RulesNo Cyber, Timeskip.
"Hm...Interesting..." Vincent seems lost in though as if not hearing her question. "Makes as much sense as anything else in this world I suppose..." He looks down at his feet as he raises his eyebrow and reaches up and scratches the edge of his eye-patch. "To tell the truth I don't know what year it is...I haven't owned a calendar in quite some time, I can tell you though....you've been in that urn for a very...very long time.. As for where you are, you in my home in...where is this again..." He chuckles lightly to himself and scratches his head before running his fingers through it again to fix it.
Vincent looked up from his hand to see the girl."...hm..This is new...Am I seeing things now?" He laughs as a cat jump onto the top of the sofa then his lap. He stare at her the his eye-patch begins to whir and rotate rapidly."No..not seeing things then...Hm.." he laughs again before standing, he walks around her a few times as if examining her. He looks down seeing the pieces of the urn around her feet."..Ah..I see now..How though makes no sense even to me." He chuckles as he stops and turns no in front of her."Who are you?" his eye narrows as he seems to not look at her but through her.
Vincent a tall man standing almost seven feet tall walks into antique shop his long ebony trench coat almost getting caught int he door."Eh, hell.." he quickly pulls the trench coat towards him and adjusting the white fur around his neck to a comfortable place."Hm..." He smiles as he walks through the dust store his heavy combat boots clanking against the ground as he walks through the isles of old dusty junk. He picks up a few things examining them with his one remaining eye. The eye-patch that covers his other eye whirs to life as the ocular pieces zoom in and out on the object, as he continues to look an old man emerges from the back room.
"Anything I can help you with young man?" the man looks at him strangely as he leans against the also dusty counter. Vincent sets the item he was examining down and looks at the old man who cringes slightly at the eye-patch and scar that stretches down his face. Vincent raises an eyebrow to the man."Um...How did.."
"A bad fight when I was a kid..I've just found ways of being able to reuse my eye." He chuckles as the old man relaxes."As for the help, I'm just browsing..." Vincent looks over and sees the old urn behind the man."Hm...On second though..How much for the urn behind you there?" The old man looks to the urn behind him and points at it.
"That old thing, It's came and gone out of this shop for about twenty years now...I gave up on selling it...I'm afraid it's not for sale." The man speaks with a sigh as he returns his eyes to Vincent this time with a more cautious look. Vincent smirks and walks up to the counter placing his gloved hands upon the counter.
"I'll give you a million for it. About four times as much as it would catch at an auction..." Vincent chuckles as the mans eyes widen.
"Right then....um...I'll bag that up for you..just promise me you wont bring it back..." The man sighs as he reaches up and pulls the urn down being as careful as possible with it as he places it on the counter, Vincent pulls out his wallet and pulls free a wad of cash and places it on the counter as the mans eyes light up even more. Vincent picks up the urn and heads towards the exit." Don't you want a bag for that?" before he could finish Vincent was already gone."What a strange young man..."
Vincent opens the door to his small one person apartment some few hours later, he enters placing the urn a a door side table as he takes off his jacket revealing his under cloths a black sleeveless shirt and a pair of black cargo pants cut off at at the knee by his boots. "Ah...Home at last!" he sighs throwing his coat over his leather couch that sits in front of a large home theater system. He sighs lightly as he picks the up the urn and walks over to the couch, sitting down he places the urn on the glass coffee table and turns on a side-table light."Hm...Interesting..." Vincent turns it examining it closely."Hell...its not what I thought it was..." He puts his face into his hand as he stretches his legs accidentally hitting the coffee table and knocking the urn onto the floor shattering it. He doesn't seem to even notice.<Sorry it took so long I had to do some stuff..hope this post is ok>