A Killers Instinct [Jacinthe]

[Zoe (DELETED 4600)]

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

Jacinthe: [text] Hello, Zoe.

Zoe: [t] Heya Jacinthe! How's your day going?

Jacinthe: [text] It is satisfactory. I have trained to the best of my ability and made the trader a very happy man tonight. How is your night currently going?

Zoe: She chuckled at the return text. Yeah, she still had trouble remembering to switch day and night. She quickly typed back a reply.
[t] A happy man, eh? Sounds like quite the haul. My nights been pretty boring to be honest.

Jacinthe: Jacinthe's thumb rolls over the touch screen with an intensely focused glare. You have not trained? The reply is sent. The woman doesn't understand how one can have so much to accomplish and be bored. People are still a learning process for her.

Zoe: She blinked. Not trained? She trained constantly, but that didnt mean she wasnt still bored with it.
[t] Trained, yes. Just got bored with it, is all.

Jacinthe: Tessyla has to stare at the screen and re-read the ending portion several times. Training. Bored. It did not compute.
... I do not understand.

Zoe: Thinking about it, she pursed her lips. She suddenly realized that she seemed too easily bored with what was necessary for her. Of course she wasnt bored with the killing - that part was actually what drove her to train constantly. And she even did it with a smile, until the monsters she was fighting started getting too easy to kill.
[t] Pretty wounded right now. Can only train with lower leveled idiots. Too easy.

Jacinthe: The other night, her gut had been gouged and her body riddled with several gunshots. With them healed, the night has been fruitful with her training, although it is easy to agree with Zoe's electronic words.
You cannot heal the wounds? I can understand the frustration of inferior targets. I have given considerable thoughts to paying someone to summon fadebeasts for me to train with.

Zoe: Her eyebrows raised at that text. Fadebeasts? That was pretty hardcore... she snickered. Now this woman most certainly had started to intrigue her; as if she hadnt already. She grinned at her phone as she slid her thumbs over the screen and replied.
[t] Thats pretty impressive! I can only put myself in a trance overnight. Which comes in handy but no other powers have presented in that category, no. Can you?

Jacinthe: It's the language usage that encourages Jacinthe to continue to conversation. There are no numbers to replace whole words and the phrasing marks the sign of intelligence. Over the short amount of time delving into public lighting, she can count on two sets of hands how many other vampires considered her a Telepath before learning otherwise.
So then you are like me. I am able to meditate and heal as well. If you choose to learn from the right wraith, he will show you many other valuable powers geared towards survival. I knew them once, but I will have to visit him again soon to practice and train again.

Zoe: Zoe shifted against the couch and was careful not to stretch out too much in case she split open her wound that had already started to heal from the day before. Eyeing it before tapping at the screen and reading over the long text. She liked that Jacinthe was texting her at length. She liked that it was like the woman was sitting in the room with her, trying to carry on this extensive conversation with her; and it showed in the smile she let curve her lips upwards in a broad smile that flashed pearly whites.
[t] I found two yesterday actually! Im training on two bridges right now actually. Im excited to learn more stuff that will help me. Every says that it wont be easy and I'm looking forewards to the challenge.

Jacinthe: Cross legged in the middle of a fourway section of the sewers, the Killer works on sharpening her sword by the light that flashes on her phone each time she receives a text message back from the other woman. It has been a long time since she's had a conversation with anyone. If training is not underway, she goes to work for Wolfgang as his head of security. It keeps her training in practice and her mind focused. To speak to Zoe, as distantly as it might have been for other people - especially the stereotypical Allurist - it is refreshing to converse with someone so openly.
It is refreshing to see a person so enthused with learning how to defend themselves and provide themselves with opportunities to improve on honing their abilities. I am thoroughly impressed by you, Zoe.

Zoe: She reached up and brushed long brown hair back behind her ear, she flipped a few channels and rested the channel changer on her stomach before shifting the phone back to both hands and smirking at the text. Impressed, by her? Zoe gave a slight laugh, scoffing gently and shaking her head. She wasnt the one who was contemplating asking her sire to summon fadebeasts to train with! Zoe snickered and shook her head, glancing over to the door where her gun and sword sat on the small table to the side of it, idly wondering if her weapons could even hold up against such an opponent. She wasnt so sure about her sword, though she did favor her gun regardless from being an ex cop.
[t] -I- impress -you-? You're the one wanting to train against Fadebeasts! And of course Im enthused about learning ways to better myself. If I'm not using my body and mind it grows weak. Cant have that now can we?

Jacinthe: Faintly, she recalls the first time she had seen a fadebeast. A repulsive and morbid-looking creature. Originally, stored away in the apartment of Malachai and Mercedes, if memory served her right. It always served her right. The stone sparks every time it comes over the metal with a shrill scrape that echoes along the moist crevices of the dank sewer. Luxuries like proper bedding and the escape of a television screen are unknown to her. Reclusive and socially inept, the underground sections of the city were home to her.
You will train with Fadebeasts in your own time. It is something to use as a goal. It is a rarity to find someone that is interested in the things that you are and are willing to endure lengthy trials to reach the ultimate goal. .. What is your highest prioritized goal, Zoe?

[Jacinthe]

Zoe: She stared at her phone for a while, not even blinking at the text. What was her highest prioritized goal? She had been a cop on the HRPD, a ranking sergeant in fact; and her goal was to climb that ladder in ranks while human. Now? What could she possibly attain that would be an equivilant of climbing ranks in a police force? Climbing ranks in Andras? DoD? No. She was where she was in those groups and that wouldnt change - but she still couldnt help the feeling in her stomach that made her growl lightly. She wanted to be better, that much was obvious.
[t] To be the best I can. To know as much as I can. I have other goals sure but none as important to me as that?

Zoe: She pursed her lips again. That was vague. And she didnt like it. She ammended the text with a second one.
[t] There are always ways to better ourselves... and I want to know all of them.

Jacinthe: The best. A simple concept in theory and one that Jacinthe had once aspired to be. For Tali - her sire. The night of her turning, was the same night Tali sought to recruit her as a personal body guard to keep her face while she ventured outside. Evidently Shadows have a longer healing period, so anything involving becoming potentially, seriously injured is a natural aversion. Since her purpose dissipated when Tytonidae removed her quietly from their ranks, Jacinthe's attempts at finding new purpose have also unfortunately fallen apart. Now it is just nights of training, working.
That is something I can reasonably agree with. I am to work on my social skills more. As I have told Elizabeth and Shamus I was. Although you are the first true practice I have received in a very long time.

Zoe: She blinked, clearly surprised. Jacinthe honestly didnt think that her social skills were up to par? Was she serious? Well, of course she was - Zoe hadnt known the woman not to be in all honesty just from the few short talks they had shared - Zoe had managed to learn at least that much about her. And she found that the more the two texted, the more she enjoyed conversing with the woman who had incidentally taken up residence in the same area of the sewers one night as she had. The two had sat in the quiet, and Zoe now realized that she hadnt been the only one content in that silence.
[t] I think that you are being social just fine. You texted me, remember? Im glad I could help you in your endeavor! Maybe tomorrow we could meet up sometime, maybe hunt together?

Jacinthe: Even at the mere mention of hunting causes her stomach to sound out its need. Had she fed tonight? Never recalling the satisfying sensation of a full stomach, training overshadowed the basic necessity. The stone is pocketed and the sword slid back into its hold, while the snowy haired woman rises to her feet.
I appreciate that you say that I am doing well with socializing but you will see that I am not very good at being like other people.
Jacinthe: It is a hard thing to describe; the lack of facial expression she holds on her face, or the way she only allows herself to indulge in the emotion of anger. Lacking in all others, or not being able to put a label to any unrecognizable bursts of emotion.
I would like to hunt with you. We may talk more then. What are the coordinates you wish to meet?

Zoe: She raised a brow. Being like other people? She wouldnt ever expect anyone to be like anyone else. That in and out of itself seemed impossible - she could only ever expect Jacinthe to be Jacinthe. She wouldnt ever want Jacinthe to be like others anyways. She rather liked the way the woman spoke to her. She liked the way they had been able to sit in silence the first night they met, and the way it didnt seem awkwards. She liked her in general. Chuckling, she went to respond, then got a second text. Reading the second one, she bit into her bottom lip that was scarred from the first night of being turned when her uncontrolled fang slid through it.
[t] Hmm, how about we meet up at 22,11, and we can go from there? And just be yourself, Jacinthe, okay? Dont ever let anyone tell you being yourself isnt good enough. After all, you met me, right? You must be doing something right?

Jacinthe: Ever still the very soldier her life molded her into, Zoe's words come as more of a direct command than soothing words meant to put anyone at ease. Being herself has never come as a fear but as a hesitation; at the chance of insulting someone, Jacinthe rationalized removing herself from public was her best chance at avoiding the Shadow Realm. The darkness changed people, as the vampire saw firsthand when her ex-husband was put there several months ago but a large hoard of elitist leeches, as far as her view on them was concerned at the time. Yet now there's reluctance in having any sort of contact with new acquaintance, more having to do with unsettling disappointment than anything else.
I will save the location in my phone and we will meet there tomorrow. I will be myself. I do not want you to be offended by the things that I say. I have not yet grasped proper etiquette with others. I must hunt now. I have not and then I will rest for tomorrow. I look forward to the company, and I will see you tomorrow, Zoe. I hope that the rest of your night goes well.

Zoe: She grinned. Oh yes, tomorrow would certainly be more interesting than this night had been.
[t] Your's too, Jacinthe. And just so you know, you most likely cant offend me. But you can try? Kidding, of course. Tomorrow it is then.