Awaited Meeting (Blackblood)

[Blades]

Walking through the lush land and listened to the sounds of Italy. There was nothing for her here yet she was walking with silent steps. She was looking for that man. The one she remembered back in the old days but question was. Would she find him and if she did what would become of the meeting. Only time would tell but for now she had to find him.

[Blackblood]

Blackblood was always easy to spot in Rome, even those who didn't know him could pick him out. He walked through some of the older streets of Rome during its celebration of Carnivale, without a mask. Goblins and smiling duchesses cheered and jeered at him as confetti came from both their hands and windows above. Blackblood smiled quaintly, and bowed in his steps, continuing without spring. He felt a chill in the Italian air tonight, a deathly sort he'd not felt in a long time. It was not as Kenshu's aura, or even the violence of his brother. It was different. Ancient as he, and yet new. A soft smile played across his lips, and he was dressed something of a Carnivale fashion, save for the absent mask. He'd worn one most of his existence, and didn't prefer to wear one for any occasion.

Blackblood, tonight was clad in a light sky blue, open chested lace shirt with frilled cuffs, over it a darker navy blue jacket with gold trim and buttons. Over his left arm was a black cloth that covered his arm past the fingertips, across and stitched in were the theatrical masks of comedy and tragedy. Black pants and long, calf-high leather boots with tightening belts and buckles to keep them secure, he matched a little modern style to the old-world appeal. He kept his jet black hair as long only to his shoulders, tied back into a ponytail with a silk ribbon, navy blue.

[Blades]

Snickers. Watching him from afar, the get up he was wearing alone was enough to make her laugh. Blending in with the others who seemed to be dressed up. Sliding a black mask up and over her face, the hood covering the rest as she slowly moved free of the shadows and to his left. "Well look what the cat dragged in. I wouldnt have expexted to see you of all people here."

[Blackblood]

"Speak for your..." He turned and eyes narrowed at the slender form of Blades. He was quiet for a long time, whether it was shock or somehow trying to figure out just how she had made her appearance here, or why. Blackblood tilted his head a little, looking like a younger KnOT Death. "I know your voice..." He murmured, before reaching up a hand and fingers barely pressed into the hood that covered the rest of the woman's body. Before she could raise a hand to swat away his fingers, he'd retracted them, and left them to hang at his side. "And the cat didn't drag me anywhere. But you should have known I would gather at the Carnivale, a festival that portrays an ocean of masks and costumes that roar through the city streets. Tell me, Blades, how is that a surprise?"

[Blades]

Smirked from under the mask and slowly lifted her fingers to it before pulling it away to expose her emerald green eyes. She wouldn't have knocked his fingers away but he had already dropped them. " Good point, you always were a mask wearer back in the day wernt you"

She studied his movements carefully, it had been quite a while since they had seen each other yet she declined to comment how much he looked like their older brother, it was amusing as she lightly placed a gloved hand to his cheek. "So, have you missed me?"

[Blackblood]

"Missed you? You can be a vicious, blood thirsty killing machine. Who wouldn't miss that?" Blackblood grinned softly and looked down at her hand, one of his own raised to take it from his cheek and cradle it between both hands. His words were serious, and not of mock amusement. Despite he and their older brother being close, it was perhaps Blades that knew him best when he was still the family pet. She didn't inquire of his looks, nor that he no longer wore the cursed mask, but he could see her attention passing over his body and its similarities to KnOT. His hands left hers and tapped a hand to his mouth a moment, covering it. His eyes moved downward a moment, before he spoke again.

"I had died. Twice. I was resurrected. This body was taken from the from the genetic code supplied. It was not of my choice. However... It will be put to good use, I'm sure." He smiled at Blades, a toothy grin lined with vampiric charm. "I find it strange," he admitted, "Meeting you here, like this. Where have you been?" he asked, and his eyes portrayed an emotion that was not commonly seen amongst their family, much less himself. That same emotion dripped from his question, the words saturated in it, though it was not as obvious to anyone outside of their bloodline. "And... will you come back to the home? My time in the Matashina lands is... short, for now."

[Blades]

Smirking at the soft touchs. Granted she was more then happy to see him. "I have been touring the world and as for coming home I am not sure but I may since it is you asking." Leaning closer and lightly kissed his lips before pulling away with a wink. "The look is fine I am just glad you are still around. I really missed you. In a way I am here looking for everyone. more so you." She looked away.

[Blackblood]

"I see. I came for something of the same reason, but to also help rebuild their homes and the Matashina lands. Possibly even establish a relationship between our land and theirs. Allies, and friends. Though, I think it may not be possible. Even after their war, which I had sadly missed, their is much to repair that I cannot help with." He said, and lifted a gloved hand to touch at his lips where Blades had kissed him. His fingers lingered a moment, before he licked his lips. Turning his attention to her once more, an eyebrow inclined, "Myself being missed I may understand, but why search for me the most?"

[Blades]

Chuckled to herself as she just shrugged. "Yeah just why are you missed more is still an answer I'm looking for as well." Thinking back to when they had last met, it had been way to long as she slipped the mask back up and over her face as she took his hand and tugged into the crowd and danced to the beat, her movments flunt and never loosing the beat, watching him with a smirk which had now been hidden behind the mask.

[Blackblood]

"Your mask..." he said as she danced, after leading him into the crowd, watching her, "Has improved, Blades. But we both know our dance is more volatile than this." He smiled a little, almost smirking as he'd chuckled, and approached her, coming from behind and pressed his body just slightly against hers, moving to her same rhythm, though his hands started below her hips and came up, then out, slipping only a few of her throwing knives out from their hidden holsters and flung them into the cobbled streets, hard enough for them to stick out from the stones and mortar. His right hand slipped up along her arm, and twined fingers together, and spun her away, before pulling her back against him, chest to chest.

[Blades]

Giggled as they danced. It was child like in nature but also held a clear insane tone to it. He was right on the money with his words as they danced together. He was the only one who knew where all her weapons were held and just which ones made the most impact. Looking up at him now as they were chest to chest. "Now what do you plan to do with me." A sadistic smile played over her lips and he would be able to tell it was there by the teasing tone in her voice.

[Blackblood]

Blackblood gave a smirk and hands ran fingers delicately up her back to the rear of her neck, hidden in two slits his fingers reached into, and pulled forward two machete-sized short blades. His wrists turned and fingers twirled the blades so that they turned in air, singing softly to one another before being slammed down into the road at their feet, which in turn brought him to a knee down to her lower regions. He looked up at her with a glint in his eye, just outside of being between her legs and nipped audibly at being between those legs. His teeth clicked against the air, and he stayed near her feet, as hands moved from blade hilts to her boots, one hand pulling the knife from its holster within.

[Blades]

Snickers. Looking down at him. "Your body has changed but not the real you, still as.sly and cunning as ever" Innocently twisting away from him and his fingers to dance on the hilt of one of the alreasy found blades. Switching so she was now one handed as.part of the massive claymore now showed underneath the full length jacket. At the angle at which her body was at it also exposed the blood red corset as she watched him movements close. She didnt bother paying attentioon to the others her focus was all on him. He had always seemed to have that effect. on her.

[Blackblood]

Blackblood moved after her writhing figure, as it slid and slipped through his fingers like the wind, before finally extending an arm to curl around her waist and spin her to face him once more. Their dance was much like the tango, though, not at all like it at the same time. Blackblood grinned and lowered his head near her neck, a soft growl as he muttered, "And you are no different either, still as charming and beautiful... and deadly as ever." He pulled back as fingers danced up along the spine of her jacket, carefully outlining the large broadsword, and stepped back, pulling her with his movements. "I dare not fully disarm you, as then, it would not be as fun to miss out on the swordplay." He laughed in a whisper, his arm leaving her waist and pulled a belt knife with it. He stepped back just a bit more, a quick slice upward with that knife only took the belly of her corset in a split. The flesh beneath lay unharmed, though the knife was slung upward and away in a fashion when Blackblood made an 'Oley!' pose, stomping a heel on the ground and the slice made as his arm raised above his head.

[Blades]

She grinned at him and huffed at him. "Oi you I happen to like my clothing uncut pet." She teased him with the nickname as she shifted within a split second to rest with her back against his own as she glanced up at him. "So do we stay or do we go back home" She would follow him anywhere and he knew it. She wouldnt ever admit how much she loved him.