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

This RP takes place on Friday 28th February 2014.

Enver: He scoffed and looked at her. "I'm not talking about fighting me. I'm talking about fighting the possible situation you're, we're in. You're just resigned to the fact you're going to die. It's annoying as hell." He growls and gives her another shake.

Keara: She doesn’t move to stop him in any way and just gets shaken by him till he stops. “Change you cannot what happen shall Enver. If fight I could. Fight I would. Wish you for me to try again for the creature to remove? As if pleases you that does. Try I shall.”

Enver: "See, that's just it!" He sneers, frustrated at her resigned nature. "Maybe it can't get taken out of you that way. Maybe there's some other way." He lets go of her and shakes his head. "What the hell am I supposed to do with you stuck in there if you die?" He scowls and takes a step back. "You even think about that? Least you can fadewalk. News flash for you, sweetcheeks. I can't."

Keara: She sighs softly and looks up at him. She didn’t have the energy to fight with him and yet it seemed he was going to try and push her into it if he could. “Enver…Talked about this we have. In your mind I will be. Day and night if wish it you do. If wish it you don’t likely too. Expect you I do not for me to visit there. Expect I do for you my family to care for. As agreed you did.” She tries to take a hold of one of his hands. “If knew I did of way for parasite to remove, done it already I would have. Know you that…yes? Fight I will for to live when time comes. Till then…hide I must. Alone if needs be.”

Enver: jerks his hand away. "Alone? What the hell do you mean alone? I'm right here, aren't I?" He grumbles as he plops down on the couch again. "Sure, we talked about it, more like you threw all this at me on top of a lot of other things. Don't like it any. Not one damn bit." He pulled out his pack of cigarettes and lit one. "What're you saying to Peter. Got the poor kid half out of his damn mind over you."

Keara: “Barely said anything I have Enver. That my issue is. Two fledgling I have. Need me they do. Care you do not for Charlotte but worry for her I do. Had to tell my childer I did that even if see me they do not for a while that care about them I do and that I here am.” She moves from the chair to the corner of the room behind it, wraps her arms around her legs and pulls herself into the foetal position, her head resting on the wall to her right. “Here and not here you are. Wanted I did for with you to talk…about everything and…said it all okay was you did. So yell at me Enver. Scream. Shout. Hit me even. Fight you I shall not. Better then perhaps feel you will?”

Enver: "I don't care about Charlotte because I don't know anything about her. Except that she likes to use her powers on you and Regan. Not a real good first impression." Enver scoffed and shrugged. "Peter'll be alright." He nodded his head as he stared at her. "I'm not going to hit you. Or scream and shout. What the hell do you want from me? While you're being resigned to dying, I'm trying to think how best to keep that from happening. Without your help."

Keara: “Want you do for me hoarse to go with repetition? Nothing is there for to be done Enver. Resigned I am as the truth of this situation see I clearly. Knew I did the consequences of our actions, even if you did not. Change I would not what passed has…This the path is that on I am. There is no fork in the road whereupon decisions made can be. Follow it I must. And Charlotte…Charlotte innocent is Enver. Convinced I am that understands her powers yet she does not. Know I do that you that should understand. Guidance she needs. Deserve she does, as Peter does…” her voice trails off as she places her head on her knees and covers it with her hands, “a better sire.”

Enver: "Oh, for crying out loud. You're a better sire than I am." He took a deep inhale of his cigarette before he sighs. : Know where Charlotte might hang out at? Guess I could try and find her. And no, I don't understand. Not after being harassed by your other, endearing telepath creation."

Keara: “So perfect control had you over your ability for into my mind to speak…yes…from day that discovered you did that you that power had?” She said having raised her head a little to peer at him over her knees. “And no. Nothing about my childe do I know as left her I did for Hannah to find. Then home I came and realised did what wrong with me was…And dealing with you…And me…And…Seen her since I have not and now too late is for her to see. A new moon in the sky there shall be before see her again I do.”

Enver: "Fantastic." Enver grumbled. "And my slip ups didn't hinder anyone. Not really." He glared at the top of her head, before circling back to the other topic at hand. "How are you planning on fighting the thing, if it is what you think it is?" He let the smoke out of his lung, his gaze softening slightly.

Keara: “Matters not if hindered me you did. Control your power you could not. No different is it for fledglings. Perhaps send Deanna I should for her to find?” She went silent for a few moments, almost forgetting the question he’d asked about how she’d deal with it; a question she was sure he already knew the answer to. “And kill it of course. My blade always with me is…Only require I do the strength for it to fight. Perhaps hold it at bay I can…with powers. Slow it down enough for it to harm, before its teeth and claws too much damage to my body do?”

Enver: "Got it all sorted then, yeah? So you're going to, ahh, birth it out or whatever, then kill it. Meanwhile, I'll be, I guess playing house with Peter, Charlotte, Jonah and whoever else." Enver licked his fingertips of his opposite hand, snuffed out the cigarette with it and then pocketed the cigarette. "See why there's no need to really talk about things anymore." His jaw slowly clenched together before he stood again. "Sounds great."

Keara: “Really? Wish I do not for with you to argue and yet determined you are for me angry to make. Yes? Think you do that perhaps help that shall…Well help it will not. Can you a fadebeast kill? Summon one now I can if wish you do to practise. Kill one I can…If at full strength I am. Know I do not if even able to move I shall be after damage done to me is by creature but fight I shall. Angry you are that I no plan have but plan I do to fight when able I am for that to do…And this answer you also mad does make. Wonder I do what answer you happy will make?” She was still huddled in the corner of the room, her arms around her knees, only now her head was up and she was glaring at him with dark brown eyes.

Enver: "Don't know. But seems you do." He crossed his arms at his chest. "Since you've already got it in your mind you're going to have to be the one to kill it, if you're still around." He shrugged. "It's fine. Forget about it. No point in talking about it." He dropped back down on the couch, arms still crossed. "I'll try and find Charlotte tomorrow."

Keara: A soft growl escapes her lips as she begins to bang her head on the wall behind her half a dozen times. “Tomorrow go I shall away. Then deal with me you need not. If lucky you are cross the boundary I shall and test we can if death more permanent is beyond the confines of the city. Then need you do not for with me to talk, or fight and let you can my family fall apart. When free of me you are perhaps happy you will be.”

Enver: "Are you ******* crazy?" Enver got up from the couch with a growl of his own. "You're not going anywhere out of the god damn city. I'm not sure why you've got this idea in your head I want my wife to be dead, but that's the exact ******* opposite thing I want to happen." He moved over in front of her, grabbed an arm and yanked her up. "Don't suggest something like that again. Ever."

Keara: Pulled up from the floor, she growls back at him. “Your wife I am when suits you it does. Acting strange around me you have been since returned I did. What else expect you for me to think? Perhaps in love again you have fallen with your ex-wife. Some sense perhaps that might make as to why intimate with me you wish not to be. Or perhaps Crash for you a more suitable match did find?” She stares directly into his eyes as they speak and while deep down she doesn’t believe a word she says at this point, she’s able to say it regardless as her fear of losing him fills her mind with crazy thoughts that her saner self would have dismissed before the thought was even fully formed.

Enver: His jaw clenched together tightly as the hand that grabbed her arm let go of her. It slowly clenched at his side, before Enver threw it out at the wall behind her. "You don't know **** about my relationship with my ex-wife. Don't bring her up again." The comment about Crash didn't bother him, because Enver knew she was just being her usual over the top self since the fadebeast thing.

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

Keara: “Know nothing I do for tell me nothing you do. Want you do to talk, to plan when suits you it does but then secrets from me you keep. Allowed I am not for your past to know? Why? What can you say that want I do not to hear? That loved her more than me you did. With her for years you were…yes? I am but a day in your life. A footnote in your history. Is that why talk of her you never do? Know you do of Ven…spoken of him we have. Answer I do all your questions and mine you avoid. Told me you did not that into a raid you went. Like those places you do not. There I was not. Did you that also for me to hurt. Here I must stay, so you my pastime from me take. Will you Peter take too while trapped I am? Is that why worry you do for what say I might?” Her mind was racing and she wasn’t even aware of half the things she was thinking or the fact that they were escaping into the world. Things that she didn’t want to say, or had perhaps been keeping in while trying not to argue with the man she loved; as loved him she did, even when blinded with rage. He was the only person in the world that could have her spinning out of control and grounded at the same time.

Enver: "I went to the raid looking for you the first time I was in it. Since that's you know, your thing. Peter ran in to me and gave me a key. Figured I'd pay him back for being nice to me. Something rare in your family." Enver skipped past the first things she said, to focus on the other things. "I'm doing what you wanted me to do, yeah? I like Peter. Thought it'd make you happy I was looking in on him and we got along alright." Enver looked away at her and at the wall to his left. "You're not trapped in here. You can mind speak and email, yeah? Hell, you can even go in Shadows and go around town. You're the one keeping yourself in here and I've been here with you most the damn night." His eyes shifted from the wall and back to his wife. "You're only feeling this way because there's nothing in here for you to do. Where's an altar? When was the last time you did a ritual? I can swing by the house and pick some things up you need. Hell, I'll move our entire cell here if that'll make you happy."

Keara: She growled; the noise emanated in the back of her throat and grew in intensity as he spoke. “So rude my family are? And think you do that you me can distract from answers that yet again refuse to give you do. If insist you do on your secrets to keep, know you I never shall and doomed our marriage. And wonder you do why I your love for me question.” She tenses and flexes her fingers before digging her nails into the palms of her hands, as she tries to stop her anger from building any further.

Enver: "Wouldn't say rude. Seems like River's family. Quiet until they need something. Minus a couple of them. I'm sure there are more than five people in your family." He muttered with a shrug. "Some of them are rude, yeah. Especially to you. Do a lot for them, I know they use your information and resources, but don't say a god damn thing. So yeah, some of them are rude." His eyes narrowed before he stared at the wall. "Not sure why you care so damn much about my ex-wife. Not everyone was like you and Ven."

Keara: He was standing there and insulting her family. Half of what he was saying was probably true, all of it even and yet she didn’t like to hear it. She too could be quiet, it was a real effort for her to reach out like she did to those she loved and to her it almost sounded like he was mocking her for it. She clenched her jaw so tightly as he spoke that it began to ache and she couldn’t stand to look at his face, her eyes focused on his chest. “Family rarely perfect is Enver. What makes you family is how you in a crisis react. So long as happy my clan are, happy I shall be for them. And as for your wife,” she said deliberately dropping the ex part for a moment, “Care I do about your past, as your past you has shaped. Stand before me now you would not had you another path chosen. So like I would for to know how came to be here you did. Even if ask I must for eternity.” Her words were sharp , her anger clearly audible in every syllable, as was the restraint she was showing in her clenched fists, as she fought the urge to punch him square on the jaw in her usual and not so tactful manner.

Enver: "She's not my god damn wife. You're my wife. Ex-wife. Ex-wife." Enver spat out, furious she kept at him about his ex-wife. A stiff hand went through his hair as he glared down at her before he spoke. "You want to know? Fine. She was part of my life, for over a decade. About fifteen years, give or take a few months. As a human, that's probably a long time, sure. But I bound to you, for, oh, let's see forever. Hardly a comparison, don't you think?"

Keara: “Say this you do and still nothing you tell me. Only have I her name once ever from your lips heard,” she bit back. “And forever? Perhaps. Sometimes seems it does that kill each other we shall before the sun the horizon does crest.” She made a single sound that wasn’t quite like the way Enver scoffed at her, and yet wasn’t a laugh either, it was something in between that showed both her dismay and her amusement at their volatile relationship.

Enver: Why did he have to talk about his ex-wife? What the hell started this inquisition in the first place? His ex-wife was thousands of miles away! Times like these, she was so god damn irritating and he wanted to leave. Enver wanted to leave to keep from exploding, but he knew he couldn't do that. Then she'd be on about not keeping his vows and who knew what else? She wanted to know? Fine. She'd know. "You want to know? I can't stand the sight of my ex-wife. She's the first person I have seriously considered killing a few times over." His tone was cold and harsh as he continued to talk. "You want to know what life was like being married to her? It was like Hollywood, something you wouldn't understand because you never ******* come with me to California. Everything for show. Say the right things in public, but behind the scenes, **** is falling apart. Half my life, yeah, half of it was a ******* production of sorts for something I still don't have a ******* clue on. So excuse me for not gushing on about my ex-like you can about yours."

Keara: “Finally. Something. Even if understand you entirely I do not,” she laughed, a true and proper laugh and then reached for him, placing her hands either side of his face before kissing him roughly. “Kill you or kiss you. What choices I have,” she released him and stepped back. “Insane you make me but by the goddess would I nothing about you change.”

Enver: "Nothing really to understand. Except that I love you and I've committed myself to you, for as long as you'll have me for." He grinned down at her, even if the grin was slightly forced due to the topic just discussed. He gave her a shove against the wall before he talked again. "Don't talk about leaving again and dying. Got it?"

Keara: He may have been forcing a smile but she wasn’t, she felt better than she had in days and happily allowed him to push her to the wall. “Got it,” she repeated even if it wasn’t an expression of phrase she would usually use. “Like I do when you like this get…” she began raking her nails down over his chest, biting into her lower lip as she did so. “So…know I do not what word is but powerful emotion it is.” She pulled him to her and kissed him, wrapping her arms around him as she did so.

Enver: "When I get pissed?" He asked after kissing her back, one hand going to a hip of hers, the other finding a space between the wall and her lower back. "Not sure it'd be good for me to be angry all the time." He said as Enver's hands roamed over the length of her body, squeezing various curves as they travelled.

Keara: “Like I do the passion that that emotion with it brings,” she said pressing herself against him as she nuzzled his neck. “Like I do when charge of me you take,” she scraped her fangs over his neck as she pulled at his shirt, her intentions more than clear.

Enver: Her vocal confession should have surprised him, but she more or less had said the same thing in the letter she wrote to him. For some reason, what she said now, seemed to connect better than the instances she gave him when he was in charge, more or less. His forced grin changed in to a genuine one as Enver picked her up. "Yeah? Well, I'm tired of talking for tonight. So, we're heading to bed." He put a hand on the underside of one of her thighs to keep her off the ground and coming with him as he wrapped the leg around him. "Think we can find other things to do with our mouths for the rest of the night." He wiggled his brows and dragged her to the bedroom.