Vegas! A place for fun, games, and...dark weapons!?

The lights were bright, the sky was dim, the cars were going by. Vegas was bustling with action in the twilight hour, still ripe with the distant noise of parties or the slots in the various casinos. Saren walked on these streets, a bit grim. He hated places like this, especially places that were this LOUD. He heard that Vegas was a good place to cool down, a good place to relax. He needed a vacation after all the work he had been doing recently, so he came here. Unfortunately, Veags turned out to be one of the worst places imaginable...To Saren, anyway. He passed the drunk strangers clinging to the streets, cursing to himself. "Fucking...drunks everywhere...lights are blinding...fucking terrible idea to come here in the first place..." He couldn't go back yet, as he still needed to wait for his flight back into Death City. He sat down on a bench, quite uncomfortable with the warm temperature outside.

The city was bright here. Almost symbolic, Aimee would think, to the moth like people that came here to have their lives destroyed. It was a far shot from her Paris. Everything there was so Gothic, scraping antiquity in it's style. In truth she had become bored. She had come to find anything of interest. This was one of the higher ranking cities of the western world, and as such she had hoped to find something, or someone of interest. But the people were far too interesting for her taste. The saddest part, was that she had discerned this without ever having steeped from the airport.

Finally she had the courage to leave the place of arrival. She was certain that she looked ridiculous in her unusually regal attire. The women in this place seemed to prefer things of a more scandalous nature. Grazing the area, she spots the boy, and his eye-patch. Approaching the boy, she had to intrude. She stood in front of him, tapping her chin for a while, as she grasped her rust English skills. "Please, this is a day to wear costumes?" She asked, in hopes that she wouldn't seem as out of place in the right circumstances.

After slowly dozing off, Saren snapped back awake when he heard Aimee speak. He checked his surroundings, noticing he was still on the bench. He scratched his head, studying Aimee over. Her outfit was quite different from what he'd seen in the past hours. The girl's odd french accent gave off quite an impression, leading Saren to believe that this girl wasn't used to Vegas. Though, what she said definitely confused him. "This day to wear costumes?" What does she mean? He spoke with a clear, defining tone, making sure what he was saying would be easy to understand. "What do you mean by that? Could you be a bit more clear, please?" He tried his best to be polite, seeing it best not to anger stranger in Vegas for fear of a fight.

Aimee turned to the side, tapping her chin again. Perhaps she didn't use the right words. "Er-... The eye-patch." She began once more, and turned to face the stranger again. "It is for a costume, yes?" She gave only minimal time for response, before clasping her hands over her mouth. "My apologies, I have forgotten!" She would exclaim, then extended a hand to this stranger. "Aimee Belrose." A handshake was one of the few opposite gender contacts that she could stomach. "M-my name I mean." She added, unsure if her language skills were working.

Looking uncomfortably, Saren hated all contacts with females, though he saw it rude to refuse the handshake. He swallowed his pride, and shook the women's hand, a bit fearfully. A-Aimee, huh? My name is Saren Ozaki. Nice to...uh...meet you." He let go of Aimee's hand, resisting the urge to brush it on his coat. He took notice of what she said, and pointed to his eye-patch. He hated to talk about it, and refrained from telling the history of the injury. This? This isn't a costume, sadly. It's what I keep to hide my eye-er...my lack of one, rather. Sorry to disappoint." He put his hand down to his side, looking down again.

Aimee reeled mentally. Clearly she had struck a nerve. "I apologize Mr. Ozaki. I assumed to much." She said, unable to connect eyes with him while apologizing. After a while she returns her gaze, scanning the boy. Such a young age, and to have a severe wound like that. She wanted to ask him if he was a DWMA student, but that was a long shot. "I'm afraid I came here for no reason." She said with a quake in her voice, a soft smile, and worried eyes. "Please, why did you come here? It might help me get started."

Saren looked up again, avoiding eye contact. He was a bit shy to admit his reason for coming to Vegas, as it might sound embarrassing to the average individual. "I...uh...came here because...I'm a bit stressed. I wanted to get a nice vacation, you know?" He quickly showed a face of slight anger, annoyed with Vegas and what he realized what it was really like when he came here. "But it turns out this place isn't all that relaxing, with all the noise and people here..." Saren sighed, trying his best to stay calm and not let the problems he was facing get to him.

Another smile ran across Aimee's face. "Hard work then?" She asked in a jovial tone. She had had no intentions of getting caught in small talk, but odds were this was the best thing that would happen to her in this sad little city. Sparing a moment, she gets a feel of the area. "I can see what unnerves you." She added, staring down a unconscious vagrant. "They should be ashamed really. Such a way to act in the middle of public view."

Snickering, Saren looked at the "sleeping" homeless man. "Yeah, they are quite public about it. Guess you can expect some drunks to fall asleep in Vegas." Saren showed a much more happier tone, obviously delighted by the exchange for comedy rather than the awkward, nervous feeling a few moments ago. He studied Aimee once more, taking note of her odd clothing. "You're not from here, I presume? You have a french accent, so you're from france, yes?"

Aimee smiled at the boys remark. "I give it away that easily then?" She said with a charming laugh. Switching stances, she continues with her hands on her hips, in an almost proud pose. "I wasn't always such a dead give-away. At least not with my voice. I had almost mastered the American accent while I lived in Death City." While this was true, she was still steering towards the question on her mind. Was he a student there?

Still a bit reserved about his information, Saren spoke once more. Death City, eh? I...guess you can say I reside there. I don't really have a home. I just kind of...sleep where ever, I guess. N-not like a vagrant, though! I sleep inside building! Sometimes I have sleeping bags! ...Sometimes... Saren flushed, obviously embarrased about his lack of a home or shelter. He refrained from telling Aimee about his work as a student, for fear that she could be someone who killed DWMA students on site.

Aimee's smile retracted only a bit. He may not have told her exactly, but he had given her enough. "Ah, you're living there currently? I used to be a student myself." Aimee realized she had almost walked into a trap set by herself. "I um... I wasn't very good at keeping a meister though. So my parents withdrew me from the school." Aimee crossed her arms, as she thought to her parents. "And then they died shortly after." She added briefly, moving past the subject. She was doing her best to be forthcoming with this new person. It had been so long since she was engaged in a real conversation. "S-so! You said you had trouble with living arrangements? I could help if you like..." She spoke in a nervous tone. This likely seemed odd to him, but she was always happy to help a DWMA student... That wasn't trying to kill her.

Saren, being his parents had passed, quickly sank down, clouded with memories of his mother and father. He tried his best to shake off the thought, but he only manged to focus faintly on the new subject. "Uh...well, I do have to stay in Death City. I'm still in the DWMA, after all, so I would wish to stay for working reasons. I sincerely apologize. Where do...w-where would I be living if I were to accept?" This statement had given him a flood of thoughts, none of them making him feel any bit relaxed. What he said sounded all wrong to him, almost sounding like he would be moving in with this girl! He pushed the idea away, seeing it as impossible and preposterous.

Aimee recognized the look of loss in the boys eyes. She couldn't help a faint blush at her embarrassment of having done this twice in the same setting. "I'm afraid I must apologize again Mr. Ozaki. I will mind my words more carefully next time. I did not realize the subjects effect." She said referring to his parent. Not they he could tell. "My family owned a small house in the city for new members seeking to learn there. It isn't terribly big, but it offers better than the dorms." She droned. She had to force herself to be detached at the moment, until welcomed back into the conversation. "I-It would be my honor to assist you on behalf of my family Mr. Ozaki." She threw in, trying to sound purely professional.

Showing a small smile, Saren looked up at Aimee, trying not to make eye contact for the risk of flushing again. Th-thank you, Aimee. It'd be nice to have a home in Death City. O-oh, and don't fret over my parents. It was my fault for thinking about them in the first place. He sat up on the bench, trying not to look too relaxed. It was obvious that the girl's preference was to be professional. He brushed his hand on his coat once again. "Do...do you live in france? Since you have an accent and you seem very new to Vegas, i'm guessing you reside there. Am I correct?"

Aimee nodded silently, as she collected her mind from the mistake. "You would be right to think so." She finally answered. It was good to be talking to someone on a personal level again, but it was bittersweet. They were two different beasts, and if he knew better, she would have to fight him. Aimee breathed out a sigh from her inner-thoughts, the noise chasing her back into her right mind. "Oh-! A-and you?" Her arms drew closer into themselves, as she hugged herself tighter in fear for future days.

Saren smiled once again, a bit amused at the girl's nervousness. "I live in Death City. I absolutely despise the dorms, so I sleep in classrooms...even then, it's still a bit uncomfortable. The underside of desks isn't the most sanitary, you know? At least the food is good. Mm...seafood..." The thought of lobster, crab, and sushi made his mouth water, almost making him look dumbfounded. He snapped back, making sure he didn't look too dopey. U-uh...do...do you like seafood, by chance...?" Saren looked at the girl longingly, almost hoping he could find someone who shared his love of seafood.

Aimee felt mildly comforted by the casual change of subject. "Please! I'm French, not some hoodlum!" She would half tease. "W-why? Were you hungry?" She asked, looking to the side again. "You seem like you've had your sill of this place, and sitting so close tho the airport you must be leaving soon, but uh-... Well, if you want that is, we could find a place to eat." Aimee was certain she seemed imposing at this point, but she didn't want to pass up any chance to prolong this encounter.

Saren jumped out of his seat with lightning speed before dusting himself off. The thought of seafood rattled his brain, giving him a great boost of adrenalin. Alas, he tried his best to not come off as to eager. "Ahem...y-yes, I would love to get some seafood. I know there's a place around here somewhere..." There was an ever staying feeling in him, giving him a nervous aura. Going to get food with a girl was making him very uncomfortable, but he couldn't resist the promise of seafood. He shivered in fear, trying his best to push aside every thought that wasn't about lobster. "W-would you like to go now...?"

Aimee took a step back as the boy jumped from his seat. She smiled, and barely withheld an amused laugh. "Right now was the idea." She responded gleefully. "I'm afraid you must lead. I've never been to Vegas." She warned. Sure this boy was an oddball, but she was enjoying his company. Perhaps her biggest relief was how easy he was to read. No aristocracy tricks, or fake faces here... Or so she hoped.

Taking a fast walk, Saren headed up the street, motioning for the girl to follow. He ate once in his time in Vegas, and he remembered clearly at the restaurant he ate at. He admired the lights of Vegas, actually getting used to the noise for the first time. He was almost distracted enough to miss the restaurant, but he snapped back to reality. He walked in, not even taking notice if Aimee was following him. He quickly took a seat, almost jittering in place. He waited for Aimee to take one, still hyper. I can't wait, I can't wait, I can't wait for Lobster!~

Aimee trotted after the boy. He was certainly excited over something as small as food. Entering the building, she gives it a thorough inspection. It was a nice restaurant, but she was surprised at it being so considering the people just outside of it. Although considering the flow of money here, it wasn't a total shock. Taking a seat across from Saren, she places her hands in her lap. "You were... I a hurry." She smiled.

Showing a warm, yet excited smile, Saren examined the silverware, checking the quality of the knife, spoon, and fork. "Oh, yes! I absolutely ADORE seafood! I would do anything for it! Lobster, crab, sushi, shrimp, you name it! I love it!~" Thoughts of the sea delicacies were still flooding his mind, giving him a feeling of pure happiness. He motioned a waiter over, staring at him right in the eye.

The waiter looked back at him, obviously a bit confused about Saren's excitement. "Oh, yes! May I please have the lobster with a side of crab legs! Crab legs SPECIFICALLY! I'd like 5 of them, please!~" The waiter wrote on a small notepad. "Right away, sir. And you miss?" The waiter looked at Aimee, notepad ready, awaiting an order.

Aimee couldn't help but smile again. She had never seen anyone this excited about anything. It was rather cute. Not that she would tell him. Seemed as though he might physically melt if she did. Catching her thoughts, Aimee blushes lightly, and looks the the waiter. "Hm... Marseille-Style Shrimp Stew if you have it." She would request, and turned to Saren, before remembering something. "Also, hot tea." She added nervously, then turned back for a final time.

"So, Mr. Ozaki, I'm not sure if you told me. Are you a weapon or a meister?" Aimee continued to mind her posture, and began arranging the silverware in accordance to basic table manners. "You probably deducted that I'm a weapon based on the conversation." She wasn't entirely sure if she could break through this boys sea-food trance, but it was worth a try.

The waiter would scurry off, shouting in the kitchen for the order to be made. Saren would look eagerly at the kitchen, awaiting his lobster. He would stay like this for a while until the girl would speak, suddenly break his hypnotism of seafood. "Oh, uh...I'm a weapon. Cutlass. If I may ask, what kind of weapon are you?" He still didn't quite understand this girl in general, not giving him a grasp on what kind of weapon she was. He expected something normal, like a scythe or katana, not giving in on any thought that she could be more complicated.

Aimee twirled her hands in her skirt, as she tried to find the words for her weapon form. For all the times she had been asked that question, she had never found a proper way to answer. "It's um-... A little on the complex side I'm afraid." She said, looking out to the side. "I suppose it's a sort of scythe wings?" She questioned her own words. Bringing a hand to her chin, she begins to think once more. "Well, something like that anyways."

Saren stood in his thoughts, a bit confused. Scythe wings...? What are scythe wings? He thought of all the possibilities that this could have meant. Could she fly? Did she just latch on to a meister's body? "Scythe wings, huh? That's...interesting. Very unique, actually. Never heard of something like that. Can you fly with them?" He found himself even more confused by the idea that someone could fly with metal wings, but he still was very interested in this girl's weapon form.

"Yes, it is unique." She said, her thoughts wondering to her mother, the woman from which she had inherited such a form. Such a perfect specimen. Her mind would say in admiration, and perhaps envy of her parent. "And I can only fly with a meister. I have a Grigori soul, but I cannot control it on my own, and the weapons form has little to do with it." She said with some remorse. Of course that was the case with most souls of that nature. Aimee ran her hands through a lock of her hair, trying to think of a way to keep the conversation fluent.

"A grigori soul, did she say? I've heard of those, but never seen one in real life..." Saren thought to himself, considering what information was just given to him. This girl was an interesting one, indeed. "That IS quite interesting...never heard of something like that." He layed his head onto his hand, trying to think of a way to get the conversation from not getting too awkward or silent. Just as he was about to speak, the waiter returned with plates of their ordered food, setting them down in front of them. "There is your food. I'll be back in some time for the check, okay?" The waiter quickly rushed off to serve more customers. Saren quickly grabbed  his fork and knife, almost immediately digging into his lobster, devouring it. "Mm, this is DELICIOUS!~ It tastes like pure happiness!"

Aimee looked on with a sort of amusement as the boy butchered his plate. This was not at all inside what she had been taught. One part of her was disgusted, another amused, and the last envied him for apparently not caring what any of the parts thought. "Hm..." She would sound as she examined the boy, and began her slow, polite, consumption of her meal. She wanted to say more, but was certain that the boy was stuck in trance for now. Might as well though. "And you? Any abnormal traits?" She would ask in her calm, collected tone.