Sister B

[Roderic]

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

This RP takes place on Tuesday 10th March 2015.

Ric:
* points to Beverly and then to Skylar * That's Beverly. She's my thing. One of. The newest one. That's Skylar, my, uuuuh, she's my girlfriend. There. Now I was social and introduced the two of you to the other. Stop your bitching and moaning,.

Beverly:
*keeps an eye on the sociopath as she looks at the woman named his girlfriend* I assume you are the one that started his quest for knowledge?

Skylar:
I smile at Beverly and offer her my hand to shake.
“I’m Skylar. And I’m pretty sure Ric started questing for knowledge long before he met me.”
I give her a look that says I’m not really sure what she’s talking about. I’ve missed something somewhere along the line but I’m sure someone will fill me in if it’s important.
“And well done babe.”
I turn and grin at Ricky.
“You almost said girlfriend like you believed it that time. It was kinda lacking the enthusiasm you said it the night of that football party… Though I guess you weren’t really yourself that night then, were ya?”

Ric:
I shrug my shoulders. I vaguely remember the football party. What I remember more was feeling like I was dead the next night. Even though I am dead. I really can't explain it myself, but I wasn't myself. That much was certain. "Things are foggy from that night." I say, stepping back from the women. When they got together, women that is, it's best to say as little as possible and let them go on with their gift of gab.

Beverly:
*Staring unbelievingly at the woman as she seemingly gushed over the man that had killed me, I extend my hand out of forced habit.* Are you not the woman who that insisted vampires have souls? The reason he came to question me? The reason he killed me so he could watch for my soul to leave? *Shaking my head I continue* My name is Beverly St Claire.

Skylar:
I shake Beverly’s hand and nod in agreement to Ric. Parts of the night were foggy to me too but there was no way in hell I could forget him declaring I was his girlfriend the way that he did when we entered.
“Am I what now?”
I have no clue what the woman’s talking about but quickly turn and backhand Ric in the chest.
“Did you really kill her to see if you could see her soul leave? You are such a doofus. And erm…”
I turn to face Beverly and give her an apologetic smile.
“I’m not gonna cop to that. Sorry. I am the woman that told him she has a soul and who argued the fact that vampires do in fact have them, but to be fair, it never occurred to me that he’d go trying to prove it. I guess he’s kinda kooky like that.”
I can’t help the way I look at Ric as I say that. I love that he’s not normal. Okay, yes, killing a woman wasn’t the best way to prove it but I guess it makes a scary kind of sense. I probably look a little confused at this point as I realise that I just rationalised away the fact that my boyfriend killed some woman for no good reason.

Ric:
I shrug my shoulders and then nod. "Live experiment. How else would anyone know?" I say. I'm not sorry about it. Beverly will see that this is a great gift. She's already met Thing Two and they seem to be hitting it off. That would have only happened because of me. And because I killed her. "I guess we both sort of killed you." I say, eyes like daggers on Beverly.

Beverly:
*My head slowly shakes as I watch the two interact. It is obvious the woman, Skylar, is in love, or lust, but her nonchalance is off putting. She has no more regard for my life or death, than the one who killed me did, Roderic. He talks about this great gift he has given me, but I see no upside. I will never reach heaven, it was ripped from my grasp. I was taken from the only life I know, and now....this. None of my lessons from the priory prepared me for such callous disregard for human life, I lower my head defeated. * Pleased to meet you*

Skylar:
“Woah. Wait. You what? Both sorta killed her? I was getting drunk at Dillon’s cos you fucked off and left me.”
I take a deep breath because I can feel something building inside of me. It’s one of those alluristy moments I loathe and I already know it. I wasn’t that pissed about the weekend being ruined not anymore, not since we established it was partially my fault for not telling him how important it was to me. He’d pretty much promised not to do that to me again, so… where was this anger coming from?
I begin clicking my hands in that way I do when I’m nervous and stuff. I have too much energy and I have to get it out. I click my right hand, then my left, then bring my right down to cover the fist. Click, click, clap. Click, click, clap.

Ric:
"So it was Dillon's fault then." I conclude with a nod of my head. Had Skylar not 'fucked off' and went to drink by him, I probably would have been busy. And not had my mind on trying to prove a point. "Thank him for me later." I say before stepping back again. I note she's doing that thing, but don't know why she's doing it, so I watch and see.

Beverly:
*I watched silently as Skylar did something with her hands, it was almost like a nervous tic. Even though I had already been killed once, and now felt much stronger than I ever had as a human, I backed slowly from the woman, my eyes now locked on her, Roderic almost forgotten* Is everything ok? *I ask quietly*

Skylar:
“Urgh! It’s not Dillon’s fault you arse and you know it.”
I kinda want to strangle him, so I keep my hands busy, because that wouldn’t work out well for any of us; most of all me, cos Ric can definitely kick my arse and I don’t really relish the idea of a time out in vampire limbo.
“Urgh.”
I shake my hands out, take another deep breath and force myself to smile.
“Fine. It’s partially my fault. Whatever. Does that mean she’s my thing too?”
I look to Beverly, the woman clearly needs a hug or something but she can wait a minute, she’s a big girl – in more ways than one – and I think she’s older than us too.

Ric:
"No." I scowl at her. "My things are mine." It's really as simple as that in my mind. "And everything is fine." I tell Beverly before looking around. "Well, now you two have met, which is a good thing. Skylar doesn't fight or anything. Well, with weapons. So you two probably will have a lot in common on that front. I try and think of other things people say at social events, but since I don't socialize a lot, I really can't think of much.

Beverly:
I nod to my sire, "Thank you for introducing me to your friend. " Smoothing my sweater, I watch the two carefully, obviously there is something going on beyond meeting me, and I am not sure how I fit into it. "Are there many like us? Soulless ones?"

Skylar:
“Hey if her being what she is, is partially my fault, then she’s part mine.”
I know I’m poking the bear but as always I can’t help myself and so I walk over and put my arms around Beverly.
“We aren’t soulless babe. I didn’t lose what makes me, me when I was turned. Unfortunately for the world and probably more unfortunately for Ricky here, I’m more like me on steroids. Oh and permanent PMS. That’s extra fun.”
I laugh but I’m probably the only one that gets it. Ellie would understand if he was here. Kinda. He’d know what I meant at least.
“Being what we are is kinda ******* awesome though. So… What favour of vampire are you anyways?”
I’m looking at Beverly as I ask but I half expect Ric to answer. He does that at times. Hell I do that at times. It’s a bad habit that’s pretty much a worldwide epidemic.

Ric:
"No, we're not the only soulless ones. there's my sire, her sire, and a lot of others. We're from a group called Altaire. A family is what most of them call it, but take it how you want to. I'm not forcing you to view any of them as your sister, brother, aunt, uncle, or whatever. We're all adults. Self-sufficient and all that." I keep my gaze on Skylar. "She's an Allurist and I'm a shadow. There are different kinds, is what she's asking." I don't answer for Beverly, maybe she doesn't want Skylar to know. That's her right and business.

[Skylar]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Beverly:
Listening closely I file the information away for later when I can think more on it. "From what I understand, I am an allurist" I consider what he has said and ask a query of my own, "If we are a 'family' it seems as though you would be my father? I know you are not, but...you created me

Skylar:
“My crew goes by the name d’Artois. Fancy sounding eh? Think it’s French. I think that has something to do with my nan slash momma bear. I think she’s French. I call my sire dad. Drives him nuts but that’s how I view him so he can suck it up.”
My arms tighten around the busty brunette.
“Hey. You’re my flavour of vampire. That’s pretty cool. That means you get to be all PMSy too. Just what Ricky needs. And if you have questions about your superpowers, I might be able to help you. And if I don’t know. I’ll ask Ellie, my sire, cos he’s an allurist too. Only he’s been one a lot longer than me.”
I’m rambling. I do that. I don’t mind doing it either as it’s part of who I am and I’m kinda excited about this thing.

Ric:
I face palm and shake my head. "No. I'm no one's dad. No way." I tell the woman with a dead serious gaze. "I'm your sire. I'll help you, point you in the right direction of where to go for what or how to do some things, but you are not my daughter. You are my thing. Along with another woman, She is my thing as well. Her name is Katerina. You two should get along great." I'm being a little sarcastic. Katerina doesn't seem to like when I sire people for some weird reason.

Beverly:
"I was not calling you father, you said it was as a family... I was just asking if you were the equivalent." Now she understood... Katerina had shot her the night she was turned, She was another of Roderic’s things, and didn’t want competition, but things changed the next day "I met Katerina...we are ok now..." As I spoke, I returned the woman’s hug, she was soft, and I inhaled her scent. It seemed that all my senses, were now enhanced, but mostly my sense of smell. "I only have one power, I can get the store keepers to give me discounts"

Skylar:
I listen to Ric as he basically forbids the woman to call him daddy and I wonder if that would ever be something he’d enjoy hearing in the bedroom. I giggle to myself and finally release my grip on Beverly. I like the woman so far, though it surprises me she’s getting along with Kat.
“I kinda love that power. I swear I’d use it in bars if I ever actually paid for drinks in the first place. My sire, he owns a place, so I tend to go there more often than not these days. Unless I’m gigging of course.”
I skip over any sort of explanation attached to what gigging is, as to me its common sense.
“So you get on with Kat then?”
I can’t help but ask that, I mean the girl clearly hates me. So if she likes her new sibling, I must be on the right; she hates me cos I’m sleeping with Ric.
“The girl don’t like me much. I think she’s jealous cos I get to **** Ric and she doesn’t.”
It’s a bit of a crass way of putting it, but it’s true enough. I leave out the fact that the girl is just plain rude. Can’t really blame for wanting what I have. I mean Ric’s pretty amazing; at least I think so.
I catch myself looking at him like some lovesick teenager and so quickly turn my attention back to Beverly. I don’t say anything. I just look at her with renewed interest.

Ric:
"Sure, In a hierarchy scheme of things, I would be your 'father' figure." I shrug at Beverly. I'm not really in the mood to argue or debate the finer details of things. "Her name is Katerina." I say because I know Katerina dislikes being called Kat. At least that's what I have seen from one single first-hand experience. "Glad you two are getting along. It's good to get along in a 'family.'" I nod my head. "You don't have to like everyone, but at least you, general you that is, doesn't have to be a dick or ***** to the person you don't like. Least I think so." I rub a hand at the back of my neck and look at the two ladies. "You like stabbing things, sister B? Or you think you might be more in to the gun scene?"

Beverly:
"I dont like either. However, you are not the only one that has tried to kill me. I am better with a gun, but that may be cause my only bladed weapon is this worn gladius I found on the ground. I am not good with it, but it is so dull it is more of a club" I pull out the battered Roman short sword to show to them. I have no idea how it ended up where it was, as the Romans had changed from them 1700 years ago.

Skylar:
Now’s probably the time to give her what I made her but when Ric corrects me I lose whatever good humour I had and pretty much see red. This is one of those PMSy moments. Funny how that works, right? I was just thinking about it and then boom one hits.
“Of so it’s fine for her to call me “that” and “it” to my ******* face but I can’t even shorten her ******* name when she’s not here to hear it? Nice Ricky. Real ******* nice. You want I should call her ***** instead. That all right with you?”
I pretty much square up to Ric and poke him in the chest as I continue with the next part. I hate that I’m doing this now but I don’t much get to control when that red mist comes rolling in.
“If you’re gonna pick sides like that, I’d have a long hard think about which one of us it is you live with and which one’s gonna make your life a ******* hell. Cos I tell you right now, that **** don’t fly with me.”

Ric:
"Yeah, ditch that one. It's no good. Unless you're really strong. Might be able to knock someone's skull in if you are." I look her over, trying to gauge how strong she may or may not be. But then Skylar steps in my way and I just let her have her moment. "I think you're reading too much in to it. That is used to refer to a specific thing or person. Like yourself. It might have been a bit much, but it is how I talk. She is my thing. Beverly is my thing. I don't think she meant it to be insulting, but if you felt insulted, then you should talk to her about it." I'm not having this conversation in front of Beverly with Skylar. "If you give that to Skylar, she might be able to make it in to something pretty cool. As a suggestion." I don't care what Beverly does with that old blade, I just want to change the topic.

Beverly:
Feeling like a spectator at a WWF event, the allurist watched the two. Holding out the gladius tentatively, she wait for Skylar to notice her again. "I would really appreciate it if you could do something to make this sharper, or something." Beverly shrugged, she knew nothing about weapons, she knew nothing about anything. "I don’t mind if you call me that...it doesn’t matter."

Skylar:
I punch Ric in the shoulder.
“You say it because you’re retarded. Women say it to insult and demean people. She meant it as a ******* insult. Believe me. I know. I wouldn’t mind if I’d done something to piss her off. But then I think it’s the fact I’m ******* you that’s got her back up.”
I turn and look at the blade. I’m still fuming, so I pretty much snatch it from her hands. My assessment is swift and decisive. I hold the hilt, place the tip of the blade on the floor and then place my foot on the flat of the blade before stamping down hard on it.
“It’s a piece of ****.”
I say this as the thing snaps under my weight.
“I made you something better in case I liked you. While I may be coming off like a ***** right now, I assure you I’m not. Ricky here…”
I throw the hilt at him.
“Has a habit of bringing out the worst in me.”

[Busty StClaire]

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Ric:
I let the hilt fall to the ground as I move to the left a little bit. I point to Beverly. "She doesn't mind being called a thing. And she's a woman." I say before I kick the hilt away. "She's usually not." I chime in, because, let's face it, Skylar has her moments and she can be a *****. I don't think that has anything to do with me. I think she just loses her **** and becomes a bitchzilla. It's her whole Allurist thing. "Or the best. Kind of hot how you don't hit like a girl." I grin at her, rubbing my shoulder. It's kind of amazing how strong she is for a little half-pint. "Beverly,. I want to set you up with some cash too, to get things started for you. I don't imagine living in a convent or whatever that place was made you wealthy by any means. Vampires need things. It's how we get by." I make a note to put some cash in her account. "So check your account in a few nights. And if you want some suggestions on what to spend it on, I'm happy to assist you." There, I offered an olive branch and my assistance. It was up to Beverly to take it or not.

Beverly:
Beverly shuddered at all the violence, and watched as Skylar broke the sword, throwing the hilt at her sire. She silently watched, wondering with all the venom spewing forth, how these two could be together. They seemed to almost hate each other. She looked from one to the other, upset that for some reason over the violence against her sire. He ignored it, so she chose to follow his lead.

Skylar:
“She’s not a good test subject. She’s a ******* nun. People don’t go around insulting nuns and they do that whole, ‘turn the other cheek’ thing. I don’t do that ****. Someone insults me to my face, I ******* remember it. And if she’s not gonna call me by my name, I’m sure as **** not gonna call her by hers. Got it.”
I advance on Ric and poke him in the chest as I say those last two words.
“And what she does with her money is her own business. If you give it to her, it’s hers. Okay? You can’t go telling the woman what to spend it on.”
Okay so he hadn’t exactly said he was going to do that but I’m so mad, that his offer makes me jump straight to worst case scenario.
“And hot Ricky? I knew you had a thing for ******* battle babes.”
I kick him in the shin and go to grab the sword I brought with me for Beverly. It’s kinda ******* cute actually and so long as Ric keeps his mouth shut, the woman might actually be given the thing before I’ve had a chance to draw first blood with it on her sire.

Ric:
"Whatever." I'm not going to argue with a woman. I know how it ends. Me wanting to shove a sword through my brain. "Whatever makes you happy." There, that was a good answer. "I was saying I would suggest what she did with it, if she needed help." I resist the urge to face palm. "I think you're reading too much in to things." As usual, I wanted to add, but don't as I rub at my shins. "I'm going to go kill someo-thing. Leave you ladies alone." I usually like seeing Skylar's work and looking it over, but since she's so wound up about Katerina to the point she's fixated on it, I'm going to give them some alone time. "Let you have girl time. Or whatever."

Beverly:
Beverly sat down to watch. Skylar seemed ready to explode, yet Ric was so blasé. Opposites. She wondered if they were magnetic, and a giggle slipped her lips before she could stop it. All the talk about Katrina though, she liked Katerina very much. She wanted it to stop, but was unsure how...

Skylar:
Platitudes - as usual - I swear he makes it very difficult for me to ever find any real closure at times. The ******.
“Oh no you ******* don’t. You pissed me off. You can ride this out like I have to.”
I make a grab for his wrist.
“Might be best someone take this off me too before I act on urges that don’t come natural to me.”
I shove the sword into Ric’s free hand because, well, he can’t leave if he has to hand it over to his “thing.” I’ll calm down. I have to. This ain’t right.
I start pacing back and forth clicking my fingers in the way I do. Click, click, clap. Click, click, clap.

Ric:
She grabs my wrist and I stop moving away. Mostly because a sword is thrust in my hand. Beverly's sword. I look down at the thing and then look at a laughing Beverly and wonder what's so funny. I chalk it up to Skylar being funny. Or her outbursts. "So, this is yours. I guess." I hold it out to Beverly, but think better of it and take the tip in my other hand and hold the hilt out to Beverly. I don't want to be accused of stabbing someone unintentionally. I already have one thing pissed off at me for whatever, don't need another. "Why don't you give it a try? Go find something to stick it in." I look at Skylar, then around us.

Beverly:
The allurist took the proffered sword, feeling the balance. It was a beautiful sword, well made, the best she had ever seen. She twisted it in the air, getting a feel for it, when my sire’s words slip in. He is looking at Skylar when he tells me to find something to stick it in. Could he mean it? Quietly I give it a few more swings, no he must be joking, I think... "Thank you Skylar, it is wonderful, beauty and function" A smile graces the allurist lips as she slips it into her sheath.

Skylar:
I’m not really paying much attention to Ricky, which is probably a good thing considering he more or less told his childe to take a swing at me. I do however look up as Beverly starts to talk.
“What? Oh… yeah. Apparently I do good work.”
I shrug. I don’t really need the praise. If people like them, they like them. Some of my stuff is what I call fugly, as in ******* ugly, but that sword wasn’t. The stuff I’ve given Ric in the past isn’t. I glance over at him. Nope. Still want to punch him. My hands continue to keep themselves busy. Click, click, clap. Click, click, clap.

Ric:
"Need something to do with those hands?" I blurt out. It's probably the most provocative thing I've ever said to Skylar, but it makes me nervous when she does that. Unsettled. I don't know why, but it does. "See. She likes it. We should let her use it." I'm trying to leave because of Skylar's change in attitude, my nervous feeling and the fact I've been social for more minutes than I like to admit. "Beverly, I'll forward you some money tomorrow." I tell her as I step back and away from Skylar.

Beverly:
Beverly nodded to her sire, "Thank you, my liege" she turned once more to Skylar, dropping into a slight curtsy, "and thank you, Skylar, this will be of great use to me." A smile graced her face.

Skylar:
I can think of several things I’d like to do with my hands but having been asked that, I just stop and stare at him. It takes me a moment or two to recover and then I laugh, like all is right with the world.
“Well right up until you asked that I could have happily throttled you, but now you’ve offered… I can think of better things to be doing with them.”
I move closer to him and take a hold of his left hand with both of mine.
“But first…”
I drop his hand and run over to Beverly, hugging her tightly.
“You’re most welcome. And erm… sorry about… you know.”
I look over at Ric.
“I kinda can’t help myself at times. It’s an allurist thing, which I’m sure you’ll experience yourself sooner or later.”

Ric:
I nod to Beverly, then look at Skylar. She's laughing and seems to be in a good mood, so I decide to say as little as possible. To keep things ending on a good note. "See you around Beverly. You have my number, use it as often as you want." My attention returns to Skylar as I grab her by the shoulders and teleport her to the flats. "Sorry about all that. If you ever find yourself losing your ****. Word of advice. Breath first. And count to ten before you say anything." With that I focus on the flats and find myself there with Skylar.

Beverly:
Beverly returned the hug as she listened to the explanation, then stood in shock mouth hanging open as first Skylar, then her sire disappeared into thin air. Her hand stroked the pommel, then she headed outside looking for a sewer grate.

Skylar:
His hands are on my shoulders and next thing I know the whole world around me changes. I have no idea what just happened. I look around and it’s not long before Ric appears. I’m used to being summoned, this – whatever it was – was different.
I’m pretty sure I’m in for a lecture, so before he can start I kiss him twice, grab a hold of his hand and start to make my way to the elevator.
“So… You gonna keep my hands busy or what?”