--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Aidan: *Text* Where are you old man so that I can fix you up?
Doc: [text] In the Den..
Aidan: Ports over, hops in the elevator and pauses when she gets a look at him as she steps out. "Geez.....what the **** happened to you?"
Doc: Paladin.. Had the place trapped to hell.. and was attacking while i was trying to move the **** out of the way..
Doc: She got me good in the head.. still have a ******* head ache
Aidan: "How much healing you need?" growls a bit at the wounds, which she examines carefully. "I hope we plan on killing this *****?"
Doc: (3) "Whatever you give me.. I feel like ******* ****.. " the managed a half hearted smirke, "She's in the hospital .. and I have had her put on a three day Psych Hold."
Aidan: She chuckled and rested her hand carefully on his shoulder, "Good. If you want to hit her again, when she gets out, let me know." Then her eyes closed and she focused on healing him.
Aidan: "There....good as new. Which in your case, means you are at bit less grumpy," she smirked.
Doc: Thank you.. *does feel some better* Head still feels like ****..
Aidan: "Want me to kiss it and make it better?" she grinned.
Doc: Yes.. *leans over*
Aidan: *kisses his head for him* There. Better?
Doc: Not really.
Doc: Still hurts like a mother ******.
Aidan: "Well, I can't do what I usually do to help people forget they hurt...." she slowly licked her lips and shrugged. "Can't go breaking your hip and pissing off my fiancée and all," she chuckled.
Doc: Even in case of medical necessity? *grinned then grimmaced immediately*
Aidan: "Not unless you want me to get another bullet to my head and add a matching wound to yours, then no." Though his grimace made her frown, "I expect you to be taking it easy...yes? If need be I can heal you daily to keep you from croaking on me. Given you are already old and decrypted.”
Doc: *****.. *he didnt have the where-with-all to even verbally spar decently with her (-9 intell) * I see how it is..you gotta do what you gotta do.. so when is the big day.. ?
Aidan: "No idea," she shrugged. "I kind of...just....asked...without planning ahead and stuff....." she chuckled.
Doc: Doc was a planner, but there were times, that he forsook that ingrained habit. His binding to Cytherea and his siring Cat and Jacq.. prime examples. he wanted to offer some sort or form of pithy wisdom, but his ******* hurt too much. "It will work out.. if it dont I can ******* kill you and put you out of it.."
Aidan: "So helpful you are gramps," she smiled. "You should go and lay down. This...grade D you is not as much fun," she smirked. "Plus, you can't just kill me all willy nilly like, again....pissing off the fiancée would be bad for your health."
Doc: "Wench.. I said if ..dont ******* work out.. i will kill you..."
Aidan: "Yeah. You are so off your A game right now," she smirked. "Think even Lan could like out insult you and we know how bad he is at insults," she chuckled then tensed as she prepared to duck out of the way of a possible attack.
Doc: He had to laugh at that, which made him wince. "Yea.. **** you.."
Aidan: "Loves you too," grinned and gave him a careful hug. "Alright. Before you pop a blood vessel or something, I am going to head off to get some stuff then track down my woman. Want me to heal you again tomorrow?"
Doc: He smirks, "I'm am taking it easy for while i will be working on ******* crafting ****.. So hopefully.. I wont need it.. if I do I will call - thanks Aidan.."
Aidan: "Anytime, Gramps" she smiled and used one of the portals to head out.
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--The following transcription was a live chat roleplay--
‹Pi dArtois› Pi bent over the table her finger on the map, shaking her head. They'd been at this for a while, but her powers for nonexistent and useless when it came to finding people and all she could offer to help was Heath, but he needed a direction to head in. "He's in a lair then? Any idea where they found him earlier today?" she asked, her eyes trained on the map.
‹Reilly› The man scoffed, still not fully sure how these two powers he had acquired while being prisoner were supposed to be helpful. He could see the flooring and find a general direction as to where they were, but that was really it. The flooring was least useful in his opinion due to the fact his form of art was best suited for music, not drawing. "No, Madison didn't tell me where they found him. And neither of these gifts are exact, actually pretty vague," he answered, also staring at the map and feeling rather useless.
‹Pi dArtois› She stared the map for a moment longer then sigh before switching her gaze to the male with a self deprecating smile. "Well, aren't we a pair... we're missing some important bits here... from what I saw of Ty when I helped them.. well, when they searched for Robert there are those Seeker powers that would make this less... cumbersome. I could get Heath searching as many nook and crannies as possible... but that's needle in haystack stuff. " Shaking her head "Got any ideas?"
‹Reilly› As she mentioned the efficiency of the group known for hunting and killing people he snorted before taking a step back and closing his eyes to concentrate. "I can see... I blank wooden floor, pretty much exactly like my apartment since I haven't gotten furniture." His eyes slowly opened and refocused on the woman before walking back to the table with the map on it. This would be the time that his invisible stalker would have stuck, having tied his shoelaces together while his eyes were closed causing him to trip and nearly smack his head on the table. "Bugger! Would you just... go away already!" he yelled at the unseen creature.
‹Pi dArtois› Pi stared at the man, her head tilted to the side. "Umm what just happened there?" She asked, looking around herself, seeing nothing before switching her gaze towards Reilly. "I can see wraiths and there aren't any here... plus.. well, they can't ... " she looked pointedly at his knotted laces. "Well, they certainly can't do that."
‹Reilly› Dropping himself on his rear he began to undo the knots in his laces, which were many and complicated, shaking his head slowly. "I'm not certain, but I think one of the things in the woods that caused me problems last year took a fancy for me and has been stalking me. Same thing that shoved me through the portal last week." After undoing the last of the knots he retied both laces, knowing full well it wouldn't do any good. "I mean, I know I'm a klutz, but really? You'd think I'd notice something like that."
‹Pi dArtois› "Yeah, I think you would..." Leaning against the desk she watched as he unknotted the laces and retied them correctly. "You died out there in the woods... do you think this... thing, could be fae? Or maybe ... well, maybe the thing responsible for your... time away?" It was as polite as she could put it, referring to his black period.
‹Reilly› Looking up to her he tilted his head to the side. "Well, I didn't die out there, Elliot put me out of my misery." He climbed back up so he could go back to staring at the map, hoping that talking would help him figure out this puzzle as well as the other. "Fae, yeah, that's what they're called isn't it? I kind of forgot their name..." his voice trailed off for a moment remembering the piece of skull that had been taken. He shook himself and looked over to Pi. "Do I think they... did that? Are they capable of that? Wouldn't they rather just, kill us?"
‹Pi dArtois› "Oui," she answered sighing at the dead end and shrugging. "But it was worth asking. So no memories yet from that time away?" she continued, turning so they stood side by side, staring at the map of the city like it would reveal its secrets to them.. knowing it really wasn't. But hoping all the same.
"Blake just sent me an email!" Pi said quickly, her phone out. "Gambat is at this location..(1,1).... meet you there!" she said and celerity helped her get to the location immediately.
Pi left the building, shooting at Gambat, her expression narrowed with concentration as she took her aim and opened fire
‹Reilly› "Any try is better than no try," he said to the first part before shaking his head slowly. "No, no memories of it. I'm not sure I want to remember though honestly. If it was bad, maybe it's better that I don't. The two of them stood in silence for a moment simply staring at the map sprawled out across the table in the Den. "There's got to be something else we're missing," it was said quietly, and mostly to himself, but then she shouted causing him to jump. "Holy Crap! Be there shortly!" he called out after her.
Shortly was such a vague term, and it was probably a good thing he used it as no more than the petit brunette ran out the door than he was flat on his face - the Fae had tied his shoes together again. He rolled over and fixed them again before slowly making his way through the portal that lead to the parking lot where his car was, just a short drive away from the location in question, down a short path into the wide wilderness that expanded for miles around the city.
When he arrived, she was already gone and the two pires in question were slumbering quietly together in an outcropping of trees. "Son of a..." he cursed softly as he pulled his phone out, fully aware that the Fae had more power in the wilderness. He wanted to make sure that he was to get both of them and then get the hell out of dodge since the longer he was there, the more danger he was in.
[text] Are we targeting both, or just Gambat?
‹Pi dArtois› [text] Both. Asia hit Cat.
‹Reilly› [text] Here goes nothing...
‹Pi dArtois› [text] Good luck!
‹Reilly› Sneaking up behind a tree the lanky telepath made sure his assult rifle was loaded before peaking out around the trunk and opening fire. He barely had time to register that he had missed Gambat, the one who had harmed Elliot, but hit his wife in the shoulder before he was finishing the incantation of the ritual that brought him back to the den. Into the elevator and back up to the Depot where he felt the safest. Feeling the sun rising he folded himself up as much as possible and sent another message to Pi, getting the whole message out just before the full fatigue of the daylight rays overtook him.
[text] Missed him, but got her in the shoulder.
‹Pi dArtois› Pi bent over the table her finger on the map, shaking her head. They'd been at this for a while, but her powers for nonexistent and useless when it came to finding people and all she could offer to help was Heath, but he needed a direction to head in. "He's in a lair then? Any idea where they found him earlier today?" she asked, her eyes trained on the map.
‹Reilly› The man scoffed, still not fully sure how these two powers he had acquired while being prisoner were supposed to be helpful. He could see the flooring and find a general direction as to where they were, but that was really it. The flooring was least useful in his opinion due to the fact his form of art was best suited for music, not drawing. "No, Madison didn't tell me where they found him. And neither of these gifts are exact, actually pretty vague," he answered, also staring at the map and feeling rather useless.
‹Pi dArtois› She stared the map for a moment longer then sigh before switching her gaze to the male with a self deprecating smile. "Well, aren't we a pair... we're missing some important bits here... from what I saw of Ty when I helped them.. well, when they searched for Robert there are those Seeker powers that would make this less... cumbersome. I could get Heath searching as many nook and crannies as possible... but that's needle in haystack stuff. " Shaking her head "Got any ideas?"
‹Reilly› As she mentioned the efficiency of the group known for hunting and killing people he snorted before taking a step back and closing his eyes to concentrate. "I can see... I blank wooden floor, pretty much exactly like my apartment since I haven't gotten furniture." His eyes slowly opened and refocused on the woman before walking back to the table with the map on it. This would be the time that his invisible stalker would have stuck, having tied his shoelaces together while his eyes were closed causing him to trip and nearly smack his head on the table. "Bugger! Would you just... go away already!" he yelled at the unseen creature.
‹Pi dArtois› Pi stared at the man, her head tilted to the side. "Umm what just happened there?" She asked, looking around herself, seeing nothing before switching her gaze towards Reilly. "I can see wraiths and there aren't any here... plus.. well, they can't ... " she looked pointedly at his knotted laces. "Well, they certainly can't do that."
‹Reilly› Dropping himself on his rear he began to undo the knots in his laces, which were many and complicated, shaking his head slowly. "I'm not certain, but I think one of the things in the woods that caused me problems last year took a fancy for me and has been stalking me. Same thing that shoved me through the portal last week." After undoing the last of the knots he retied both laces, knowing full well it wouldn't do any good. "I mean, I know I'm a klutz, but really? You'd think I'd notice something like that."
‹Pi dArtois› "Yeah, I think you would..." Leaning against the desk she watched as he unknotted the laces and retied them correctly. "You died out there in the woods... do you think this... thing, could be fae? Or maybe ... well, maybe the thing responsible for your... time away?" It was as polite as she could put it, referring to his black period.
‹Reilly› Looking up to her he tilted his head to the side. "Well, I didn't die out there, Elliot put me out of my misery." He climbed back up so he could go back to staring at the map, hoping that talking would help him figure out this puzzle as well as the other. "Fae, yeah, that's what they're called isn't it? I kind of forgot their name..." his voice trailed off for a moment remembering the piece of skull that had been taken. He shook himself and looked over to Pi. "Do I think they... did that? Are they capable of that? Wouldn't they rather just, kill us?"
‹Pi dArtois› "Oui," she answered sighing at the dead end and shrugging. "But it was worth asking. So no memories yet from that time away?" she continued, turning so they stood side by side, staring at the map of the city like it would reveal its secrets to them.. knowing it really wasn't. But hoping all the same.
"Blake just sent me an email!" Pi said quickly, her phone out. "Gambat is at this location..(1,1).... meet you there!" she said and celerity helped her get to the location immediately.
Pi left the building, shooting at Gambat, her expression narrowed with concentration as she took her aim and opened fire
‹Reilly› "Any try is better than no try," he said to the first part before shaking his head slowly. "No, no memories of it. I'm not sure I want to remember though honestly. If it was bad, maybe it's better that I don't. The two of them stood in silence for a moment simply staring at the map sprawled out across the table in the Den. "There's got to be something else we're missing," it was said quietly, and mostly to himself, but then she shouted causing him to jump. "Holy Crap! Be there shortly!" he called out after her.
Shortly was such a vague term, and it was probably a good thing he used it as no more than the petit brunette ran out the door than he was flat on his face - the Fae had tied his shoes together again. He rolled over and fixed them again before slowly making his way through the portal that lead to the parking lot where his car was, just a short drive away from the location in question, down a short path into the wide wilderness that expanded for miles around the city.
When he arrived, she was already gone and the two pires in question were slumbering quietly together in an outcropping of trees. "Son of a..." he cursed softly as he pulled his phone out, fully aware that the Fae had more power in the wilderness. He wanted to make sure that he was to get both of them and then get the hell out of dodge since the longer he was there, the more danger he was in.
[text] Are we targeting both, or just Gambat?
‹Pi dArtois› [text] Both. Asia hit Cat.
‹Reilly› [text] Here goes nothing...
‹Pi dArtois› [text] Good luck!
‹Reilly› Sneaking up behind a tree the lanky telepath made sure his assult rifle was loaded before peaking out around the trunk and opening fire. He barely had time to register that he had missed Gambat, the one who had harmed Elliot, but hit his wife in the shoulder before he was finishing the incantation of the ritual that brought him back to the den. Into the elevator and back up to the Depot where he felt the safest. Feeling the sun rising he folded himself up as much as possible and sent another message to Pi, getting the whole message out just before the full fatigue of the daylight rays overtook him.
[text] Missed him, but got her in the shoulder.
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Re: d'Artois: Events in Time
"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"
Doc: *sighs* I will never understand women.
Catherine Nilson: *looks up from her phone*
Doc: Aura.. sent me flowers.. what the ****? Do I look like I am gay or some ****?
Doc: And then Isabelle says.. 'curse me please...'
Doc: What the hell goes on in you women's heads?
Catherine Nilson: *closes her eyes, trying to answer him by seeing what's going on in her head. Red and Green are bickering over whether or not jam is actually dripping from the ceiling vent, there is a cricket chirping, and teeth are grinding.* Um. Ponies and stuff.
Doc: Doc looks at Cat for a long moment. The he slowly sighs in a rather defeated long suffering way, that says, 'yea I will never understand them.'
t: Me neither, *Cat tells him as if that's helpful. She goes back to texting.*
Doc: Doc can’t even focus on his reading. ******* women. Always messing with his head. He was ******* happier when he ignored the lot of them.
Catherine Nilson: Cat's Sire Anger Alarm went off and she stared at him, then cautiously began to sneak to her room.
==Later==
Catherine Nilson: *following him around quietly and keeps an eye out for any arms he might come across.*
Doc: Doc stops and turns suddenly to face Cat, "WHAT?!"
Catherine Nilson: She stops as well and looks up at him, straight faced. She can try the direct approach, but that usually doesn't work too well for her. "Nothing." He can't stop her from following him, unless the arm is on ice in the bathroom.
Doc: Doc glared. What the **** was going on with people.. no not people.. with females? His wife 'leaves' him. Another one sends him flowers like he's a fuckin nancy boy.. and now Cat was following him, like she expected him to do ...something.. He grabbed his jacket. He didn't need to ******* babysit Cat anyway.. she had Axel for that.. He slammed out of the apartment.
Catherine Nilson: She blinked and, unaware of his trouble with The Ladies, took his retreat as a sign that he had the arm close by, and Green assured her that he was off to stroke and talk quietly to it. Well she wouldn't let him. Cat followed after him, pausing only to lock the door. Before the elevator could close, there was a whoosh, a blur, and then a Cat in the elevator with him. The doors closed.
Doc: Doc just shot her a hate filled look. He was in a vile mood and her skulking about after him, wasn't in any way helping his mood. Quite the opposite in fact, He picture throwing Cat head first off the top of the apartment building. But the elevator was going down, to the sewer level. Maybe he could just hold her head under the sewage until she passed out.
Catherine Nilson: Unaware of his murderous ponderings, Cat fidgeted. She started to say "So, are you tired of that arm yet?" But only got "So-" out before the elevator opened and she had to follow him through raw sewage. Where was he going? Was Axel's arm underground? Maybe Doc had an underground lair? It was Cat's turn to glare. That was HER thing.
Doc: Doc whirled once more, index finger pointed at her face, a mere inch from it, in point of fact. "Stop. Following. Me." He uttered through gritted teeth. "Or you will regret it." First he didn't want her to know about his dwelling, because she would nag him for access, and second, he wanted to destroy something, and if she wasn't careful.. it would be her.
Catherine Nilson: "You just want Axel's arm all to yourself," Cat mumbled, first crossing her eyes to regard his finger, then looking at his face. She had shrunk back a little because of that finger, but then straightened out.
Doc: Doc just looked at her, his emotions were seething, and she was still going on about that ******* arm?! He half turned away, his lips pressed into a hard line, his anger boiling. It was all he could to restrain his reactions. But then his eyes narrowed as he thought through the iterations of letting Cat get away unscathed. She would just keep ******* nagging him; again and again. So this would be more of a learning lesson for her. Do not push him. His body whipped back facing her, immediately followed by a fisted hand planting itself in her face.
Catherine Nilson: Her face cracked and snapped backwards. Blood gushed from her nose, and she spat by his feet. She spent a few seconds panting and gagging, then spat again, then glared at him. "What the **** is your ******* problem? You hit me! Don't you care about me? You beat up my boyfriend and took his arm so I thought you care about me! But you're just a bossy old dishrag!" Her tone of voice got louder and louder the more words she used.
Doc: *sighs* I will never understand women.
Catherine Nilson: *looks up from her phone*
Doc: Aura.. sent me flowers.. what the ****? Do I look like I am gay or some ****?
Doc: And then Isabelle says.. 'curse me please...'
Doc: What the hell goes on in you women's heads?
Catherine Nilson: *closes her eyes, trying to answer him by seeing what's going on in her head. Red and Green are bickering over whether or not jam is actually dripping from the ceiling vent, there is a cricket chirping, and teeth are grinding.* Um. Ponies and stuff.
Doc: Doc looks at Cat for a long moment. The he slowly sighs in a rather defeated long suffering way, that says, 'yea I will never understand them.'
t: Me neither, *Cat tells him as if that's helpful. She goes back to texting.*
Doc: Doc can’t even focus on his reading. ******* women. Always messing with his head. He was ******* happier when he ignored the lot of them.
Catherine Nilson: Cat's Sire Anger Alarm went off and she stared at him, then cautiously began to sneak to her room.
==Later==
Catherine Nilson: *following him around quietly and keeps an eye out for any arms he might come across.*
Doc: Doc stops and turns suddenly to face Cat, "WHAT?!"
Catherine Nilson: She stops as well and looks up at him, straight faced. She can try the direct approach, but that usually doesn't work too well for her. "Nothing." He can't stop her from following him, unless the arm is on ice in the bathroom.
Doc: Doc glared. What the **** was going on with people.. no not people.. with females? His wife 'leaves' him. Another one sends him flowers like he's a fuckin nancy boy.. and now Cat was following him, like she expected him to do ...something.. He grabbed his jacket. He didn't need to ******* babysit Cat anyway.. she had Axel for that.. He slammed out of the apartment.
Catherine Nilson: She blinked and, unaware of his trouble with The Ladies, took his retreat as a sign that he had the arm close by, and Green assured her that he was off to stroke and talk quietly to it. Well she wouldn't let him. Cat followed after him, pausing only to lock the door. Before the elevator could close, there was a whoosh, a blur, and then a Cat in the elevator with him. The doors closed.
Doc: Doc just shot her a hate filled look. He was in a vile mood and her skulking about after him, wasn't in any way helping his mood. Quite the opposite in fact, He picture throwing Cat head first off the top of the apartment building. But the elevator was going down, to the sewer level. Maybe he could just hold her head under the sewage until she passed out.
Catherine Nilson: Unaware of his murderous ponderings, Cat fidgeted. She started to say "So, are you tired of that arm yet?" But only got "So-" out before the elevator opened and she had to follow him through raw sewage. Where was he going? Was Axel's arm underground? Maybe Doc had an underground lair? It was Cat's turn to glare. That was HER thing.
Doc: Doc whirled once more, index finger pointed at her face, a mere inch from it, in point of fact. "Stop. Following. Me." He uttered through gritted teeth. "Or you will regret it." First he didn't want her to know about his dwelling, because she would nag him for access, and second, he wanted to destroy something, and if she wasn't careful.. it would be her.
Catherine Nilson: "You just want Axel's arm all to yourself," Cat mumbled, first crossing her eyes to regard his finger, then looking at his face. She had shrunk back a little because of that finger, but then straightened out.
Doc: Doc just looked at her, his emotions were seething, and she was still going on about that ******* arm?! He half turned away, his lips pressed into a hard line, his anger boiling. It was all he could to restrain his reactions. But then his eyes narrowed as he thought through the iterations of letting Cat get away unscathed. She would just keep ******* nagging him; again and again. So this would be more of a learning lesson for her. Do not push him. His body whipped back facing her, immediately followed by a fisted hand planting itself in her face.
Catherine Nilson: Her face cracked and snapped backwards. Blood gushed from her nose, and she spat by his feet. She spent a few seconds panting and gagging, then spat again, then glared at him. "What the **** is your ******* problem? You hit me! Don't you care about me? You beat up my boyfriend and took his arm so I thought you care about me! But you're just a bossy old dishrag!" Her tone of voice got louder and louder the more words she used.
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Re: d'Artois: Events in Time
"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"
Doc: Doc spoke through clenched teeth, "You need to learn when to leave me the **** alone!" His hand clenched and unclenched, he could explain. But he didn't care what she thought. She wanted to think the worst of him.. go ahead. Everyone else did, join the ******* club. His eyes darkened as readied for her attack, and then he would annihilate her.
Catherine Nilson: She growled at him. As far as she was concerned, he was just trying to hoard her boyfriend's arm and had hit her because she was hot on his trail. She had to be close. She had already tried to explain, and he was still bossing her around. She didn't charge at him, but she didn't turn away either. She didn't get hit in the face so she could scamper off crying. She was going to bring home her prize.
Doc: "Leave me alone, Cat." His voice flat. He was at the point that her death wouldn't mean anything to him, except another annoyance. His facial expression had gone cold and aloof. He had a problem with backing down, being bound was evidence enough of that. He wasn’t about to back off now. He reached for his gun, he stared at her coldly.
Catherine Nilson: "Why are you being such a jerk?" she demanded, stepping closer to him. She was determined as well, though she didn't seem to understand what kind of actual danger she was in. "That arm is mine. You get your toys, and I can't play with them, but you get to play with mine?"
Doc: Doc gave no indication of what he was going to do, when he suddenly attempted to capture her and hold her by the back of her neck.
Catherine Nilson: She squirmed and danced around, splashing through the muck until Doc finally got a good hold on the back of her neck. Tears had finally come to her eyes when she glared up at him. "Let me go!"
Doc: Doc shoved the barrel of his gun, up under her chin, pushing her head back and and up. He stared at her, his eyes cold and dark, showing no emotion.
Catherine Nilson: She gulped and glared up at him, baring her non retractable fangs. The gun told her that this was about more than the arm. What did she do? She'd cleaned everything up. She hadn't touched any of his books. She had just gotten stronger that night, and she had been accepted into Canidae. She wanted to remind him that he was a jerk, but the gun had her lips pretty much zipped.
Doc: It would be so simple, just pull the trigger. She would shut the hell up then. She wouldn't be incessantly nagging him over that ******* arm. But it was just a ******* arm. And she did finally shut the **** up. She just needed to learn when to ******* lean him alone! He flung her backward, "Go home Cat." He turned on his heel and strode off. IF she followed, it was her funeral.
Catherine Nilson: She grabbed him from behind, clinging to his middle in what would have under different circumstances been interpreted as a hug. This was more of an angry squeeze. "You don't get it. He's mine. You can't just own a part of him. It's dirty."
Doc: Doc slammed himself backwards into the wall of the sewer. "You don't get it... " He growled, "Now you're gonna die."
Catherine Nilson: She squeezed him tighter. He didn't love Axel! She loved Axel. She knew someday it would come down to this. Ever since she first had a knife fight with him, she knew he would kill her again. That didn't stop her from making it difficult. Growling, she braced herself for another spinal smash.
Doc: He stepped forward, and grabbed his blade with his free hand. As the blade slid free of it's sheath, Doc slammed himself backwards once more, but this time he took his blade and stabbed it behind him, between himself and the wall, hoping to sink it into Cat.
Catherine Nilson: Cat screamed as a terrible pain shot from her spine and down all the nerves in her body. Her hands let go of him of their own regard, where she fell on her hands and knees. After shooting him a tearful growl, her body began to glow, and the concrete under the sewers shifted and buckled. Grave digger. Cat fell through the sinkhole grave she had used, then burrowed blindly until she found a resting spot. She couldn't move, but he wouldn't find her.
Doc: Doc sheathed the bloody knife and headed further into the sewers. He had no intention of following her. He just didn't want her following him. Her pain filled scream had not even registered on him. He just wanted to be left alone.
Doc: Doc spoke through clenched teeth, "You need to learn when to leave me the **** alone!" His hand clenched and unclenched, he could explain. But he didn't care what she thought. She wanted to think the worst of him.. go ahead. Everyone else did, join the ******* club. His eyes darkened as readied for her attack, and then he would annihilate her.
Catherine Nilson: She growled at him. As far as she was concerned, he was just trying to hoard her boyfriend's arm and had hit her because she was hot on his trail. She had to be close. She had already tried to explain, and he was still bossing her around. She didn't charge at him, but she didn't turn away either. She didn't get hit in the face so she could scamper off crying. She was going to bring home her prize.
Doc: "Leave me alone, Cat." His voice flat. He was at the point that her death wouldn't mean anything to him, except another annoyance. His facial expression had gone cold and aloof. He had a problem with backing down, being bound was evidence enough of that. He wasn’t about to back off now. He reached for his gun, he stared at her coldly.
Catherine Nilson: "Why are you being such a jerk?" she demanded, stepping closer to him. She was determined as well, though she didn't seem to understand what kind of actual danger she was in. "That arm is mine. You get your toys, and I can't play with them, but you get to play with mine?"
Doc: Doc gave no indication of what he was going to do, when he suddenly attempted to capture her and hold her by the back of her neck.
Catherine Nilson: She squirmed and danced around, splashing through the muck until Doc finally got a good hold on the back of her neck. Tears had finally come to her eyes when she glared up at him. "Let me go!"
Doc: Doc shoved the barrel of his gun, up under her chin, pushing her head back and and up. He stared at her, his eyes cold and dark, showing no emotion.
Catherine Nilson: She gulped and glared up at him, baring her non retractable fangs. The gun told her that this was about more than the arm. What did she do? She'd cleaned everything up. She hadn't touched any of his books. She had just gotten stronger that night, and she had been accepted into Canidae. She wanted to remind him that he was a jerk, but the gun had her lips pretty much zipped.
Doc: It would be so simple, just pull the trigger. She would shut the hell up then. She wouldn't be incessantly nagging him over that ******* arm. But it was just a ******* arm. And she did finally shut the **** up. She just needed to learn when to ******* lean him alone! He flung her backward, "Go home Cat." He turned on his heel and strode off. IF she followed, it was her funeral.
Catherine Nilson: She grabbed him from behind, clinging to his middle in what would have under different circumstances been interpreted as a hug. This was more of an angry squeeze. "You don't get it. He's mine. You can't just own a part of him. It's dirty."
Doc: Doc slammed himself backwards into the wall of the sewer. "You don't get it... " He growled, "Now you're gonna die."
Catherine Nilson: She squeezed him tighter. He didn't love Axel! She loved Axel. She knew someday it would come down to this. Ever since she first had a knife fight with him, she knew he would kill her again. That didn't stop her from making it difficult. Growling, she braced herself for another spinal smash.
Doc: He stepped forward, and grabbed his blade with his free hand. As the blade slid free of it's sheath, Doc slammed himself backwards once more, but this time he took his blade and stabbed it behind him, between himself and the wall, hoping to sink it into Cat.
Catherine Nilson: Cat screamed as a terrible pain shot from her spine and down all the nerves in her body. Her hands let go of him of their own regard, where she fell on her hands and knees. After shooting him a tearful growl, her body began to glow, and the concrete under the sewers shifted and buckled. Grave digger. Cat fell through the sinkhole grave she had used, then burrowed blindly until she found a resting spot. She couldn't move, but he wouldn't find her.
Doc: Doc sheathed the bloody knife and headed further into the sewers. He had no intention of following her. He just didn't want her following him. Her pain filled scream had not even registered on him. He just wanted to be left alone.
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Re: d'Artois: Events in Time
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Doc: Doc didn’t want to return to the house, that he bought for Cyth. And he didn’t want to go back to the apartment he shared with Cyth. And he could stay at Eyrie but after the very recent conversation he had, he didn’t think it was wise. He needed space. That left the girls’ apartment or the lab. He needed to see how Cat was, and apologize. he read his tome, and dispersed to the depot, and from there he jumped to a transit, before finally finding himself knocking on the girls’ door.
Catherine Nilson: It was a miracle that Cat was home at all; she had spent the last couple of nights with Axel, and he had given her a key to his apartment. Cat was just packing a few spare outfits to stuff in her boyfriend's closet just in case when there was a knock at the door. "Oh, ****" she grumbled, then in a louder voice called "COME IN." She supposed there was no avoiding her sire. Axel hadn't been very sympathetic either, but then again he had a schoolgirl's infatuation with his sire, who could probably beat him to a bloody pulp every night and be thanked for his trouble.
Doc: Doc entered, and noticed the living room was empty. He moved toward the open door of the bedroom, and saw Cat packing a bag. Well ****. he lost her too. He supposed he deserved this. "Cat." He didn't really know what else to say. He had not gotten a good read on her mood from her tone of voice, but seeing her packing her things, well that spoke volumes.
Catherine Nilson: "The arm grew back," she told him, guarded. When he wouldn't give the arm back, she felt like a monster inside, like a dragon with a pile of gold that had been compromised. But now she felt like a stupid kid again. She zipped up the bag and sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her sire's face watchfully. If he so much as twitched wrong, she would dig another hole.
Doc: Doc nodded, he knew it would. However he refrained from reiterating that to her, at this precise time. She didn't seem to have any residual side effects from the gutting. "You ok..?" He probably should say more, but apologies were hard enough when it was a honest **** up.. but this one had been deliberate. He had to work up to it.
Catherine Nilson: She nodded. She was actually more than okay, it seemed like her bond with Axel was strengthening the more they fed and played together. And Doc was Doc, no matter how much she wanted to avoid him, when he was talking to her she always felt connected. She thought about what to say and how to say it.
Doc: At her silent nod, Doc knew he needed to go ahead and just say it. He didn't know why it was so hard for him to do this. It wasn't like it would kill him to say the words. He guessed it was because he hated being wrong. And To apologize was be admitting that. "Cat.. I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have attacked you." He almost added it was her damn fault, cause she pushed him. But didn't. He was the mature one of the two, he should have been the one to not let it escalate.
Catherine Nilson: She blinked up at him. "You are?" She stared for a few seconds, as if she was checking him for signs of concussion, then her easygoing smile came back. Lopsided, halfhearted, it always meant that everything was just fine. "I kind of went crazy too. It's hard to explain. I, um, it was like... Like it was my arm, not Axel's, and like if instead of an arm it was something really important you took in cold blood."
Doc: "I am." Damn her. Being all easy and **** about it. Made him feel even worse. The universe was conspiring against him. He abruptly changed the subject, "Can you head speak?... You know Like Zodiac? I need to know how to do that .."
Catherine Nilson: "No, why?" Cat demanded. Head speaking was way out of her league. Probably only really old vampires could do it. She thought about what she could do. "I can see wraiths. They're kind of all over the place." Maybe she could teach him how to do that. "The way you do it is, cross your eyes really hard for about thirty minutes every night."
Doc: Doc didn’t want to return to the house, that he bought for Cyth. And he didn’t want to go back to the apartment he shared with Cyth. And he could stay at Eyrie but after the very recent conversation he had, he didn’t think it was wise. He needed space. That left the girls’ apartment or the lab. He needed to see how Cat was, and apologize. he read his tome, and dispersed to the depot, and from there he jumped to a transit, before finally finding himself knocking on the girls’ door.
Catherine Nilson: It was a miracle that Cat was home at all; she had spent the last couple of nights with Axel, and he had given her a key to his apartment. Cat was just packing a few spare outfits to stuff in her boyfriend's closet just in case when there was a knock at the door. "Oh, ****" she grumbled, then in a louder voice called "COME IN." She supposed there was no avoiding her sire. Axel hadn't been very sympathetic either, but then again he had a schoolgirl's infatuation with his sire, who could probably beat him to a bloody pulp every night and be thanked for his trouble.
Doc: Doc entered, and noticed the living room was empty. He moved toward the open door of the bedroom, and saw Cat packing a bag. Well ****. he lost her too. He supposed he deserved this. "Cat." He didn't really know what else to say. He had not gotten a good read on her mood from her tone of voice, but seeing her packing her things, well that spoke volumes.
Catherine Nilson: "The arm grew back," she told him, guarded. When he wouldn't give the arm back, she felt like a monster inside, like a dragon with a pile of gold that had been compromised. But now she felt like a stupid kid again. She zipped up the bag and sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her sire's face watchfully. If he so much as twitched wrong, she would dig another hole.
Doc: Doc nodded, he knew it would. However he refrained from reiterating that to her, at this precise time. She didn't seem to have any residual side effects from the gutting. "You ok..?" He probably should say more, but apologies were hard enough when it was a honest **** up.. but this one had been deliberate. He had to work up to it.
Catherine Nilson: She nodded. She was actually more than okay, it seemed like her bond with Axel was strengthening the more they fed and played together. And Doc was Doc, no matter how much she wanted to avoid him, when he was talking to her she always felt connected. She thought about what to say and how to say it.
Doc: At her silent nod, Doc knew he needed to go ahead and just say it. He didn't know why it was so hard for him to do this. It wasn't like it would kill him to say the words. He guessed it was because he hated being wrong. And To apologize was be admitting that. "Cat.. I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have attacked you." He almost added it was her damn fault, cause she pushed him. But didn't. He was the mature one of the two, he should have been the one to not let it escalate.
Catherine Nilson: She blinked up at him. "You are?" She stared for a few seconds, as if she was checking him for signs of concussion, then her easygoing smile came back. Lopsided, halfhearted, it always meant that everything was just fine. "I kind of went crazy too. It's hard to explain. I, um, it was like... Like it was my arm, not Axel's, and like if instead of an arm it was something really important you took in cold blood."
Doc: "I am." Damn her. Being all easy and **** about it. Made him feel even worse. The universe was conspiring against him. He abruptly changed the subject, "Can you head speak?... You know Like Zodiac? I need to know how to do that .."
Catherine Nilson: "No, why?" Cat demanded. Head speaking was way out of her league. Probably only really old vampires could do it. She thought about what she could do. "I can see wraiths. They're kind of all over the place." Maybe she could teach him how to do that. "The way you do it is, cross your eyes really hard for about thirty minutes every night."
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Re: d'Artois: Events in Time
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Doc: Doc gave her a look that says, 'o....k.... Next! lets get the crazy person out of the room', he cleared his throat, "Um.. no.. I want to find Cytherea.. I figured if I could headspeak.. I could.. " He words faded. He glared at no one in particular, "It's been 70 ******* days since I have seen her. 70! dammit.. " He stopped abruptly again, "I'll leave you to your packing." He moved back to the living room, and prowled about the room. He was too antsy to sit.
Catherine Nilson: Cat poked her head out of her bedroom and watched him pace like an agitated big cat at the zoo. "Seriously?" Why hadn't he said anything? He'd bought a house, so Cat just assumed that he was hogging her all to himself. It became clear that she'd had the wrong idea the whole time about Doc and Cyth. "And I'm done packing. I just needed to take some stuff to A- uh somewhere else just in case I ever need them." Things had started taking a turn for the serious in her own relationship and she had no idea what she was doing. She wanted to be prepared.
Doc: Doc rammed his hands into his pants pockets and forced himself to stop, "Yes seriously.. I thought if I got the house.. she would hear about it.. come back.. but she didn't .. and part of me says **** it.. and **** her.. I will just meet someone else.. but .. I am bound to Cyth.. what the hell do I say -if- she does come back? That I am so ******* needy I couldn't wait 70 ******* days for her?" He looked at her, he was angry and somewhat hurt, but not at Cat, but if Cat had any idea he would try it.
Catherine Nilson: Cat watched him, a few times retreating back around the corner of her bedroom only to poke her head back around again. She wished Jacquiline or Zodiac or somebody with more experience and less crazy could handle this. But he needed to hear something now, and it was up to Cat to at least try and make him feel better. "If you're bound to Cyth, why'd she leave? She didn't explain anything? Y'all didn't get into a fight? She's the one who left first. Takes two to be bound, right?" She stared at his pocket just in case a gun decided to pop out.
Doc: "I don't know. No she didn't. No we didn't fight. She left yes.. and yes it takes two.." He voice was full of frustration, but the look in his eyes hoped for some miraculous words to spew forth in youthful obvious wisdom.
Catherine Nilson: "So. If she comes back she's the one who has to do the explaining, not you. She started it. I mean, without vampires and binding and stuff, if a girl doesn't talk to you for 70 days that means you got dumped." She has no idea how binding makes it different. Supposedly it's an irreversible bond, but Cyth and Doc weren't being punished by the Vampire Police for not hanging out.
Doc: Doc was silent for a long time. Had he been making it more complicated than it needed to be? Or was he just relieved to hear someone else would feel dumped as well? "Yea.. I guess.. maybe it does after all.."
Catherine Nilson: She nodded, "Yeah, it makes the guy look like idiots if they try to call the girl for like a month and she ignores him."
Doc: "Yea.. " Ok.. how he realized he really had been dumped.. "Thanks Cat." Now he really felt like ****. Yea.
Catherine Nilson: Cat had never been dumped before, but she could see that her sire was in pain. "Wanna go do something?" A movie might distract him. Then again, maybe nothing could distract him.
Doc: "No.. besides you had plans.. I can deal." He could. He felt like ****. He had been dumped and was too stupid to see it. Or did he need another woman's advice.. as well? Best two out of three maybe? Who could he call...
Catherine Nilson: She knew better than to follow him around and demand his attention. That never worked out well. "Okay. Text me if you need anything." She was just going to drop some stuff off.
Doc: Doc gave her a look that says, 'o....k.... Next! lets get the crazy person out of the room', he cleared his throat, "Um.. no.. I want to find Cytherea.. I figured if I could headspeak.. I could.. " He words faded. He glared at no one in particular, "It's been 70 ******* days since I have seen her. 70! dammit.. " He stopped abruptly again, "I'll leave you to your packing." He moved back to the living room, and prowled about the room. He was too antsy to sit.
Catherine Nilson: Cat poked her head out of her bedroom and watched him pace like an agitated big cat at the zoo. "Seriously?" Why hadn't he said anything? He'd bought a house, so Cat just assumed that he was hogging her all to himself. It became clear that she'd had the wrong idea the whole time about Doc and Cyth. "And I'm done packing. I just needed to take some stuff to A- uh somewhere else just in case I ever need them." Things had started taking a turn for the serious in her own relationship and she had no idea what she was doing. She wanted to be prepared.
Doc: Doc rammed his hands into his pants pockets and forced himself to stop, "Yes seriously.. I thought if I got the house.. she would hear about it.. come back.. but she didn't .. and part of me says **** it.. and **** her.. I will just meet someone else.. but .. I am bound to Cyth.. what the hell do I say -if- she does come back? That I am so ******* needy I couldn't wait 70 ******* days for her?" He looked at her, he was angry and somewhat hurt, but not at Cat, but if Cat had any idea he would try it.
Catherine Nilson: Cat watched him, a few times retreating back around the corner of her bedroom only to poke her head back around again. She wished Jacquiline or Zodiac or somebody with more experience and less crazy could handle this. But he needed to hear something now, and it was up to Cat to at least try and make him feel better. "If you're bound to Cyth, why'd she leave? She didn't explain anything? Y'all didn't get into a fight? She's the one who left first. Takes two to be bound, right?" She stared at his pocket just in case a gun decided to pop out.
Doc: "I don't know. No she didn't. No we didn't fight. She left yes.. and yes it takes two.." He voice was full of frustration, but the look in his eyes hoped for some miraculous words to spew forth in youthful obvious wisdom.
Catherine Nilson: "So. If she comes back she's the one who has to do the explaining, not you. She started it. I mean, without vampires and binding and stuff, if a girl doesn't talk to you for 70 days that means you got dumped." She has no idea how binding makes it different. Supposedly it's an irreversible bond, but Cyth and Doc weren't being punished by the Vampire Police for not hanging out.
Doc: Doc was silent for a long time. Had he been making it more complicated than it needed to be? Or was he just relieved to hear someone else would feel dumped as well? "Yea.. I guess.. maybe it does after all.."
Catherine Nilson: She nodded, "Yeah, it makes the guy look like idiots if they try to call the girl for like a month and she ignores him."
Doc: "Yea.. " Ok.. how he realized he really had been dumped.. "Thanks Cat." Now he really felt like ****. Yea.
Catherine Nilson: Cat had never been dumped before, but she could see that her sire was in pain. "Wanna go do something?" A movie might distract him. Then again, maybe nothing could distract him.
Doc: "No.. besides you had plans.. I can deal." He could. He felt like ****. He had been dumped and was too stupid to see it. Or did he need another woman's advice.. as well? Best two out of three maybe? Who could he call...
Catherine Nilson: She knew better than to follow him around and demand his attention. That never worked out well. "Okay. Text me if you need anything." She was just going to drop some stuff off.
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Re: d'Artois: Events in Time
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* Messer Kleiner had been quietly observing the city for the past few months. He had mostly acclimated to this new world but had yet to truly enter it. It was true to form, he had never really entered the human world either, preferring to observe there as well. He cleaned his glasses as he left the office building, wiping the fog from the bomb he'd set off as the guards had tried to close in on him. It seemed even an old man couldnt get a break.
Pi dArtois She hadn't seen him for weeks, he kept to himself and she respected that but there was keeping to yourself and there was becoming to hard to catch that Pi sometimes wondered if he'd gone MIA. She caught him to lay fades and then that would be it, she caught glimpses of him but knew that she needed to become more intentional, to reel back in the older man, closer to her, closer to their family, closer to this life.
Pi dArtois She used the ritual that she had used only once before, to find Robert, this time, tracking the old man with thick glasses. She found him with a smile and used a tome to get herself as she could, walking the streets to intercept this childe she'd turned, who was by no means a child at all.
Messer Kleiner He caught sight of her as he set his thick glasses back on his nose and sighed. He had been wondering when she would find him and ask him to summon the monsters to protect her lair. He took little joy out of it but, surprisingly, the young woman who helped was pleasant enough and they had shared a number of conversations. Forcing a smile, he nodded at the woman, "Evening Miss d'Artois."
Pi dArtois "Bonjour Kleiner." she replied, falling into step beside him as if it were natural for them to find one another like they had and had indeed expected it. The night was clear, crisp in the way that heralded a winter that seemed to take its time getting there. It was unseasonably warm and neither of them were dressed for the fall weather than hadn't yet arrived. "You are a hard man to track Kleiner..."
Messer Kleiner That he had been hard to find brought a hint of sincerity to his face. "I will take that as a compliment." He stopped in the street, in part so they could converse easier and in part because there was a hint of tightness in his chest. "And what service can I assist you with this night?"
Pi dArtois Pi grinnned in return. "You should." He stopped their forward movement and she took advantage of it, turning to face him. He was shorter than her, but not by much. She wasn't exactly the tallest female in the world but she had... grown, as unlikely as that might seem. Becoming a vampire had given her a growth spurt she wasn't sure where it came from but it had added at least a good 2 inches to her adult frame. "Service? Nothing right now... although, maybe something later. There is something I'd like you to do... but the choice is yours whether you do it or not."
Messer Kleiner His eyes narrowed as he studied her face. Something she wanted him to do seperate from the service he had been performing recently? And it was his choice? This was likely not going to end well. He remained silent, waiting for her offer.
Pi dArtois He didn't take the bait and she wondered if he'd turn her down flat. There really was only one way to find out. "There are two reasons I'm asking. I think you need you get out and meet more people, understand who is a part of this world you're in. And you ... observe things and I'm too conspicuous now, I can't... go out like I used to. I'd like eyes, and ears out there... and I'd like you to help me." She got to the point then, because it wasn't her way to stretch it out. "There is an auction, at the Necropolis, where you can be ... bought, and ... used, for a day... I'd like you to... participate. Either as a purchaser, or one of the ... purchased.
* Messer Kleiner sighed heavily. He knew he was in no position to actually turn her down. He still owed her quite a bit. That did not mean he could not try and work the situation to his own favor. "Used?"
Pi dArtois She nodded, understanding why he asked and attempted to assauge his concern. "Oui... the choice of... how, is agreed ahead of time. But it is a chance for you to be... seen, known and ... observe those you wouldn't ordinarily meet."
Messer Kleiner He nodded and removed his journal from his pocket, his attention moving from her face to the little book. Notating the information about the auction, he asked as he wrote, "And the funds? They go to?"
Pi dArtois "You if you earn them, I'll supply the fund... up to a point, if you buy." Holding out a piece of paper it held the details of the auction and what he needed to do to either buy or be bought. "I would prefer you let yourself be.... bought. But the choice is yours." Pi looked at the man, and realised he was taking this very well considering she was telling him to hock himself to the highest bidder. "You do not have a question?"
Messer Kleiner That the funds came to him if he sold himself made the entire scenario infinitely easier to swallow. Reaching out, he examined the flyer. The necropolis was not a place the he frequented. In fact, he had not set foot in the establishment at all. Done correctly, this entire situation would be quite profitable. "No, it seems fairly straightforward.*
* Messer Kleiner finished up his notes and turned his attention completely on her once again, "And will you or any of the other d'Artois or Canidae be participating?"
Pi dArtois "Good. I'm glad." She smiled then, a small creeping thing that came slowly and dawned bright and happy. "I can't... nor .. I think can Elliot. But I will... ask a couple others. It is time I think for us to .... have our ears to the ground. If I can organise it, you will not be the only... d'Artois in the auction."
Messer Kleiner "Might I ask why we're observing events so closely?" It was obvious something would be happening soon.
Pi dArtois "The wraiths are acting... odd." she replied quickly, knowing he needed all the information she could give him in order to know what, if anything, there could be floating around the city. "And there are... rouges, vampires who are more public than we would like... something is going to happen and I can't put my finger on it. Getting out people there will help us keep an eye, ear and finger on what might be coming. I don't know if anything is going to happen but it feels like something... might." Returning her gaze to him, it had turned serious, eyes a dark blue and piercing. "Whatever it is... we need people out there."
Messer Kleiner He had experienced some of the wraiths oddness himself but he was not too concerned about them. What did concern him was rogue, public vampires. A threat to all of them was a threat to him, and he couldn't stand for that. "Consider me out there then." His breath suitably caught he prepared to move on. "I'm afraid I have to finish my rounds now though. I still need to pay my dues."
Pi dArtois Pi nodded and smiled stepping aside so he could go back to what he was doing before she tracked him down ." Merci beacoup Kleiner."
* Messer Kleiner had been quietly observing the city for the past few months. He had mostly acclimated to this new world but had yet to truly enter it. It was true to form, he had never really entered the human world either, preferring to observe there as well. He cleaned his glasses as he left the office building, wiping the fog from the bomb he'd set off as the guards had tried to close in on him. It seemed even an old man couldnt get a break.
Pi dArtois She hadn't seen him for weeks, he kept to himself and she respected that but there was keeping to yourself and there was becoming to hard to catch that Pi sometimes wondered if he'd gone MIA. She caught him to lay fades and then that would be it, she caught glimpses of him but knew that she needed to become more intentional, to reel back in the older man, closer to her, closer to their family, closer to this life.
Pi dArtois She used the ritual that she had used only once before, to find Robert, this time, tracking the old man with thick glasses. She found him with a smile and used a tome to get herself as she could, walking the streets to intercept this childe she'd turned, who was by no means a child at all.
Messer Kleiner He caught sight of her as he set his thick glasses back on his nose and sighed. He had been wondering when she would find him and ask him to summon the monsters to protect her lair. He took little joy out of it but, surprisingly, the young woman who helped was pleasant enough and they had shared a number of conversations. Forcing a smile, he nodded at the woman, "Evening Miss d'Artois."
Pi dArtois "Bonjour Kleiner." she replied, falling into step beside him as if it were natural for them to find one another like they had and had indeed expected it. The night was clear, crisp in the way that heralded a winter that seemed to take its time getting there. It was unseasonably warm and neither of them were dressed for the fall weather than hadn't yet arrived. "You are a hard man to track Kleiner..."
Messer Kleiner That he had been hard to find brought a hint of sincerity to his face. "I will take that as a compliment." He stopped in the street, in part so they could converse easier and in part because there was a hint of tightness in his chest. "And what service can I assist you with this night?"
Pi dArtois Pi grinnned in return. "You should." He stopped their forward movement and she took advantage of it, turning to face him. He was shorter than her, but not by much. She wasn't exactly the tallest female in the world but she had... grown, as unlikely as that might seem. Becoming a vampire had given her a growth spurt she wasn't sure where it came from but it had added at least a good 2 inches to her adult frame. "Service? Nothing right now... although, maybe something later. There is something I'd like you to do... but the choice is yours whether you do it or not."
Messer Kleiner His eyes narrowed as he studied her face. Something she wanted him to do seperate from the service he had been performing recently? And it was his choice? This was likely not going to end well. He remained silent, waiting for her offer.
Pi dArtois He didn't take the bait and she wondered if he'd turn her down flat. There really was only one way to find out. "There are two reasons I'm asking. I think you need you get out and meet more people, understand who is a part of this world you're in. And you ... observe things and I'm too conspicuous now, I can't... go out like I used to. I'd like eyes, and ears out there... and I'd like you to help me." She got to the point then, because it wasn't her way to stretch it out. "There is an auction, at the Necropolis, where you can be ... bought, and ... used, for a day... I'd like you to... participate. Either as a purchaser, or one of the ... purchased.
* Messer Kleiner sighed heavily. He knew he was in no position to actually turn her down. He still owed her quite a bit. That did not mean he could not try and work the situation to his own favor. "Used?"
Pi dArtois She nodded, understanding why he asked and attempted to assauge his concern. "Oui... the choice of... how, is agreed ahead of time. But it is a chance for you to be... seen, known and ... observe those you wouldn't ordinarily meet."
Messer Kleiner He nodded and removed his journal from his pocket, his attention moving from her face to the little book. Notating the information about the auction, he asked as he wrote, "And the funds? They go to?"
Pi dArtois "You if you earn them, I'll supply the fund... up to a point, if you buy." Holding out a piece of paper it held the details of the auction and what he needed to do to either buy or be bought. "I would prefer you let yourself be.... bought. But the choice is yours." Pi looked at the man, and realised he was taking this very well considering she was telling him to hock himself to the highest bidder. "You do not have a question?"
Messer Kleiner That the funds came to him if he sold himself made the entire scenario infinitely easier to swallow. Reaching out, he examined the flyer. The necropolis was not a place the he frequented. In fact, he had not set foot in the establishment at all. Done correctly, this entire situation would be quite profitable. "No, it seems fairly straightforward.*
* Messer Kleiner finished up his notes and turned his attention completely on her once again, "And will you or any of the other d'Artois or Canidae be participating?"
Pi dArtois "Good. I'm glad." She smiled then, a small creeping thing that came slowly and dawned bright and happy. "I can't... nor .. I think can Elliot. But I will... ask a couple others. It is time I think for us to .... have our ears to the ground. If I can organise it, you will not be the only... d'Artois in the auction."
Messer Kleiner "Might I ask why we're observing events so closely?" It was obvious something would be happening soon.
Pi dArtois "The wraiths are acting... odd." she replied quickly, knowing he needed all the information she could give him in order to know what, if anything, there could be floating around the city. "And there are... rouges, vampires who are more public than we would like... something is going to happen and I can't put my finger on it. Getting out people there will help us keep an eye, ear and finger on what might be coming. I don't know if anything is going to happen but it feels like something... might." Returning her gaze to him, it had turned serious, eyes a dark blue and piercing. "Whatever it is... we need people out there."
Messer Kleiner He had experienced some of the wraiths oddness himself but he was not too concerned about them. What did concern him was rogue, public vampires. A threat to all of them was a threat to him, and he couldn't stand for that. "Consider me out there then." His breath suitably caught he prepared to move on. "I'm afraid I have to finish my rounds now though. I still need to pay my dues."
Pi dArtois Pi nodded and smiled stepping aside so he could go back to what he was doing before she tracked him down ." Merci beacoup Kleiner."
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Doc: *text* Hows it going Ruth?
Kainai dArtois: *text* Business as usual. Do you need something?
Doc: Doc read the text, did he -need- something, right.. hes supposed to ask her? Yea thats not a good move you ******* ******** what are you thinking? He texted back *text* Nope. Just checking in.
Kainai dArtois: *It was good to hear from him. She understood that he didn't want her to become depressed or unstable again, but she had missed spending time with him and watching him grow. She texted back* Would you like to meet somewhere? *She hadn't snuck up on anyone in a long time.*
Doc: *text* How would Allister feel about that?
Kainai dArtois: *text* He never minded us spending time together. *He was a good mate. She misses him too.*
Doc: *text* Ok then.. Sure..
Kainai dArtois: As much like a fool as Ruth felt, it was impossible for her to be angry with Allistair. She understood that if he had left, he must have had a good reason. That or the shadow realm's clutches had simply become too much for him to resist. She was dressed in tight jeans, boots and a Porcupine and Associates midnight blue polo shirt. As she headed out, she texted "Moonlight Lotus?"
Doc: *text* Sure.. meet you there. *Doc left the girls apartment and headed for the Lotus. He was dressed as he normally dressed in a suit sans tie, Shoulder holster with his glock, hidden nicely by the suit coat. Arriving at the Lotus, he pushed through the front door, and paused looking about for Ruth.*
Kainai dArtois: She was watching him from a table, and lifted her arm in greeting when he looked her way. Her doe eyes had pale bags under them that stuck out from the rest of her ruddy face, the only indication of her stress. "It's good to see you again. I hope that you have been staying out of trouble."
Doc: Doc noted her appearance, it was a completely different style from when he saw her last. He also noted the tired look to her eyes. "Me and Trouble.. " he crossed his fingers, "We are thick as thieves.." He gave a closed mouth smirk..
Doc:
Kainai dArtois: "Just don't get caught," she reminded him, though he seemed to stay out of trouble better than most. "Allistair got caught. But you already knew that." She had read her mate's memories, relived his final moments, until they were too far for her to reach, and nothing but darkness remained. She had assumed that her usual sleuthing would help, but she had been unable to do anything.
Doc: Doc nodded, "yea.. No offense.. he doesn't hold it against me does he?" He had no idea that Allister hadn't returned ages ago. In his mind, it was so long ago that, yes Allister would be back. A long time back.
Kainai dArtois: Ruth had assumed that would be the case as well. She had sent Allistair encouraging telepathic messages, waited at the morgue after seven days, and nothing. On the eighth night, she had been concerned, and a week after that she knew something was wrong. Now life without him had become routine. Ruth folded her hands in her lap. "Not against a mob." She had no desire to imagine who would win in a one on one battle.
Doc: "Look, Ruth.. it wasn't personal.. " He didn't want to argue with her, "I tried to call him.. let him know it was business.. but.. he didn't take my call."
Kainai dArtois: She looked at him hopefully, then frowned when he finished his sentence. Had Allistair talked to no one? It was unlike him. She thought she knew him, but he... "I'm sorry. He was usually very communicative."
Doc: "No problem.. so hows the honeymoon?" He was hunting for things to say, that were normal, and not suggestive. He didn't want to upset her, or Allister, cause he knew Ruth would tell him everything they talked about.
Kainai dArtois: She had hoped that her use of the past tense would let him know in a subtle way, but Doc seemed flustered tonight. Perhaps that was why he had texted her. In any case, she felt much calmer. "Doc, he never came back." She stared at him quietly, she had no energy to be angry, she could hardly even grieve anymore. There was so much to do.
Doc: It took a minute for it to sink in, "Wait. What?!" His situation forgotten, "What the **** you mean he didn't come back? You two just got bound!"
Kainai dArtois: "He has not spoken to me since early July." Doc was the first person she had told, and the words sounded foreign to her own ears. Her own voice, saying something like that. It was like a nightmare. Ruth started to tremble. Allistair, her sweet taxidermist, her knight in alien armor. It felt as though she had lost a limb.
Doc: "**** Ruth.. I am sorry.. " He stared at her blankly, "Did he say anything..? Was he.. upset?" He felt like ****.. he helped send him to the SR back then. "No wonder he ignored my call.. " ****! Great going Doc.. you ******* ********. Not only do you lose your mate.. you help Ruth lose hers. "I'm kinda surprised you're actually able to be civil to me.."
Kainai dArtois: "When the warrior doesn't come back from the hunt, we do not blame the bear or the weather. Allistair knew the risks that we face, just as I do. And... you did not know he would not come back. Neither did I." She hated not knowing. That expectation of Allistair's boots being by the door every night, the reassuring sound of him feeding his cat, or seeing him hunkered over a prepared animal body. Ruth had expected these things in her heart, and when something caught her unaware, it made her feel quite lost.
Doc: "How.. " he paused, almost biting back the question, but then blurted it out, "How do you deal with it..? Cytherea's been gone 70 ******* days.. when do I give up? Or don't I.. and instead I just wait like a ******* fool?"
Kainai dArtois: It was Ruth's turn to look confused. "Would she want you to wait for her?" If Allistair were alive he would be disappointed that Ruth had fallen behind in her practice, so she had started a business, and while there was much less sex involved, it did keep Ruth functioning every night.
Doc: "I don't know.. thats the whole point.. I -dont- know." He looked at her, "We're a pair huh?" His voice was disdainful aimed at himself. He did help kill Allister. If he hadn't' maybe Allister would still be here..with Ruth... maybe.
Kainai dArtois: Ruth had no idea why someone would bind with someone without that level of understanding. "Doc... Charles. Why did you really bind to Cythrea?" She did not like to think of that day. It always made her feel guilty, being in love with two men, watching one bind to someone he had rarely even mentioned before. And when everyone else told him it was a bad idea, she had stood by him, because she thought he shared a bond with her like Ruth shared with Allistair. And this is what they had to show for it now.
Doc: "Why? Honestly.. I was attracted to her.. in love with you.. and she ******* dared me.. Its ******* flaw.. alright.... I cant ******* back down when I need to." He should have backed down the other night when he stabbed Cat. But it's like the animal in him took over and common sense wen out the window. "And then there was Elliot.. giving her ****.. treating her like ****.. I thought.. hell I cant back down and let Elliot see he might be right about her.. " He sighed, "And I do...did.. trust her."
Kainai dArtois: Ruth sighed. It was never simple, was it? She watched him speak with a gentle frown, thinking of what she could have done differently. "I am sorry I ran away when you confessed your feelings. I... it is a flaw of mine." If she hadn't run, if only she had told him the truth, and confessed to Allistair, perhaps an agreement could have been reached.
Doc: "Whats done is done.." The irony of things, what goes around comes around.. karma was a ******* *****. "None of this was your fault. Not at all. If anything.. I ruined your life the minute I met you. And I am sorry." He stood up, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea Ruth. Destruction and hurt follows me where ever I go."
Kainai dArtois: "Don't go," she begged him, searching his eyes. She did not know how to explain, but "If you go, I will have nothing." She had watched him grow from a fledgling to a vampire with a mission, and he was always alert and active when she appraised him out of concern. If she ever appraised him and saw the darkness, as with Allistair, she did not know what she could do.
Kainai dArtois: *text* Business as usual. Do you need something?
Doc: Doc read the text, did he -need- something, right.. hes supposed to ask her? Yea thats not a good move you ******* ******** what are you thinking? He texted back *text* Nope. Just checking in.
Kainai dArtois: *It was good to hear from him. She understood that he didn't want her to become depressed or unstable again, but she had missed spending time with him and watching him grow. She texted back* Would you like to meet somewhere? *She hadn't snuck up on anyone in a long time.*
Doc: *text* How would Allister feel about that?
Kainai dArtois: *text* He never minded us spending time together. *He was a good mate. She misses him too.*
Doc: *text* Ok then.. Sure..
Kainai dArtois: As much like a fool as Ruth felt, it was impossible for her to be angry with Allistair. She understood that if he had left, he must have had a good reason. That or the shadow realm's clutches had simply become too much for him to resist. She was dressed in tight jeans, boots and a Porcupine and Associates midnight blue polo shirt. As she headed out, she texted "Moonlight Lotus?"
Doc: *text* Sure.. meet you there. *Doc left the girls apartment and headed for the Lotus. He was dressed as he normally dressed in a suit sans tie, Shoulder holster with his glock, hidden nicely by the suit coat. Arriving at the Lotus, he pushed through the front door, and paused looking about for Ruth.*
Kainai dArtois: She was watching him from a table, and lifted her arm in greeting when he looked her way. Her doe eyes had pale bags under them that stuck out from the rest of her ruddy face, the only indication of her stress. "It's good to see you again. I hope that you have been staying out of trouble."
Doc: Doc noted her appearance, it was a completely different style from when he saw her last. He also noted the tired look to her eyes. "Me and Trouble.. " he crossed his fingers, "We are thick as thieves.." He gave a closed mouth smirk..
Doc:
Kainai dArtois: "Just don't get caught," she reminded him, though he seemed to stay out of trouble better than most. "Allistair got caught. But you already knew that." She had read her mate's memories, relived his final moments, until they were too far for her to reach, and nothing but darkness remained. She had assumed that her usual sleuthing would help, but she had been unable to do anything.
Doc: Doc nodded, "yea.. No offense.. he doesn't hold it against me does he?" He had no idea that Allister hadn't returned ages ago. In his mind, it was so long ago that, yes Allister would be back. A long time back.
Kainai dArtois: Ruth had assumed that would be the case as well. She had sent Allistair encouraging telepathic messages, waited at the morgue after seven days, and nothing. On the eighth night, she had been concerned, and a week after that she knew something was wrong. Now life without him had become routine. Ruth folded her hands in her lap. "Not against a mob." She had no desire to imagine who would win in a one on one battle.
Doc: "Look, Ruth.. it wasn't personal.. " He didn't want to argue with her, "I tried to call him.. let him know it was business.. but.. he didn't take my call."
Kainai dArtois: She looked at him hopefully, then frowned when he finished his sentence. Had Allistair talked to no one? It was unlike him. She thought she knew him, but he... "I'm sorry. He was usually very communicative."
Doc: "No problem.. so hows the honeymoon?" He was hunting for things to say, that were normal, and not suggestive. He didn't want to upset her, or Allister, cause he knew Ruth would tell him everything they talked about.
Kainai dArtois: She had hoped that her use of the past tense would let him know in a subtle way, but Doc seemed flustered tonight. Perhaps that was why he had texted her. In any case, she felt much calmer. "Doc, he never came back." She stared at him quietly, she had no energy to be angry, she could hardly even grieve anymore. There was so much to do.
Doc: It took a minute for it to sink in, "Wait. What?!" His situation forgotten, "What the **** you mean he didn't come back? You two just got bound!"
Kainai dArtois: "He has not spoken to me since early July." Doc was the first person she had told, and the words sounded foreign to her own ears. Her own voice, saying something like that. It was like a nightmare. Ruth started to tremble. Allistair, her sweet taxidermist, her knight in alien armor. It felt as though she had lost a limb.
Doc: "**** Ruth.. I am sorry.. " He stared at her blankly, "Did he say anything..? Was he.. upset?" He felt like ****.. he helped send him to the SR back then. "No wonder he ignored my call.. " ****! Great going Doc.. you ******* ********. Not only do you lose your mate.. you help Ruth lose hers. "I'm kinda surprised you're actually able to be civil to me.."
Kainai dArtois: "When the warrior doesn't come back from the hunt, we do not blame the bear or the weather. Allistair knew the risks that we face, just as I do. And... you did not know he would not come back. Neither did I." She hated not knowing. That expectation of Allistair's boots being by the door every night, the reassuring sound of him feeding his cat, or seeing him hunkered over a prepared animal body. Ruth had expected these things in her heart, and when something caught her unaware, it made her feel quite lost.
Doc: "How.. " he paused, almost biting back the question, but then blurted it out, "How do you deal with it..? Cytherea's been gone 70 ******* days.. when do I give up? Or don't I.. and instead I just wait like a ******* fool?"
Kainai dArtois: It was Ruth's turn to look confused. "Would she want you to wait for her?" If Allistair were alive he would be disappointed that Ruth had fallen behind in her practice, so she had started a business, and while there was much less sex involved, it did keep Ruth functioning every night.
Doc: "I don't know.. thats the whole point.. I -dont- know." He looked at her, "We're a pair huh?" His voice was disdainful aimed at himself. He did help kill Allister. If he hadn't' maybe Allister would still be here..with Ruth... maybe.
Kainai dArtois: Ruth had no idea why someone would bind with someone without that level of understanding. "Doc... Charles. Why did you really bind to Cythrea?" She did not like to think of that day. It always made her feel guilty, being in love with two men, watching one bind to someone he had rarely even mentioned before. And when everyone else told him it was a bad idea, she had stood by him, because she thought he shared a bond with her like Ruth shared with Allistair. And this is what they had to show for it now.
Doc: "Why? Honestly.. I was attracted to her.. in love with you.. and she ******* dared me.. Its ******* flaw.. alright.... I cant ******* back down when I need to." He should have backed down the other night when he stabbed Cat. But it's like the animal in him took over and common sense wen out the window. "And then there was Elliot.. giving her ****.. treating her like ****.. I thought.. hell I cant back down and let Elliot see he might be right about her.. " He sighed, "And I do...did.. trust her."
Kainai dArtois: Ruth sighed. It was never simple, was it? She watched him speak with a gentle frown, thinking of what she could have done differently. "I am sorry I ran away when you confessed your feelings. I... it is a flaw of mine." If she hadn't run, if only she had told him the truth, and confessed to Allistair, perhaps an agreement could have been reached.
Doc: "Whats done is done.." The irony of things, what goes around comes around.. karma was a ******* *****. "None of this was your fault. Not at all. If anything.. I ruined your life the minute I met you. And I am sorry." He stood up, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea Ruth. Destruction and hurt follows me where ever I go."
Kainai dArtois: "Don't go," she begged him, searching his eyes. She did not know how to explain, but "If you go, I will have nothing." She had watched him grow from a fledgling to a vampire with a mission, and he was always alert and active when she appraised him out of concern. If she ever appraised him and saw the darkness, as with Allistair, she did not know what she could do.
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Re: d'Artois: Events in Time
Doc: Doc stared at her, he should leave. She would be better if he left. But those eyes. How do you say no to those eyes? He sat down. "This isn't wise..." he muttered to himself, "Why have you stayed away from the family? Pi.." he rolled his eyes " Elliot.. the girls.. you don't need to be alone.."
Kainai dArtois: "When I killed myself, Pi is the one who found my body. I am afraid to talk to her now," Ruth admitted. She didn't want to make her sister uncomfortable. As much as her tracking skills could help the family, she felt they were better off without her.
Doc: "**** that ****.. Pi feels like crap.. thinks its something she did.. " He was lying through his teeth. He would warn Pi.. but he wanted to guilt Ruth back to the family. "She went pretty ape ****.. when you did that.. and then she made threats.. " he wasn't lying about that.."You two really need to .. make up.. " the imp in him made him add, "and let me watch,..."
Kainai dArtois: She silently pondered his words. While she had been pouring herself into the business, everything else had gotten neglected. She had to take responsibility. "I will talk to her," she assured Doc. But for now, she would talk to him. "What have you been doing with yourself?" With Cyth gone, what was he up to?
Doc: She wanted to know.. he would tell her, brutally and honest, "Killing.. " he shrugged nonchalantly. "More killing .. almost killed Cat the other night.. Not proud of that."
Kainai dArtois: She stared disapprovingly, if only there was some way she could stop him. But he never got hurt, and as far as she knew the people he killed were detrimental to society. Still, the compulsion was bothersome. And his own childe... "You must be more careful. She is an extension of yourself."
Doc: He grinned, "Then she needs to toughen up.. fast.. cause there are some folks not as forgiving as you.. and may one day see her as a viable target. If there is one thing that taught her, is to be on guard." He looked at her, "You should too, always be on guard."
Kainai dArtois: "Are you threatening me?" she teased lazily. She knew he had surpassed her in might, but this gave her more pride than anything. At least another of her projects was going well.
Doc: That lazy drawl could be a man's undoing, "I might be.. " Shut it Doc,.. this isn't wise!
Kainai dArtois: The Native woman raised an eyebrow at him slightly, "I am always watchful."
Doc: "Good.. " He forced himself to drop it. He changed the subject, "I'm classified as a sharp shooter now..."
Kainai dArtois: She smiled gently. "Congratulations. I am an entrepreneur."
Doc: "Really? What are you selling?"
Kainai dArtois: "We don't actually sell anything. It is a not for profit company. We collect grants and put on fundraisers for Native kids."
Doc: "That's a really nice thing Ruth," He realized she really was tender hearted for the humans, something he could never be accused of. More tender hearted than he had ever suspected. She was running a mission for kids for **** sake. He didn't like kids on the best of days, and he killed them on his worst. He probably shouldn't share that with her.
Kainai dArtois: "They deserve equal footing and a fighting chance," Ruth said. "Many of them have very outdated textbooks.
Doc: He keyed in on her choice of words, "To fight us Ruth?"
Kainai dArtois: She decided to be honest with him, "When farmers treat their livestock well, and they are healthy and happy, they yield better meat. The same can be said for humans, and some may grow healthy enough to become vampires themselves. My people are already nearly extinct. So yes, I do want them to put up a fight."
Doc: "Your people.. Ruth..? I thought I was your people.." He stopped, "No, don't answer. I don't want to argue. I have had a **** summer.. you have **** summer, and the last thing we needs is me making you angry.. " he sighed, "So ignore me..." It shouldn't be too ******* hard.. Cyth has ignored him for 70 days.
Kainai dArtois: "Doc, you are mine, as much as they are. I am a vampire, but that does not mean I no longer care about the Natives. I have such power, I use it to help them. I do not intend to lead a war, or to overthrow vampires."
Doc: "Ruth don't get mad.. I am irritable. I am frustrated.. very frustrated.. and i have a short fuse. Just ignore my insinuations.. except that I am very frustrated.." He looks at her, "Did I mention I was frustrated?"
Kainai dArtois: She tilted her head at him, studying him. "I know how you feel." It had been a long time since she had let her frustrations out. She missed her Allistair...
Doc: "And you know what the really shitty part is? Now I cant even ******* drink to forget it." He grimaced, "And if you can.. don't even tell me."
Kainai dArtois: She shook her head. "No. I cannot. I have been wrapped up in the business. It is my passion now, but..." She trailed off. It wasn't enough.
Doc: Doc wasn't even a little ashamed that he was glad she couldn't drink either. Finally someone else in this ******* city that cant drink. "Good!" He meant good that she couldn't drink, but he decided to play it off on her business.. "I am too ******* lazy for a business.."
Kainai dArtois: "I'm sure you could do it if you applied yourself. The key is to hire good employees who can manage things for you during the day." She would not be nearly as successful without her staff.
Doc: "yea.. not gonna happen.. I am happy working for Bella.. shes not that demanding.."
Kainai dArtois: She nodded, to each their own. She wanted to help him with his frustrations, perhaps he would kill less if he was not so tortured over Cytherea. But what could she say? She decided to be her usual articulate self, and handed him a piece of paper from her pocket. "My card." Her business card, it showed a pseudonym, Marie Redmoon.
Doc: He accepted the Card. He read it. "Marie.. ?" He shrugs. "I guess I shouldn't call you 'Ruth' anymore?"
Kainai dArtois: "You can always call me Ruth. Marie is my business name. I am officially a Missing Person."
Doc: "Which is why.. if I ma calling you Ruth.. someone.. might.. overhear" He offers his hand, "It's nice to meet you Marie.."
Kainai dArtois: She frowned at him. "Give me that back." She snatches at her business card.
Doc: He yanks it our of reach, "No.. " and then the devil in him said it.. "...Indian giver.."
Kainai dArtois: She gave him a well deserved smack on the cheek, then leaned across the table, scrambling. "You're making a spectacle," She accused him.
Doc: Doc laughed, "Me?!" He was genuinely amused. "Why Marie!" he said it louder than he needed to .. "I am surprised at you"
Kainai dArtois: Ruth was also amused, but she feigned displeasure and stood up. "Fine, you can call me Marie."
Doc: "Thank You MARIE.. " he grinned..
Kainai dArtois: She facepalmed, ruddy flesh darkening with a blush. She had some regrets.
Doc: He tucked the business card into his inside jacket pocket, and patted it. "I will keep it safe."
Kainai dArtois: "...Thank you," she said carefully, wanting to smack him again but refraining. It would only make him smile more. Wait, did she not want him to smile? Now Ruth was confused.
Kainai dArtois: "When I killed myself, Pi is the one who found my body. I am afraid to talk to her now," Ruth admitted. She didn't want to make her sister uncomfortable. As much as her tracking skills could help the family, she felt they were better off without her.
Doc: "**** that ****.. Pi feels like crap.. thinks its something she did.. " He was lying through his teeth. He would warn Pi.. but he wanted to guilt Ruth back to the family. "She went pretty ape ****.. when you did that.. and then she made threats.. " he wasn't lying about that.."You two really need to .. make up.. " the imp in him made him add, "and let me watch,..."
Kainai dArtois: She silently pondered his words. While she had been pouring herself into the business, everything else had gotten neglected. She had to take responsibility. "I will talk to her," she assured Doc. But for now, she would talk to him. "What have you been doing with yourself?" With Cyth gone, what was he up to?
Doc: She wanted to know.. he would tell her, brutally and honest, "Killing.. " he shrugged nonchalantly. "More killing .. almost killed Cat the other night.. Not proud of that."
Kainai dArtois: She stared disapprovingly, if only there was some way she could stop him. But he never got hurt, and as far as she knew the people he killed were detrimental to society. Still, the compulsion was bothersome. And his own childe... "You must be more careful. She is an extension of yourself."
Doc: He grinned, "Then she needs to toughen up.. fast.. cause there are some folks not as forgiving as you.. and may one day see her as a viable target. If there is one thing that taught her, is to be on guard." He looked at her, "You should too, always be on guard."
Kainai dArtois: "Are you threatening me?" she teased lazily. She knew he had surpassed her in might, but this gave her more pride than anything. At least another of her projects was going well.
Doc: That lazy drawl could be a man's undoing, "I might be.. " Shut it Doc,.. this isn't wise!
Kainai dArtois: The Native woman raised an eyebrow at him slightly, "I am always watchful."
Doc: "Good.. " He forced himself to drop it. He changed the subject, "I'm classified as a sharp shooter now..."
Kainai dArtois: She smiled gently. "Congratulations. I am an entrepreneur."
Doc: "Really? What are you selling?"
Kainai dArtois: "We don't actually sell anything. It is a not for profit company. We collect grants and put on fundraisers for Native kids."
Doc: "That's a really nice thing Ruth," He realized she really was tender hearted for the humans, something he could never be accused of. More tender hearted than he had ever suspected. She was running a mission for kids for **** sake. He didn't like kids on the best of days, and he killed them on his worst. He probably shouldn't share that with her.
Kainai dArtois: "They deserve equal footing and a fighting chance," Ruth said. "Many of them have very outdated textbooks.
Doc: He keyed in on her choice of words, "To fight us Ruth?"
Kainai dArtois: She decided to be honest with him, "When farmers treat their livestock well, and they are healthy and happy, they yield better meat. The same can be said for humans, and some may grow healthy enough to become vampires themselves. My people are already nearly extinct. So yes, I do want them to put up a fight."
Doc: "Your people.. Ruth..? I thought I was your people.." He stopped, "No, don't answer. I don't want to argue. I have had a **** summer.. you have **** summer, and the last thing we needs is me making you angry.. " he sighed, "So ignore me..." It shouldn't be too ******* hard.. Cyth has ignored him for 70 days.
Kainai dArtois: "Doc, you are mine, as much as they are. I am a vampire, but that does not mean I no longer care about the Natives. I have such power, I use it to help them. I do not intend to lead a war, or to overthrow vampires."
Doc: "Ruth don't get mad.. I am irritable. I am frustrated.. very frustrated.. and i have a short fuse. Just ignore my insinuations.. except that I am very frustrated.." He looks at her, "Did I mention I was frustrated?"
Kainai dArtois: She tilted her head at him, studying him. "I know how you feel." It had been a long time since she had let her frustrations out. She missed her Allistair...
Doc: "And you know what the really shitty part is? Now I cant even ******* drink to forget it." He grimaced, "And if you can.. don't even tell me."
Kainai dArtois: She shook her head. "No. I cannot. I have been wrapped up in the business. It is my passion now, but..." She trailed off. It wasn't enough.
Doc: Doc wasn't even a little ashamed that he was glad she couldn't drink either. Finally someone else in this ******* city that cant drink. "Good!" He meant good that she couldn't drink, but he decided to play it off on her business.. "I am too ******* lazy for a business.."
Kainai dArtois: "I'm sure you could do it if you applied yourself. The key is to hire good employees who can manage things for you during the day." She would not be nearly as successful without her staff.
Doc: "yea.. not gonna happen.. I am happy working for Bella.. shes not that demanding.."
Kainai dArtois: She nodded, to each their own. She wanted to help him with his frustrations, perhaps he would kill less if he was not so tortured over Cytherea. But what could she say? She decided to be her usual articulate self, and handed him a piece of paper from her pocket. "My card." Her business card, it showed a pseudonym, Marie Redmoon.
Doc: He accepted the Card. He read it. "Marie.. ?" He shrugs. "I guess I shouldn't call you 'Ruth' anymore?"
Kainai dArtois: "You can always call me Ruth. Marie is my business name. I am officially a Missing Person."
Doc: "Which is why.. if I ma calling you Ruth.. someone.. might.. overhear" He offers his hand, "It's nice to meet you Marie.."
Kainai dArtois: She frowned at him. "Give me that back." She snatches at her business card.
Doc: He yanks it our of reach, "No.. " and then the devil in him said it.. "...Indian giver.."
Kainai dArtois: She gave him a well deserved smack on the cheek, then leaned across the table, scrambling. "You're making a spectacle," She accused him.
Doc: Doc laughed, "Me?!" He was genuinely amused. "Why Marie!" he said it louder than he needed to .. "I am surprised at you"
Kainai dArtois: Ruth was also amused, but she feigned displeasure and stood up. "Fine, you can call me Marie."
Doc: "Thank You MARIE.. " he grinned..
Kainai dArtois: She facepalmed, ruddy flesh darkening with a blush. She had some regrets.
Doc: He tucked the business card into his inside jacket pocket, and patted it. "I will keep it safe."
Kainai dArtois: "...Thank you," she said carefully, wanting to smack him again but refraining. It would only make him smile more. Wait, did she not want him to smile? Now Ruth was confused.
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Re: d'Artois: Events in Time
"--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--"
Doc: Doc headed to the girls apartment. He was hoping that Jacqui was there, as he needed her input. He had already asked .. or.. gotten Cat's brutal assessment. He wanted Jacq's. Not that Cat's wasn’t enough. But maybe she would tell him.. **** he didn't know. He knocked on the apartment door, and waited.
Catherine Nilson: Cat had been on the computer when the door was knocked upon. As the elder vampire sibling, it was her duty to answer the door and, if something bad was behind it, to protect the small bachelor pad from the intruder. Jacqui could help, she guessed. If she wanted. Cat waited a second by the door. "Who is it?" she asked in a deadpan voice.
Doc: Doc sighed, and decided not fight it this time.. "Dr. Charles Nilson."
Catherine Nilson: "What's the password?"
Jacquiline: Hearing the knock Jacquiline looked up from her computer hearing Cat's question and the response given she couldn't help but to chuckle. Closing the laptop she saved what she had been working on and grinned laughing.
Catherine Nilson: Cat stage whispers loudly in Jacqui's direction, "I told him there was a password."
Doc: "Open the ******* Door!"
Jacquiline: She grinned to Cat watching and listening to what was taking place.
Catherine Nilson: Cat frowned. How did he know? How did he know?! Regardless, she is a vampire of honor and lets him into the apartment, then stepped quickly out of knife's reach just in case.
Doc: Doc glared at Cat as he passed her on his way in. His glare lightened when he saw Jacq. "Jacq.. good to see you. How are you?" He needed to do the 'perfunctual polite small talk' first. With Cat he could just blurt it out. But Jacq, she was different.
Jacquiline: Looking at Doc she shrugged simply. "Well Im here and doing fine you?"
Catherine Nilson: Cat sauntered to the computer chair and quickly exited out of whatever it was that she had been researching, which was absolutely not BSDM related or even sexual in nature. She turned the computer chair around to watch Jacqui and Doc.
Doc: Thank god small talk was over, "Me.. ?" He sat on the couch, "Since you asked.. Say .. you haven't heard from your.. spouse in 75 days.. what would you think?"
Jacquiline: "They left me and were a cheating ******** and I would hunt them down and kill their ***." She looked at him she was being dead serious as mean as it may sound.
Catherine Nilson: "Cyth hasn't talked to Doc in 75 days," Cat announced to Jacqui in case she hadn't already gotten that from Doc's question. "He also bought her a house. A really big one."
Doc: Doc glared at Cat once more. "I don't know that she's cheated.. Hell I can’t ******* find her..." As he looked back at Jac.
Jacquiline: "Oh she gets a damn house and we get a one bedroom apartment and she isn't even putting out!"
Catherine Nilson: Cat stared at Doc disapprovingly in unison with Jacqui. "Yeah."
Jacquiline: "Hell I'd be wound tight to if I didn't get laid no wonder you kill people."
Doc: Doc pinched the bridge of his nose and counted. **** this ****. He stood up. "Yea.. I'm a ******* asshole.. with a gun. Tread ******* warily."
Jacquiline: "Calm down Doc, has she shown up dead anywhere has anyone heard anything of her.?" She said in a very calm tone.
Catherine Nilson: Cat left the house thing for now. She knew that making Doc even angrier wasn't going to help her get the house. She also knew that he would stab her again if she got uppity enough.
Doc: Doc counted. "No. Shes not answering my texts. I've emailed .. nothing. I cant find her." He stopped, and thought a minute before he just stared, "She was smiling at me when she left.. 75 ******* days ago!"
Catherine Nilson: "That's fucked up," Cat provided helpfully.
Jacquiline: "Well she either left or is being held hostage somewhere." She thought about it for a while. "Doc do you believe she would just leave you I mean well was every facet of the relationship... plea....happy?"
Doc: "She wasn't UNhappy."
Jacquiline: "Was she fully satisfied?"
Doc: "Yes." The word fired like a bullet.
Jacquiline: "Well then maybe she's dead.. or she got sick of being here, or someone has her as a hostage somewhere those are the options as twisted as they may be."
Catherine Nilson: "We can go find her," Cat mused.
Jacquiline: "You have a choice continue looking and waiting or move on from her that choice is yours to make. I can look on the police records and see if there is anything though I highly doubt they would have much on her meaning she is a vampire."
Jacquiline: She is a vampire right?"
Doc: "Yes.. she is.. but could you check.. just to make sure..? I mean I've been checking the morgue every week.. nothing." He didn't really mean to let that out.. it just slipped out.
Jacquiline: She nodded to him. "I will look now." Grabbing her laptop she hacked into the police documents. "Her full name?"
Doc: "Aurora Cytherea Lawson.. I don't know if she took my last name or not.. Cytherea Nilson.."
Jacquiline: "I will try both." within few moments she was searching the database for both names and nothing popped up. It was like she didn't even exist. "The police have nothing Doc."
Catherine Nilson: "She must have driven like an angel," Cat said quietly.
Jacquiline: "NO I mean nothing, nothing no paper trails, credit cards NOTHING at all its like she doesn't even exist."
Doc: Doc smirked ruefully and shook his head. "She was good at B&E's.. wonder if she erased herself... so she could start over.. "
Jacquiline: "No there would be a trail. Jones: Doc you don't get it, there is nothing on her no birth records absolutely nothing on her."
Catherine Nilson: Cat missed Cyth. She stared glumly.
Jacquiline: "If there had ever been anything I could find it, I would find it, and nothing exisits on this woman."
Catherine Nilson: Cat spoke up suddenly, "Maybe she's hiding in the house you got her. We should go there and look." The girl stood and reached for her backpack.
Doc: "Yea..." He knew what she was saying. Deep down he felt like ****. He had been mad at her leaving.. and not answering him. But now, knowing she erased herself, made him realize she had played him along. The smile, and the 'just a short break' was to just give her time to disappear.
Jacquiline: "Im sorry Doc." Was all she could say.
Doc: "It's ok.. I've been fucked over before. I will be fucked over again.. "
Jacquiline: "Thats your choice if you get fucked over you gotta find the right person at least this is what I am told. Then again I have a dead boyfriend and I am the only one who see's him and he wont leave so hey I know all about dysfunction."
Doc: "Yea.. we're a ******* poster family for dysfunction." He smirked coldly.
Catherine Nilson: Cat set down her bag and sat next to Jacqui.
Jacquiline: "It would seem so." she shook her head. "Hell I think Cat is the only one who can even get close to getting laid." She laughed and evil one as she shook her head and readjusted in her seat.
Doc: "Cat? Yea.. the wench.. There's Brian.. or was it Brad.. Axel.. some cop.."
Jacquiline: "That cop I know..." She laughs and shrugs. "Oh well eventually you will.. I am sure"
Catherine Nilson: "I'm only seeing Axel now," Cat chimed in.
Doc: "Bug Boy..."
Doc: Doc looks at Jac, "Dude is riddled with insects..."
Jacquiline: "Well thats disgusting."
Jacquiline: "Does he have crabs?"
Catherine Nilson: Cat was just gazing wistfully aside and night dreaming about Axel.
Catherine Nilson: Correcting Jacqui, she explained "No, crabs need salt water."
Jacquiline: She laughed and grinned. "Well you never know if he has all those bugs."
Doc: "crabs.. centipedes, millipedes.. ****** names them..."
Catherine Nilson: "Scuttles lives in his nose."
Jacquiline: "Thats disgusting I may be into some... different tastes sexually but bugs mm that is stretching my limits."
Doc: Doc points at Jac and looks at Cat, as if to silently say, 'you should listen to her'
Jacquiline: "Hell I will let someone cut me before I go for bugs."
Catherine Nilson: "I don't have to hug the bugs or hold hands with the bugs," Cat explained.
Doc: Doc points at Jac -again- and looks at Cat, as if to silently say, 'see? you should listen to her'
Jacquiline: "But they are always there."
Doc: Doc watched as Cat's phone rang, and she took it into the bedroom, "Its probably him..." He shakes his head some, "That is one weird dude.."
Doc: Doc headed to the girls apartment. He was hoping that Jacqui was there, as he needed her input. He had already asked .. or.. gotten Cat's brutal assessment. He wanted Jacq's. Not that Cat's wasn’t enough. But maybe she would tell him.. **** he didn't know. He knocked on the apartment door, and waited.
Catherine Nilson: Cat had been on the computer when the door was knocked upon. As the elder vampire sibling, it was her duty to answer the door and, if something bad was behind it, to protect the small bachelor pad from the intruder. Jacqui could help, she guessed. If she wanted. Cat waited a second by the door. "Who is it?" she asked in a deadpan voice.
Doc: Doc sighed, and decided not fight it this time.. "Dr. Charles Nilson."
Catherine Nilson: "What's the password?"
Jacquiline: Hearing the knock Jacquiline looked up from her computer hearing Cat's question and the response given she couldn't help but to chuckle. Closing the laptop she saved what she had been working on and grinned laughing.
Catherine Nilson: Cat stage whispers loudly in Jacqui's direction, "I told him there was a password."
Doc: "Open the ******* Door!"
Jacquiline: She grinned to Cat watching and listening to what was taking place.
Catherine Nilson: Cat frowned. How did he know? How did he know?! Regardless, she is a vampire of honor and lets him into the apartment, then stepped quickly out of knife's reach just in case.
Doc: Doc glared at Cat as he passed her on his way in. His glare lightened when he saw Jacq. "Jacq.. good to see you. How are you?" He needed to do the 'perfunctual polite small talk' first. With Cat he could just blurt it out. But Jacq, she was different.
Jacquiline: Looking at Doc she shrugged simply. "Well Im here and doing fine you?"
Catherine Nilson: Cat sauntered to the computer chair and quickly exited out of whatever it was that she had been researching, which was absolutely not BSDM related or even sexual in nature. She turned the computer chair around to watch Jacqui and Doc.
Doc: Thank god small talk was over, "Me.. ?" He sat on the couch, "Since you asked.. Say .. you haven't heard from your.. spouse in 75 days.. what would you think?"
Jacquiline: "They left me and were a cheating ******** and I would hunt them down and kill their ***." She looked at him she was being dead serious as mean as it may sound.
Catherine Nilson: "Cyth hasn't talked to Doc in 75 days," Cat announced to Jacqui in case she hadn't already gotten that from Doc's question. "He also bought her a house. A really big one."
Doc: Doc glared at Cat once more. "I don't know that she's cheated.. Hell I can’t ******* find her..." As he looked back at Jac.
Jacquiline: "Oh she gets a damn house and we get a one bedroom apartment and she isn't even putting out!"
Catherine Nilson: Cat stared at Doc disapprovingly in unison with Jacqui. "Yeah."
Jacquiline: "Hell I'd be wound tight to if I didn't get laid no wonder you kill people."
Doc: Doc pinched the bridge of his nose and counted. **** this ****. He stood up. "Yea.. I'm a ******* asshole.. with a gun. Tread ******* warily."
Jacquiline: "Calm down Doc, has she shown up dead anywhere has anyone heard anything of her.?" She said in a very calm tone.
Catherine Nilson: Cat left the house thing for now. She knew that making Doc even angrier wasn't going to help her get the house. She also knew that he would stab her again if she got uppity enough.
Doc: Doc counted. "No. Shes not answering my texts. I've emailed .. nothing. I cant find her." He stopped, and thought a minute before he just stared, "She was smiling at me when she left.. 75 ******* days ago!"
Catherine Nilson: "That's fucked up," Cat provided helpfully.
Jacquiline: "Well she either left or is being held hostage somewhere." She thought about it for a while. "Doc do you believe she would just leave you I mean well was every facet of the relationship... plea....happy?"
Doc: "She wasn't UNhappy."
Jacquiline: "Was she fully satisfied?"
Doc: "Yes." The word fired like a bullet.
Jacquiline: "Well then maybe she's dead.. or she got sick of being here, or someone has her as a hostage somewhere those are the options as twisted as they may be."
Catherine Nilson: "We can go find her," Cat mused.
Jacquiline: "You have a choice continue looking and waiting or move on from her that choice is yours to make. I can look on the police records and see if there is anything though I highly doubt they would have much on her meaning she is a vampire."
Jacquiline: She is a vampire right?"
Doc: "Yes.. she is.. but could you check.. just to make sure..? I mean I've been checking the morgue every week.. nothing." He didn't really mean to let that out.. it just slipped out.
Jacquiline: She nodded to him. "I will look now." Grabbing her laptop she hacked into the police documents. "Her full name?"
Doc: "Aurora Cytherea Lawson.. I don't know if she took my last name or not.. Cytherea Nilson.."
Jacquiline: "I will try both." within few moments she was searching the database for both names and nothing popped up. It was like she didn't even exist. "The police have nothing Doc."
Catherine Nilson: "She must have driven like an angel," Cat said quietly.
Jacquiline: "NO I mean nothing, nothing no paper trails, credit cards NOTHING at all its like she doesn't even exist."
Doc: Doc smirked ruefully and shook his head. "She was good at B&E's.. wonder if she erased herself... so she could start over.. "
Jacquiline: "No there would be a trail. Jones: Doc you don't get it, there is nothing on her no birth records absolutely nothing on her."
Catherine Nilson: Cat missed Cyth. She stared glumly.
Jacquiline: "If there had ever been anything I could find it, I would find it, and nothing exisits on this woman."
Catherine Nilson: Cat spoke up suddenly, "Maybe she's hiding in the house you got her. We should go there and look." The girl stood and reached for her backpack.
Doc: "Yea..." He knew what she was saying. Deep down he felt like ****. He had been mad at her leaving.. and not answering him. But now, knowing she erased herself, made him realize she had played him along. The smile, and the 'just a short break' was to just give her time to disappear.
Jacquiline: "Im sorry Doc." Was all she could say.
Doc: "It's ok.. I've been fucked over before. I will be fucked over again.. "
Jacquiline: "Thats your choice if you get fucked over you gotta find the right person at least this is what I am told. Then again I have a dead boyfriend and I am the only one who see's him and he wont leave so hey I know all about dysfunction."
Doc: "Yea.. we're a ******* poster family for dysfunction." He smirked coldly.
Catherine Nilson: Cat set down her bag and sat next to Jacqui.
Jacquiline: "It would seem so." she shook her head. "Hell I think Cat is the only one who can even get close to getting laid." She laughed and evil one as she shook her head and readjusted in her seat.
Doc: "Cat? Yea.. the wench.. There's Brian.. or was it Brad.. Axel.. some cop.."
Jacquiline: "That cop I know..." She laughs and shrugs. "Oh well eventually you will.. I am sure"
Catherine Nilson: "I'm only seeing Axel now," Cat chimed in.
Doc: "Bug Boy..."
Doc: Doc looks at Jac, "Dude is riddled with insects..."
Jacquiline: "Well thats disgusting."
Jacquiline: "Does he have crabs?"
Catherine Nilson: Cat was just gazing wistfully aside and night dreaming about Axel.
Catherine Nilson: Correcting Jacqui, she explained "No, crabs need salt water."
Jacquiline: She laughed and grinned. "Well you never know if he has all those bugs."
Doc: "crabs.. centipedes, millipedes.. ****** names them..."
Catherine Nilson: "Scuttles lives in his nose."
Jacquiline: "Thats disgusting I may be into some... different tastes sexually but bugs mm that is stretching my limits."
Doc: Doc points at Jac and looks at Cat, as if to silently say, 'you should listen to her'
Jacquiline: "Hell I will let someone cut me before I go for bugs."
Catherine Nilson: "I don't have to hug the bugs or hold hands with the bugs," Cat explained.
Doc: Doc points at Jac -again- and looks at Cat, as if to silently say, 'see? you should listen to her'
Jacquiline: "But they are always there."
Doc: Doc watched as Cat's phone rang, and she took it into the bedroom, "Its probably him..." He shakes his head some, "That is one weird dude.."