|Are You My Mommy?|
It didn't take long. Seen in the distance of the night sky, a small object is seen flying towards Morgana. Flandre's signature crimson dress and colorful rainbow wings marking her as being the Scarlet Devil's sister long before she's well within view. One even has to wonder if that's the purpose of those artificial looking wings, to warn people she's coming.
And arrive she does. The girl daintily lands on the ground with a cheerful step of her mary jane shoes and begins skipping happily towards Morgana. Her crimson eyes full of wonder and excitement, her mouth open in a wide grin that inevitably show her vicious fangs. Why, Flandre doesn't even seem to recognize Morgana, she's like a kid running towards an amusement part, happy and giddy and giggling all the way.
For the record, her dress is looking awfully dirty and untidy and she's got dry blood smears everywhere. She's not been taking good care of herself since Morgana last saw her.
Flandre's own taint is noticeable almost instantly too. Another drawback of having such an uncontrollable power is that she can't hide it even if she tried. As the girl approaches, Morgana will feel the familiar scent of dry blood on the girl, her dark aura and that flaring red magic that seems to make all of her.
Flandre on the other hand is far less aware of her surroundings. She can smell, and taste and see Morgana well enough, but she doesn't seem to recognize her at all right up until she speaks. "Hiiiii-- uh oh!" The girl balks once she's close enough to Morgana to see who it is. "Aaah! Hello!" Her jaw clenches as she leans back just a little, as if afraid that Morgana might try to pounce her. "Morgana, right?" She laughs nervously. "Are you still mad at me for the other day? It was an accident, I didn't mean to give you a boo boo!"
Flandre has never been a human either. That's not the problem though. Her problem is that she's never been an adult, and being stuck in the body of a child for over 500 years has certainly pulled quite a number on her. She reacts as a kid does, speaks like one, and certainly thinks like one too, so naturally her first reaction when seeing Morgana is to think that she's going to be scolded. "Uh huh, yeah! I didn't know it was gonna go boom like that!" Actually, Flandre did know that exploding things usually lead to people around her being hurt, but if Morgana doesn't wanna pin the blame on her then she's going to graciously accept! Kind of how like a child would too. There's no inherit evil intentions about her, Flandre's driving desire seems to be just to not to be grounded and sent to her room. Its clear that Flandre doesn't even realize what she does is wrong half of the time.
"Phew!" The blond haired girl gives a sigh of relief when Morgana says she's not angry with her and she nods rapidly agreement. "Yep! No squeezing eyes tonight! I promise!" At least there's that and now Flandre is all winsome smiles again. "Yaay! I really want to be friends with you, Miss Morgana! I've never met another vampire like me besides my sister! I have so many things I want to ask you!"
Things that are probably going to have to be saved for later, since Morgana has brought a peace offering a long which greatly intrigues the child. "Oooh! A gift for me?? What is it??" She asks and innocently treads closer to Morgana, being her overly trusting self.
Giving their complete trust is what children of Flandre's apparent age do. She's never had any reason to fear anything living in her cozy home and thus doesn't even begin to understand the concept of someone not being completely honest with her. That much has been changing ever since arriving to Twisted, though it is still too slow of a change for Flandre to think that Morgana might be planning some foul play. Besides, Flandre has always been a notoriously slow learner and would have problems figuring that out for a while even if someone was actively teaching her. Thus she heedlessly dives for Morgana's bag without considering the consequences of her actions.
"Oooh!! Candy!!!" Thankfully for her, Morgana's desires are sincere. One upside of being such a kid is that she's quite a connoisseur of candy and sits up next to Morgana as she starts to name all the types of candy she recognize. "Peppermint! Chocolate truffle! Carambar! Jordan almonds! Jawbreakers! You got all the good ones!" She's more than pleased and starts gorging herself with a voracious appetite that only tainted ones can posses. She rips through them just like she did that poor helpless waitress that faithful night she and Morgana met. "Hmmffgsfssg" Not surprisingly, Flandre has very childish table manners and tries to speak with her mouth full, though she eventually manages to swallow and grins up to Morgana with her lips stained full of candy. "I'm.. Five hundred and six years old!" She boasts holding up ten fingers and wiggling them. "I know because I counted!"
"I came here with my nanny Meiling when this lady named Yukari Yakumo threw us here because I was breaking all her things. Sis told me to break them all you see? But Yukari didn't want that and opened one of her gaps when I was going to break her. Next thing I know Meiling and I were here! Meiling is really pretty, she's tall and strong and with long red hair. You'd like her! Plus she tastes pretty good when I need to have a bit, but I seldom drink from her since I don't wanna hurt her. She's my favorite toy and I take good care of her!"
But who is this Meiling and why is she never around when Flandre is about? That seems to tie in with Morgana's next concerns. "Oh, well, we don't have a house yet, and Meiling has been trying to find one. I've just been running around in the meantime trying to find things to eat. I've never had to hunt for food before! Back home, my maid Sakuya brought all the food for me. Hunting is really hard, and there's these icky things that come with the fog too that I can't eat, they taste hooooorrible! Even worse than garlic!" Looks like even Flandre can't stand the fog either.
"Hm? Why do you think I'm in danger, Miss Morgana?"
"I'm not sure!" She says with bright, wide, red eyes. "I don't.. remember." Her blonde eyebrows furrow, struggling to put the fragmented pieces of her memory together. "I don't.. even remember my parents. All I can remember is that I've been in the basement for four hundred and ninety five years. It wasn't until recently that my sister let me out because Reimu and Marisa told her to." Flandre has a very strange way of explaining things too since she's essentially just a kid. She is still understanding what 'context' means.
"Huh, a vampire boy that grew older?" She purses her lips. "That sure sounds interesting! I wish we could ask my sister. She'd know. Or we can ask Meiling! Maybe she knows something about that too!" Clearly, its not a topic that Flandre had ever considered.
Speaking of Meiling, the girl nods in understanding as Morgana reminds her that she should take care of her nanny. "Of course, I take care of Meiling just as much as she takes care of me! I love her very much, even if I do bite her sometimes." It makes her feel kind of bad and she lowers her eyes. "I've just been so hungry lately."
Which brings us to the next topic. Hunting and its dangers. "Oh? Have I been leaving a mess after feeding? I guess I forgot Sakuya isn't around to pick up after me." And that's about all she can say about that topic. Flandre is a -very- sheltered girl that is used to having servants for her every beck and call. It's almost the completely opposite of wild and free Morgana. Flandre just has no understanding why someone would try to stop her from eating, it's just a completely natural thing for her to kill people and feed on them If it's not a member of her household, then it's either food or a plaything.. most of the time its both.
Flandre looks up, her eyes full of worry when Morgana tells her she'll be taken away. "No! I don't wanna go back to the basement! I like being here!" Also in the verge tears too. "B-But I don't know how to make it go away. No one ever taught me how to hunt." Aaand now she's crying, covering her face with her palms. "Sis wouldn't even let me wash dishes because I'd break them all!!"
"I don't call to them at all!" She says whilst in mid sad sobbing. "I just fly at them and tear their throats out with my teeth because if I blow them up with danmaku there's nothing left for me to eat!! Bwaaaah!!" Poor, poor kid.
She nods though and gets up along with Morgana, one hand holding her bag of candy whilst the other is instinctively brought up to Morgana so she can hold hands with her. Tears are still running down her cheeks and she's sniffling pretty bad.
The idea that Morgana, the pretty shark of Nox is motherly in any way is laughable. She is not warm or soft. She does however add a gentle sing song to her tone as she speaks meant to sooth the emotional child. When that small hand reaches for hers she blinks a moment then curls her fingers around the childs hand. "I do not wish this for you either small one. You must have time to grow and learn how to be what you were meant to be. Now. We should see if there is a way for you to take what you need of these mortals with out killing them. Not that I am against killing but you are small and if you can not eat the whole thing it seems wasteful to take it. You are a pretty child and small ones like you are often looked upon with lack of fear so you could likely use that to bring your prey to you. Instead of tearing them apart." Morgana led the child to the lake and she walked along the soft bank. "What we need to do is find you a place you can safely lure your prey so that if you feed to deep they are easily hidden. First though, we should see if you can call them to you less...forcefully."