A drink and a discussion over madness. ( Open. )

Vinnie sat down at the famous bar for a drink.
He hadn't been much of a drinker in past times, but given recent events...
Vinnie the Kishen egg had every right to a glass of scotch.
He expected another cold, lonely, dark night.
But little did he know he had some good conversation in store of him.
He took a long swing of his drink and rubbed his temples.
It was going to be a long night.

" Hello. " Vinnie said nodding his head.
Something about her... Was to pure for a part of him.
His heart thought she looked fairly nice but the beast in him did not trust her. He took a swig of his drink.
" You look a little young to hang out in bars ms? "

" I'm in my twenties, and I meant no offense. As for being gentlemanly, my name is Vinnie stiletto. What's yours? "
Vinnie sounded like he came right out of some mafia movie. Italian accent an all. But he was making an effort to be kind.

He gladly took her hand.
" Nice to meet you Ms. Toritsukare, do you attend the academy? "

" Yes I'm mr. Sylases assistant. " Vinnie mumbles something about being overqualified but stops after a sip of his drink. " anyway, I wouldn't be worried if I was you. There are ten year olds who are currently enrolled with us. If you want I could help smooth over the enrollment process. "
Vinnie seemed nice enough, but even in this short conversation he seemed.... Impure. He had a Kishen soul, it looked blue but burned black.

An eerie, almost paranormal haze fell over the establishment. There wasn't any sound accompanying it, not the shuffle of feet or light breathing; it was simply silent in a strangely comfortable and yet alarming way. At the front, a small bell rang, and any who looked over would see a very strange figure indeed. Long, almost ethereal white hair hung from her head in thin, translucent-seeming whisps. It moved almost apart from the rest of her, drifting as if underwater even long after she had stopped moving and there was no air to continue it's flow. Her body was thin and yet well-muscled, adorned in bandages that wrapped around her limbs and main body beneath her clothes; atop these, she had a sheer lace and silk gown that dragged the ground as she walked. Her eyes, overly accentuated with white, red, and black makeup, were an astonishing almost consuming maroon in color. She looked at everyone like they were a play thing, and a devious, wicked little smirk played at the edges of her lips. Pursing the painted red flesh, she moved away from the desk and joined the other two, sitting on the other side of the teacher and ordering a Bloody Mary, more for kicks than anything else.

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Vinnie raised a glass. Even though there was somthing unatural about her, she was MUCH better looking then him if he was entirly exposed. " How are you? "

She looked over at him, and the sly grin grew wider as her eyes slid up and down, sizing up the man beside her. "I'm just wonderful." The girl said, and there was a strange, almost two-tone echo to her voice, sly and alluring, somewhere between a serpentine hiss and the coyness of a cat. "It's quite good to be out for a time or two, if only for a little while..." She offered him her bandaged left hand, the right hand wrapped around her glass, the bandages on it seeming tighter and better prepared. "Tsukiko. And you both are?"

" My name is Vinnie. " He decided to awser the elephant in the room as he was a little concerned. " Why the bandages? fashion statment or are you hurt? " He said, half serious, half not.

ooc: Please add more description and not just speech?

ooc: Still needs some grammar work (elephant, btw), but alright

IC: Tsukiko raised a brow at him before glancing at her hand. "These?" She giggled, a haunting sound. "You could say that I'm wounded... or, perhaps, infected."

Vinnie scooted slightly away from her. The plague He thought. " Care to elaborate? " He asked.
If this girl was dangerus he wanted to know.

She let out a melodic, alluring laugh, like classical pianos or windchimes. "Madness Infection," the words dripped like honey from her lips as she leaned towards him. "I'm nothing in any way similar to contagious." A wink overtook her eye and her smirk widened, "You have nothing to fear... Vincent."

" V-Vinnies not a nickname, it's just. Vinnie. " He said in what was most likly the most awkward sentance in the mobsters life.
" Are you, a Kishen? " He asked.

She shook her head, smirking and leaning even closer, balanced perfectly as her hair floated about her waist, her hand still holding her glass. "I am merely a maddened infection," she practically spat the word yet still seemed surprisingly delicate, "Of this body, though I am not its only possessor. I am the shadow, the silent partner, the Fallen Angel."

Me likey Said a voice in the back of vinnies head that was not his own. He silenced it with a shot of burbon.
" Tell me about yourself, that infection seems intristing. As would any infection that lowers the gravity attarction of ones hair and reqires bandages. "

She laughed, though she straightened herself. "The wrappings are not necessary, per se, though I do not feel comfortable without them." In a single fluid motion, she tossed back a third of her drink before setting it down and scooting it forward. "As a student, the other go into a bit of a... scuffle, I suppose, with a Kishin. It's madness shot at her, and she, in turn, shot it at me." The woman made a gesture to herself. "Do you have Soul Perception, Vinnie?"

" I might as well, as of late I have been able to tell the content of peaples souls by smell. " VInnie knocked back his fourth drink, he must have had a crazy resistance to the stuff as he barley looked buzzed.

She smirked and leaned towards him once more, her nose by his ear for a moment before she tilted her head and breathed against it as she spoke. "Take a whiff then, why don't you?" When he did so, he would be able to detect the faintest trace of sakura blossoms and honeysuckles, tinged with the scent of a distant pond. Behind that would be a second trace, of forests and firewoods, leaves and gunpowder. Faintest of all was something there but left completely undetectable.

Vinnie took a wiff of the aroma. " Lets see.... Gunpowder is most noticable, to me anyway. Followed by, a forest, honysuckle? And some kind of flower. Then there's *Sniff Somthing else? Well I can't place it. " Vinnie sniffed one more time to actually find out if she had a blue, red or purple soul.

It wasn't so much that there was merely one scent, or rather, one collection of scents; no, in fact, the being before him registered as two separate souls, with something almost unnoticeable lying beneath. Nonetheless, she was human, though the souls varied in color; one was a dark orange and the other a strange maroon.