Quarantine Meetings

[Yvette (DELETED 4631)]

~~The following is a transcript of a live chat roleplay~~

* Yvette leaned against the wall behind the door, lightly cleaning her recently-acquired sword with a rag. The blade of the weapon was chipped in a couple places and stained with zombie blood and guts. Zombie ears and fingers in a plastic bag hung on her left hip, her long hair in a tight ponytail. Rain-forest green eyes, reptilian in nature, flicked up now and then, in case the undead corpses tried to sneak up.
* Adriel came into the deserted place to settle down and rest. Again, damn him, he'd been caught out in the sun when it rose. He hadn't learned his lesson yet. No amount of prayer would stop it from burning him. Opening the door, he stepped within and breathed a sigh of relief when he dropped down to sit against a wall. The priest thought he was alone for the moment, head tipped back into the wall as he mumbled off another half-hearted attempt to pray.
* Yvette was unprepared for the onslaught of pain. Sure, the cross pendant she'd had on, that she'd put her hand to upon being turned, had burned into her palm. The mark was still there, though fading, and she couldn't even look at her own hand. But something so simple as a singed vampire male in prayer felt like fire in her blood, worse than any the sun could conjure into her. "Shut up!" she hissed. "Shut upshut upshut UP!" Normally, she wouldn't do such a thing, but he wasn't the only one she was talking to. One of the spirits, who claimed her name was Eliza, was currently reciting the Lord's Prayer in her ear.
* Adriel stopped and looked across to the other vampire. Quickly, he gathered to his feet and pressed hard into the wall. His hand touched the near-useless hunting blade he had, just incase. He didn't believe in murder, but he knew he needed to protect himself. "I am not here to cause harm," the Italian said, accent clearly pronounced with each word. "I only come here to rest." One hand lifted as a gesture of defence. "Please."
* Yvette , having dropped her blade to cover her ears, shook her head for a minute of two before straightening and pulling her hands away gently. "Just don't say those words, and we will be fine," she said, green eyes turning to the empty air to her left, near a shattered table. "You too, Eliza. Don't make me decapitate you." The ghost, Eliza, stuck her tongue out at the vampire woman. The other vampire could not see her. She was quite safe, and very much dead.
* Adriel watched her closely. He followed where she stared, and saw nothing. "Does prayer bother you?" he asked as he slowly put his blade away. If she attacked, it would do little to help. He could barely kill a zombie, let alone a vampire.
* Yvette slowly bent to lift her blade, sliding it into the sheath at her left hip. "It didn't used to. I would pray before meals, before bed, even upon awakening. Somehow, when I was -" She cut off, tilting her head slightly and taking a step closer. "You are a childe of Superbia," she said gently. She could feel the almost familial bond of her sire's blood flowing through his veins.
* Adriel stepped back again, and slid along the wall, away from her. She did frighten him. Although, many vampires did. He didn't know what to expect of them. ". . .I am," he answered, then brought back to what she said before. "You need not lose your faith because of what you are. You can be forgiven."
* Yvette laughed haltingly, rolling her green eyes. "How when I cannot even handle a man in prayer near me?" she said gently. "It's like fire, like magma being poured through my veins..." She blinked a couple times. "Superbia is a great woman, is she not? We are lucky to have her as our guide in this darkness."
* Adriel stopped moving and stared, the brown eyes matching in Dragomir appearance. "We can work on it. You can be helped," he kept on, then nodded. Ah, Superbia. "She's wonderful. She . . . she did this to you, as well?"
* Yvette nodded lightly. "It is a gift, to be clear. I do not feel damned, but...blessed." It was hard to put into words. "As if...He has gifted me with my mama in a younger figure. I was two when she passed." As she spoke of her mother, the Texan twang she kept so subtle normally became just that much more pronounced. "I'm Yvette."
* Adriel swallowed drly. She intimidated him; it was the zombie parts, the blood. But he looked past it. "I do not know if this is a blessing or not," he replied. He questioned it every day since. "But we will see in time. I am Fath . ." he paused. "I am Adriel."
* Yvette nodded lightly, extending her hand. She kept mostly clean when fighting zombies, but sometimes they did make a big splatter. Her light blue tank top and black jeans were spattered with drying blood. "S'a pleasure," she said. Her father had raised her to be polite to the men of the Church - that wasn't gonna stop now that she was dead and couldn't set foot in one without her skin smoking.
* Adriel took her hand after some hestitation, and gave it a healthy shake before withdrawing. For a priest, he was young. Just a year into his service when Suberbia had turned him. "She did not tell me about you, but I knew she made others."
* Yvette laughed openly, showing the fangs that never retracted. Just under an inch in length and most definitely sharp as razors. "How old are you to this life?" she asked, genuinely curious. "I know Bee's not that old, but she's older than us in it."
* Adriel looked aside. "To this life? I have been here but. . .weeks. A month, perhaps. I'm unsure."
* Yvette nodded slightly. "And I have been here only a couple of weeks, if that. Flew in from eastern Europe just 'cause of," she gestured with her right hand vaguely at the building and the door, "this place. A whole district of the city under quarantine. Enough to make any horror-lovin' girl curious."
* Adriel stared at her oddly, truly curious. "You came here because of these . . . undead?" he asked. "I could not imagine coming here for these, by purpose."
* Yvette grinned. "I love to travel, see new things, and an entire district under mysterious quarantine - didn't know it was undead critters 'til I got to talkin' 'round town, though - is always a good start to a horror flick. Heck, look a 30 Days of Night. Not a quarantine, but an entire month of darkness!"
* Adriel didn't understand, but he nodded and smiled patiently as if he did. "Yes, I understand," he said. "I knew nothing, either. I did not know what Suberbia was until she explained to me. . .after." He touched his neck. "Vampires. Of all creatures to be real."
* Yvette nodded gently. "Vampires always make good bad guys, but not always. Lestat, now I liked him. Brat Prince, some of the characters called him, and boy, did that title fit!" She giggled. "Too bad Lestat ain't real. He'd be fun to learn from."
* Adriel nodded slowly. "Yes. . .Yes, I'm sure. A vampire from one of your horror movies?"
* Yvette nodded. "And a great book series." She lightly punched him in the shoulder, still grinning. "Not much a fan of scary stuff?"
* Adriel smiled again at her, unsure of how to react. "I do not read much outside of my bible."
* Yvette grinned, not going to push him any further, just resting against the wall. "So I take it you have no prior knowledge of how to fight?"
‹Adriel› I am not a man of violence.
‹Yvette› I understand. Most of what I know is from sport.
‹Yvette› Local archery competitions in Texas, fencing classes...
‹Adriel› I am trying to learn with this blade, but it's difficult.
* Yvette laughed lightly. "I think I can help with that. Lemme see it."

[Adriel (DELETED 4596)]

~~The following is a transcript of a live chat roleplay~~

* Adriel passed over the elite hunting knife he had purchased.
* Yvette stared at the thing. "This will not do," she said. "Ain't ya heard? There's a spot in Swansdale where, if ya go inside, ya can find some pretty great stuff. 'Course, failin' that, I could just get ya somethin' off the auction house."
* Adriel shook his head. "I don't know much. I am learning, still. She is explaining everything bit by bit. I'm a weak vampire, it seems."
* Yvette laughs softly. "I'm younger than you and I already got a better blade," she said, drawing it from the sheath and pointing it at the wall. "Found this in the Swansdale place, just lyin' on the floor. Great find. Cuts through zombies like butter!"
* Adriel steppped back from her when she drew out the blade. ". . .Perhaps I will. . .find one, myself. Where is this place?"
* Yvette shrugs. "Found it by accident. Bee was inside, though. Said a quick hello. She was in a...." she tried to word it. "A state of undress." There. That worked. She sheathed the blade.
* Adriel 's head tilted his head. "A state of undress?" he asked. "What do you mean by that?"
‹Yvette› I mean she was buck-*** nekkid.
‹Adriel› ... Why?
* Yvette immediately clapped her hand over her mouth. "Sorry," she said, not removing her hands. "I meant no offence. And I have no idea. Other people were around, too. About half of 'em were either naked or wearing a trench and nothin' else."
* Adriel laughed then. "Do not be afraid of offending me. That's a strange happening to walk into."
* Yvette shrugs. "Old habits an' all that," she said, tightening her ponytail. "It was a bit weird, but, eh. Get used to it. Did you have to cross the sewers?"
* Adriel nodded. "I did go through the sewers, yes. It's not something I enjoy doing. I debate coming here at all. I have been traveling the city, instead. Since I seem to be a new resident."
* Yvette clapped her hand to his shoulder. "What kind are ya? Vampire, I mean. I'm...mind-fixed," she said. She didn't like the word "telepath," didn't know why, so she kept trying to find a better word for it. Mind-fixed was her favorite so far.
‹Adriel› You mean...? Ah, I am a. . .Allurist, I think is what it's called. I don't know what it means exactly.
* Yvette nods slightly. "That's funny. A preacher as a glam vamp."
‹Adriel› Glam vamp?
‹Yvette› Yeah. You attract the eye, like a diamond attracts a thief.
‹Adriel› That would explain why I've been shot in the sewers.
‹Yvette› More nude idiots with a death wish.
‹Adriel› It wasn't a pleasant experience.
* Yvette nodded. "Is it healin' all right? I don't have the powers dead-vamps have - they can heal people with just a word or somethin'. Bee can heal herself."
* Adriel shook his head. "I am healed. I healed before. Now it's the sun that's hurt me."
‹Yvette› Lemme get a look.
* Adriel stepped close and showed his burned face, neck, and hands. The rest of him was finely covered.
* Yvette scoffed lightly. "Get your butt inside before the sunrise. Bee wouldn't be too happy to see these." She pulled a tube of burn cream from her back pocket. "Snagged it in case. You have it. I can always get another."
* Adriel frowned. "Do not tell her, please. She need not worry. I will return to the temple before the sun this time."
* Yvette nodded a bit. "I got into one of the tombs in the graveyard next door. Ira. Pretty sure it's a family thing or somethin'. If you find yourself in this place before sun-up, head for it. It's cozy."
* Adriel sighed. "A tomb. This is a strange lifestyle."
* Yvette laughed. "It's better than gettin' burned."
‹Adriel› Yes.. you are right there. I should go care for these burns.
* Adriel accepted the burn cream.
* Yvette put a hand on his shoulder. "Keep in touch. I know Bee'll be happy that her...uh...." Her voice trailed off. She whispered, "What the **** was that word?" After a moment, the light-bulb happened. "Ah-ha! She'll be happy her childer are talkin'."
* Adriel nodded as he stared at her oddly. "We'll speak again soon," he said. "I will buy me a phone soon. Learn to use it. It was good talking with you. And thank you for the cream."
* Yvette grinned. "Was good to meet ya, Adriel."
‹Adriel› You too.