Roleplay with Tsimmu

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Almost instantly as Marcel spoke the young vampire slowed to a stop as if she never really expected to get away on a walk by herself. "If you so much as scratch a human on the streets again, you will not live to see the next night." For once, Isabella took the words for what they really were without over-thinking them or mis-interpreting them; it was not a threat but a fact. So, she didn't really take offence to it or get upset. Just how much trouble she had caused in that short time on the streets was still quite under-brimming in her mind along with the situation but her own lack of control was enough to know for a fact that Isabella shouldn't be able to wonder the streets alone yet and possibly for a long time. She knew it well, even felt a bit foolish for asking to go out on her own -especially when the Marcel pointed out her ignorant thinking for assuming she was ready- but then again company was not something the girl wanted right now. If she had company, a person to talk to or someone to walk beside her words and thoughts were going to start slipping out that she wouldn't be able to take back.

As she opened her mouth for a reply it was replaced with a step back in surprise when he practically materialised in front of her- almost instantly Isabella regained herself to straiten back up although not quite in an attempted intimidating way as usual. It seemed more... casual for some odd reason. "Alright," She met his eyes briefly with the quiet word and thought for a moment about backing out of the idea. But no, continued fresh air was nessicary for her sanity at the moment Isabella was sure of it. This would defiantly be better then going back inside, even with a chaperone... Christopher sounded less appealing then was fair to the guy she had just met. Not that she trusted Marcel fully, obvious with her lies but she did trust him quite a bit more then the other who quite frankly, looked like he would be easy to take down if she really wanted to. Easy to get past, as it had been easy to slip past him once so why not again? Maybe she also trusted the man in front of her more to keep her in check, which was a stupid and embarrassing thing to rely on someone for -she wondered if he would question a slight embarrassed pink tint rising to her cheeks at the thought before it quickly faded. The rain had showed down to something of only a light sprinkle making it bearable even if it was still cold and windy and miserable outside.

"I don't mind if you come." The words were said in something of an odd way, not quite in the sense that she was accepting his clearly -not- an offer for a chaperone but more along the lines that she was choosing him out of the possible choices. In a short movement Isabella wiped the back of her hand over her quickly closed eyes to brush free small rain-dropletts that had collected on her eyelashes and were getting annoying. Her weight shifted to the side as well as her red hair with the movement, waiting for him to step aside rather then go around which would be something of a dis-respectful move in her mind -then again, Isabella had already done enough of those tonight.

 

[Tsimmu]

Though Marcel tended to be surprised by very little, he was a little bit taken aback by her casual choice of him as her chaperone, despite knowing that she did not want to walk with anyone at the moment. When she moved, he stepped automatically out of her way, watching her closely. The reaction she'd had was not lost on him, but he declined to comment on such a matter. Marcel was still trying to gather why she would want to walk with the one he presumed she was trying her best to get away from. Perhaps she had taken a particular disliking to Christopher, but it had been an awfully short time in which to develop such feelings of dislike.

"If that is what you wish." He muttered quietly, folding his arms behind his back and waiting for her to choose where they would walk. If he had really wanted to, he could have let he go and silently followed her, giving her the illusion of privacy rather than trying to make clear to her the situation she was truly in. But he had changed his mind about that at something of the last minute, preferring to be frank with her instead. She was going to have to learn, one way or another, that her actions had severe consequences, not just for her or Marcel but for the vampire race as a whole. It was especially important to tow the line now, or one was at a serious risk of being picked off as though a rogue to their own kind.

But it was not Marcel's goal to try to pry information from her right now. He knew that she had kept a lot from him, but he was capable of judging that she was not the type to be forced into a conversation or confession easily. In all his years, honesty and straightforwardness had served him best of all. A lot of trial and error had occurred to realize that lesson, but perhaps now he had the opportunity to exercise it properly on this newly fledged vampire in need of aid. Perhaps that was why he was so insistent on aiding her personally - his motives were his own, and he was not likely to let them be known in any great capacity to anyone.