singinghuntress | Fourth Shot [Accidental Audio]

Fourth Shot [Accidental Audio]

[For a moment there's silence before the sound of a young woman humming can be heard. For anyone who may know a certain German Opera, it may sound familiar as it's accompanied by the sound of metal scraping against metal. Eventually that noise stops only to be replaced with the sound of a gun being cocked.

For several long moments there's the sound of silence only to have it broken by the sound of a musket shot immediately followed by the sound of two hits... from one shot. ]

It zeems I am a little rusty. I should have been able to get all five of zhose large moths.

[ooc: for those who are curious, this is what she's humming/singing under her breath. ]

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She remained silent for several moments as he continued to walk. Really, this had to be the lest comfortable position that she had ever had the displeasure of being in.

"A man named Spike. He vas rather nice und no, I did not eat him."

He really could care less about her comfort level.

He'd seen this SPike around ont eh PCD but never interected with him. "And the ammo?"

She grumbled and shifted.

"Zame place. Zhere vasn't much zo I lucked out. It vas the zame vith zhe gunpowder."

"Well, you'll be having neither until you learn to behave. I recently earned you bit someone. Which makes two victims already. You won't be fed for a week either."

Truthfully he didn't know what to do with her. Killing or hurting her may attract unwanted attention from the colonel as well as Urahara, which in turn would result in a penalty on him if they believed her to be the innocent she came off as for the most part.

Rip tensed at his words. She worked hard to get that gun! There was no way in hell she would just let him take it from her and as for the feeding.. she growled. If he didn't want her feeding off of these so called innocents, then it made no sense to starve her!

Rip renewed her struggling as she spoke.

"Zhat iz ridiculous! If you do not vant me feeding on zhem zhen vat ist zhe point in letting me ztarve! Un how exactly are you going to ztop me hm? You are not avake every hour of zhe day you know!"

She had no illusion that she could probably get him in trouble if she wanted. Though... She feared what he would do if she did.

This was true, and without Baskerville, he couldn't watch her when the need to sleep was on the rise. He'd have to figure something out with Urahara and the rest to keep a close eye on Rip.

For now, he kept silent as he walked, occasionally jostling her as he adjusted his hold on her.

His silence unnerved her slightly as he adjusts her from time to time. She even falls silent herself as she stills. This is still very uncomfortable and very embarrassing.

After several moment she finally spoke.

"Vy are you keeping me anyvay. Zhere haz to be more zhan protecting zhe pathetic humans."

"I know what you're capable of and more than able to control you. The others here wouldn't." he answered.

"And besides, who else am I going to play 'Zamiel and Kaspar' with when the times are boring?" he chuckled

Rip huffed softly and elbowed him again for good measure before crossing her arms. True... he was probably the only one in the city that could handle her. But still.

"You make it zound like you are lonely."

"Always am, always will be. Or something like that." Another chuckle "And I'll break your ankle if you elbow me again."

That warning was enough to make her stop elbowing him all together. Though now she was curious about him. It was obvious he wasn't going to kill her now and she was going to be stuck with him for quite some time if he hand his way.

"Und vy ist zhat? One vould zhink zhat zomeone az powerful az you vould haf a companion at zhe least."

"Why so interested?" he asked as they came within sight of the house.

"I am ztuck vith you. I may as vell get to know my jailer."

She shifted a bit, his shoulder was beginning to feel painful against her hips. Thankfully she recognized the area around them and realized they weren't far from the house thankfully. She wasn't sure if she should call it her prison or a home right now. She was leaning more towards prison. One her warden couldn't police all the time.

When they came to the front of the house, Alucard proptly dropped her on the ground

"Behave yourself and you may get the gun back" he said, continuing into the house, musket over his shoulder.

She winced at the non to pleasant drop as she sat in the dirt for the moment. Soon enough she was scrambling to her feet and turning to watch him as he entered the house and take her musket with her. Her eyes narrowed a little at his words.

Yet, the Huntress followed into the house. Not thrilled to be there, though he had her prize. She wasn't about to run off with out it. So she would stay. For now. Behaving was still up in the air.

"Und vat do you conzider being have Zamiel? I am zure zhat our ideas very on zhe subject."

"Not biting people would be a good place to start" he said, sitting down by the unlit firepit and taking a look at the musket.

She wrinkled her nose a bit as she hesitantly approached him. She was more worried what he would do with her musket then anything else really. The huntress ended up taking a seat opposite of him at the firepit. Sapphire eyes flickering from him to her gun.

"In my defenze, I vas injured zhe first time und zhe seconded time zhe boy offered because I vas still injured.I haf yet to kill anyone."

"And?" he said blandly, looking at her.

"I vould zay zhat I haf just cause in my action und haf not caused any lasting harm to anyone zhat vas not able to heal it."

She quirked an eyebrow at him as she smirked faintly.

"Other zhen zhat, I haf merely been testing zhe vaters und... testing my skills in zhis new land."

"Just behave yourself, Rip Van Winkle." he said, getting up and standing at the window, looking out at the beautiful night sky.

She watched him, eyes never leaving his form as he moved towards the window.

"I do not haf much of a choice now do I~? You haf me confined to zhis house unable to leave und you haf in your possession a veapon I desire for mein own protection.

I am but a zimple huntress zhat ist now at zhe mercy of zhe devil mein dear Zamiel. I am... veak compared to you."

Her eyes slipped past him to stare at the sky beyond. She felt silent for several long moments before speaking.

"Nights like zhis deserve to be enjoyed un yet, I am locked inzide like a pet."

"Never said you couldn't leave." he stated, looking at her, a grin showing off his teeth.

He was at it again. His usual mind games.

"Und let you hunt me again once I leave? I do not zhink zo."

Rip stared back at him, suppressing the shiver that ran down her spine from that grin. She remembered those teeth upon her flesh. A memory she would be hard pressed to forget.

She shook it off and stood up, hands resting on her hip as her nearly floor length hair danced around her in the moonlight.For a moment, she looked almost other worldly in the light before she stepped out of it. Warily she moved towards another window so she could see the night better. She had to admit, the moon looked beautiful. It almost made her want to sing and dance in the moonlight.

If her warden hadn't been sitting right there.

"I could leave und disappear from here. Yet no matter vere I go, you vill just bring me back."

"Don't like being the hunted?" he chuckled.

"Tch. Hardly."

She refused to look at him as she crossed her arms under her breasts. Her anger flaring a little but she managed to tame the flames for the moment.

"I vould rather do zhe hunting. It ist vat I do."

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