After getting Glinda's dare to propose to the first Favored he sees. So he steps outside his room, picking a hallway to head down until he sees a woman he doesn't know come towards him. He waits until she is close enough and then reaches out to take her hand.
Ava jumps as the random dude takes her hand, staring up at him. She's not actually surprised, because she doesn't let anyone get near her these days without watching them very, very carefully, but none of that lack-of-surprise shows in her expression.
A flicker of something, pain or confusion, crosses her face. The temperature in the corridor drops by a couple degrees.
"Right now?" she says, skeptical. A slight pause. "Would we do like a wedding night thing, or ...?"
Vane blinks, he hadn't actually expected anyone to say yes. Seriously lady you just met him. But then he grins. "You mean fuck? Of course we would, why not?"
"Well I don't know!" Ava protests. "I don't how anything works around here, I only just showed up. I knew my last fiance for like three years before he proposed to me, which was a little long but we weren't dating for all of it, and I've known you ..."
"Short version is a bunch of fairies kidnapped you so that you would have sex for their entertainment. Not with them but with the rest of us that they kidnapped. So yeah fucking is definitely ok."
He grins when she mentions not knowing his name. "Captain Charles Vane of the Ranger."
"... Wow." You know, Ava already knew that, but she appreciates the Reader's Digest version of her time here. Her hand flies to her heart, as if to clutch at an invisible necklace. "Right to the point."
Captain Charles Vane is a man who doesn't waste time, it seems.
That can be useful.
"So uh, Captain ... Mr. Vane. Charlie. Babe." Her face scrunches in curiosity. "It's not that I don't believe in love at first sight ...? But what exactly made you decide you had to get married right now. That's a pretty big decision where I come from."
He raises an eyebrow as she figures out what to call him, then finally his face breaks into a big smile and he reaches for his tome and then flips to the conversation with Glinda and shows it to her.
Then she giggles. There's kind of a hoarse quality to the sound, like her talent for laughter has gone rusty.
"Uhhh, me too dude." Not that she has people banging down her door, but getting hitched could be great advertising. "But I don't know: free food, a nice dress, presents ... and I don't have to mail any invitations!" Her nose wrinkles. "Besides, this doesn't really matter, does it? We're gonna forget once we go home."
"I assume we won't, besides, are you from Nassau in 1715? If not the chance that we're going back to each other is low." He chuckles. Presents and food sound nice. The rest of it... Eh...
"Noooo," Ava admits, amused, "I am definitely not."
She glances between Glinda's message in Vane's tome and his face. He's handsome. Unclear how dumb he is yet--more dumb would be preferable, but she can work with smart. And if she bangs hubby on the regular, she could get her powers back.
"I'm ... kind of thinking I wanna see if this lady's serious." She grins at him, mischievous. "What else is there to do around here, right?"
"Why should we do that part..." He thinks about it for a moment. "Alright, just so you know, I don't plan on being serious about this marriage. I mean I'll marry you but do you really think I make a good husband?"
Go getting attitude is a fun way to describe exactly what he has and he can't help but grin at that. As well as having a job, well... He was without a ship right now and banned, so it was worse than normal. On the other hand he had been working for Damen in the forge so that might count.
"A pirate captain." He corrects her, a note of pride in his voice. "One of the most feared ones. So you might want to reconsider that."
Not that she'd feel bad about marrying some sweet dumdum, but this could be an aaaaactually decent Vegas wedding. She's got stuff in common with pirates: crooked morality, ambition. Creative forms of violence.
Ava's nose wrinkles.
"Well I don't have a ship for you to steal, so I'll take my chances." She peers. "Do you like rum? I mostly have it in daiquiris, but I could learn to drink it straight!"
She is a lot less concerned about that than any proper lady would be so that means she most likely isn't a proper lady. Which is just as well, a lady isn't what he'd want anyway. He wants someone who can keep up with him.
"Of course I like rum, but I'll take any booze. How about we go get a drink or something like that?" Because fuck he needs something strong right now. Preferably a lot of it.
[zero explanation. Zero lead-in. He's just going to drop that very calmly and mildly into your voice messages, like he were asking if the weather is fair where she is.]
[Javert grunted, a mild sound of irritation. Perhaps he was off-base. He would try one more time before shifting the line of questioning, again with no explanation.]
You use salt as a ward for devils, yes? Do you still?
[ And based on Javert's opening salvo, as well as the list of other people Javert has mentioned to her (it's a list of one), she has an inkling who the victim may have been. ]
[Javert got what he needed to know from Crowley and others' replies, anyway. Not to worry, Ava, he certainly doesn't think you have the balls to mess with Crowley.]
[Outside her door, Ava will find a bottle of whiskey. It's nice, not the most expensive shit in fairyland but pretty good. A tag's been tied to the top, the handwriting on it a little too neat and even to be done by a human hand.]
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"Will you marry me?"
He manages to keep a straight face even.
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A flicker of something, pain or confusion, crosses her face. The temperature in the corridor drops by a couple degrees.
"Right now?" she says, skeptical. A slight pause. "Would we do like a wedding night thing, or ...?"
Baby needs her demon powers back, friends.
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She squints.
"Sorry, what was your name?"
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He grins when she mentions not knowing his name. "Captain Charles Vane of the Ranger."
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Captain Charles Vane is a man who doesn't waste time, it seems.
That can be useful.
"So uh, Captain ... Mr. Vane. Charlie. Babe." Her face scrunches in curiosity. "It's not that I don't believe in love at first sight ...? But what exactly made you decide you had to get married right now. That's a pretty big decision where I come from."
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"Lucky me, the first was also the prettiest."
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"I'm the prettiest of all one people you saw? Aw, honey, stop." She scans the page, eyebrows arching. "Oh, damn, she's gonna plan it."
This is ... kind of a game-changer, to be honest.
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He looks over at Ava. "Just so you know I'd still fuck around."
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Then she giggles. There's kind of a hoarse quality to the sound, like her talent for laughter has gone rusty.
"Uhhh, me too dude." Not that she has people banging down her door, but getting hitched could be great advertising. "But I don't know: free food, a nice dress, presents ... and I don't have to mail any invitations!" Her nose wrinkles. "Besides, this doesn't really matter, does it? We're gonna forget once we go home."
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"So? What are you thinking?"
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She glances between Glinda's message in Vane's tome and his face. He's handsome. Unclear how dumb he is yet--more dumb would be preferable, but she can work with smart. And if she bangs hubby on the regular, she could get her powers back.
"I'm ... kind of thinking I wanna see if this lady's serious." She grins at him, mischievous. "What else is there to do around here, right?"
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And he pulls up the tome to start writing. "What's your name?"
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She mouths Ava Vane, lips pursing.
"I can keep my name, right? We're not gonna do that part."
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"I mean ... you're a captain," she says. "That shows a go-getting attitude. And it means you have a job, which is not something every guy can say."
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"A pirate captain." He corrects her, a note of pride in his voice. "One of the most feared ones. So you might want to reconsider that."
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Not that she'd feel bad about marrying some sweet dumdum, but this could be an aaaaactually decent Vegas wedding. She's got stuff in common with pirates: crooked morality, ambition. Creative forms of violence.
Ava's nose wrinkles.
"Well I don't have a ship for you to steal, so I'll take my chances." She peers. "Do you like rum? I mostly have it in daiquiris, but I could learn to drink it straight!"
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"Of course I like rum, but I'll take any booze. How about we go get a drink or something like that?" Because fuck he needs something strong right now. Preferably a lot of it.
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"That sounds awesome."
Maybe afterwards she can find out if this sparkly wedding planner lady plans on giving her a ring.
"Lead the way."
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I'm sorry, what are you talking about?
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You use salt as a ward for devils, yes? Do you still?
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Nnnno.
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[ 'Cause it kinda sounds like something happened. ]
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[He's off and rolling on his own train of thought, Ava]
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[ And based on Javert's opening salvo, as well as the list of other people Javert has mentioned to her (it's a list of one), she has an inkling who the victim may have been. ]
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[Not answering his questions is getting old, Ava. If he were there in person--]
That day at the diner establishment, to who else did you speak?
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But she does go to check out what people have been chattering about. This is a lot friendlier on the eyes than MySpace. ]
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