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

Shamus: He canted his head off to the side, frowning a bit not caring for the current mind set. So Shamus shifted his head off to the other side figuring it would give him the different perspective he would need to change the views of everything. Like the dial of a radio being turned, the song changed and so did his mood. A small smile began to form around the corner of his lips and he stretched his mind out to Olive's. At first the music was blaring, For Whom The Bell Tolls, but after he pulled it back he was able to get his words across, "So... Are you happy with the new Mora?"

Olive: Music. She was listening to Dashboard Confessional one second; a mellow emo-toned male droning on about love and how hard it is - and then a hardcore song drowned that out, as she nearly dropped the cellphone she was taking apart to use as a gadget in one of her breaking and entering missions. She had found that breaking and entering had helped her pass the time, the time that had seemingly gone so slow since her sire had been gone. But she was back! She had heard her sires voice in her head not two days ago, and to her it was nothing sweeter than the smoothest melody to her ears. Or had her ears even heard it if she had spoken it directly to her mind?

Olive: No matter. She thought, then waited the brief time before Shamus' voice rang in the same fashion. How long until these people realize I cant just talk back? She quibbed, pulling her phone from her pocket and texting Shamus back. "What do you mean"

Shamus: The mood the music was laying upon began to dry out as his phone yelled to him, I'm TNT... Casually he flipped through the message and rolled his shoulders with a shrug. This was going to be a long night if he was going to have to do this repeatedly. Absent mindedly he began to scratch at his chin as he thought of a way around it, nodding to himself now and again. A loud cackle began to erupt from him as his mind flickered out once more, "Get your things together, I'm going to summon you to my place in Ivy soon." As he started to busy himself with getting ready to leave to it he crooked a smile and thought once more, "You should be happy. Even Elizabeth doesn't get such a kindness as a heads up."

Olive: Slipping off the stool next to the crafting bench she crossed to turn the music down that was flooding the apartment she was in. Turning the dial down to a more acceptable decible, she moved back to the cam scrambler that was guarding her attention. Shamus was lucky he could do that little trick he could, otherwise she wouldnt have likely checked her phone. Remembering that it hadnt been checked in a second and that it was still in her hand, she tapped at the screen slowly and read through some emails that had her smiling from ear to ear. Then Shamus was in her head again, and she blinked.

Olive: What? She thought instinctively, not sure what he meant. She had never been 'summoned'. Were people going to show up at her door and escort her? She couldnt help but laugh and shake her head at the thought. "Oh, Shamus." She said aloud, then texted him back. "Alright."

Shamus: Casual for him usually meant suits. Tonight there was a different feel in the air. He wanted something different, something more. Towards the back of his closet he found one of his old rock shirts. It still had red blood stains from either him getting stabbed or stabbing someone else. It was hard to remember a lot of the minor details. With the shirt and a pair of blue jeans he was almost ready to go. There was always an occasion for a hat and so he set forth to Ivy. The apartments always reminded him of when he was human. Run down, nothing to look out, and some place no one wanted to be after dark. It reminded him of home. The inside of his place was entirely different. For him, it was set up for a king. A big bed in a room with a sword hidden in case he needed it but that was not the show piece.

Shamus: A giant living room set up in case he wanted to play video games. He used to challenge Wolfgang, but it felt so long ago to him now. Skipper came trotting up to him as he began to stroll through the door, not caring so much for attention but wanting to smell the places Shamus had been. He thought the dog was more intelligent and adventurous than most people, though he would not say that to too many for his own sanity. As he got himself settled in one of his game chairs he began to concentrate on the essence he knew to be Olive. He could sense her through his own sources of his gift and began to call to her with a small incantantation.

Olive: Shutting her phone's screen off and pocketing the small communication device, Olive got up from the small makeshift crafting area and headed to her room. It was dirty, clothes scattered and strewn all over the floor, her bed unmade for weeks now, since the first night she had slept in the place. She really didnt come here often, but because she hadnt been since before it was fully decorated, she figured she'd spend the night there tonight. But Shamus apparently had other plans, and Olive was actually thankful for that. Yes, she had already made the decision to stay there for the night, but Shamus made it easy to null and void her decision and go along with his plans - whatever those may be.

Olive: She couldnt help but think of what all she may have needed for another meeting with him. The last time they had met, she had ended up drenched in blood from head to toe, and had to throw away the outfit she was wearing. Surveying her simple shortsleeved yellow, black and white plaided button down and tight skinny jeans she was wearing, she figured she'd be fine as she simply reached for a pair of shades and tucked them in ontop of her hair that poked up around them defiantly. And then it started. That tingling sensation one has in the back of their head just before the scary part of a movie - reaching up to rub at her head curiously.

Olive: And then her world swirled and melted together into his, and sure enough, she was standing before him in his residence. "Woah!" She exclaimed, giving a sharp laugh with it, "Holy smokes!"

Shamus: A brow raised as he looked at her. He did not quite expect the comments she had made. A tingling sensation of his own was starting to flare up, his own curiosity. For now he would have to push it aside as he would play the part of the good host, not that it was expected of him, but it was the proper thing to do. Still he did not stand to greet her, he just waved a hand about to one of the few gaming chairs, "Take yerself up a seat, ya don't be havin' ta stand unless ya want ta." A quirk of a grin started to form, only clinging to the right side. That would do for the pleasantries of being the host. Now he could get into more pressing matters, "Be not what ya expected or do it be somethin' else that be on yer mind?" He had an idea of what the answer would be, he usually did.

Shamus: But on the offhand chance that he would be wrong... Well that would make things extremely interesting and make up an entirely new topic of conversation. Tonight was definitely a night to talk after all.

Olive: Shamus quirked that signature curious grin of his, something that almost reminded her of the cheshire cat from alice in wonderland for some reason, the way his emotions curled in it. It wasnt a fake smile, that much she knew. She looked around as he waved, speaking to tell her she didnt have to stand. And well, she knew she didnt have to, but she was finding she didnt want to sit either. She wanted to look around. She trained her eyes on the stuff he had around the residence, not looking at him as she shrugged and picked up a remote to push a couple buttons and then drop it again. "I havent gotten the real chance to sit down and speak to her just yet. Have you?" She asked, then turning to look at him.

Olive: "I wasnt sure what to think of what you meant, honestly." She trailed off, giving another shake of her head then moving to take a seat next to him. "Knowing you, it could have meant two people showing up at my door and handing me an official summons or something." She joked, though that was originally what she had in mind.

Shamus: He liked to listen, it was what he did. There were times, depending on who he was around that he would talk and talk a lot, but he usually liked to ask question and find things out. Information was a powerful weapon and he liked to hold all the cards at the table. As she began to finish and take a seat, he had to admire her creativity on the way to summon people. He would have to work on how to get people to do that. it would require some effort or maybe a human thrall. He would figure out how to do something like that. it would be interesting to see the responses of the people. A cackle erupted from him as he thought about all the possibilities, too absorbed in his own thoughts to pay much else attention.

Shamus: It wasn't until he felt a nagging sensation that he looked and saw her. With a cough he pulled himself from his thoughts, straightened himself to look at her better, and began to rattle off, "Ah... I be more of an observer than a talker. So it be tha sad fate that me and Mora do not be much on tha associatin' list, as it were. But I do be notin' a trend in tha habits I be seein'. If I were ta draw a conclusion ta it all, it be that tha memory loss of Mora will cause her ta forget how she used ta be and bring forth a new Mora." He waved a hand back and forth as if it didn't matter, "But she be tha forgetful type anyways. She be promotin' how she be nuetral in one sentance and wantin' ta kill someone in tha next before ya were turned anyhow."

Olive: Looking at the seat as she sat in it, she couldnt contain the smile on her face. This was pretty much what she had invisioned Shamus' crib to look like. Gamer, modern, refined. It spoke to who he was in character, and she liked that. That he wasnt fake. Then he laughed at her response, and she raised her brows to him with her smile. Had it really been that funny of an idea? To be summoned that way? I guess it is. Olive chuckled and shifted against the curved chair, putting her hands behind her head with her fingers interlaced together. This was a nice place he had, and she liked it. Maybe he had some racing games somewhere she could immerse herself in sometime when she got truly bored.

Olive: Both seemingly brought back to reality at the same time as he coughed a little, then went on. Olive blinked. Memory loss? What was he talking about? And then it hit her. Oh yeah. She pulled a hand from behind her head and scratched at her jawline for a moment, then put it back. Glancing between her chucks and Shamus as he spoke, her smile didnt fade. She was just glad to be talking about her sire. That her sire was around, to be talked about again. Sure, Olive mentioned her here and there, but it made her saddened to not know what the woman was doing all this time so she did her best not to think about it. But now she did have to!

Olive: She could think about Mora, and talk about Mora, and feel prouder than she already was to call her sire. "I guess I dont really know her enough to know that side of her - after all, you've known her longer." She hadnt imagined that Mora was a bit different than she had percieved her sire to be.

Shamus: He bobbed his head back and forth with a nod, "That be a possibility, aye." He stretched and bit and put his hands behind his head as he got a bit more comfortable, "But it be tha same with everyone. Tha facade for tha public, tha face we have for those that be in closer ta us, and then we have our true selves." He kicked his feet a bit, not wanting to be still for too long, "So while I can say this and that, I only know of what she be sayin'. I could never be one ta tell ya what be on tha inside, I not be one ta be able ta read inta tha depths of tha soul." He cracked a bit of a grin as he looked at her, "And if I could, I'd hate it. It be makin' things too borin' ta have a good life. Ta have all tha answers ta all tha questions seems a bit stale. What do ya think?"

Olive: Olive blinked out of reflex, making sure to never lose the habit even though she really didnt need to do it anymore. He was right, everyone seemingly put up a facade of sorts - though she didnt, she was sure others would think they did unless they got to know her better and realized that she didnt. She didnt need to - if someone liked her then they liked her, if they didnt, oh well! She wouldnt spend a single second of her time trying to please anyone aside from Mora and herself. And maybe Liz and Shamus too, come to think of it. She blinked again, giving a slight nod.

Olive: "True, but just because you read into someones soul doesnt mean you'd have all the answers ya know. I'd think that'd be cool to be able to do, actually." She wouldnt mind knowing peoples true intentions before they did. Be someone like Zodiac, almost foreseeing the future.

Shamus: He moved once again in his chair, this time so he could roll his shoulders with a shrug, "Depends on tha person. I be good at takin' guesses at what might happen. Be it street smarts or be it plain luck. If I were ta know tha move that ya be ta make before ya be ta do it, it would make it all too easy and I be havin' no fun." He shook his head a bit and ran his fingers through his hair, "We all be creatures of habit anyways. Take it for example, about now be tha time ya be thinkin' all this over real hard and ya be scratchin' around yer jaw as ya contemplate what all I be sayin'." Slowly he tilted his head off to the side, "Whether I be right or wrong, there be still some gamble. If I see all there be ta see... It takes tha odds away and tha fun along with it.

Shamus: There be no prey that can hide, no movement I will not see, or anything else." He gave her a soft smile, "Tha world would be in slow motion and just plain dull."

Olive: Feet planted firmly on the ground in her black and white chucks, Olive started rocking ever so much in her chair as her brown eyes trailed to him, then the wall, then the couch, then the tv, then back to him. Fun. Shamus had an odd definition of fun, in which Olive learned about durring their last meeting. But she figured it was really just him reaching out and exploring, do new things, that was what he thought fun was. Not necessarily doing something one likes rather, but doing something new to see if one liked doing it. And Olive understood that all too well. She herself did things she didnt like doing just to see if anything had changed from time to time. But not like Shamus did, not as often as he did. And she liked that about

Olive: him - his spontenaity. She grinned at him. She honestly hadnt even taken note that she had scratched at her face, and yet he was right - she didnt do it because it itched. She did it out of habit, because she was thinking. She found that around Shamus she watched what she said very closely - he tended to get in depth and very dissective of people, and what they said. He was even doing it to her, this very moment. She just grinned at him, giving him a shrug. "Better to be dull than predictable, eh?"

Shamus: He was scratching at his own chin as he watched her, waited for her to answer. Then out of nowhere she comes across with something beyond cheeky or so he thought. As much as he wanted to stare a hole straight through her, he could not help himself and began to bark with laughter. His head was falling backwards as he shook with it from head to toe. At great lengths, he was finally able to calm himself and shook his head with a smile, "Aye... That be a truth, aye. But if ya be wantin' ta change tha subject, ya can easily do so without havin' ta have me crack me own ribs in tha process." The quirk of a grin was claiming his features as he offered her a wink. For what it was worth, Olive was always sharp enough to come up with a good answer. Whether he expected the answer or not.

Shamus: It made things interesting to be around her. Whether for conversation or other activities. If he didn't know so many horrible Shadows, he would call it a trait, but there were a lot of weird ones out there. At least she had a good head on her shoulders.

Olive: He bursted out with his laughter than echoed gently off the walls and absorbed into the fabric of the room, she herself simply sitting back and letting a smug smirk dash her lips from her faded grin. She wouldnt outwardly admit it, but she was proud that she was able to make him laugh like that. The way it forced his eyes to close and his lips turn up into a smile, the way his face wrinkled up around his eyes and his cheeks puffed out to prove that it was in fact a genuine laugh. She was proud of that. She watched him laugh, and she herself gave off a couple chuckles here and there, as if his was infectious. And for the most part, it was. Because she had been serious in her statement... though she had an inkling he knew that.

Olive: She smirked, "But where's the fun in that?" She jested, splaying a hand, to show that she had just enjoyed the moment of brief laughter from the male whom barely even smiled genuinely. She moved to cross her arms over her chest lightly, careful of the double wound there. Stupid Nix. "No, seriously, you wouldnt know everything, but to know that much, I think that'd be quite the talent to have. To show off."

Shamus: Once more he found himself nodding. She was right in a sense. Double meanings, hidden words, and jokes were always a good time. Also tended to keep the mind sharp. Olive was good at taking up on the trend, too. He would have to keep his wits sharp, though. Between her and Elizabeth... It would get interesting to see if he could keep up or pull enough out of the air to get by. As his head canted off to the side he was still nodding, "Too true, too true. Tha joys of life be tha unexpected and tha laughter." But once more they had found their way back to the topic of knowledge, so to speak. He started off quickly with shaking his head and waving his hand, "That may be tha case, but I be standin' on tha grounds I have been."

Shamus: "I think ya be eventually ta be able ta put tha dots tagether yerself about most of tha people here in tha city and then ya be able ta know more of what I mean. But ta show off a bit... It might be a bit fun for a day or two." A quirk of a grin took his features and he started to laugh a bit, "Especially ta one up tha Telepaths and such."

Olive: Olive's smirk turning into a bit of a serious look for a second, one of thought, then back to a soft smile. She couldnt see it. She couldnt picture herself getting bored with that kind of power. And it was the kind of power that she couldnt see herself wanting to ever give away, or rather, just use for one day or two and then give back. No, she would want to keep such a power, the power of reading minds. But she wasnt hungry for it either - she didnt find herself wanting that kind of power, no, but rather just enjoying the thought of having it. She was more so in agreeance with Shamus to a point - a hard to explain point at that. "I'd probably want to keep it, not just for a day or two... but I'd definitally show it to a couple telepaths thats for sure."

Olive: She chuckled gentle and let her chocolate orbs float over Shamus' attire. It was what a normal person would wear, for lack of better explanations, and she rather liked the look on him. Plus, the blood on the shirt added a bit of flavor to his wardrobe yet again. "Nice shirt." She said with a bit of a sharp upturn of her chin towards him.

Shamus: His fingers picked at his shirt as she mentioned it. He could remember where he got the shirt, but not exactly how. Whether he stole it, someone bought it for him, or he seduced a person to get it. He frowned a bit as he tried to think back and shook his head some. It was troublesome trying to remember things at times. There were two things that happened every time: A fog shrouded the memory or he recalled it with perfect clarity as if he had just experienced it. He rolled his shoulders with a bit of a shrug, "There was a concert goin' on that I desired ta go ta. At tha time I was quite a bit poorer than I be now. So I decided ta go and request that tha vendor let me get in anyways." He grinned a bit as he nodded, "Needless ta say, I got tha shirt at tha concert. As ta how..."

Shamus: "Well I cannot do tha story justice in tellin' it, that much I be able ta assure ya." He gave a bit of a nod and looked at her with his head tilted off to the side, "I think Bowling For Soup was tha headline of tha concert if I be rememberin' right." He waved a hand, "It be different ta see me in this kind of attire, aye?"

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

Olive: Olive smirked lightly at his explanation of where he got the shirt, nodding slowly as he spoke. She liked his accent, the way he spoke and cut words off to merge them with others. She figured it was Irish, that and that it was kinda how her grandfather spoke - who was half Irish himself. She raised her brows at the fact that he got the shirt at a concert - she loved music. She in fact had just bought a set of turn tables for the new apartment her and Cree shared over in the Sangue Fort. She nodded again then, agreeing with his question. "Oh yeah. I was expecting your usual suit and jacket."

Olive: "Felt like changing things up eh?" She asked, moving to interlace her fingers together again only this time stretch her arms out straight in front of her until each of her knuckles made a loud poping noise that alleviated the built up pressure in her hands that was barely noticeable but still there.

Shamus: Not one for talking. It seemed that how Olive was usually. He had noticed before that she liked to observe more than be in the thick of it all. A smile touched his lips as he thought about it all. The traits were such things Shamus knew he held tightly to him. To accomplish anything, one would have to do the talking while the other observed. He rolled his head around in a few circles before scratching at his jaw. At the moment he felt like he had done more than enough talking, whether that was true or not. He would have to start raising the stakes a bit. A quirk of a grin started to settle in slowly as he thought about what to do as he let her words sink in. His eyes gazed deeply into hers for a few moments before he gave a response he found fitting,

Shamus: "That could be a true enough of an answer, aye. It just be seemin' that tha beat we all follow be strummin' on a different line this evenin'." He cackled a bit as he canted his head off to the side, still staring off into her eyes, "So what be it that ya be hearin'? Tha beat that be instillin' tha drive?"

Olive: Shamus took a pause in responding to her, and during that silence Olive looked around again. It wasn't dim and dark in this apartment, like Olive would have imagined Shamus' place to be. It had plenty of lights, though they were off in the far corners so that where the two of them sat was a bit darker than the rest of the room, which she found she was thankful for. Sometimes being in the light hurt her eyes even, which she attributed to being a shadow to. She looked back to Shamus who had been staring at Olive, seemingly thinking about where to take the conversation to. He always thought before he spoke, and she really like that about him. That he stopped and actually contemplated the conversation, instead of just filling it with nonsense.

Olive: Their conversations always held weight and she liked that. What was she feeling? What was the inner voice of hers singing lately? "Mora. I'm just so glad she is back... makes me happy. I don't feel like I'm missing a part of me anymore... sure, there is a hole in my heart but right now it feels whole again." She grinned. Truth, all of it, and it felt good to express that.

Shamus: He sat forward as he listened to her, setting his chin in his palm. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like to be a psychiatrist and sit, listening to everyone, learning all the small kinks of the mind. While it sounded like a lot of fun, it sounded too difficult. To listen to everyone's problems... He'd never be able to do such a thing, never in his right mind. He didn't like people that much. Olive, he could deal with. She didn't try to hide who she was like most of the world did. Sitting in front of him now she was still who she was on the outside, though possibly a bit more comfortable. He blinked a few times as he had to remind himself not to get lost in his own thoughts, "Tha feelin' of havin' one return after a long period of absence always brings forth tha fountain of joy."

Shamus: "Even if ya be at each other's throats at tha last time ya be talkin'." He gave a small nod, "I be glad that ya can feel tha way that ya do."

Olive: Olive nodded and laughed a little cheerful laugh, agreeing. "Oh yes. Though we weren't at each others throat.... she had done something without even meaning to - she showed me her turning. It was weird... like I was there, as her... I felt it. Her feelings, emotions, the hair standing up on the back of her neck even." Olive blinked and rubbed the back of her neck before moving to interlace her fingers again and put them behind her head. "I cant believe she went through that, and still accepts what she is. I think I'd be rejecting everything about me if I went through something so horrific." She went on, not realizing that maybe Shamus didn't know the details to Mora's turning.

Olive: She shook her head a bit to rid the creeping feeling that rose in her throat, swallowing it down with a small gulp of air. "But now... I doubt she even remembers it. I'm just glad she remembers me... though even if she didn't I'd do my best to help her remember." She smiled again, nodding, yes, she knew Mora meant enough to her that she was most certainly worth a hell of an effort.

Shamus: Things always had a weird way of turning out. Just as Shamus was going off on a random tangent between his own experiences and Rocklin, it would seem he had hit the nail on the head of a different experience between Olive and Mora. Fate tended to smile on him in that aspect, even if it usually was a gruesome smirk that gave a shiver. His head slowly tilted off to the side as he observed her, letting Olive talk more and more. Judging by how she was acting alone, it must have been quite the experience. A telepaths power at work. So fascinating at times to see all the little things that could be done to the mind. He rolled his head around in a few circles. Now was not the time to think about such things, there were more important things. He came out of the head roll with a small shake of his head,

Shamus: "I be of tha apologizin' kind ta be hearin' about tha experience that ya had ta endure. Ta be turned once not be tha best of times. Ta see it through another's eyes..." He shook his head a bit with a small frown, "But it be good ta see that ya be holdin' up well." He offered a smile, not really caring so much about how Mora was turned, but the aspect of how he might be able to show others things with his mind. The idea of it made him just want to give it a try just to see, but now was not the time.

Olive: Her own turning hadn't been so bad. Mora had been as delicate as possible, and had been so sweet to her directly after, that Olive couldn't help but simply take right to her. Sire and childe, that bond they shared was priceless. Olive nodded slowly and then flashed him a smile. Holding up well was such an understatement. Olive was filled with so much joy that her sire was back, from god knows where, and not leaving again. Olive had even tasked her wraith to follow Mora around from now on - so it was a good thing that Mora wouldn't mind him. Her smile only faded a little at the thought of Mora getting herself into a predicament and Mushu not being able to help her as no wraith could.

Olive: "Its alright, she doesn't even remember it now. Only I know how she was turned, and I'll probably just shrug at her and not tell her. Save her the gory deets." Olive laughed a little, weird that she was in the position to tell someone else about their own turning. She wondered what else Mora could have shown her before her memory seemingly got wiped clean. Olive had struggled to try to understand and make sense of it all, to try to figure out what exactly could have caused such a thing to happen to Mora; but only continuously came up empty handed.

Shamus: His mind still held captive the thoughts of what sort of things the powers of a telepath could do. It was uncharted territory. Even though he knew he could not do such things at the moment and knew it was useless to think about it, it still plagued him. He knew some of the extent of Elizabeth's capabilities and she often remarked on how well he was with the telepath powers, but Shamus often toyed those abilities around with other things. Coupling the weak aspects with another set to create something new all together. It was an interesting, but tiring process. Perhaps that was what was needed to do something of the sort. It was then the full weight of Olive's words set in on him. Things began to shape more and more in his mind.

Shamus: Shamus knew that Mora did not quite seem the same and this would explain a great deal of it. She didn't remember a lot. The stoic features set in as the tips of his fingers barely crossed. It might just be possible that to do such a thing had a great cost. To share a memory would be to lose it. He tilted his head to the side as he stared into Olive's eyes, considering many things. Of all the things he considered one stuck out the most: Mora had found out how to give a memory away and she chose Olive to hold it for her. He gave a small nod as if confirming it all to himself, "Just be usin' yer best judgement. It be a fickle business tha lot of it. There be no tellin' how she be reactin' when tha push of it comes back and if she be needin' tha push." A hand came to scratch at his chin as he wondered what would happen if the memory were to return.

Shamus: He would really like to see that. Whether good or bad, it would make for a great show.

Olive: Shamus always, always paused before speaking. Olive was constantly looking to him to see his reactions, his actions just prior to speaking, trying to decode the vast encryption of the mind of Shamus. But one never could tell exactly what he was thinking, and because of that Olive was never able to pin-point just what words would come out of the males mouth first. She idly thought back to the first time the two actually met, her hand sliced open from the sudden speech in her mind that she was now entirely used to. Mora did it all the time and now so did Shamus, and Olive couldn't help but smirk ever so gently as she thought about the fact that the two of them seemed to always forget that she couldn't just talk right back to them. Though that would be cool if she could.

Olive: She raised her brows at his response. Fickle. Yes. She nodded, "Right, right. I feel like everything that happened between us is almost like... off limits to me to talk about. In case it is a switch like thing, and I mention the one thing that brings those memories back... I'd rather not be the one responsible for such a thing. I mean, clearly the memory upset her, as I'm sure others did... I'd just rather her not have any at all and start over. At least now I have partial control over her having many more good ones than bad." Olive smiled. She only wanted her sire to have happy memories. Ever. Was that so much to ask?

Shamus: He gave a slow nod. He could understand her feelings to want to do the things she was doing. He had also been in the predicament a few times before. It never ended up the way he had wanted it. For a few moments Shamus debated on whether or not to tell her what he knew or just let her go on until everything met at the fork in the road. Eventually he just gave another nod as he looked into Olive's eyes, "Vampires spring forth from humans and we tend ta take on their tendencies whether we be ones ta admit it or not. Humans be a creature of habit. They do tha same things repeatedly, day in and day out until they learn that it not be somethin' they should be doin'." He gave another nod before going on, "With hills there be valleys. Ta be able ta appreciate how high up ya be, ya have ta know how low tha valley be." He tilted his head to the side and gave a little smile. He felt that would be enough for her to think on without giving a push either way, "That be what I have ta think on it all, at least."

Olive: Cryptic. The way Shamus spoke was always confusing to Olive. At least, partially. She did understand plenty enough to carry an intelligent conversation with the male she had come to admire however cryptic he was. She knew the way he thought, at least, the way he didn't like to deter peoples own opinions and decisions - so it helped to be able to decipher exactly what he was trying to say. But then again, sometimes she could tell when he was just trying to fill the conversation in order to keep it going. She shook her head. "We are not what we once were - evolution or not, people change. Vampire and human alike." Look at Mora.

Olive: She looked over at him and smiled though. He was right in his second statement, that much she could agree on. "One has to experience the low in order to want to change though. Maybe Mora just hit a low, so low, she was forced to defend her mind the best she could - by forgetting it." Olive shrugged. Who knew.

Shamus: He raised a brow as he listened to her explain. His arms crossed slowly as a small frown came to him. He should have known better. He should have never said anything at all. Olive was intelligent enough to see what all he had seen, but she was also stubborn enough to say what she thought. He rolled his shoulders a bit in a shrug as he thought about it, it could have been worse. At least she did the things he liked about her, "Very well, let us be discussin' Mora as tha point, then..." He canted his head over to the other side as he continued to gaze into her eyes, "There be tha constant in life and that be change, aye. But what be tha aspect that brings forth tha monument that be change be experience. That be what Mora be lackin' now. What brings forth change be important lessons in life.

Shamus: Tha most crucial ones that we hold most dearly be tha ones that hurt us most. Those be tha ones that shape us ta who we are. Now she be havin' ta go through tha same ol' song and dance once more ta relearn what she once knew. Ta know who be friend, ta who be foe. It be more than just what appears ta be. As for tha valleys, Olive..." He rolled his head around in a few circles, before straightening it out to look her dead straight in the eyes, "If she be forgettin' about them all... How can she be truly happy if all she be knowin' be tha good times? It just be another day and if she not be likin', it be gone. Everythin' that once meant so much, means so little, despite what she be sayin'. Ta know comedy, one must be an expert of tragedy."

Olive: Blinking, Olive let her gaze fixate on Shamus as he spoke. The way he spoke no longer mattered to her - his accent no matter how thick - she understood him. She hadn't realized that she herself had been speaking about Mora this whole time, and that he at some point meant just people as a whole. Why did Mora mean so much to her, that the woman was constantly on her mind?

Olive: Mora had saved her yes, given her a new life that was nearly identical to her old one of ways, but aside from that, Mora hadn't done that much for her. A place to stay, a job, a reliable weapon. A good friend. Olive then struggled to find what else Mora had done... but then her thoughts snapped back to the subject at hand and it was left to be pondered some other time.

Olive: Dangerous. Danger. Mora might have done what she did to protect her mind from shattering - but in turn possibly had left herself open for a whole new level of danger that could swarm her at any time. Enemies... did Mora have enemies? Olive couldn't ever remember Mora telling her of any, only friends. Hell, even the one who turned her so viciously Olive remembered Mora talking about as if they were her friend. "Oh Jesus." Slipped out, and Olive swallowed thickly.

Shamus: There was a silence as he sat there and let Olive grasp everything. The Mora now was not the Mora that came before the memory loss. Whether happier or not, he didn't really know or care for that matter. Once more he was rolling his shoulders with a shrug, "It not be that bad, ta worry Jesus over." He waved a hand as if he could dismiss all the troubles, "Just use yer judgement, reel it back ta her slowly, and be there for her when she needs ya. Nothin' ta worry too much about." He gave a small smile and then shook his head a bit. He somehow always ended up in situations like these. That being places he didn't want to be in. His eyes glanced skyward as he wondered if the heavens were going to be constantly testing his patience and seeing what he would do.

Shamus: Once more he shook his head and mouthed a silent prayer of forgiveness for even thinking about questioning the plans that were made for him, before looking to Olive again, "As much as I be one ta abhor it, I seem ta be havin' a knack for meddlin'." A sly grin took to him as he kept her gaze, "One of these nights I be sure ta be havin' ta break tha habit. What be ya thinkin' on it?"

Olive: She offered a light laugh at his first statement, as if she had actually meant what she had said. She couldn't remember the last time she tried praying. In all honesty. She couldn't remember the last time she had been to church even. She probably had gone at some point with her father as a youngin', but remembering that far back for her seemed impossible. She could barely remember first grade. Shamus waved his hand at her and told her to use her judgement. Oh yes, she would be. And plenty of it, too. With the utmost care, nothing less would be given for her sire.

Olive: Then he was on about how he generally found himself meddling, whether that be with other peoples thoughts or actions, and Olive couldn't help but quirk a brow at him. She silently wondered where that came from, that line of thought, but then he asked her a question and she pursed her lips to the side in thought on it. She opened her mouth to start to speak, then shut it, then opened it again as her words filled the room. "About you doing it, or about you breaking the habit of it?" She asked, then went on to just cover both. "I think you do it because you find it leads to entertainment. I don't mind it so much." She shrugged.

Olive: "As for you breaking the habit - I don't think you could if you tried." She laughed, shaking her head at him.

Shamus: He tilted his head back and forth from one side to the other as he weighed Olive's question and debated on what he wanted her opinion on. He didn't have a chance to answer before she was telling him the answer to both. This was the preferred method indeed. He was able to dissect everything. Before he was able to go into it too deep he was throwing his head backwards and barking with laughter. It felt to him like it was quite some time before he was able to calm himself and when he did, he was eyeing her once more, "Aye, I imagine it be so. Such is tha way things seem ta be." He gave another nod and continued to eye her as he scratched at his chin, "It been a bit of a while since I have had tha challenge and I wonder..." He bit on his lip as he thought about it and gave another nod,

Shamus: "Wolf be tha last person who be able ta do any justice ta it and he be a bit of a prick and be off doin' what pricks do." He nodded, thinking he had taken the nice route in saying that, "How be ya fancy a bit of Call of Duty. I not be that swell at it, but I be able ta hold tha ropes a bit if ya not be too busy. And it be good enough ta keep yer mind of tha things that be able ta make tha ticker stop." He gave her a bit of a wink before staring off into her eyes.

Olive: When Shamus laughed, Olive continued to laugh. She couldn't help it. His laugh was infectious, and it only made her want to laugh with that goofy grin on her face. Her laughing died down before his did, and she simply sat there smiling at him. Yes, she fondly enjoyed her time with Shamus, he always made her laugh - even if they were talking about serious things. She brought her hands from behind her head and stretched out, toes pointed out and arms up as her shoulders gave soft little pops and the bones shifted, until she exhaled the air in her lungs and drew in another deep breath only to exhale half of it.

Olive: His offer was tempting, but she was starting to get tired. Very tired, and fast. She checked her watch after moving one of the bracelets she had on up her arm, revealing that it was well past time for her to get going if she was going to beat the sun coming up and get home in time. "Nah, I need to get going. I got this thing from Mora where the sun puts me out no matter where I'm at. Need to be indoors or else." She smirked, standing up and moving to push his shoulder and sway him a bit in his seat. "You have a good one, I'll rain check the video game." She smiled, and then headed for the door after a moments pause.