Keara arrives back at the asylum to find that Enver was already waiting for her. She could have kicked herself for not using her Home Bound tome sooner but then had she of done that she’d of been presuming that he would in fact be free to speak with her that night. After he’d had a long week of barely functioning, she probably should have assumed that he had better things to do than stop by and catch her up on what happened to him. His sire was probably waiting for the same conversation and as that thought crossed her mind she felt a little guilty for asking him over so soon. “Greetings Enver. Glad I am that you time for me have. Sure I am that others more deserving your attention also require.”This RP took place at Aithne Asylum on Saturday 19th October 2013.
Enver got up from the chair by the computer desk he was sitting at when she appeared, grinned and tipped his hat at her. He listened to her words, put his hat on and shrugged. "I've already made contact with a few people. Seems most are still sleeping." He cleared his throat after that. "How've you been the last week?" He extended a hand at the chair next to him, and waited for her to sit as he put his hat down at the side of his body.
Keara seats herself in the chair Enver indicated. “My week better than yours has been. That much true is. Know I do not how functioned you did. Your instincts very strong must be.” The fact that he had already reached out to others calmed her slightly, as she didn’t want to be stealing him away from his family when they too likely had questions regarding his recent condition. “Worried I did for you. Quite severe your injuries were.”
Enver: He sat after she did, in the chair he had been in, the fedora being placed on his lap. "I'm not really sure where I went to, but Hannah pointed me in the right direction a few times." He chuckled and unbuttoned his suit coat, then sat back in the chair. At this point she would probably see the scar in his hairline, given to him by Phoenix when her blade sunk its way in to his head. "I'm really not sure what I did all week. Besides do some stupid business transactions it seems." He laughed as he pulled out a cigar from his case. "You mind?"
Keara sat a little awkwardly in the seat. After a few moments of trying to sit normally, she bent down and began unlacing her chunky leather ankle boots. “Mind I do not,” came her reply as she looked up at him through her loose hanging dreads as she still grappled with her laces. Having unlaced the boots, she used the toe of one boot on the heel of the other to slip one off and then vice versa, kicking the boots to one side, as she sat back up. “Probably should have asked if mind you do if comfortable I get,” she smoothed her dreads back with the palms of her hand and looked quickly from him to the floor, a very slight flush of colour appearing in her cheeks. In an effort to help hide the momentary slip of emotion that showed on her face, she let her hair fall forward again, as she pulled her feet up onto the chair and wrapped her arms around her shins.
Enver: He nodded, then lit the pre-cut cigar when she gave her two cents on the matter. He watched her motions, a grin pulling on the corner of his lips before he chuckled softly at her words. "It's your place." He replied, finding it odd she'd ask his opinion on the matter. "So how bad was it?" Enver took a deep inhale in, as if he hadn't had a cigar in ages and he hadn't. At least not in the last week. "What happened was my doing, you know. I apologize for making you worry. It wasn't my intent to make anyone worry." He exhaled the smoke from his chest, away from her as he looked around the main floor. "Thanks for inviting me here. It's a nice place you've got." He tugged at his collar with his free hand and allowed his eyes to look back at her, noticing how she seemed to be hiding from him. For now, he would shrug it off as a shadow trait and so he didn't comment on it at this time.
Keara: She nodded when he acknowledged that it was her place and was thankful that she hadn’t offended him. As much as she was able to control her actions in the wider world, it seemed that once she was home, a part of her relaxed and allowed her quirks to shine through whether she wanted them too or not. As he explained his situation, she plucked gently at her red and black stripped tights. The way she sat would have been inappropriate had he been seated across from her but as it was, there was no-one there, besides Deanna. Otherwise she’d of practically been flashing him what with the fact that the short black skirt and tights left little to the imagination from that angle. His explanation confused her. “Thank you,” her tone was quizzical as she reacted to his comment on her home. The questions she had about his injuries however weren’t going to allow for a change of subject to occur so soon. “Your doing you say? Understand that I do not. Why would you wish such injuries inflicted upon yourself?”
Enver: When she thanked him, Enver had assumed that she would move past the other topic at hand mostly because he had said it was his doing. When she circled back to it, the male cleared his throat and thought best how to explain it. "What I mean is, Phoenix kept me alive when a good handful of people would have had me killed." Enver took another breath in of the cigar which allowed him a few seconds before continuing. "I had almost fourteen hundred bucks on my head. I knew I couldn't work it all off in time, and so, given my history with a certain group, I knew they'd be coming for me. I called someone and somehow she was right. We tricked the Crow I guess." He wasn't sure how best to explain it because he didn't know how it was possible. "My offense vanished when she spared my life, but left me unable to do much of anything."
Keara: She turned her head to the side and looked at him after he explained the situation more fully, resting her head on the back of her legs as she did so. It still didn’t sit well with her but to a certain extent it was understandable. If she was right, he was trying to avoid being killed for a bounty and she could definitely understand the desire to try and avoid a trip to the Shadow Realm. What she couldn’t understand though however is why he didn’t have someone come and take care of him if he knew he would be in such a state. “Perhaps understand you better now I do. Remember I do that share a dislike of the dark realm we do. Though…” she wondered if she could bring herself to ask such a personal question and then without much thought blurted out before a conscious decision on the matter could be made. “If knew you did that injured you would be. Why did you no-one ask to watch you while heal you did?” As if realising she’d stepped over a boundary and had in fact assumed that he hadn’t contacted anyone, she quickly added. “Offer you a drink I should have. Remiss I have been in that. Which of the bottles sent me do you wish to try? Predator or Knowledge?”
Enver: He was glad when she changed the subject with the mentioning of wine. "Lady's choice. They're your gift." He had no preference, truth be told, the male was just glad they could both enjoy the gift. "I sent a message out to River, my sire. She's not the best with electronics. I've not thought of a way to contact her more easily than that, I'm afraid." He wasn't a telepath and hadn't the urge to go down that path yet, so the whole mind speaking thing wasn't going to happen for a while yet. "My, family, as people call it is a bit small. I left Grigori not long after being sired over some things said by some people there about my sire and those she sired, though no one really knew most of us to have an opinion." He shrugged, not really giving it much more thought than that. "I'm used to swinging things in this life." He added with a chuckle.
Keara: She didn’t dare move while he spoke and wondered if perhaps they should move elsewhere in the building, as while the ‘waiting room’ was perfectly comfortable, there was a lounge in which he might be more comfortable. Him being the main consideration for the move, as she was quite comfortable in almost any location seeing as she came from an era/life that wasn’t exactly synonymous with comfort. “Perhaps continue this conversation we should in more comfortable surroundings.” There was no hint of sexual motivation in her words and yet it was entirely possible that her words could have been taken that way. Not being the sort make sexual connotations from innocent phrasings, that fact was entirely lost on her however. “If go up the stairs there you do,” she said uncurling and pointing to the stairs off to her side. “Then to the left go. A lounge there you will find. Make yourself comfortable in there you can. And fetch the wine I shall. If that acceptable is?”
Enver: "Sure." He nodded, not really caring where they talked at. He, for some odd reason didn't believe himself to be in any danger around the woman, so she could have suggested they go anywhere else and he would have been fine with it. He stood after snatching his hat up and put it back on his head, then took one last look around the room before he started off that way. He stopped to spin on his heels and pointed over his shoulder at the place she directed him to. "I'll see you in there then." The whole thing was strange, but not in an unnerving sort of way. Just strange she was making a big deal about him being comfortable. Didn’t he just spend seven days in who knows where? He wrote it as the woman being an elder and having come from a time when that was probably something people did when guests came. He headed up the stairs, to the left and to the lounge where he took in the new decor as he circled the room, waiting for her.
Keara: She waited till he got to his feet before standing herself, looking down at her toes as she stretched them slightly and wriggled them inside her tights before making her way to the office she’d placed the wine in. She picked up each bottle in turn and looked them over, deciding that perhaps the Predator bottle which contained shark blood might be the more adventurous choice of the two. As she made her way towards the lounge, the bottle in her right hand and two glasses held with the stems between the fingers of her left hand, she let the tips of the fingers on her left hand trail along the wall. As she walked in to the lounge, she made her way to the coffee table and placed them both down. “Sit you may. And take your jacket off, if more comfortable like that you would be. Choose I did for the Predator wine. Tasted it before most likely you have.”
Enver: It seemed as if he wasn't leaving any time soon, though he didn't mind. He had showered after what he had guessed was the better part of a week and slipped in to one of his suits and headed to all his offices after letting people know in his own way that he was back to normal, sans the new scar from Phoenix. He slipped out of the brown suit coat, which would reveal a pink button down with a purple tie. He sat as he tugged off the tie as well, stuffed it in his suit coat pocket and laid the coat on one of the arms of the sofa's, as he focused on the bottle of wine. "I haven't. So I'm hoping it'll be alright. If not, I'll apologize in advance." He then unbuttoned the top of his button down and put the hat on top his suit coat. "Deanna is your sister, you said? How come, if I can ask, she hasn't come back like we do?"
Keara: As he made himself comfortable, she cast an eye over the room and contemplated where she would sit. She never sat in the sofas, so that wasn’t an option. Instead she had to decide between sitting on the coffee table or moving it and sitting on the floor. In the end she decided to go with the option that involved the least effort. Before she seated herself cross legged on the glass surface however, she went over to the cabinet and retrieved a corkscrew. Not being familiar with the bottles themselves she didn’t actually know how to open them though and was a little too ashamed to say as much. “Perhaps poor the wine for us you could. While explain I do the story of my sister. Knew I did not that here she was. Else I’d of sought her while we both trapped in that dark place were. When called out for a wraith I did. It was she who answered. Faded more in there she had, so return as flesh she could not. Know not why. Though younger than I she was, when died she did.”
Enver: "Sure." He leaned forward on the couch to snag the bottle and the corkscrew from her, making sure not to touch her, or touch her as little as possible, given their encounters seemed to indicate she wasn't comfortable with much (or any, maybe) physical contact. With both items in one of his hands, Enver put the corkscrew in the middle (best he could tell) and started spinning the thing down, careful not to spin the bottle with it. Once it was as far as it could get, Enver snapped the metal piece down on the front of the bottle and lifted it with the other side of the double hitch. Once that was done, he poured her a glass of the shark blood, then him and set the bottle down on the surface Keara was now on as he listened to her story about her sister. "There are rituals I hear. Maybe one of those can help her and you out?" He then handed her the glass of wine, holding from above as he passed it to her.
Keara: “Consider that perhaps I shall when proof I have that such a ritual work can on spirits such as her,” she said with a slight nod of her head. She shifted slightly where she sat, smoothing down the ruffles of her skirt as best she could, while she resisted the urge to play with the hem. When he offered her the glass, she took it and brought it up level with her lips. Instead of drinking however she sniffed at it and then stared into the glass, not really knowing if the scent of it was something she liked or not. She’d had an equally confusing time with the ’Bloody Marys’ she’d drunk at Lancaster’s. Not being overly familiar with bottle blood of any sort, she started at it while she continued the conversation. “How are things in your family now? Broking away from your clan a certain strength must take. Thankful I am that fracture my lineage as yet has not become.”
Enver: He watched her with an amused smile before he decided to just take a sip of the wine, not knowing how it'd taste. He still wasn't sure after the quick sip, so he'd work on it again after he answered her question. "It's quiet to be real honest. River was dead a lot the last year or so. Melody, she's one of mine is doing things with her wife, Darien's been a right sh-" He stopped to keep from swearing. "He's had a rough break lately and I think because he's one of mine, some people have it out for him." He shrugged. "When I was a human, I came from a small family, so I'm sort of used to the quiet in the aspect of family." He took another sip of the wine, this one a longer lasting one then the previous. "It's not bad, you know. Swallowable." He teased her with a cheeky grin. "Have to admit, I don't think I know many Vedarian's."
Keara: She pulled her eyes from the substance in the glass just long enough to see him flash her a cheeky grin. “Small we are in number. And quiet in general. Seems my clan after my path take in general, as few of mine in public speak.” She looked up again, her eyes connecting with his just long enough to convey her sincerity as she said, “Sorry I am to hear of the misfortunes of your sire and childe.” The liquid was calling to her and she couldn’t bring herself to sip at like a lady should. Instead she gripped the stem with her left hand and dipped her right forefinger into the blood. Then when a sufficient amount of the liquid clung to her skin, she raised the finger into the air, put her head back and let the liquid drip into her mouth. Satisfied with taste of it, despite the fact that she found it to be more acrid than blood of the human variety, she then brought her finger to her lips and sucked it clean as she looked back to Enver. For a moment there was no sign of embarrassment in her actions, but then she quickly wiped her finer on her skirt and cupped the glass with both hands looking down into the murky contents once more.
Enver: He watched her as she talked, her words barely audible as he focused more on her actions with the wine than anything else. His brows knit together when he saw what she was doing, because it seemed she was testing the contents of the wine. Why hadn't he thought of that? "Good idea. Checking for toxins or poisons." He nodded approvingly before continuing. "I can't vouch what kind of person the seller is to be real honest." She worked for Tytonidae and had tried to kill him a couple of times. "Better to be safe than sorry." He grinned wider, his eyes back on his own glass as he swirled the red liquid around in it, checking it out for the first time. "Does it taste funny to you?" Slowly, his paranoia was starting to build. If she was worried about something, then maybe he should be too.
Keara: “Test for toxins?” her tone was inquisitive in nature as she sniffed at the contents of the glass again. “Perhaps that possible is but…” A slight colour rose in her cheeks but it faded as quickly as it appeared. “Confess I must that glass vessel unusual method of drinking is…for me.” She lowered the glass till it rested on her skirt, the liquid still begging to be played with. The longer she stared at it, the more the impulse to dip her finger in it again rose within her. To avoid embarrassing herself further she closed her eyes and tried to force the compulsion from her mind. When her mind calmed, she brought the glass to her lips and took a sip from it as she did so, a small amount escaped from the vessel and ran down he chin. Without thinking she brushed it away with the back of her hand and then licked the residue from her skin.
Enver: He looked at the glass then her, almost forgetting that the two had very different paths, which meant she didn't enjoy the past times he did. "Sorry. I didn't even think." Enver cleared his throat as she closed her eyes, thinking how to repair the awkwardness she was feeling. "If there's a better way for you, I'd not be offended or mind. I once drank wine from a tumbler on my boat." He laughed, though he wasn't sure she'd understand it. "A large plastic cup. Do what works for you." He grinned at about the time she licked the back of her hand. "Do you often watch over helpless individuals?" He wanted to get to the root of her concern for him. Was he really in that bad of shape?
Keara: Opening her eyes once more she looked to Enver, suddenly aware of her behaviour and the fact that she might have insulted him. “Oh no,” she said quickly. “Blood in bottled form quite new to me is. Gift most thoughtful was. New experiences always good are. Vessel’s for drinking such things the issue is. Drunk only from the vein I have for some two hundred years. Odd it is to drink from vessels of any kind. Glass odd texture has too. Such a thing we did not have when human I was.” She was very open and honest about her past and as she elaborated on that she almost forgot to answer the question last posed to her. “As for helpless individuals. Honestly done that I have not before. This side of the Realm that is. Look after my childer would. If ever found them in such a way. Worried I was for you. Right it felt over you to watch.” Keara didn’t move as she spoke. The glass resting once more in her lap. There was a small part of her that wanted to pour the contents into her palm and lap the substance up like an animal but thankfully she had enough willpower to hold that kind of behaviour at bay.
Enver: "Huh." He didn't know what to say about the latter part of her words, so he picked up his wine glass and took another sip of it, a long one. They shared no blood connection, but she felt it right to watch over him. "It's what friends do, I guess. Look out for the other." At this point, he'd be willing to consider Keara a friend, even if she hadn’t looked out for him. They spent a great bit of time together talking and doing things, so it seemed a fair assumption on his end. "So, I was thinking, being friends and all, that maybe we could go see Lady. That's my boat. I know you can water walk and stuff, but..." He shrugged his shoulders. "Something different and out of the city."
Keara: Up until now she hadn’t really labelled who or what he was to her, but friend definitely fit the description of what they were. Keara didn’t have many friends to speak of and the fact that he would label her such pleased her to the point that the corner of her mouth crinkle slightly at the thought. Distracted by the conversation at hand, her willpower slipped and dipped her finger back into the glass, swirling the liquid counter clockwise as he issued his invitation. “Boats of this era I am unfamiliar with. Delighted I would be to accept your invitation. While walk the waters I can. Resist the urge I shall if take me there you do.”
Enver: The way her lips crinkled didn't go unnoticed. He'd seen it once before from her, but he wasn't going to comment on it to see it vanish from off her face. "Sounds like a date. Without it being a date. I meant a plan." He cleared his throat before he changed the subject. "Do you like Halloween? I'm not crazy about it, but I'm doing some booth for Amaranthia at her nightclub for a charity gig. You should come check it out. If you've got nothing better to do."
Keara: “Matters not what called it is. Date or plan,” she said with all seriousness, as she didn’t really understand what a date was outside of the literal translation. “And…erm…” as she thought about her plans for Halloween or lack thereof, she brought her finger to her lips and without tilting her head back this time, placed the appendage in her mouth, closed her lips about it and brought it out clean. “Endeavouring to understand the evening I still am. Corrupted it has become. Walked the streets last Halloween I did, whereupon I across a party came. Intended only to observe I did. But best laid plans often alter can. Met a few people who in odd attire dressed were…Little insight did I gain from that evening.”
Enver: He chuckled. "People just pretend to be something they aren't for a night. It's a person's chance to escape their life or something." He shrugged. "I'm not sure how Halloween was back in your time, but Hallmark got a hold of that and made it something it probably never was or people intended it to be." He shrugged. "It was for a charity thing. Good cause and all that." He rubbed at his jawline. "I'm not sure how big of a turn out it might be. Crowd wise, as a heads up." He looked at the wine in her glass, "So if you don't show up, I'd understand." He added as he looked at her face, studying her over all features on it for the first time all night.
Keara: “Samhain to me it known was. It a celebration was of the season passed and of the one to come. Understand the modern day celebration I do not.” It was after she answered him that she realised he’d mentioned a charity event to which he was inviting her. She wasn’t surprised to hear he was doing charity work, she was however surprised by the fact that he remembered her dislike of crowds and saw fit to warn her as much. “Perhaps if early enough in the evening I come. No crowd there shall be,” she answered having considered the information and hinting to the fact that she might make the effort to come along. It was then that she noticed he was studying her features and while she rarely wore any expression on her face that would betray her emotions she suddenly felt exposed. In a subconscious effort to rid herself of her nervous energy, she began playing with the hem of her skirt with her right hand and accidentally knocked the base of the glass she was holding in her left hand. Her reaction, while swift, wasn’t quick enough to right the glass before half the contents spilt to the dark coloured rug. Without thinking, she quickly placed the glass on the table to her left hand side and leant forward and began wiping at the stain with her hands which only served to make things worse. “Sorry I am truly,” she said hastily, looking up at him through her hair that had fallen forward as she leant down to attend to the situation as best she could in that moment.
Enver: "Yeah, probably." He nodded in agreement, still studying her face for some sort of indication that the idea was pleasant or not in her mind, but it seemed he'd done something to make her uncomfortable judging what happened with the wine glass and her reaction to try and right it. He moved to stand to try and help the situation, but stopped dead in his tracks when she started trying to wipe it clean. "Um." He started out, as his eyes stayed on the top of her corset. "You should let me get that for you." He moved in to her space after he grabbed his suit coat and then pressed it to the carpet. "Don't apologize. It's your carpet for starters." he chuckled, "But, I can see." He stopped and pointed to the top of her corset. "That doesn't cover much like this." He cleared his throat, looked down and focused on trying to get the stain up.
Keara: Had she of been watching him, she’d of seen him grab his jacket and tried to stop him from using it to clean up the blood. She was about to verbalise the objection when he began to try and calm her down and then in a rather unexpected move, commented on her corset. His comment made her freeze for a few seconds while she contemplated what he meant. She then looked down at her cleavage and back to him, a slight look of confusion in her eyes. “Covers enough does it not?” she asked as she covers her flesh with her now blood stained hand in a moment of doubt on the subject. She sits up straight on the table again, removed her hand (to reveal a now bloody hand print across her skin) and stares down at her chest again. She was used to the sight of herself in corsets from this angle and didn’t really understand the issue. “Pay to replace your jacket I shall,” she whispered in an attempt to change the subject as she still tried to figure out what he meant about her outfit.
Enver: When she asked him the question, he couldn't help but look back at the top of her corset area and her cleavage. "Um. I mean if you think it does, then it probably does." It didn't, but the fact he was male and the view wasn't all that bad won over this time. He had stopped trying to clean up the blood with his coat by this point and had even forgotten about it as his eyes locked on the hand print on her chest. "Huh? Oh, don't worry about it." He cleared his throat as he stood. "I've got half a dozen more suit coats somewhere." He nodded his head. "I should pay for your carpet." The male started to pace as a hand ran through his hair. "I'll send you a new one tomorrow." He said, more for himself than her as he kept pacing.
Keara placed her blood stained hand on either side of her, marking the glass beneath them. As Enver began pacing she looked around the room unsure what to say or do to salvage the conversation. She’d been the one to spill the ‘wine’ and now it was on her chest, his coat and her table. If she’d of been trying to make a good impression, it wasn’t going well and to make matters worse she was fighting the urge to lick the palm of her hands which were also covered in loose fibres from the carpet and could possibly make her vomit if ingested. “Necessary that is not,” she pressed the palm of her hands to the glass, as she slipped her feet from their crossed position onto the floor either side of the discarded jacket. “But replace this I shall,” she said walking out of the room, her left hand trailing along the wall and marking her path as she curled round to the left and entered the elevator to take it upstairs. Her unspoken plan was to wash her hands, get a towel to wipe up the rest of the blood and to put the jacket somewhere safe so that she could find a replacement when she was next out shopping.
Enver: As soon as she was gone, Enver's pacing slowed, not realizing yet that she had taken his coat until he turned around to see it gone. He would have normally put two and two together with what she had said before and what she had just said, but he'd been battling an inner battle of telling her the truth or keeping his mouth shut. "You don't have to do that." The male headed off in the direction she went, based off the trail she left with the blood wine. "Let me help you." He spoke again as soon as he was in the elevator with her. His hands shot out to her wrists, the both of them and held them. "Your walls are starting to look like a murder scene from a movie or something." He teased as his eyes moved down to her hands before he let her wrists gone. "Sorry. About the touching thing." He took a step back. "Can I at least have my coat back for my car keys?" He shot her a cheeky grin as he leaned against the elevator wall.
Keara: She barely registered him enter the elevator as the doors were already starting to close and the smell of the blood upon her skin was making her hungry. When he grabbed her wrists she fought to pull them back, biting back a growl as she did. He soon let go and apologised but he’d done it and a part of her wanted to slap him. She gripped the coat tighter in her hands, an injured look in her eyes. His grin did little to alleviate the tension growing in her and his assessment of her walls, while entirely accurate, was unappreciated. As the elevator stopped on the first floor, she exited the small space, jacket still in hand and moved off to the left, entering Cell 1. She no longer trailed her hand against the wall, as her hands were still firmly grasping the jacket. As she entered her bedroom, she made a beeline for the bathroom.
Enver: He sighed, noticing she didn't say anything and practically bolted from the elevator (in his opinion) the second the door opened. His gaze narrowed, the male a bit irritated with how the evening was turning out when it seemed everything was going fairly well. He followed after her, a hand going through his hair as his jaw clenched together as he thought about how to fix the situation (if he could). He entered a place called "Cell 1," and looked for her. "Keara?" He called out after clearing his voice, his eyes looking around the place, trying to get a feel for the place.
