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Tate: Satanist, voodoo-queen, devil worshipper. That's what her mother would be calling her if she ever caught wind of the activities that Tate had begun to take part in. Rituals were just an easier excuse for her to bond with her sire in all reality, but, at least she was talented with them. The ***** of the situation, however, was not the demi-fae that escaped if she were to accidentally say something wrong, or if she ran out of binding agents, no. It was finding the damn ingredients itself - and at that moment, Tate was in search of Black Maple Leaves and silver rings for her sire. The former, she'd gotten two. Rings? Nothing. So, the tiny ginger was pickpocketing, flirting with strangers and letting them think she was innocent.

Olive: "Im Olive." Olive shook the womans hand and smiled warmly, slipping a silver ring from it expertly before she nodded and put her hands in her pockets nonscholantly (SP) before she stepped away. Even if the woman had felt it (which she hadnt as she continued to move along) she wouldnt have seen anything as Olive had been invisible. She wondered just how much time she had left in her form, though she was sure she had enough time to pickpocket one or two more people, she just didnt feel like it. Sliding to a secluded area, she didnt even bother to look around as she simply let the power go, returning back to her visibility by will as she looked down to her hand that still had the ring in it.

Olive: It shone in the dim lights of the raid as she stared at it. She didnt need it, she had plenty. She'd probably sell it. She stuffed it in her back pocket and moved to cross to the door for the second floor, checking her pockets for the key she had.


Tate: One. That was the amount she'd gotten and as she moved to find her sire in the raid to give him what she'd found. Later, she'd return to Bullwood and sell what she could. Tate's boss was quiet and she always had a steady paycheck, but it didn't hurt to have extra in the bank when it came to prices - Albino Crow Eyes were 5k and Cai had been using them a lot. That still reminded Tate she needed to study a bit more, too; she'd try Vathia Clarity eventually, but for now, she was content to gather things for her sire. She was about to sit down and rest for a little bit as she caught sight of movement from the corner of her eyes and her hand went to her blade. Seeing that it was just another vampire, she relaxed with a quiet sigh while she stretched out her legs lightly.

Olive: Coming up behind a male that had scraggly short blonde hair, she raised a brow. She was absolutely certain that if she were to swipe his pocket she would come up with something most interesting - but she had more than enough stuff so she simply slid past him and still continued to search for the key she thought she had. Patting her hands to her pockets, all of them singularily, then in pairs, she frowned. She must have dropped it. She then laughed. Here she was, pickpocketing everyone else in the raid while someone else had probably lifted her key right off of her from the movements towards the door. She shook her head and pulled her hand from her pocket, glancing over to the one who had let out a quiet sigh.

Olive: She seemed perturbed, perplexed slightly about something, and for some reason Olive was interested. She didnt hesitated in moving to the woman and taking a seat right next to her. "Whats up?" She offered a crooked grin.

Tate: Feet of chicken, wolf fur... rings, leaves. Tate went through Cai's list in her head as she settled down on the ground and felt her knife prick her in the small of her back causing her to want to roll her eyes. She still had to go to work later, too. 'Oh well.' Tate's red hair fell over her shoulder as she looked up at the sound of someone speaking to her, a curious expression playing across her features before she reached up to scratch at the tattoo on her breastbone. "Nothing... I suppose?" She lifted an eyebrow, hazel eyes narrowing for a moment before she figured the woman meant her no harm.

Olive: Olive shifted to undo her scabbard from her belt, shifting again to place the sheathed blade on the ground parallell to her body with the gorgeous green emeralds facing up towards the ceiling. She liked the way the green looked in the dim lights offered from the torches on the walls of the raid, and because of that she wouldnt rob her eyes of the beauty of the near perfect sword. She idly played with the dark green tassle on the end of the tan colored clothed hilt, flipping it around as she looked up and around at people. "You'd think they'd have better stuff on them." She chuckled.

Tate: She gave a soft snort before she gave a shake of her head lightly, "Nah. Most of 'em keep things on them to sell. Not the easier things to take." She explained quietly, her phone digging into her hip bone as she tilted her head back and listened to the sound of snarls and gunfire echoing off of the stone walls with a curious expression playing across her features.

Olive: Olive turned her head to look in the direction of the gunfire, chocolate hues dancing around as she tried to pinpoint the exact location to no avail. She nodded as her eyes shifted and looked over at Tate, sticking her hand out across her body to the other woman and offering a warm smile. "Names Olive." Her warm smile reached her eyes as she held her hand out, her other hand steadying herself on her knee so she didnt fall over ontop of Tate.
Tate: She listened to the sounds with a faint incline of her head, her ginger curls hanging around her shoulders before she reached up and tugged her black beanie lower in place. Her green eyes went to the offered hand and back to the other woman, an eyebrow lifting with a curious expression before she took hold of it warily. "Tate."

Olive: Olive noticed the womans weariness. She couldnt help but chuckle, giving the hand a squeeze before dropping it to slick her hand through her hair. The stubborn mohawk shifted back to its upright position as she shifted back to cross her arms over her chest lightly. Giving a slight wince, she nodded towards the woman that she had gotten the silver ring off of. "She didnt even notice I took her ring off her finger." She chuckled, shaking her head, "Some people, oblivious to the world, I swear. It would pass right by them if they didnt have watches." She smirked.

Tate: Her hands fell back to her lap, a small hum escaping past her lips before her expression fell back to one of blank relaxation. "The creatures have been dropping animal parts and keys, that's probably one of the bigger things. My sire is big on them."

Olive: Olive tipped her head to the side slightly, her hair brushing against the wall of the catacombs that offered the zombified animals a home - and several vampires the opportunity to have some fun including Olive. "Your sire likes the animal parts? Mine does too. Does your sire like to ritual?" She asked lightly, looking back down to her sword to study its beauty once more.

Tate: "He does," She chewed inside her cheek idly, "Cai is a ritualist. I'm learning. He rarely leaves the crypt unless there are these things." She motioned a nearby wolf.

Olive: Olive looked over to where Tate motioned to. Smirking, she couldnt help herself as she got up slowly as to not attract attention to herself and grab up her sword, making her way to the wolf. Her smirk only grew as she unsheathed her sword, making eye contact with the zombified wolf and starting to circle it. Swinging her sword around once and then gripping the handle tightly, she took a defensive stance and allowed the wolf to lunge. "My sire rituals too, hence why Im constantly looking out for silver rings and hankerchiefs." She spoke with ease as she slid one foot around to behind her, standing paralell to the zombie wolf before twisting her wrist and bringing the blade down in an arc towards its neck.

Tate: She crossed her ankle as she waited, moving her knife to rest on her thigh while playing with the tip of her blade idly in thought. Chewing on the inside of her cheek, Tate stood up and tucked the knife back in her belt. "Yeah, makes sense. Silver rings are what Cai and I need for those Vathia Clarity rituals... handkerchiefs, I don't know what those are for."

Olive: The blade hit its mark, slicing clean through the neck with one blow, blood and inards spewing from the stump that was the beasts neck. Olive grinned and wiped her blade on her thigh, then lined the tip up with the entrace to the scabbard and slid it in until she heard that signature click of hilt hitting the gold clip protecting the entrance of the sheath. She shrugged, bending and removing a small jawbone from the severed head and tossing it over to Tate. "I dont think I could ever understand those rituals." She smirked, "Im more of a make it myself kinda gal."

Tate: "It's not too difficult, you just have to be able to translate Fae." She shrugged her shoulders, thinking about it. Then again, Tate had always been more of the bookish type. Correcting her professors when she was younger. 'Catty, you really are losing your touch. You're usually more of a *****.' She could hear the voice and immediately reached up to force her beanie move over her ears. That usually helped tune out the dead friend.

Olive: Olive reached down and pulled her switchblade from her pocket, starting to skin the animal, at least the parts she could salvage still, and hummed a little tune to herself while she did this. The purtid smells didnt seem to bother her as she did this, and she even tipped the corners of her mouth up in a soft smile as she watched what she did. She shook her head then, rolling the pelt up and heading back over to Tate to reach into her pocket and pluck out two silver rings after closing and pocketing the blade. She extended her hand, fingers splayed to extend the rings to the other. "I have plenty..." She shrugged lightly.

Tate: Tate watched her curiously, lifting an eyebrow before she straightened out her jacket. The voice had stopped. Crazy was something that she knew she wasn't, haunted? That was a possibility. Why didn't she just go and reset in peace, though? Her body had been terribly damaged... Tate was lost in her thoughts, startled out of them when she heard Olive speak before wide green eyes showed her confusion before she looked down at the two rings. She gave a shake of her head, giving a small shake of her head. "No, thank you though. They're harder to find and I'd rather make sure one ritualist can do use with them. Cai has a few."

Olive: Olive insisted, closing her hand and flipping it over, extending it further towards Tate with a sharp nod of her head. "No, I insist. I have almost twenty... Mora will be fine. She has Joss getting her stuff too... so its not like its just me providing her with stuff. Not to mention she could buy what she wanted off the auctions if she really needed it. Damn sire is loaded." She chuckled, giving a soft sigh and shaking her hand ligtly out to the other. "Trust me, two is nothing. I usually get about ten a night." She grinned at Tate then. She wasnt sure why, but she liked Tate. Maybe it was the fact that she was a ginger too?

Tate: Clearly still reluctant, Tate turned her hand over and just opened her palm so it wouldn't be pressed on it more. "Alright, I'll be sure to find some way to thank you later." She paused, and then narrowed her eyes softly as she took note of the names. "Joss... Mora. You're Olive, from DC."

Olive: She dropped the rings into the womans hand and nodded with a bright grin. Of course once she had mentioned her sire and her sibling she would be known. She laughed lightly. "I am... is that a good thing you recognize their names?" She asked lightly, tipping her head to the side and raising both her eyebrows at Tate.
Tate: She then gave a small shake of her head. "No, Mora and Cai are friends. I met her and gave her zombie parts while picking things up for him. She is a very nice lady. Joss, I do not know." She usually kept to herself, though, so that wasn't quite any one else's fault. The tiny Killer hadn't grown any different, still at her even five-foot height. Her pale skin only made the colorful tattoos on her body stand out more.

Olive: Friends. Of course Mora had friends. That was all her sire seemed to have; friends. She didnt seem to have anything else, no enemies, no people who disliked her or anything like that. And that made Olive incredibly comfortable - which showed in her stance as she moved to reattach her scabbard to her belt and then place her hands in her pockets lightly, rocking to the balls of her heels. "Thats good! I must say I'm not surprised she hasnt made any enemies. That woman is so kind she makes me look like a little devil." She chuckled and shook her head, drawing a hand up to rub at the back of her neck.

Tate: She thought about Melisande, remembering that she had called their sire a bit of a freak for being involved in rituals and inclined her head as she listened to Olive. The other female seemed very friendly, not threatening at all and that was good - not that she really had any reason to feel threatened period. Tate didn't make enemies. That's probably why it surprised her when she was attacked. "Well, you know how that old saying goes. We have no souls." She gave a shake of her head, letting a faint amount of amusement shine through.

Olive: We have no souls. Those words hit her ears and she smirked, still rubbing at the back of her neck. Her chocolate hues dashed over Tate as she tried to assess the woman and exactly who she was. She was growing more and more intrigued by her in the seconds, and she couldnt help but stare into Tates eyes. She opened her mouth to say something then shut it abruptly, opening it again to finally speak a moment later. "I like your beanie." Cause thats not a stupid response to that, no. She glanced to the side and rolled her eyes lightly at her own statement.

Tate: Would Mel think I'm crazy for doing rituals now? She wondered before she pushed the thoughts away, not wanting to think of her childhood friend. She didn't know what happened to her. She didn't want to think the worse. After Tate had arrived in Harper Rock, she had watched their other friend be butched alive by a monster and then she was admitted into the hospital for mental trauma. Maybe I am crazy. 'Only if you think you are.' Replied Alicia. "Thank you." She stated quietly, not hearing Olive while she spoke to the dead girlIt was funny how those things worked out.

Olive: Olive studied Tate. She seemed... out of it, like she wasnt all there, as if there was something else catching her attention other than herself. Olive almost frowned, though she shrugged and simply reached into her pocket and drew out a pack of smokes. Pulling a zippo from her pocket then she tapped the pack to her fingers and freed one of the cancer sticks, lifting the pack to her lips and placing the smoke between them to pull the pack away and put it back into her pocket. Flipping the zippo open and smirking gently at the signature click it offered, she flipped the wheel as it sparked a flame to life and she lit her smoke. "So, can you fare well with the wolves, or are you here just to look for stuff for your rituals?"

Olive: As she spoke the smoke rolled off her lips and upwards to the dirt ceiling. She idly wondered how the place stil stood erect with all its battles and raids it held, but she pushed the thought aside with another one. I'm a vampire, for crying out loud. She plucked the smoke from her lips after taking another drag, holding the smoke in for a moment before exhaling it upwards and away from Tate in case the woman didnt smoke.

Tate: When Alicia was finally quiet, Tate turned her full attention back to Olive. That was one of the main reasons she kept to herself - Alicia. She wasn't sure if her friend was able to heard, or if she wasn't. And that... confused the hell out of her. Cai was a Necromancer, he hadn't asked her who was the dead woman she was often glaring at so was she just in Tate's imagination? She didn't want to ask. "I have issues with them on occasion, but for the most part, I'm pretty strong. I can throw men bigger than myself out windows. It's when I'd get up to the third floor that I find myself in trouble."

Olive: She smiled warmly at Tate, as the woman more or less seemingly returned back to her attention. Olive nodded slowly as Tate spoke, pinching the cigarette between middle finger and thumb to tap it with her pointer finger, effectively ashing it as her chocolate hues followed the burned tobacco to the dirt of the catacomb floor. She never really smoked all that much, but when she did she enjoyed it, putting the smoke to her lips again. "Thats good, means you are strong." She spoke around the filter to Tate, then pulled another drag off it. "I like the greater mooncalves myself. They are tons of fun."

Tate: She nodded in agreement. She'd been training hard and worked as a security detail, she had to be strong. The downfall was that she was this tiny little vampire. Oh well. "I've thrown one out of an elevator. I'm a Killer, though." Tate thought about it, and all of her powers. I can also turn into a raven and have flown straight into a wall before. That had been an interesting experience.

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Olive: A killer. She smirked, nodding. That made sense, the way the woman was able to hide her emotions so well. Or maybe it was that she just simply didnt have any? Olive herself had emotions but half the time she couldnt have been messed to bother with them, acknowledging or handling them was simply out of the question most of the time. Though there were times that she was forced to handle them, she did her best to not remember them. "Thats awesome!" She laughed, her laugh genuine and slipping into the air to combat the sounds of battle around them.

Tate: Tate gave a small smile and then gave a nod of her head in silent thanks. She wasn't much of a talker, at least, she was and then sometimes her temper got the best of her. "It's interesting, to say the least. Different from what my sire can do."

Olive: She raised her brows at that. "You said... Cai? What can he do?" She asked almost instantly, her curiosity getting the best of her. She drew another drag off the smoke and watched the second hand smoke roll upwards again, drifting to the draft of air above them and swirling, then dissipating into nothing.

Tate: "Cai, yes." She nodded her head lightly, He is a necromancer. Raises zombies, things like that. He's very polite, just shy." She thought about it, slightly amused. She literally had to drag him out sometimes, but she was pleased that her sire had begun to become social on DC.

Olive: She blinked, clearly surprised to hear this. "Raises zombies?" She asked lightly, as if she hadnt heard Tate. And in fact she pretty much hadnt. Olive found that more and more lately she was having trouble hearing people clearly. She turned an ear towards Tate even though she maintained eye contact.
Tate: She nodded lightly, "Yes. He can sort of... lift them. Summon? Ressurect." She was confused, scratching at her collarbone. The cloth of her shirt moved with the action, revealing the colorful locket.

Olive: Olives eyes dashed to the colorful locket as if the color of it drew her eyes to it on purpose, though she was sure it was something of more value to Tate than just a colorful piece of artwork. She felt her smile shift into a more broad one. "Thats so cool! I learned how to summon spirits... everyone calls me the dark summoner now." Her broad smile turned into a broad grin. "I think it suits, you ask me. I mean, I am a shadow after all." She plucked the smoke from her lips and flipped the ashes off of it once more, watching them fall to the ground.

Tate: "He can do that, too. Has done it quite a bit so I can shift into a crow and go into the forest so the fae don't hurt me." She thought about it, "That's about the most I can do other than not miss my shot."

Olive: She chuckled and nodded, "Thats really cool... I've not see anyone shift in front of me before though I knew it possible." She licked over her lips and took another drag off her smoke, then a second more deeper one, finishing it off to drop the butt to the ground and move to grind it out with the toe of her shoe. As her foot moved overtop of the butt small tiny weeds sprouted from the ground up around her shoes, coming to life under her footsteps as if she had willed them there though she hadnt. "I can do quite a few things... I turned invisible for a day and a half recently until I got the power under control." She smirked. She liked that one.

Tate: "It's... confusing. I flew into a building wall because I didn't realize what happened. My sire was concerned." She crinkled her nose at the thought. It had hurt like hell. She watched the plants growing, her eyebrows lifting curiously. "I can change my appearance to look like someone else?"

Olive: She raised her eyebrows at that, blinking lightly as she cleared her throat and then grinned. "Now that is nifty!" She chuckled and shifted her weight to one foot, then the other before she crossed her arms lightly over her chest. "So you could look like me, if you wanted to?"

Tate: "I don't think I can do that one quite yet, but make it difficult to track me down. I block powers with that power, if I remember correct." The short vampire chuckled before once more sliding back down the wall. That time, she sat on the bag that gave a squish.

Olive: "Oooh, blocking powers is cool too. You are just quite the mixed bag arent you?" She chuckled, flicking open the zippo in her hand and shutting it a couple of times, almost being soothed by the noises it made. Click, clink. Click, clink. Cick, clink. She stopped, realizing it was probably annoying to Tate, the way someone sits at their desk and clicks their pen obnoxiously, she moved and pocketed the zippo before giving Tate a soft smile. "If you need spirits, just ask. I can do three at a time before I need to go hunting again."

Tate: "I'll have to ask more about it from Cai. He'd probably know more about it." She scratched at her neck idly. Then again, the pale man had issues leaving his altar. "You can say that, probably the nicest you could." Tate usually wasn't this friendly, but then again, Olive hadn't given her a reason to not like her. "I'll be sure to do that. I run out every now and then between shapeshifting and using celerity."

Olive: Olive nodded. As long as Tate agreed to keep it in mind, she would consider the offer valid. "I've personally been working on summoning more stuff too. Hopefull tomorrow I'll be able to summon fadebeasts to train with." She grinned broadly. She herself had taken one down not too long ago - but that wasnt a summoned one... if anything she would just consider it a fun way to pass some time. Time, that was all they had.

Tate: "That's pretty neat, Cai can sumon and do those things." She scratched at her thigh and stood up slowly, hearing her joints give protesting pops and groans. The tiny vampiress hummed, looking around, then scratched at her neck once more. What else did she have to do that day before going to work? Tate couldn't remember.

Olive: Tate seemingly was getting just as bored as Olive, and Olive didnt like it. She got fidgety, and did things out of stupidity and boredom when that happened. She sighed and rolled her shoulders a couple of times, checking her watch, she moved to adjust her sword on her belt and look over at Tate. "Are you as bored as I am?" She chuckled, shaking her head and looking around. There were plenty of people sitting around minding their own, but Olive had already tried to steal from them once today and she didnt want to push her luck. At least, not today.

Tate: "Not really bored, just... communciatively challenged." And that wasn't a lie, Tate was just awkward around people and it could show as she removed her phone from her pocket to check the auction for some of the items, "and trying to figure out what I forgot for the rituals."

Olive: Olive smirked and nodded. "Understandable. I like to let my hands do the talking anyways." She splayed her hands and then dropped them, only to bring her arms up and cross them over her chest very lightly with a noticeable wince. "I just give Mora a list of my stuff, and she tells me what she wants." Another soft chuckle slipped out her lips as she tried not to think about not seeing her sire in some time now.

Tate: "Cai's usually entertaining himself with rituals, I run and get everything I can. I need to go out into the wilderness, just haven't gotten over there quite yet." She frowned in thought, "Muskroot and black maple leaves are it mainly."

Olive: Olive had never heard of that stuff. Mostly because her sire grew that kind of stuff in the apartment above the library that they shared. "Muskroot? Huh. Sounds pesky to find. That stuff is used in rituals?" She couldnt help but ask, sliding her hand into her jacket pocket and pulling out a phone which was buzzing obnoxiously in her pocket. She didnt even check to see who the texts were from, she just hit silent and put it back.

Tate: "Yes, ichno." She tucked it away before she put it in her pocket once more, "It alerts you when someone tracks you, i think he has other things though." She pondered about it, her hazel eyes thoughtful, "Leaves are used in a vathia ritual."

Olive: Vathia. That word was familiar to her. "Oh, are you trying to help the wraiths?" She inquired, tipping her head to the side. Even if they werent, Olive wouldnt hold it against them. Everyone had their own reasons for the things they were doing these days, who was Olive to pass judgement - of all people.

Tate: "No, he and I do not want them to return." She responded with a small frown playing across her lips, "I think he does the clarity ones to find people or make it clear for those that do."

Olive: She nodded slowly, giving a soft smirk. "Huh. I came across one the other day that was so curious... tried to get me to teach it something. Needless to say when he put his hand on my shoulder I... kinda snapped his arm. But there was that one lady, she was cool. Talked back to me and everything." Olive shrugged lightly.

Tate: She nodded in understanding, "We're just... not comfortable knowing why they cannot return on their own." She thought about it, "If the wraiths are supposively so powerful, it makes no sense."

Olive: Olive tipped her head to the side curiously. "Did we not all need help at some point to get to where we are now?" She grinned a little coyly. She herself had helped the female, but not the male.

Tate: "Yes, but, they're old and powerful. It makes no sense to why they can blocked out something like Crow." She thought about it and gave a shake of her head. "Something isn't right, in my opinion."

Olive: Olive shrugged lightly. "Beats me. If I cross another one by chance, I'll have to ask." She smiled lightly and felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. How annoying. She bit into her lip for a moment, then kicked at some dirt and watched as some weeds sprouted in her footsteps.

Tate: She watched the weeds sprout and lifted her eyebrows for a moment before she then chuckled idly, "That'd work."

Olive: Olive saw Tate look at her feet curiously as more weeds sprouted with every movement of her foot on fresh soil. She raised her brows at Tate, then moved to tap her toe against some fresh dirt and pull it back quickly before leaning against the wall and motioning to it with her head tilting slightly. "Cool, huh?" She grinned.

Tate: She nodded her head, "Cool, and strange. Different, specifically." She pressed her lips together in thought, "Never seen anything like it."

Olive: Olive laughed. She gave a soft, yet hearty laugh. "You just described me, in all honesty." She smirked and licked over her lips, dropping a hand to the butt of her swords handle.

Tate: "Always a good thing, really. To be unique." She thought of her sire, who rarely left the crypt. He was definitely strange.

Olive: "I couldnt agree more. So what makes you unique, Tate?" She looked the woman over gently, eyes lingering on what ink she could see that dawned the womans skin. Usually people werent so interesting to her. For some reason, Tate had managed to pick Olive back out from her boredom.

Tate: "Dunno. Never really paid that much attention to it," She thought and then scratched at a hidden tattoo, "I draw a lot. Always corrected my professors, but did track in school."

Olive: Olive raised her brows at Tate. "Draw, eh?" She kicked another rock and smirked at the weeds that were still sprouting. "Like draw what?" Sure, she was fishing for information. Tate didnt talk her ear off no, but Olive was intrigued by her - especially by the fact that the woman wasnt so eager to talk about herself as everyone else around the city that she had recently met was. So she found she wasnt minding having to ask lots of questions to get information about Tate out of Tate.

Tate: "Tattoos, usually. Or just random scenes." Slowly, Tate then returned to down comfortably sitting down. "People on occasion." Sometimes it seemed as if she had a quota when it came to conversations, but then again, she rarely did talk to others.

Olive: Tattoos, she had said. Olive looked genuinely interested. "Tat designs eh? Ever draw something for someone else hmm?" She let her brown hues drift over the other around them that had either seemingly gone to sleep or were more interested in their devices than the battle sounds going on around them. Spotting another wolf, Olive smirked lightly, debating on taking care of it or not.

Tate: "Not often, really. I don't even put on the ones I have for the most part on my own body." She thought of the countless designs on her form, the artists were usually the only ones that did it. Tate never felt confident enough. "Plus, they're mainly just small and fail doodles."

Olive: "Awh, I'm sure not all of them are." Olive suddenly had an idea. "You come up with a drawing for me, and I might even pay you for it. Sound like a deal?" She beamed. If Tate could come up with something cool enough, Olive wouldnt hesitate to get it tatted on her. Now if it would stay or not, she didnt know, but she found she was hoping it would. "I have faith in ya." She nodded and elbowed her in the arm gently.

Tate: She tapped her cheek idly in thought before she gave a small nod of her head. "Alright, deal. I'll start doodling something when I get back to the Crypt." She couldn't sleep outside of it, she'd found, without getting incredibly moody and irritated.

Olive: "Its a deal then!" She chuckled, "They call me the dark summoner, if that helps you come up with a concept design or something." She offered with a tip of her head, the pointing a finger to the weeds from the hand that still rested against the butt of her custom swords handle. "And I can do that." She shook her head lightly with her smile, "I really wish I knew why to be honest."

Tate: She nodded in understanding, "Alright, I'll figure something out. It may take me a while, but I will." She admitted honestly before adjusting her Converse comfortably. Tate's red hair fell over her shoulders as she felt her phone vibrate, a hum escaping past her lips.

Olive: Olive nodded. "Of course, something like that I'd want you to take your time with. Take as much time as you need. And I dont want to see it till its perfect, or at least you think so." She grinned. Yes, this excited her. Tates phone vibrated much like Olives continuously did in her pocket, and she annoyingly pulled it out of her pocket to turn it off. Seeing the screen light up in several texts, she rolled her eyes and looked down to Tate. The two were wearing the same shoes. Almost. "Nice kicks, by the way."

Tate: "Oh, no worries. I take a while usually, between running around and just doing rituals I'm distracted until something else pops up." She responded to the text and pressed send, tucking it back once more before she crossed her legs underneath herself and offered a yawn. "Thank you."

Olive: Olive nodded and pushed off the wall, finally deciding to take care of the wolf that drew closer still. With all the others sleeping or not making any sudden movements, her quick ones drew the attention of the zombified animal to her as she drew her sword again. "Quite welcome." She smirked, bracing herself for the wolf that had lunged for her.

Tate: Stretching her legs out a moment later when she felt one begin to cramp up, Tate watched Olive with a curious expression - pulling up her hood while she rolled one of her shoulders. "I should probably get back to gathering things before I go to work tonight."

Olive: Olive looked over to Tate at the wrong moment, the wolf crashing into her as she rolled with it and pinned its head to the ground before raising her blade and skewering it through the wolfs chest up into its undead heart. Wrenching the handle towards herself, the blade ripped through the monster and it stopped moving finally before Olive was assured of its death. She cut off its zombified ears and stood, offering them to Tate. "Sure thing Tate. Be safe." She blinked at her own words. Why had she just said that? She shook her head. "I mean, err, have fun." She grinned, wiping her blade on the thigh of her jeans before sheathing it again in its elegant scabbard.

Tate: She lifted her lips in a small smile after she noted that Olive was alright, standing up a few moments later while she tested her weight on one of her feet, making sure it hadn't fallen asleep. "I'll see you again sometime, my number is on the DC board and my email isn't too difficult to figure out." She yawned a moment later, digging into the backpocket of her jeans for her tome. Giving Olive a light salute, Tate read off the words in Fae before she was teleported back to her sire's home.

Olive: A salut. Tate had saluted her. She blinked again. Slowly, a grin spread on her face. She turned and stuffed the ears in her own pocket, shrugging and whistling as she made her way through the catacombs that were still riddled with sounds of defeat and battles to be won alike. Yes, this night was interesting. She'd most certainly have to tell Mora about the woman she had met in that being Tate. She slipped past a doorway to go find another wolf to slice up for its parts for her sire's ritualing.