Keara: Enver? If read my words you have. Hope I do that you now a better understanding of me have. Know I do that too many questions of you I ask. Ask your own you may also. Hope know that you do.This RP took place on Wednesday 20th November 2013. The first section is set in two different locations in the city as the character's converse via Mindspeak 2.
Enver: I should email her. After my whiskey's done and I've finished this last page. Why didn't she just email me or text me? She knows I'd have to hunt her down or whip out my phone anyways.
Keara: Enver? How? Erm...last page of what? Did I just your thoughts hear?
Enver: God damn it! Where are the napkins? What sort of place puts napkins way the hell over there? Put them at the god damn table in case people spill their drinks? Keara? Is...is that you? What the hell did I get up to last night? Think Enver, think. When did you become a Telepath?
Keara: I..erm...more likely me is, I suppose. Wanted too badly his voice to hear perhaps. Broken I am. Though knew that already he did. Enver? Where are you? Why do you napkin need. What do you?
Enver: Oh ****. Don't think where you are. They know those things. I think. I wonder if this place has any beer nuts. Screw the last page. Who was this asshole putting his arms around Keara? Skim, skim, skim...looking for a name. God damn it. No name.
Keara: What wrong with him is? Sounds different he does. Enver! Told you I did that questions of me you can ask. Prefer I would if you my words in full read, if you my journal do read. Where are you? What do you now? Tell me please. If summon him I must then summon him I shall. Perhaps that first plan should have been.
Enver: Yeah, I've got questions alright. Who's the jackass I need to sucker punch for putting his hands around her? Damn. Did she hear that? Did I think that too loud? Hello? I'm not at the pub that's for sure. Think of someplace else. The movie theatre. Yeah, I know that like that back of my hand. Summon me? I haven't even paid my tab yet. I hope she doesn't do that. I left it open all night.
Keara: Need punch no-one you do. Care of myself I can take. If think you do that allow another I would that not my blood is, me to embrace without slapping, then wrong you are. Surely knows this he does. Hit him enough I have and like him I do. Enver...in which bar can you be found?
Enver: Am I drunk? Is this really happening? Is this what it's like to be a Telepath? I don't even remember going to talk to the wraith guide about being a Telepath. How much did I drink last night? Beer nuts, beer nuts. There they are. I wonder if beer nuts would go over well at the concession stand? I know which bar I'm not at. Nowhere near the Wickbridge area, as I'm in my theatre, watching a flick. I wonder if she bought that. Wait. Did she hear that too?
Keara: Why will he me no direct answer give? Lie to him I never do and lies now he does to me...Worries me that does...Enver? Keep your secret you may. Matters not where found you can be...matters only if you my words have read and if you me now better understand.
Enver: I swear she's right behind me. Never heard her thoughts so clear. Never knew she could hear my thoughts. Lying is a grey area. It's not like keeping the location a secret hurts her. I don't get it. She says she writes this stuff down to reflect, but then asks me answers I don't know and gets mad at me, when all she really wanted to do is reflect? Why doesn't she just tell me this stuff? She could still reflect in her own time. Now that that's been sorted, time for another drink. I forgot if Temperance was alright with people smoking in here. Better not risk it.
Keara: *Growls* Honest with you I always am. Knew much of my thoughts you already did. You the one are that questions does avoid....Why does he this to me do? Why do I allow it? Where is he? Perhaps I Hannah must find. Question her.
Enver: Can this thing turn off? Think of nothing. I'm thinking about, nothing. : Some time passes. : When did they put this album in here? Crap. I can't think of nothing. This is difficult. F3. Yeah, that was a good song. Where is Hannah? Haven't seen her the last couple of nights. I'm not sure why she gave me that ledger thing, I already know how she feels. She's the one all hung up on her feelings.
Keara: Feelings that understand I do not! Mistake it was perhaps to think you would me better understand. understand myself I do not...Wish Ven here was. Explain it to me he would. Perhaps Deanna better answer has. Wraith she may be but crazy is she not. Broken. Hate that word. Oh Nox, what feeling is this. *whimpers* Like it I do not.
Enver: Ven. Screw Ven. Tired of hearing that guy's name. He hasn't come back. For whatever reason. I've come back. I'll keep coming back. Screw Ven. I'd punch that guy in his face too if he did come back. What the hell is Nox? I don't like this weird thing going on. I hate being a telepath.
This section of the RP took place in the Southern Catacombs.
Keara: Having failed to get any straight answers from him and given his current mood Keara decides to summon him to her, and not because she wants to work things out, but because she has an overwhelming desire to hurt him. As he appears before her, she punches out at him, aiming for his jaw. “Why do you me so mad make!” she growl. “Swear I do that torment me on purpose you do!”
Enver: He appeared before he with a drink in his hand, the male wobbling forward from his slightly inebriated state, then back before he leaned over and vomited. Due to his inability to keep anything in his stomach and the hunching over, he barely missed her punch, but did feel the wind go by above his head, which let him know she was trying to hit him. He didn't answer right away as he let all the whiskey out of his system. "Mad?" He grumbled. "Yeah, well welcome to my world. I was pretty mad yesterday." He coughed, dragged his sleeve across his lips and stood upright as best he could.
Keara: Since her first attempt to attack him didn’t work and due to the fact that she was mad as all hell, she grabbed at his wrists, enacting her ability to generate heat with her hands and pulled him closer to her. “No right had you mad to be. Nothing wrong did I. But if mad you wish to be gladly give you reasons I shall.” Her tone was off, he’d never heard her like this, hell she’d never heard herself like this. For some reason he brought things out in her she never knew were possible and in moments like this, she wasn’t sure if that were a good or a bad thing.
Enver: He growled as he felt and could smell his flesh burning. He'd never seen her like this, not even when she was killing big bad creatures in the catacombs or at a raid. It took him a second to think, maybe from the fact he'd never seen her this way, or from his drinking, but once he did, the male shrugged off the effects with one of his favorite abilities and kicked at her. "Stop it." He bellowed, hoping his kick would send her far enough away from him. "You want me to have answers I don't have. I told you what I thought and it wasn't good enough for you. I'm an Allurist, but that doesn't make me knowledgeable on how other people are feeling, damnit." He stood there, looking down at his wrists as the burn marks slowly faded.
Keara: She should have expected him to fight back, she was good at this, this was what she did and yet it came as a surprise. The blow to her stomach pushed her back into the wall, an impact that was as hard on her head as it was on her emotions. He truly hated her, or at least that was what she thought in that moment and part of her wanted to teleport him into the river. “Asked I did,” she half growled, “for your help in my feelings to define.” Her hand went to the back of her head for a moment before rubbing at her neck. “Asking how I learn is. How children learn do. How know you that this red is?” she said pointing to the lettering on her t-shirt. “Or this black is,” her finger indicated the main body of the garment. “Unless someone tells you does. Need I do someone my feelings to explain. And why you no wish Ven to return I know not. At least he patient with me was. Patient I thought you but changed of late you have. Unpredictable you are.” She looked tense, her eyes fixed upon them as if she were trying to see into the very depth of his soul.
Enver: "How I feel might be different to how you feel. Love isn't the same for everyone. I've been trying to get you to understand that." At the sound of Ven's name, the male sneered. "Yeah, well Ven didn't love you like I love you. Guy couldn't even tell you how beautiful you were. If that's what you want, then fine." He threw a hand in the air, then waved it down. "Guy was a jackass." He rubbed at the back of his neck, as he stared right back at her, his fists clenching at his sides.
Keara: “Say that to me you may not! Ven everything to me was. Dishonour his name you may not,” she growled and lunged for him. She wasn’t really sure what she wanted to do to him, the whole thing about him loving her seemed kind of lost in the haze of her anger. She wanted to bring him to the ground, to restrain him, to make him listen to her, to understand.
Enver: "I'd do more than dishonour him if I saw him here right now." He snarled as her body connected in to his and sent them both toppling to the ground. He rolled, trying to get on top of her, because he knew being below her would put him in a bad bind, or so he thought. "Was. He was. You said so yourself. Was." He tried his hardest to keep her pinned down on the floor beneath him. "I'm not dishonoring his name, I'm dishonoring his inability to be the boyfriend, the husband or the bond mate you deserve."
Keara: She stayed under him, her plan not exactly working the way she had hoped and yet he was at least communicating. Now if she could just get him to listen from his vantage point things might actually sort themselves out between them. She went still beneath him, not wanting to fight him. “Understand I do not why say those things you do?” she was still upset but her tone had altered slightly and the anger was replaced by something else. “Ven a wonderful sire was. A loyal companion. My beloved. My world. And gone he is. Hurt you do only me by those things to say. Know I do that gone he is. Think you that I here would be if thought I did that return he might one day? So disloyal am I not. And yet…think I do that like me now he would not. Changed I am. By this world. And…by you.”
Enver: "Sure. He sounds great. For a Ken doll." He kept his gaze on her. "I'm not trying to hurt you, I'm trying to get you to see. But if you're so wrapped up in Ven, then we've got a problem. I'm not Ven. I'm going to shake your world up. I'm never going not going to tell you you're beautiful and I'm never going to not kiss you." He cleared his throat as he thought on her words, then let go of her. "Great. You too." He stood and dusted himself off. "It's my path, right? That's made you change." He cleared his throat and looked away. "I get it." He nodded his head, eyes still off her.
Keara: He’d been speaking to her with a passion she’d never heard from him before. I was strange to hear but kind of pleasing to the ear at the same time. She lay on the floor and came up onto her elbows as he stood up. She watched him and something now seemed off. She didn’t know what to say or how to act around him and they both seemed to shift in mood without any warning. Was it his path? She doubted that. All she felt from him was his gift to inspire her and she liked that feeling. “Want you Ven to be I do not. Everything that feel I do, even if label it yet I cannot what I for you feel.” She pushed up so she was now sitting and crossed her legs. “Your path no part in my emotions play. Unless powers upon me used you have that know of I do not? Change in me that bring about you do good is. Mostly. Anger perhaps a little stronger is but guess I do that all things balanced must be.”
