Indifference [Elizabeth Naarc]

[Olive]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Olive: "Hey hey hey."

Elizabeth: "Hello. How are you this evening?"

Olive: "I dont know. Indiferent. Yourself?"

Elizabeth: "Indifferent about what? And I suppose I could be more or less the same."

Olive: "Indifferent about how I am feeling right now." She shrugged, reaching up to slick her hand through her mohawk before sticking it out to the woman. "Im Olive!"

Elizabeth: "I am Elizabeth, Olive. It is nice to meet you. So, you are Mora's recent protégé, so to speak?" She took the offered hand and shook it lightly and slowly.

Olive: "Yep! I'm just lucky she was at the same place I was when I got shot." She gave a firm grip, but loosened it and allowed their hands to separate. "So, like, can I call you Liz?"

Elizabeth: "You can, most do now days." She laughed as she too pulled her hand back. "You were shot? Accidently, or?" She looked at the woman, her head tipping to the right slightly as she observed her physical traits.

Olive: "Cool!" She stuffed her hands in her pockets, staring at the woman with light brown chocolate eyes, blinking blankly at the question. Her fiery mohawk stood straight up, its orange and red colors seemingly extra vibrant with every movement. Her tee-shirt hung loosely over her chest, though there was a black spot dead center where her blood constantly stained her clothes from the wound that never seemed to heal. She nodded slowly then, not taking her eyes off the others even as she moved to place a palm into the back pocket of her jeans.

Elizabeth: Elizabeth nodded her head. "That seems to be a common trend lately in this city. Being shot or stabbed at, accidently. How unfortunate. So, tell me something about yourself, Olive? Is Olive your real name, or have you taken a name since your siring for whatever reason? I am not asking to know your real name if it is not, just curious is all."

Olive: Odd. She liked Liz, she liked the fact that the woman filled the awkward silence with her voice for Olive. And Olive raised a brow at the fact that she had already decided on liking Liz.
Interesting. She shook her head no. "Olive Sky. Born and raised as, at your service." She gave a slight bow, then looked up, still ducked in her bow, giving a coy grin, she righted herself slowly. "And, it kind of wasnt an accident? I was kind of asking for it."

Elizabeth: "Are you recently sired? I have never seen a wound last after a siring...at least not one that looks like that." She lifted a hand as if wanting to touch the woman, but instantly realized how innappropriate it was, so she laughed instead as he hand rested at her side again. "Apologies. My mind is sometimes faster than my body." She explained, as if the woman could understand such an explination. "Telepath." She said then, hoping the woman understood with Mora being her sire. "Well, Olive Sky, what path did you fall upon?"

Olive: She blinked. "Uhhh, its been over a month." She blinked again, not moving as the other went to touch her - though she didnt, Olive just blinked again at her hand, then down at her wound that left a black circle in the middle of her chest on her tee. She shrugged. "It just doesnt heal." She smirked then, reaching up to poke at it idly. She gave a soft wince, "And it hurts most of the time." She added idly dropping her free hand into the other back pocket of her jeans and rocking back on her heels. "Shadow." She smirked, looking down at the ground behind her, "which is ironic, I dont have one."

Elizabeth: Elizabeth nodded her head, her smile slowly faltering, but not enough for it to be noticeable, for she was still smiling. "Oh, then I fear it may never heal. I knew a man once. He was almost killed in a war and was sired by an old friend of mine. Anyways, his leg never reformed after being sired by her." She commented idly, before laughing at the comment. "Yes, it does seem ironic, does it not? I never understood that myself, but my husband has not one, nor any shadows have I known ever had one." She rolled her shoulders. "What is it you do? As a profession?" A spark of light filled her eyes at the question.

Olive: Olive just simply nodded at Liz, the way she continued to fill the silence with her idly conversational techniques. And Olive didnt mind, really, that only meant she didnt have to force a decision on which topic to discuss - she was thankfull that Liz was directing the conversation. She smiled warmly at that, at the fact that she already liked this woman. Though she was still struggling at trying to figure out why Mora had directed her to her? Mora, the oh so mysterious woman, never giving in on any heavy amount of information for Olive to fully understand anything. But Olive yet again, didnt mind. She shrugged. "Im jobless."

Elizabeth: "Oh. Before you were a vampire?" The woman's head tipped the other way, her blonde tresses falling the other way as she did so. "I was a seamstress and now...now I am a great many of things. Perhaps entrepreneur best describes the things I do. I can still sew, as well as knit. I dabble in hacking, own a flower shop, help in some city things and a few more other things." She stopped giving too much information, for she didn't want to seem egotistical, for she wasn't, Elizabeth just wanted to be well versed in as many things as she could be as quickly as possible. "Jobless is not all that bad. Your nights are yours to do with what you want. Perhaps that is the best place to be more times than not."

Olive: Olive scowled ever so lightly, after scrunching up her nose and shaking her head. No, Liz didnt know her that well, and it showed in her last statement. "No, I hate not having anything to fill my time. Having to make the decision to do something... Its annoying." She scrunched up her nose again and sighed out a very stale breath. "You sure do have a lot on your plate. Thats really cool! I like that." She nodded slowly, as if affirming to herself that she did indeed like the womans ability to juggle so much at once. Like a circus act, she thought, and she smiled a bit more at that thought. "Before, I was a rapper. Nothing special though." And that was the truth, though she purposefully failed to mention a degree in micro biology.

Elizabeth: "A rapper?" Elizabeth grew silent as she let her mind wander through the internet, thinking the word, "wrapper." The search confused her, so the woman did her best to piece some common sense to the word she thought. "Oh, you wrapped parcels and delivered them. Like a delivery service." She smiled a little more, nodding her head in understanding. "Mayhaps, Mora could hire you on her staff? If not her, perhaps someone in Noble or in Deux Corbeaux..." Her voice trailed off, thinking of all those that had businesses in various families.

Olive: Olive's head popped with a couple questions then. Though she refrained from spitting them out, like word vomit. How unattractive that would have been, just rattling off question after question. Instead, she shook her head and gave off a laugh. A genuine heartfelt laugh. "Oh no. No no, rapper. As in, Spin Master DJ. I went by the name DJ Slapdash. Did parties, weddings, private events, that sort of stuff." She raised a brow then, hoping that Liz had understood. Of course if she didnt, Olive had the patience to explain it further. Instead of waiting, she finally blurted her question. "Deux Corba-whata?"

Elizabeth: "Oh, you were a musician of sorts. Strange that the english language cannot just refer to one such as yourself as a musician and gives it a name that is close to something else." She waved a dismissive hand, thinking no more of it, really. "Deux Corbeaux." She said with a small smirk forming on her lips as the woman tried to pronounce it. "It is French." She explained, as if it needed explination. "It is a family. Mora has not mentioned it to you before?" Her head straightened as the woman blinked for the first time since they started conversing.

[Elizabeth]

---The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Olive: Olive had never even thought about the fact that the profession she had chosen as a human sounded so much like what candy bars came delivered in. Wrappers. Duh. She laughed again, nodding. That was a good one, she appreciated the humor in it and she smiled warmly at Liz. French. Well, Olive wasnt French. She was Irish. And it showed. "Nope. Mora likes to live in her shroud of mystery. And I let her. Im not a... inquisitive type, honestly. Im... indifferent." She used the word again, for the second time now to describe herself. She idly thought that she would have to come up with another one soon, before that one got boring.

Elizabeth: "Yes, you keep saying that. But, are you really?" Again, the head tipped. "I mean, surely you must have an opinion or feeling about something, or anything in the city? In this new life you found yourself in?" Elizabeth felt her lips flick in to an amused smile about this woman, this Olive Sky.

Olive: Raising both brows, she tipped her head to match Liz's exactly. Almost like a mirror, only the two looked nothing alike. She nodded slowly, even turning her head slightly to the side to emphasize it. "Pretty much. I get annoyed easily at having to make up my mind. Always have. Picking a person from a crowd to feed on? Yeah right. That takes hours and its actually slightly painful in the headache it gives me." She chuckled, making another joke. Vampires didnt get headaches. Did they?

Elizabeth: "Well, thankfully there are donors that are happy to sell their blood for a small price at the shops." She smiled a little more, her head nodding. "As for making up ones mind, we live forever, so what is the hurry? People hurry so much these days. Humans, vampires that were human not too long ago. I think you are doing things just fine." She smiled warmly, then looked around the area they were in. "How are you finding things in Noble, lately?"

Olive: She shrugged. "Its whatever." What she really should have said was, 'Huh?' As she wasnt entirely sure what Noble was. She knew she was Daradasi. That was where she was loyal, and she furrowed her brows in thought. "Is Mora apart of this Deux Corbeaux?" She bit on her bottom lip, determined to stop asking so many questions. It was starting to annoy her that she was so inquisitive.
Elizabeth: Elizabeth laughed at the statement and could almost find herself agreeing. It was, whatever. It was nothing, it could have been everything and yet, it was...something. It was, whatever. "She is, yes. She has been for some time. My brother is not the sirely type, so I took her in under my wing so to speak. Before Mora branched out on her own and made her own family, which you belong to."

Olive: And just as she had vowed to stop asking questions, ten more surfaced. And before she knew it, she was asking more. "So you're Helle-whatshisname's sibling?" She scratched at her face, "Why didnt she mention it to me..." She looked at the ground, a flurry of thoughts running rampent through her mind. "She is my family. I wonder if that has anything to do with she is constantly thinking about siring...?" She shrugged then, and if she could have kicked herself in the head she would have. God, how hard was it to just shut up?

Elizabeth: "Hellequin, yes." She nodded her head, giving a second confirmation. "Technically, though I do not think he sees any of us as siblings, cousins, mom, and so forth." She rolled her shoulders, not bothered by it. She knew how he felt about her and he knew how she felt about him and they had an understanding. They amused the other and enjoyed their bout of sibling rivlary. "The first, I know not the answer to. Usually I know of her childre within the first week. Mayhaps she wishes to keep you all to herself." Elizabeth let her eyes hold a dubious look to it. "And as for the siring thing, I know not that either, but I suspect she is lonely."

Olive: Olive furrowed her brows harder. She looked up, clearly perturbed. She shouldnt be lonely, she has me." She sighed then, shaking her head and bringing a hand up out of her back pocket to rub at the back of her neck. Giving a soft wince at the pain in her chest. Sighing again. "I just want her to be happy. You said Deux Corb is family?" And there was another damned question. She almost rolled her eyes at herself, but instead she stayed staring at Liz intently.
Elizabeth: "Dwayne, her husband is in the realms. Many of her childre are sleeping or also dead. Telepath's often find themselves lost in their thoughts and it is not always so nice." She rolled her shoulders in thought. "It is, yes. I helped create it years ago, unhappy with Noble; our shared bloodline."

Olive: Dwayne. And there was that name again, and Olive actually frowned. This man had caused Mora so much pain, and yet all Mora had told her was that she loved him. What kind of sick sadistic relationship was that? She shook her head and blinked, still rubbing at the back of her neck. "Unhappy... seems right." She chewed on her bottom lip idly.

Elizabeth: "Well, hopefully he will be back soon. Shamus, my husband was working on trying to do that, I believe." She said casually, not certain on how that outcome would be if he managed the feat. "It is good that she has you and Jossy to keep her attached to this plane and not the other two." Her smile fell again at the comment of planes, but offered no further suggestion, just assuming the woman knew what she spoke of. "And, whilst you are ensuring Mora's happiness, are you happy?"

Olive: She raised both her brows at that question. Was it not common for other people's happiness to be dependant on whether or not she was happy? No, she was sure it was. "If Mora is happy, Im happy." She shrugged lightly and dropped her hand back to to her back pocket, giving a soft reassuring smile. "It takes a lot to get me down, trust me. But Mora... she just means so much to me. I hate to see her so sad all the time." She admitted, scuffing her low top converse against the ground.

Elizabeth: Elizabeth pondered the answer and would reflect on it later. The sire-childe relationship was different for all sirings, she knew that better than most. "And so, are you two happy? If not, what can be done do you propose to fix the unhappiness you two experience?"

Olive: "I dont know." The words came out before she even had time to think them, and Olive blinked. Was it the truth? Most likely. That, and she problably didnt even want to think about it. Too much effort. "Im not going to family therapy, count me out." She grinned, making a joke, then shrugged. "I think it helped that I sired, recently. Lennore. Woman was choking, I had little choice to eiter save her or watch her die." Olive pursed her lips lightly, "Mora actually answered my indecision for me... Mora wouldnt have let her die. So I didnt."

Elizabeth: She smiled at that. Mora wouldn't let anyone die, at least not anything innocent. It wasn't in her nature. "Family therapy? I hardly intend to take part in such a thing myself. It is just a shame she is so unhappy with everything else going on around her at the moment." She sighed, clearly bothered by it. "Perhaps with a new addition to her blood, that might allevite some of the unhappiness." She blinked for the second time, realizing some time had gone by without blinking. It could be unsettling to some newer vampires and was to humans, so the woman had to remind herself to do so every once in a while. "I had heard about you, upon the Deux Corbeaux Crownet and was curious about thee. I am glad Mora passed on my cellular device number. It has been a delightful evening.

Olive: Man, this chick was proper. And it was refreshing to Olive, that she spoke as such, so... uniquely. She liked that a lot. She chuckled softly when Liz admitted that not even she would take part in the therapy, she smiled warmly at her, the smile warming her eyes to make her vibrant brown hues look like molten chocolate. She raised her brows then, and looked interested. "You have a crownet too? Ive been spamming the crap out of the Daradasi one. Its been fun." She chuckled again, glancing to the ground then back up. "I have enjoyed myself, I do believe, Liz. I'm quite positive we will see each other again soon." She pointed to Liz, then herself. "Some things... just work out."

Elizabeth: "We do, the Deux Corbeaux do." She nodded her head, then felt her brow raise in amusement at Olive's gesture. "Yes, things do have a way of working themselves out, don't they?" Elizabeth tilted her head again, her thoughts working in multiple directions as she did this. "Be certain to spend a few minutes online this evening, before sunrise Olive. Do have a good evening." With that, the woman was whisked away by a summon.

[Olive]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Olive: {text} I have these chems for you still, if you still wanted them?

Elizabeth: I do indeed! I had forgotten, I apologize, Olive. How are you, by the way? I see you are quite the killing machine.

Olive: Im doing alright, I do miss my sire though, I havent seen her in some time now. I have my fun here and there.

Elizabeth: Yes, I have noticed she is quite quite lately. It does worry me. -The woman replied back with quick fingers on the keypad of her cellular device.- She was in my garden earlier, but left and has no returned for a few nights now.

Olive: You have a garden?

Elizabeth: I have many of them. -She laughed as she typed it out.- Two in my penthouse, then one in the family home. I plan on attaining more some evening, but at this time, it is just not in my plans.

Olive: She turned down the street and started to whistle a soft tune as she typed a reply. {text}Neat! I would like to see them all soon! What are you up to right now? We could meet up, I can give you these chems.

Elizabeth: Elizabeth looked around, not certain how she had managed to get to where she was, perhaps it was the desire to see Mora, or something else, as her thoughts were split between various things.- Outside of the library, it seems. What would you like for the chemicals, Olive?

Olive: Looking down to read the text, she canted her head to the side with a goofy grin as she read it. Chuckling, she looked up to see Elizabeth perched on the steps just outside of the library as she walked up on her. Ironic, she thought, that Liz had found herself at the very place Olive had been staying recently - her sire had made sure to give her a key to every place she owned in the city. "Well now isnt that funny." She smiled and reached the woman, leaning to give her a brief hug, "You know you can just have the chems, if it was more I'd ask for something but its not. Mora usually just inspires me for the stuff I give her."

Olive: She shrugged, rocking back on her heels and resting a hand on the hilt of her sword; the scabbard that was attached to her hips beltloop securely gleamed a green in the moonlight from the emeralds that danced up the side of it.

Elizabeth: Funny indeed. -The woman agreed with a nod of her head as she saw Olive before her. The woman gave her a hug, which was unexpected, but was reciprocated none the less with a large smile.- If I could inspire thee, I would. I can, however try and do a ritual that will help thee in some mannerism tonight or tomorrow. If that would suffice. I need to practice anyways, or I am afraid I will lose those skills. -Her blue hues fell to the sword and they grew in size.- Where did you find such a beautiful item? I would be afraid to use it in battle, should it ever break.

Olive: Olive nodded, grinning. That would do quite nicely, and it killed two birds with one stone, so she most certainly couldnt argue. She enjoyed that she was being of so much assistance to the one her sire had grown to look up to. And Olive could most certainly understand why she had. Liz was kind, smart, had a good sense of humor (from what Olive could tell,) and enjoyed gardening. She was by all definitions accourding to Olive, cool. "Sure, that'll work! Sounds fun, though I dont deal with that stuff. I like stealing way more. Such an adrenaline rush." She grinned and glanced down to her sword, then back up, "Mora gave it to me. Its never going to break, at least thats what she tells me. I took it as a challenge." She laughed.

Elizabeth: I would love to get the name of the person who made such a blade. It is quite stunning and to know it should never break... -Elizabeth mused aloud, glad she had a gun of such magnatude, but no sword to match it yet.- And wonderful. Perhaps I will try and do the one that gives us a little perk in our steps (energy) then. -She smiled warmly at Olive, then looked around the library.- Were you going inside? I do not wish to keep thee from anything... -The woman trailed off slowly.-

Olive: Olive shrugged and shook her head. "I wasnt really doing anything... I was just out for a stroll honestly and had found myself walking in circles. This is the fifth time I've been around the block." She sighed and brought her free hand up to rub at the back of her neck and offer Liz a smile of her own. "You'll have to ask Mora, I dont know their name. Though I'm looking to make a better one... if yours isnt as good as this one, you can have this one when I do. Promise." She nodded. It was the least she could do for the woman who was keeping her company while her sire seemed MIA. Olive only hoped that she wasnt out getting burned all over again.
Olive: She didnt like seeing her sire hurt, not at all... though she would gladly help her dress any wounds she had again - she just hoped she didnt have any as of right now.

Elizabeth: Funny. I too seemed to have been walking around, not doing much of anything. I had thought of going in to that raid, but I currently find it boring going between the first, second and third floor and making little progress. Besides, I dislike being too far away from certain things or people for too long. -The woman added with a warm smile.- And ask her I will, when I see her again. I suppose she is tucked away doing rituals or somethng with a computer. -The woman found herself amused with how similiar the two of them were, even if they were centuries apart.- Thank you for these and for the tip on the sword.

Olive: She chuckled. "I was in the raid this morning... those wolves are lots of fun!" She grinned, tightening her grip around her sword, she then loosened it again and ground her palm against the end of it lightly with a smirk. She liked the way that Liz spoke, that older tongue of sorts and it only made her more intrigued in the woman and the story she was sure the woman had to tell. She shook her head and motioned with a thumb to the library. "I have the chems upstairs, if you want to come in?"

Elizabeth: Certainly. -Elizabeth nodded her head, still smiling as she thought about what Olive had to say about the raid. Yes, it was fun, but she found herself bored with the repetitiveness of trying to find a key, just like everyone else in there. Her mind felt slower, as her body worked harder in there than it had before. She climbed two stairs in silence before returning her attention to Olive.- How goes other things? What are you currently working on in regards to your training? Physical, mental or social traits?

Olive: "Physical. Speed, and evasiveness." She headed up the steps to, shoving her hand in her pocket to retrieve the key Mora had given to her the night after her turning. Pulling it out, she reached the door first and stuffed the key into the lock, opening it for Liz. Once the to were inside she crossed to the alarm pad and punched in the code, then moved to the stairs up to the apartment that was the place she had claimed as residence lately. "I've also been working on my mechanics. Im hoping to get in on the future stealth raids soon. Tried my hand at the last one and got my *** handed to me. And a heafty bounty to work off afterwards too."

Olive: She chuckled and opened the apartment door, holding that one open for Liz too, splaying a hand towards the open door with a genuine smile to her.

Elizabeth: "Do be careful." Elizabeth said after listening and walking. "If you are seen on the list, more than once, unfortunate things may come your way, Olive." Elizabeth looked around the apartment before entering, the woman nodding her head in approval. she wasn't approving of the things that were or were not in there, just making certain things seemed in some form of order that appeared safe for the both of them. "I do enjoy the raids, the stealth ones more than the other kind and had gotten to the top floors in most before I was caught and had to flee." Elizabeth stood in the middle of the main area of the apartment, not certain where Olive would like to continue their conversation at.

Olive: Olive raised her brows at the simple statement of 'unfortunate things'. She watched Liz carefully. This woman had just shown concern for her, had shown an emotion of caring towards Olive and it surprised her a little. How wonderful it felt, to have people that cared. She couldnt help but chuckle and shake her head, moving to the kitchen to reach up in the cabinets for four containers that looked like unmarked cans of coffee. Stacking them expertly and crossing over to Liz, she handed them over to the woman and grinned. "You could teach me a thing or two then?" She wouldnt mind learning those skills from Liz, learning how to handle herself in a stealth raid way better than she had proved the first time around. "Mora doesnt do them."

Elizabeth: Elizabeth looked at the cans strangely, took them as they were offered and then nodded her head. "I certainly can, but I must admit...it boils down to tactic and patience." Elizabeth raised a thin brow. "Do you possess those things, Olive?" Elizabeth looked down at the coffee cans, but made no incling to want to know what was in them, or a motion to try and open them. She believed all good things come to those who wait and was a testament to it, a few times over.

Olive: She chuckled and shrugged, her hands free now so she moved to remove her belted scabbard that held her sword and set it against the wall off the side before motioning to the couch in front of the coffee table that was pointed at the fireplace in the main room they were in. She moved then to take a seat, leaning back to cross her arms over her chest and her leg over the other at the knee. "I have those things, if I need them."

Elizabeth: Elizabeth followed the red haired woman's indication and took a seat on the couch. "Well, then it boils down to having the right tools on you. Knock out bombs are nice, electronic picks for those you cannot unlock, false alarms, a device that scrambles cameras. Also, there is a shadow power that is quite useful in such things. I use it often for things such as these. They help avoid guards." Elizabeth set the coffee cans down on the table, her eyes making sure they are lined up side by side in an orderly fashion before her attention moves back to Olive. "I can make most, if not all those items, should I have the required supplies." She smiled warmly at the woman as she crossed her ankles together and placed her hands in her lap.

[Elizabeth]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Olive: "Ohhh. I've seen a few of those things in the shops... are they cheaper just to make them?" She raised her brow at Liz, showing the woman her hands and how tough they looked. "Mora says that I could make lots of stuff too, if I wanted to." She looked down at her hands then recrossed them over her chest lightly, being careful of the wound that seemed would never heal. She tipped her head to the side, her hair that stood straight up grazing the back of the couch. "I think I have the power? I turned invisible for a day and a half two days ago before I could actually control it." She chuckled and shook her head a little.

Elizabeth: "If you have the required items, then yes, they are cheaper to get then getting them on auctions." She nodded her head before continuing. "As for the power, if you have the energies and the magic properties, then use it in time of only great need. When you think you may be spotted, such as around corners where you hear guards approaching as the power does not last forever, you see."

Olive: Nodding lightly, she smiled warmly to Liz. Mora had taken to this woman, and Olive could clearly see why. She was just so kind... and Olive sometimes had a hard time remembering that this woman was not her grandsire because she was so much like her sire. She couldnt help but smile at Liz, that warm smile that warmed her eyes to that of a melted chocolate. "I understand, Liz. Maybe get me a list of all the items I'll need? And I'm sure those things dont last for forever... so I should stock for multiples I'm assuming?"

Elizabeth: "Yes, the more you have the better." She smiled, as a hand moved to the side of the couch to rest there. "For instance, you may need a few lock picks as there are key cards hidden behind doors on guards in rooms. If you cannot open that lock, then you will be stuck with no choice but having to leave somehow." She laughed, thinking how silly that would be, but might happen. It had never happened to her, but it possibly could. "And I would be glad to make thee a list of items needed. Noise makers work, but only sometimes, so I rarely bother with them, in all honesty."

Olive: Listening intently, she gave a slow nod as Liz spoke. She raised a brow as the woman laughed, and her smile returned to her lips. She liked hearing the woman laugh. It made her smile and the way it echoed off the walls in the apartment made her remember the first time she heard Mora laugh, the way it echoed off the very same walls. Eerie, how alike they are. She just stared at Liz, not blinking her brown eyes. "Thanks so much Liz. I mentioned the raid to Mora and she said she didnt bother with them... so I wasnt sure who else to ask about it. Im glad you said something. I've been looking for people to help me out in that area. Cause well, I just cant see myself doing those silly rituals."

Elizabeth: "I think she is more a ritualist, though perhaps in time, with hearing you like such a thing, and knowing others who do it like myself, Taranto and a few others, she may change her mind in time. We do have a lot of it on our hands, remember." She smiled. "I can think of a few things off my mind that you will need. Electronics, boxes and boxes of them. Poison chemicals, ballons of the water kind and the other they sell in the stores and sewer fungi." The woman looked back down to the coffee cans, her head tilting slightly. "I did not know you were able to drink coffee." She mused aloud, her blue orbs looking back over at Olive.

Olive: Olive furrowed her brows after taking a mental note as to what she would need. She blinked, trying to figure out what Liz had meant by that. "I cant..." Suddenly her eyebrows raised and a slow smile spread over her lips, shaking her head as she brought a hand up to rub at the back of her neck. "I cant. I didnt have anything to store the chems in while I was in the chemical plant itself... so I had to find something. That was all I could find in the breakroom that would work well enough. I'm sure those people were wondering who had come in in the middle of the night just to dump out their coffee and steal the empty cans." She chuckled again, uncrossing her legs to recross them the other way.

Elizabeth: She looked at the woman, then nodded her head in understanding. Another laugh parted her lips, before the eyes returned to the canisters. "What an intriguing mind you have. You must venture to the Illusionist path and even that of the Telepath. I think it would expand your mind just a little more and the possibilities could be endless." Elizabeth sat further back on the couch in an attempt to get comfortable as she looked around the living room. "Thank you for those once again."

Olive: The living room was full of bookshelves on almost every space of wall, one of the walls containing a fireplace with a mantle above it that was full of odd items that Mora and Olive had been collecting. She raised her brows again and tipped her head to the side in thought, her bottom lip being pulled in to tease between her pearly whites for a moment while she thought. Her hand slid from the back of her neck and into her hair, running her fingers through it to the front of her head before dropping it to take its place back crossed over her chest loosely. Glancing to the coffee cans, she grinned.

Olive: "If thats what tipped you off about my mind being intriguing, then you are most certainly observative. Usually it takes people weeks to realize that there is just something a little different about the way I think." She pulled her hand out and made like an inch between her forefinger and thumb, as if she was saying that that was the exact measurement of difference in the way she thought than other people did.

Olive: She grinnd more broadly, chuckling as she shook her head and yet again put her hand back to crossing her arms over her chest. "And dont mention it. I dont mind handing them over to you - to me, it suits a good cause." She nodded reassuringly to Liz and shrugged, "Im on my way to Telepath right now - I tracked down Chematt today in fact and got him to let me in on the summoner secrets." She beamed, clearly proud of her progress. She was so new at all of this, and yet here she was learning so fast how things worked around here and how to better herself in the process.

Elizabeth: Elizabeth rolled her shoulders slightly. "A Telepath first and foremost. It is our field to be observant, so to speak. There is little I miss, though I comment so rarely on things, as most times it is not my place to make such comments." She looked back down at the cans, as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, before continuining. "I think you will like that bridge. It is always nice to steal someone away for a night or two when they least expect it." She laughed, as if recalling a fond memory.

Olive: Olive raised a brow inquisitively at Liz with a coy smirk dashing her lips. Now that certainly did sound like fun, and she was far from complaining about it - though she didnt have anyone in particular in mind about stealing aside from Mora. She missed her sire, and hoped that soon she would be able to catch up to her and be able to give her the ritual items she had been collecting for her. Always collecting for her sire, her pockets were never empty. And that was a good thing, cause she was never sure when someone would need something in particular. "I think I'll like it too. It seems to suit me just perfectly already."

Olive: She raised a hand and slid it in a half arc over the air just in front of her, "Olive, the summoner." She laughed, "It has a nice ring to it."

Elizabeth: She watched the woman, her blue hues lighting up ever so slightly. "You are quite an interesting specimen, though that seems a little cold to say. Specimen. I just never expected Mora to sire someone like you. Then again, my first female childe is far from mysely." Elizabeth reflected on Lisa just a little bit, but never said the woman's name. "I think you will do her some good. Now, and later." Elizabeth left it at that, her eyes back on the cans. "I think, that perhaps I should get to leaving. I wish to try and make you some things before I retire for the evening." The woman stood slowly, as if second guessing her decision. "I enjoy your company, do not think otherwise, however, my mind seems to work faster than my body and I am almost always so tired."

Olive: She grinned at Liz, giving a soft shrug at her words of 'specimen'. If she wanted to see her that way, then sure, who was Olive to stop her. She narrowed her eyes slightly on Liz at the mention of her first childe, and almost asked her about her - Liz had most certainly left Olive in an inquisitive state when it came to her and who she was but before she could formulate a decent question Liz was standing and Olive followed suit - standing slowly as Liz had while she furrowed her brows at her words. She waved a hand at the air in front of her lightly and then moved to shove them deep in her pockets. "Nawh, you're fine! Dont even think I thought that. Its not like Im holding you hostage here!" She chuckled, and moved to step to the front door again. "Make me things? Like what?" She asked lightly, strolling slowly to the door.

Elizabeth: "You will see when I gift them to thee." Elizabeth said after waggeling a finger in the air at the woman. "Patience, remember?" Elizabeth teased, ever so lightly at the woman once she came to be at the door. "When I have crafted them, I will give thee a call, or an email. Which ever my mind wishes to do at the moment. Sometimes, it even is unpredictable to myself." She laughed, though her eyes seemed to imply that the woman's mind did wander further than she liked at times. "Do have a good evening, Olive and when I am done crafting the items, I will contact thee post haste!" She did not wait for the door to open, instead the woman pulled out an old book, closed her eyes and vanished.

Olive: She chuckled and nodded slowly, blinking lightly as she smirked. "Yeah yeah, I remember. It just seemed natural to ask." She stared at Liz again, unsure of how to take her second statement. What did she mean, that she was unpredictable to herself? Olive herself was unpredictable, if that was even the best word to describe her incredibly odd nature - and if that unnerved Liz even in the slightest then Olive's unpredictability would probably eventually do so as well. Though Olive had a feeling Liz had grown to taking a liking to her, and so she didnt say anything. She moved to open the door and tell Liz to enjoy her night as well, but just as her hand grasped the handle Liz had vanished out of thin air.

Olive: "Cucumbers and eggs!" She blinked, standing there dumb founded. She'd never seen anyone teleport before, and she couldnt help the shock that was on her face. She laughed then, and shook her head. "Of course she doesnt need to use the door. How unpredictable." She chuckled and made her way back over to the couch, pulling her phone out of her pocket to send a random text to her sire.