying that. Well, something like "ARGH, MY EYES, IT HURTS, THE WORLD IS BLACK, EVERYTHING IS GONE, WHY, WHY DOES IT HURT, WHY... now I'm hungry for pasta."
< ARRRRRRRRRRRRGH THIS PAIN MAKES ME HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYY! )
This is... really reeeeeally awkward. I'm hoping someone just bursts into the room for whatever reason to break whatever the heck kind of atmosphere is going on right now.
It's strangely like being with an old friend, not someone I've just met.
No. It's not like being with an old friend. It's like being with someone you're being forced to marry with.
And this is a vampire? He's not frightening at all.
He didn't even need to be a vampire. Being a old guy with a strange cult to help him force non-legal girls to marry him is frightening enough.
Bastian: And for dessert...
NOT ME, PLEASE
He selects a glass from the table and pours the wine, then offers it to me.
SHE'S UNDERAGE, I'KNOW, YOU SHOULDN'T BE "DRUNKING" HER!
The clear, light liquid gives off a sweet smell.
Christina: I don't really like wine.
Bastian: You'll like this one. Just taste it.
I raise the glass and take a cautious sip.
WHAT IF IT'S SOMETHING FOR HER TO PASS OUT SO HE CAN SUCK THE FUCK OUT OF HER NECK?
Christina: It's... nice.
It's much better than whatever Lucy's parents gave me.
Still, I don't want to drink too much.
You better not. Or you can decide to go with him to Vegas so you can get married right away.
Wait, you'll marry him anyway.
He pours another glass for himself.
I don't really understand shit about wine quality. Actually, I prefer the cheap ones. They's sweeter.
Oh, you surely did age a little bit.
And no, thanks. Sharing immortality means biting. DO NOT WANT
Christina: To share...
Bastian: My blood.
Bastian: To become what I am - immortal.
Bastian: I cannot bear to lose you again.
I stare into his eyes and all the words run out of my mind.
What can I say? That I'm not the one he lost? That I don't want to live forever?
I don't know what is true.
But then a commotion outside draws our attention.
WE WERE SAVED BY CHAOS!
Please, let it be Tim...
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