: RAID RAMBLINGS : (CLOSED)

[Enver Marshall II]

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

This RP took place on Sunday 26th January 2014 in Queen`s Tomb Dungeon.

Enver: He looked down at his watch and sighed as the male noticed the time that had passed since he last heard from Keara. He knew raiding was a part of who she was and accepted that, but he was bored in the catacombs. Just as bored as he'd been in the raid on the main floor. I wish she'd win the damn raid already and come home. Should have been done already. Enver thought to what he believed was himself as the male looked for a place to camp out at just in case she did win it sometime soon and came back here, like she usually did.

Keara: She'd gotten a key to the next floor and was about to go up the stairs when she heard Enver's words echoing in her mind. She couldn't help but smile as she loved his voice and it had been far too long since she'd heard it. 'Thinking aloud again My Love...Well, not aloud perhaps so much as concentrating a little too hard on me … Does that often he does. Though mind I do not. Like I do his true thoughts to hear.' Much like her companion, she had issues controlling one aspect of her power and while she had perfect control over short messages, she had no ability to shield some of her stronger thoughts from him when creating an actual connection between their minds.

Enver: Focus, I have to focus. Wait, what does she mean my true thoughts? I always tell my thoughts. Usually. Enver scoffed as he claimed a wall and slide down it as he played with his phone and ordered next week's shipment for the theatre. Did you win the raid yet? Should I wait at home for you after you win the raid and leave?

Keara: She was laughing even in her thoughts. 'No. The race still on is. No rumours have I heard of the bosses demise. And focus I have too. For my thoughts to send. Sometimes think too much you do and hear I do words which sure I am unintended for me are. Know I do that you always not completely honest with me are...' She sighed both in the real world and internally. 'Though wish I do that he no such need had for his true thoughts from me to hide. Love him I do. Nothing said can be that work through we could not.'

Enver: A hand went to his face as he heard her thoughts in his head. So he didn't share every little detail? It wasn't hiding anything from her in his mind. Some things just weren't that big of a deal in his mind and some things Enver just didn't want to think of once it happened. Ever again. He groaned and he was pretty sure he thought of groaning too. Well, let's see. I'm in the catacombs by myself. It's boring as hell down here without Keara. Without you, I mean. I learned a new power, but you'll have to wait and see that first hand. The male chuckled as he tried to think of the events he was part of today. Ran in to Melody in the raid. She's working on her strength I guess. What the hell else does she want to know? My night was pretty damn boring.

Keara: A short growl escaped her lips and probably her thoughts as he mentioned his daughter. ‘Asked I did not for to know what doing you are…Did I? Though of course…asked I would have…Wish I do that he so many women did not know…Keara, silly it is for such things to think. Perhaps if better relationship I with Deanna these days had talk I could with her for what wrong with me is…If something wrong there is…that is…Hmm…Enver that understand would not…Though…Perhaps…Hmm…did I to Robert reply already? Light and Lux,’ she sighed. ‘No interest have I for of his deity to learn right now…if ever…but rude would be for this of him not to know…perhaps. Enver’s friend he is.’ She sighs again only this sigh is more wistful and carries no frustration in it like the last few. ‘Glad I shall be when raid over is for him again to see.’

Enver: Stupid god damn raid. Talking is easier or even email. Did I ever reply to Every's last email? Did I need to? Whatever. Not my fault I was in her head anyways. Enver closed his email program and scrolled through some apps, trying to find something to do to waste his time. I tell her what I do with my night and she doesn't even want to hear about it. But I'm not being truthful when I tell her everything anyways. So frustrating. Hate communicating like this. Robert? Why is she talking to Robert? Oh, he got her a wedding gift too. I wonder if it was as odd as that naked lady in gold he gave me.

Keara: There was another growl at the name of the all too familiar woman. ‘No. Want I do for to know what you do. Only asked I had not. Apologised to Robert I did. For argument that had we did…’ There was an odd silence, as so many thoughts raced through her mind that it possibly sounded more like static for a moment or two. ‘Talking to his killer. Thought he disliked her. Like I do not that he in her head was. What means he by that? Mindspeak? Appraisal? Can he appraise people?’ Another frustrated growl. ‘Did I the lights just make to flicker. Stupid powers. Broken. Again.’

Enver: He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose as her garbled thoughts hit him one at a time. It was an accident. Every likes me as much as I like her, which is not a lot. This was something he didn't share because Enver hoped that maybe one day and one day soon, Every would cease to exist. If that meant she left Harper Rock forever, well, he wouldn't cry about it. So, Enver pretended their 'relationship' wasn't anything at all. I thought about emailing her and soon I was thinking at her. You know I can't control this stupid power. I did the same thing with Sin, my sibling a few weeks back. Every's an estranged cousin, apparently. Very estranged from when I was human. His tone had changed completely, from confusion and possible annoyance to something somber as he thought that last bit. Lights? Enver looked around. Lights are fine here. What did Pratt say? Why'd you have to apologize?

Keara: She slumped against the wall of the fourth floor having climbed the stairs and found a safe place to rest. ‘Cousin? A blood relation he has? She’s his blood…by birth…?’ She huffed and looked around aware that darkness was creeping in. ‘Why does he these things from me hide? Swear I do that mentions names he does when reach him I cannot on purpose. Best not think on that. What I do not for home to return when worked I have so hard for this room to reach. Nox angry with me must be. Said something wrong perhaps I have. Why does he of the lights speak? Oh yes…broken…Alone, annoyed and angry. Stupid powers.’ She kicked at the wall next to her a little too hard. ‘Ow! Keara! No.’

[Keara Aithne]

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

Enver: What in the hell? He growled as Enver stood up, forgetting most of what she said as he focused on the 'ow' part of her thoughts that were shared. The male started pacing, because truth was he couldn't do anything. She was on whatever floor of the raid and he was in the catacombs. Even if he went to the raid, there was no way he'd get anywhere near her. Right, like it was on purpose. These things just happen when they happen. It's not some conspiracy or Nox punishing you. It's just bad timing. Why does it even matter? She doesn't like me and I don't like her. Wish she'd come out of that god damn raid. Wish I could get keys on the higher floor. Can't even get to my god damn wife!

Keara: ‘Why would he me need to reach?’ she rubbed at her foot as best she could through a layer of hardened leather. ‘How is it possible for yourself to harm in such an article. Stupid boot…No Enver reach me you cannot but that no problem is. Here of no use you would be…Well of some use perhaps but that not the point is…Why do thoughts of him always lead this way?…What was I thinking? …Oh yes…angry I am.’ Keara growled softly to herself, the guttural noise not quite reaching her thoughts.

Enver: He stopped pacing and sighed, not sure where this conversation between their thoughts was going. Every time they talked this way, it was always so god damn confusing. Because everything is ******* better when we're face to face. Enver's eyes narrowed as he scowled to himself. No use? What the hell does that mean, no use? I'm plenty useful! Not even sure what she's angry about. Being angry over a cousin is downright ridiculous. Especially when she'd rather see you dead most the time. He plopped down heavily on a couch with a sigh. Not useful my ***.

Keara: Keara sighed, and bashed the back of her head into the wall behind her where she sat, almost instantly regretting doing it as it sent a shock through her mind. ‘Urgh. Only meant I did that he of no use fighting wise to me would be. His help here I require not. Knows that he does… Help me you always do as best you can Enver. No need is there for morose to be. Inspiration always me does help and so feel you here then I do. Useful you would be for me not so lonely to be…Or for me to distract in the only way that he that can do…’ She gives a wistful sigh, forgetting the fact that she was angry with him for whatever reason.

Enver: I can fight. Even Every says I'm a pretty good shot. He scoffed, wondering if he scoffed hard enough for her to hear it. He shrugged. Alright. Well, you have your undistracted fun then. I've got things to do anyways. Enver looked around the room that he just sat down in, as if planned on getting comfortable and decided to hell with it. If she was going to stay up there and avoid seeing him and make up wild ideas about him and Every, then he could do what he wanted. Not had a whiskey sour in ages. The Met makes some good ones...distract her. Think it's a two way street there!

Keara: She growled long and deep and she was pretty sure he’d heard it, just like she’d heard him scoff at her. ‘Knew you did who I was when married me you did. Require your assistance up here I do not. Enjoy you do not these creatures to cull.’ She rubbed at the back of her head. ‘Stop you I cannot if choose you do to the Met to go. But hope I do that better use for your time you will find. If here of use you could be, of course I you here would want.’

Enver: Damn right you can't stop me. Might make something first. Camera might do the job. He moved to the crafting bench, pulled out some items he scored earlier in the night from various buildings and started tinkering. Catch the perp in the act. Should replace that camera that was taken a couple nights ago while I'm at it. Beef up the security in this place. Wonder if I could do this mind thinking thing at Hannah. Could save a lot of time, come to think of it. He rubbed at his jaw as Enver sat back on the stool at the bench. Got her a damn key, but I'm not of any use. Bet I could get her another key. Could probably buy 50 keys.

Keara: If the dull ache in her head and foot weren’t enough, the lights in the raid seemed to be acting up again. Keara was annoyed again, only now she was digging her nails into her palms. ‘Of course he could do that. Stupid boy. If he speaks into her mind like this I’ll rip her throat out. Then we’ll see how effective that vapid blonde is. Never should have let her live…’ The thoughts became garbled as she was mentally grumbling to herself. ‘Yes key you got me Enver. Thanked you for that I did. Said I did that you no use up here are to me. That true is. Not criticism. You and I different strengths have.’ The frustration in her voice was growing ever more obvious.

Enver: Alright beautiful. Good luck with your raid. I hope this thing is turned off now. Hello? Operator? Couldn't enjoy my night out with all this pointless back and forth. He thought, to what he hoped was himself as he caught the train, deciding to leave his car alone given he was going to be drinking. He'd been there, done that, last year. Hannah? Hey, Hannah. Want to come out to the Met? Could drop off that stuff you have for me. His thoughts, still connected to Keara continued, thinking he was thinking to Hannah.

Keara: She stayed quiet and listened to his ramblings, the blade going deeper into her palm. ‘Still me it is with whom you speak Enver. But worry not. Stay in your mind no longer I shall.’ With that she broke their connection and in a moment of spite reached out to block his powers; her reasoning being that if he was going to contact his thrall he’d have to do it the mortal way, as this was their thing…at least to her it was.

Enver: He grumbled to himself, not sure why she was the pissed one. If he could be up there, he would have been, but she knew that wouldn't be possible. To him it made sense that she left the raid. All she had to do was walk down a flight of stairs (or three). He decided to discard the idea of getting with Hannah, thinking better of it. Sue me for wanting to have fun too. Enver thought unintentionally at her.

[Keara Aithne]

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

This RP takes place on Thursday 29th May 2014.

Charlotte: Charlotte was so pleased with herself, managing to get the key from the guard as she had so they could go up to the next floor. She'd been shot. Again. But there was nothing new with that, especially not with being shot in the stomach. She'd been talking to Keara all night mind to mind, but she'd not actually seen the woman yet. Not since she'd vanished almost two weeks ago and left her abandoned, alone, confused and scared. Her scarf was balled up and rammed under her top, trying to keep the blood from her sight. She got a fright as a guard entered her line of vision as she rounded the corner, Keara just beyond him, and her power shot out at him - but went wide and hit Keara. She stood and stared, right before passing out, as blood soaked through Keara's top - right where Charlotte's wound was.

Keara: Another raid. It had been quiet of late and Keara was all too happy to take advantage of that fact. She’d enjoyed spending time alone with Enver and it seemed to have worked out well for the puppies too, as by the time they returned home, the pair seemed quite inseparable. She’d left them at home of course to come and investigate the building, as Leeloo was far too little to be roaming around even if she kept at Keara’s heal. Keara was just thinking about this when she felt the pain in her stomach, she looked down seeing nothing there, her hands running over the aching area. As she looked up she saw Charlotte hit the ground and so made her way to her side. Enver was going to mad and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hide this attack from him like she had some of the last. “Charlotte. If mad at me you are better ways there are for your feelings to express,” she said as she picked her childe up off the floor.

Charlotte: She was a vampire who couldn't stand the taste or the sight of blood and it was pathetic. Even though the blood had only been seen by her, her power as it manifested itself and acted on her sire, it had done its job and knocked her out cold. She totally missed what Keara said, but the jostling of being in her arms brought her groggily around as she blinked and tried to remember where she was and why, just to get her bearings again. As she did, her fingers went to Keara's stomach and gently brushed against it, not feeling any hole or blood - and was just generally confused.

Keara: Keara settled them in the corner of one of the smaller offices. More often than not she rested in these kinds of places herself as it left her less open to attack, as the enemy would have a harder task of surrounding her, even if it did mean she’d be cornered. Right now her mind wasn’t on the creatures that were on patrol, they were on Charlotte and as she appeared to be coming around Keara put on her calmer mask; one that would hide the disappointment she felt. “Better you feel now? Yes?”

Charlotte: "Mm Hm" She nodded, moving away from the woman a little clumsily and staring at her stomach. "What.... happened? I thought..... I mean.... I saw you get shot!"

Keara: She wanted to tell Charlotte that she likely hated her and therefor had projected her pain at her but she wasn’t sure that, that would help. “You your pain with me shared,” she said phrasing it quite carefully. “Mean you did not for this to do?” Keara knew accidents happened but they seemed to happen quite a lot around Charlotte, the female had less control over new powers than even her husband seemed too and she began to wonder why it was that certain powers came more easily to some than others.

Charlotte: The look of horror that came over her face should have told Keara everything. Charlotte's head shook and she frowned hard, taking Keara's hand in her own and trying to press the gun into them. "Look, here, please, shoot me! Do it back! Oh god.... Keara! No!" Tears were in her eyes because she couldn't believe that she'd hurt this amazing woman before her. Her fingers were still trying to get the gun into Keara's hands, to wrap her fingers around the trigger to pull it while it was pointed directly at her chest. It was the only way to make it right! The only way to say sorry. The only way Keara wouldn't hate her!

Keara: Keara shook her head lightly, the loose ponytail shivering behind her back. “No Charlotte. Necessary that is not.” She pulled the gun from her childe’s hand and tucked it away behind her back, having clicked the safety on the moment she lay her hands on the thing. “Wondered I did only if angry with me you were. And if this reason for the attack was. Accidents happen do. This just another gift is that learn to control you should.” Her right hand brushed at the tears on Charlotte’s face, while she waited for her to calm down.

Charlotte: "But.... why can't I control them now, immediately? I told you! I'm so broken. I'm so sorry I'm not better, not worth you. Not worth what you've given me." She moved right away from Keara, curling up in the opposite corner. "Jonah should have let me die last week!"

[Charlotte Ruse]

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

Keara: As Charlotte moved, Keara followed, kneeling at her side. “We all to our powers differently do take Charlotte. Some more easily than other’s do come. Most trouble I had with the telepath powers was. Sure I am that you’re your grasp upon them soon shall get.” Her tone was soft and soothing. She hadn’t thought to pick up Charlotte’s gun as she moved, so that sat back where the conversation had started and Keara quickly positioned herself so as to have her back to a wall. “Worry you do too much over worth. Much value in you I see. Shame it is that see yourself thusly you do not.”

Charlotte: She shook her head and sighed. "I don't know what it is you and Jonah see in me" She whispered. "I'm just.... such a mess. And a disappointment. I saw it. The way you looked at me"

Keara: “Disappointed I was that I you so much pain could cause that hurt me you would.” Her reply was quite honest, as Keara had no other way to be. “Little value place you do upon yourself. See you do not how extraordinary you are. Gifted you have been and embrace this you must. Think I do that if accept you can your powers. Then survive this life you might.”

Charlotte: "but..... No!" She said, again looking horrified. "I would never.... I could never hurt you. I love you! If I hurt, it's because I've let you down. It's not you. Never you. You left because of me. You don't like me, what..... what...." She looked around, eyes wide as she whispered. "I am"

Keara: “Left I did for time with my husband to spend. Enjoy we do one another’s company. Spontaneous the decision was. For us. Worry I do not for who you are Charlotte. Changed you have not my opinion of you.”

Charlotte: "It's nice of you to say, but.... I know it's not true. It's never true. And oh god.... Jonah. I just.... I can't.... I need to leave him... but.... I can't. I can't do this.... any of this..... without him. Keara. Keara what do I DO?!"

Keara: “Worry I do for you,” Keara moved to take Charlotte’s hand. “Spoke I did with Enver… About his gift. Asked I did why thinks he does that he his scars has. His answer comforting is not. Thinks he does that it something to do with his human life is. Though certain of that he is not.” She didn’t explain what he’d said exactly as it was his own concept and there wasn’t a great deal to it, certainly nothing that would help Charlotte to be able to gain the gift herself.

Charlotte: She just began to cry, which soon turned into sobbing, as she nodded her head. "Then I'll die!"

Keara: Keara sighed softly, she hadn’t meant to upset Charlotte in this way. “Still time there is Charlotte. Resign yourself to such a fate you should not.”

Charlotte: "There's no other way! You said it yourself. Enver can't help. You don't know. I'm doomed, and I hate it! I thought.... with you.... and with Jonah.... I thought, I honestly did think..... I could maybe be happy. But not as a man! Never as a man!"

Keara: “Oh darkling. Nothing certain is. Know you do not that return you shall to that form. Perhaps need you do for to meditate upon the problem. Know I do that you this desire but perhaps channel your energy you must for such an outcome to achieve. Worth trying it could perhaps be.” It wasn’t much but it was about the only option she saw Charlotte having at this point. Enver might consider his gift to have been the result of him abusing his body in his mortal life but Keara always believed it was because he willed it to be so. Her husband was quite stubborn and it wouldn’t have surprised her to learn that each scar was the result of him clinging too tightly to the memory of what had happened to bring it about.

Charlotte: She nodded her head. She couldn't see how it was going to help in the slightest but she would do it for Keara and she would do it because she had no other option but to try everything and anything that may possibly, minutely have a chance.

Keara: Keara smiled at Charlotte encouragingly. “Give up you should not. Wish I do not for to see you die darkling.”

Charlotte: She looked up and smiled at Keara, about to say something when Enver walked by and said that the switch had been found in the maze of doors and had been done. It was the only thing she was good at. The only thing she was capable of. And he'd done it - making her useless and surplus to requirement. Her whole demeanour crumpled, her face breaking and she couldn't take anymore. Her tome was pulled out, the words whispered, and she was gone.

Keara: As Charlotte disappeared Keara blinked and wondered if perhaps the childe had been frightened away due to the nature of their conversation. She turned to see if Enver had overheard any of what was said and with Charlotte gone, decided to chase after him. So long as no-one was around, she could possibly lose herself in him for a while as she really didn’t want to be thinking about Charlotte passing into the other realm never to return.