--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Shamus: Shamus realized he hated a lot of things. Before he became a vampire and was so poor he could not even afford the dirt to walk on, he hated not having money. Now that he was a vampire and could make money so easily, he hated it. Everything seemed less valuable now. Things just did not mean as much as they used to whenever he had to steal it or create it just to have it. He vaguely wondered if he had a complex that no matter what situation he was in, he was going to hate it. He rolled his shoulders with a bit of a shrug, it didn't matter. There was one thing he would never be able to hate, that being his relationship with Elizabeth. The book she had made for him was the best thing he could ever ask for. He loathed magic, yet he would use this constantly. It made seeing her that much easier. With a spoken few words, his body seemed to melt away. It felt similar as to how he would teleport himself, but different in a way. With this, it felt like he had no control, while he had some. It was complicated to think about, so obviously he often pondered about how he could try to manipulate it and gave himself headaches over it. As the world began to reform, there she was. The brightest star of the night sky. A small smile lit his features as he gazed upon her, "Well ahoy there, Tulip. What be on yer mind this evenin'?"
Elizabeth: She had just purchased perhaps the best invention ever. A lock box. She had pondered where to put it, but then realized there was no reason to ponder at all! By her ritual alter, where she could, of course store all her ritual ingredients in there! But, by the time that was all said and done, she had no more room for anything else and so, she had no place for her crafting devices. "Blasted lock boxes. There is hardly anything in it at all!" She said as the woman put a foot on top the box just to close it as both hands helped push it down too. She heard him approaching, for who else would it be, besides Taranto and he always rang before he came. She adored the man, truth be told, even if he was an odd one with referring to her as his liege. Perhaps one evening, he would see her as family and not as something he served by. She heard his question, but the woman waved a dismissive hand, still pondering if she could perhaps, even fit one more coin in her lockbox, but decided it was best not to risk it. Not that her thoughts helped her any, for before she could turn and walk away, the thing she has summoned, more or less, had zipped by and kicked the lock box over, the contents spilling out all over the place. "I am organizing for the holocaust, but someone seems to think better of the idea." She groaned. "I think I shall need at least two more of these things." She pointed to the lockbox.
Shamus: His eyes followed the creature that moved with inhuman speed. It clearly did not like to do things that were friendly towards anyone else. He nodded a bit. The creature had style and nerves, he had to give it that. Just before he was going to give it his approval, he realized what it was before it disappeared from his sight, "That... Why do they keep comin' back?" He shook his head and glared about hoping it would show its head, "I thought we got rid of tha last few?" A scowl was slowly forming as he thought back to that time, "I be thinkin' that they like ta torment me and yerself." He rolled his head around in a few circles and then smiled at her, "But ya need more crates?" His hand reached up to scratch at his chin, "Why not we just go and build us a storage shelter for all tha things we be needin'? It be less cluttered than keepin' boxes about and we can label things." He gave a bit of a nod, "Aye, I be likin' tha sound of that. Plus we can trap people in there ta make 'em go mad."
Elizabeth: "A storage shelter?" She looked at him curiously, her mind clearly at work by the look in her eye and the tilting of her head. "I do not know. If we have nothing but crates in there, and someone knows how to make things, or can do rituals, it may backlash against us." She waved a hand at the idea of the fae. "I know not. I have barely ritualed in a weeks time and yet, there it is. I thought it would have grown bored by now after it had been summoned up, but it seems content on ruining everything it touches. Which reminds me, it was in our closet and destroyed some of your hats. Minus the one you are wearing now and the one I wore the other night." She beamed, thinking on how the hat seemed more fitting on her than him. At least Jacob had seemed to think so.
Shamus: His hats? He shook his head a bit. He knew she had said other things, but the thing had destroyed his hats. It was a cruel monster and knew how to cut him deeply. Were his suits okay? He shook his head violently. Certainly it had not made it to the pin striped one. He wanted to wear that one next. He thought it would like rather dashing on him. After a while he blinked a few times and looked into her eyes, "Wait... Ya went off wearin' me cowboy hat again?" It was a bit of a relief to know at least that hat was safe, but that creature was going to pay dearly. He immediately began to look around for it, "Do ya think that we can escape its terror and go out ta do somethin?"
Elizabeth: She frowned and shook her head. "No it destroyed that one. The one that's left in the closet. I think they call them bowler hats? I do not know, but I wore it to make certain it would not destroy that one either. I quite fancy that one." She smiled, thinking how magnificent she must have looked in it, for Regan to even have complimented her. Until he had mentioned going on and she frowned slightly, though not enough to let anyone know that she was, in fact frowning. She simply was just not smiling anymore. "Do something? You wish to go out and do something?" She looked around, not certain if they should go out. It seemed as if life was rather chaotic at the moment and the fae creature wasn't helping things any.
Shamus: His thoughts had already shifted back to finding the beast whenever she was talking about hats again. His bowler hat was the only one left in the closet? A hand stretched up and scratched at his chin, thinking about it, "Aye, that be a good call. Ya often look best in just tha hat." His mind was working in over drive. The images he was seeing at the moment would have made a porn star blush. He could only nod as he thought about it before being pulled back to reality with her questions. For a few moments he studied her, already forgetting most of what had happened, "Ya know, Tulip... Ya might be tha best Telepath of all time. Ya always seem ta know what be on me mind, one way or another and ya suggest it." He moved around to where he could wrap an arm around her easily and steered her towards their bedroom, "I be thinkin' we might be needin' a change of clothes. Before tha creature from tha apocalypse decides ta ruin all I do be havin'." He nodded with a quirk of a grin, "I have just tha idea of where we be needin' ta go and what we be needin' ta do, too."
Elizabeth: She beamed at his compliment, though Elizabeth already knew that she was in fact the best telepath of all time. Flattery, often got Shamus exactly what he wanted or needed and even though Elizabeth knew this was some form of that, she didn't mind. Because in her mind, he was telling the absolute truth, which was laced with kindness and a compliment. "This was not quite what I had in mind." She trailed off as the pair went in to their bedroom, pondering on what it was they would be doing in there, since she highly doubted they would be doing that so early in their evening. "Oh! Did I tell you that I finished your sweater in time for you to wear for Christmas? It seems that for some reason, the fae creature is quite fond of it, as it left that alone in our closet." She moved to the closet to show him the sweater. (http://img1.etsystatic.com/019/0/722309 ... 7_ge36.jpg )
Shamus: His head slowly tilted to the side. The sweaters she made were indeed interesting. They were not quite his taste, but he would never tell her such a thing. The sweaters kind of ranked up there with her tea with him. He rolled his shoulders with a shrug at the thought of it all. Perhaps he just had not aged enough, yet. His eyes absorbed what the sweater was and even though he smiled, he knew that he would probably never age enough to appreciate all the finer details. Without wasting much time, he took the sweater and donned it, "I be thinkin', I might be needin' ta break it in before Christmas, aye?" He gave her a bit of a wink and looked at himself, it didn't really matter what he was wearing, she would be happy, "Do ya wish ta get changed before we head on out, Tulip?"
Elizabeth: She looked at him oddly, then rolled her shoulders, before the woman slipped out of the blouse she was wearing, knowing it was obviously not the best choice to wear given he had suggested twice now she change, and instead found a more casual look for her tonight. She pulled out a black knit sweater, decided on keeping the denim knee length she was wearing, moved to the vanity, grabbed a pony tail holder and put her hair up in a messy bun. "There. Now we can make havoc appropriately." She laughed softly, looking at the sweater, then at him, rather expectantly.
Shamus: He grinned as he wrapped his arms around her, "Ya just always be on tha same wave length as me own. Tha tune of havoc is indeed in tha air, aye?" He gave her a kiss as he began to think of the incantation to send them on their way. It was something he had learned not too long ago, he did not have to say some of things out loud anymore for it to work. A teleportation just to the mall to where he could convince a worker to give them some movies to watch for free was just one of those things that worked out that way.
Elizabeth: He had sent them somewhere that was meant to be a surprise, but she had heard where they were going to end up before they actually ended there. As her eyes adjusted to the scenery change, she nodded her head, knowing the sound of the train at the mall because it was close to Christmas time and Elizabeth had ventured out a couple times to the mall to get some Christmas shopping done and the fact she was always purchasing shoes at least once a week, made the sounds of the mall all too familiar to Elizabeth. However, it baffled her that of all places, here was where he had teleported them to. Havoc was fine in small doses, but the mall had literally hundreds of people in it. She looked up at him. "You wish to ride the train? I think there is a size requirement." She laughed, making light of the idea of havoc.
Shamus: The train? He tilted his head off to the side as he looked at it and grinned at her with a bit of a sparkle in his eyes, "Do ya really want ta give it a ride?" He rolled his head in a few circles and began to laugh a bit as he squeezed her, "I think we could just go off and ride tha thing in tha standin' position instead of seated. I be of mind that it would be a tad bit on tha cramped side." He nodded and looked into her eyes.
Elizabeth: Would she like to ride the train? Elizabeth had never thought of such a thing. "No." She decided in less than a second, not trusting anything but him or her to get her to where she needed to be. Even now, she hated the train system and preferred to not use it if she could. Which, given she rarely left the house these nights, the woman did not use them hardly at all. "Not unless you are driving it, which I do not think is possible." She pointed a finger to the man at the "wheel" of the train, still shaking her head.
Shamus: Driving a train? That was the only thought that was stuck in his mind since she had said it. It didn't matter that she had stated she really didn't want to, but he could drive the train. He looked at the conductor and then his boot. It seemed simple enough to get control of the train. He gave a bit of a nod, "Aye, it be a good idea." As he started to take a step towards the train, he realized that he was rather horrible at driving a car. Why would he be able to drive a train? Seemed like it would be worth a shot, though. He rolled his head around in a few circles as he contemplated the idea before shaking his head, "Shall we go see what movies they have? I was thinkin' of one that ya might want ta watch if they have it. It be called The Little Mermaid."
Shamus: Shamus realized he hated a lot of things. Before he became a vampire and was so poor he could not even afford the dirt to walk on, he hated not having money. Now that he was a vampire and could make money so easily, he hated it. Everything seemed less valuable now. Things just did not mean as much as they used to whenever he had to steal it or create it just to have it. He vaguely wondered if he had a complex that no matter what situation he was in, he was going to hate it. He rolled his shoulders with a bit of a shrug, it didn't matter. There was one thing he would never be able to hate, that being his relationship with Elizabeth. The book she had made for him was the best thing he could ever ask for. He loathed magic, yet he would use this constantly. It made seeing her that much easier. With a spoken few words, his body seemed to melt away. It felt similar as to how he would teleport himself, but different in a way. With this, it felt like he had no control, while he had some. It was complicated to think about, so obviously he often pondered about how he could try to manipulate it and gave himself headaches over it. As the world began to reform, there she was. The brightest star of the night sky. A small smile lit his features as he gazed upon her, "Well ahoy there, Tulip. What be on yer mind this evenin'?"
Elizabeth: She had just purchased perhaps the best invention ever. A lock box. She had pondered where to put it, but then realized there was no reason to ponder at all! By her ritual alter, where she could, of course store all her ritual ingredients in there! But, by the time that was all said and done, she had no more room for anything else and so, she had no place for her crafting devices. "Blasted lock boxes. There is hardly anything in it at all!" She said as the woman put a foot on top the box just to close it as both hands helped push it down too. She heard him approaching, for who else would it be, besides Taranto and he always rang before he came. She adored the man, truth be told, even if he was an odd one with referring to her as his liege. Perhaps one evening, he would see her as family and not as something he served by. She heard his question, but the woman waved a dismissive hand, still pondering if she could perhaps, even fit one more coin in her lockbox, but decided it was best not to risk it. Not that her thoughts helped her any, for before she could turn and walk away, the thing she has summoned, more or less, had zipped by and kicked the lock box over, the contents spilling out all over the place. "I am organizing for the holocaust, but someone seems to think better of the idea." She groaned. "I think I shall need at least two more of these things." She pointed to the lockbox.
Shamus: His eyes followed the creature that moved with inhuman speed. It clearly did not like to do things that were friendly towards anyone else. He nodded a bit. The creature had style and nerves, he had to give it that. Just before he was going to give it his approval, he realized what it was before it disappeared from his sight, "That... Why do they keep comin' back?" He shook his head and glared about hoping it would show its head, "I thought we got rid of tha last few?" A scowl was slowly forming as he thought back to that time, "I be thinkin' that they like ta torment me and yerself." He rolled his head around in a few circles and then smiled at her, "But ya need more crates?" His hand reached up to scratch at his chin, "Why not we just go and build us a storage shelter for all tha things we be needin'? It be less cluttered than keepin' boxes about and we can label things." He gave a bit of a nod, "Aye, I be likin' tha sound of that. Plus we can trap people in there ta make 'em go mad."
Elizabeth: "A storage shelter?" She looked at him curiously, her mind clearly at work by the look in her eye and the tilting of her head. "I do not know. If we have nothing but crates in there, and someone knows how to make things, or can do rituals, it may backlash against us." She waved a hand at the idea of the fae. "I know not. I have barely ritualed in a weeks time and yet, there it is. I thought it would have grown bored by now after it had been summoned up, but it seems content on ruining everything it touches. Which reminds me, it was in our closet and destroyed some of your hats. Minus the one you are wearing now and the one I wore the other night." She beamed, thinking on how the hat seemed more fitting on her than him. At least Jacob had seemed to think so.
Shamus: His hats? He shook his head a bit. He knew she had said other things, but the thing had destroyed his hats. It was a cruel monster and knew how to cut him deeply. Were his suits okay? He shook his head violently. Certainly it had not made it to the pin striped one. He wanted to wear that one next. He thought it would like rather dashing on him. After a while he blinked a few times and looked into her eyes, "Wait... Ya went off wearin' me cowboy hat again?" It was a bit of a relief to know at least that hat was safe, but that creature was going to pay dearly. He immediately began to look around for it, "Do ya think that we can escape its terror and go out ta do somethin?"
Elizabeth: She frowned and shook her head. "No it destroyed that one. The one that's left in the closet. I think they call them bowler hats? I do not know, but I wore it to make certain it would not destroy that one either. I quite fancy that one." She smiled, thinking how magnificent she must have looked in it, for Regan to even have complimented her. Until he had mentioned going on and she frowned slightly, though not enough to let anyone know that she was, in fact frowning. She simply was just not smiling anymore. "Do something? You wish to go out and do something?" She looked around, not certain if they should go out. It seemed as if life was rather chaotic at the moment and the fae creature wasn't helping things any.
Shamus: His thoughts had already shifted back to finding the beast whenever she was talking about hats again. His bowler hat was the only one left in the closet? A hand stretched up and scratched at his chin, thinking about it, "Aye, that be a good call. Ya often look best in just tha hat." His mind was working in over drive. The images he was seeing at the moment would have made a porn star blush. He could only nod as he thought about it before being pulled back to reality with her questions. For a few moments he studied her, already forgetting most of what had happened, "Ya know, Tulip... Ya might be tha best Telepath of all time. Ya always seem ta know what be on me mind, one way or another and ya suggest it." He moved around to where he could wrap an arm around her easily and steered her towards their bedroom, "I be thinkin' we might be needin' a change of clothes. Before tha creature from tha apocalypse decides ta ruin all I do be havin'." He nodded with a quirk of a grin, "I have just tha idea of where we be needin' ta go and what we be needin' ta do, too."
Elizabeth: She beamed at his compliment, though Elizabeth already knew that she was in fact the best telepath of all time. Flattery, often got Shamus exactly what he wanted or needed and even though Elizabeth knew this was some form of that, she didn't mind. Because in her mind, he was telling the absolute truth, which was laced with kindness and a compliment. "This was not quite what I had in mind." She trailed off as the pair went in to their bedroom, pondering on what it was they would be doing in there, since she highly doubted they would be doing that so early in their evening. "Oh! Did I tell you that I finished your sweater in time for you to wear for Christmas? It seems that for some reason, the fae creature is quite fond of it, as it left that alone in our closet." She moved to the closet to show him the sweater. (http://img1.etsystatic.com/019/0/722309 ... 7_ge36.jpg )
Shamus: His head slowly tilted to the side. The sweaters she made were indeed interesting. They were not quite his taste, but he would never tell her such a thing. The sweaters kind of ranked up there with her tea with him. He rolled his shoulders with a shrug at the thought of it all. Perhaps he just had not aged enough, yet. His eyes absorbed what the sweater was and even though he smiled, he knew that he would probably never age enough to appreciate all the finer details. Without wasting much time, he took the sweater and donned it, "I be thinkin', I might be needin' ta break it in before Christmas, aye?" He gave her a bit of a wink and looked at himself, it didn't really matter what he was wearing, she would be happy, "Do ya wish ta get changed before we head on out, Tulip?"
Elizabeth: She looked at him oddly, then rolled her shoulders, before the woman slipped out of the blouse she was wearing, knowing it was obviously not the best choice to wear given he had suggested twice now she change, and instead found a more casual look for her tonight. She pulled out a black knit sweater, decided on keeping the denim knee length she was wearing, moved to the vanity, grabbed a pony tail holder and put her hair up in a messy bun. "There. Now we can make havoc appropriately." She laughed softly, looking at the sweater, then at him, rather expectantly.
Shamus: He grinned as he wrapped his arms around her, "Ya just always be on tha same wave length as me own. Tha tune of havoc is indeed in tha air, aye?" He gave her a kiss as he began to think of the incantation to send them on their way. It was something he had learned not too long ago, he did not have to say some of things out loud anymore for it to work. A teleportation just to the mall to where he could convince a worker to give them some movies to watch for free was just one of those things that worked out that way.
Elizabeth: He had sent them somewhere that was meant to be a surprise, but she had heard where they were going to end up before they actually ended there. As her eyes adjusted to the scenery change, she nodded her head, knowing the sound of the train at the mall because it was close to Christmas time and Elizabeth had ventured out a couple times to the mall to get some Christmas shopping done and the fact she was always purchasing shoes at least once a week, made the sounds of the mall all too familiar to Elizabeth. However, it baffled her that of all places, here was where he had teleported them to. Havoc was fine in small doses, but the mall had literally hundreds of people in it. She looked up at him. "You wish to ride the train? I think there is a size requirement." She laughed, making light of the idea of havoc.
Shamus: The train? He tilted his head off to the side as he looked at it and grinned at her with a bit of a sparkle in his eyes, "Do ya really want ta give it a ride?" He rolled his head in a few circles and began to laugh a bit as he squeezed her, "I think we could just go off and ride tha thing in tha standin' position instead of seated. I be of mind that it would be a tad bit on tha cramped side." He nodded and looked into her eyes.
Elizabeth: Would she like to ride the train? Elizabeth had never thought of such a thing. "No." She decided in less than a second, not trusting anything but him or her to get her to where she needed to be. Even now, she hated the train system and preferred to not use it if she could. Which, given she rarely left the house these nights, the woman did not use them hardly at all. "Not unless you are driving it, which I do not think is possible." She pointed a finger to the man at the "wheel" of the train, still shaking her head.
Shamus: Driving a train? That was the only thought that was stuck in his mind since she had said it. It didn't matter that she had stated she really didn't want to, but he could drive the train. He looked at the conductor and then his boot. It seemed simple enough to get control of the train. He gave a bit of a nod, "Aye, it be a good idea." As he started to take a step towards the train, he realized that he was rather horrible at driving a car. Why would he be able to drive a train? Seemed like it would be worth a shot, though. He rolled his head around in a few circles as he contemplated the idea before shaking his head, "Shall we go see what movies they have? I was thinkin' of one that ya might want ta watch if they have it. It be called The Little Mermaid."
