sirenspull | Entries tagged with !: vincent nightray

Bodyguard for hire. Skilled in firearms and in possession of supernatural abilities. I can work any hours and take on any assignment. For the right price. ♥ For more details reply to the post.

[OOC: All replies will be "private" unless otherwise marked. This is me tentatively coming off hiatus HOWEVER after Tuesday I will be working 36 hours a week so my tagging will likely be rescinded to Sunday only after that point.]

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[All filtered from Gilbert Nightray C:]

[The feed clicks on a young man laying down on what looks like a bench at the ubiquitous stadium with his eyes closed and his blond hair mussed. There’s sounds of people talking off-screen but their voices are indiscernible and the young man seems unconcerned about them as well. His eyes open in a squint, one red, one wine gold.]

At home, it’s Spring. I am entirely undressed for this weather. Heh. [He extends his arm so one may see his light long sleeved dress shirt and vest with no coat. His outfit may also be of noble or Victorian design depending on what sort of world the viewer is from. Wherever he's from, it is no where like Siren's Port.] My older brother scold me so much if he saw me but...

[The feed moves out of range of his expression and onto his neck tie.] Not now.

[The feed lifts back onto his face that is now contorted into a beaming grin.] Who can keep a secret? I wonder. How do you keep one?

( Private messages for Jack Vessalius, Ciel Phantomhive, Raul Creed, Elliot Nightray, and Xerxes Break. )

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[About two days ago there was a change. It was not immediately noticeable yet it was monumental. Vincent's steps had become lighter, his smiles genuine, and when he raised his face up it was no longer with a subtle audacity. His shoulders were relaxed and for the first time in his life he walked without a weigh around his neck. He could breathe freely.

And he has not yet noticed he's lost something.

He's forgotten entirely about that woman. He's forgotten many things. They're distant things however and while they provide the background for the present they are not necessary for existence. So he still knows his acquaintances, co-workers, how old he is, and what his favorite foods are.

But he has forgotten what he is.

In the past two days he's had no inkling of the change. Yet bliss cannot last forever and at last the past will no longer allow itself to be ignored. He has come across a certain photograph and he's just puzzled by it. Straight forward and confident young man that he is, he's decided to ask around.]

You know it's strange, but I cannot for the life of me remember who this is. [He holds the photo up to his NV feed as he sits upon the ground in some grand parlor, looking utterly mystified.] It seems like it was taken at a party, or some event, given how happy I look, but I can't remember--

[He frowns as he draws the photo back to look at it.] My...this young man had such terrible hair. It's like a perm gone bad.

[He snickers to himself and shrugs.] Maybe I was terribly drunk at the time?

[He taps his chin and looks back up at the feed.] For some reason I've found I have a hundred or so pictures of him on my NV. Is someone playing a joke? If so I don't see the punchline.

[He shakes his head.] Someone plese do indulge me if they have an idea. I'm dying to find out.

[The feed cuts.]

[OOC: Part of the Wiles of Memory plot. Vincent lost his memory on the 12th but as it had no effect on his recent memories (The memories he's forgotten are connected to his childhood) he's just now beginning to notice something is wrong. Nevertheless in forgetting those memories Vincent has also had a distinct personality change (if this post was not enough to clue you in) from charmingly creepy snake in the grass to slightly neurotic, snide, but mostly pleasant young man. This will probably have been noticeable to observant people around him.

Also finally I am wrapping up this term of school and next week are finals. So no lightning speed tagging here, as a warning. If you need things hand-waved for the plot, just PM me.]

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[Vincent is actually looking fairly cheery for once, in a genuine way, not the sort of cutting way that if anyone came too close they be sliced that some may be more familiar with. If anything it's a change, but not a complete metamorphosis from, the man hinging on the edge of insanity a few months before.]

It's a nice day isn't it? Spring will be here any day now and new possibilities will follow in on the fair weather I'm sure. I for one am changing my residence. I will be found at the Phantomhive-Trancy estate for those who wish to visit me.

[It may be significant for some Vincent is returning to the place whose lord defended him during his killing spree in the summer. If Vincent is aware his words may be taken as a subtle taunt, he's not showing it at all beyond that smirk that's always waiting to uncurl from the corners of his mouth.]

Ah! But I do have one more thing to share. As only one more thing could make this day more radiant-- my older brother's smile.

[Viewers may click on this link for an attached .jpg that is indeed of one Gilbert Nightray smiling (and Vincent apparently knows what photoshop is).

~~And yes Gil, this is about the damned cake. B(~~]

I do hope everyone is as happy as I am.

[And after that simpering comment the feed cuts.]

[OOC: Yadda yadda mun is slow tagger, tags may be days in-between during good times etc. Everything anyone who already has CR with me already knows.]

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[The feed is on an earring in someone's ear. It's purple in color, dangling, and delicately set with small silver bands. Some may recognize it as Jack Vessalius', those who may have known the original owner are gone as well.

The person sits back to reveal Vincent Nightray, his hair tied back, and his usual red earrings gone. He only wears the one seen at the beginning of the feed in his right ear. The man looks wan but he's still smiling even if it's faded and bitter. He closes his mismatched eyes as that limpid little grin does not reach those eyes.]

My lord, Leo Baskerville, is no longer here.

[That's all he says and he turns off the feed.]

[OOC: Replies will be so slow, so slow....forever. Also, Vincent has been to work at Lions Gate and co-workers are free to have noticed a change in his behavior since last Sunday. Namely that he may have seemed more withdrawn and possibly distressed even if he's been pulling that smile act he is on the feed.

Also as Vincent has more or less been on psychotic auto-pilot for the last week-- he's completely unaware the day has been repeating. So feel free to pick up on that and that he also won't have any real memory of anything that's happened the past few days.]