Mutual Connections [Nishaa]

[Pyper]

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

Pyper: Thumbs pecked away at the keyboards at the single internet station in the Flats. With Roderic still within the range of her peripherals, Pyper searched CrowNet for her probably forgotten inquiry: Could she meet Nishaa? Paige, the blonde hadn't seen properly in weeks, not that she minded. She enjoyed brief conversations; they were easier to manage the pending symptoms that came from social exhaustion. But scanning the lists posted, the names and the numbers, Pyper remembered something Phoenix said. That Paige was happy. Nishaa caused it, and Pyper wanted to see how. Learn from these examples of two people undergoing powerful emotions of love. It's still too foreign of a concept for her. Her hands went from the keyboard to find her phone to tap away. Peck, peck.

Pyper: *Calling, [Nishaa].

Nishaa: Nishaa was busy, her custom blade that Shan had made for her chopped, and slashed at the zombified wolves. It was a great experience for me, it was different than the paladins she usually slew in the sewers. No, this time all she heard was their howls of pain as they bled to death at her feet. Every other wolf she would skin them, or take a paw or too and push it in her backpack. Wiping the tip of the bloodied blade in her black polo shirt. Her phone buzzed within the depths of her pocket as she looked at it curiously bringing it into if the number she didn't recognise. She pressed answer and brought the speaker to her face. "Who is this?" She asked instantly. It wasn't rude but she was a member of Tytonidae and the faction had a lot of haters.

Pyper: Pyper considered whether to give her real name. But Nishaa didn't have the same baritone guttural that Doc had when he'd answered the phone. With Charles, she had lied - an abnormal happenstance - and provided an old alias: Ramona. That was, until she had arrived at his office not long after the phone call, talking about her study of interpersonal relationships. Now, asked of who she was, she said the truth, "My name is Pyper. I know Paige. I asked to know you, too." Although practiced sentences had improved of her speech patterns, the odd breaks were never fully eliminated. And with regressive days leaking into the clarity, the stuttering and physical tics returned. "This is Nishaa?"

Nishaa: "Yes." She said as she moved from the raid area and away from the wolves, heading out of the Catacombs and up towards the surface through the sewers. She needed a better reception; the signal down there was all fragmented so Pyper came out in bits. She nodded her head at the phone, the woman knew Paige which meant she had to be a friend. Nishaa was in an intimate relationship with the vampire. She asked to know Nishaa? How odd. "How do you know Paige?" She asked down the phone as she pushed the sewer grate aside breathing the fresh air of the city and climbing out, the phone still in her hand.

Pyper: The point of the manipulated arrow clicks out of CrowNet leaving her hand open to turn off the monitor. Pyper pushed away from the area and got up to go back and rest near Roderic. He had not been around for several nights and it made her fretful, fidgety and unable to sleep longer than a few hours of daylight. It felt more comfortable to know he was there. "Paige is Axel's childe. But I knew Jesse, before I knew Axel," Pyper's scattered thoughts bleed out without being strained away so that the rational made structural sense. "Paige was also in Phoenix's apartment when she showed everyone me. Other people were there. Leah, Strix. They aren't anymore. Should I not have called?"

Nishaa: Pyper said a lot of names that she didn't even know. Who the **** were all these people, Leah, Strix? They made no sense to her. So, she shrugged her shoulders. "Oh." She said. "No, No." There was a pause. "Not used to random phone calls, thought it was hate mail." There was a chuckle, then a cackle. Nishaa loved hate mail. She got it very rarely she almost felt unloved. She did every now and again get a few bounties on her head. It was fun. "I know Axel, and girly boy." She said with a grin. Jesse in Nishaa's mind was a girly boy, mostly because of his name. She always took the piss out of him.

Pyper: "People send mail to people that they hate? Why would they do that?" That idea itself set her eyelids further apart. To give her tapping hand something to do, the telepath reached over to pilfer the cigarettes from Roderic's available pocket to light one. It steadied her fingers, the tremor that naturally shook her marrow deep. "I have not spoken to Axel since our contract discussion. I have not made my mind about the terms and conditions." Pyper rattled continuously; the speedy deliverance of her words sometimes gave people the impression that she did drugs. The Seroquel that had been prescribed was to slow her down. Tranquilize her,

Nishaa: A contract? She didn't realise Axel was a business man. She didn't know much about the man, but from what Paige had told her in the past she knew what the man was capable in other ways. She shook her head. "Contract?" She was a curious beaver now. Sick and twisted curiosity always killed this cat. It's how she had got sired in the first place. "I'm part of a faction that is hated by 90% of the population here at Harper Rock." She said with a slight shrug of her shoulders. She wasn't even sure if Pyper knew of Tytonidae.

Pyper: Doc had mentioned that he needed permission for them to speak, Pyper had forgotten to ask for written documentation. It was something Axel had pushed for, to cover whatever consequences he may have coming to his door. Doc had said that when people talk, and they enter an agreement, it shouldn't be discussed. Was this the same thing? But then she never signed her name, or gave a definitive answer at the end of their talk. "A contracts about limitations of abuse. We were having a disagreement on the act of penetration. I'm granted time for consideration, before signing." The engrossing amount of detail Pyper shared is a personality flaw, developed during her earlier years under various caretakers. "I don't hate anyone," she states, voice falling into a meek hushed utterance.

Nishaa: Nishaa blinked. The way this girl spoke on the phone made her sound young. Was she young? Nishaa didn't make a sound. Listening. She heard the agreement and almost fell down in the middle of the street as she walked along who the **** in their right mind needed a agreement on the in's and outs of a sex life. Though it was Axel. She shook her head. She didn't know Pyper so she couldn't give her any advice. She was a total stranger to Pyper so instead of saying what was really on her mind she said "Okkkkkk." It was dragged out, unsure of what else to say. "You don't hate anyone?" She asked after a moments silence between the two. "You’re so adorable." It wasn't sarcastic it was actually a compliment.

Pyper: Adorable? Pyper didn't understand that sort of reply, as was illustrated in the way her face scrunched itself up. The smoke left in twirling tendrils, weaving twin tornadoes meant for the minute insects. "It is an intense emotion I cannot grasp. I think I hate someone but I don't know for sure. What does it feel like? When you think of people you possibly hate?" The ash flaked off the end of the cigarette and dropped onto the pants stolen from Phoenix's closet. As all of her outfits were.

color=#666666]Nishaa:[/color] Hate. Hate was a really strong word she did have to agree with the woman, it was odd having a conversation with someone she barely knew over the phone without really seeing their face. Their expressions. Judging a person just by the tone of their voice. "Hate." She repeated rubbing at the back of her neck with her free hand. "It's an overwhelming sense of anger towards one person." She said, trying to explain it. "You could swear at them, stab them or just ignore them." Nishaa's barrier dropped a little. "I hate my human parents. I have an overwhelming anger towards them because they treat me like a murderer." That was her example.

Pyper: The lingering hold that resurfacing memories had on her conscious states conjure up visions that blot out her surroundings. Movies, she sometimes liked to think about but only when they were able to be controlled. Anger hardened the facial contours of both of her biological carriers, slides of them screaming during the short span of time they were together. Pyper wondered whether she hated them. The answer never came to her in the ongoing stretch of silence on her end of the phone call. "How do you know between someone you love, and hate then?" A topic she and Charles dove into, and without alluding to their conversation specifically, the twenty-four year old tried to grasp at a second opinion.

Nishaa: Nishaa was no therapist. She usually said the wrong things at the wrong time. Nishaa was the kind of person who was blunt, would tell you how she felt there and then at that precise moment. She was the worst person to come to for advice, heck she was a sucky sire. She gave her childe blades, guns, ammo but she didn't dote on the mini-me. Her mind flew back to Pyper and her question. It was like asking her the meaning of life. "Uhm." She didn't know how to describe it. "Hate is anger, as I explained before. Sometimes it can lead to you ignoring the person." She ran her tongue along her lips. "Love, is adoration. Compassion, the willingness to do anything for them." She shrugged. "Why do you ask?" The question was simple, her tone gentle.

Pyper: "I ask because I don't know either. I prefer some people to be around, and not others but I don't feel strongly oppositions’ to them." Stubbing out the end of the flaring filter, Pyper pocketed the snuffed orange wrapping. She knew better than to litter the floor with it. Phoenix held less disapproving looks to her habits and the hobbies she chose to share. Although never one to falsify information unless given the wrong facts at the beginning, or through misinterpretation, Pyper was guilty of omission. Not often but the rarity of it usually stemmed from a obligatory urge to preserve a coveted object or individual from harm. In this case, not telling Phoenix about those nights she taunted hunters to draw blood, or looking for the alpha beast - Doc said it had been killed - was the best thing. Pyper chose not to say anything more about her curiosity. "Can I see you?"

[Nishaa]

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

Nishaa: Nishaa found herself nodding. Trying to understand Pyper. She knew it was hard trying to go through the emotions decipher their meanings everyone had been in that boat. Then the question came, can I see you. It sounded intimate. Nishaa found herself pausing. "Where do you want to meet?" She said after a brief pause in the conversation. Nishaa was already wandering around Harper Rock. Curious she wanted to know why she even wanted to meet.

Pyper: Pyper Altaire never strayed far from the Corvidae Flats, finding that it had nearly everything she needed. She had a key to a space several floors up by elevator. Aside from resorting to blood packs, it wasn't a bad place to constantly be present. Compromising her location may be required, and it's something that was prepared for. "I am in the Flats. I have to hunt zombies, so I can kill the wild ones. Phoenix scolded me because I should have been able to by now. Far before now, too."

Nishaa: Nishaa nodded. "I'll meet you in the lobby, if you want?" She said down the phone as she headed for Wickbridge. She ventured to the lobby of the flats quite often. She liked to kill the Ferals there. They gave her fadeling corpses, and those were brilliant to sell for a shiny penny. She made it there within minutes, heading north to the river where she casually walked on the water. It was a nifty power the wraith taught at it really came in handy when she needed it. She walked towards Corvidae and slipped inside looking for the woman she had been talking to over the phone.

Pyper: The click of the call being disconnected resounded in her ears and repeated itself minutes after the signals stopped coming. It was a sharp crackling of static that pierced through to her nerves. An elbow reflexively shot out, knocked into the arm of the couch. The familial male that rested beside her had ventured from the building, to perfect side projects either for his personal satisfaction, or ones for the business they managed together (she as his dutiful if not excessively driven employee). It left her alone, glacier iris-bound pupils constricting every time the door opened. Would Nishaa even know what she looked like? One woman stepped over the threshold and into the building. Pyper stared at her with a vapid expression a little longer than the others.

Nishaa: Nishaa looked around the lobby pushing the phone back into her pocket. She registered each face unsure if she knew them or not. The face of her childe registered as she threw the woman a small wave only to have her dark orbs focus on a woman with wavy hair. She canted her head to the side and approached the woman. Nishaa had sharp features. Her face thin, her hair long and dark the colour of a crow. Her black orbs looked dead as she watched the woman. "Pyper?" She called.

Pyper: At the sound of her name, the worn lines of every object blew back into their usual crispness. Nishaa's physical appearance was something to take in through silent examination. Something about the curvatures reminded her of Paige. The smile that broke out on her face held paralyzing exhaustion behind it. Even while remaining sunk into the couch, the whiplash of her thoughts projected to break through the corporeal and solid shield of her skull. Her imagination gave a picture to the text message sent from Paige: Nishaa is amazing. In Pyper's fabrications, Paige held a smile but it's not one she's known her to wear. It had something else. Saige had it, when she talked about Velia. "Nishaa," greeted the ill-minded vampire.

Nishaa: Nishaa looked at the woman, she was thin. She had a wild look to her. She wondered what Paige saw in Pyper. She was fragile she looked like porcelain doll. Her eyes drifted down to her attire before dragging back up to the woman's face nodding as the woman mentioned her name. "I am Nishaa yes." She said, her lips curling upwards in a smile. "It's good to meet you face to face." She said as she looked to the sofa her legs aching she meandered over to the plush fabric and sat down in one of the empty chairs.

Pyper: A long sleeved black dress, a mess of thin fibre’s and lace. It wasn't the sort of thing that Pyper gravitated towards but the supply of clean clothing in Phoenix's apartment was being weeded so that the only things that remained were gothic in their design. Pyper emulated the typical occult driven teenager, despite her decade of life beyond there mere fourteen, or thirteen. Being looked over directed her attention to the chosen outfit. "I enjoy exchanging with people I can see. The wires need to be replaced in my phone. I have been procrastinating." Part of her cushion dove when her weight distributed to the arm she had her elbow resting on. In case it jerked again. "Where did 'Nishaa' come from?" Recently she learned of a origin of her birth name.

Nishaa: Pyper followed Nishaa to the sofa. She watched the woman drop down. The way she moved to have her elbow leaning against the arm. Then she asked about her name and wrinkled her nose. Odd, no one had ever asked about her name. She guessed it would come up somewhere but she never knew when. "Nishaa isn't my real name." She said. Giving a light shrug of her shoulders. "It's just a nickname.. my real name is." Her mouth opened to speak the word Niagra -- which was her real name, before she hesitated. She didn't know the woman well enough to give her name. "Never mind." She said. "Pyper, is that your real name?" She asked, returning the conversation.

Pyper: The movement in Pyper's eyes violated her firm belief in being hard to read for the other ones like her. But Nishaa questioned her birth name, something only Doc had recently found out. So that must have meant he told. The plant had worked. It was Doc she couldn't trust during their talking sessions. "Pyper is my name," she reiterated, but dropped the deceptive word 'real,' from the response. Insinuating, however subtly, that Pyper wasn't the name her family signed on the certificates. "Is it common, for people to change their name when they get here? Harper Rock is home to missing persons."

Nishaa: Nishaa shook her head. It wasn't common for people to change their names. She changed hers for a reason, years spent in an asylum over and over being called Niagra it brought her bad memories, the strait jackets the force feeding of medication she had remembered it all and she shook her head again. "No." She said. "I went by that name before I was turned, or even came to Harper Rock. Spent years in a mental hospital. My real name, I hated it after that." She gave a shrug

Pyper: The telepath known as Pyper wasn't sure that was the reason she decided to keep her name a secret. It might have been the dreams of being found, by someone at any point and being taken back. Phoenix wouldn't know, their hips weren't joined together as much as some incessant part of her beckoned them to be. Pyper often peeked through her sire's past eyes, seen the accomplishments met. Several other people were exposed to her invasion of privacy. A pre-adolescent child's need to venture beyond their boundaries to understand the other, more fluid individuals that assimilated into society as if it was known to them their entire lives. That was true, for most. Nishaa had been to a hospital. "Did you know Mrs. Wilkins?"

Nishaa: Nishaa shook her head. She didn't know who this woman was Pyper spoke of. "No. I was very young when I went. Very young." She said with a shrug of her shoulders as she shifted in the chair she brought her watch to her eyeline and admired the time, it was getting close to sunrise, she needed to head back to the Eyrie. She didn't like to be outside the treehouse's branches for long. She usually got antsy, and paranoid that someone would want to hurt her. "Pyper." She said. "I need to go back to the Eyrie. Would you mind if we met up tomorrow, and talked more?" She asked the other.

Pyper: Nishaa's request to meet at another time didn't phase Pyper's very calm outside show. Her thoughts clattered together, however, compiling lists and weaving facts together. Categorizing everything down to a science. "Yes, I can tell you about my project, maybe think of more ideas for Roderic," came the reply, along with the sideways aversion of her eyes. It's the first time they blink since having Nishaa spot her from the doorway. "I am usually here, sometimes on that white couch. Most of the time near the computer. I like to read things there." Some form of physical act of farewell, Pyper silently stated to herself. One of her hands, rocky at the wrist touched the outside of Nishaa's shoulder and then came away. "I was glad to get to meet you tonight. Tomorrow."

Nishaa: Nishaa nodded and smiled. Of course. "Of course, you can tell me everything. Until tomorrow night Pyper" She said giving the woman a light squeeze on the shoulder before withdrawing the tome from her bag, reading it and vanishing.