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<Jupiter> [Txt] Are you ******* serious? You do this to me without asking. You fuckin' kill me and then tell me I can't ever see my parents again. And then you threaten to kill them? Are you kidding?

<Velveteen> [t] I don't kid about these things. But if you wish to talk I can come to the hotel. Meet me there.

<Jupiter> [Txt] I'm already there.

<Velveteen> She didn't bother replying and instead made her way to the portal that would take her to the underground dwelling that Andras called home somewhere out in the wilderness, far away from the city. She spotted the girl immediately as she descended the stairs. "You were going to call the cops. Would you rather I had killed you?"

<Jupiter> Jupiter was wearing a pair of cut-off denim shorts and a tank-top, Docs on her feet and her hair in a messy pony-tail. The look on her face was vibrant, bright with both anger and anxiety. She didn't hesitate to close the distance between herself and Velveteen. There wasn't much of a difference in their heights. "No! You could'a let me go. And if not, why do you gotta be so fuckin' harsh? They're my family!"

<Velveteen> Her expression remained passive, she had known it would come sooner or later. "You saw too much. I couldn't let you go. And it might sound harsh but ultimately it is for their own safety. There are lots you don't know yet so you can't be blamed for that, and while it might all seem really simple now it won’t stay that one for long. The more time you spend around them the greater risk you run of them learning what you are. The more they know the more danger they are in."

<Jupiter> "The greater risk. A risk. Just a risk. How do y' know they'll actually find out? I could just not ever tell 'em anything. And who the **** cares? I can tell 'em it's a secret. They won't tell no one if they think it'll kill me, or them. So far the only danger to them is YOU. Who else'd kill 'em if you're the only one who knows they know?" she said, talking fast, eyes gleaming with the vehemence of anger; her desperation to be given a little leeway.

<Velveteen> "I may be the only one who knows now. Who knows how long that will stay a secret?" She held the girl’s gaze as she clasped her hands in front of herself. "I am sure before I found you, you had an inkling that something around her wasn't right. You are a local. You'd have heard the whisperings. Noticed the sudden influx of people to the area. The government camping out over near Wickbridge and up by the old cemetery in Cherrydale. They are very interested in secrets. Are you willing to take that gamble and roll the dice on the lives of your family?"

<Jupiter> "Nah but you didn't answer my question! So what? I fake my death. Okay. Sure. That's fucked up. That puts them in a world of grief and me, too, 'cause it'd be like they died too, right? These people I haven't gone a day without talking to my whole fuckin' life. And then one day in the near future I'm just goin' about my business and run into them on the street. What the **** then? Kill them? No fuckin' way," she said, bringing up the obvious. "And it's not just them, y'know? I've lived here my whole life. People know me. People'll see me around. Do I gotta become some recluse that never leaves this hotel?"

<Velveteen> "I never said it was simple. If you don't want to kill them then you will learn to be discreet. Easier to get it over with than prolong the inevitable. That will just make it harder and put you and them at risk. Eventually you will have powers that will help avoid such situations but until then....if you can't be careful, or trusted to do the right thing then yes." Her expression remained passive and gave nothing away as she spoke, it was as if she had been through this a hundred times, sometimes it felt like she had.

<Jupiter> Jupiter was silent for a few long seconds, her hands clenching and unclenching at her sides. Like she refused to be cowed; she already knew she wasn't going to listen. Sure, she'd keep her distance enough from her parents but this whole faking death thing? She wasn't going to let that one happen easily. "Do you even give a ****? Or are you just a cold hearted *****?" she asked. She at least could not be trusted not to say what was on her mind. "And to answer your other question - yes. I'd take that gamble 'cause I trust them not to say a fuckin' word. No one's gonna know they got secrets if they don't tell no one."

<Velveteen> She tilted her head and eyed the woman curiously for a silent moment. "You'd gamble with their lives for your own selfish reasons. You think you'd know if someone were following you? What if someone else learned what you are and traced you back to them? We have many enemies. Not just the human government departments but there are hunters as well. Zealots who seek to cleanse the earth of us and...our kind. But go ahead. You seem to know everything." She turned on the spot and made her way to the small electronic cash dispenser on the counter. "I wish you the best of luck and hope things do work out as you would like."

<Jupiter> Jupiter wanted to break down and have a good fuckin' cry, but of course she wouldn't. Not here. Not in front of Velveteen. She was too angry at the woman to show any kind of weakness. "Selfish reasons? I got a cousin who died in a car accident last year. I saw the way it wrecked my Uncle and Aunt. My Uncle lost his job and got into the drink and my Aunt had to pick up the slack and they're still not right. Yeah I don't wanna not talk to them anymore, but I'm thinking about them, too! Or are you just trying to twist my words and make me feel guilty? You didn't answer my question," she said, narrowing a glare at her sire.

<Velveteen> Velveteen took a moment to count out a wad of bills she had collected in her pocket and stuffed them in the drawer after punching an amount into the small screen. Once her business was done she redirected her attention back to her childe. "Again. I never said it would be easy. If faking your death isn't option then cause a huge fight, which results in you leaving the country and never speaking to them again. Would that be better?" She pushed the drawer shut, her business complete. "And what question was that?"

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<Jupiter> Jupiter ground her teeth together, her fingers now permanently screwed into fists. She didn't want to leave the country. She didn't want to pretend to leave the country. Now, her thoughts were selfish. She didn't know anyone else, really. She only really knew Velveteen and even then, she didn't know much. She didn't comment on the other statements; she just asked her question again, so Velveteen couldn't deflect. "Do you even give a ****, or are you just cold hearted?"

<Velveteen> Velveteen strode the short distance between the pair and pulled up short just in front of Jupiter. "If I didn't give a **** I wouldn't be telling you any of this because you would be dead and your family would be in mourning as we speak. If I didn't give a **** you wouldn't be here. You'd be out there on your own learning to sink or swim on your own. If I didn't give a ****, I wouldn’t have bothered responding to your text. Now...perhaps you and have different ideas about what giving **** actually means. But I will tell this much. I can be your best friend or your worst nightmare. I have sent those I have turned to realm where they have proved to be a risk. I will do what I have to protect those I care about. Whether you want to be one of those people is completely up to you."

<Jupiter> Jupiter didn't break eye contact. She took all that Velveteen said and stored it away, somewhere in the back of her mind. But one woman who'd shared her blood couldn't replace a lifetime of parenting. Not right away. "Fine," she said, finally. A vague, non-definitive 'fine'. "But can I have some time to think about it? Because you WANT to kill me, of a sort, and my family WILL be in mourning so it's all kinda much of a muchness, isn't it? I'm grateful not to be dead-dead but this is all a bit too fuckin' overwhelming for the second. And tell your husband to stop being so eager to kill me 'cause it's creepy. Okay?"

<Velveteen> For the first time during their whole conversation a flicker of something could be seen in the dark haired woman's eyes. "I know it is a lot to take in. There is still much you need to learn. Promise me you will limit your visits, be busier than usual and make more calls instead of visits....maybe take a pretend trip out of the country for a little bit. That could buy you some time. Keep your head down, stay off the radar and ....I will deal with my husband. Can you do that?"

<Jupiter> Jupiter pressed her lips together, tight. She nodded, short and curt. "I'm reckless and spontaneous. I'll tell 'em I got a new boyfriend or somethin'. They'll buy that," she said. A new rich boyfriend who wanted to take her for a surprise trip out of the country. Someone who convinced her she could do something better with her life, to explain the lack of job. They'd find out, sooner or later, that she had quit her job at the gun range. It broke her heart to think about Pluto. She'd been such a ***** to him when he was a kid, growing up. It's like she'd only just started making up for lost time with him, and now this? "I'll give it my best shot."

<Velveteen> For the first time Velveteen smiled. She had turned many only to watch them break and fall into an eternal slumber or just vanish completely. Others she had to send to the realm herself. It was not something she enjoyed, just something that she had just become accustomed to. "The reality is Jupiter that your family, your friends are going to get older with every year that passes. Eventually they will grow old and die. You are not going to do either of things. And trust me....they less they know about what you are now the better and safer it is for them. But if you can do those things then we can prolong the inevitable, for a little while at least."

<Jupiter> She chewed on the inside of her lip, before crossing her arms over her chest. "I know. But I figure my parents are my parents and they'll die before the rest and the inevitable can wait a while, can't it? And I was serious about Pluto. It is selfish. Incredibly selfish but if my only option to keep him is to make him one of us then is that a possibility? I mean I'm fuckin' angry with you but at the same time I can see the perks. There's things I'll miss but some things are gonna be fuckin' awesome. And the guy's mostly nocturnal anyway..." she said, before going back to chewing her cheek and looking at Velveteen hopefully.

<Velveteen> She nodded though her expression told of her displeasure regarding the other matter. "A little while, Jupiter. Too long and you just put them and us at more risk. As for your brother....yes it is possible. But it is something else for you to think about. The turning process isn't difficult but you would need to decide on the hows and whos that are involved. Also....if you plan on telling him about you, about us....don’t do so until you are certain that turning him is what is going to happen. Telling him anything before you decide is too risky. Understood?"

<Jupiter> Poor Pluto, Jupiter thought. The kid had no idea what was coming for him, but the answer that Velveteen gave was tantamount to a 'yes' in Jupiter's mind. She just grinned as she nodded, before she tried to scale back that grin into something a little more grim and serious. "Yessir!" she said, before clearing her throat and nodding again. "I mean, yes. Understood. He's just lately become the reason to my reckless, y'know?" she said. Just the smallest of explanations. But she felt like she needed him. It would make everything so much easier, if she just had Pluto with her. "Thank you."

<Velveteen> Velveteen allowed herself another small smile as she returned the nod. "I want to help you and be here for you. But we need to help each other. Give a little you get a little back. Pay attention and follow the rules you are more likely to actually make it. Plus....it’s easier to trust someone who proves themselves to be trustworthy. Just be careful. Brother or no, he has probably heard the stories and such too. You don't want him figuring it out and making things more...difficult for you. I have to get going but I am only a phone call away if you need me."

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Marjani: She clutched the tome to her body as large, wet tears spilled down her face. Her return was unexpected. Mari had no idea if she would ever see anyone again, most of all Nishaa. Most people would probably be angry. Angry that no one knew she was gone. But she wasn’t. While her and Nishaa were together, the two didn’t always come home. And Mari was understanding of the reasons why Nishaa didn’t always come back to the hotel room. She had obligations, and dating, was still something they were both getting used to. And Mari didn’t always come back either. She wafted between the human world and the vampire world, still taking part in the one she couldn’t leave behind quite yet, for a surplus of reasons.

She mouthed the incantation that was written on the tome, which brought her from her apartment, to the Andras home. She honestly had no choice. She couldn’t stay in her apartment. Not with the way she looked. And if anyone knew just what the ever loving **** was wrong with her, it would be Micah. As much as Mari was scared of the male (for no real reason, as pretty much all the Andras males), she couldn’t dismiss his knowledge base for all things vampire.

Usually, there were a lot of people when she tomed in, but the night was early, or so the watch said on her wrist. ON HER VERY WHITE WRIST. No, Mari wasn’t racist or had anything against white people (except maybe how horrible a lot of them danced), but she sure as **** wasn’t white either. When she came back, she came back broken. Something was wrong. Very wrong and she wanted it fixed now. Especially before Nishaa saw her.

The woman looked to her right, where Nishaa’s hotel room was and then headed to the left. Did Micah even have a room in the family home? If he did, she didn’t know which one was his. So she knocked frantically on every door she could, only staying at each door for maybe two seconds before moving on. Because she believed time was of the essence. That the longer she was like this, the most screwed she was, and the less likely she was to go back to her form.

As she moved from room door to room door, an unconscious hand moved to scratch an itch. It wasn’t even thought of by her, and was completely involuntary; she just did it. And when she did it, Mari stopped dead in her tracks and yelled out, “Holy ****!” The woman looked down and then reeled backwards. “Aww, hell no!” The woman stomped her large foot (that was dressed in some weird ***, leather loafer) and then crossed her arms. She felt a lot of things, most of all confusion, but not least of all, defeated. How had she not realized how VERY different she was when she got back? Oh, that’s right. She got back, only noticed she was white because she dug in a dresser drawer for her tome and then tomed to the family home as soon as she could.

The woman slumped down on the carpeted floor, once again in tears, as she wrapped both her arms around her legs. Her, or rather, his, bony ***, white, chicken legs.

<Micah> Banging pulled him out of a deep sleep that he had desperately needed. Micah never slept well without his wife at his side and since Satine had been turned he’d gone too many nights without it. His wife had been furious, not necessarily with him, but still furious enough that they hadn’t been around each other too much. Him because her mood swings were giving him whiplash and her because she was struggling to come to terms with what he’d done. Things had finally been settled to a point that they were both satisfied and he’d been in the middle of having the best sleep he’d had in ages. Until that damn banging. He listened for a few minutes, eyes barely open but he didn’t hear it again so he allowed himself to drift back to sleep. But it didn’t last.

Crying. That was what woke him the second time and as he lay there hoping it was a dream, he knew that it wasn’t. That **** was real. Some ******* female was outside the door sobbing. Micah didn’t do tears. They made him uncomfortable and he usually was quick to make an exit if a female started to cry around him. The only one he could tolerate crying was Vel. Good thing she didn’t do it all that often. Speaking of Vel….he turned his head to see if she’d been awakened by the banging or the crying but she hadn’t been. His wife was still blissfully unaware and he wanted to keep her that way. He was tempted to yell and tell whoever it was to shut the **** up, but he didn’t. Instead he threw the covers off and crawled out of bed.

“Don’t know who the ****’s out there but I swear to **** I’m going to kill you.” He was in a foul mood. First he’d been forced awake and now he had to wear pants. In a way he pitied the sorry ****** who was going to come face to face with his temper. Grabbing the first pair of jeans he could get his hands on he shoved his feet into them and jerked the denim up his legs. Once they were buttoned he went for the gun that was like an extension of his hand. It wasn’t that he was expecting to find anything out of the ordinary but he was a paranoid ********. Better safe than sorry after all.

Micah got the shock of his life when he pulled the door open. He had totally expected to find a sobbing female but what greeted him was anything BUT a female. It was a male. An unfamiliar, strange male had somehow managed to get into the depths of the hotel without setting off his security. A million scenarios spun through his mind at how it had happened. Didn’t matter that the sorry ****** was sitting there sobbing like a heartbroken female. All Micah could see was a stranger who had infiltrated Pandemonium. His hand was steady as he brought the gun up to take aim, firing off a shot that was purposely off the mark to lodge in the wall right beside the stranger’s head. “Who the **** are you and how the **** did you get here?”


Marjani: She was so relieved when Micah came out of one of the room. Though she was still crying, Mari moved to stand up. No, she almost jumped right up out of her spot and lunged at the man for a hug. Which, she didn’t know how that would exactly play out, but she was beyond ecstatic that she had found him. That he was here. Until, he took a shot at her head, which barely missed her. A hand went to her left ear and rubbed at it, feeling a slight knick at the top of it from how close he got with his shot.

Who was she? How did she get in here? Mari cleared her throat to talk. Or, his. “It’s me!” Mari said as she took a step away from Micah and his very loaded gun. “I-I-I used the tome.” She continued to explain to the male that was her ‘great-grandsire.’ “Please don’t shoot me! I don’t want to go back to that dark place.” Mari covered both his ears, drowning out the sounds of screams and confusion she heard in the shadow realm. “It was so loud.” Mari mumbled, then shook her head. “It’s me, Mari. Don’t let Nishaa see me.” The male whispered as the hands from his ears were removed. Her eyes focused on the blood that came from her earlobe as she tried to think of how she could make him believe it was her, because there was no way on god’s green earth she would believe her. Not when she looked like this!

Mari didn’t know if Micah could comprehend sign language, so she wasn’t even going to try and sign him a sentence because it wouldn’t make a lick of sense if he didn’t know how to interpret what she was saying. Two hands went to her hips, one on each side as Mari huffed a little. “It’s really me, G-unit.” It was a nickname she gave him, without his permission, that she never really got permission to use, but used anyways. Her next statement was long and drawn out as she came to terms with the realization herself. “And I have a penis.” Mari, or whoever this guy was, hunched over slightly and started crying again.

<Micah> His eyes widened almost comically as she lunged for him and he had the urge to sidestep her but it hadn’t mattered. She...he damnit, scrambled back away from him. The killer’s hand never wavered only this time it was aimed at her...HIS damnit, head. Micah picked up on bits and pieces of what this...stranger was trying to tell him. Tome, Mari, dark place and Nishaa. His mind raced as he tried to put the pieces together and when he finally did the gun slipped from his useless fingers as he stared at...his great-grandchilde. And if he needed any further proof she called him G-unit. No one called him that but Mari, and he’d never LET anyone but her use it either.

Micah wanted to laugh. He really did. This entire situation was completely bizarre but seeing Mari so upset at being a man suddenly he couldn’t. He’d never gotten to know Nishaa’s childe very well as he’d always gotten the impression that she wasn’t all the comfortable around him. Of course he never pushed the issue. He knew full well how he came across to people and sometimes it took time for people to warm up to him. If Mari wanted to get to know him she would but it would be on her own terms, and he respected that. Now though...for her to come find him he had to wonder what she thought he could do to help her.

“I don’t want to see it. So just….keep it in your pants.” Micah gave a vague wave. Please let her just keep that **** to herself. He didn’t need more proof. “I have to admit I’m a little confused here. When did you die?” He’d never heard of a mystic just changing bodies without dying. When Reanna died she’d returned from the fade still a female but in an entirely different form. And he had a vague recollection of one of those Dragomir twins coming back as a female so it was possible. But the question remained - what had happened to Mari?

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Marjani: She huffed and threw her arms in the air. “I don’t want to see it either. I don’t even want it.” Mari groaned and then looked around. As if expecting Nishaa to come around and see her. Him. “I don’t know. What day is it?” She hadn’t bothered to look for anything other than her tome the second she got back and found out she wasn’t her typical self. At first she thought she was some white ***** that had no sense of style, but this was one thousand times worse.

Mari circled back to the question he asked. Did it matter when she died? She supposed not. How might better fill in the story. “She told me about it. What it was like.” Mari shifted the weight on her-no, his feet and rubbed at her, ugh, his arm as she pressed forward. “Sometimes it was so quiet and then it was so loud.” Mari closed her eyes to drown out the shouts she heard while she was in the shadow realm. “I don’t always come here. I still have my apartment in the city. I have to keep it. Iz, my mom, she hired him a while ago. After Nishaa sired me and I disappeared. She’s over protective.” Mari sighed softly and shook her head. That was a whole ‘nother story saved for another time. “I went back there. Like I do a couple times a week. He was so angry. He was looking for Nishaa, he said. Said that cu-well, she killed him..” Mari didn’t finish saying what he called her sire, because Nishaa would never be that in her eyes. She stopped rubbing at the arm and looked past Micah, at the door behind him. “I didn’t tell him where she might be. I didn’t tell him anything. I would never betray her like that. He was ******* psycho.”

Her attention returned to Micah. “I’ve never seen a vampire act like that before. I tried to-but he was stronger and faster and just plain, bat **** crazy. Is she okay?” Suddenly it occurred to Mari that he was still out there and he more than likely still wanted Nishaa. “Don’t let her see me like this. How do I get rid of it?” It, was obviously the biggest thing that upset her at the moment, even more than the fact that she had died.

<Micah> “It’s Wednesday.” Well at least he didn’t have to worry about her flashing him her extra added bits. Him damnit not her. Micah didn’t think he’d ever get used to Mari being a man. How was he supposed to? The best thing for him to do in this situation, was to just go along with whatever Mari wanted. If she wanted to continue to be referred to as she, then he would respect that. There was no point in making an already difficult situation worse.

As Mari spoke he remained silent hoping that he’d be able to discover what had happened to her. The last he had known the woman had planned to go to Africa for a visit but what had happened on her visit, he didn’t know. He thought that she had returned alive and well but now….well she was a man. Something had happened to her in that short time frame to make her inhabit another body. And he wasn’t getting many details from what she was saying to him but it sounded like she’d been accosted in her apartment by a vampire looking for Nish. A vampire that Nish had killed? Micah went through several hunts in his mind and was having a hard time coming up with one that might come back to bite Nishaa in the ***. He’d come back to that bit later.

“She’s fine Mari. I promise, she’s alive and well. The last time I saw her she was kicking back in the Eyrie. In fact….” He patted down his pockets, relieved to discover his phone was still in his pocket. He sent a quick text off to Bunny who he knew for a fact was somewhere in the tree. The thrall rarely left most nights, opting to stay inside in case she was needed for any task. The return text came almost at once, telling him that yes Nishaa was there sleeping on one of the couches. “Bunny looked. She’s alive.” The phone was returned to his pocket. “You know you can’t keep this from her forever right? Eventually she’s going to start to wonder and come looking. The sooner she finds out the better.”

Marjani: She took a long, deep breath in and exhaled it. Relief washed over her face as Micah confirmed Nishaa was fine. But the relief was washed away as soon as he started talking again. “No. Nope. Nu-uh.” She shook her head and crossed her arms at her chest, her left hip protruding outwards in Mari’s typical attitude-esq fashion. “Look at me!” She pulled at the button down shirt she was wearing that seemed a little too big. “First, white boy ain’t got no damn style. Who the **** wears loafers? And, really big problem. Are we forgetting about that?” Mari pointed to his down below bits, eyes still on Micah. “Look, I have to get back to me. White boy needs to go back to whatever he does. So, where’s my body at? Where am I?”

Maybe Nishaa might have told Mari what happens to mystics when they die the night she was sired, but Nish shoved a lot of info down her throat in a short time and Mari’s attention span on anything other than dance, TiVo and Nish wasn’t always there. “If we find me, then we don’t have to tell her anything. Please help me.” Mari dropped the arms at her chest and began scratching at the forearm on the left side. “Please?” She bounced a little as she asked him one last time. “I mean, what the **** am I supposed to do with a penis?” It was a rhetorical question, but one she asked anyways, the disdain evident in her voice. Mari wanted nothing to do with being a male and she fully believed, incorrectly, that Micah could help fix, her very big problem.

<Micah> He couldn’t help it. He cracked the **** up. Mari in a man’s body was just...entertaining. “I’m sure plenty of men wear...loafers.” How he managed to get the out through his laughter would remain a mystery. “In fact I’m sure that many find them to be quite….stylish.” Eventually he managed to get his amusement under control. After all, this was a serious situation and him laughing at her...HIS damnit, antics wasn’t helping anything. Schooling his face into a serious expression (as serious as he could manage with Mari being a man) he wondered how he was supposed to deliver the news that she was stuck as a man until she died again.

“You’re right here Mari. As much as it sucks, you’re kind of stuck in this form. I confess I know little about mystics but I’m pretty sure that in order to take on a new form you have to die. You can’t just walk up to someone on the street and be all HEY GIMME YOUR BODY and expect to be able to take it over. Least I don’t think so?” Micah shrugged his shoulders wishing that he had the answers that she so desperately sought.

That last question though, had him laughing all over again. “I’m pretty sure that I don’t need to draw you a diagram. You know what it’s used for. You don’t have to use it so just...ignore it for now?” **** if he didn’t wish Nish was here. Maybe she’d be able to reassure Mari that it was going to be fine. And even though Mari didn’t want to see her sire Micah was sorely tempted to contact her. After all, she had a right to know didn’t she?

Marjani: Mari looked at the loafers when Micah said they were stylish. Then her eyes traveled to her great-grandsire’s feet before Mari lifted one leg at a time and pulled them off. “Here. You wear them then.” Mari walked forwards and gifted them to Micah. Whoever this guy was obviously didn’t care about his appearance and never, ever, ever, got laid. Ever. To her, loafers screamed two things. The guy was too lazy to get some tennis shoes and use three extra seconds in his day to tie them, or he was poor as ****, but was trying to look nice by wearing loafers. No woman fell for that ****.

The shoes were forgotten about when Micah broke the news to her. She was stuck like this. In this dude’s body. Who the **** was he anyways? Wallet. Yep. Men wore those things. Hands went to the front pockets and then the back until she pulled out a brown, worn leather wallet and she flipped it open. There was a decent stack of small cash in the main part that she skipped past as she looked for his driver’s license. “Theordore Keats? Awww, hell noooooooo, G-Unit.” Mari huffed as she looked at Micah. “I’m not gonna be this dude, right here.” Mari pointed to the driver’s license, as if Micah didn’t know what Theodore Keats looked like. As if he wasn’t standing in front of him right now.

“There’s really no other way?” Mari sighed as she looked down at the driver’s license and studied who she looked like right now. Crazy *** white dude that looked like he did acid. Ewww. Nishaa was never, ever going to look at her the same way again. She didn’t even want to look at the driver’s license. So she turned it over before she started talking again.

“I don’t want to have to go back to that place, either.” Mari hated it. Everything about it. There was no control in the place. It was either quiet or loud. Someone or something bothering her and following her. And walking. Mari was fit enough, sure, but looking for a way out and never finding one until well over a week later was daunting.

“Nishaa’s going to hate me.” And there was the truth behind it all. Mari and Nishaa had come a long way since she was sired and had finally admitted what the other meant to each other and now? Nishaa didn’t dig dudes. She might have had that one slip up, but she was quite happy with Mari. Or was happy with Mari. “Do we really have to tell her?” Mari bent the license between the finger’s of Theodore Keats’ fingers as she thought about how she was going to have to tell her sire, and her girlfriend, that she was now a he.

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<Nishaa> It was just like any other Wednesday night. Not a lot happened. Firstly she’d go down into the caverns and kill a few workers pick up a few shiney rocks. She collected them. Often liked to drop them on Marjani because she liked them. Nishaa liked to dote on her woman. Yes, she said. HER woman. She was still getting used to the term, but she liked it more and more. Possesive too, not that that she was proud of it or anything. Though. Each night she crawled back to the hotel to be with Mari, only to find her not there. Today would be the seventh day of not seeing her. It aggravated her. Not seeing her chocolate delight.

She had text the woman, and no reply. Called her - no reply. She could have summoned her but the woman had been tapped of magical energy lately. She had been blood healing people as of late.

In her hands she had a bag of gun parts ready to dump onto Velveteen. The woman liked to make guns and Nishaa liked to watch sometimes - just like how she liked to watch Micah ritual sometimes. It was funny to look at. She wanted to learn rituals too, but it seemed too hard. She knew she’d lose her patience and end up losing a leg or an arm to the demi-*******-fae. Toming to the Eyrie was easy it was the trek to the damn fadeportal that was always a mission. She had to walk across the small bridge that connected the huts together and then make her way to Grandpa’s hut and slip off to the side and through the portal she went. Which dropped her just left of the main area.

A smile stretched on her lips as she pushed her raven hair into a ponytail as she walked into the main area. It was fairly quiet no one around besides the chatter of two voices. Micah and… a guy? She had never seen him before. She looked the man over and raised an eyebrow.

“Hey Gramps. I got gun parts for grandma.” She turned to the male. “Sup’ welcome to Andras and ****.” She turned her eyes back to Micah. “Have you seen Mari tonight? It’s been almost a week and no contact. I’m getting worried.”

<Micah> He eyed those damn loafers like they were a poisonous snake about to bite him. “Oh hell no you can keep those damn loafers. I don’t want em. Look better on you anyways.” Thankfully the loafers were forgotten when Mari discovered the name of the man who she had taken over. Her reaction had him losing it again. This was just entirely too ******* amusing. He couldn’t remember the last time that he had been so entertained by someone and while her situation was serious, and he felt bad for her, he also couldn’t help but find the humor in the whole thing.

His humor left and he turned somber at her questions. “No, I am pretty sure that they only way you can return to being a female is by dying. And I don’t think you can get your old form back either.” He shrugged almost apologetically. “Like I said Mari I don’t know much about the Mystic path. I don’t know if there is another way for sure and I wish that I could give you the answers that you need. I don’t want you to go back there either, but until you do or find another way you’re...stuck as Theo.” Micah felt bad for her, and felt like a heel for laughing at the situation she found herself in.

Anything else he might have wanted to say was cut off by the appearance of the one person Mari didn’t want to see. Nishaa. ****. His eyes went wide and he gave Mari a look that said she had no choice but to tell Nishaa now. It wasn’t his place, but he did feel that Nish needed to know. “Nish….” A brief nod as he tore his gaze away from Mari turned Theo. “Actually I just saw Mari not too long ago. She’s not far.” There was more he could have said to her, but instead his gaze honed in on the male standing there. Tell her. She needs to know, and if you don’t I’m going to have to. I’m sorry Mari, but you can’t hide from her forever. Those words were pressed gently into Mari’s mind. Invasive yes but necessary.

Marjani: : When Nishaa showed up, Mari’s eyes lit up. The woman wanted so badly to go over and hug the woman and tell her she was alright and that she had missed her. But when Nishaa asked about her, Mari frowned. It wasn’t Nishaa’s fault she didn’t know her own childe was standing next to her, but she had hoped...was it silly to think someone would just know when the other person was around, no matter what they looked like? “Hey.” Mari said to Nishaa after the dark haired beauty stopped talking and looked at Micah expectantly.

Daggers shot in Micah’s direction when his words entered her mind. She had hoped to have more than a few hours to try and figure this crazy mix-up, out. “Uhm.” Mari started talking, not sure how to tell Nishaa the bad news. “She’s….aaaaround. Soooort offff.” A sigh came from the male’s lips after Mari started talking. Slowly. Still thinking. “In spirit. Or something like that.” Mari wasn’t big on religion, but she did believe in the afterlife. Or she did. After this last week, her views might have changed a little. That didn’t really matter right now though.

“It’s me...” Marjani mumbled as she dipped Theodore’s head. “Iiiii’m Mari.” Marjani looked up at Nishaa, then looked up at Micah. Hands went to Theodore’s hips as she looked at him in a look that said, ‘happy now?’ “On the inside.” She added quietly before returning her eyes to Nishaa.

<Nishaa> Micah had seen Marjani recently that was a good sign. A sigh of relief left the woman's lips as she nodded her head slowly, dark hair fell over one side of the woman's face. Waiting for the man to tell her where he had seen her, or where she had run off to. That woman was always on the move Nishaa felt slow compared to her wild little childe, and girlfriend.

The man in front of Micah piped up, saying hi more or less. A man of very few words. Though her dark orbs stared at the man for more than necessary amount of allotted time when it came to meeting new people in her opinion, she didn't know why the man looked at her so oddly. She bit her tongue. She wouldn't bully the new fledgling just yet. She was cruel, yes but not that cruel. She simply dragged her orbs back to Micah waiting on that location of her childe. Onyx hues looked back to the male as he too mentioned she had been around. "You've met Mari?" A sort of possessiveness filled her. She didn't like to share and to know this male had been close to her. Nishaa didn't handle it well. Her fists curled into balls and then unfurled as she tried those breathing techniques she had found on Google. Not that she needed to breathe, anyhow.

In. Spirit. **** the techniques. The Necromancer was quick to act her hands wrapped around this males throat and pushed him against the wall, she glared at him. "Where the hell is my childe? In spirit. Is not an answer. Is she ******* dead?" Anger swelled inside the pit of her belly. The next few words knocked her off balance. "What do you mean, it's you? You're a man. You are a liar. Where is Marjani." A sort of realisation came into play then, the cogs in her mind began to tick as she remembered Marjani was a mystic, if she died then she could come back as a different person - or sex for that matter. Nishaa let go. "Explain." Was the only word that left her mouth after that.


Marjani: “Yes-well, no. Not exa-” Mari started off, trying to explain that she was Marjani, but she was cut off by Nishaa and her actions. Mari knew Nishaa could be tough and even deadly, but she had not been these things towards her since the night she had been sired. Not since they grew closer than sire and childe. Arms flailed frantically, trying to push Nishaa off her, but Nishaa was a lot stronger than Mari was. Than Mari ever would be. “I’m not lying.” Mari snapped after Nishaa let go of her, hands on hips again. “Like I was telling G-unit,” Mari turned to face Micah with a ‘hmph.’ “Some guy is looking for you. He wants to kill you.” She looked at Nishaa, eyes on the woman. “He said he was going to ‘kill that-cu-well, you.” The male slumped forward a little, frustrated that they had to tell the story again. “But I wouldn’t tell him where you might be and he got so mad,” Mari started spilling out the story at an excessive speed. “He was angry, and strong. Like he was hyped up on something. Rambling on about violations. All he talked about. He said that if he-if he killed me that you would come and he could give you back what you deserved... I did burn him. His wrists-but I don’t think, it probably don’t matter anymore.” Mari crossed her arms and put her left hip out a little bit. “And then I was in that dark place. And it was quiet. Then loud. Screaming and moaning and crying. I kept walking around, trying to get out. And now I look like this crazy cracker.” Mari frumped as her arms dropped to her sides. “G-unit says I have to die again to look different. But I don’t want to go back there. It was ******* awful.” She looked at Nishaa. “But it is me.” Mari whimpered in Nishaa’s direction.

<Nishaa> Words spilled from this males mouth and she let it sink in. She didn't say anything for a time. Minutes passed by and nothing could be heard besides the crackle of a nearby flame from the forge. Dimly lit. Onyx hues looked to Micah for some kind of confirmation that this was in fact Marjani. He nodded his head, reading Nishaa's curious, yet confused glance which then made her turn back to the male who proclaimed to be Marjani, her childre and girlfriend -- now boyfriend it seemed, she didn't know what to say at first. Her mouth opened but no words left her mouth. She didn't want to seem rude. She knew she could come across as abrash and harsh it was a thing she did.

"You died." She said slowly. "Protecting me?" Her lips that were sitting in a straight quirked up into a small smile as she took a step forward and hugged the male, Marjani keeping the woman close to her for a second. It was odd. She never hugged a man before -- this would take some getting used to that's for sure. "So he wants to kill me?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Not the first time someone has wanted to kill me and failed. I'm sorry you were in the firing line. You should have tomed home."

Her eyes turned Micah. Taking a step back from Marjani she went and stood closer to him. "Can we organise a hunt. Find this man. Kill him? Please." Nishaa rarely asked her grand sire for anything. The man was like a father to her. He had looked out for her since day one. Nishaa cared a lot for the man, and his opinion on things. "He killed my childe, your grandchilde." She waited. Stood there, looking at Micah with pleading eyes.

--The following was a live chat roleplay--

<Micah> He was more than a little uncomfortable as he stood there listening to Mari’s explanation. It felt like he was intruding on an incredibly private matter and he was tempted to slip out unnoticed and let the two of them work their **** out in private. He hoped that they could, that it wouldn’t matter to Nish if Mari was a man now. She was still Mari underneath it all wasn’t she? To him she was, and once Nish got over the initial shock she’d see that too. He knew Nish. She was a lot like him in so many ways and a good majority of the time their ideas and trains of thought mirrored the other. He didn’t call her Mini Micah for nothing after all.

His gaze locked with Nishaa’s and he inclined his head ever so slightly. No way in hell was someone going to get away with killing one of his blood and not expect there to be consequences. It didn’t matter how she had been killed, or why. The reasons didn’t matter. There would be bloodshed. And it wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him, or even Nishaa. But it would be a start, and that would have to be enough for the time being. MiThe security alerted him to an intruder and the same time that an explosion rocked the foundations of the hotel. Someone had gotten in and set off the first set of traps. “****.”

Of course there had to be some stupid idiot out there that thought it wise to break into a private domain. Micah didn’t even have time to put on a shirt, or a pair of shoes. His gun was in his hand and he was striding towards the stairs. There was no time to call anyone. Vel was dead asleep and there would be no waking her. Thankfully he had backup. Another explosion rocked the hotel and he turned to Mari and Nishaa. “Hope you’re ready cause we got a fight on our hands.” Whoever it was, they weren’t giving up easily.

Marjani: Nishaa hugged her, or him, rather and Mari couldn’t help but smile and even reach out for Nishaa. Arms wrapped around the woman, but when Mari noticed that it wasn’t her arms, that it was HIS arms around HER girlfriend, Mari couldn’t help but feel a little awkward, so the hug was short lived. She didn’t know how any of this worked and wanted to ask. Did HE know the things she did? What happened to Theodore? Mari opened her mouth to ask, when she was cut off by a couple different things going on at once. Something loud was heard and the foundation to the hotel was rocked, Micah swore (which wasn’t really ever a good thing in her mind), and another explosion.

FIGHT?! He wanted her to fight? Was Micah serious? Mari didn’t know the first thing about fighting. She didn’t even know how to shoot a gun or stab things really. “Uhm-I don’t have anything to fight with.” Mari said as there was some other sound coming from upstairs. “I mean-I didn’t really think,” They might have thought that Mari had an issue with fighting or defending what was hers or her family’s, but that wasn’t the case. Mari just didn’t know how to fight. She would probably be more of a hinderance than a help. She looked at Nishaa, who was everything to her. For Nishaa, Mari would do anything and everything for her. Nishaa was her reason for living, her reason for trying to be a better everything; vampire, girlfriend and everything in between. So, if she had to fight, then Mari would fight and hoped it turned out for the best. Nishaa was worth it. Mari looked back at Micah, her eyes narrowed and hard as Mari reared her personality through Theodore’s body. “Alright. So, what do I gotta do, G-Unit?” A hand went to her hip as she waited to be told what to do, all her reservations about being useless, vanishing.

<Nishaa> She took note of Micah's incline of his head and found herself grinning maliciously. There would be bloodshed, revenge for her childe. Her girl-now boyfriend. Damn, that was going to be weird to tell everyone. "Awesome. I'll go grab my -" She was interrupted by the sound of a rather loud explosion it shook the foundations of the building as she found herself growling. Who in the hell would be stupid enough to even try and break into an Andras building. That's ******* suicide right there.

Her sniper rifle was always strapped to her back. It was always within arms reach and she wasted no time grabbing it and loading it with the ammo it required. She nodded her head at Micah. Signalling that she was ready to kick some ***, Mari mentioned that she didn't think she good and from a holster attached to her thigh she gave her a handgun. It was small but powerful. "Use that one, you know how to fire a gun." She smiled at the woman, and looked to Micah. Ready to follow him and his instructions.

There was nothing quite like family bonding, and bloodshed.

<Micah> He got the impression that Mari wasn’t all that comfortable with a weapon. It wasn’t a big deal; some people weren’t and there was absolutely nothing wrong with that. And given her current state of mind, she might not be the best one to take into an unknown situation. He had to think fast. The longer he waited to make a decision the further into the hotel the intruder, or intruders would get. He didn’t have the luxury of time right then. “Just...both of you stay put. I’ll go and see what we’re dealing with. Depending on how bad, one of y’all will have to wake Vel and the others. They could be needed.” He checked his weapon and summoned the shadows, allowing them to wrap around his body to conceal himself.

Trusting Nishaa and Mari to stay where they were he slipped past them and moved through the corridor. It was a good thing he was doing this on his own for now. Having to guide those two through the dark, through passages that they didn’t know was a waste of time. Being on his own though he was able to make it through rather quickly.

Up ahead he heard the low murmur of voices. So there was more than one. Awesome. Just what they needed. But how many were there? He had to step carefully now as the traps he had placed were intact for the next stretch of corridor. At least they hadn’t managed to get through them all. He carefully avoided the majority of them and stopped a few feet in front of the intruders. There were 5 left. Out of how many he didn’t know, but he was close enough now that he could easily hear what they were saying. One said Nishaa quite distinctly, then started going on about the ***** in the apartment. Micah narrowed his eyes. He wanted to kill that one himself but it was more Nishaa’s place than his. Reaching out to his grandchilde with his mind he spoke directly to her. If she minded the mental intrusion she could slap him for it later. There are five. The one is your guy I think. I heard your name, and Im pretty sure the ***** he is referring to is Mari. Go south till you hit the wall. Head left and follow the corridor until you find the stairs. It’s twisty so use the wall to guide you. And hurry, or Im gonna have all the fun without you.”

--The following was a live chat roleplay--

Marjani: Stay put. That was something Mari could do. Quite well. When she was just shy of a teenager in Africa, Mari, her younger brother and her mother had to stay in one small space for many nights. Cramped, forced to huddle together from a lack of space, even when the days were sweltering hot. Hidden in a trap door in the cold earth underneath a bed made from straw, tree and leaves while they slept on top the other in awkward positions. Mari could still remember the scent of sweat during the daytime, the covered cough her brother and mother tried to muffle with their hands at night and how thirsty and hungry they had all been. When people asked her if she missed Africa when she was first relocated to Canada, those were the things she thought of first. The woman missed nothing about Africa. The constant fear she felt from others, the constant fear that resided in her, and the feel of death that loomed over an entire city, what was there to miss?

Mari’s back pressed to the wall as she looked down at the gun Nishaa gave her. “Just point and pull, right?” Mari’s eyes darted over to Nishaa as she asked that, the woman rotating the gun between both hands. Mari had been a righty, but was Theodore? Did it matter?

<Nishaa> Micah had moved on ahead to scout and so she was left alone with Mari. Her girlfriend stuck in a man's body. She found herself admiring the muscled arms and toned lines as she canted her head to the side, dark hair falling onto her lopsided shoulder as she absorbed everything in. She'd have to kiss this man. Nothing had changed now except she had a dick. It wasn't that bad, was it? She thought about it. Looking down at his crotch. "What's it like, having one of those?" She said, breaking the ice that was silence between the two.

The silence was broken and she found herself laughing only to have Micah's voice fill her head. Onyx hues turned to the wall, assuming that was where the voice was coming from. Instructions, the man was telling her where to go and to lead Mari. She nodded her head and grabbed the hand that belong to Mari's male body and smiled. "We got some hunting to do! And yes, point and pull the trigger it'll work out." Guiding Mari through the instructions she had been given. She stuck close to the wall and only realised how twisty this place was, she hadn't taken the time to explore the hotel as of yet but it was interesting that's for sure.

After a couple of moments they both appeared at Micah's side. The rifle at Nishaa's side. It was like an extension, she knew how the gun worked and the gun knew how she worked. She gave Mari's hand a squeeze and let go gripped the gun with both hands this time. "Just say the word" she said, referring to the voices she could hear off in the distance.

<Micah> Another explosion shook the walls. These bastards were costing him time and money and he was going to take it out of their hides. Except the one that kept muttering about interfering bitches. He was either referring to Mari or Nishaa. Didn’t matter which, that one was going to become Nishaa’s personal bullseye. The rest of them though, they were all his. Didn’t matter if they managed to get a few hits of their own in on him. It had been ages since Micah had a challenge and he would welcome one right about now. He would see what these stupid fuckers had to offer.

He gave the pair a brief glance when they appeared at his side. Nish was ready to go but Mari...she, no he damnit, didn’t look all that comfortable. “You can stay here Mari. Just stay out of sight but if one slips past just point and pull the trigger.” Micah was trying to sound positive but he was sure he failed. “Or scream. We’ll hear you, I hope.” Way to be encouraging Micah. But it was the best that he could offer her. “Let’s go Nishaa.”

He stepped forward into the intruders line of sight. They hadn’t noticed him yet which worked in his favor for the time being. They didn’t look to be too much of a threat but looks could be deceiving after all. Oh well. Time to get the show on the road. Micah raised his weapon, took aim and fired off a round that connected with the head of one of the intruders. A nice start, if he did say so himself.

Marjani: What was it like to have a dick? Mari looked down and then shrugged. She didn’t know. She hadn’t done anything with it yet. “I don’t know.” Mari jumped up and down a little, as if trying to wiggle it, but nothing was really happening down there. She unbuckled the belt she was wearing, pulled the pants from her body and looked down. Oh, right. Underwear. “You can tell me later?” She said as Mari rebuckled the pants up and looked at Nishaa. What was running through Nishaa’s head at that statement was probably different from how Mari intended it to be. Well, at some point they would have to, right? Might as well get the pink elephant out of the room sooner than later.

She didn’t get an answer because Nishaa was back on focusing on the issue at hand. The guys that wanted Nishaa dead and the one that had killed her. Micah was seen the second the two appeared and he was doing what he did best. Giving out orders, focusing on what needed to be done and Mari was just standing there looking stupid. Really, she was sure she was. While she was naturally (or unnaturally) protective of Nishaa, she was sure she couldn’t fight her way out of a wet paper bag any night of the week. Screaming-now she could do that. Could. Dudes didn’t scream, right? No, she was sure they didn’t scream. Mari watched Micah get right into action, and Nish didn’t take any time following his lead as she stood right where G-Unit told her to stand with the gun raised in case anyone tried to come in her direction.

<Nishaa> She heard them speak. They were muttering words, talking amongst themselves and she was grinding her teeth together to stop herself from lurching forward and emptying a clip at each and every one of them, instead she stood extremely still like she would in a Tytonidae hunt and wait for Micah, or Velveteen's go ahead. She was poised, with her gun loosely in her arm, ready to spring. That was when he told her to go. So she followed him, sparing Marjani a look before she vanished - not before she blew her a kiss.

Micah went first, silent but deadly. He raised his gun and fired off a round, hitting the intruder square in the face. Nishaa appeared from behind the man; Micah with a devilish grin on his face. This is what she lived for. The hunt, she aimed her own gun; Hydra and fired off a few bullets, this bullet went for the groin, then another bullet hit him square in the throat and he slumped to the ground, surrounded by a pool of his own blood.

Micah and Nishaa? They weren't a duo to be messed with.


<Micah> As another one fell at Nishaa’s hand Micah gave her a nod and gestured at the single intruder that was using his buddies as cover. Of course he was, that’s what cowards did after all. “That one,” he murmured as he loaded another clip into his gun. “He’s all yours. That’s the one that was talking about Mari.” Probably the one that had killed her too, but he didn’t voice that. Nishaa was a smart girl; she could figure the unspoken out on her own. She deserved this, to take care of the one that had ripped her chosen partner away from her. Had that been Vel, Micah would have burned the city to the ground in his quest for vengeance. No stone would have been left unturned and satisfaction would only come when his need for revenge was fulfilled.

Having given Nishaa her task he took a step forward. As he figured the two frontrunners rushed at him hoping to overpower him. One of them got lucky with their bullets as one lodged deep in Micah’s shoulder. The killer hissed and flung a dagger he extracted from his boot at the one on the right. The dagger hit it’s mark and the male went down dispersing into ash before he hit the floor. That left one more and he was dispatched just as easily as the first one. Now it was up to Nishaa. He moved back to stand with Mari confident that the necromancer had it under control.

--The following was a live chat roleplay--

Marjani: Mari figured she, or, he was best to stay out of the way. Far out of the way. If someone came close to her, she would act, but it seemed that Micah and Nishaa had everything under control, which was fine with her! It was better to do nothing, unless absolutely needed to, rather than to make things worse. A lot worse. And Mari had a knack for that. She didn’t miss the shoulder shot to Micah, in fact, when he came by her, Mari was quick to make sure he was fine. “Are you okay, G-Unit?” Mari moved to look at the wound in his shoulder, not that she had any real knowledge on what to do when someone got hurt. She knew of some remedies her mother had tried and done in Africa, but this wasn’t Africa and they weren’t in the wild. “Do you need some blood? I can bring a human to us.”

Mari knew Nishaa could take care of herself, still, there was a tinge of distress that ran through the woman when she thought of Nishaa being a target and main focal point for the male. She didn’t like someone having Nishaa’s attention for a long period of time, and certainly not like this. Not when he wanted to kill her. “Be careful, baby!” Mari warned Nishaa, because to Mari, he was as dangerous as he was strong. And because she loved Nishaa. She would die again, if Nishaa was killed.

<Nishaa> Dark, emotionless orbs looked to the man that gramps pointed out. She canted her head to the side and growled. Fangs bared in his general direction. This man had killed the woman she had loved. She didn’t care she had come back a man, that wasn’t the point. Whatever issue he had with her, he had taken out on her childe and lover. That was a huge no in her book. She gave her grandsire a glance. “I’m going to blow his ******* brains out.” She found herself saying through gritted teeth as he stepped forward taking on two lackies so to speak, as Nishaa side stepped and made her way towards the male. Her whole profile changed from being clouded by emotions of her lover, and getting revenge. To that of an emotionless *****. She fought better this way. She cast a glance back to her childe, and smiled at her - before her face became empty. Empty of everything. Her gun at her side she lifted it. Her barrel aimed at the man as she began to sprint at him. Firing off rounds - which he avoided easily enough, and she herself avoided his own onslaught of bullets. Her body twisted avoiding every single bullet in a dexterous fashion.

She was close to him now, her leg sweeping out to trip him up as she did so, her gun came up as she embedded a bullet sized hole into his shoulder - his scream was like music to her ears as he himself came back fighting. He kicked Nishaa square in the chest, knocking her backwards before throwing a punch into her jaw and then shot her in the gut. The necromancer spat blood out of her mouth. Flesh wounds. She wiped the blood away with the back of her hand and fought back. A switch had been flipped. Her eyes focused on the male. She fired off a few accurate rounds one to the kneecap - so he staggered, then the next bullet hit him in the gut. She cast rigormortis. Watching him writhe and seize up - a crude smile touching her features before she pulled the trigger again. This one went straight for the heart and then he was nothing much ash on the floor. Nishaa stood there. Staring at where his body used to lay. Transfixed by the pile of ash.

<Micah> Normally he’d snap and snarl if someone tried to ask him if he was alright. Vel did but that was his wife and she’d slap him upside the head if he ever tried to stop her from showing concern. After waking up to find that she was a man Mari didn’t need him snapping and snarling at her just for asking him a simple question. “It’s just a scratch Mari, I’ll be fine in no time.” Already he could feel the bullet start to work its way out of his flesh. It didn’t hurt, more of a dull throb that he could easily forget about. He’d had worse wounds.

A small smile appeared on his face. That was definitely Mari in there. There weren’t many vampires out there that were as concerned and as caring as she was. He hated that it had taken him so long to get to know her, that it had taken an event such as this one to allow her to reach out to him but in a way he was glad for it. Maybe now he wouldn’t be such an intimidating person to her. Waking up as a dude was sure to shift one's perceptions on things, he was sure.

The sound of gunfire ceased to exist and he looked up to see Nish standing over a pile of ashes that were from the Rogue she had just dispatched. Satisfaction flowed through him. Good. Nishaa had her revenge, and Mari didn’t need to fear any longer. His work there was finished, and it was time for him to give the two the privacy that they deserved. He gave Mari a squeeze on the shoulder. “Im going to head back down and crawl into bed with Vel. If you need anything further, come bang on my door.” He cast a look at Nishaa. “I doubt you’ll need me. You’re in good hands.” Another squeeze to Mari’s should had him turning and heading through the pitch black corridor. It had been quite the eventful evening and he was looking forward to curling up beside his wife.

Marjani: With Micah saying he was alright, Mari nodded. She believed him, even if he was injured. Why would he say otherwise? Micah was blunt, and sometimes a little scary, but as far as Mari could tell, he was always, always truthful. Even if his words could be sharp. She valued his honesty; it was a rare quality among people, no matter how they told it. “Thanks again, G-Unit.” When he was gone, Mari looked at Nishaa and smiled at her. “Soooo, I think we’ve got some stuff to figure out.” She laughed a little, but stopped when she heard the masculine tone to the laugh. This would take a lot of getting used to. “If this don’t work for you, I understand.” Mari’s eyes looked dead at Nishaa; eyes that hoped that no matter what she just said, Nishaa wouldn’t be hung up on the fact that she now had a penis. “Maybe we could figure something out together.” Mari’s hopefulness was strongly depicted in those words as she looked at the woman she loved; her everything.

<Nishaa> The Necromancer was transfixed by the pile of ash on the ground, so much that she didn't realize that Micah had left. She spun around only to find there was Marjani-Theodore left. It was just them. She strapped her gun back in it's rightful place on her back and blinked her thick, black eyelashes at her girlfriend. He was speaking about if this not working out, he'd understand. Nishaa shook her head at once. Not at all. Nishaa would make it work. This was her girlfriend, her childe - the woman she loved. She took a step over towards him and cupped his cheek with her pale, bony fingertips and kissed his temple. "We will make it work." She told him. "I'm still a lesbian, let's get that clear." She told him with a laugh. She drew the man into her arms and began to lead him to their room. "I have an idea, roll with it okay?" She whispered words into his ear then. Words that would include 'taking the new penis for a test drive. Nishaa whisked him away then, into the depths of their room.

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

Micah says: "We need to speak Satine, about your choice of companion. I suggest you contact me soon, and leave the babbling moron behind with a banana."

Satine:Satine was pretty sure that Bugsy hated banana’s. The sound of Micah’s voice still was clear as if he just said it. It was never far from her mind and for good reason. If she put it off any longer she would be blatantly avoiding it. ‘We need to talk’ from Micah Andras was more than an invitation. It was a warning of sorts. Either you accept the invitation or you find yourself getting a visit. She kind of had both.

There was all sorts of not so good vibes coming her way lately. The young necromancer knew where it was radiating from. She felt like a first time firewalker putting off the march ahead due to everything she could think of until she finally was left with the final ‘suck it up because it is going to happen.’ The longer he waited the more she would have to explain or hear that roar at loud volumes. With that in mind she headed to where she would find him.

Satine stepped off the elevator and looked around the lobby of the hotel. She didn’t see him at first glance so she decided to climb those stairs she had once before to the spot they had their last talk. She made sure no one else was lingering and settled down to wait. Eventually they would be getting to that talk. Until then she was where he could count on finding her.

<Micah> If there was one thing Micah Andras hated, it was waiting. He had no patience whatsoever on the best of days, and when he said that he wanted something to happen it should damn well happen within an acceptable time frame. Not days, not weeks, and one could forget about months. If he was kept waiting too long then he’d just hunt whoever it was down and beat the **** out of them because that was just how he rolled. Satine was currently in the get your *** beat category. He couldn’t say that he wasn’t looking forward to it, but he had to be careful going about it. He didn’t want that reflected back on Vel.

He wasn’t quite sure how much time had passed since he’d told Satine to leave her boytoy behind and come for a chat. Longer than a week that was for certain, and it left him feeling pretty irritated. Micah liked to think that he could be a reasonable guy. Sometimes. When you didn’t piss him off...ok so maybe he wasn’t all that reasonable. Especially not when it came to someone that the killer didn’t approve of and right then, Satine’s boytoy was his target. Micah hated that dude with a passion and there wasn’t going to be anything that would change his mind about that.

Having been kept waiting for so long Micah decided that if she wasn’t going to come to him then he’d go looking for her. He started at the hotel but she wasn’t there. It didn’t matter, he had time so he took care of a few things before heading off to his next destination. Turned out, he didn’t need to bother as the woman in question made her presence known.

Satine: Satine had been sitting there not terribly long but enough that she had switched positions a couple times. She didn’t want to look too comfortable in case he was in one of those moods that had not improved since the last time she saw him and her sister. that was in Wonderland. The meeting was not one that ended on a friendly note. Shots were fired, insults were exchanged and Chester even made an appearance. The weapon carrying the namesake of her first kill that is. That of course reminded her that she should probably catch up with Vel about things as well at some point if she survived this meeting with her sire.

Just as she went to fold her right leg under her bottom she was aware Micah was not far. Her hair stood up at the back of her neck and quickly she sent her leg back down. Keeping both feet close

to the ground seemed like a good idea in case she needed to use them. The sounds of his feet stepping closer was enough to send her sinking a little deeper into the seat she was in. It had been over a week at least from what she could recall. How mad could the man still be? She was ready to find out.

“You wanted to talk?” Her voice was soft and lacking the typical greeting. She rather get right to it. He was a busy guy and she was pretty sure she was in deep **** now that she got a look at him.

<Micah> She didn’t notice him at first and he certainly didn’t draw any attention to himself either. The corner of the hotel he was currently in allowed him to have the cover of the shadows and he used that to his advantage, following her trek through the hotel with his eyes. It looked to him as if she was expecting someone, him in fact, as she made her way to the upper balcony that wrapped around the interior of the hotel. No one went up there and as far as he knew no one had been up there since his last talk with her.

Several long minutes passed by before he decided that she had been waiting long enough and he began a slow trek through the hotel. She wasn’t going to like what he had to say. He was almost certain of that. The killer felt that Satine was selling herself short, scraping the bottom of the barrel with Creepy and there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was going to keep quiet about it either. What she chose to do afterwards was all on her.

He stopped a few steps away from her. “I did. This would have been a whole lot easier on you had you not kept me waiting for as long as you have. But that ain’t the point now is it?” His head tilted to the side. “The **** are you doing with Creepy Satine?”

Satine: She wasn’t the only one wanting to get to the point of the talk. He was holding no punches and with that she kept her eyes on him. Probably was not what he wanted to hear but what thell. He asked and he deserved an answer. He was one of the reasons that she was sitting there and able to even have a conversation. The other would be his wife of course. It was obvious this dislike for Andrew Krepsi was beyond a momentary irritation for Micah.

“Hanging out, doing the typical **** most do but together. He may rub you the wrong way and Vel but he is a nice guy. You may not have seen it but I have. Name is Andrew or Drew or Andrew Krepsi.”

She felt her lips pressed tight together forming a line that kept her lips from saying more until she could gauge where he was going with the information she just dropped. Her eyes angled upward to try and keep their focus on him. Her head had to recline a bit to do it.

<Micah> He started laughing. Not that her words had actually amused him, but the fact that she had actually lumped Creepy and nice guy together in the same sentence? He found that hilarious. Forcibly he got himself under control though it was difficult. He wanted to keep laughing but that wasn’t the reason for the little talk after all. He coughed to cover up another laugh and wiped all expression off of his face before thinking on how best to respond to her.

“You can do better.” Good place to start. “He’s got ties to the Lionelli. Do you have any idea how many of his buddies I kill on a nightly basis? And let’s not even get started on the fact that he’s a masquerade violator. Remember when I shot him in the head and killed him? That should have been a clue to you to find a new friend. Not to mention he’s got a gigantic ego and attitude, like he’s some kind of badass that’s entitled to havin the world handed to him.” He waited for the inevitable explosion that was sure to come from her and if it didn’t? He’d be a curious mix of surprised and disappointed.

Satine: One thing she liked about Micah was that he happened to be direct and he didn’t fail to deliver it every time his mouth opened. This moment proved to be no different. It was pretty much what she expected.

“So he started out in a field of thorns and bloomed from a pile of **** you have no clue about. Yes, his petals are a bit rough and darker than is to your liking. I get that. But he isn’t supposed to be concerned about being your rose garden. We all have less than impressive starts. This city is full of shitty hard luck tales of woe.” She stood up and felt the relief in the back of her neck for not having to recline her head to look up at him.

“But you mean to tell me that you are going to put him down for someone finding him that wasn’t his choice? Carlo was probably the only one that gave a **** about him in his whole life. He proved it by plucking him out of the god damned alley garbage can where he was trying to survive on the streets as a kid. He should have been in some sort of system that protects him and gives him a ******* chance. Instead he was likely existing on the expired **** that no one else wanted and has to do that ever since. Because that is what all these governments are good for. Shitting on the weak, the young and the no longer needed. And don’t get me wrong I care less about saving the ******* world. I know what the **** it is already doing to itself. No wonder there are vampires. Might be a damn good thing if the place is sucked dry. The humans certainly have done nothing to make it a better place. Look at how they treat their own. See it all the time in the news and on the streets.”

Satine was about to bite her tongue and hold her words but in this mood it was nearly impossible. She was still learning when her lips were better off closed. When it came to saying what she thought needed to be said she was missing the discipline of waiting. A few more points she wanted to make came rolling out.

“You are going to instantly hate him for what all of the **** ups in society around him created? Because doing that fucks all of us over really. We all have a little bit of Bugsy in our past somewhere. What if you had not gave me the rush you did and it was someone else? How would I have possibly turned out? Hold those giving the bite down responsible for what they create.”

Satine knew damn well the only reason she was sitting there with her mouth going was because of Micah’s mercy. Epic proportions of mercy that was extended for reasons very clear to her from the start. It was not because she was special. She was so far from that it wasn’t even funny.She was linked by blood to Velveteen as her identical twin at birth. And there was more to it than that.

For some reason they had yet to sort out if they experienced anything physically, or at times emotionally, it went through one to the other twin. This meant Velveteen could be susceptible to whatever she experienced and she was a risk. That was it. Micah would endure anything for his wife. Satine knew that. Her being turned instead of left to die was simply that. She was no prize pick of the field of promising humans in the world to pass the darkness to. Hell, she wasn’t too far off from the condition Andrew Krepsi was found in by Carlo Facchiano. Her luck was just a little better because her mother happened to pop out Velveteen and her on the same day in the same hour on the very same delivery table.

<Micah> She didn’t disappoint. The tirade that came out of her mouth in defense of that loser she had decided to saddle herself with was impressive but it did nothing to change his mind or his opinion. From the second Andrew Krepsi had opened his mouth Micah couldn’t help but wonder if that one should have been swallowed. It would have made the world a better place that was for certain. He was ignorant, mouthy, idiotic and seemed to think that he was actually gonna shed his diapers and be a big man around town. Micah had news for him. That wasn’t ever going to happen. Men like that never amounted to anything. The only thing Creepy had going for him was Satine and if Micah had his way? Well, Creepy wouldn’t have that either.