Thread: A Vision In Blood (Miss Eleanora and Mr. Quixotic)

Then it is true, you would most likely make a quite poor bodyguard. After all the task is protect your client, not slay them. Elizabeth retorted, Though in a way your job is much like that of the bodyguard, save that instead of protecting an individual you protect many people. It was fortunate that Lyle upon hearing the way in which the red haired woman had spoken took note of the degree of passion in her voice, and that he did try to make amends for his comment that had been taken to degrade art, especially her own art. Elizabeth had allowed her gaze to soften, to change from one which showed her displeasure into one that was while still disappointed in appearance, understanding rather than condemning. She hadn't really expected him to notice the way his comment had bothered her, nor had she expected him to take the time to explain his reasons for having made it. It was actually interesting, and did point to the one unfortunate thing about her artwork. Elizabeth did admit, at times, in brief flashes, that she would have liked to have had more time to view the living forms of those she had captured in her masterpieces. While fleeting and ephemeral beings who would have inevitably faded, some of them had been quite enjoyable to associate with. Still, that was the price of being immortalized, and great art required great sacrifice. But even if her brief reminder of the costs was only a tickle in her mind it was enough for her to be genuine as she spoke in reply. I understand, to you as a protector, she referenced her earlier words, the fact that the darker mediums remind you of pain that comes from loss you see first hand makes you less able to appreciate their value. Her words did not condemn, nor were they judgmental. You clearly aren't culture less, without culture you would be unable to recognize the merits of my argument. She offered a smile in return, and filed away the information he was presenting for future reference. Besides, I too find ballet dreadfully dull and boring. After she had shared her thoughts on the images she listened as Lyle responded, carefully observing how he was taking the breadcrumbs that she was leaving for him. It was clear he was picking up on some of it, and also clear that the fact that he hadn't been able to piece more together was frustrating him. Just as notable though was that he was still laboring under the same false assumptions as the news media and other authorities, such as that the killer was male. Elizabeth had no intention of correcting that mistake. And so she spoke in response to his last theory, not addressing the threads to could have led to consideration that the killer was not a man, making an obvious possibility, that they had willingly encountered someone they planned to sleep with, one to consider. It is certainly possible, if each of the images have deeper significance they could represent something from his life. Perhaps then the first victim was a reminder, a trigger, similar in some way to a particular figure in his life, that would explain why unlike the others no liberties were taken. The red haired woman offered, leaning over the images as well, and running her gaze over them once more. She was again struck by how poor the quality of the prints were, it almost pained her to see her masterpieces reduced to this. Then she spoke again, raising her right hand and winking as she did so. I Elizabeth Rescorae solemnly swear to disclose nothing we have discussed about these murders to anyone else. She had every intent of honoring her oath of secrecy, she had no need to share, and this was working out wonderfully. She would lead the man hunting her on a wild goose chase, it was delightfully ironic that he had come to her for advice. And I will certainly see what else I can glean from these replicas. She gestured expansively to the prints upon the table. Then she paused for a moment. While I have prior plans for tonight, I believe that tomorrow I can make time in the evening. It isn't always this quiet during the day. Technically she had no plans for the evening, other than catching up on her lost sleep, but that was important, especially since it was getting harder to maintain the illusion that she had not been awake all of the previous night.