Keara:This RP takes place on Wednesday 27th May 2015.
Despite the issues ‘the mistake’ had caused between Keara and Enver, neither had hesitated when it became possible for them to bound themselves to one another yet again. It was their third commitment ceremony of sorts, having already undergone a hand fasting ritual, a conventional marriage service and having the eternal bond ritual cast upon them had only strengthened their relationship. If these weren’t enough to show their deep and unyielding devotion to one another, the pair also considered the other to be their soul mate. So Keara soon, though possibly not soon enough, began to wonder why she allowed this childe to threaten her? This childe that Enver had not even chosen. One he had sired by accident. The answer to this was simple; she was the physical embodiment of his broken promise to her. Promises were important to Keara and this was the only one, outside of their vows that she’d ever asked of Enver. To have him break his word had devastated her and even now when she had more claim on him that any person had a right to, even if he claimed her in equal measure, the thought of this childe existing unsettled her. It was time therefore to face this demon and finally draw a line under the whole nasty business, as Keara could ignore her no longer; not without continuing to hurt her husband. It was with this in mind that Keara sent her sister out into the city to track the female down.
Deanna had watched Shya off and on in the first few weeks of her life. Keara had even tapped into her powers and reawaken her ability to read another person’s mind in order to check up on her and her husband; with Enver’s permission of course, as she rarely (if ever) kept secrets from him. In fact this habit had helped the female at one point as Keara had checked up upon her to find she had been caught in the sun for several days in a row. This was something she told Enver, despite the fact she held no love of the woman.
Having returned from their second honeymoon and having found some inner peace, Keara had decided to meet this challenge head on. While her sister searched Shya’s usual haunts, she dressed herself in one of her typical outfits. She had on her favourite heavy, black leather, boots which laced up and were covered in buckles. The high heeled boots stopped just below her knees. Her legs were covered in a pair of sheer stockings that required her to wear a garter belt to keep them up. Her short, black skirt consisted of several layers of silk and lace and was so short that the tops of stockings could be seen when she walked. She had chosen to lace herself into a corset for tonight instead of wearing a tight fitting t-shirt that would allow her husband easier access to her body. The russet coloured corset had black lace trimming and fitted perfectly to her form. Her hair was down, her dreads falling over her shoulders. Her usual jewellery adorned her fingers, wrists, while her neck was free of adornments. With a quick look in the mirror, Keara nodded to herself and headed out. Deanna had found Shya in Newborough; something Keara knew as she had kept in constant contact with her sister as she searched due to her mind speaking ability.
Walking into the abandoned factory north of Newborough station, Keara headed straight for the wayward child. Stopping before her, she made no show of looking her over, in fact her focus appeared to be on the woman’s face.
“Greetings. My name Keara Marshall is. Think I do, that it times is, that you and I talk do.”
Shya:
Shya settled back against the wall of the old factory, her chocolate gaze dropping down to the large duffel bag at her side. Inside were various items she had collected from her rounds about the city’s commercial districts. They ranged from DVD players to simple nuts and bolts. They would come in handy for selling to the merchants, or creating the gadgets for her next break-ins…but most, if not all, would go to Enver. He would make what she needed, while handing on the rest to the lineage he was a part of. And despite her lack of knowledge regarding the lineage, she didn’t mind that her work was spent on them.
Her interaction with Enver in the past month had been limited, at best, but non-existent was perhaps the better word choice. He had a life and a family to care for, that much, she understood. Not every man of the house was so cruel as her own father had been. Still, she found herself craving human company. It didn’t even have to be her sire, anyone was better than nothing.
A soft meow in the corner reminded her of the small white creature poking around. “Cirrus, be careful…” she whispered to the kitten, his head poking out from around a box at the sound of her voice. Really, he was the only company she needed, most days.
Lifting the bag from the floor to her shoulder, she began to walk forward without glancing to make sure the way was clear, and when she did, she came face to face with an unknown female. Her body tensed, her eyes conveying a wary unease. And when her name was offered, Shya knew her unease was warranted. “Marshall…as in, Enver’s wife…” she replied, voice soft, but assuming.
Keara:
Keara nodded; a soft smile on her lips. The female was quick on the uptake, which boded well for her, as a smart woman would be quick to understand her place in the family. Or more importantly, her place in Enver’s life. Despite her newly embraced calm, jealousy still ran rampant within her. It wasn’t something she could control but it was something she was at least aware of.
“Yes. Enver my husband is. And you Shya are?”
It was phrased as a question but it was more of a statement considering Keara knew exactly who she was.
Her hand extended towards the woman, as this was the polite thing to do when introducing one’s self. However she didn’t say anything to accompany the action, such as ‘it’s a pleasure to meet you’ as Keara was unable to lie and she wasn’t entirely sure that it was a pleasure, so much as the arrival of a long awaited nightmare.
Shya:
The appearance of the new face had Cirrus circling her ankles, his fur standing on end as he took his owner's rigid stance as a reason to feel threatened. Her eyes dropped down to him only once with a soothing, "Shh.." before she returned her attention to the woman before her. The offered hand went mostly ignored, but she had the decency to explain why, "I apologize, I'm...not a particularly tactile person. Please, don't take offense. But, yes...I am Shya." Like the other woman, she did not offer a welcome feeling for the introduction, and instead remained still. "Is there something you needed? Or are you just here to get a glance at the outcast of your lineage? Not that I am sure you don't have your reasons for it. I can assure you that I have brought no attention to myself."
Keara:
She nods when the woman says she’s not very tactile and lets her hand drop to her side. The same could be said for Keara but she was able to do what was expected of her if she was prepared for the moment and generally if she was the one initiating it. Though what Shya went on to say confused her a little.
“So tactile myself I am not. Especially with those I am unfamiliar with. So understand that I can. Seen you before I have. Briefly. Though unable I was then for myself to introduce.”
This was no word of a lie, as she had seen her at the ball at Nightmode, though she had been entirely unprepared to see the woman then and her insecurities had been such, that she had become overwhelmed by her emotions and almost unleashed one of her more destructive powers upon the gathering. Not that Keara explained this.
“Need have I, for with you to speak. And wrong you are, attention upon yourself brought you did, the day that sired you were. Know you likely do not, the pain that my husband then did cause. Explain that I can now. If necessary that is. Assuming of course I am that time have you do for talk.”
Keara ignored the kitten, though a small part of Keara’s subconscious toyed with the idea of transforming into her other form and showing it how a feline ought to act when it felt threatened.
Shya:
"I had no intentions of doing much else tonight, so feel free," she explained with a shrug of her shoulders, not bothering to hide her monotone as she usually did. There was no point in acting like something she wasn't in front of this woman. While she was a threat to Shya, she would not allow fear to overcome her. She had spent enough of her life a cowering child. "Though, the next time you wish to speak, it might be easier to plan it beforehand. Less surprise," she voiced with a small nod. She wasn't being condescending or rude, just simply honest about the way the situation had arose.
Keara:
“Oh but planned this was. Think you do that here I without reason would come? Nothing in this place of use to me is. Here I stand, as here you are.”
Keara’s voice showed no emotion. She wasn’t copying Shya’s way of speaking, she was just stating her opinion and her opinion required no emotion. Though truth be told, Keara rarely showed emotion to any outside of her family and while technically that was what Shya was, she was not yet comfortable thinking of the woman as such.
“Wish you do for here to speak? Or would you rather somewhere else go? Mind I do not dank conditions, but everyone like me is not.”
She cast her eyes around the darkened building. It wasn’t as bad as the sewers, catacombs or caves but again, not everyone seemed as at home in those sorts of places as she was. The conversation was such that Keara found herself thinking of how she and Enver met; a memory she quickly had to repress, as she was all too easily distracted by thoughts of her husband.
Shya:
Shya could give Keara credit where it was due for finding her in the midst of the night, when her rounds would be finishing. "You have been following me. If not you, then someone," she commented, looking up at the woman as if daring her to deny the truth of the words. While the rounds were routine, her resting spots were not and the list was always rotated so no one place was hit twice in a week. Only someone versed in her habits would know to come here. Even Enver remained unaware of her haunts, because she always met him elsewhere. "As for speaking....it can be where you feel most comfortable. I'm hardly picky," she continued, kneeling down to grab the small creature that had become her companion. "Does Cirrus bother you? If so, we can make a stop to my apartment..."
Keara:
“Kitten bothers me not,” she said beginning at the end. “Though scent of canines upon me I have. That for it, unsettling might be.”
She hadn’t seen the puppies before leaving that night but her boots were often worn around them so the scent of them likely lingered on the leather. The hardened material even had one or two minute teeth marks in it and while she couldn’t prove it was Gizmo, she suspected as much.
“Need I do not for you to follow. Powers have I for your location to sense. For your memories to see. For you to evaluate. But necessary those are not once your routine known is. Then all need I do is for my sister to ask for you to find. And find you she did.”
Keara looked to Deanna who understood the meaning of the cursory glance and promptly showed herself to the young woman. The wraith’s shape was more of a shadow, one that gave away the early era of her demise by the silhouette she formed. There was no detail about her. Just the form of a shadow that floated a few inches off the floor, the non-existent skirt of her dress hiding her feet. As quickly as she appeared, she disappeared and with another nod from Keara, who could still see her sister, she swiftly left the premises.
“Wish you for to sit or stand? No need have you for over my comfort to worry.”
Shya:
Her head canted at the appearance of the spectral figure that was Keara's sister. It was quite obvious that she came from an era much different from her own, but the pieces came together. Keara had used a means of following her, and that was all she needed to know. There was no traces of annoyance at the invasion of privacy. "From the way you speak, you share the same powers that I do...though, I have only ever had the chance to test them out on a few people," she surmised with a practically invisible smile, even if her eyes lacked the amusement. And instead of answering the question, Shya turned her back on the woman momentarily so that she could drop down against the wall, her duffel dropping to her side with a thud. "On a side note, feel free to take anything..." she gestured to the bag with a small nod. "It will save Enver a trip, and most of this would benefit you and yours, anyway. He only ever makes me what I need and the rest to put to your lineage's use, I assume."
Keara:
“Out of Enver’s mind stay you should,” she said in a tone devoid of emotion.
It was clearly a warning, but a fairly polite one all things considered as she could have easily growled at the end of that or said the words laced with venom.
“And kind it is for to offer. See later we shall.”
Without Enver at her side, Keara was beginning to feel old habits creeping back in. It was likely a reaction to the woman before her to and her need to control herself. She’d wanted to sit opposite Shya, cross legged on the floor but instead she moved to sit a small distance away from her with her back to the wall. One leg stretched out before her, the other bowed at the knee and upright. She wrapped her arms around the raised appendage and rest the side of her head on her knee so that she could observe the unfamiliar female.
Shya:
"You can rest assured that only time I am ever in his mind is when I need him to meet me for drop-offs. I have no other means of contact with him," she replied without a thought to keep the information to herself. She would not, and could not, lie to this woman. It was a dangerous position to take, considering, but she wouldn't change herself . Should Enver have a problem with her actions, then so be it. He wouldn't be the last person, or even the first, she lost, not even close. She never turned her head to watch Keara move, showing her intentions, fully. She posed no threat, and did not carry a single weapon. Keara would find no fight if she chose to attack. "Now, what is it you feel the need to tell me, Keara?" she asked, petting over the white coat of the kitten as he relaxed on her lap
Keara:
Keara couldn’t help the low growl that rumbled in the back of her throat when Shya admitted to speaking into Enver’s mind. While it was a power she used quite frequently herself, especially in raids, it wasn’t one she was fond of other’s using on her husband whether they were male or female.
“Give you his cell number I shall.”
The number she knew by heart even if she didn’t use it herself. It was just another fact about her husband that was filed away as everything he ever said or did was worth remembering as far as she was concerned.
“Here I am not for words to say, so much as words to hear. Judge you I cannot if know you I do not. Exist you should not. Has Enver you this told?”
Shya:
Shya did not react to the growl that the other emitted into the overall silence of the factory, the sound bouncing off the walls. There was no point in telling Keara she did not have a cell phone. She found them a waste, really...especially with the power she was now capable of. So, unphased, she continued to pet at the kitten in her lap. The next words Keara spoke made her body tense, but she did not make a move. "He doesn't have to tell me, Keara. I was meant to die that day in the alley, and it was Enver's fault. So, no. I should not exist" she spoke softly, devoid of any emotional connection to the story, her brown iris flickering over to the woman.
Keara:
“And dead stayed you should have.” She said as if stating a fact or talking about the weather. “Would have too. If Enver his promise to me remembered had. Too kind My Love is.”
She let the words hang in the air for a moment. She wasn’t sure if she wanted the woman to know about the promise Enver had made her or not, at least not what it entailed exactly. It was private. But she had already told her that a promise had been made and since she was the root of the issue, it seemed only fair to explain it in full.
“Explain perhaps I should, that he promised had for no female childe again to take. And promises more than words to me are. Expected him I did not for his word to break. But broke it he did. For you. Want I do for to understand why he that did.”
She knew Enver’s side of it of course but it still didn’t make any sense to her that he would forget his promise and sire Shya, not without good reason anyway. It hurt more in fact to know that he didn’t have a reason. At least not one past the fact that he’d been the one to kill her, as she couldn’t figure out why he cared about that in the first place.
Shya:
The mention of a promise had never been brought up between Enver and Shya, since they did little in terms of talking about anything other than organizing her drop-offs. So, she simply shrugged, finally looking at Keara fully. "I won't apologize for your husband breaking his promise. I didn't ask him to," she stated, standing her ground. If that was what Keara had come here for, then she would leave empty handed. There was nothing for Shya to apologize for, least of all Enver hurting his wife. That wasn't her fault. It was his. "I will, however, offer my apologies that my appearance put you through."
Keara:
“Why think you that he you as a childe did take?”
She hadn’t moved since she placed her head on her knee. She didn’t have to. Even when she growled she didn’t feel the need to straighten herself out or look away or anything. Keara could do that though, sit still for hours on end and not move a muscle. It was learned skill. One from her former life that she’d never forgotten. It was an essential skill for her then. Not so necessary now though, and yet she was completely at ease. Or at least she was as at ease as she could be while seated with a woman that could easily be her husband’s mistress. She wasn’t. Keara knew that. But it was her fear. One that was deeply rooted inside the jealous thoughts that all too often consumed her mind.
Shya:
Shya was relatively silent for a long moment, considering the question at hand. Her fingers skimmed over the white fur of the now sleeping kitten, but that that was the only indication she was actually still paying attention to the environment around her. "Perhaps, he felt bad for me..." she finally offered, her hand stilling on the small creature. "He witnessed my father doing what he does best, and Enver tried to stop it. And in his attempts to save me, he did what he wanted to prevent," and that was the only explanation Shya had to offer. Enver had never explained his reasons, other than his guilt
Keara:
She didn’t mind the silence that passed between them. Some might have seen this as time needed to fabricate an answer but not Keara, even if she didn’t already know that the woman was incapable of lying, she wold have allowed her the time as the question she asked was not straightforward and might require a little thought.
“Yes. To rectify what done was. See that I do. Still. Broken his promise he ought not have. And… knew him before that night you did or did not?”
Enver had told her he’d never met the woman and that she basically meant nothing to him at the time of her turning but Keara didn’t see the harm in checking up on what her husband had told her. While Shya might not lie, Enver certainly was capable of it and she couldn’t help but wonder if perhaps he thought he was protecting her by giving the answer she wanted in place of that of the truth. Not that she knew him to be lying; once again it was her fear that brought about these thoughts and thus this line of questioning.
Shya:
The next question wad much easier to answer, and she wasted no time in providing it, "No, we had never met. I vaguely recall seeing him, once, in a cafe. He made a joke of a woman chasing a thief through the shop. But, we didn't speak," she replied, replaying that night in her mind. It had taken her a solid month to place his face in that scene and realize they had crossed paths once before. To this day, she hadn't mentioned it to Enver. It wasn't important.
Keara:
Nodding she considered the fact that Enver had never mentioned that their paths had crossed before. Though she didn’t consider it long because the truth of the matter was that her husband was somewhat of a celebrity, even if it was a minor one by Hollywood’s standards, and as such he was rather memorable.
“And if asked I did how see you do? What your connection now is? How would you this question respond?”
This was probably the thing Keara wanted to know most. How did Shya see Enver? Was she attracted to him? She doubted that the female would tell her if she was but at least if she asked she could gauge her reaction. Though thus far the childe reminded her much of herself before she met Enver, as she too had seemingly lacked emotions then.
Shya:
It became obvious that the reason Keara was truly here rested in the answer to this question. For the woman's sake, Shya hoped she had the right answer. "I barely have a connection. And his avoidance due to this...promise, can only lead me to assume he is a good man. You must know that better than anyone," she said with a small nod, actually turning to meet the woman's gaze to prove there was no signs of a lie or nervous energy. "I don't hate him for what he did. He saved me that day, even if it came about wrong. I owe him a debt, and I only ask of you...that you let me continue to do so."
Keara:
“Continue for what to do?” she asked, having not really understood what it was the woman wanted to do her for husband. There were many ways in which to pay someone back for having been given this kind of gift and some of those were the ways she would not be comfortable with.
Shya:
"Just that I continue to provide what I can..." she gestured to the duffel bag near her side. It was something little, hardly worth it. But it was something. "I'm not sure what else I can do." She brought up her shoulders in a shrug, vaguely considering her other options. "I don't exist to step on your feet, Keara. There is no part of me that has feelings about this situation, and the people involved."
Keara:
“Stepped on my toes, as say you do, as yet you have not. Exist you should not, that true enough is, but asked Enver for between us to choose I have not. Not that fear I do what choice make he would if asked he was. Bound to me in every way he is. My soulmate he is. Know this to be true I do.”
The female wasn’t anything like she thought she would be. Or rather how she feared. The female was young and yet older than her in human years. She was pretty but then Keara believed most women surpassed her in this area, so she was used to feeling inadequate as far as her looks were concerned. There were some similarities between them what with them both having dark hair and dark eyes, and this was perhaps telling of her husband’s tastes, and probably the reason she’d reacting so strongly to her presence at the ball several month back. And yet despite all of this, she knew Shya could never compete with her as Enver was hers, as she was his. Shya might be linked by blood, by she didn’t have a claim on her husband’s heart.
“Allow I will not for anyone, for between Enver and I to come. Mindful of this you should be. So long as he nothing more than your sire to you is, forgive your existence I may.”
The elder was being oddly open, even for her. She rarely spoke of her jealousy to anyone but Enver himself and she’d never before warned a woman to behave around her husband. This was something she usually allowed her husband to handle himself. Or it was something she handled without him knowing by removing the threat in a more permanent manner. Luckily for Shya, that option had not been open to her what with the female being immortal, as killing an immortal was little more than a futile gesture.
Shya:
Shya had no illusions about who Enver would choose if he came down to such a decision, nor would she have felt betrayed by such a choice. No part of her wanted to put herself on a pedestal in his life, because she wasn't of concern. Not really. She wasn't even family. "You are lucky to have found such a solid and true love, then, Keara," she commented with a barely visible smile, the merest twitch of her lips. She had never had the honor of the same, but that was due to her own faults. She had accepted that.
Her thoughts went on pause as she took a moment to consider the woman opposite her. She was what the modern world would term "gothic" in the way she dressed, but it somehow suited her. She was confident in her abilities and her station in the city, that much was obvious. And Shya had to admire her, in her own odd way, for being so self-assured.
"I serve no threat to you or your relationship. Enver is nothing more than the man that saved my life. I will always be grateful to him, but that does not extend to anything more," she responded, lifting a hand to run it through her long and dark locks, chocolate-colored gaze unwavering. "I am content with being alone. Keara. I have been nearly my whole life."
