Baccano! volumes

    ∞ #05: 2001 - The Children of Bottle

This place is more like a closed bottle than a flask. Just like you were born, everything you can imagine was created here. Good things and bad things, equally.

Why isn’t there any fanart of Gretto and Sylvie. I love them so much I can hardly stand it some days! Come on just look at their little faces. I can’t be the only person in the Baccano! fandom who OTP’s these two ;//A//; I just can’t be. I have to fix this. I can’t be alone.

The woman paused for a moment before she turned at the sound of the familiar voice to find a familiar face as well.  ”Elmer,” Sylvie greeted casually in reply.  She was used to the idiot’s compliments by now, all likely an attempt to get her to smile.  But she could never understand it and she could never understand him.  She trusted Elmer, but he remained a mystery to Sylvie that she had no intention of unwrapping.

Arching a slight eyebrow, she adjusted her posture and folded her arms.  Elmer C. Albatross always seemed the type to come and go as he pleased. Sylvie knew that; Elmer didn’t always have agendas when it came to whims.  He had gone on the cruise liner to say hello to Huey, and most of his goals always seemed to fall under making people smile.  It was all very ridiculous, as far as Sylvie felt concerned, but she did not question Elmer's ways.  She had given up on trying to comprehend his nature a long time ago.  ”To what do I owe this pleasure?” she asked him.

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Now this was something different. A beauty like the woman was, was in itself a rarity, and any man would most likely be more than happy to be able to say “I know that girl”. In this case… That was exactly how the situation was. Not only the rarity of seeing such a beautiful woman, also the rarity of that beautiful woman happening to be one of your old friends. Elmer raised his hand high and greeted the woman with a beaming smile.

“Hey there Sylvie.” It wasn’t even that long since they had last met. Now that brought back memories. It was amazing how it seemed that every time they gathered for a boat trip a tragedy would happen. “Dazzling as ever, aren’t we?”

Sylvie smirked.  Sometimes, it was easy to forget that Czeslaw wasn't a child--physically, perhaps, but his mind surpassed the years that were frozen.  He may have been perpetually a child for the past few centuries, but his mentality went far beyond that.

Hearing Czeslaw's reply, the silver-haired woman shrugged and sighed tiredly.  "Ahhh, well, I guess when it happens, I'll just have to find someone who won't get bored of me, then," Sylvie huffed at the boy as though it was the simplest answer in the world.

In truth, if Czes got bored of her, why, Sylvie would be rather disappointed, seeing as they would be stuck with each other for quite some time, immortals and all.  And no matter how many years had passed, Czeslaw treated her the same as he had treated her in Lotto Valentino; granted, the boy was much more pure-hearted and innocent then, but he didn't treat her any less and he certainly didn't mistake her for Huey.  Sylvie couldn't admit these sentiments, of course--why, she hated when small things like that were held over her, and if Elmer ever learned that she was capable of fondness and sentiments beyond her physical attributes and brooding, why, Sylvie would never hear the end of it.

At the release, Czeslaw seem to dust himself off and fix his own jacket, as if to seem presentable enough for others who may come by and see him. he wouldn’t want to look like he had just been hug by an immortal who seemed to have missed him for a few centuries. Even though, to him, it didn’t feel as long as it was. “And a child is incline to ask for his own curious sake.”

Czeslaw gave a slight pout at the answer given. It wasn’t what he wanted to near or expected at all. Or at least he should have seen that coming. “Well it wasn’t the answer I was hoping for.” He roll his eyes at the answer given. “That sounds like a way for you to avoid my question. Your answer is just too vague to come up with a conclusion, Sylvie.”

Czeslaw brought a hand over his head, making sure his own hair was in place as he frowned at the teasing still in play. “Really. I don’t see why i would get bored of you. Besides, even if I do, there are a lot of others that wouldn’t.” Now he had to be stubborn with himself, to not show that he really did care if Sylvie was to leave him or not. He didn’t want that… but even if she knew, then he would be embarrassed with more of her teasing when she gets the chance. “That just sounds like an excuse for you.”

Baccano 2002 - Blood Sabbath

Source: Untuned Strings

Characters that need more appreciation.

Prettiest character in the series - Sylvie Lumiere

The Children of Bottle

“Then you would be… right!”

“Surprised, aren’t you? I guess you would be, since I’ve changed so much.”

“You’re Huey! Huey Laforet, aren’t you! Why’re you dressed like a woman?”

“I’m not!” Sylvie screeched, taken aback at the utterly unexpected reply as the others chuckled good-naturedly.

“Eh, you’re not? I’m wrong? I could’ve sworn that Huey was the only one on that boat who was this pretty…”

“It’s Sylvie. Sylvie Lumiere,” Maiza said, laughing.

Sylvie groaned and said, “Honestly, Elmer. I was the only woman on the boat, remember?”

Sylvie grinned and finally decided to grace Czeslaw with his release, letting go of him only to place her hands promptly on her hips.  "A woman is inclined to have her secrets," she replied rather smugly before tilting her head, a smile still on her face.  More so than the teasing, Sylvie found Czeslaw's reactions to be all the more entertaining.

"'Who knows' is technically an answer, all the same.  Cruel?  Oh, now, that's a little harsh, don't you think?  I wouldn't say cruel.  No, I've got to keep an allure of mystery every now and then.  It'd be a drag if everyone knew all my secrets."  All of the immortals already knew about Gretto; there were some things that Sylvie would prefer to keep to herself for the time being like her innermost thoughts and feelings--or lack of.

And for now, anyway.  "If I answer all your questions, you might get bored of me.  And I'd hate for that to happen," she grinned, going along with her teasing and jests.  After all, it was Czeslaw.  He could certainly take a joke when it suited him.

Czeslaw glance up at Sylvie once again. He notice that she stay silent for too long. perhaps in deep thought of what he said. Perhaps he was a bit too harsh on her, though it was the truth. He wouldn’t keep something like that inside. Especially since all the others see him a child anyways. It was something he could get away with no matter what. “Um… Sylvie?” He asked to see if he could knock her out of whatever state in mind she was in Hopefully it wasn’t something too bad.

Of course it wasn’t. Czeslaw should have known as she hugged him tighter, swinging him from side to side like a new stuff animal a little girl was happy to receive from her parents. “Wha—” Czeslaw couldn’t help but let a faint blush creep over his cheeks at Sylvie’s words. Teasing him. That wasn’t fair. Czeslaw usually enjoyed the teasing more then being teased at like this. “I wasn’t trying to be cocky, I was just telling you what I thought! Sylvie come on, let me go!” He tried once again to struggle from her gasp. At least he wasn’t one to feel seasick from swaying from side to side so much.

“‘Who knows?’ So you are just going to leave me in suspense and not give me a real answer…?” He ask, giving out a sigh to all this. “That’s pretty cruel of you to do to a guy asking some questions.”

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Well, well.  Wasn't this a pleasant surprise?

Sylvie didn't think she'd run into this young man again.  Now that she thought about it, that little cruise trip felt like quite some time ago, but being an immortal, sometimes it was easy to lose track of one's endless eternity--especially when the alternative to longevity was being devoured.  Sylvie tilted her head slightly as locks of her silver hair rolled to her side.  "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes?"

Though Czeslaw's words did sting at her a little like any immortal child's words would, she had to inwardly admit that he was right.  She could have given into her vengeance.  She could have devoured Firo at any given chance--but in the end, she had chosen not to.  And while she wasn't sure where that left her in her point of life or her purpose or even her happiness, as long as Gretto was happy, she supposed that for now it was enough.  It did not curb her desire for revenge or emptiness in the slightest, but it helped her tolerate it quite a bit--and for someone like Sylvie, for someone who could have lost herself after losing everything, it was something for her to rise above what she could have been.

Grinning, Sylvie only hugged Czeslaw even tighter, swinging him a little to his left and right.  "Don't get cocky now.  Cute boys like you shouldn't be so cocky," she teased, unable to hide how much she enjoyed his company.  Even if it was just one immortal, it was still someone who knew her from before--from before everything that had happened.  It was someone who had known her when she could say she was happy and still mean it--and to Sylvie, that sort of felt like home.  "But who knows?" she let her words linger slyly, glancing up at the sky.  Maybe he did make her happy.  Maybe he did a little bit.  And maybe that's what Sylvie needed most of all--some happiness in what could have been considered to be her otherwise miserable and downtrodden life.  She needed some happiness, and she was glad that Czeslaw was the one who could give that to her.

Czeslaw couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Sylvie. Just because he looked like a kid didn’t mean he had to always be treated as a kid tot hose who knew he was much older then that. Czeslaw wouldn’t ever understand that. Though it always seem to bring a smile to Sylvie’s face. How and why? Well that still remains unanswered and perhaps will be for some time. Though he wouldn’t mind the wait. They were immortal after all.

Even though Czeslaw couldn’t move very much, he tried his best to shrug his shoulders as much as he could to Sylvie’s question. “Well I guess you can say it means if you changed for the best or for the worst. Considering everything that happened to you, it could have gone with way. But from what you show others, you seem really happy.” Czeslaw pause for a moment before concluding. “Or just really happy when you’re around me.” There came a slight smirk at his last response, just playing along with the other. He didn’t intend, if any, to make the other feel bad for a bit. That was never an intention. Especially with someone like her.

Sylvie smiled sweetly, one of the many things she had to practice in her hundreds of years as an immortal.  Things so seemingly simple like a smile was definitely something she had to work on after the death of her fiance and hundreds of years of being bent on revenge. Now, without love and vengeance, there was an emptiness to her that would not subside. Sylvie had thought that if she surrounded herself with more immortals like herself such as Maiza, Elmer, and Czes, things would be different--and in a sense, they were, but by much. There was a togetherness that managed to cement that gaping hope, if only temporarily. But when she was out on her own, the emptiness would return just as quickly as it had seemingly vanished.  "Travel.  Vacation.  I've been sort of itching to go somewhere for a while now, anywhere... and I just thought, well, why not now?"  She cocked her head a little.  "A little impulsive, I guess--but I'd like to see it as spontaneous."

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((Fall semester started, so my replies will likely be slow for my Baccano! accounts (e.g. Chane, Sylvie, Monica).  But nevertheless, I will try to do replies as fast as possible.))

Sylvie Lumiere smiled discreetly.  So many specific questions.  Why, Izaya Orihara was almost as inquisitive as Huey; she'd have to ask that guy later if he happened to spawn a descendant in Japan.  She tilted her head, the smile still on her face.  "I grew up in France, but I moved to America at a young age."  To be technical about it, it was the truth.  "So, I guess you could say it's both," she said to the informant, chuckling with mild amusement.  If she didn't know any better, it seemed as though the man was trying to figure something out about her from the nature of his questions.  But whatever he was looking for, Sylvie would not certainly not relinquish it for the world.  An immortal's life--well, it was a tricky business.  She couldn't allow herself give up information so easily.

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What an interesting bunch, it seemed.  But then again, it seemed that Ikebukuro was full of lively sort of people.  It almost reminded of her busy and bustling home of New York.

It was only an hour ago that she received some flyer about a restaurant from a tall and apparent Russian man, and she could not seem to find it anywhere.  Perhaps, the silver-haired woman's skills in reading the Japanese language was just a little rusty-- she hadn't finished Japan in quite a number of years--but no matter.  Maybe she could simply ask someone for help.  That seemed like the most logical thing to do.  She was lost, after all.

"Excuse me, but do you know where this restaurant is?" Sylvie asked, showing off the flyer.

"Now, don't say that!  You'll always be a kid to me," Sylvie teased him, grinning.  Now that she was finally reunited with the boy, she wouldn't let him out of her sight--or out of her arms--so easily.  She was always fond of the perpetually boyish youth Czeslaw, though he probably already knew that, and his presence often gave her rare comfort that she could only find in a select few people.  Just having someone you could be yourself around felt so refreshing and a relief to the silver-haired young woman.  How often Sylvie had wanted to be herself, and yet she was forced to put on a mask for others to see instead.

"Hmmm?  What do you mean by that?" she asked him slyly, hugging him from behind even more.  Sylvie chuckled, her smile not leaving her face.  If only Czeslaw wasn't immortal, he probably would have grown up so handsomely, but alas, he was forever bound to the body of a child and the wisdom of a three hundred year old immortal.  He would never grow up.  He would never know what it'd feel like to be an adult, to get married, have a family, or grow old.  He would never know of death--unless someone devoured him, that is.  Not that Sylvie would ever let that happen.  Besides, Czeslaw was far too cute to be devoured.

But she supposed that in the end, it didn't matter to Sylvie either because she would never have permit herself to have those very same luxuries as well.  Yes, she would never age or die unless she was devoured, but she chose to never marry or have a family, too. Developing those bonds meant falling in love, and that was the last thing she wanted right now or ever.  After what happened with Gretto, she could never allow herself to love or be bound to someone again.  No, Sylvie would probably end up wandering this world alone for eternity.  Better to be alone than to lose another person she cared about again.

Czeslaw didn’t have the time to answer as he was embraced be Sylvie. Maybe she really haddn’t changed at all. “Sylvie let me go! I’m not a kid anymore!” Czeslaw attempted to struggle himself away, his face filled with embarrassment for not being able to get away. Yet, he would never tell anyone that he enjoyed this kind of comfort. At least Elmer wasn’t around to see this. He gave a single sigh as to give up on attempting to break free, since it seemed she wouldn’t let him go any time soon. Czeslaw glanced up, feeling her chin on his head. “… Well that’s a good thing. Though it would depend on how you changed yourself.”

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On her way to some routine retail therapy, Sylvie was sitting on a bench, reading a book and waiting for the next train, when she saw a figure in her corner of her eye plop down on the other side of the bench next to her.  Now, this wasn't out of the ordinary.  Many people used the train as a source for transportation.  What was out of the ordinary was the giant wrench the blond-haired young man was carrying--that and his tacky blue clothes--now, that was certainly something you don't just see everyday, and Sylvie was an immortal.  She had seen many abnormal things, many abnormal things.  And yet, somehow, this ever-changing world just seemed to keep surprising her at every turn.  Sylvie returned her attention back to her book, but after a moment of deliberation, she relented and decided to break the ice.  If she was going to be stuck here for a while, she might as well make herself comfortable.  And it wasn't everyday you talk to someone with a big wrench, was it?

"So, where are you headed?" Sylvie asked the young man, her gaze not leaving the book in front of her.  She might as well start with some kind of conversation starter.