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

This RP took place on Saturday 14th December 2013 in Aithne Asylum.

Keara: Keara tomes home to find Enver already there and immediately moves to embrace him, kissing him passionately, wanting him to know how much she’d missed him. “Glad I am you to see. About to reply I was to you. Now say it I may. Odd it is that Deanna of Nox did speak, believes she does not as I do. And…sorry I am that she that to you did say. As said I did, know I do that she of us does not approve.”

Enver: He grinned when he saw her appear and moved to her, not that he had far to go as she was coming to him too. "Hmm?" He asked as she kissed him then waved a hand in the air. "Oh, she said it in passing with some other stuff." He shrugged and grinned wide. "Well, she best get used to it or get used to being silent." A spirit cage was definitely in her future.

Keara: “Agree I do in that to some extent. Silence her I never would. A right she has for honest with me to be. But polite to you she should be. Tell her I shall as such when see her next I do.” She looks him over checking for wounds in the most subtle manner she knew but it was difficult to inspect someone as closely as she was doing without them noticing perhaps. “If time you have My Love, like I would your help with my project. Though perhaps explain I should first my beliefs.”

Enver: He rubbed his hands over her back as she talked, looked around and then nodded his head. "Yeah. Sure." He shrugged not knowing what this project is. "And yeah, that'd probably be a good idea. Or place to start." One of his hands ventured further south and gave her a firm squeeze on her bottom. "Next time we should raid together. Gets sort of boring walking those corridors sometimes." He nodded.

Keara: She leans in and kisses him again before taking his hand and leading him to the lounge so they can talk. Once they were settled, her seating herself upon the glass coffee table so that she could face Enver. “Start I shall by the story of Nox and Helios to recount. For without that to know, understand you shall not why I believe as I do.” Keara explains the story as best she can, obviously leaving out the more modern additions to the text as she did not know that anything had been added to the story since her return.

Enver: He followed her, then sat across from her, his eyes on her in some way the entire time they walked and found themselves seated. He listened without interrupting, rubbed at his jaw and then looked around the place, catching his thoughts. "So that's what you believe in? Do most other vampires believe in that? Most elders?" There was no judging in it, just pure curiosity.

Keara: “Know I do not what others believe. Speak I do not often of my religion. Mine it is. Expect I do not another to believe as I do. Though…found I have since my return that others not of my time of Nox and Helios know. Jonah in Nox does believe and spoken to him I had not of Noxeososism. Ven believed as I did. Introduced me he did to it. Though, so different it was from my human beliefs not, as believed then too I did in the God and Goddess. Think I do that pagan beliefs the human story is and that perhaps the Story of Nox and Helios the truth is. If any sense to you that does make.” She moved from the coffee table to sit at his feet, placing her arms on his knees.

Enver: "I, uh, don't know much about pagan stuff." Enver admitted, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry. I'm not a real religious kind of guy." He cleared his throat. "Was Ven a real old vampire? When he sired you?"

Keara: She had to think on that as she had not had to think on Ven’s age for some time. “Believe I do that he almost three hundred years older than I was, when turned me he did. And mind I do not that you no religion have. Each their own path in this world must find My Love. Though perhaps say I should that not all who in Nox believe Helios too will worship, as see him they do perhaps as those that in God believe see the Devil.” It was an important distinction as not all sects of Noxism recognised Helios as playing an important role in maintaining balance.

Enver: "Huh." Enver commented, not wanting to get in to some sort of religious debate. It was almost as bad as political ones in Enver's mind. But truth was, vampires fed off humans and humans needed light or Helios to exist, as a lot of their food depended on the sun rising each day, so Enver decided to keep his thoughts to himself, not sure if Keara believed in the other half of the story. "You said Jonah believes in this kind of stuff too?" Enver rubbed at his jaw as he sat back and got more comfortable. "Wait. We aren't going to be doing something under Nox's moon tonight, are we?" Enver tugged at the collar of his t-shirt.

Keara: “Yes Jonah Nox does worship. While I embrace both deities equally. Even if Nox’s name is the one that utter most I do.” She wasn’t sure why he was talking about Nox’s moon, though an educated guess told her that Deanna had mentioned it early that night and had therefor stirred this curiosity in him. “Know I do not why the moon worried you would My Love,” she remarked, noting how he pulled at his t-shirt. “The mark of Helios will not at its strongest be for four more nights. Require I do not a full moon for this ritual to perform.”

Enver: "Ritual?" Enver sat forward a little bit. "I thought we were working on a project? No one said anything about a ritual." He shifted in the couch uncomfortably, as he skipped past the other things Keara commented on. "I mean we've got all of eternity. No need to rush right in to a ritual. I just got home." He moved both his hands to her arms and ran down the length of them before attempting to tug her in to his lap.

Keara: She moved to sit on his lap but more so that she could try and ease his fear than for any other reason; even if she was acutely aware that she could be all too easily distracted by him at that proximity. “Fears conquered must be,” she gently pressed her lips to his. “Asked me recently if trusted you I did. Now ask I do that you in me do trust. Gift you I cannot without this ritual to do, and like this gift you shall. Sure I am of that.”

Enver: He gave her a cheeky grin as she used his own techniques and words against him. His lips brushed against hers before he let out a chuckle. "Alright. Fair enough. I trust you." He added with a nod, hands roaming over her body quickly, being he hadn't touched any part of it in a day or so.

Keara: Pulling away before she succumbed to her own desires that no doubt matched his own, she moved to stand. “If the ritual now we do, time we then can make for one another, if desire that you do?” She already knew the answer to that and was therefore already moving to the main hall. “Retrieve first I must ingredients that gathered for me you did. Truly had you no idea that my project in ritual form would be completed?” she asked, not knowing if he had any real knowledge of the art.

Enver: He watched her get off him, his eyes once again traveling over her curves and stopping on a few specific places. At the question he shook his head, "Nah. I don't really do much of anything these nights besides run my businesses. I've not dabbled in making traps in ages and I don't know anything about rituals." He followed after her, not sure what to expect.

Keara: “Well then state first I should that you into the circle should not step and that break my concentration you also should not,” she glanced over her shoulder as she walked to the other side of the room. “So perhaps safer for us both it might be if behind me you stand. As distracted I may become if you in my field of vision are.” She moved a cabinet which stood next to the alter and began rummaging through a lockbox of seemingly useless items.

Enver: A devious grin pulled on his lips as he circled around her to stand behind her. "You sure about that?" He asked in one of her ears as both his arms went around her. His lips brushed against the nap of her neck before Enver chuckled, removed his hands from her, held them up in the air, signifying he'd try and be good and took a few steps backwards.

Keara: She sighed softly, her eyes closed as his lips brushed against her neck. He really did make her mind foggy when he got so close to her. Having taken a moment to compose herself she turned to look at him. “Stand behind me I said. Proximity perhaps too specified I should have. I inside the circle shall be. You over there…” she gestured to the area in front of the doorway to that bathroom, “should stand. When over this is. Teach you something else I must.” Keara smiled at him and then began setting up the alter. She placed three of the ingredients on the alter and then placed several containers of oil on the floor. “Begin I shall when agreed you have here to remain till ritual complete is. And silent you must be…remember?”

Enver: Enver chuckled and took a few more steps back, until he was almost to where she wanted him to be. "Yeah? And I was thinking maybe I could teach you something too after we're done here." He winked at her, then stood in the spot she specified for him. "Alright. I'll zip it." He even made a gesture of him zipping his lips shut with an imaginary zipper over his lips.

Keara: She laughed and then gave him a more serious look. “Speak more of that later we can. So, hush now and behave.” Keara needed to focus and due to him placing his arms around her, she’d almost forgotten something incredibly important. Having forgotten the parchment that was an essential part of the ritual as it needed to be enchanted, she moved back to the lockbox to obtain the copy she had made in preparation for this evening. Placing the piece of paper on the altar she double checked Enver’s location turned back to face the altar and took a moment to allow her mind to fall still. When she was ready she called upon the elements to seal the circle, as was her way, and summoned the demi-fae. They were troublesome creatures and each and every one fought against her in an effort not to have not do her will.

Enver: She expected him to be quiet during this? What the hell was that in their house? "Uh." Enver more or less babbled out and pointed at the thing." You-" he snapped his mouth shut and reeled backwards a little, which didn't get him very far but hitting the door of the bathroom. He was trapped! And so was she! With that hideous thing. Enver's eyes looked for the closest escape route, which was going close to the grotesque thing. He sighed, resigned to the fact that this thing was in their house, she had called it here and he couldn't do a damn thing about it. Or could he? It was tempting.

Keara: She blocked out the few words that came from his lips, her attention fully on the creature before her. She began speaking in Faeish and from time to time the creature would become enraged and try to break free from its temporary prison. Oddly it never attacked her directly, even if it moved right past her. From time to time she would throw the contents of the containers at her feet at the barrier about her but there seemed to be no rhyme or reason to this action and the oil never broke free or remained, it was somehow absorbed by the magics. When she had the words in their correct order, having learned the creature’s name and how best to command it, she repeated the same phrase three times over. The paper on the altar glowed and then the light faded, the ingredients upon it vanished and the creature along with them.

Enver: "What the **** was that? In our house?" Enver whipped his head from left to right, looking for where the thing went off to, because it had to still be in the house, right? "We have to find it. And get it out." He moved past her, forgetting about the ritual itself, even though it had brought the thing here, in hopes of finding the creature and getting rid of it. He'd toss it right out on its ***. "Any idea where it went?"

Keara: Keara began to laugh, not so much at him but due to the way he was acting. Moving to intercept him, she blocked his path and placed her hand on his shoulder. Once she had him in her grasp, she placed her right hand under his jaw to make sure he would look at her and she caught his eye she smiled, exposing her fangs. “Worry you need not my love. Gone the creature is. Remain with us they do not once the ritual to fruition has been brought through either success of failure. Quite safe we are. Bring it here I would not if harm it would do to any but myself.”

Enver: Enver scowled, just a little as he was blocked from trying to find the damn thing. But when she smiled and those fangs of hers were out, the scowl faded and soon he was reassured of whatever. She could have said anything and he'd believe her in that moment. "I'm not worried." He brushed it off, sure he could handle any demi-fae thing. "Just making sure it left was all. So what did it do?" He looked around one last time, before his eyes fell back on her face and that damn smile.

Keara: She let her hand move from his jawline to rummage through his hair as she contemplated kissing him. “Did what I asked of it. Asked I did for it a tome to create for you. Though learn to use it you must,” she wanted to turn and retrieve the paper but she was lost in his eyes. Before she could force herself to walk away however, her lips found his and she was wrapping her arms around him.

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

Enver: "Tome?" He asked, but that was all he asked before she was drawn to him, or he was drawn to her. It didn't matter. With her arms around him, his hands roamed over her back half until it cupped her backside, lifted her up off the ground and groaned in to her lips as he kissed her with longing and desire that had built up in him the last night and a half or so.

Keara: As he lifted her up, she pulled herself up higher and wrapped her legs around him. This was the kind of distraction she’d been afraid of falling prey too before she’d done the ritual but now, with the adrenaline flowing through her body from having successful completed the ritual, she was giving in to her baser urges. She deepened the kiss between them almost having forgotten the ritual she’d just performed when she heard Deanna’s voice telling them to ‘quit it’ already. “What?” she asked looking around to see her sister by the door. “We were…I was…I created him a tome to bring him home,” she began rambling by way of explanation.

Enver: She stopped. Why had she stopped? Why was she talking? Not that he minded any, but who the hell was she talking to? "Huh?" He spun them around to see who was here, but saw no one or nothing. "Who are you talking to?" He frowned, his hold slowly loosening so she could slide down if she wanted to.

Keara: “Deanna here is. Did you her voice not hear?” she asked as she got back to her feet and straightened her skirt out before glancing over at her sister. “Rude it is Deanna not yourself to show to him. Told you as much I have before,” she chastised her as she crossed over to the ritual table and picked up the parchment that lay there. With her back to the room, she closed her eyes for a moment and reminded herself that she loved her sister.

Enver: "Huh?" He looked at her. "I was sort of preoccupied with, you know." He cleared his throat. "And she can stay hidden. I'd rather not see her." Enver chuckled with a shrug. "So this tome takes me home or something? Home, being here, right?" He looked at Keara's back as she kept it to him.

Keara: Deanna was fine staying hidden and wanted to protest the fact that Keara was about to give him the tome but bit back the objection as she knew it would only make the guy all the more smug as she could do nothing to stop it. Keara nodded and turned back to face him, placing the paper in his hands when she returned to him. Holding both the paper and his hand in her own she looked up at him and explained. “Yes. Here it shall bring you. Know you do that I such a think always in my boot do carry. Quicker is for here to return by this medium…and well…thought I did that that useful might be…if needed you I did.”

Enver: He nodded and looked around. "Anywhere in here? Like to the couch? Our room? How does this thing work, exactly?" Enver looked down at the paper, his eyes squinting as he tried to make sense of it.

Keara: “To the threshold it you will bring. So by the door,” she pointed in the direction of the large wooden double doors of the Asylum. “Try it you should. Parchment in your possession must be and you the words must read from it. At least to start. Found I did the other day that need look at mine I do not. In my boot it was when I the words thought. That sufficient was. Know I do not if others the words require even. But then from a different time I am and believe I do that power there is in what said is,” she explained.

Enver: "Well, shouldn't we leave or something for it to work properly?" Enver rubbed at his jawline, brows knitting together as he shrugged. "I'm not sure I can say these words. They don't look like anything I've ever seen or spoken myself. Is this some sort of old language?" Enver looked back up at her.

Keara: “In Faeish it written is. Teach you that I can. Perhaps write text I could in such a way as understand it better you could to read. Though…work it may not in that manner for you. Translated the tome I did not for Sara and doubt I do that she Faeish either can read.” She took a moment to think about it. She needed to make other copies too for family at some point and they too would have the same issue. As she cast her eyes over the text she noted that it was different, it didn’t read the same way hers did but she didn’t tell him that as she wasn’t sure he’d try it if she did. “Need go no-where for this to test Enver. Used it I have for to the threshold to come when I in our room I was. Like the night when returned you did from accursed realm. Elevator too long would have taken for I you to reach.”

Enver: "Oh." He chuckled, looking at the paper again, mumbling some words as he tried to make it out. "Isn't there a different way? Or maybe a way to say it in English? Like Take me home. Or, To the threshold!" he pointed a finger to the ceiling for extra emphasis.

Keara: “Oh translation perhaps there is. Though Faeish tricky language is. Sometimes several meanings one word can have. Those words sufficient for some are…but since moved you were not, perhaps yours they are not. So…Serious you must be for a moment.” She pointed at him briefly, giving him a stern and yet slightly playful look. “Focus you must on the paper that in your hands is. Think you must about where wish to be you do. And if fails this does. Throwing you through fadeportal I am. As perhaps motivation a part in this does play.” She wasn’t joking either in that last statement, as she was more than prepared to push him through to the Mausoleum if he had to then return to her using the tome she’d enchanted for him.

Enver: "But I could think of a lot more places to go rather than the front door." Enver waggled his brows at her, chuckled then shook his head trying to be serious. If she thought he needed to be serious maybe he should be. At least give it a fair good attempt. So Enver held the parchment paper in his hands and focused on the front doors. Where he needed to be. And in a blink of an eye he was gone, but not in the way she had hoped. Instead the male smashed face first into the back of the double doors given the aid of the killer ability, celerity. "It worked!" Enver held up the paper triumphantly as he remained glued to the door.

Keara: She heard the impact with the door and wondered what the hell he’d done. Was this Nox at work…or Deanna? She began to wonder if her sister’s talents had grown again as she knew that Deanna was capable of moving certain objects in the Asylum if she needed too. But Deanna was still in the room with them so it wasn’t her. She ran through to the reception area and stood by the stairs. “Something wrong you did. Sure of that I am. What were you thinking?”

Enver: "Wrong?" Enver grumbled, his eyes narrowing a little. "I'm at the damn door, aren't I?" He put a hand against the door to shove off it, cleared his throat and turned to look at her. "I was thinking hurry up and get me to the damn door and I did." He shrugged.

Keara: She nodded. “Never have I against the door landed. That part wrong was. Think perhaps through the portal you should go,” she pointed to the portal off to the side. “Go please. Wish to push you through it I do not. Wait here I shall for you. Even if takes you it does all night to return. Return you will with aid of tome that gifted you I have.” There was obviously no arguing with her in this, as she’d made up her mind and that was possibly evident from the fact she hadn’t even moved to inspect his nose to make sure he was okay. She was focused purely on the task at hand and the task was to get him to successfully use the scroll.

Enver: "Could just go right out the door." He moaned after sighing and running a hand through his hair before he headed to the portal. Once he was at the drop location, Enver sighed again, looked around and then at the paper. "Couldn't you take me to our bed instead? That'd be pretty helpful." He chuckled, then started turning the paper around from corner to corner as he tried to figure out how this magic worked.

Keara: “To bed we can go when return you do via new method gifted you. And without the door to hit.” She still had no idea how that had even been possible but she figured she’d have a few minutes to think it over after he stepped through the portal. “Wait here for you I shall,” she gestured to the portal again and then folded her arms to show her resolve. Despite her words, she really hoped he’d be home sooner rather than later as she didn’t like the idea of waiting all night for him when they could be together and if Deanna hadn’t of walked in when she did they likely wouldn’t even be testing the damn thing at that moment in time.

Enver: He wondered if this had to be done tonight. He didn't even know what the hell he was doing. And he wasn't sure if he'd ever need to use it. It was nice enough of her to do, but he didn't think he ever took too long to come home. "So how do you work?" Enver asked the paper as he tapped at it, not that he expected that to work. "Right. Asylum. Double doors." He closed his eyes and waited to be teleported there, but when he opened his eyes nothing had changed. He was still in the same spot. He growled. "I don't understand this magic stuff at all." Enver crumpled the paper a little bit, before he realized what he was doing and quickly uncrumpled it. "Sorry." he said, as if it heard him and he had hurt the thing.

Keara: The moment he left she unfolded her arms and went to sit on the computer desk. She watched the spot she knew he’d return to, if he could get the tome to work that was and she wanted to be close by to make sure he didn’t hit the door again. It didn’t take her long to crack and reach out to him though, as she wanted to make sure that he knew she wanted him to return to her before sunrise, even if he couldn’t make the tome work. ‘My Love? While wish I do not your concentration to break. Want you to know I do that wish I do for us in our bed this day to sleep. So if new method works does not…return you still should before sun over the horizon creeps.’

Enver: "I'm trying here!" He said out loud to no one, clearly feeling slightly frustrated. He wanted to be home. In bed. With her. He wanted that more than anything. And that's when his mind drifted from the task at hand, to Keara and the way he'd love to spend the night and the things he'd like to do to her. And before he knew it, Enver was standing in front of the doors and before she could say anything he was making his way to her.

Keara: The moment he appeared she smiled widely exposing her fangs. She wasn’t exactly sure what he’d done to make it work properly this time but then she didn’t require an explanation. She hopped from the desk and moved to place her arms over his shoulders, joining her hands behind his neck. “Home you are,” she said in a soft tone that clearly showed that she was just as proud of him as she was happy to see him again so soon. She came up onto her tiptoes and kissed deeply before speaking again; “Keep tome with you always…Please?”

Enver: His arms linked around her body as he nodded at her statement. He returned the kiss, pulling her in to him. "Well, if this is the sort of greeting I'll be getting when I use it, why would I give it up?" He winked down at her, his eyes mixed with humor and a devilish look. "So, about bed..." He trailed off, grinning from ear to ear.

Keara: She placed her lips to his, applying very little pressure, before speaking against them. “Catch me you must,” she slipped form his grasp and made a dash for the elevator, where of course she was likely to get caught as the doors would likely take their time to open before she’d even be able to get in.

Enver: He watched her go, chuckling as his head shook in amusement. He'd let her think she got a good start or the upper hand. Enver waited until the elevator door started to open before he thought of where he needed to be. "Elevator." He said and was there, not without a slight hiccup. Enver barrelled in to Keara, both arms wrapping around her to keep her from falling over. He laughed, kissed the top of her head and tugged her into the elevator with him before the doors closed.

Keara: She laughed as he caught her and let him pull her into the elevator with him. She hadn’t expected to get far and the idea was to get caught, so she was happy with this outcome. Enver brought out the more playful side of her personality, so she pretended to fight against him, until the doors opened that was and then she pulled away for real and then positioned herself behind him to pounce on his back. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and then whispered into his ear; “I’ve ordered Deanna to stay out of our room…So…Do with me you may what you will.”

Enver: He had to admit he liked when she fought against his advances, even if Enver knew she wouldn't fight too long in the back of his mind. It only made him want to show her how badly he wanted her that much more. When she hopped on his back, he laughed, paused and then wrapped his arms around her back. Enver gave her a tug so that she wasn't on his back anymore, but facing him as he made his way out of the elevator with her. "I planned on it." The male finally responded as his left foot closed the door to their cell.