Irony in Two Acts!
Alex turned to Eiryk as the first act of the opera apparently ended. He wouldn't know; he didn't speak German. Judging by the fact that all the yowling had ceased and the lights had come up and people were stretching and milling about, yeah. He guessed it was intermission.
He'd remarked upon the irony of this particular opera more than once to Eiryk. The opera was "Der Vampyr," based on a play based on a book (or something... Alex had read the program a few times while the caterwauling was in full swing, trying to eke something educational out of this experience). It was about... a vampire. Really. A vampire. Not terribly realistic in his opinion, not that he could judge, knowing let's see... one whole vampire.
He stood and twisted back and forth. His right knee hurt, probably from sitting in that chair for over an hour, which was not meant for someone his height. Too bad his suit prevented him from doing any decent yoga to work out the kinks.
Turning to Eiryk he muttered under his breath, "This was entertainment? How did you survive without killing yourself?"
Suddenly two dozen pairs of teenage eyes were on him as he was pegged as being the ideal vampire. Alex felt his eyes widen about three sizes and then he forced them to narrow.
"I'm a horrible vampire, are you kidding?" he said testily to the black lace-wearing girl. "I hate opera. I can't sing. I faint at the sight of blood. And I'm a pacifist."
He crossed his arms over his chest and tried to backpedal but there were people behind him making it impossible. So he remained where he was, trying to look irritable and half afraid he was coming off as more emo and brooding, which would hardly help his case.
"And he's mine. Go find your own."
He might have thrown a bit more suggestion into that than he'd intended to, but he was only protecting Alex. It was also only directed to the one girl, who did scamper off. It didn't do anything for the rest of the crowd.
Eiryk didn't think Alex would be a horrible vampire, but he'd never even talked to Alex along those lines. Hadn't even thought about brining it up. It bothered him that these little punks would be unknowingly shoving that in Alex's face. If they didn't behave he'd go in for a serious PDA to stake his claim to Alex and then start suggesting other more intelligent things for them to be doing. It was that or find an ax.
Muttering under his breath about trends and mindless zombies and no respect, he kept Alex close and moved them through the crowd to the lead. He couldn't help but smile, if Morrgain and Ysabel knew him they apparently had a vampire playing a vampire. Smiling broadly, Eiryk was happy to meet the man he didn't often hang around after the performance so this was a bit of a treat for him.
"I've tried the sparkling thing. Over rated in my opinion. But a pleasure to meet you Mr. Clairmont an excellent performance. Shame about the type casting the crowd seems to be insisting on. But at least the director had enough vision to let you keep your shirt on and not add any werewolves."
Of course, he also now wondered how one added a sub plot, in German, about the vampire competing for the virgin with a werewolf. It was taking great effort not to laugh at the idea of some 'romantic' duets.
Catching Eiryk 'suggesting' people leave Alex alone she elbowed him, and not softly or discreetly. Apparently he was the possessive type. After politely suggesting, in her native language of course, that the whiny little thing who complained about the vampire's performance go to hell instead.
Her best guess was the vampire really was a vampire and she tried not to laugh at that. Everyone needed a hobby, or a job and part of her wished she had the guts to try something like this, or the talent.
She offered the vampire her hand and complimented his performance, before distractedly glaring at another teen jostling her. Pak tried to stand up straighter and look more imposing. It almost worked.
Finding herself next to Ysabel she rolled her eyes and muttered.
"I didn't realize velvet and lace were required. I should check the dress code on these things more carefully."
She watched as Alex claimed he would make a terrible vampire. Henry chuckled and said. "But can you brood invitingly? Its an art really. Too much and you just look mean and unapproachable and too little is just not convincing. If you can add a little internally tortured to the mix you'll be a sensation."
Henry nodded to the blonde. "Yes, I appreciate the lack snarling animals on the stage." Brushing at the costume he was wearing, he said. "Fur is so hard to get off velvet."
Morrigan looked at Eiryk and frowned slightly, mouthing the word as a question. "Sparkling?" Gesturing towards the overhead lighting, she looked at him for confirmation of her deduction. "I would have to agree that it is over rated." She turned to Henry. "You are not allowed to sparkle." The man gave her a small grin and a accepting nod.
The crowd of miscreants seemed to have gone on to arguing amongst themselves about some aspect of vampire lore and physiology. Henry was no longer the center of attention and most of the crowd was filtering out. "I am afraid we must be leaving you, My Dear. Take care and do come back to us in one piece."
She looked to Eiryk. "Lead on."
((OOC: Morrigan out, pending responses. ))
At Pakpao's statement she turned her nose up with a little mischievous smile and sniffed haughtily. "If only they had learned to do it with a modicum of taste. I don't recall wearing enormous boots and striped stockings with any of my gowns."
She regarded the other woman solemnly. "I think you look splendid. Far more appropriate than these children. They might be able to learn over time, if it doesn't run out on them first."
She accompanied Pak from the lobby after bidding Henry a good evening, glad that their intervention had, perhaps, saved a friend some awkwardness.
((ooc: Ysabel out))
He glared at the few people still staring at him until they turned away. Only then did he relax marginally. Having made his statement on the matter he did what came naturally to him in crowds like these, and fell silent. He followed the conversation closely but wouldn't add anything unless he felt largely compelled to do so.
It was polite to wish Henry a good evening however, so he did that as they left, wishing the talented singer as much dramatic sensation as he could possibly handle.
((ooc: Alex out))
"I do hear the rule is not to work with animals or children."
He laughed and wished he had more arms to offer people but he did lead them all out of the opera house and to the coffee house with slow service, but amazing coffee. All in all it had been a pleasant evening, although maybe he wouldn't subject Alex to opera again. Well maybe one of the comedies. He'd wait a season or two first though.
((OOC... Eiryk out.))
She said a polite goodnight to the opera vampire and let Eiryk lead her out as she grinned at Ysabel.
"It is the socks I don't get. They always make me think of the Wicked Witch of the West."
((OOC... Pak out too))