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[Keara Aithne]

The female slipped her grip in a moment of wiliness she could have better put to use before she tried to lighten Keara’s pockets (unlike some of the thieves she had encountered around the city) however having slipped her grasp, this one then stayed to answer her question and had even offered weak apology.

“Since changed you did your speech mid-sentence, assume I do that perhaps less than honest your reply has been,” she was still trying to work out why this female seemed familiar. It certainly wasn’t her name, though the way she ran her hand through her hair reminded her of Enver, as he had a tendency to do a similar thing when nervous. Was this woman nervous, she wondered? “My name Keara Aithne is, since asked you did.”

Keara froze for a moment as she received the message from Jonah. Not being the sort to carry a mobile, she was more often than not connected to the internet, or more accurately Skype and so as the message came through shook her head softly. ‘Tell him please that I where he left me am. Moved as yet I have not for distracted I have been.’

With the message sent she focused back on the woman before her, she hadn’t fully taken in her appearance yet, not that the orange jump suit would have set any bells ringing for her, she just assumed it was some sort of new fashion she was yet to become aware of. It was perhaps the brightness of the outfit that stopped her from seeing what she should in the woman’s aura but even though she couldn’t see that clearly, her scent was becoming more difficult to ignore. She wasn’t sure how other’s recognised those of their own kind but for her it was a mixture of a lot of different elements and if she knew the scent or aura of a particular bloodline well enough or if she appraised them, she was usually pretty quick at picking up on their lineage. With this one however, her lineage was more easily recognisable and when it struck her why her scent was familiar, she simply looked the female over once more. ‘So this is Enver’s creation,’ she thought to herself, using Enver’s words in place of her own.

[Lorde]

Lorde found herself squinting at the woman with a curious stare. Her speech was so perplexing. When the elder spoke Lorde tried to understand. She shifted on the spot, and turned her ice cold stare to a nearby turning where shots fired, and a screeching noise emitted. She shook her head. The woman had no weapons on her, those trinkets of hers were taken away from her when she was locked up in jail. The only weapon she had against the creatures in this "training" area was her fists, which should never be underestimated. She had taken down a mooncalf once before with just her fists, ripped the bone from its flesh. The smirk appeared on her features at the remembrance of that prideful moment.

Keara's words caught her off balance.

She had been less than honest.

Yes, she had been for her own safety.

thump , thump , thump , thump

If Lorde had a heart, it would be doing kart wheels and flips right now, as to what to say to the woman, she'd been caught out in a lie, and she knew it. Lorde kept her features blank and simply shrugged. "If I had been lying, it would be for good reason to keep my name.... out of prying ears." Lorde let her ice blue eyes skim the area for anyone who could look suspicious, or an undercover cop -- something to back up her story in front of this woman. The woman introduced herself then, and a genuine smile graced her lips.

Keara Aithne.

Keara....

Aithne....

She'd heard that name before, she'd read it somewhere before. Then it clicked.

"Your Enver's fiancé!" She exclaimed.

[Enver Marshall II]

"You sure? Damn place shifts all the time. Didn't realize there were so many faults and quakes in Canada." He grumbled, trying to still play off his lack of control in the power he used occasionally, but rarely used it successfully. "Anyways. I've got to find Keara. I'm looking for-" Enver paused as he caught himself.

Jonah was pretty easy to talk to, but there was a hint of hesitation on telling the guy too much. Melody (what Enver knew her as from the get go), was important to him. And due to Jonah's recent affiliations, revealing too much about Melody, his business, or private affairs was something Enver kept guarded around the Killer. He saw how that group reacted when they didn't get what they wanted, when they wanted and Melody wasn't expendable in his mind. She wasn't some god damn bargaining chip to be used against him. She was his first creation and the only one worth a damn in his opinion. Darian had been alright, until he lost his ****, to put it frank. Enver hadn't heard from him in months and was sure he was dead. "Something. We were looking for something." Enver corrected his words as he was pushed through the doorway of the catacombs with the assistance of Jonah.

[Jonah]

Jonah nodded as they moved further south, not catching the pause when he started to explain whatever it was they were looking for. Keara was and always had been secretive and it was not surprising that he was given nothing more than that something was being looked for. What was apparent was Enver's flusteredness. Unsure of the sources, he tried to joke back, "Only fault line is under Wickbridge Bank, we're not close to there."

Worried about the allurist, he did not read the text from Keara until they were well in to the southern section. Keeping his hand on the man's back, he fished the phone out of his pocket. "She said she's where you left her? Where were y'all at in here?"

[Keara Aithne]

“Fiancée?” she paused and thought about it for a moment as that label was no long correct and she wasn’t sure how Enver’s childe couldn’t know that they were past that stage already. “Oh…well…” she began to explain. “Perhaps that true would have been…few weeks ago. Now more correct it would be for to say that I his wife am. Married under the full moon we were.” At this point she would have pointed to her ring only they hadn’t actually picked them up yet and so she was still only wearing her engagement ring on her right hand.

She was waiting to hear something back from Jonah but no reply came, in fact even though practically no time at all had passed, she was already beginning to wonder where they were. Enver could move with such speed and while she could have brought him to her, she thought it probably best to allow the men to find their own way to her in the catacombs; even if they were taking their time.

‘Found something of yours I have,’ she projected into Enver’s mind. ‘Return to me you should.’

[Lorde]

Married.

Well.

Lorde just ended up blinking at the elder in front of her. She didn't know what to say -- had she been to far into her fantasy of lovely woman, that she had met in the slammer to even know he was engaged, now to know he was married. Well she missed her shot of being the flower girl. She scoffed under her breathe. Barely audible.

"Congratulations I suppose are in order." She said it whilst she shrugged her shoulders. What else could you do -- she didn't even know the woman, she knew her name yeah, but that was it. If Enver had said this to her -- she'd be a lot more pleased for her sire there would be hugging and kissing. "I take it that makes me.. Your step childe?" She laughed this time, quite loudly. "I'm a handful." She told her with a sly smile.

"On that note of Enver, have you seen him? He said he was coming to see me." She looked awkward. "I have some explaining to do, and so does he it seems." She said looking at Keara up and down. Soaking up her features. Well, she was a looker that's for sure.

[Enver Marshall II]

"Where I left her?" Enver asked, as if he didn't understand the question, then snapped his finger. "Right. This way." He nodded his head in the direction he came from after he did a quick spin around to get his surroundings. "Don't know how you killers do this. With the killing and then the running and jumping around. Surprise you all aren't a walking violation." Enver joked, though he was being half serious. As he took a step to the direction Enver indicated, a thought came in his mind. From her. From his wife. "Something of mine?" Enver patted his pockets quick to see if he had accidentally dropped his wallet or phone, even. "Keara's in a hurry it seems." Enver explained as he pulled out his phone and wallet then shrugged. Not sure what he dropped. "Cigarettes?" Nope, they were there too.

Enver took off in the direction he had intended to a few seconds ago, hoping Jonah would follow him. There was no reason he wouldn't, but Enver just trusted her would. He rounded the stone corner to see Keara and a woman with her back to him. It didn't take him long to figure out who it was. He could feel it, like he felt it when he was near River. Or even Darian, when he wasn't being a dick. Melody. "Hey kiddo." Enver said before he was even anywhere near her, knowing she'd hear him. With being a vampire and all. "Came to trade you. Mine for yours." Enver grinned cheekily as a thumb went behind him, still sure Jonah was somewhere behind him as his eyes fixed on his creation.

[Keara Aithne]

"Oh," the step-childe comment caught her off guard. "Spoken of such things we have not. I my childer have. He his."

Keara had a habit of being a little too honest, but then she never thought that it hurt any so rarely bit her tongue. She and Enver had yet to have any conversation on the merging of their families. It has simply never come up and in that moment she began to wonder if perhaps it should have done. Though this clearly wasn't the time and place to consider such things and Lorde had already made the effort to move the conversation on.

"With me he was moments ago. Know I do not whereto he went but sure I am that return he shall. Told him I have, that I something of his have found...With my mind that is. Told him that I did with my mind."

Perhaps it was obvious that she'd of used a power to talk to Enver. Perhaps not. Not wishing to appear a liar, Keara had felt the need to clarify how she'd contacted Enver, as she wasn't entirely sure how this one reacted to lies, or rather what she might perceive to be one. It was just as she’d felt the need to explain herself that Enver arrived and a genuine smile pulled at her lips. Her eyes followed the thumb he held up and she nodded to Jonah as he arrived. She was trying not to reach for her husband in any overly clingy manner, aware of the fact that there were people with them and likely about them elsewhere in the dark corridors, and yet still she couldn’t stop herself from almost immediately moving to his side. She laced her fingers through his, holding tight to his left hand, her left hand moving to hold his bicep.

[Lorde]

Lorde laughed it seemed she had caught the elder off guard, and it made her feel almost prideful that she did such a thing. Oh yes, it always tickled a nerve with her hen she managed to throw someone off guard. She went back to studying the woman, unsure what her sire saw in the woman, it had to be something decent if he chose to be with her. Was she a killer? She liked it when Enver was with Lelantos. She had that in common with her, she understood Lorde. Could this woman understand Lorde to? How she felt and why she saw red at times. Time would tell.

“Well, be sure to let me know, step sire.” Oh yes she was going to have fun with this.

She heard it then, straight after Keara’s comment of being with him moments ago, before she rattled on about speaking to him with her mind. She was a telepath, not a killer like her. Well, that was a bummer. She had to tell Enver that she wanted a killer companion for him. She was a clingy childe. She knew this, she was sure he was too.

‘Kiddo’

She whipped her head around to look at her maker. She resisted the urge to hug the man, instead she crossed her arms over her chest and scowled. “What took you so long.” She said refusing to smile. Her eyes like daggers, before her features softened and she grinned at him. Eyeballing the linking of hands between the couple, she took a look at the big guy too as he walked on the scene nodding her head at the stranger before turning her hues back to Enver.

“How’s things?” She asked.

[Enver Marshall II]

As Enver became part of the scene, he tried to get a feel for the atmosphere around his creation and his wife. It seemed, for the most part that things were going well. Keara was still there, as was Lorde. And Lorde eventually smiled, after a sarcastic comment thrown in his way.

"Some mishap about doors. Had to help Jonah out." So maybe that wasn't completely true, but he sort of did. He helped Jonah find Keara. "That's Jonah." Enver nudged a thumb in the tall man's direction. "He's like you." Enver added, figuring she would know what that meant.

"Going?" Enver echoed after his creation, as his fingers laced with his wife's in a more defined, and perhaps somewhat possessive way. "Oh, you know. Same story around these parts, just a different day of the week. I'll have to catch you up on a few things." Like how the Crow guy had been defeated by the city inhabitants and how he was a fae creature and not a vampire. That'd be first on his list, after making sure his creation was alright. "You? And what's this about jail?" Enver fished out his phone with his free hand and showed her his response that she might have missed about the comment she made in the family area about jail.