Unholy Confessions (Andras Interactions)

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Re: Unholy Confessions (Andras Interactions)

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Helena "Whether our opinions fully match or not, I am at least respectful that you know how to be a warrior in some sense. Though, I will believe it fully when I see your words to action. That is not to say, 'go out and die for the cause' because that is just plain stupid. If you can die for something, live for it and achieve it instead."


Nishaa She raised an eyebrow. He spoke and spoke about Tytonidae. She hadn't even brought up the faction. He seemed to be solely talking to Helena so she just watched the talking. "Hmm." She said. She took point of the lack of a smile. "See, if your looking to make friends. You're not doing it well." She tapped her chin. His attention was on her for the time being and she held onto it with her fingertips. "You are a warrior. I do agree with Helena." She said with a glimmer of a smile. "You need to at least be friendly with your faction mates. Because honestly. If you get along with them, then you work better as a unit. If you do not see eye to eye with them then you might as well lay the **** down and take the spanking." She laughed. "Friends are important to working as a solid unit."

Trahir Trahison T nods. "I believe that the bond of friendship comes in time. One can work with another toward a common goal without the personal attachment initially, allowing a mutual respect to build from the activities being performed, the effort put forth. It is only after getting past the simple mechanics, the simple function of the activity and into the life of the person that respect can grow into more." He watches Nishaa's fingers, then moves his eyes up to meet hers once more. "I'd die for you. You are family. I'd much prefer to kill with you. A family that slays together stays together."

Helena By his last words, Helena was clutching her sides and leaning with her face into a wall, laughing.

Nishaa She listened to his words and found herself nodding. She eased a little. At least he understood her words. Soaking it in like a sponge, at the very least. She then notices his gaze on her fingers. She blinks. She then listens to the next few words out of his mouth and blinks. "Do you want to hold my hand, lovely?" She asks him quite bluntly. She then turns to Helena who was against a wall laughing but her onyx hues go back to Trahir. "I don't want you to die for me." She said. "I've had people die for me before. Back when I was a young thing." She turned to Helena, who probably understood. "But I mean, if you want to throw yourself into a car for me. Be my guest." She shrugged. "I can't stop you."

Trahir Trahison Chuckling at the question he says "Your fingers were moving. They attracted my attention. If we are going to hold hands though I think we should add in some skipping. Maybe frolic through the slums singing. Afterward I'll consider the jumping in front of the car thing. Helena? Would you be up for an outing to the slums? Skip through them like the streets were paved with gold and the gangsters were Munchkins?" He shrugs. "Could be fun."

Helena "Not on your life, I'd sooner throw you under a bus." Helena went to the slums only when she needed to. Got her *** grabbed too much there.

Nishaa Nishaa blinked her eyes. Did he ACTUALLY just crack a joke? Well. I'll be damned. She wiggled her nose. Her hand wanted to grab for her Hydra. Her lovely lovely gun. One bullet. Thats all it would take.

Helena "They'd think Nish and I were crack whores and you were a..." She paused, trying to remember the English word. "Pimp! And then, Nish and I would have to kill you, it wouldn't be worth it."

Nishaa "I'd shoot him right between the eyes."

Helena "Did I remember the English right, Nish?" Helena eyed the woman. She was still debating checking her phone.

Nishaa "You got the english term correctly." Nishaa says throwing Helena a wink.

Helena Helena grinned.

Trahir Trahison Trahir thinks a moment. "I'd need a zoot suit. Perhaps a fedora with a feather. You're right. Wouldn't be a good idea. I'm not dressed for the part." He hands reaches into his pocket Nishaa a hand-made card that seems bound in leather and then passes Helena a second card. On each is just a number, his cell. "In case either of you change your minds. Or if you would like to go hunting sometime..."

Helena She took the card and placed the number in her phone. Sending a quick text so the man knew her number in likewise before putting the card in her pocket with her phone.

Trahir Trahison He looks at his phone. "We gotta go," he states simply and vanishes in a blur of celerity.
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Re: Unholy Confessions (Andras Interactions)

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<Nyla> Her limbs felt heavy, magnetized to the floor. She had run out of blood and with Shan busy, she wasn’t going to go biting Seraphine, not that she’d seen her either. With each day that she’d put things off it had made it all worse; the dominoes just kept falling. How would she explain her absence now? When she’d been back this long? Micah had already run into Shan, so he would know… if he assumed they’d both been gone together. She growled, the sound low and animalistic as she tried to pull off another kick to the combat dummy. Tried and failed. Her body was too weak to control the amount of force she’d tried to put behind it, leaving her crashing from midair without even hitting her target.

Her knee hit the mat first, then her hip, the rest of her following promptly. The entire floor of her training room was made of those special maps meant to help with the impact, but it still hurt. She laid there for a moment, crumpled on the floor while she took stock of the fact that in reality, her whole body just ached. Her head was throbbing, had been since she woke up. She tried to think, which just made the pain worse, and realized she wasn’t exactly sure how many days it had been since she’d run out. Since she’d fed.

Slowly she picked herself up off of the floor and stumbled against the wall, realizing she was much worse off than she had been before spending time in her training room. There was a good chance she wasn’t even going to be able to successfully feed without bringing notice to herself at this point, but she couldn’t let it get any worse. Even with how busy she was, Shan would notice. She’d probably already noticed something was wrong. She should call Micah. He’d be mad, but he’d bring her blood. Probably put her under house arrest or something, but he’d make sure she was okay.

The thought of his anger made her flinch, though. She couldn’t go to him weak like she was. Maybe after she fed. Maybe she wouldn’t come up with another excuse to prolong the inevitable. She braced herself and made her way to the outside world, trying not to stumble too much. She didn’t trust her ability to avoid notice using one of her portals, so the front door would have to do. She started wandering aimlessly out of the trailer park, stopping to lean against a hard surface every few minutes while she looked for the right human. An easy prey, one that she might be able to get to without screwing it up.

<Micah>  Neither of them had stuck around the Realm for very long - them being Micah and Vel.  Forty-five minutes was long enough to wait and after that much time had elapsed, Micah had just said **** it and left after telling Vel that he was going to take a walk.  So much **** had been going on that he needed some time to just clear his head.  It wasn’t something that he did very often, but she had understood and left him to his own devices.  Normally when he was in a mood such as the one he was currently in he would shift and go for a run.  Not tonight though.  No tonight, he just felt like taking a walk.  Shocking, yes.

As he walked his thoughts turned to his family, turning over the current events.  He wasn’t bothered by kicking Fforde from Andras.  The majority of them couldn’t be bothered to speak up and let anyone know they were there and he wasn’t even going to touch the subject of Jesse and Grey, not even in his thoughts.  **** might be cool with Grey now after their discussion but it was far from cool with Jesse.  Micah had said he’d fix it but the longer he stewed on it the more he was coming to the conclusion that he just didn’t care.  Why should he?  Jesse didn’t.  He only came around when he wanted something.  It was pretty clear to the killer that Jesse had been using Andras as a means to an end.  When he got what he wanted well, Andras didn’t matter to him.  And that just didn’t sit well with Micah.  So no, **** wouldn’t be fixed, not until Jesse grew the **** up and saw with his own eyes that a good portion of the blame was with him.

A flash of blonde hair caught his attention.  Speaking of people who didn’t come around any longer….was that Nyla?  Micah had to admit that he hadn’t thought too much on her disappearance.  Not because he didn’t care, but because if he dwelled on her absence he’d just get pissed off.  After the last time she up and disappeared on him Jaxton’s childe had promised it wouldn’t happen again, and if it had to she would let him know.  She hadn’t.  When had he last seen her?  Weeks, maybe months had flown past and he’d seen neither hide nor hair of her.  Micah had passed Shan a few times in the castle and last he knew, those two were thick as thieves.  Nyla had to be around too.  But was that her?  Only one way to find out.  Micah changed direction and followed, pulling the shadows around his body to conceal himself.  Just in case.

<Nyla> If she’d been at peak strength, she might have noticed that she was being followed. She might have sensed the one she thought of as her sire near, but in her current state she couldn’t afford to be aware of anything beyond the normal senses. She continued on, stumbling slightly almost as if she were a drunk human. She had the presence to think this might be a great way to lure prey - pretending to be incapacitated and waiting to see who would try to pounce, just to give them a piece of their own medicine. That wasn’t the kind of person she was looking for tonight, though. Tonight she needed easy prey, or possibly blood bags if she managed to find herself near somewhere she could get them.

Dark eyes searched around at that thought - where the **** was she? She shook her head, messed blonde hair flying around her head as she did so. She wasn’t entirely sure, but she could always use her tome to get to safety if need be. With the decision to not worry about it made, she took another step forward, only to have her foot trip on something causing her to fly forward right into the unsuspecting police officer who had just rounded the corner. She had a moment to mentally curse herself, her idiocy at letting herself get to the state she was in and her subsequent clumsiness.

She noticed the look of alarm that crossed the cop’s features as he got into a defensive stance bare seconds before impact happened and she was sprawled across the man. Her muscles ached so much more than they had just moments earlier and she felt all sorts of dizzy. Next thing she knew, strong hands were on her shoulders, helping her up as she tried to shake the fuzzies out of her brain. A distant part of her realized just how bad this situation had just gotten, but there wasn’t anything she could do to fix it. Using her tome now was not an option at all.

She watched the officer’s eyes go from concerned to suspicious before she realized he was speaking to her. Shaking her head for real this time, she tried to put on her best innocent face. “Sorry Sir.” She tried to take a step back, but that suspicious look didn’t go away. “Ma’am? Do you have some identification?” ****. She nodded, trying to plaster on the innocent act even thicker. “Of course!” She fumbled through her pockets, taking longer than usual to pull out the wallet that she’d almost forgotten to grab on her way out the door. She flipped it open to where her fake, but hopefully convincing, Ontario driver’s license was and handed the whole thing over. He looked it over and she did her best not to wince in worry - she’d never needed to pull it out in a situation where its authenticity might matter. “Well Miss Andras.” She tried not to cringe at the mispronunciation as he handed her wallet back to her. She didn’t bother trying to put it away right now. “Have you been drinking tonight? You’re not exactly close to home.”

Well ****. Of course he would think that - she didn’t have her real address on that I.D. She wasn’t driving so it’s not like he could give her a DUI, but wasn’t there a thing against being drunk and disorderly in public too? And what about that comment about being far from home? Did he think she was drunk and looking to drive home? How exactly was she going to get out of this situation when she didn’t exactly have her full wits about her? If she did, she was going to go home and never -ever- leave again. Ever.

<Micah>  What in the actual **** was wrong with her?  She was stumbling along without a thought to her surroundings and if he didn’t know better he’d swear she was drunk.  Maybe he should have grabbed her the second that he saw her.  He was regretting his decision to just follow her now.  They were in a part of the city that he wasn’t all that familiar with but it didn’t bother him.  People tended to avoid him at all costs and that worked to his advantage.  He wasn’t the friendliest looking man after all, but again that it was an advantage that he utilized quite often.

Looking up he realized that he had allowed himself to become distracted with his inner musings and had lost sight of his wayward childe.  Because that’s what she was.  His childe.  Micah had taken responsibility for her ages ago, treated her as if he’d sire her himself.  Jaxton just wasn’t around and those two never had a decent relationship to start with.  Layla resented him for ripping her away from everything she’d ever known, but that never seemed to bother Jax.  Not that he was ever around.  He slept more than he was awake.  It was fine.  She wasn’t the first childe he’d taken in that someone else had abandoned and he knew she wouldn’t be the last.  But for now, he had to find her.  And find her he did.  “****,”  he swore softly when he saw just what she’d gotten herself into.

The shadows fell from around his body and the second they did he started to approach the pair just in time to hear him butcher her name.  Micah barely suppressed the snarl at that.  Idiot.  He could see the unease and the desperation written all over Layla’s face.  She looked like ****.  Her eyes looked sunken in and in the low light it looked like she had dark purple smudges underneath her eyes.  And was it his imagination or did she look thinner?  Just what the **** had she been doing in her time away?  It didn’t matter.  He’d find out regardless, and took that moment to announce his presence.  “Is there a problem with my….daughter, officer?”  Micah cringed at addressing her in such a way but knew he’d have a better chance at getting her out of there if the cop thought she was his kid.
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<Nyla> She would know that voice anywhere, but it took a moment for her to really understand that it wasn’t in her mind and Micah was actually here. It wasn’t hard to put on the look of a chastened child, considering she actually felt that way. For a split second she debated pretending Micah meant her harm, because she doubted any part of their reunion was going to be pretty. But he’d have his say either way, pissing him off more wouldn’t help. She couldn’t just step back into the protection, the cop still had her I.D. and seemed to be scrutinizing it even more now, before looking up at Micah and doing the same. “Your daughter, is it?” Nyla could see the look of disbelief on the guy’s face - according to the I.D. in his hand, she was 21, and Micah, as always, looked like a badass.

“Sorry… Dad.” The word didn’t even sound sincere coming off of her lips, which she hoped would be put off to not actually being sorry. “I um.. tripped right onto this officer.” She wondered if he’d already seen that. How long had he been following her? She was screwed. So screwed. And the cop still looked suspiciously at the two of them.

<Micah> He gave the cop a cold stare. Micah wasn’t intimidated, and no matter what the officer tried he wouldn’t ever be intimidated. “Yes.” One single word that came out rather curtly, a testament to how short his patience was. “Step daughter actually.” He tacked that last bit on there at the end hopefully making the situation a little more believable. If this were just a normal human Micah would have just killed him and pulled Layla somewhere private where he could find out what the **** was going on with her. But this wasn’t a normal human, it was a cop. And killing a cop was a big fat no no. So he had to be patient.

The snort that came from him was one of disbelief. “We’ll discuss this at home.” He tried to pull off the angry parent persona but that wasn’t something he was very good at. He wasn’t very parental in the first place. “That is, if this nice officer doesn’t need anything else from you first.” He hoped they would get away with no further issue, but at that point it was hard to tell.

<Nyla> The guy didn’t look convinced at all. His suspicion seemed to grow, if anything, making Nyla’s nerves go even more haywire. Her arms curled around herself as she looked back and forth between the two, an action that the cop seemed to find disturbing. She darted a glance to her I.D., which the guy was still holding onto. It was fake, one Micah could probably get her a new one of, but she didn’t know what kind of trouble it would cause if she ran off while he still had it. Still, her eyes darted to the side as she debated making a run for it, not that she’d get very far. She’d either have a suspicious cop or a pissed off vampire tackling her, neither situation would make anything better right now.

Seeming to come to a decision, the cop looked at her with, what looked to be, a look of concern more than anything. That made her hope leap - that was good, right? Maybe this whole thing would be over soon. “Is everything alright, miss Andras?” Again, with the butchering. She couldn’t help but wince at that, which made the look of concern grow, the cops spine straightening as he continued. “If you’re in trouble…” Kind blue eyes glanced towards Micah, hardening a bit as they did, before going back to Nyla and resuming their concerned state. “If you need help…”

Oh ****. Nyla’s eyes widened, the fear that went through her as she realized what the cop was getting at was too much to suppress. Not that the cop realized that she was more afraid of Micah’s response to having someone question his treatment of his family. She’d wonder if the cop had a death wish… but well, he didn’t know Micah and was just doing what he thought was right. “N-n-no sir. It’s not like that.” She shook her head, trying to emphasize her words. She didn’t dare look back at Micah. She had already fucked up enough for a lifetime; as it was he was probably going to lock her in a dungeon somewhere and never let her out.

<Micah> Oh hell no. That **** wasn’t going to fly with him. Micah was a lot of things but he sure as **** wasn’t the kind of person that this dumb **** was implying that he was. He could feel his temper starting to spike despite his best efforts at keeping it under control. Inwardly he fumed, so many insults and insinuations flying through his mind at a rapid pace but the killer didn’t dare allow them to escape his mouth. Outwardly he was calm, cool and collected, as he needed to be in this particular situation. Damn her. Had she just ******* called him, they wouldn’t be in this situation.

“I assure you officer, that I am not the kind of person that you are trying to paint me as,” came the cool response. Anyone who knew him would be able to hear the slight biting undertones testifying that he wasn’t calm. No. He was ******* livid. “Layla has been missing for a few weeks. We’ve been worried sick about her, her family and her doctor.” The lies rolled off his tongue like it was nothing. “She stopped taking her medications and the last we saw of her, she was running off with her latest...conquest.” Micah turned his head in Layla’s direction, daring her to argue with him. He’d apologize to her later, right now he was more concerned about getting her away safely.

The officer still looked like he was going to argue with him. It was clear Micah wasn’t trusted and really, he couldn’t blame the guy. But his words finally managed to sink in and the officer nodded rather reluctantly. “Alright.” He returned her ID and handed her a card. “If you need help, please call the number on the card. Use it Please.” One final wary glance at Micah and the cop left, leaving just the two of them. Once Micah was sure they were alone, he turned his rage on her. “Where the actual **** have you been?”

<Nyla> She barely moved the entire time Micah went about trying to make the nice officer go away. She just kept focusing on the “Oh god. Oh god” running through her mind. She didn’t even really register what Micah was saying, but noticed the change in the man’s posture with relief and numbly held her hands out to accept her I.D. back, telling herself she couldn’t crumble the card up while the guy was staring at her, but she’d probably be better off to get rid of it as soon as possible to keep Teddy Bear from turning into something very un-Teddy like.

Then the guy was gone. They were alone. The sound of Micah’s voice felt like sandpaper on her nerves, causing her to cringe and shy away from him. It was so unlike her to do that. He was one of her few places of comfort and safety. One of the very few people she knew she could go to no matter what and it would be okay, even if she sometimes (often) chose not to. If Shan hadn’t been with her when she realized the trouble… she’d have called Micah. Right? Then Why haven’t you called him since you’ve been back? She cringed at the mental voice and told it to shut the hell up.

“I…” She shook. Her body shaking. She realized it was possibly shock. Could vampires go into shock? Well ****. Her hands came up, rubbing uselessly against her arms in an attempt to warm herself. The night wasn’t cold by any stretch of the imagination and she was wearing a sweater but she still felt cold in a way that made her feel like she should maybe just lay down right where she was and curl up in a ball until she warmed up some, but a distant part of her told her that wasn’t a good idea. She noticed she wasn’t making any attempt at all to conceal her fangs, and wondered absently if they’d been concealed when the officer was talking to her. They must have, right? She kept up the friction against her arms as she tried to get herself back on topic, or at least on a topic she could stay on for more than a second.

Blood. The realization of her fangs made her remember that she was hungry. So ******* hungry that she even eyed Micah’s neck like maybe she could fix her problem that way. She even took a step forward, her tongue licking along one of her ever present fangs as she did so before stopping, the blood lust look on her face immediately melting into one of embarrassed shock. “I had to….he knew too much. They knew too much.” She shook her head, not entirely sure how to explain it in that moment. There were too many other things that kept bombarding her brain. Mostly it was the hunger though. And even though she knew it was completely ridiculous when she realized what she was doing, she still caught herself looking at Micah like he could possibly be lunch. Or at least an appetizer. He was possibly going to just kill her.
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<Micah>  “You what?”  He had no patience for her right then.  All he wanted from her were answers but she didn’t seem to be able to give them to him.  She’d been gone for months.  After promising him she wouldn’t disappear without a trace again she’d gone and done exactly that.  Micah didn’t know if he should strangle her or hug her.  But before he didn’t anything, she owed it to him to explain herself.  After that though, all bets were off.

Why was she looking at him like that?  Uncomfortable wasn’t something he felt very often but right now that was exactly how he felt.  He saw the way her eyes drifted up to his neck and he actually took a step back away from her, his hand going for the gun nestled against the small of his back.  Icy cold fingers of dread walked up the length of his spine as he considered what she might have possibly become.  And if she did….no.  She wouldn’t have gone that route.  Or would she?  This woman standing in front of him, staring at his neck like he was some sort of all you can eat buffet wasn’t the Nyla he’d grown to care about.  This was an absolute stranger and when she started to speak and couldn’t understand what the **** she was trying to tell him, he covered her mouth with his hand to shut her up.  “Be quiet.  Just….shut up.”  

Silently he appraised her and what he found had him snarling.  She hadn’t fed.  There was no blood in her body whatsoever.  No wonder she was looking at him the way that she was.  She was ******* starving.  “I feel like we’ve had this discussion before, about taking care of yourself.”  Focusing his power he used his abilities to restore some of the blood she didn’t have.  It wasn’t much, she’d still need to feed but Micah hoped that it was enough to take the edge off so she wasn’t acting like a raging lunatic.

<Nyla> A most basic part of her relaxed the moment he put his hand over her mouth. It was a strange reaction, perhaps, but that part of her recognized that the person she trusted above all else to protect her was now close enough to do so. Despite her allowing herself to get in her current condition, she was still a survivor. The lessening of her hunger had her practically slumping forward against Micah, her eyes closing as she regained more of her functions. She wanted to be horrified, but that hunger was still there raging inside of her.

She let her eyes open, the darkness of them seeking out...something, though she wasn’t exactly sure of what. A look that said it would be okay? Forgiveness? She wasn’t sure she was going to see anything like that, but she resisted the urge to close her eyes again. She needed that contact, even if the look he was giving her made her want to stake herself. She wondered what she would do if she couldn’t fix this, the thought making her weaker than her hunger had.

She didn’t step back, but she did move her head back slowly, just enough to allow herself to speak. She wasn’t even sure he would allow her that much, but when he didn’t make a move to stop her she released a small breath. She still wasn’t sure what she should say and her brain still felt like mush. She needed to feed… but now that the edge was taken off just slightly she knew how stupid it was for her to attempt to feed the traditional way. Even with Micah watching out she was likely to screw it up and have another Pixie incident happen all over again. That thought brought a look of complete sadness to her face. She closed her eyes then, afraid of letting the emotion lurking behind them leak out.

“D-do you have blood? I ran out. I c-can’t feed like this.” She shuddered then, her whole body trembling as if she might fall apart at any second before she forced her muscles to stop with what little willpower she had left. “I’ll m-make it worse. I’ll explain after. P-promise.” She was thinking she might possibly start crying at any moment. It wasn’t something she’d done in… she couldn’t even remember how long. Right in that moment, though, she thought maybe she should. Maybe it would help. But maybe she wasn’t capable of that anymore.

<Micah>  He allowed his hand to fall away from her mouth when she moved her head.  It looked a little awkward, not to mention uncomfortable.  He was taller than her by at least a foot.  If she kept looking up at him like that she was bound to get a stiff neck so he took two steps back to allow her to find a more comfortable position; even ground so to speak.  As she stood there shivering he felt some of his anger at her to drain away.  She was asking him for help and Micah knew that was something she wasn’t comfortable with.  Nyla was fiercely independent which is probably why she’d not tried to contact him.  If he hadn’t of stumbled upon her….well, he wasn’t going to even think about what could have happened to her especially in her current state.

“No,” he said in response to her question. He’d given everything he had to her in order to restore what little blood she currently had in her body.  Reaching for her, his hand curled around her upper arm in a firm grip.  Not to hurt her, not to be cruel but to reassure them both that she was going to be fine.  Until that moment he hadn’t realized how worried he’d been about her during her absence.  Nyla didn’t have many she could rely on and Micah prided himself on being the one that she never hesitated to turn to when she needed him.  Like now.

“I’ll take you to the hotel.  You don’t have to stick around, but it's far enough out that no one really knows about its existence.  You can buy some blood there at the shop or I can find someone to lure humans if that's your preference.”  His way of subtly letting her know that she wasn’t going to be leaving his sight for the foreseeable future.  Not until he was sure she was fine and that she wasn’t going to disappear on him again,

<Nyla> She just nodded her head, then frowned when that simple motion felt like it was sending a bunch of rocks banging around inside of her head. “Sounds g-good.” She could hear the stutter in her voice and she hated it. She took a step forward, swaying slightly less than she had before tripping right into the cop, before realizing she had no idea where or what he was talking about. Then the rest of what he said penetrated - far enough away. She wasn’t confident in her ability to walk a block, let alone somewhere that was far enough away to escape notice.

She didn’t say anything about that. She screwed up so she should have to tough it out anyway. “Where’s it?” She leaned into him slightly, letting him absorb some of her weight for a moment in hopes it would help her make it further. Maybe he would be quite okay with just slinging her over his shoulder and carry her back like a wayward child. That would be super embarrassing.

<Micah>  His hand shot out and wrapped around her upper arm to keep her on her feet.  Even though she was leaning against him and he was supporting most of her weight he still didn't trust that she wouldn’t topple over and fall flat on her face.  In her current condition there wasn’t a chance in hell that she would be able to make the walk to Pandemonium.  Going back for a vehicle would take too long and he didn’t want to leave her unattended for longer than he had to.  There was only one option and he hoped that she would be willing to let him do it.  “It’s way out in the wilderness but there is no way you can make the walk.  I can tome back to the Eyrie and go through the portals then summon you directly inside.  Do you trust me enough to do that?  Can I trust you to stay here until I can get to the hotel?”  If either answer was no then he’d have to think of something else.
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<Nyla> Was he crazy? She gave him an incredulous look. Of course she trusted him. He wouldn’t let her down. And she wasn’t in any shape to go wandering off herself. She didn’t say any of that, though, she simply nodded - not once, but twice, to make sure he knew the yes was to both questions. He still had ahold of her arm and started leading her off somewhere, which confused her. Did he not trust her word? But then she found herself in a tight alleyway, no security lights around leaving her all but invisible in the shadows. She caught one last glimpse of him before he was gone, causing a moment of sheer panic to surface before she pushed it down. He was coming back, or well, he was going to pull her to him where she’d be safe.

She thought about sitting down to wait, but it shouldn’t take him that long, right? And besides, the ground was probably filthy. Now that Micah had boosted her, she didn’t feel quite so… lost. Some of her senses were coming back, but mostly she was noticing that her hunger seemed to be worse, somehow. Like she’d gotten enough strength back to realize how truly hungry and desperate she was. And her senses? They seemed to all be focused on one thing. Finding a heartbeat. Sensing a human close enough to sate the clawing desire in her throat. She closed her eyes, trying to push those thoughts back. She just had to make it until she was summoned and then she’d be okay.

The next second everything changed, the air she’d been breathing in being forced out of her lungs as her chest slammed into the wall, a heavy weight pushing into her back and holding her down. She’d been so focused on cutting down the senses that were likely to get her into trouble that she hadn’t even noticed the eyes that watched her. A bruising grip flipped her and that same weight was back, this time with a knife to her throat. The guy didn’t look happy, his eyes trailing to her neck, wrists, fingers - looking for jewelry maybe? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. She was pissed off and hungry and he had just what the doctor ordered coursing through his veins. She hissed at him as the blade pushed closer against her neck and his eyes came up, the disappointed look turning into one of horror.

Oh yeah. Fangs. They never went away but at least she was usually good at making sure they weren’t too noticeable. Except right now and she didn’t even care anymore. His grip slackened as he took a clumsy step back, the stench of his fear pushing down on her it was so intense. She didn’t wait. Pouncing, she let her teeth sink into his neck, where the effects of his quickened heart beat were most noticeable. She wasn’t trying to be clean about it, practically tearing out half the guys throat as she let the fury and hunger that were bubbling inside of her loose.

Blood was going everywhere, his screams not making it out. Maybe she’d damaged his vocal cords? Some of the blood made it where it was most needed, helping to sate the hunger burning in her, but most of it went everywhere else. It’s not like he was going to be talking to tell the tale. Just as she felt him go completely slack, she felt that familiar tug and released him. ****. This hadn’t been what Micah had meant, she was sure. She didn’t have time to think about it, because then she was gone, the scene in front of her changing completely and she had no time to hide the evidence. Or to think up a proper apology.

<Micah> He pulled her into a rather confined alleyway that provided plenty of shadows to cover her. The area that they were in wasn’t at all familiar to him and because of that he wasn’t going to leave her out in the open to be accosted by any moron who thought she was an easy target. In her weakened state it wouldn’t be too incredibly difficult for someone to take advantage and get the best of her. Micah knew when Nyla was at full strength she was no slouch at defending herself. It was part of the reason he didn’t worry too much about her being alone in the trailer. But when she was like this….weak, practically starving? No. He wasn’t going to take any chance. The mere thought had him quickening his steps as he moved through the Eyrie, taking the elevator and moving through the network of fade portals that would take him to Pandemonium.

He stepped out of the portal and moved towards the shop, walking around the various sleeping family members scattered throughout the room. The shop was his destination. Nyla needed blood and what better place to summon her than right at the source? Granted it was gonna be stale and not very tasty but it would do the job. Luckily there was no one at the shop except for him and the very bored shopkeeper. Bunny had been lingering but he’d forced her to tome not wanting to risk Nyla trying to take a bite out of her. That would have been bad.

Concentrating on his wayward childe he called on his power and summoned her to his side. But the sight that met him wasn’t something that he had expected. Instantly his temper ignited. Had he or had he not told her to remain where she was? He’d been gone from her side less than ten minutes. How the **** can someone get into trouble in ten ******* minutes? Obviously Nyla could. She looked like a wild animal. She was covered in blood. It saturated her clothes, dripped from her blonde hair. It ran out of the corners of her mouth and ran down over her chin, streaking her pale flesh in a tide of crimson that contrasted sharply. This wasn’t the Nyla that he had left just a few minutes ago. “What the **** happened?? Jesus Nyla why didn’t yo-” He stopped his tirade ad drew in a deep breath in a futile attempt to calm down. “Explain yourself.”

<Nyla> Dark eyes blinked at Micah, trying to appear as innocent as possible. That wasn’t very innocent, considering the amount of blood covering her. Still, she could try. She opened her mouth, sharp fangs and surrounding teeth still painted red with the blood of her attacker. She closed it without saying anything before shaking her head a little, stray droplets of blood dropping on the floor as she did. “He brought a knife to a … bite fight?” She had meant to say something else. Something that would show she had no choice, not make a joke. But she felt a little giddy after her feeding. She still wasn’t at full force, considering she’d let herself become a starving lunatic, but she was much better than when Micah had originally found her.

<Micah> The look he gave her could have melted steel. Clearly he was unimpressed with her joke and she had yet to answer his question. He didn’t understand how she could have gotten herself into this much trouble in such a short amount of time. And if he had summoned her looking like this then…..****. ****, **** ****. Micah dreaded the answer to the question he had to ask her now. “How much of a ******* mess did you leave behind? Were you seen? How the **** did you get yourself into...this, in such a short amount of time!?” Realizing that he had asked her more than just a single question he forced himself to quit talking to give her the opportunity to explain herself.

<Nyla> She blinked at his questions, waiting for him to stop. He would eventually, she thought, although that didn’t mean he’d be very happy with her. He did eventually stop, so she held up one finger, indicating the first question. “I don’t know. There’s a dead body with his throat ripped out. Pretty big?” She held up a second finger. “Not that I know of. I didn’t sense anyone else nearby, but I was kind of busy.” A third finger followed. “You left me in an alleyway where some thug found me and thought to make a quick buck by slicing me up and taking his fill.” She really did hope he had been after material possessions.

She tilted her head, trying to figure out if she answered all of his questions or not. She was pretty sure she had, but doubted he was going to be happy with her answers. “Would you have been happier to summon me and see my throat cut?” She didn’t think so, but she hoped maybe that image might put a little perspective. She crossed her fingers at that - it was a juvenile action but hey, she could use all the help she could get right about now.

<Micah> “I left you in an alley that was out of the way and in shadows. You make it sound like I left you out in the open for some low life scumbag to find you.” Only Nyla would find trouble in less than ten minutes. “Why didn’t you just….oh I don’t know, run? You could have outrun him and I would have summoned you anyways. Granted I don’t think being summoned while running away would be an overly pleasant experience but still.” He started to pace, back and forth in front of her. “Now instead of getting the answers that I wanted from you I gotta go back and clean up the mess you left behind.” He stopped pacing and shot her a glare. “Can I trust you to stay put, or do I gotta call you a fuckin babysitter?” Disposing of a dead body wasn’t his idea of a good time but it needed to be done. The sooner the better.

<Nyla> She looked down at the ground at that, not having to fake any sort of contrite emotion at that particular moment. “I didn’t hear him… didn’t realize he was there.” Her words were quiet. She wasn’t exactly proud that a human of all things had snuck up on her. She lifted her eyes to meet Micah’s again, not really liking not feeling able to meet his stare. “Then there he was and I just… lost it. He wanted to hurt me - and wasn’t skittish about it. Maybe I could have run…” she wasn’t entirely sure that was the case though, not with the knife that had been at her throat. “But what about the human girls who are as weak as they look?” She shook her head, anger rising up in her at the thought. “And I could hear his little heart beating. Between the anger and hunger?” She shook her head, then shut up.

“Of course you can trust me…” There was an odd quality to her voice, the thought that he really had to ask and wasn’t sure of his trust in her chipping off another piece of her heart. She curled into a ball, or tried to, making herself as small as possible and dropping her eyes down from Micah’s again.

<Micah> He didn’t know what to say to her. He was angry, but on the same hand knew that it wasn’t her fault. She had no way of contacting him to let him know she was in trouble and in her weakened state it was doubtful that she could have fought him off until he could even get there. But now he had a mess on his hands, one that he wasn’t looking forward to cleaning up. Body disposal wasn’t something he ever had to do very often but in this case he didn’t have a choice. “Good.” It came out curtly. “I’ll return soon and when I do, I expect you to be cleaned up, fed and ready to explain yourself to me. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you disappeared on me.” He headed for the portal. “And don’t you dare leave.” That was thrown back over his shoulder as he disappeared.
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Re: Unholy Confessions (Andras Interactions)

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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
This RP is back-dated to June 7, 2015 and occurred in the Andras’ line’s family home.

Trahir Trahison appears in the hotel holding his tome. Tonight's attire, white tie. a starched white shirt with 2 studs showing, complimented with a white bow tie and gloves, and a white waistcoat covered by a blacker than black tailed tuxedo jacket. In his left hand, a Penang lawyer walking stick with silver cleat on the bottom, the hand grip in the shape of an owl. A single Rhododendron blossom pokes from the pocket of the tuxedo jacket standing out over a black handkerchief. Literally topping off the entire ensemble is a top hat. He walks toward room one as requested and enters. He figures the clothing won't help him to appear less formal than usual but well, he was entertaining a real estate agent about a mansion.

Velveteen had been curled up on the sofa in the corner of the room making faces at her husband as they waited. The warm glow of the fire filled the room and while the weather itself had been growing warmer, it was still rather cool and dank below the earth. She pushed her glasses back in place as the door opened, and cast Micah a cheeky grin before spying Trahir as he entered. The look on her face was priceless as her features danced somewhere between shock and amusement. It took just about everything in her to not crack the **** up. "I did not know the circus was in town."

Corentine saunters into the area which she was summonsed to by Trahir. She read the note left for her by Velveteen, but was hunting and could not respond back accordingly. Cori was dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt, covered by the remnants of many a Paladin. Her shirt was sliced in various spots, all due to the injuries sustained in said fights. She was not dressed for a meeting, but came as time was short. Cori eyed Trahir dressed like, uh... well, not like himself. Maybe the Monopoly man was who he was shooting for, who knows. Velveteen and Micah were also present in the room. She thought this odd, but took a deep breath and proceeded. “Hello Velveteen and Micah... Trahir.”

Micah was studiously trying to ignore her. He was pretty sure she was continuing to wear those damn glasses just as a way to torment him. If she wanted to wear a pair of glasses he had a nice pair of shades he'd be willing to give up. They'd suit her needs well, or so he thought. He thought about presenting the idea to her but the door opened admitting their...guests. And he just...stared. "Nice....flower. And good evening."

Trahir Trahison bows to Micah and Velveteen as his seeking gaze alights on them. "Elders," he says before straightening. "I was visiting a man about a house. The event he chose was a white tie event. I really am trying to be less formal. I do wear leather normally." He frowns. Yeah, true, when you walk in looking like a skinny Penguin from a Batman movie minus the monocle there's no defense that makes you look less of a self-righteous prig. "Thank you..." he says to Micah regarding the flower. "I feel slightly overdressed."

Velveteen chuckled and shook her head finding any words right now rather difficult thugh the smile and warmth in her tone was easily mustered when Corentine entered. "Hey Cori... Glad you both could make it. Trahir you are not slightly overdressed. You are ridiculously overdressed for... anything going on in this century." The woman smirked and and motioned for the pair to sit.

Corentine smiles at Velveteen, giving her a subtle wink. She then walks over to Trahir and interlaces her arms with his, not caring how dirty she gets him. “Trahir, nice walking stick. Can you leave it at the door and use my arm instead?” With that, she leads him over to the couch. Cori sits down and pats the space next to her... “Sit down, fine sir.” She cannot help but laugh.

Micah shook his head. "Ain't no damn elder." It was on the tip of his tongue to say he wasn't being pleasant about the flower, but more on the sarcastic side. Apparently the art of sarcasm was becoming lost or maybe he was simply losing his touch. No matter. Vel got him and that was the only person who really counted.

Trahir Trahison sits as Corentine suggested and looks to both Micah and Velveteen. He removes his top hat and sets it next to him, placing the cane next to his. His hair falls down from under the hat covering his face when he does and he pushes it back as he sits up. His hand finds Corentine’s without a glance and he squeezes it lightly. He says nothing, waiting for one of the two older vampires to begin since he has no idea what the meeting is about,.Perhaps conspicuous by it's absence is a reply to Micah's statement about not being an elder...

Velveteen smirks at the husband. "You are so old." She wrinkles her nose and turns her attention on the pair sitting opposite her. The topic was one she had discussed with others at different times for different reasons and while she wasn't one to get too involved in the personal lives of others, she had no qualms in coming forward when she felt a mistake was being made. She watched the pair silently for a long moment before deciding to speak. "I know this unexpected but there is something we feel needs to be discussed. You have been asking about the Eternal Bonding ... a lot. I want to know where your heads are at on this."

Corentine looked at Trahir, smiled... then looked back at Velveteen. "I am not sure why this needs to be discussed, in this type of setting. I actually am not real sure why it needs to be a topic, at all." Cori was never one to skirt around things, blunt was always best. Being she was new to this life and to the politics of vampires, Cori just went with her gut reaction to the question.

Micah raised an eyebrow. "Tying your eternity to someone that you barely know, when neither are barely strong enough to defend themselves - you think thats all well and good? Have you even considered the ramifications of the ritual? The repercussions you'll face if it doesn't work out?"

Corentine smiles again. "I have considered everything, yes. I am not one to go into things lightly... I am not reactionary nor am I one to take unnecessary risks."

Trahir Trahison arches a brow at Corentine's response, the fingers on one hand drumming against his leg even as the other hand cradles hers in a delicate embrace. When Micah speaks he turns his head to face him and... is interrupted as he opens his mouth to speak.

Micah "Really. Less than six months into this life and you're willing to bind to someone on a whim. Because I don't think you really have thought about it or considered all the pros or cons."
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Re: Unholy Confessions (Andras Interactions)

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Velveteen watches Trahir for a moment before responding Corentine. "How can you have considered everything when there is still so much you haven't learned. You both are so very... young in this life. Would another couple of months really hurt when you are talking about an eternity?"

Trahir Trahison sits quietly for the moment, he does however make a gesture with his free hand to Corentine, motioning for her to speak on his behalf. She doesn't of course know his thoughts on the matter but he is interested to find out what they may or may not be.

Corentine looks at Trahir, sensing she broke some rule of order. “Let me clarify, for you both. Set aside the fact that I am new to this life, I certainly have lived another. Which brings me experience and knowledge about a vast many things. When you have found something, or when something has found you, matters not…and you get the sense, NO, actually you know that this other being completes you, makes you whole, well you want nothing more than to be with this being. They are what you have been missing, like that puzzle piece that was lost under the couch for years and you just found it. It completes the proverbial puzzle. As far as my age and the knowledge acquired to date… I am not naïve enough to think I do not have loads to learn. What is better than learning with the one that completes you? Nothing…” With that, Cori squeezes Trahir’s hands a tad bit tighter.

Micah had plenty to say to that rather ridiculous statement but chose to remain quiet, but he was quite certain that his wife would be able to take his quietness for what it was.

Trahir Trahison sits quietly for a long moment listening to what the others have to say. When he speaks it is not the usual direct response he gives Corentine or Velveteen, nor the casual dismissal he gives others. It is a softly spoken verse from ages past. "A boy was stung by a nettle. He ran home and told his Mother, saying, 'Although it hurts me very much, I only touched it gently.' 'That was just why it stung you,' said his Mother. 'The next time you touch a nettle, grasp it boldly, and it will be soft as silk to your hand, and not in the least hurt you.'." He looks to the two elder vampires a moment and continues. "I am aware that what I wish to do could cause me harm, could end badly. I don't believe it will. I believe that I know enough of my own heart to have the confidence that I will cherish this woman with all of it and I trust in my own judgement enough to believe she will do the same." He risks a quick glance to Corentine and then back to the others. "Whatever you do, do with all your might.That is what I intend. Right or wrong."

Velveteen she tilted her head thoughtfully and pulled one knee up to loop her fingers about it. "I get what you are saying. I do and know one knows better about what you speak of then we do." She smiled at Micah, hearing his silence loud and clear. "So let me ask you this....if you are so sure of your bond and how well you each complete the other then what is the hurry? What will a couple of months change? As we all know..you both are still learning. Your senses are heightened beyond belief. Until you are more aware of yourselves how can you be certain of what you feel and that it is right?" Her voice was soft as she spoke and her eyes remained steady as they moved between both Corentine and Trahir.

Trahir Trahison listens to Velveteen's words. He says nothing, already knowing what his response is. He's unconcerned about time frame as far as it goes. The more time before the wedding, the more time to perfect the mechanics of it. The more time to make a guest list, acquire a better venue for the ceremony, perfect the vows, plan the entire thing really. He has taken immortality into account prior to laying eyes on his grand-childe and future bride to be. He looks over to Corentine awaiting her viewpoint.

Corentine “Answer me these, if you will. What will a few months do? I am curious why you have a concern? Like I said before… When you feel incomplete in the others absence, it is just right.” Cori begins to analyze, as she always does. What is the motivation of these two vampires? Her posture becomes more rigid and all those pesky little defense mechanisms start to swarm about…

Micah waved a hand. "You sound like all the others I bound. Soooo sure that they'd met their One and they were absolutely sure. Guess what happened to them?" He pinned her with a glare. If she wanted to be defensive and shoot an attitude at him she sure as hell was going to get it right back. "One was my own daughter. She's currently trying to get over the heartache of a broken bond. Another? Lost her husband to the shadow realm two weeks after binding. And now she's a ******* nutjob. How's that for repercussions darlin?"

Trahir Trahison watches Micah closely as he speaks. he knows there is a measure of concern for repercussions that could or could not stem from Corentine and him bonding. If Trahir is being taken seriously for membership in Tytonidae then it would be a good thing not to have him a raving lunatic, or in the shadow realm, or... well, fucked up in any way shape or form. That without even bringing to bear the simple truth that Trahir and Corentine are both Andras. Having either or them harmed would be bad for the family. He understands this. He doesn't know how to express it without sounding like Shakespeare and it seems his formal vernacular causes him more problems than it solves. He considers how to word what he is wanting to convey, translates it into common parlance and states "They aren't us." It sounds so cliche, cheap and just... so much like a cop out to his own ears, but it's true.

Velveteen "No they aren't. But a couple more months would give you that much more time to learn yourselves and each other. To be certain in what it is you know. If it is true then you have nothing to lose. You know...." She pauses a moment and chews at her lower lip thoughtfully. "I have seen other feel just have you described Cori though for other reasons. In some cases where a bond between sire and childe is so strong that the childe feels lost and incomplete when separated the sire. This is not love. Can you be certain that this is not what your feelings are? Transferred from the one who sired you to Trahir ? And if you are...how can you be so certain? Not to take away from your life experiences as they are but you are different now...in so many ways."
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Re: Unholy Confessions (Andras Interactions)

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Corentine couldn’t help but smile. She had gone up against mob bosses in court, killers and politicians… she knew how to stand her ground. “Honestly, I feel sad for them. I wonder about their motivations… why they bonded with another. To make such a decision without a pure mind, will result in destruction. Let me enlighten you a bit… Trahir, he annoys me. He is opposite from me in more than one sense… but I cannot see myself with anyone other than him, yes… for eternity. I want to take this journey with him, to grow and develop as a single unit. At times, I know him better than I do myself and vice versa. For me, time is relative…for it is as if I have known him my entire life… both as a human and vampire. Also, failure is not an option for me… never was and never will be. I am sorry that those you bonded failed, it is not an option at all for me... failure.” Cori gazed right at Micah, the look was respectful, but also sent the same message he was trying to send to her. “Velveteen, the bond between a sire and childe is something different. Currently, I have no bond with my sire… the only feeling I have for him is pity. I have contacted him to form some kind of bond, if that is even feasible. What I have for Trahir is something deeper…it comes from within. Is it merely that we have some kind of connection due to blood, doubtful. The bond would still be there if I broke that blood bond, it will always be there.”

Velveteen "How do you know it is different Corentine? What do you know about about that bond or those who are afflicted by such a need? How many of them have you met? In fact how many other vampires have you met in total? What grounds are you basing this knowledge on?"

Corentine “Why would I use anyone else as an example? They are not us, as Trahir said. I do not need to meet anyone to know how I feel for this man. Opinions of others are just that, opinions. If we all sat around waiting for a green light on all our decisions, from the masses…there would be a lot of sitting around. I am grateful for your concern… but this is something that I have thought deeply on. It is not on a whim, it is something that must occur to complete me. Not just me, but I know that Trahir feels whole with me as well… without one another, we are not as we should be.” Cori remains rigid, she does not care about the others... ones she has heard ramblings on. This is not something that she takes lightly... not in the least.

Micah shrugged. "If you won't listen, and if you want to sit there and get all pissed off because we don't think now is the right time for you to enter into something so serious then so be it. But when it comes time for you to do it? Don't come to me. I refuse to do it. Not if you're going to rush it."

Velveteen "How long have you known each other?" Looks from one to the other, not really caring who answers.

Trahir Trahison glances at Corentine and gives the date. "April 18th. I watched her die. About the 23rd I made contact."

Velveteen nods and counts in her head. "So about seven weeks....give or take a week. Would you have done this before being turned? Go from meeting to marriage in such a short time? Hell for all that why don't you just get married? Live as vampiric husband and wife for a little while before taking on the bond? That could be an option? Couldn't it?"

Corentine cannot help but roll her eyes. “Pissed, you surely are mistaken. Neither of you know of our relationship, you see what we allow you to see and nothing more. As far as time, like I said it is relative. My curiosity is why even have this meeting? We surely gave no time on any bonding ceremony... I have asked questions, that is all. So I find it quite odd, that this comes up now out of the proverbial blue. To answer your question, Velveteen...yes. If we met prior to my death and I felt as I do now...yes, I would have wanted as I do now."

Trahir Trahison dismisses the entire thing with a casual wave of his hand "We will wait for the ritual bonding until it can be done with grace in the eyes of our family and be performed by the head of such. I would like to request a separate wedding ceremony prior to that, one at a closer date to make our vows to each other and give an appropriate time frame to ensure those vows can be upheld on both ends."

Micah sneered. "If you want to show your claws kitten I'll show you mine. Trust me, they're bigger." He'd had enough of her attitude, and her disrespect and it showed.

Trahir Trahison rises, with a bow to both Micah and Velveteen, placing himself between Micah and Cori almost by accident. "We respect the views of those who have walked this path before us and appreciate the time you have both spent giving us things to think of. We are confident that we are making the right choice and also are happy to take whatever steps our elders have found appropriate." He looks back to Corentine. "Social decorum is important to us," he says returning his gaze to Micah and Velveteen.

Velveteen opened her mouth to speak but snapped it shut as Trahir waved his hand, her eyes panning across to her husband as he spoke. It could only go downhill from here if left to to do so. "It is coming up now in the wake of your questioning. Would you have preferred that we waited until you announced a date and started planning? Somehow I think it would be met with more contempt than it is now. The truth of the matter is you are big kids and well able to make your own decisions. We can't stop you. But we would remiss if we did not at least share our knowledge and concerns." She didn't make a move and remained seated, her eyes following Trahir.

Corentine simply smiles at Trahir. "I am grateful for your knowledge, Velveteen and your concern. This meeting was not expected, neither was the barrage of questions. We are in no rush to bond... that does not mean we will wait until another gives us the green flag. I refer back to the question that Helena asked me the night we met, about obedience. Drones, ones without their own mind and opinions,...I am not that, at all. What I am, is in love with that monopoly man, right there." Cori looks over to Micah... "I sense that you may misconstrue my words. I meant no disrespect, none at all. But, when put up against the wall in regards to Trahir and I, I may not be as political as I should be. Call it a flaw." She smiles at Micah and then turns to Trahir.
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Re: Unholy Confessions (Andras Interactions)

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

Micah "If we didn't give a ****, we wouldn't be here. We arent telling you that you can't bond. If that's what you want to do then feel free to do so. All we're asking is that you wait, just a little bit, before entering into it. Because it's not something to take lightly. Be sure. Learn. And once you are absolutely positive, I'd be happy to bind you."

‹Trahir Trahison› “That would be best. I was going to request that when the time arrived. I hadn't yet spoken to Corentine about vows which I had written or my choice on a best man.”

Velveteen smirked. "No rush but you have written vows and such?" She shook her head and lowered her leg, smoothing her palm over the leather clad thigh. "Yep....that was all. It's not even about waiting for a green light or permission."

Corentine "I knew nothing about vows."

Trahir Trahison shrugs. "One may consider a hundred moves in a chess move, only one is taken. You never want to be the player waiting until the move before checkmate to have a plan."

Corentine "Trahir and I have only spoken a few times on the topic of bonding. I had asked some questions regarding it and have thought much about it. Thing is, I feel a bit blindsided with all of this."

Velveteen "This is not a game of chess....it is your wedding." Shook her head and grinned crookedly.

Trahir Trahison tilts his head to the side. He doesn't say anything. He just looks slightly puzzled.

Corentine laughs. She wants to lighten the mood a bit. "I use to love the game Twister, chess always bored me. It was too slow of a game." Cori looks at Trahir and smiles...

Velveteen "I always liked chess to be honest." She cast a silvery glance towards her husband.

Micah “I can't play chess.”

Trahir Trahison reaches down and picks up his top hat, dusting it off as he glances to Corentine. "I'll have to teach you how to play soon." He snatches his cane from where it rests leaned against the couch. He glances to Micah as he hears the other man's words. "I'd be happy to show you as well."

Velveteen took the opportunity to stand and dug her hands into the pockets of her pants. "But..just so we are clear and no one leaves with any hard feelings. Just don't rush it, that is all we are asking." She shrugged then and moved closer to where Micah was seated.

Corentine looks at Trahir... "I know how to play, Trahir...I just never liked the slowness of it."

Trahir Trahison has his hands full of hat and cane or his fingers would be frantically drumming. "Yes, sometimes slow is best mi amor. In twister it's fine for everything to be tangled up with everything else. Sometimes though a more logical and calculated approach to things is best."

Corentine rolls her eyes.

Trahir Trahison's grip tightens on the cane so hard the glove on that hand rips. He gives Corentine a smile so sweet sugar would be jealous...

Corentine turns to Velveteen, who is now next to Micah. "There will be no rushing..well, the only rush that will be happening is for me to get Trahir back home and burn that damn top hat he has been wearing. " Freakin’ top hat,,, who wears that ****, she thought.

Micah And burn that flower too.

Velveteen chuckles and slips into Micah's lap, her arm curling about his shoulders. "The cane is kinda cool though."

Trahir Trahison arches a brow. The flower was well thought out for it's purpose damn it. It had kept people away and along with no small amount of subtle threatening had made his message to the realtor clear. "It was a warning to a mortal. It served it's purpose though I don't believe it deserves the honor of a cremation." He looks at his sire and grins. "I made the cane. The wood took two weeks to import..."

Corentine "The stick is off putting... it reminds me of an old person."

Trahir Trahison lashes out lightning quick, the silver tip of the cane seeking a spot on the back of Corentine's hand.

Velveteen chuckled and shook her head. 'You are such a ******* weirdo, Trahir. Its a good thing I like weirdos. And thank you Corentine. After having had this talk at least we wont have to worry about that."

Micah “Just how threatening is a rhododendron?”

Velveteen gave Micah the strangest look. 'How do you even know what sort of flower it is. I didnt know that."

Corentine moves her hand just a bit to avoid the cane. "Like I said...old people."

Micah My mama had those bushes in her yard. I used to have to crawl in them and rake the **** out from under them

Trahir Trahison eyes Corentine askew. "The rhododendron blossom when worn as an adornment denotes "warning". It's a way to tell others to back off. You are not wishing to adhere to social niceties. In the 1600's and forward some people pinned it on their charges to show that they were not up to the task of politicking. It came into favor around 1750 when the king of France wore it right before having three of his advisors executed after a dinner that included pheasant and roast suckling pig."

Micah stared. "You... I don't think anyone would be intimidated by a girly flower. That was like, hundreds of years ago...."

Trahir Trahison nods. "I'm an old soul."

Velveteen shook her head and grinned to herself. "Anyway guys we have surely taken up enough of your time and I have some things I need to annoy my husband about. Thanks again for coming so quickly."

Micah I do like being annoyed

Corentine laughs. "Trahir and his little speeches about random things... so enlightening, isn't he." Cori walks over to Trahir, kisses him on the cheek and grabs his free hand. "Time for us to go my King." She knew he would like that..being a chess reference and all. " Thank you Velveteen and Micah for your time and guidance."

Trahir Trahison gives another bows to the two elder vampires. "Adieu to you both. May the shadows protect all your endeavors this night and all others to come. Corentine and I will wed in a more mundane fashion until such a time when the family feels that a more concrete bond is fitting. Thank you again both for your wisdom my sire, Micah."

Corentine "Goodnight to you both."

Velveteen "Night guys! Stay safe."

Trahir Trahison takes Cori's arm in his hand and backs up three steps, his grip iron, unyielding as he maneuvers her. He gives another slight bow and then turns, heading for the door at a brisk pace. If Cori doesn't follow suit he drags her.

Corentine allows Trahir to guide her out.
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Re: Unholy Confessions (Andras Interactions)

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

* Every sat on the top floor, her dark brown hair falling over her shoulders as she tinkered with a trap carefully and kept her eyes on the chemicals involved, not wanting them to spill on her. She'd been home for a brief break from traveling, her plane leaving later on in the morning that would take her back to southern California.

* Mayhem wandered in, glancing around. Dante was still out doing Jayd's work that comprised of actually socializing with associates, workers, and customers. But he did spot Eve. Thus the boy went over, letting his computer back carefully fall off his shoulder, snagging the strap just before it hit to gently set it down. He then wrapped the woman in a great, big, hug. So much so as to snag her up from what she was doing. He gave her one of his goofy little, half grins.

* Every twisted her screwdriver once with her wrist, completing the toxic gas trap and eyeing the device in determination of the quality before a squeak fell past her lips as she recognized the scent just before she was picked up. "Hey! What did I tell you about squishing?!" She asked, but a small smile played across her lips as she looked up at her little brother figure.

* Mayhem listened silently for awhile before his grin evened out from that half one to quirk up on both sides. "No squishing? Aye aye, Mon Capitan. How about this." He proceeded to lift her up higher, over his head instead of squishing her into the bear hug. Despite his lanky frame, he was still a man, so this much was easy with how women barely weighed a thing.

* Every eyed the grin, not trusting him before a glimpse of surprise crossed her features as she was lifted up. "Jayden Andras, if you do not put me down, I will hurt you." She threatened. Although heights weren't her favorite thing, she wasn't afraid. However, she was against being dropped. "Because we both know even from this angle, I can." The brunette crinkled her nose.

* Mayhem chuckled a bit before putting her down and pressing an affectionate kiss against her forehead. "Sorry, sorry. I know. You could whoop me. I don't know many people who can't whoop me." He stuffed his hands into his jean pockets and glanced down at her.

* Every lightly punched him in the ribs, minding her strength before she lifted her lips back into a small smile. "It's alright, just keep in mind sudden height differences can startle." She was always more relaxed around the boy, often reminded of her younger brother. "How have you been?"

* Mayhem tilted his head in thought to the right answer. Though he meant to give a more resolute answer it still came out an unsure question, "Uhmmm. Hummm. I've been okay?" Even the way he looked down at the ground instead of directly at her was like a subconscious show. Though he did put up a small, sweet smile reserved for those he was truly comfortable with, "How've you been? I've been missin' ya lots."

* Every folded her arms in front of her chest as she looked up at him, "In other words, you've been busy and avoiding everyone?" A frown played across her lips, her usual expression falling into place as she considered reasons why. She made a mental note to ask Dante later on as her hazel eyes lifted to his features once more, "I've been okay. Traveling. Sometimes my phone doesn't get reception, so I usually just check my emails?"

* Mayhem twitched a bit, "A busy business man does not avoid people. They are simply too busy for much socialization." He crossed his arms, acting all haughty, but his smile stuck to his face. "I've socialized though. I met this chick Dhara. She... Seems to know about us... About everything... Even so I'm not exactly gonna shout out, 'hey, I'm a vampire, it's great that you accept us.' Yanno?" He then nodded and grinned, "Should I write you emails everyday?" He toyed.


* Every narrowed her eyes a bit in thought at the mention of someone knowing about them, "Jayd... be careful. You don't want to end up at the end of a Paladin or Sorcerer's blade." She pulled her hair into a low ponytail, sweeping it over her shoulders before she moved to a couch and dropped down on it. "Honestly, you should probably act as if she's lost her mind if she's hinting about vampires."

* Mayhem nodded, "I'm aware. I'm ... ... I use to think...." He clenched his hands into fists, inside his pockets, "I use to think I was fairly good at calculating everything, but lately I've been pretty unsure about that. But I'm being cautious." He brought one hand out to rub, furiously at the back of his neck in one of his little tell-tales of agitations and anxieties.

* Every pointed to the seat beside her and tucked one leg underneath herself, "You're still thinking about Nevaeh attacking your ***, I guess?" Leaning back lightly in the chair, she briefly wondered if Vel meant she was part of the furniture because of how she got comfortable easily and pushed it off. "Cautious is fine after what you dealt with, Jayden. Everyone has their way of coping."

* Mayhem pursed his lips and moved to sit beside her in the offered seat. He brought his other hand free to begin scratching at his arms furiously. Another of his little agitation and anxiety tell-tales he still couldn't quite control -then again, he never even realized when he was doing them. "I can assemble advanced robotics, run three businesses, among other things... But I couldn't even see signs because I was too pre-distracted by illogical emotional attachments. If I were a better friend, I wouldn't have babied all that time, I would have thought of serious help before she had gotten to such a stage.." Without even realizing it, his nails were breaking the skin, leaving deep gashes, "She said.. At that time... It was all my fault that she was that way... And she was right... Because I'm not as smart as I think I am. I'm not sure if I can trust my own judgment anymore.. But I don't want to close off. I want to expand my world more and more so that it won't collapse at the tiniest of beatings."

* Every frowned and then reached over to collect the boys hands as she saw the gashes, setting his palms on his thigh before she tugged her bag closer. Leaning down to collect a roll of gauze, she straightened back up and began to wrap his arms up absentmindedly. "Jayden, you can't help someone that didn't even realize what was going on. You also can't help someone that didn't want to be helped. Yes, there are signs of emotional breaks, of psychotic breaks, but it isn't on you and if she even remotely tries to blame it on you again, I'll break her face in." She didn't look up at him as she spoke, focusing on her task as it was a topic that bordered something that traced on skeletons. "Sometimes psychotic breaks aren't even noticed until afterwards, and you are smart, Jayd. Very smart. You shouldn't doubt yourself. Judgment is a tricky thing."

* Mayhem blinked, only noticing what he had been doing when she made him stop. So instead, he idly tapped his fingers on his thighs and tapped his foot, while still holding still enough to not mess up her gauzing up his arms. He shut his eyes and listened to her, chuckling a bit -though it was a humourless sound- when he heard her say the threat of breaking a face. He nodded lightly, "I... Am.. I know I am... I keep telling myself I am. An idiot couldn't make the things I make... I'm just a little more emotionally inclined than I'd like to believe. Particularly when women are involved." He gave her a soft smile, "Sheesh, it's all the fault of women. Even the strong ones, something about the lot of you puts down my defenses because you all have something inside you that men lack that makes you all so lovely and distracting."

* Every reached into her jeans pocket, fishing around for some of the safety pins she kept on her along with paper clips - it didn't hurt to be prepared. Feeling a few strands of hair fall against her cheek as she moved to pin the gauze down, she pressed her lips together softly. "I don't think it's something that women have, as I'm sure there's men that have you lower your guard, too." She said in reference to Piers and Damian, "but maybe it's also something inside you. Were you close to your mother, growing up? Taught to respect and care for women?"

* Mayhem made a half/half motion with his hand before sitting it back onto his lap, "I was a complete Mama's Boy up until when she passed when I was five." He shook his head though, "And as for men I lower my guard to, hell no. I'm friends with some guys, and I can stand guys like Damian, I guess, and I can even be sociable with other guys I don't know, but I don't feel even an ounce of the 'I should treat this person delicately' that I feel toward women when it comes to men. They can go die. Except dad, since he counts as a parent."

* Every nodded lightly, biting her bottom lip as she considered it. "I lost my dad when I was nine. I was a daddy's girl." It was something she rarely admitted, "Got along best with my oldest brother after that." Continuing to listen to him, a smirk crossed her lips softly, "Jayden, you bought drugs off of my boyfriend's childe before he was turned because he confused you for his client. For all you know, he could have been a cop." She gave a soft shake of her head, "That's lowering your guard." She snickered, scratching at her cheek softly with her nails. "Well, then maybe it's just instinct to protect women. We used to be the softer sex." A roll of her eyes showed her thoughts on that matter.
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