B&E 101: Enver style

[Keara Aithne]

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

This RP takes place on Friday 7th March 2014.

Enver: He had done a little searching for some parts he needed to keep crafting, when an idea struck him, only because he walked by the place at the right time before returning back home with the help of his wife. He put all the things down he would be able to use on the crafting bench and then looked at his wife. "I've got it. We've got to go out." He nodded his head.

Keara: There was no reply from her lips, she just stared at him like she didn’t understand a word he’d just said, which in a way, she didn’t. She couldn’t go out. The idea was insane. They were hiding for a reason. She didn’t want to be seen. Couldn’t be seen. Not as she was. She was losing touch with her family, was going a little stir crazy cooped up and unable to hunt and had been dealing with a devil that was barely ankle high all day. So, when the words failed her, she crossed her arms and looked him over, sighing softly as she did so.

Enver: "You can hide in your shadows. Won't take us long to get where we need to go." Enver nodded his head. "Once that's handled, we'll come right back. Can teleport here and maybe summon me back? Or I'll just run home." Enver headed to the closet and started pulling out clothes he wasn't sure would fit her and put them on the bed. "Might be gone an hour or so." He looked at her after Enver had made a pile of dresses on the foot of the bed.

Keara: He was babbling. At least this was how she experienced the conversation on her end. He wasn’t making any sense and was insisting that she get dressed. His logic was floored though, as if she was to hide in shadows, it really didn’t matter if she went naked through the streets and yet there he was piling clothing on the foot of the bed. She shook her head and walked over to it before she began rummaging through for something that might fit over or around her stomach. “No sense to me do you make but do I shall as you bid.” She was being oddly compliant, probably due to the fact that she was beginning to hate the walls that surrounded her and the fact that she was stuck there while there was a new challenge to be tackled in the city. Eventually, she slipped into a skirt that fit around her and one of Enver’s t-shirts. She looked ridiculous but she didn’t think it mattered as she went to retrieve her boots.

Enver: "It'll make sense once we get there." He brushed off the idea of not making any sense as he didn't know how he didn't make any sense. "Let me get those." Enver moved to her boots, swiped them up from the floor, cringed when he noticed the small teeth marks on the back of them and sighed. "Knew I forgot something." He grumbled, thinking about the cage he saw in the pet shop.

Keara: She noticed the look he had about him and quickly realised the tiny pup had been up to mischief. Snatching the boots from her husband she looked them over. She was seated on the edge of the bed and when she saw what she hoped not to find, she growled, and rolled her head back in frustration, her eyes closed, before she opened them screamed the dog’s name and threw one of the offending articles of footwear directly at it. “Liked those boots I did,” she grumbled.

Enver: Once the dog heard his name, he seemed to sense danger coming his way. Or maybe he just knew he'd been up to no good and could tell by the pitch of her voice that he was in the dog house. Before the boot even left his wife's fingers, the dog was making a straight run for the bed to hide under it. "We'll get you another set. And him a cage." Enver grumbled, more concerned with his plan for the night and the time they'd have or not have, if they ever left.

Keara: “Another set so comfortable will not be,” she whined like a petulant child. “Stupid creature. Your fault this is. Brought you did him into our home. Now look at what done he has. She dropped the other boot on the floor in front of her and kicked it backwards under the bed with her heel. “Creature’s now. Want them I do not,” she huffed and got up from the bed to retrieve a hairband from the cabinet nearby so she could tie her hair back. “Go without shoes I shall,” she grumbled as she tied her dreadlocks back.

Enver: He sighed again. "Sorry." He headed to the door and opened it. "Maybe he hates being cooped up too. We've not moved in a while." Enver pointed out before he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Why don't you teleport around the Bullwood area and I'll meet you there. Saves on walking on your bare feet. In the snow." He frowned, annoyed with the dog.

Keara: Keara crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head disapprovingly before slipping into the shadows and transporting herself across the city. Usually she’d of summoned Enver straight to her but she was annoyed enough to let him get there on his own this time, even if it could mean waiting for him, as she wasn’t sure if he was going to use his powers or not. ‘At the station I am,’ she sent home once she was there, aware of the fact that she’d have to stay focused and look for him since he wouldn’t be able to see her.

Enver: Enver decided he was going to celerity in to town and meet her there. He was almost there when she let him know she was at Bullwood station. He knew he was close to the station, so focused on slowing down, but had missed his mark a little bit. By a block or so as he came to a stop, feet digging deep on the cement as he made sure he actually stopped, successfully. He cleared his throat, turned around and headed back to the station. "You here?" He called out, not caring if he looked like a jackass.

Keara: He wasn’t difficult to spot, after all she was kind of attuned to looking at him or for him in this case. When he called out made a move to bring her hand to the bridge of her nose the way he sometimes did but very quickly stopped herself as she began to consider the possibility that they perhaps spent too much time together. This simple act sparked a very quick and heated debate within her own mind, which finally settled on the fact that there was no way that she could ever spend too much time with Enver. That settled, she moved closer to him and whispered, “Here I am. Follow you I shall.”

Enver: He turned around to where the sound of her whisper was and grinned, even though he couldn't see her. He nodded his head, then nudged it to the left. "It's only a couple blocks. Think you can manage it?" Now that they were out in public and she was walking around, Enver wasn't sure what Keara could and couldn't manage in her state being she was quite big due to her pregnancy. Well, bigger than normal. "Think you can make it?" He frowned, not moving before he knew if she could.

Keara: “Of course,” came her tart reply. She wasn’t sure what had prompted that question as while she was now carrying a parasite the size of an aubergine in her womb, it didn’t seem to be affecting her ability to get around, even if she hadn’t really tested that of late due to the fact that Enver had been doing his best to keep her in bed. “Plan you on telling me whereto going we are?”

Enver: He let her short reply roll off his shoulders, as he cleared his throat then shrugged. "Yeah, to a clinic. We're going to break in it. No one's around. It's after hours." He kept walking, then took a left before he stopped and pointed to the building across the street from where he stopped. "Pretty sure there's some security in there, being it has drugs in there for patients and expensive equipment in there. Think you can do something about that?"

Keara: “No need is there for something to do…Perhaps…See I shall. Take it I do that summoning you in I am?” He couldn’t see her smile but he could perhaps hear a lighter tone in her voice. She was rather happy with the idea of breaking in to the building. She wasn’t great when it came to breaking into warehouses or anything but she had no issue getting into the standard home. So that was how she was going to approach this, like she would getting into a home. “Help it might if you a window or door for me could open. Then sure I am that sabotage security feed I can…before enter you do. Yes?”

Enver: "Could summon me in. Or could sneak in after you do what you're going to do." He shrugged his shoulders before he headed to the building. "I'll get you a window open." Enver said as he thought about the best way to break in. Windows seemed to make the most sense, people would probably think it was some teens looking to score a fix on something. Instead of doing it the way he normally does when he picks up a few odds and ends in random places in the city. He moved around the building, scoped out a couple windows and then circled back to one on the opposite side. "Here's where I'll get you in." And with that Enver tugged off his shirt, wrapped it around his fist and bashed the window in with the same fist. "Tada." He chucked as he shook out the shirt with one hand and worked his way around the lock with the other hand.

Keara: Again came the urge to pinch the bridge of her nose, instead she expelled a little air and began giggling. “You know…Done that I could have. Thought I did that you more stealthy method perhaps had. Since break in you do places more often than I.” She waited for him to “open” the window and clean the frame of broken glass before slipping through the whole and making her way into the building to find the feed for the security cameras and switch it off. ‘Come in now you can,’ she sent him when she was sure he wouldn’t be caught on camera.

Enver: "Yeah, well there's a reason I made it look shoddy, beautiful." He tried to slapp where he thought her butt would be as she made her way in, hit something, hoped it was her butt and then waited for her to give him the all clear. Once she did, he climbed his way in, cursed that he was so tall and it was slightly awkward breaking in and then stumbled on in to the floor. "I figure we can figure out something to do about things if we need to. With their equipment maybe. After we do some other things first." He nodded his head. "Maybe with their technology in here we can sort some things out." He added as he brushed his pants off and stood.

Keara: There were still a few questions for Keara as to what they were actually doing here and he was still being vague. Fact was though, they weren’t going to figure out much of anything with her in shadows and so she went about dropping it the only way she knew how; she walked up to Enver and without warning slapped him hard across the face. This act of violence brought her back to him and she quickly cupped his face and began kissing the area she’d just assaulted. “Sorry My Love…Just…Well…Best way that is for the power to drop if wish you do for to be seen.”

Enver: "Is to slap people?" He growled down at her as she tried to remedy the stinging sensation across his face. He wasn't sure she was sorry, being he slapped her, something not that long ago, but she sure had shocked him anyways. "Least you spared my shins." He chuckled, moved his jaw around a couple of times and then cleared his throat. "We need to find a room, with a pretty big machine. It'll be on wheels and have a screen and ahh, a keyboard too I think." He nodded, sure that was what he was looking for. His hand grabbed hers and gave it a squeeze before he looked left and right and saw a hallway, where he hoped had rooms.

Keara: He was a little angry at her but it soon passed and he began making light of the situation. “Act of violence…” she whispered with a slight shrug of her shoulders, as if defending her decision to slap him. “Sure I am that like it you do…sometimes,” she added in an equally soft tone, as she had noticed that Enver liked a certain amount of fight in his woman. “Enver?” she said more confidently, “Wondering I am why here we are? Know you for what we looking are?” It was a reasonable question to ask considering he hadn’t actually named the apparatus for which they were searching. Had he planned it, he could have even shown her a picture online before they left so that she knew what the large thing on wheels with a keyboard actually looked like beyond the vague description he’d given.

Enver: He chuckled, not denying the idea of him liking it, sometimes. "Huh?" He asked after she said his name and then looked around. "To see what's inside there." He pointed to her large belly. "We're going to look inside and make sure it's what you think it is. Then we'll try and figure out how to take it out. They've got to have something in this place to get it out if it's what you think it is." He nodded confidently.

Keara: “That your plan is?” her confusion was clear but buried not so deep under the surface of her confusion was a mixture of amusement and pride, as she loved her husband and this idea, while silly in many ways was quite ingenious. This mix of feelings, led her to abandoned her search momentarily and return to his side, where upon she immediately cupped his face and kissed him deeply.

Enver: "Well, yeah." He ran a hand through his hair as he went to talk again, but was cut off by his wife kissing him. He wrapped his arms around her, tugged her in close to him, feeling the size of belly against him, which caused him to chuckle. He probably shouldn't have, given that if she was pregnant with a fadebeast, it wasn't really a laughing matter. "Stupid idea? I mean, should find out just in case." Enver cleared his throat while he pulled away and looked down at her stomach.

Keara: “Yes…erm…no…well…” she took his hands in hers, along with a moment to clear her thoughts. “Know I do what in there is. If this you of that does convince…then stupid idea it cannot be. Yes? Least then accept you shall that little to be done can be till creature ready is for the world to greet and your wife to eat.” She smiled at him softly; not because she liked the idea of dying at the hands of the supernatural being, but because she loved his eternal optimism.

Enver: He frowned, still not liking how casual she was about their situation if it was what she thought it was inside of her. He kept it to himself, as there were other things they needed to do. Like find that damn machine and hopefully prove her wrong. "Well if it is, then we'll find a different machine that'll do something else to get it out of you." Enver hoped, not real sure he knew what that was or if it even existed. "Come on." He tugged her down the hall with him and started pushing doors open, one by one. Minus the obvious bathroom that was labelled as such. Finally, about three rooms down, Enver thought he spotted what he was looking for. "I think that's it." He pointed to a machine that was on wheels, had a keyboard and screen that looked like a computer one.

[Enver Marshall II]

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

Keara: “Think?” she repeated having been dragged down the hall, his words not exactly inspiring confidence. “Know you do how machine works…Yes? Else little point is there to this visit. And since I no doctor did state, little chance is there for us to learn what wish you do to, if work machine you cannot.” The machine was huge and she still wasn’t sure how it was supposed to look inside of her. If she hadn’t seen a couple of medical dramas on TV or hospital scenes in films, she’d of been thinking that the task of looking inside of someone required some sort of magic.

Enver: "Oh. Sure." He nodded with a grin. "Not like it'd hurt you anyways." He scoffed. "Doesn't do anything but take pictures of what's inside you there." He pointed ot her stomach again. "Just lay down and let me sort some stuff out." He moved to the machine with the wheels, pulled out his cell phone and started searching through YouTube videos and how to guides that were online. "Don't worry so much." He plugged the machine in to the wall and switched what he hoped was the on button.

Keara: She settled onto the surface he suggested…though it looked suspiciously like a sofa. She’d prodded and poked at it before sitting on. “Worry?” she said shifting uncomfortably, worried that the thing beneath her might try and swallow her before the machine would do anything like what he was suggesting. “Okay…No…Sit here I cannot,” she said slipping from the unnamed sofa like bed and began to fidget where she stood as Enver was taking his time and she didn’t like lingering in a place she hadn’t personally done some reconnaissance on to know if there was any sort of human security attached to the location.

Enver: "Well how the hell will I be able to tell what's inside of you?" He sighed as he fiddled around with some more buttons and then shook his head. "I need a password. Think you can do something about getting me in?" He looked over at her, a clear and apparent frown on his features.

Keara: She moved around to the side of the machine and began looking the screen over. She was good with computers but she wasn’t an expert in other types of machinery. She did however think that a code of some sort might work. She’d hacked a lot of systems in the past and kind of knew that people kept the craziest stuff in files on their hard-drives and so she held up a finger to her husband and ran off to the front desk to see if she could find the code on the computer out there.

Enver: While he waited, Enver went back to his phone to see what he could find. He found a few movies where women were supposedly pregnant and how to put the, well whatever the hell it was on her stomach and hope for the best. Gel, he needed some kind of gel. So Enver began to rummage around through drawers until he found a bottle, two drawers in. He grinned triumphantly, then called for his wife, "How's it going with the passcode stuff?"

Keara: “Be there shortly,” came the reply as she tried to find a file that seemed innocuous and out of place. “Looking am.” It took her a good few minutes to find what she was looking for but eventually she came back with a list of passwords she’d printed out for him; as they all had technical sounding names attached to them and she couldn’t make much sense of them. “For you.”

Enver: He took the paper from her with an added kiss, then looked them over. He started from the bottom up and about a fourth of the way up, he got a code to work. What he was looking for after that was beyond ******* him. "Great." Enver muttered as he started opening up programs and closing some out and reopening one or two. "Yeah. I think one of these is it." He said with slight hesitation as he shrugged. "Let's go with the first one and see how it plays out?" He looked at the doctor's table again. "Ah, so, I mean you'll have to lay down somewhere." He rubbed at his jaw, as he looked at her, the table and the ground. "Might reach the ground."

Keara: “Need I upon the floor to lie? Necessary that is?” Of course she really didn’t mind, the room was a hell of a lot cleaner than the catacombs and she had absolutely no issue whatsoever laying down in there. Though these days she generally had Enver to curl up on too when resting in the dank, dark tunnels. Without really waiting for his reply, she knelt down upon the floor before slipping onto her butt, readying herself for whatever it was he was about to do.

Enver: He sighed. "Got to lay somewhere. They do it on shows and movies all the time." Enver flashed her the phone in her direction as he restarted a scene from some TV sitcom and showed it to her as if she needed proof. Which at that time she was on the ground doing what he asked her to do. "Like I said, shouldn't hurt any. And either this, or that other image program is what we need. So try and be patient? Never really did this before." Enver grabbed the gel from the surface he put it on and then sat on the ground next to his wife. "Not sure what this does, but guess it's needed. I got to put it on your stomach area." He showed her the bottle in case she didn't believe him or was suspicious of its contents

Keara: “In your hands I am,” she said getting herself comfortable on her elbows, allowing Enver to do whatever it was that he felt he needed to do. “And say you do that see then we shall what inside me is?” she pondered this for a moment as she hadn’t really considered whether or not she wanted to see the beast with its tiny teeth and claws nestled inside her all deformed and shadowy. Still there was a chance the imaging machine wouldn’t pick it up, at least that was what a very small voice in the back of her mind was hoping. “Enver…Must I the image see? As…well…sure I am that need to see it I do not.”

Enver: "Well, yeah. I mean it's what it's supposed to do. If it's the right program for what it's supposed to do." He nodded his head and then turned the bottle upside down after giving it a shake. "See? Ahh, well. I mean, I guess not. I think there's a way to print it out. For later if you want to see it later?" He shrugged his shoulders, not sure he could manage it anyways.

Keara: “No. No. No image do we need. No evidence should we leave. That bad would be. And well…Sure I am not if wish I do to see that beast within me is. Feel worse I might if know I do how fierce it looks. Though, know I do how look they do when fully formed they are. So…Maybe matters it does not. Still…think seeing it worse may be.” A small part of her was curious but then she’d been trying not to imagine what was actually wriggling around inside of her and having an image burned into her mind was not something she particularly wanted.

Enver: "Yeah, but what if it's not what you think it-never mind." They'd sort that out later if it wasn't what she thought it was. He shook the bottle again, raised her, or his shirt, rather and put some gel on her abdomen area. He wasn't sure what the hell he was doing, but he'd seen enough TV shows and movies to hope that he could wing it. He sort of had to now that they were here. Enver squeezed about a fourth of the contents out (which was way too much) grabbed the wand instrument and started moving it around her gut. At first he didn't see anything, so he moved it around again, this time lower. When he managed to find what he needed to, Enver froze. His movements and even his unneeded breathes ceased to continue as he stared at the screen. He felt a strange variety of things, but most of all defeat. Maybe even something more. He cleared his throat, clenched his jaw and finally moved by pushing the cart away. "So, we've got to prepare for what to do." Enver finally spoke. "Maybe find some sort of machine or something that can do something internally."

Keara: She didn’t need to argue with him and it was quite clear that he’d seen what he needed to as his countenance changed. A part of Keara felt bad for him, as she didn’t like to see him looking so upset and yet another part felt relieved as now he finally knew she’d been right all along. “No such devise do we need. All need I do is my knife. Cut it out we can…Though anticipate I do not another outcome.” It wasn’t quite an ‘I told you so,’ but her tone didn’t show any hint of surprise and neither had she asked to know what he’d seen.

Enver: "Well, don't see a point in giving you your knife for no damn reason. If it's not going to do anything anyways." He grumbled as he stood, put the gel back where he got it from and offered her a hand up from the ground. "Don't think we can laser it out, right?" He looked down at her.

Keara: She reached up and took his hands, planting her feet firmly on the ground before using his weight to counterbalance her own, so that she could get up from the floor with ease. She didn’t care that the gel still clung to her stomach, or that it seemed to bite against the t-shirt to hold it in place as she pulled it back down over her bump. “Told you from the start I did. No plan is there for creature to remove. Only plan we can for to help me survive when emerges it does.” She held fast to his hands, refusing to let them go. “Okay you are…Yes…” her eyes sought his as she tried to see if he was disappointed with what he’d learned, as she didn’t quite understand what it was that he was now feeling.

Enver: "I'm fine." He said after clearing his throat and nodding. "Just thought maybe-. You know. I didn't, wouldn't do something like that to you." He sighed and shrugged his shoulders, flipping the power off of the machine with one of his hands. "So we just wait around? Might be too late. Don't think it takes hours or a day to get it out of you. Like if it was a real, you know." He shrugged.

Keara: She smiled and stroked his face with her free hand. “Know I do that this to me on purpose you did not do. Think otherwise I could not. Knew I did the risks of our intimacy. Told them to you I did…Remember? Change I would not how we are with one another. Love you I do.” She quickly captured his lips with her own. “If capable we were for a true child to create. Do that I would if that you happy would make. Gladly. And without hesitation. But that our path is not…” the corner of her mouth crinkled slightly, but not through trying to smile in her quirky fashion, but because she was considering saying something she wasn’t sure she should vocalise. “Unless…,” she continued, the words wanting to be free of her, “Unless you Peter do count. Turning one together them our does make. So…perhaps that how is we our children together make.”

Enver: He nodded his head. "Yeah, I know. Doesn't mean I'm happy with this any." He looked down at her, tugged her close to him and then brushed his lips to her temple. "And yeah I guess I already knew that. Just seemed, you know. I don't know. Anything’s sort of possible these nights." He coughed in to his hand and then chuckled. "Maybe. Don't think that was one of my best siring moments though."

Keara: “Nor mine,” she admitted as she wrapped her arms around him. “Next time…if next time there is…More thought to that we should give. Like I do not for a life to take without reason.” She was pretty sure by now that Enver knew how she worked and that she didn’t kill without reason and yet she wasn’t sure if he knew that applied to her taking childer too. Every vampire sired for their own reason and even if Keara only gave her prospective childer the choice of turn or die, it was at least their choice.

Enver: "Might not be a next time." He grinned down at her. "Think I'll leave the siring gig up to you, beautiful." He pulled away, grabbed her hand and nudged his head to the door. "Let's go home. Might be a safer choice then hanging around some place we broke in to." Enver chuckled and gave her a tug so he could kiss her again.

Keara: She loved kissing him and wrapped her arms all the tighter around him. She kind of liked the idea of him never siring again but she knew that that was the selfish, jealous side of her that was pleased by that and so didn’t comment either way. Instead when she could bear to pull herself away from him, she replied, “Race you?” And promptly disappeared, with the help of her celerity.

Enver: "Yeah-hey." His eyes narrowed as she disappeared and not in the way he had expected either. Seemed Keara had some new tricks up her sleeves and he kind of liked it. Enver chuckled and shook his head. He decided to tome back to their home, then finish the race that way. Mostly because he'd grown lazy with their set up the last few weeks. Sitting around in bed, watching movies and crafting didn't really do much for his workout routine. Once he got to the door of their place he was greeted by an over eager puppy who wanted out it seemed. "Ahh. Best walk him before he pees on everything." Enver said as he spotted his wife. "Keep the bed warm for me?"

Keara: Keara pouted with his greeting, as she was sure she’d get more of a response than that. And yes, while she’d beat him home, she really hadn’t given him a fair chance at beating her; what with setting off before he even knew what was going on. “I…” she began before folding her arms over her chest and sighing softly. “Guess here I will be.” She wanted to go with him and while she knew she couldn’t, it didn’t stop hers from wishing she could.

Enver: He frowned. "Can't have him peeing all over everything. Bad enough he chews almost every damn thing in this place." HE scowled down at the dog. "Could come with if you wanted to hide again." Enver offered with a shrug. "Otherwise we'll just go in and out. Be back in maybe five minutes." It couldn't take a dog that long to do his business, right?

Keara: He was right of course and it didn’t take her long to figure that out and so after having cuddled and kissed him, much to the displeasure of Gizmo, she faded into shadows, content to stalk alongside her husband as they wandered outside. They walked till Gizmo’s tiny legs were exhausted, something that was almost unthinkable as the small creature seemed to have almost limitless energy, whereupon Keara then insisted the Enver carry the tiny thing home. Once home, Keara placed one of her pillows on the floor and set the pup atop of it before covering it in the t-shirt she’d been wearing. Going over to the bed, she gave her husband very little warning before pouncing on him and biting into his neck so she could drop the shadows from about her and use her feminine whiles to distract him in the same way he’d been distracting her for days.