[/classy][/classy][classy=myface]If there's one thing Vapula appreciates, it's modern art, and the Salubri Galleria so happens to be displaying a contemporary gallery. Paying her way in was easy enough. As a high-society woman with a certain amount of respect in her field, Miss Lake happened to be the perfect character to pass through the doors. Dressed in white leggings, a black sweater that falls just to her thighs, a pair of buckled knee-high boots, and a glossy black belt, she decides to let her hair down, the blue locks somewhat covering the eyepatch she always wears.
Each work is a masterpiece. While Vapula doesn't have artistic passion, she understands the human desire to create. And art and science are not too different; it was da Vinci that taught her this. Creation of any sort is to be admired, and that was why Vapula does not frown upon actors and painters and sculptors.
She passes each exhibit reverently, appreciating the use of the brush. Modern art is not about perfection, as Vapula has noticed. It's about expressing one's emotions, or capturing something about society. Even the art that seems pointless has a message behind it.
Some would call her pretentious, but Vapula doesn't care.
She pauses before a collection of torn, painted newspaper arranged to resemble a mighty forest. "How we're destroying our world," she murmurs, not quite sure about her guess. If only she could speak with the artist, rather than make vague guesses about the artist's intentions.[/classy][/style]
Post by varnock acerbi on Jan 7, 2013 1:20:56 GMT -5
Varnock felt a bit out of place in a high class gathering such as this. Most of the time the only reason he would be meeting with anyone in a place like this would be to work out his next job for the Agency and who he had to kill off next, but tonight he had been given a pass in by a thankful man he had helped out of a bind with some Demons. It wasn't exactly his intention to help the guy, but who could leave someone foolish enough to piss those types of people off alone without feeling at least a bit of pity for them?
Anyways art wasn't really his thing. Or, at least, not this form of art. He preferred music or written works of art rather than the painted or created kind. Sure he could at least appreciate some of it, hell he even liked some of what he saw, but this was nothing compared to a good book for him. Must be his natural love for the things really.
He caught a snatch of words from a beautiful woman dressed quite a bit better than he was. He wasn't dressed badly, he just wasn't dressed up either, but this woman... Well suffice to say that even he was a tad interested in her. "Destroying it you say? Wouldn't this count as a form of equivalent exchange though? They destroy the trees to make the paper, make that into news for the world, then turn that into art of what was the original form."
He was glad Ellen wasn't here honestly. She would certainly have something that she would find quite hilarious to say about him watching this woman before him. Not to mention she would bother the other guests just by existing. Honestly none of these people seemed like the pet type.
She could almost feel his eyes on her. Humans. They never changed. Though, of course, Vapula knew this would happen when she decided upon a female form-- watchers are not contained to a single body for their long lives, and Vapula's "died" and regenerated more than a few times.
This most recent one could be in better shape. Damned Seraphiel, never quite forgetting his duties... But her thoughts digress, and she keeps her crimson eye on the painting.
"There is no one set definition in art," she says. "It could be held in either a positive or negative light. Or, I suppose, in a parental light: 'Throw all those newspapers in the trash!'"
Is she getting the hang of this humor thing? Vapula likes to think she is.
Post by varnock acerbi on Jan 7, 2013 1:45:49 GMT -5
His eyes changed from staring to watching as he realized how rude he must be being. Sure she was beautiful, but that was no reason to stare at her like some lecher. His gaze traced her face for a moment to focus on her eye. It was a very interesting shade of red. You don't see that often in normal people unless they use odd contacts. Not to mention the curious covering her other eye had over it. It must be terrible to lose a part of your vision.
He didn't get the joke, but gave a small chuckle anyways. It would ruin it entirely if he had to ask what the punchline meant. "No set definition, but many a guideline in the form of Genres. I hope you don't mind me saying, but you have a very interesting eye color. I can't say I've seen many eyes the same color as blood before."
A comment on her eyes? Why yes, she found they were quite beautiful. That's why she chose them, after all.
"I suppose I should take that as a compliment and not you calling me a vampire," she says, a soft laugh in her voice. Vampires. As if she'd sink so low. She looks at him in earnest now, a warm smile crossing her face. She offers him a hand and says, "Doctor Evangeline Lake. A pleasure to meet you."
Post by varnock acerbi on Jan 7, 2013 1:58:22 GMT -5
If she ended up being a vampire he was really going to have to talk to the Agency about the sudden influx of them. Not to mention that damn hunter from a few days back... He still needed to tell Mildred about him. He mentally smacked himself to get his mind back on the conversation and woman in front of him. He gave a kind smile and lightly shook the offered hand.
"Varnock Acerbi. A pleasure to meet you Dr.Lake. A vampire though? Surely not. Those are just stories people use to scare children and make money through Hollywood right?" He mentally sighed. He really hated having to hide his identity outside his shop. It just felt harder to fake being a sleeper without familiar territory and Ellen to keep in line.
She takes the offered hand and smiles, shaking it firmly. "A pleasure to meet you, Varnock. And I suppose you could say that about vampires." She studies him carefully, trying to get a read for him. If he's a sleeper, she might be taking a risk, but what are risks but a chance to drag some innocent sleeper away for her experiments?
"There are those that believe in them, though. And certainly one could say that there's evidence out there. But my expertise is not in paranormal studies." Not in this 'lifetime', at least. "I happen to have a friend who has a Master's degree in some sort of folk lore, though. Acts like a real live ghost buster."
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