A Surprise For Taranto [Shamus]

[Olive]

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

Shamus: He had been waiting for a response. Normally he would like to call himself patient, at least in front of people at least. But this was not how he felt tonight. Elizabeth had been nagging at him at a lot on that he needed to get things done and a lot of things were weighing down upon his shoulders, not that he would admit such a thing. Tonight was definitely the night to get things sorted in a way. His mind reached out in searched for Olive, before gently relaying the message of his thoughts, "Where the hell are you? It is not like I have all night to talk, we are wasting time."

Olive: Olive slipped her knife in between the panels of the microwave, peering into it to see if it contained the microchip that she needed. Slowly inching the knife around the edges to release the glue that bonded it together. Suddenly she heard a males voice in her head and the knife slipped, slicing a clean, neat cut along her left hands pointer finger. "Noodles!" She exclaimed, dropping the small switchblade and instantly moving her other hand to clasp on the wound. She bit her lip and blinked a couple times, shifting to take a seat on the stool off to the side.

Olive: What had he said? Where was she? Assuming it was only one person since there was only one male who had been trying to get into contact with her, she reached her uninjured hand to the bench to retrieve her phone and send off a quick text to Shamus. 'Gas station, making stuff.' She tossed the phone back to the bench and surveyed the injury, which wasnt that bad really due to her switchblade being overused recently and rather quite dull.

Shamus: Minutes passed by which seemed like hours. Time was a funny thing on some nights. His phone finally played that weird beeping sound that reminded him of a car alarm. His hands fumbled around in his pocket as he reached for the phone, before carefully scanning the message. The message was simple and to the point, the gas station. She could even be robbing the place. How exciting. For a few moments he thought about teleporting there, before he shook his head violently. There was too much of the world to see. He would miss too many things if he did that. There was a much simpler solution, the plan he had dubbed: Get there quicker. Without even looking he jumped off from the garden he shared with Elizabeth on top of Alpha Towers and began to plumet towards the ground.

Shamus: Once more his mind relayed his thoughts to her, "Give me ten. The night might hold something beautiful that I can't just miss."

Olive: Her phone didnt go back off, and she was almost thankful for that as her thoughts were interrupted by his. She chuckled and shook her head - idly wondering when she would get that power for herself. Mindspeak. Mora knew it, and now Shamus. She couldnt help but purse her lips to the side, then absentmindedly putting her finger in her mouth to suck on it for a moment before her eyes went wide. My stomach... She popped the digit out quickly and hit a knee, her uninjured hand flying to grasp at her stomach that had wretched at the mere taste of her own blood.

Olive: It wasnt a humans blood - she hadnt even thought of that; and because she had acted without thinking she felt like she was about to lose her lunch. Spitting out as much as she could she groaned, managing to keep her last feeding down, pushing herself up back to sit on the stool with an exhasperated breath. "Holy grab." she muttered, shaking her head and blinking heavily. Thankful she hadnt actually swallowed her blood. Weird. She thought, shaking her head still. She moved from the bench after sitting there a minute and grabbed up a towel, ripping it with her teeth to apply a makeshift bandage to the wound.

Shamus: The ground was hurtling towards him faster and faster, but Shamus did not care. There were so many things that he could see or that he thought he was seeing, even he was not sure on the matter. All that he did know was that there were so many things that his mind was unlocking for him. So many oppurtunities were opening to him, all he had to do was just go out and do it. But still he wondered if he could do it... Traveling through shadows would be difficult, but he would give it his best and go for it. As his body was about to smash to the ground, he called forth the shadows, binding them tightly to the area, before hiding his body within them. That still did not help him from falling closer and closer to the ground. At the last possible second (cont)

Shamus: he began to weave the threads of his incantation and teleported himself, willing himself to travel by shadows to the gas station. He had no idea if such a feat was possible, but it did feel dark. The next thing he knew, his body was smashing into the ground outside the gas station. A quick look around told him that he had made it, but he was quite dirty from the landing. As he began to get up, he brushed dirt and dust off of him the best he could, "Hmm... I do be wonderin' if it worked. Might have ta try it again a few times ta get everythin' worked out quite right. Or even grab a few spectators ta see if they can be tellin' me where I be goin' wrong with tha process..." He rolled his head around in a few circles, "Oi! Olive! Ya be around here, aye? Did ya see everythin'?!"

Olive: She flicked her gaze to the male who had crashed to the ground in a loud umph, one brow slowly raising as she blinked once at him. That was one hell of a way to make an entrance, she thought. Smirking, she tied the bandage with her free hand and teeth, then flexed her hand and got up, clearing her throat from her still wrenching stomach as she made her way over to Shamus. "I've been here yes, but see everything? No, I dont think so." She shrugged, lightly crossing her arms over her chest and tucking the wounded hand up under the other to hide it from view.

Shamus: A hand reached up slowly as he scratched his chin, looking at the girl in front of him. It was interesting how she presented herself to him. It was the first time they had formally met and she was so casual about things like she was sure he would not harm her. He rolled his shoulders with a bit of a shrug, deciding to let it go for now. He would find out everything in due time, but first formalities must be taken care of. Without waiting he took off the pub hat he was wearing for this evening and bowed his head slightly, "Another time and date it might be seen, but that be not tha case of tha present. Shamus Naarc, at yer service." He quirked a bit of a grin, though it only held to the right side as he placed the hat back upon his head wondering just what kind of response she would have.

Olive: She stared at him with those chocolate blue hues, blinking a couple times before she grinned broadly at him. She liked the way he talked, and the way he knew how to make an entrance. That much she knew. She unhinged her arms from her chest and reached to dust off his shoulder for him that still had some dirt on it, then nodded slightly and stuck the same hand out to him as her other slid to the end of the handle of her custom blade that was hitched on the belt loop at her hip. "Olive, but you already knew that." She chuckled and shook her head, her stubborn fiery mohawk not swaying at all in the moonlight.

Olive: The night was comfortable, not too cold - though they were vampires and Olive couldnt help but think that it was probably odd she was walking around in dark blue shorts and a grey wife beater tank top. She pushed the thought aside and smirked lightly at Shamus, glancing down to her hand as if to almost dare him to shake it.

Shamus: His green orbs stared into hers, not knowing the passing of time anymore. He felt the keys to the soul, that all questions to be answered, were hidden behind a person's eyes. He held that gaze as she spoke, as she moved about to dust some dirt from his suit coat, and as she held out her hand. It was not until her line of sight moved that he also moved his, following her vision. A hand shake, how interesting, but the other hand... He quirk of a grin crossed his features once more as he saw a hand that was on a knife. It would be hard to dodge if he was held on to, but he doubted he would even try. But things did add up. Hiding a wound. He grasped her hand firmly and walked up closer towards her as he cackled a bit before he spoke,

Shamus: "Well met, Olive. Now what be holdin' yer interest in such a place as this be?" His eyes bore holes into hers once more. He believed that she would tell him the truth, already he had determined she had no reason to lie about anything, but there was always more to learn.

Olive: He had closed the distance between them upon taking her hand and shaking it, and she smirked enough to dash her hues back up to his green ones. They were just like her sires, and she found herself thinking of Mora and how the woman had projected her memories on her. She pursed her lips to the side slightly then back to her normal smile, giving a shrug of her shoulders. "Im trying my hand at making some stuff for breaking and entering. Liz told me I needed some cam scramlers and electronic lockpicks. Though I dont think I have everything I need for the lockpicks, Ive managed to make a couple of the camera scramblers."

Shamus: A small frown took hold of his features as he heard her talk about making things to break into places. It was rather unoriginal, given the mood that was about in the city. Build this to do that and then we can do this. He waved a hand dismissively to his own thoughts and even shook his head, "That be tha kind of art that pick at yer fancy?" He raised a brow wondering if it were indeed true or if he could possibly broaden the scopes of her horizion as it were.

Olive: She shrugged. Truth be told she couldnt really tell him why she had chosen to start crafting in the first place, but that the choice had been made and there was nothing she could do about it. She watched his hand wave about, as if to dismiss her words like there was something better she could be doing with her time. And this piqued her curiosity, her head tipping to the side as she reached up with her free uninjured hand and slicked it through her mohawk, its stubborn nature not giving any change in its height as she slid her hand into her pocket and shifted her weight to one foot.

Olive: "What else did you have in mind?"

Shamus: A hand idly crept up and began to scratch at his chin as he started to think of a few things. He paid no attention to how she moved at the moment, having come accustomed to such things from Dwayne and a few others. He gave a quick nod and decided it was definitely time and he pulled out a gold plated pocket watch. It was beat up and could barely even open. The inside was in even worse shape. Most of the glass was missing and the watch hands were badly contorted. The watch didn't work at all. Down to the depths of his very being, Shamus would swear he could hear it tick. In his mind the watch worked perfectly and would tell time from it. He gave a curt nod as he looked at the watch and then to her, "Aye, it do be seemin' we have just enough time." (cont)

Shamus: He stowed the watch at away and looked at her with a raised brow, "Do ya think ya can handle what lay in store? Ya be a Shadow, this much be true." He nodded to the ground and the lack of things, "But this may be somethin that ya might not be accustomed ta. Given ya be tinkerin' away at tha smaller things that life be havin' ta offer."


Olive: Chocolate brown hues flickered to his hand as it pulled his watch from his pocket, and she raised a curious brow at it like it was a detonator to a bomb or something of the like. She almost asked what it was but then he opened it and studied it for a moment, as if it were working like a normal pocket watch would. She could see that it was all kinds of beat up and the way that it didnt tick at all told her that it was in fact busted - though she didnt question him when he acknowledged that there was time for him to answer her question. She was glad in that moment, that he would take the time to answer her question of curiosity. Not many did, and the ones that did quickly grew sick of her curious nature.

Olive: She didnt like asking questions, but she found that the more she interacted with people the more she grew curious of how they worked and the way they thought. So she only grew more curious of Shamus as the way he was certain that the watch held the answer to what time it was. Maybe he had an odd sense of the way time worked, being a vampire was a good way to contort ones views on it, Olive knew that all too well. She smirked and shifted her weight back to both feet, narrowing her hues on him just a little bit. "You seem to know more about me than I care to admit... what do you think?" She then moved to splay her hands out at both sides of her, as if to give him a more fuller view of herself.

Olive: A black spot in the center of her chest seeped into the fabric of her shirt and was visible as she moved around, the fabric touching gently to the wound that she had acquired the night of her turning at the center of her chest every now and then.

Shamus: He nodded his head back and forth a bit as he listened to her. He wouldn't say that he knew quite a lot about her, because he really didn't. He just knew the tendencies of people rather well, having watched them for quite a while and learned how to pull here and there to get the answers that would feed him more knowledge that he needed. But what he saw next was quite the surprise. He could not recall hearing or even reading about Olive being under attack. His mind began to search the CrowNet quickly trying to discover if he had missed anything, but he could not find anything. He frowned somewhat and then bit on to his lip as he stared at her. It made him somewhat bitter on the inside as he thought about it for that fraction of a second... He always seemed to have a closer relationship

Shamus: to Mora's childer than he did his own. They always seemed to hate him... He shook his head quickly before throwing his head backwards and barking with laughter. Slowly he unbuttoned his suit coat, the dozen knives he stored held off to the side and he pulled up his matching shirt to reveal an old scar that never healed and always seemed to be agitated. His voice was a bit pained as he spoke either out of regret or sorrow, "They be sayin' that time heals all wounds, but some have never tried it..." He was quiet as he fixed his shirt and suit coat before looking at her with a smile, "Do ya fancy findin' what it means ta be a shadow?"

Olive: She moved to cross her arms over her chest again, loosely as to not agitate the wound in the center of her chest any more than it already did hurt, yet again hiding the wound on her hand. Staring at him she almost took a step back as he threw his head back and laughed. She couldnt help the smirk that toyed with her lips then at his laugh, it was nearly infectious, the way a small cough resides in ones chest to become a cold, Olive let slip out a soft chuckle as she watched him reveal the wound at the center of his chest too. It was nearly identical to hers and her jaw almost dropped.

Olive: She nearly reached out and touched his wound, blinking rapidly a couple of times before she composed herself again, clearing her throat and shaking her head. "Time certainly does not heal all wounds." She gave him a bit of a sad smile then, something that tinged her eyes with sadness for a moment or two before she sighed and shifted her weight again, then her face turned to more of curiousity than anything again. What did he mean by that? She thought that being a shadow just meant that she liked the shadows... what else could there be to offer than what she had already been able to do? She bit into her lip and nodded. "You're cryptic and I like it. You've captured my intrigue, I do wish to know."

Shamus: The small smile turned towards a broad grin. She held more of his views, this was good. They would certainly get along better this way, he nodded to attest to such a thing. Though when she mentioned the idea of him being cryptic, his head slowly canted to the side and he rubbed at his neck a bit, "I wonder..." His shoulders rolled forward in a bit of a shrug and he turned on his heels and headed off in the direction he knew lead towards the park. He randomly looked back towards her, "Mind tha lights, castin' yer own shadow can be a bit of pain from time ta time until ya get used ta it and do it without thinkin." He grinned a bit and began to carry on a random pace, not bothering to hide from anything, looking out for what could be.

Olive: She looked back to the gas station, having forgotten her phone in it on the workbench along with her microwave and switchblade. She thought to go back to get it, but then he had turned and was strolling away, and she knew her mind was made up for her as she moved to follow after him. She was quick, and when he looked back to her she was only a step behind, then moving to his side as she matched his pace easily. She shrugged. "I've tried and tried and tried. I just cant. Mora says its not my fault." She sighed lightly and reached up to scrub a hand over her face for a moment, then dropped it back to the handle of her sword. "I wish I could make a shadow... its like I absorb them." She admitted, shaking her head lightly.

Shamus: He gave a bit of a nod and looked over at her, noting she had moved to stand next to him instead of trailing behind among a few other things. It was interesting to see how she always grabbed for her sword. It had been well over a year ago, but he was once blood thirsty enough and paranoid that he was like that. He tilted his hand to the side as he thought back to then and shook his head a bit. Too many people wanted his death, too many people still did. He shook his head a bit more vigorously to clear his mind, he needed to focus on the present, "Well it be because ya do. Any innate abilities that ya possess come from tha very depths of tha Shadow Realm, it not be from this world." He scratched at his chin a bit as he thought about it, "A bit weird ta think about, really. I have walked tha

Shamus: "planes a few times and it not be that bad of a place. Made me feel a bit alive, really. But I got griped at for bein' gone for tha few hours." He threw back his head and barked with laughter, "I told Elizabeth I would never die. So far I be makin' good on tha promise." He gave a bit of a nod, "But more ta tha point... I focus outward instead of inwards." He tilted his head to the side and stared at her, "What do ya think of it?"

Olive: The Shadow Realm. There is was again, and Olive pursed her lips lightly. She had never been to the realm itself, and quite frankly never wanted to be. Her sire made it sound like such a horrible place; filled with darkness and all loss of hope. Despair. Insanity. She pursed her lips a little harder, thinking about how she would only go there for one reason, and only if that were on her terms. She didnt like the place, but she had no reason herself to fear it, so she felt like his question was alost null and void. "Never really thought about it to be honest." She said lightly.

Olive: Kicking a rock with the toe of her converse shoe as she walked along beside him, she watched it go bouncing several feet before hitting another and off-shooting to the side into the middle of the street and making an odd ping noise against a hubcap of a car that sped past them. Well they dont need gas. She idly thought as she looked over her shoulder and watched the car turn left away from the station. She turned back and looked over at Shamus then, giving him an odd smile. "I dont fear it myself, but its like everyone else around me does? Im intrigued, really, moreso than anything. Though I wont be going except for one reason and only on my own terms to be honest." She smirked then, then trailed her eyes back to the ground in front of them as they strolled along.

Shamus: His eyes followed the rock as it made its own course, but he cared not for the car. For some reason, whether it was the people or the car itself, it did not hold the flame on the candle of his interest. Off in the distance he thought he saw something, he was not quite sure what it was, but it looked like it might be promising. Was it a man, a woman, or something else entirely? Just as he was about to change his direction, her words began to wash over him like a flood. They were words he had heard before. Brave and foolish words, but they were strong words. He smiled a bit as he recalled an old conversation back when he was on good terms with his brother. It was a good memory for him at least. Slowly his eyes darted towards her as he canted his head off to the side, (cont)

Shamus: "They think ya be a bit off in tha head when ya tell them all such a thing, aye?" He laughed lightly but gave her a small wink, "I do be havin' a question for ya, though. This question be a bit on tha personal side of things, but it probably be one that hit home, aye." He nodded a bit as he stared at her before raising a brow, "Do ya ever have dreams of tha Shadow Realm? As if ya know what tha place looks like, but ya have never been there before. That kind of thing."

Olive: She kept her eyes on the ground, immersed in her own thoughts as he laughed, though she glanced just in time to catch his wink at her. She gave him a soft smile and a sharp nod, her eyes floating to the distance, trying to fixate on what it was exactly they were walking towards. Though her hand on her sword didnt tighten, inside she was gearing up for anything. He mentioned having a question and her thoughts subsided as she focused more thoroughly on him and what it was he was going to say. Dreams? Why... would he wonder such a things? How interesting of him to ask me such a thing. She thought, mulling the question over in her mind. She never really had been asked such a thing, and because of that she found herself actually

Olive: thinking about her dreams. Of course she had dreams, she knew that much, but what was it exactly she had been dreaming about since her turning? Eyebrows furrowed as she struggled to come up with an answer, and this only irked her more, clearly as it was written all over her face. "I dont... I guess I have, a couple times actually...." She brought a hand up to rub at her temple lightly then dropped it to her pocket, the other still resting on the handle of her sword. She had, now that she thought about it, had dreams of the place that many of her kind had grown to fear.

Shamus: It was somewhat funny how she thought about things. It seemed to pain her more than it did her any good, from his perspective at least. Then again, he had surmised some time ago that he most likely looked clueless as he was trying to think. He shook with a silent fit of laughter before waving his hand, "It not be somethin' ya have ta worry about that hard. It just be something that I figured ya had before." He quirked a bit of a grin even though it only held to one side as he looked forward, "Whether it be similarity ta tha shadow nature or it just be tha fact that ya have a kindness ta me, it be interestin'." His face lost all of its emotion as he reverted to a more serious mood, "I do be hopin that ya know what ya mean by what tha words ya said earlier. (cont)

Shamus: "Ta not go ta such a place unless it be by yer own decision... It be a hard path, but a respectable one. Ta never die in a city such as this is definitely hard. Ta be honest, the number of those who have been a vampire longer than a year that have not died is probably less than ten." He gave a bit of a nod and ran his thumb across the bridge of his nose as his seriousness dropped, "But tha true testament is ta see how much ya can poke tha bear and still get away with it with yer neck still in tact." He threw back his head and barked with laughter once more.

Olive: She caught the seriousness in his tone instantly. She herself did that often, going from playful and joking to serious like the flip of a switch in her demeanor and attitude. It was natural for her, so it wasnt hard for her to catch when he had done the same with his words. Her chocolate hues shifted immediately to him, staring at him even though he was looking straight ahead. His words rang in her ears, her eardrums soaking them up the instant they touched them, and she swallowed dryly before nodding lightly. Of course she knew what she was saying. She couldnt have been more sure about that fact - that she wasnt going to go to the shadow realm unless on her own terms. She rarely made her mind up about anything, and if her mind was

Olive: made up about this, then it was something she would hold true to till the day she made it truth. "I understand that, Shamus, I do. But its the truth. I rarely make my mind up about anything, so this is clearly something I believe in considerably. I would only go to the Shadow Realm if I was asked to protect my family and that resulted in my death. And my own terms would be that of me going down swinging. Other than that? I wont be visiting the Realm unless I learn to walk between the two worlds." She shrugged, though her own tone had taken that serious turn, she gave him a smile. "I make good bear traps." She joked.

Shamus: He gave a slow nod as he heard her resolve. It was a nice thing to hear, however troublesome it was. He offered her a small smile, "Tha only advice that I can give is ta think about tha situation before ya take act. Sometimes ya might offer ta lose yer life and it hold meanin' at tha time, but it holds no purpose." He waved his hand a bit, not satisified how that sounded and shook his head a bit, "I can go and show ya somethin that can be a bit more fun ta make than a bear trap, aye?"

Olive: Hold meaning but not purpose. Thats deep. She thought, tipping her head to roll it on her shoulders lightly before she moved to slick her hand through her stubborn mohawk again; it springing back up to life as she continued on in her stroll. Everytime she stepped on a crack in the cement tiny weeds sprouted up around the soles of her shoes, this time being no different as she saw the annoying plants grow beneath her foot. Smirking, she looked back over to him and nodded. "That sounds like fun. I like fun."

Shamus: They were near enough the park now that he could hear voices. He never understood why, but for some reason lots of couples often ventured out into the park. Maybe they were like him and enjoyed the feeling of nature. But now was not the time to shrowd himself with such thoughts whenever there was work to be done. Casually he walked on until he found a bench and sat down. No one would pay him much attention and if she were to join him it would look more natural. He didn't bother to look for her before he began to talk, "It be time ta scope tha surroundin's and see what all be in store for tha night. What beauty lay beneath it all."

Olive: Walking up on the park, she looked around and noted her surroundings, taking note of all the other people in the park along with her and Shamus now. She followed him to the bench, though she didnt sit next to him. Instead she remained standing, crossing her arms over her chest lightly and leaning against the side of the back of the bench as her hues watched their surroundings. Squirrels played up and down trees, a dog ran after its frisbee as its owner played fetch with it, even a flock of birds flew overhead as Olive silently hoped they didnt get the urge to go to the bathroom while they were overhead. "You like to observe dont you?"

Olive: She herself liked to observe here and there, so she didnt mind that Shamus wanted to take the time to sit and watch the going ons in the park. Though she had yet to figure out what this all had to do with her embracing being a shadow and figuring out how to make something cooler than a bear trap.

Shamus: His fingers tapped at his chin and he looked at her with a bit of a smile, "It be about expression." He gave a bit nod and smiled some as he looked over at a jogger and shook his head, "I do not think that he be tha one. What do ya think?" He didn't wait much for an answer before going on to a different subject, "Ya have ta be in touch with yerself before ya can actually do anythin'. If ya be unsure about a thing or two yer powers can backfire or ya can be in tha constant state of a shadow flux." He scratched at his chin as he thought about more, "Find what be yer goal or yer inspiration and that be yer mind set. From there ya can strive and survive." His scanned over to a woman who was doing yoga and scratched at his neck, wondering if she would do before looking over at her,

Shamus: "Do ya get what I mean about tha entire ordeal? Ta be whole with who ya are ya have ta take tha first step ta understandin' tha first step. That be through tha observation and road it can take."

Olive: A shadow flux? The hell is that? She thought, glancing to the jogger and looking the guy up and down. The one for what? She gave a quizzical look, trying to understand what all he was talking about. Cryptic doesnt begin to describe this guy. She chuckled and shook her head ever so slightly, the notion almost not being visible. She stared at Shamus. He was getting philosophical and deep, and she narrowed her hues on him before looking off to the side at the ground, the spotches of ground where she had walked covered in weeds. It was weird, seeing that when she hadnt wished or willed for it to happen. Then again, she was a vampire. It didnt get much more weirder than that.

Olive: She smirked over at him then. Opening her mouth to say something, then shutting it again. How could she word what she was trying to say so that he could understand? Or rather, he would most likely understand - she just didnt want it to come out wrong. "I am who I am. I've accepted that... if someone else cant then thats their loss." She shrugged, "My powers only backfire when they first manifest... then they are stable. I only have one goal in life now... to make Mora happy. Anything else and I could care less, really." She grinned then. Yes, that was a wonderful idea, making Mora happy.

Shamus: His eyes moved over to her and he chuckled a bit, "Ya might need ta be a bit more cautious. I have come ta realize through time that stability be a rare thing. We hide so well that we are able ta hide who we are from ourselves." He did not say much of anything and scratched at his chin, wondering why she wanted to make Mora so happy. She reminded him more and more of Dwayne as time went by. The way she was so curious and the happiness of Mora. Was she a replacement? It was something he would have to wonder about, but he could not exactly ask her. Eventually he shook his violently to pull himself from his thoughts and got up slowly, motioning her to follow, "It be about time we got ta work. Tha lass with tha exercise be nice, I think."

Olive: Cautious. Olive flickered her gaze to him, blinking once, then flicking chocolates back to the jogger as he moved. She was always cautious, at least she liked to think so, ever of the observant nature as she watched the surroundings around her. The park. Why had he chosen the park? She glanced back to him, only this time staring at him. Studying him. He was interesting, that much she had deduced, and she liked the fact that he held her interest. Not many did, so when someone finally did manage to pique her interest, she made sure to keep them around. She had a feeling Shamus and her were going to be spending lots of time together in the coming future.

Olive: He got up then, and Olive pushed off the bench only to follow after him, moving fast to try to stay by his side. "Nice lookin'." She smirked, admiring the womans form and beauty as they headed her way.

Shamus: He stopped just a few feet from the woman and began to actually look at the form that she practiced. Was it this that drew him in or was it something else? He scratched at his chin wondering about it for a few seconds before shaking his head. It didn't matter, all was going to come down to the same result, beauty and divine grace would shine through. He coughed a bit in order to get the attention of the practioneer before going into what he thought would be a great speech, "Excuse me, my dear. I do so hate to barge in on such a wonderful practice, but I am writing an article and I think you fit just the bill. You see..." It was then he motioned to Olive, "I have this colleague this evening who knows not the wonders of physical activities as it were. (cont)

Shamus: "I was hoping to write a report on how certain physical activites could change the lifestyles of someone like her and of course take her views into account on how she is now." He nodded his head a few times liking the way it was sounding, "This would be over the course of six weeks with weekly intervals for documentation so we could fully express the views of our findings. There would of course be compensation." It was then his eyes locked dead on to the woman who he would hopefully see into sweet abyss, "Do we have an accord?"

Olive: She stopped next to him, watching the woman who stopped her yoga routine after Shamus started to speak with her. Olive sized the woman up, watching her closely as she wondered what must be going on through that head of hers. Two random people had just walked up to her, and as flawless as they might have looked, one didnt cast a shadow from the moonlight. The other was suave and extremely well versed with his words - Olive was sure he could sell sand to a camel. She looked over to Shamus as he started weaving a web of lies, and she figured what the hell, why not go along with it. She chuckled and nodded, insisting that Shamus wasnt lying even though he clearly was. She couldnt help but wonder where the hell he was taking this, and what he had in store for the beautiful human.

Olive: Olive herself loved women. She loved the way they talked, the way they acted simple yet complicated, the way they made decision making easy for her. She loved the way they dressed, the way they did their hair, the way they felt the need to fix thier makeup. She loved the way they made her feel, the way they made her think of nothing else but their pure beauty. In short, she loved women. Reaching her hand out to the lady, she smiled warmly and offered her a light non-overbearing handshake, much unlike the one she had given Shamus. "I'm Olive, Miss." She wasnt sure where the 'Miss' came from, being polite wasnt something she cared much about, but the way Shamus jumped into this alternate personality made her want to do the same. So she was polite.

Shamus: It seemed to him that there might be a snag in his plans, the woman was a bit more cautious then he had orginally thought. She looked around here and there as if confused about the ordeal and wondered why they would choose her over anyone else. But Olive came in at the right time. The subtle reassurance and the way she acted comfortable around him was the right thing to do. The woman's nerves were eased, even more so by the handshake. But now it must be done. A name was thrown out, it had to end soon before things got out of hand. All of the possibilities of what could be raced through his mind as the woman introduced her own self in her own shy way way, "My name is Martha." The woman looked around as if expecting something, the nervousness not quite gone just yet, (cont)

Shamus: "My husband was supposed to meet me here a week ago, but he never showed up and the police can't find him." She tucked her hair behind her ears, revealing deep hazel eyes. It was then that Shamus was pulled from his thoughts as he saw the fear that was there. The excitement was building so much that he could barely hold it in. He knew this was the one he was looking for. But he had to recall the important details that she had said, as he did not pay too much attention, "Yes... I am very sorry to hear that. Perhaps we can mention it in the article?"

Olive: Watching the woman with a gentle nod, Olive grinned pearly whites at her as she let the womans hand go and gently placed both hers in her pockets. She didnt want to seem a threat to the human, as she was very thankful that where they were standing there was green grass already under her feet so that when the weeds sprouted up around her feet they blended in and it wasnt so easily noticeable. It was the little things, she thought, that would get her noticed as something unnatural and she sighed lightly under her breath. She hated that it was difficult for her to blend in, really. She wished it was slightly easier for her, that she didnt have to try half as hard or put forth the amount of effort that she did in order to be around normal humans.

Olive: Ever since she had accidentally summoned that spirit in the street outside of a factory she had just gotten done robbing, it seemed more and more people were starting to recognize her - and quite frankly she didnt like that. She liked being able to keep her head down, and not be noticed or told to stop by every cop that she randomly walked past. This made her life more difficult in the long run, and she chewed on her inner cheek though she kept the warm smile on her face to Martha. "Oh yes. We should. Do you think that would be alright Martha?" She personalized the statement, being a people person wasnt difficult for her to do as she glanced over to Shamus. What in gods green earth was he up to? Her eyes silently asked him as she rocked back on her heels and smiled back to Martha.

[Shamus]

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

Shamus: Martha basically fell on to Olive her eyes searching up to the other's face pleadingly, "Would you really? Honestly?" Shamus smiled a bit. It seemed that the girl took favor in Olive for whatever reason. She may have felt reassured by her or felt a closeness like a sister. He rolled his shoulders with a bit of a shrug, it didn't really matter. It would soon be over. He pointed over to the Station Net Cafe, "Come now, my dear. Let's go over there, so we can do a bit of research on a few things and get some peace and quiet." He offered a smile and turned to head in that direction, figuring that Olive would be able to handle getting poor Martha headed in the direction.

Olive: Olive raised her brows at Martha, giving her that signature smile that was inviting. Of course she was taken to her - Olive was flirtatious and enjoyed being in the presence of women in general. She nodded swiftly to Martha and raised a brow over at Shamus. Move to the station net. How interesting. She smirked lightly and extended her hand to Martha's, offering her a hand up. Pulling the woman to her feet, she dropped her hand back to her pocket only to start to stroll along with Martha about a step or two behind the wandering Shamus. He knew what he was doing, that much was clear - even if he didn't let Olive in on his plans. "So, how long have you lived in Harper Rock then Martha?" Olive asked lightly, glancing at the woman to her side.

Shamus: Martha had a rich lifestyle, but she had earned it. However, none of that would matter after tonight and no one would know of her tale. She kept her focus entirely on Olive and this gave Shamus ample time to slow his pace down enough to walk side by side with them. And it was time. Before Martha could ever answer the question, Shamus' hand had already reached out and tossed her down the small alley between the library and the Station Net. Whether from fear, shock, or something else entirely the woman did not scream. His eyes moved to look to at Olive as he gave a slow nod, "Aye, it be about tha time ta get tha real show under way." A hand moved inside his suit coat as he pulled out two knives, tossing one to her. There was such beauty in destruction and even more so in creation.

Olive: She blinked as she looked down the alley to Martha. And just as she was starting to become intrigued, she thought, chuckling she shook her head. So this was his idea of fun. She caught the knife easily that he had tossed to her, catching it with her uninjured hand and twirling it around a couple of times as she raised a brow to him and spoke with a sly smirk. "How interesting." She stopped twirling the knife around to hold it by its handle in her half open palm, glancing down to study the beautiful weapon that was Shamus' clear choice in favorite. She let her chocolate hues wash over the knife before she slid into the dark alley, her gaze fixated on Martha now though she spoke to Shamus. "And what exactly did you have in mind?"

Shamus: Martha began to stammer on about things, but Shamus was already in the process of bringing the shadows around the area into a thicker constant while looking at Olive, "Ya see, tha main goal is ta create through destruction. It be a beatiful process, aye. But it be a bit on tha time consumin'. We have ta take things slow and evalute. Make sure we don't harm her outside of slowly killin' her and always look into her eyes. It will let us know who she truly be." He rolled his head around in a slow circle as he looked over at Martha, "Death can show tha very nature of a person." He smiled somewhat, "Shall we?"

Olive: Olive looked around at the darkness that consumed the area they were in. She could do that, control the shadows. And she could even bring them into herself, though when she did that all the areas that originally had been captured by the natural darkness were devoid of color and turned to an eerie grey scale. She looked to Shamus as he spoke, and raised a brow, clearly intrigued by his words. Create through destruction. Create what? What was his end goal here? To learn about Martha here? God he is so... unique! She grinned broadly. Oh yes, she quite enjoyed his company and was liking more and more the time she spent with him. Giving a nod she moved to Martha, pulling the woman to her feet and shoving her against the brick wall that was the outside wall to the library.

Shamus: He nodded as he watched Martha being tossed about. It was interesting. He was not usually a betting man, but he wanted to make a bet on how long she could stand under the pain. His eyes were drawn more and more to Martha's now, staring deep inside, as if he saw things that no one else could. His voice came out evenly, despite how excited he was, "Can ya feel it, Olive? From tha depths of yer soul tha blood that courses through yer very veins. Tha shadows that quiver tha excitement that be there. Taste tha fear, smell tha fear, feel tha tension, and see tha truth that lie within." He took the knife and instead of cutting Martha, he sliced his own hand open. A quirk of a grin cracked his features that held only to the right side as his stare bore holes into Martha's eyes. (cont)

Shamus: The black blood slowly rose up and floated eerily into the air before disappating into a void of its own, "Ya be in a different world now, lass. Yer last mistake in life was goin' ta tha park this evenin'." He showed her his hand to force the image into Martha's mind even more, before pressing it to her hand. The blood staining her palm as his own wound sealed shut, "Welcome ta a never endin' nightmare."

Olive: Olive stared at Shamus as he spoke, her sly coy grin only growing in size to encompass her face after she licked over her lips. It was almost as if she could taste the fear. Smell Martha's very terrified nature, feel the very fear that Martha felt within the depths of her own soul that she kept hidden from the world. And to her surprise, she enjoyed it. It didn't surprise her because she liked the fear, no, that much she figured she would enjoy very much so as she gobbled the emotion right up. What surprised her was that she found she was in fact enveloping in that fear, and wanting more of it. She wanted every inch of fear that Martha had to offer them. And suddenly she found that she was determined to get it out of the woman.

Olive: She chuckled softly at Shamus's admittance of Martha walking in on her own personal nightmare. Oh yes, she most certainly had. The statement couldn't have been more true, for that of Martha. Olive couldn't help but grin wickedly, twirling the knife in her hand before stepping into Martha and pressing the knife against the woman's throat. Though she didn't press it hard enough for it to slice through it, the tip of the blade did manage to draw a single drop of blood as her eyes widened in excitement. "Tell me Martha, what is it that you fear the most?" She asked, tipping her head to the side as she licked over her lips again. Chocolates staring intently into Martha's beautiful blue eyes, Olive couldn't help but reach up and safely tuck some of the woman's loose hair back behind her ear.

Shamus: He wished he could see what Martha was seeing. It must have been truly frightening. All he could do was stare into her eyes and drink in the emotion that was going on. There was no defiance, but that was a rarity. Pride had not come nor any other emotion. Nothing but fear. This was something splendid. But he wanted to see more of this delicate process. But before he could step in, Olive was taking the initiative. A small grin was taking form on his features. It was happening, the shadow was awakening. It would make sense soon, everything would. There was a reason to every step to every note. Some people found different ways, but he knew that she was like him. He had found this path over a decade ago and now he could introduce someone else to the tune. And she was a natural. (cont)

Shamus: It was a shame that Martha was in such a state of shock that she had lost her voice. All she could comprehend was what was going on around her. Sight, smell, and touch still worked. But the motor skills were failing and she was slowly beginning to lose her ability to hold her own weight up as she did not know what to do. She wanted to run, but there was nowhere to run. The darkness was pressing in so hard it was almost suffocating. She was trapped in her own personal hell.

Olive: Staring into those blue eyes of Martha's, Olive laughed. She laughed. Loudly. How intoxicating! Its like a drug, something I cant get enough of! She allowed her fangs to slide out due to her amount of excitement overwhelming her. She hadn't had this much fun in a long while, and lord was she enjoying it. She smoothed more hair out of Martha's face as she slid the knife from the woman's throat down to her abdomen, the tip of it lightly dragging along the fabric until she stopped it and slowly pressed the tip into the fabric that separated the cold metal from the smooth soft skin of Martha's stomach. Digging it in, she searched Martha's facial features for something, anything that would only incite her excitement further.

Olive: Martha whimpered, allowing the sweet sound of pure terror to slip past her lips, and Olive grinned almost an evil grin. It was all she needed, as she dug the knife past the fabric and into the flesh of the woman's stomach, spearing it into her cavity there and attempting to not damage any extremely vital organs. No, she didn't want the fun to be quite up just yet. Martha's eyes got wide at the pain that Olive inflicted with the knife that Shamus had given her, and Olive's eyes got wide with Martha's though her's got wide out of pure adrenaline. "Mmm, yes. That is simply delicious!" She spoke quickly, sliding the knife out from the stab wound she had created and taking a deep breath, her other hand moving to grip Martha's shoulder to hold her up against the brick wall.

Shamus: The girl had a talent. She had intentionally missed the vital organs, those might be good for something. He nodded a bit as he thought about what could be before disregarding all thoughts and focusing on the here and now. Martha was breaking out of her shell a bit. Pain often did that to a great many. But she was starting to close her eyes because of it. This wasn't going to be good. The eyes were the key that held everything. Lightly at first he tapped Martha on the cheek, "Come now, lass. Don't be such a spoil. Do us a bit of good and ya can make it home. It be quite tha deal, aye?" The charm was no longer going to work as the fear and pain were ruling over her every action. It was subtle at first, but it kept growing. Anger. (cont)

Shamus: He needed to see her eyes otherwise there would be no true enjoyment. The truth, the means behind the ends, all would be lost. Without realizing the strength in his backhand, he let it fly against Martha's cheek. There was a loud pop that could be heard over his cries, "If ya care not ta look at me tha cat can eat ya and tha devil can eat tha cat!" It was then he realized what had actually happened. He had broken something of Martha. At first glance he was not quite sure what did break. There was only dread in the back of his mind along with worry, "Oh dear..."

Olive: Holding Martha to the brick wall was all that kept her up and not off the dirty ground. Olive glanced over to Shamus when he patted the woman's cheek, her chocolates locking with his greens. He seemed just as excited - and then it was gone as Martha started to close her eyes from the pain. His emotion got loose it seemed, unreigned as he lashed out then, backhanding her hard. His words were spoken so fast Olive blinked trying to follow what he had said, though she only really caught the end of his statement as she snickered. Smirking, she twirled the blade again in her hand, talking in a low hushed tone. "That's the thing about pain... it demands to be felt." She kept the woman pinned to the wall, "Martha." She said harshly, loudly. "Martha, open your eyes."

Olive: And Martha did, they fluttered open as they dashed with tears that soon brimmed over her bottom lids and spilled down past her cheeks to roll off the bone of her jawline and fall heavily to the ground. Olive grinned. The intoxication was back, seeing the tears incited her again, stirring something in her that was dark and full of evil. Was this why she had become a shadow? Because of this hidden darkness living behind her walls that she kept in between her and the real world? She licked over her lips and brought the knife up, drawing her tongue down the length of the blade to savor the womans life force. "Mmm. To let her live or not... playing God are we?" She mused, glancing back over to Shamus. Was that what he wanted? Her to feel what it felt like to play God? She loved it.

Olive: Maybe a little too much.

Shamus: It was only her jaw and not her neck. That was a good sign. Plus her eyes were open once again. A small grin was spreading over his features even as Olive posed the question. Playing God? The thought had never occurred to him before. The power to hold life and death with his very hands. He shook his head at the thought of it. That did not interest him too much. He just wanted to create and enjoy the rare moments like these. He threw back his head and began to bark with laughter as he inched his knife closer, "Ah, lass... Yer muscles be so used ta stretchin', but I bet that they could move a bit more if I did somethin' like this..." He brought the knife under her arm and made quick worse of tearing the muscles. It was then he began to move the arm, "Ah, ya see? So much more flexibility!"

Olive: Martha cried out a muffled pain filled cry, gurgling as Olive held the woman's uninjured shoulder tighter to the wall. Shamus had cut her muscles, cut her tendons and made it possible for Martha's arm to be removed with a couple more dashes of the knife into her fragile human flesh. He had done something twisted, evil and deliberate - just to show Martha that her attempt to be flexible was nothing compared to the rang of motion he was offering her. Olive laughed lightly and shook her head, flipping the blade in her hand so it was facing towards her, bringing it up to Martha's shoulder as she spread her fingers on the hand that had the human pinned to the brick wall.

Olive: White knuckles shown that Olive had a death grip on the borrowed weapon, and she moved to press it into the fabric of the woman's shirt, her evil little coy smirk returning. "Show me that fear again, Martha." She demanded, staring into those ocean blue hues that contained utmost terror behind the waterfalls of tears. Slowly, very slowly, Olive pressed the knife into the woman's shoulder as she took in another deep breath. The woman's scent was just as fulfilling as the intoxicating nature she offered, and Olive couldn't believe she hadn't done this sooner. How fragile humans are. She thought, pressing the knife the rest of the way into Martha's shoulder as it was finally buried hilt deep into her shoulder. Pulling her hand down, she heard the knife grind against bone as she exhaled sharply through her nose.

Shamus: Things were slowly starting to grow stale. It was not that he did not enjoy the sufferings of poor Martha, but he wanted to create now that he had destroyed. He was absolutely certain that there would be no other emotion shown other than fear, which he had to admit was a bit saddening. It was then he drew his eyes over to Olive and gave a small nod, "Aye, I think it be about tha time ta end things. Tha next main event be about ta start." He nodded once more to himself and leaned extremely close to Martha, "Tell me, lass... Do ya wish ta die or ta go home tonight? If ya choose tha first option, ya will be able ta see yer husband after so long..." It was the first time Martha had spoken it what had seemed like ages. "Kill me!" It was a scream like no other, but one of pleading desperation.

Shamus: A grim smile took hold of his features as Shamus gave a curt nod, "Aye, thought so." His eyes moved to Olive's once more, "From destruction we shall create." His hand moved to take hold of Martha's head and pulled it forward before cutting her throat. It was then he wrenched it backwards sharply and let the blood fly everywhere. He could have easily killed her quickly, but it would have meant damaging what might be of use. As Martha began to fade he whispered softly to her one last time, "Say a prayer and beg for forgiveness. May tha Holy Father shine His light down upon ya as he casts me further inta tha depths of darkness."

Olive: 'Kill me!' Martha had requested death. Olive blinked. Why. Why had she wanted death? Surely there was a reason to fight for life? Of course the more she thought about it, the more it dawned on Olive exactly why Martha chose death over life. Two vampires had just kidnapped her, tortured her for their own amusement, and scarred her for life. Not to mention, who was going to believe her? No one, that's who. She would be branded crazy for the rest of her life... I cant blame her. A tinge of sadness inched behind her chocolate hues, the tiniest of shakes of her head given as she slid the knife from Martha's shoulder and looked at it in her palm. Crimson. It was beautiful.

Olive: She blinked over at Shamus. The creation. This was what he was so wrapped up in the moment for, for the glory of being a creator. How could he not think this was playing God? To Olive, it was nothing short of it. She stepped back on a diagonal, watching as Shamus delivered the final blow and then tilted Martha's head back. Her blood sprayed everywhere, and Olive hopped back quickly to avoid being splattered with deep red crimson blood. She tipped her head to hear his words that he whispered to Martha then... was that a prayer? She raised both her eyebrows, righting her head as she wiped the blade on her jeans to clean it off and be able to return it the way it had been given to her.

Olive: Watching the life force ooze from Martha's neck finally as it subsided, she looked at the whole picture, or rather, the entire canvas. It was glorious, the picture he had painted, and she simply beamed. "Superb." She muttered, crossing her arms over her chest but being careful of the knife she still had in her uninjured hand. That was the last thing she needed was another wound tonight - especially after this ordeal. She felt drained, mentally, physically, emotionally. The tiredness waved over her like a tidal wave, and she swallowed dryly. "Was that a prayer you said to her?" She asked lightly, licking over her lips and not making a second note of the dead Martha that was slumped over now.

Shamus: The portrait was indeed a sight for sore eyes. It had been a while since something this grand had been crafted, but he had help. However the work was only half way done. There was something that told him there would be an amazing find within the corpse that was once Martha. What it was exactly, he had no idea. But he knew that he would find it. Before he could get to work on sorting through his finds, he was brought to a different state of mind. A question that was raised to him by Olive. In all honesty, he had forgotten that she was there for a brief moment as he was consumed with the task at hand. He stared at her for a few moments with his head tilted to the side as he thought back trying to recall what she had said. Finally everything fell together and he understood.

Shamus: With a small nod he smiled at her and looked over to the corpse, "Aye, it be a small farewell as it were. It not be for me ta place tha act of judgement for I am not tha Creator, just a man who creates." He offered a small smile and then rolled his shoulders with a bit of a shrug, "It be somethin' like that anyways. I try not ta get too gossipal or I might start preachin' a sermon like Pratt does with his Nox." He threw back his head and began to bark with laughter before rolling his head around in a few circles in order to calm himself down. His eyes found the corpse as his head came to a stop. It was time. He knelt down next to the body and began to slice it open, ready to see what his find would be.

Olive: She had asked him a question, and for a second there she thought she was going to have to be the one to repeat herself this time. Usually she was asking others to repeat themselves, unsure of what they had said. But this time he was studying Martha closely, so closely it seemed that her words were lost on him. Then he turned his head and looked at her, staring at her with those bright green hues of his, she nearly broke the eye contact the way he was staring at her. Like she wasn't there. But then he spoke up, and she nodded slowly at his response. Thought so.

Olive: Her feet shuffled her to the nearest thing to lean against which happened to be a metal trashcan, and she checked its sturdiness with the flat of her hand before sliding to sit on the edge of it gingerly. She brought her injured hand to rest against her knee, her other hand twirling the blade that she had grown to liking. It was a simple silver knife, the handle wrapped in black leather and the hilt small and not fancy at all, but she most certainly enjoyed its presence in her hand as the weight of it felt perfect. He most certainly had great taste in weapons as she glanced up at his barking laughter, staring at him with her own wicked grin while he calmed himself down enough to kneel next to Martha and start cutting her open.

Olive: Olive blinked. Mutilating the dead, too. Who is this guy?! She chuckled softly to herself and watched in amusement as he sliced and carved and split her open as if he had done this a million times before. He probably has... how awesome. She watched him in silence with a look of admiration while she continued to twirl and flip the knife she had grown to like in her uninjured hand.

Shamus: He began to hum a bit. The music had just decided to come to him from wherever it was. It was nice. It made dissecting Martha that much easier for Shamus. Usually he had a thing for always going for the ribs, but he wanted to break away from that. How would Elizabeth feel if he brought home another set of ribs? Actually she probably wouldn't have cared and would have enjoyed the fact that he bonded with Olive. He rolled his shoulders with a bit of a shrug and started pulling out intestine. It never hurt to make something with this. As weird as that thought could be. All he had to do was twine it up and then let it dry. He frowned a bit and made a mental note to make sure that it was entwined extra thick so it wouldn't rip. Quickly he looked over to Olive with a bit of a smile,

Shamus: "Do ya need an umbrella stand?" It was a stupid question really, of course she needed one. So he set to work cutting the legs from the knees, which was not that hard to do with some of his knives. Each set had their own purpose. The left to cut and the right to tear. It was a simple method that worked out splendidly so he decided to never change it as the madness seemed to fit. He cackled just a bit as the task at hand was accomplished and looked over at the rest of the body. It was a shame that he did not really want anything else, it all seemed to be in good shape. It was then he happened to glance up and spot her teeth. He gave a bit of a nod and started to rip them out of Martha's mouth. He knew he could do something with them, if not just give them away tooth by tooth.

Shamus: They might even come in handy in a ritual or two. He sure as hell didn't know. Magic was something he didn't really care to mess with even as much as Elizabeth loved to dabble in it.

Olive: Shamus started pulling Martha's intestines out while he hummed an odd tune. She raised a brow at him, unable to contain the thought that he looked like he was enjoying himself. Like he was purely living in the moment, and that every time he did this, he truly felt... alive. Olive smiled genuinely at him. She was starting to understand the person that was Shamus, the man he did well to hide under that elegant coat of his. She blinked lightly as he gave her his own smile, she couldn't help but give him a thumbs up. That felt like the right thing to do - how could she not encourage this behavior that only helped him feel closer to those of the living?

Olive: She laughed lightly. He was most certainly oddly intriguing. And she couldn't help but see just how alike the two of them were. He was just as odd as she was, more so in the fact that he showed it outwardly; she tended to hide it under several layers that one needed to be trusted with to see who she actually was. Though she had an odd feeling that Shamus wouldn't have to work nearly as hard as anyone else to peel those layers away and be trusted with her inner most workings of her mind. He was refreshing. She liked that about him; because it was rare. It was rare that she was this interested in anyone really.

Olive: He plucked her teeth from her skull one at a time, and Olive found herself gritting her teeth at the sounds of the teeth tearing from the still healthy gums. Jaw muscles visibly flexed as she struggled with the sounds that he was making, those teeth clattering in his hand as he finally plucked the last one from her skull. "You should take one of her hands and give it to someone who asks you for a hand. That would be priceless." She laughed at her silly joke.

Shamus: He had just finished pulling out the last of the teeth he thought he would need when he heard Olive's suggestion. A hand idly reached up and scratched at his chin, spreading a little bit of blood through the little facial hair that he did have. It was a good idea, fantastic really. Immediately he began to work on taking both of them so he could offer double the help if need be. The thought of it shook him with laughter. His eyes wandered over and found her, "It reminds me of tha first time when I had angered a woman by tha name of Elizabeth Swift." He gave a nod as he stopped working, content with everything he had done, "She was a bit upset that we had killed her sire, Asmodeous." He grinned a bit, "I will be callin' him Asmodick here after." He shook his head with a bit of laughter,

Shamus: "Before we could kill Asmodick, she would try ta protect him. And afterwards, things grew worse. It came down ta point where here and I got into a fight one on one as it were." He gave a nod and scratched at his chin as he remembered it, "She ran off... Well hobbled, really. I had taken her leg from her in tha fight. It was quite funny, really. I called her and told her she danced better without." He threw back his head and began to bark with laughter as he thought about it, "Aye, it was a good time. We had a love hate relationship. Loved ta hate each other, but there was a bit of like in there somewhere. But that be somewhere else entirely. Needless ta say, I got me a leg from a random individual and sent her the bones in the mail piece by piece

Shamus: "before goin' out and just sendin' her tha entire rottin' flesh of tha entire leg." He began to shake with laughter. It was too hard for him to control himself, but eventually he managed to do so, "And from experiences like that, I have noticed I am usually only attracted ta women that try ta kill me. I just be thankful that I have Elizabeth now and not Swift."

Olive: Shamus set to taking one of the hands and she grinned broadly, he seemed to like that idea. She was pretty much proud of herself as she watched him then set to taking the other, and start laughing. The joke had set in, and she grinned full sets of pearly whites. She was incredibly proud of herself at this point, feeling like she had passed his initiation exam with flying colors. Or something. Then he made a play on words about this guys name, and she couldn't help but laugh. It was so stupid it was funny, and she couldn't help but smack her knee with her injured hand once before wincing lightly but still laughing and lightly shaking her head side to side.

Olive: Olive listened to the story he told intently, even stopping flipping the blade in her hand idly and resting the tip on her other kneecap, spinning it lightly and carefully enough not to injure herself again. Both eyebrows raised as he mentioned taking Swift's leg, and then she laughed. "God that would suck!" She chuckled, reaching her injured hand to the back of her neck and rubbing it lightly. A love hate relationship didn't seem so far-fetched with him - the way he thought and acted seemed to be simple yet incredibly complex. She could see a woman loving and hating him all in one. But then again Liz didn't seem to hate him. She seemed to love him, and only love him, and for that Olive couldn't help the grin that spread on her face to him.

Olive: She nodded to him, still spinning the blade on her kneecap. "You are lucky to have Liz. She is a wonderful person that woman. She has offered to help me with learning how to stealth raid. The last one I found I got my *** handed to me with a hefty bounty to boot." She pursed her lips to the side and shook her head a little, clearly not happy about that incident.

Olive: "Hence why I'm trying my hand at crafting. She said it was cheaper to make the items for breaking and entering than to buy them." She shrugged lightly and flipped the knife up in the air, catching it and twirling it in her palm before standing from the garbage can and making her way back over to him.

Shamus: He gave a small nod as she mentioned how he was lucky to have Elizabeth, "More so than ya know..." He had never told anyone the depths of how he truly felt about her. But she was more than just his wife and soul bound partner. She was his savior. Without her, he would have stayed drowning in the depths of darkness that he could never have hoped of climbing out. By offering a hand, she helped guide him to become himself and not just a puppet to be used by Rocklin. He became Shamus Naarc and would forever be the man who he is. Slowly he got to his feet and looked around to see what was going on. Everything was quiet, but it rarely stayed quiet for too long. Sometimes things just randomly popped up. He started to gather everything up, keeping his eyes peeled for random movement before

Shamus: addressing Olive once more, "Before she went out and started gettin' things on her own, I used ta go and get everythin' she needed. But when she saw tha fun I was havin', she decided ta give it a go and things have been that way since. Or somethin' like that. I never can really tell. I just know that at one point I decided ta focus a bit more on me own art while she decided ta do her own style of art. It worked out well. Especially now with her magic stuff she be tryin' ta do. I can get what she needs ta be done with it." He smiled a bit and gave a nod, "Aye, it be workin' perfectly." It was then he noticed the body, "Do ya think ya can pick it up? I figure we leave it inside tha Station Net as a surprise for Taranto. He'll know what ta do with anyways. He knows me own style."
Shamus: He quirked a bit of a grin though it only held to the right side. Thoughts of how Taranto would handle this surely would be interesting.

Olive: Olive raised her brows and then nodded, handing him back the knife before she hoisted the torso up and over her shoulder of that which once was Martha. She sighed, getting blood all over her grey wife beater tank top. She'd either have to bleach it, or toss it after this night was over with. She was glad she was right next to that which she called home, staying in the apartment above the library which Mora owned. She held the torso on her shoulder as it dripped blood, every step she took more weeds sprouting in between the cracks she managed to find with the soles of her shoes, her injured hand reaching up to slick through her mohawk that remained standing straight up despite the nights activities.

Olive: Sliding to the front of the building, she looked around for prying eyes before she motioned to Shamus to check the Station Net Cafe. "Make sure there isn't anyone in there. I'm already notorious as is. Cops keep telling me to stop and I have to keep giving them the slip." She admitted, giving a light laugh and a small shake of her head, "Stupid law enforcement. They don't even know what they are dealing with." She smirked then, and kept an eye out for anyone who might be coming up or down the street.

Shamus: He walked after her casually, not even bothering too much too look around the building too much. He couldn't smell anything and he figured that right now he could smell something before he would have been able to see it. As he was at the door, Olive brought up a strange request. It felt strange to him at least. His eyes gazed upon her as he looked at her rather amused. After a few moments he smiled before questioning her, "Don't ya be a shadow?" He grinned a bit and concentrating on blending his own body to that of the shadows itself. He would hide within them. He felt extremely exhausted by doing so, however. He had over used the abilities he had and he was feeling the tole from it. He shook his head and tried to steady his mind, "Just follow tha smell." He grinned a bit

Shamus: and just walked straight inside keeping to the edges. There were a few vampires around, but that was about it. It seemed everyone had something better to do or was sleeping. That did not bother him, he had a goal. Taranto's office was where he needed to go. A little present of sorts until he could come back and collect everything later. His head tilted off to the side as he wondered what exactly would happen if the cops showed up with the body there. Poor Taranto. He rolled his shoulders with a bit of a shrug. Hopefully his joke didn't turn out that badly.

Olive: She blinked. Oh yeah. She kept forgetting that she was able to hide in the shadows and become invisible to everyone. She idly wondered if the torso she was holding would go invisible too, but she didn't ask as he had already slipped inside and disappeared into the shadows. She chuckled at the thought of a floating, bleeding, freshly killed torso in the Station Net Cafe, concentrating on going invisible and following suit behind him, letting him lead the way. She smirked to herself as she glanced around - no one else seemingly taking notice of her and this corpse, so she assumed that it too had gone invisible while slung on top of her shoulder.

Olive: Keeping pace with Shamus, she licked over her lips at the overwhelming scent of blood. She was now soaked in it, from neck to waist, her poor shirt entirely crimson now and matted to her skin - though the wound in the center of her chest left a blanched black spot that seemingly melted against the red and into it, seeping into its slightly larger than a half dollar shaped circle. She hated that she had that wound, but if that was all she had to pay for the price of immortality, she would deal with it.

Shamus: The office had been found or he thought at least. The sign that read 'Office' made him think it was Taranto's office at least. He rolled his shoulders with a bit of a shrug. It could be someone else's office and it really didn't matter at this point. The fun part would be the word that would spread about what had happened. With a well placed boot to the door, it opened rather easily. Of course there was the loud sound of it crashing against the wall, but that really didn't matter right now. He planned on being quick and since no one was in the room, he could do so. Right on top of the desk, he deposited the items, planning to come on back for them later if he remembered. He gave a bit of a chuckle and waited until he thought Olive had passed him by and closed the door. Soon he was off headed towards the exit with a fit of laughter, "That went off rather on tha well side of tha things, aye?"

Olive: She spotted the sign that read 'Office' as well, and quietly she followed after Shamus with the heavy body. Or part of a body. She idly thought about Martha and how she had gone from this gorgeous beautiful woman doing yoga in a part late at night to this bleeding corpse draped over her shoulder as she carted it thought the cafe. She made sure to be extra quiet, in case one of the other pires on the computers at this late hour were to notice the blood trail from the door, but then there was an incredibly loud bang and crash, and she laughed. Shamus had kicked the door straight open, not hesitating to deposit the entrails smack dab center to the desk and then high tailing it out of the cafe. She followed suit, setting the torso in the office chair facing the door then ran after him.

Olive: "Ha ha ha ha ha!" She responded, laughing in a fit as she exited the cafe and turned to head to the library. "Oh man. That was priceless." She chuckled, crossing to the door of the library and opening it.

Shamus: Once more he found himself shaking. It was hard not to with all the laughter that was brewing forth. But he noticed that the library door was opening up. A small frown etched itself across his features. It would seem that the journey would end here, "Tha garden I have on top of tha Chateau is a lot nicer than tha books that have been gathered in tha library. Mind ya, readin' a book don't always be a bad thing." He shook his head with a bit of a smile. It was fun while it lasted, "Well ya know where I be if ya need me, kiddo. Tha phone and internet be connected ta me brain so I am not that hard ta get a hold of." He smiled a bit as he started to walk with his garden in mind, "Unless I want ta be."

Olive: Olive looked back at Shamus, giving a warm smile as she noticed the light frown that crossed his features. Awh, he likes me. She shook her head and slid a foot the hold the library door open, crossing her arms over her blood soaked chest. She most certainly needed a shower now. She couldn't help but find it cute that he was clearly unhappy with their little adventure coming to an end. She grinned. "Flowers schmowers. They cant entertain you for hours like my books can." She smirked, waving a hand at him dismissively, giving him a nod of her head. "Course. I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other sooner rather than later." And with that she ducked into the library to go strip her Martha blood soaked clothes off and jump into the shower before heading to bed.