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[Charlotte Ruse]

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

This RP takes place on Saturday 31st May 2014.

Charlotte: Charlotte looked around with wide eyes as a voice echoed from nowhere. Without meaning to, she automatically moved to Keara, seeming to hide behind her.

Enver: It's not offensive. Not after what you told me about what he said about or to Deanna. : He tried not to look like he was going to have I told you so written on his face, but he did. : And you can deny it all you want on your end. Doesn't mean it's not true on his.

Keara: Keara looked to Charlotte not really understanding her reaction as she was far too used Deanna being around her. Even though she knew Enver couldn’t see her, she knew that he too was used to her lurking around and speaking out of nowhere. She’d have said something to comfort that childe but it didn’t register in her mind that this was necessary. Her arms crossed over her chest as he began defending his insane opinion. “Matters not what Robert thinks Enver. Your words Deanna have hurt. Even if Robert hurt her has, cares for him she does. Wants she does not for to hear your assumptions of his feelings for me.”

Charlotte: Charlotte had no idea what was going on between these two and she wasn't really listening. She was too busy looking around for the voice and it's owner. Her experience with wraiths wasn't the best - all the ones she'd knowingly come across had attacked her and so she was waiting for this one to too.

Enver: He waves his hand in the air and sighed. "Fine. I won't say it around her. But it's true." He shrugged his shoulders. "What's wrong with her?" He pointed to Charlotte, glad to change the subject.

Keara: “Please. Say such things not in her presence. When know you do that around she is. Left now she was. Wonder I do whereto she gone has,” she replied as she turned to observe Charlotte. “Darkling? What wrong is?” she asked, unsure of what could possibly be making the childe nervous in her own home.

Charlotte: "There was a voice" She whispered, fingers curling in Keara's skirt. "Voices without bodies normally hurt me!"

Enver: "A voice?" Enver looked around. "Oh, Deanna? She can't hurt a fly." He snorted and began tinkering some more with the parts Charlotte had just given him. "That's her sister. She's very opinionated about every damn thing under the sun. Especially me.

Keara: Keara laughed at Enver’s explanation of her sister but tried to stop herself from looking quite so amused as she was still mad at him, even if he apparently didn’t seem to realise this. “Deanna quite harmless is. Very little effect on you she can have and take she never would your essence without asking.” Keara cast a soft smile in Charlotte’s direction and then began to watch her husband’s hands at work.

Charlotte: "Uh huh" Charlotte mumbled, taking another half step closer to Keara and continuing her sweeping looks around the room. Just in case.

Enver: "Only thing she can do is annoy you to death." He looked up from the gun he was playing with to look at Charlotte. "She's a, uh, wraith. Ghost more or less. Just yammers on and on and on. And is in love apparently."

Keara: Keara smacked Enver in the back of the head, while the slap was meant to be playfully, her mood had her putting a little more energy behind it than she’d intended too. “Deanna well-meaning is. And chose you do not to whom you your heart do give Enver. Know you do this. Even wraiths capable of emotion are.” She chastised her husband, not really noticing that Charlotte had moved closer to her once again.

Charlotte: She flinched at the slap, wincing as she looked at Enver to check he was ok. Satisfied he was, she looked away again and resumed her vigil.

Enver: "Ouch!" He growled and looked at his wife. "Yeah, yeah." He grumbled at her before he sighed. "Can we stop talking about Deanna? She's gone. I'll talk to her about it later. Maybe." He grumbled the last word to himself. "Thanks for the parts, Charlotte. Anything you want done with these specifically?"

Keara: His words thawed her mood and she soon found herself leaning over his shoulder and snaking her arms around his neck and down his chest before pressing her lips to his ear. “Thank you My Love,” she whispered before pulling her lips from his ear and speaking in a more normal register. “Appreciate it I would if you that effort do make.” Charlotte was being so quiet, that even though Enver had spoken to her, Keara could have forgotten she was there. It wasn’t anything against the childe, it was more the fact that she stood at her husband’s back with her arms wrapped around him; the rest of the world seldom existed when she was as close to him as she was now.

Charlotte: Keara had moved away from her and she wasn't happy about it. So she moved with Keara and stood by her again, right up close. "Ummm. No. I can make things too - after you taught me." She smiled gently, continuing to look around again

Enver: "I know, but not sure how well your skills are yet." He shrugged his shoulders and looked at the both of them before he put the gun down and stood. "You sure you want to give me all these parts?" He looked at her a bit baffled as to why she was giving him so MANY parts. Hundreds of them.

Keara: As he stood up, Keara pulled back and away from him falling quiet as she held her composure. Enver had more or less ignored her and this stung, as he wasn’t usually so dismissive of her. Charlotte seemed to have stolen his focus and so now the quiet and invisible childe, was not so easy to ignore. Keara crossed her arms over her chest and waited for a few moments, before moving to stand next to the bench with her back to the wall, suddenly feeling the need of some support.

Charlotte: She smiled at him, nodding her head as she looked up into his eyes. "Yes. I know. I'm practising though, when I can get the bits and pieces. I... uhm.... have been playing with guns and swords too. Though I'm not so great with them. Not yet. Your help and advice was invaluable. Do.... do you..... do you think we could do it again? Sometime?" She was smiling at him, shyly and nodding as she looked at the bits and pieces "Oh yes. My gift to you. A.... thank you. Of sorts."

Enver: "Craft?" He shrugged his shoulders. "It's all I do really. And it's not my bench. Keara got it for me." He looked over at his wife and gave her an appreciative grin. "So it's fair game for anyone, really. But if you have any questions, you'll more than likely find me here." He nodded his head, raised a hand to it and rubbed the back of it as he looked at his wife.

Keara: Keara wasn’t looking at him, her eyes were still on Charlotte. The girl was fawning over him and she wasn’t happy. In the end she found herself staring at the door, wondering where Deanna had gone too.

Charlotte: She nodded her head as he asked if she meant crafting. "Uh huh. Please. It's.... easier when you're there, giving pointers. You know? Maybe I'll go get more stuff, then we can try again? Umm..... are there things you need? In.... particular? You know, that I could get you?"

Enver: "Get me?" He looked at her as he kept on rubbing the back of his head. "Don't think so. Oh, any time you come across some real big, expensive machinery parts, you should keep those. I've got plans for those in the future." He grinned wide and somewhat deviously before looking back at his wife. ""Something on your mind? You're normally not this quiet."

[Enver Marshall II]

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

Keara: “Yes but like my words you would not,” she said very curtly, still refusing to look at him. She was trying to keep herself calm, her hands balled into fists as she dug her nails into her palms. Keara didn’t want to allow her anger to overwhelm her, as that would cause the room to darken and the items therein to shake which would like frighten her skittish childe and giver her feeling away.

Charlotte: "Oh, ummm...." She frowned, thinking about it. "You know... I don't think I've ever seen......" She spotted Keara's face and looked worried. Something was wrong and she looked around in case there was danger nearby. She saw nothing though, so quickly thought back over what she'd said - in case she'd insulted someone. But again, she'd not said anything wrong. She'd been nice to Enver, like Keara had asked her to be - and she was trying to get to know him. As Keara had asked her to. So she had no clue what was going on.

Enver: He sighed and shook his head. "What now?" He looked around the room as it started to get darker and things began to shake and rattle. "We're just talking. Should be glad she gave me all these parts. I'll be making you more presents and stuff."

Keara: With her eyes closed, she hadn’t realised that her power had slipped her control. She growled in frustration knowing that the only way to end this mess before it started was going to be to have to stab herself. Unluckily perhaps, her focus was instead on Enver or rather his words, as she still refused to look at him. “Glad I am now be quiet,” she practically snarled as her nails bit deeper into her flesh, breaking the skin.

Charlotte: "Oh my god!" She looked around as things started darkening and shaking. She clutched the table with one hand, Enver with the other as Keara was too far away. Her voice was shaking as it whispered, fear evident on her face. "What..... what's happening?! Is it an earthquake?!"

Enver: "Huh? What? No." He snorted and shook his head, eyes still on his wife. "It's her. When she gets mad, the whole room goes crazy. Maybe the whole house." He ignored Charlotte touching him because it didn't bother him to be touched unless someone was attacking him. "We'll sort it out. Later. I hope."

Keara: She was getting frustrated with the whole goddamned thing and the pain she felt apparently wasn’t great enough to do anything to stop the power from manifesting. Charlotte’s words went unheard. Enver’s on the other hand did not and she opened her eyes to glare at him. The first thing she noticed was Charlotte’s hand on his shoulder and then through gritted teeth she spoke; “Your hands off him now take. Else remove them I shall.” She was having a hard time controlling herself and could only hope that Charlotte reacted accordingly before she had to intervene and put some distance between her childe and her husband.

Charlotte: "Oh... she.... what?" Charlotte blinked in surprise that this was a power. It was a scary one and she really didn't like it. She'd edged closer to Enver for protection - but when Keara spoke she just stared in shock. "i.... what? My.... my hands?" She looked down at her free hand and then the one that rested on his upper arm by his shoulder, fingers wrapped in his shirt. She looked up at Enver's face and then over to Keara and let go, but edged closer to him again as her voice whispered. "But.... but.... I wasn't hurting him! Was I? Enver? Did..... did I hurt you? What's..... what's happening??!"

Enver: He looked at his wife and frowned at her. What the hell was wrong with her? He was actually getting along with Charlotte and now she was being mean to the girl? "She didn't hurt me. And she's not doing anything. You scared her so she just reacted to what she was feeling." He sighed and shook his head before moving away. "Can you chill out?" He asked his wife, staring hard at her.

Keara: She growled again as Charlotte moved closer to Enver. Deep down she knew the girl didn’t mean any harm but it didn’t matter to her irrational mind. Enver swiftly pulled focus of course when he moved and told her to calm down. “Trying I am. Think you do that mean I do for this to happen? That want this I do?” Her words still came out in snarls as the room continued to darken and the shaking escalated.

Charlotte: She moved slightly to stand behind Enver, putting him between them both a little bit. Her hand reached out and her fingers wrapped around his elbow, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "What's wrong with her? Enver.... I'm scared! I don't like this!"

Enver: "You can do it. If you just calm down and realize nothing is going on outside of her being nice and me talking to her." He cleared his throat as his eyes remained on his wife. "Nothing is wrong with her. She's fine. Perfect even." He then turned his attention back to Charlotte. "Some people just can't express what's going on in their mind as openly as others. When she's mad things like this happen. But it'll stop once she calms down."

Keara: She’d barely heard Enver’s words as Charlotte had moved closer to him. “Back… Away…” she growled at her. As she finished speaking the nearest light bulb burst and sent a shower of fine particles and small glass pieces into the air. She’d had to change her focus from the power to her own body to stop herself from hurting her childe, and so there was no sign of her calming down as she dug her nails all the deeper into her palms.

Charlotte: She nodded her head to Enver's words, but a look of horror came over her face as she was growled at and told to back away. This was obviously a power, and she knew what would help - just as it had helped Jonah. So reaching for her own power, she gathered it up and imagined a helmet around Keara's head all Magneto style so she couldn't use her powers. Then she smiled, thinking she'd been clever and had fixed the situation.

Enver: He flinched a little out of surprise when the bulb shattered. Then he stood in front of Charlotte as Keara more or less threatened Charlotte. "Hey, look." Enver put a hand up in the air as he approached his wife, shoes crunching over the broken glass. "You're going to scare the dogs. They probably already pissed the floor by now." The thought annoyed him, but still he kept talking and approaching his wife. "And I thought we had plans tonight. How can we watch any movies if you suck the power out of everything around us?"

Keara: It didn’t go unnoticed that the child didn’t move away from Enver but then he began to move away from her, obstructing Keara’s view of her child. When she felt her powers being blocked from her she literally hissed with annoyance. “Stupid childe. How can I myself heal when do this to me you do,” she growled again, the energy of the room only darkening as now Keara’s only method of regaining control would leave her bleeding for hours. “Taken from me she has my ability to heal. How now am I supposed to my power end?” The question was aimed at Enver and another bulb nearby blew as her anxiety level rose even higher now she knew no real escape from what was happening.

Charlotte: "But.... what..... no!" She whispered, not sure where to go now Enver was walking towards Keara and abandoning her. She felt alone, vulnerable and a very, very easy target - but she had nowhere else to go and these were two of the three people she cared for the most and Jonah was probably off killing something right now. Once more she reached for her powers, and cast a shield on herself and Enver, seeing it glitter around them both to try and protect them from whatever Keara was about to do - and then she just stood there, frozen to the spot.

[Keara Aithne]

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

Enver: He groaned as he heard what Charlotte had done, probably making things a lot worse for all of them. Well, in some aspects. "Guess we'll have to sort out another solution then." He grinned cheekily, though he suspected that would probably go amiss from his wife given her current state of being. "What do you say, beautiful? Pucker up and plant one right here?" He stood in front of her, still grinning ear to ear as he looked her dead in the eyes.

Keara: Keara had her back flush to the wall as he stepped closer to him, she didn’t want to hurt him as a general rule and she certainly didn’t want to hurt him in front of Charlotte. Her hands were still balled into fists and while she was able to ignore his tone, when he began to try and placate her again she had no choice but to listen a he was now directly in front of her. Her anger held fast and when he mentioned planting one on him she considered punching him in the jaw but she knew that wasn’t want he meant. She’d of stood a better chance of ignoring his request if she’d of closed her eyes, as now he was staring into hers and as always she couldn’t help but want to drown in them. As much as her anger wanted her to fight, she had to try something and so she grabbed his face with both hands and began to kiss him.

Charlotte: Charlotte didn't know where to look or what to do. So simply bowed her head and stared intently at her designer shoes.

Enver: She took the suggestion and he grinned before she kissed him. Trying something was better than nothing and kissing her wasn't something he minded to offer as a suggestion. It was better than any other suggestion that could probably follow after it. Something that involved pain. He wrapped his arms around her to deepen the kiss and pull her towards him, ignoring Charlotte's presence for the time being. One problem at a time. One woman at a time. She was safe, for now.

Keara: Enver was maddening to Keara on so many levels and to have his arms around her made everything and everyone fall away. In her usual manner, she arched her back, wrapped her arms around him and then pulled herself up to wrap her legs around his waist. She kissed him back with all the passion she felt, the anger quickly melting away; a fact that was evidenced in their surroundings as the furniture ceased to shake and the room brightened as much as it could with two lights already broken. “Love you I do,” she purred as one hand stroked his face and then she was kissing him again, totally unaware of Charlotte’s presence in the room.

Charlotte: Well. Didn't she feel awkward. She didn't know what to do or where to look, and what they were doing..... well...... it was kinda hot. Awkwardly she coughed, and then again a little louder and half mumbled half whispered. "So... yeh.... I'll be going.... then"

Enver: Charlotte was in the very back of his mind as Enver attempted to diffuse the situation. When Keara reacted in the way he hoped, she was pressed up against the wall as he responded in kind. Enver tore his lips away, only to reassure her of what she wanted to hear. "Love you too, beautiful." The house was still standing, he managed to change the atmosphere of the room and his wife's feelings, keep Charlotte alive. All in all, Enver felt like he achieved something. And he was quite proud of that too. "Huh?" He asked when he heard a voice. Charlotte's voice. "Uhhh, sorry about that." He said as a hand went and grabbed his wife's *** quickly before he slowly let his hold release her.

Keara: She was still in a daze when he tried to set her on her feet, Charlotte’s voice had not managed to stir her from whatever land or planet it was that she lived on when Enver was so close to her. Her desire for him was stronger than any other emotion she was capable of and then as she realised what had happened, she blushed slightly. “Sorry I am if frightened you I did.” Her voice was even and there was no hint of the stronger more violent feelings she’d felt just moments ago. “Warned you I thought I did that he my weakness was.” She hadn’t told Enver that she’d discussed this fact with Charlotte as they’d discussed it the night that Charlotte had confided in her, her secret and she didn’t want to have to explain to Enver how the topic had come about.

Charlotte: "Uh huh" She said softly, side stepping towards the door and refusing to look at them both.

Enver: "She said she was sorry." Enver scowled as he looked back at Charlotte. "She wouldn't have hurt you. I'm sure of it." Even if Enver had to stop her or Keara would eventually stop herself. Suddenly he was annoyed with Charlotte. Keara was apologizing and she was blowing her off. What Charlotte had just seen wasn't something that many saw. If anyone saw. Sure, Keara had grown in a lot of ways in terms of emotions and connection to her family, but she still had a hard time with her emotions unless it was around him and alone.

Keara: Keara quickly clutched at Enver’s hand as he began speaking to Charlotte. She didn’t fear him hurting her childe at all, she just wanted to help keep him calm, the way he had her. That and perhaps she was feeling a little possessive still and wasn’t quite so ready to not be touching him just yet. “Hurt myself I would have. Or you perhaps,” she pulled Enver’s hand up as if she were going to kiss it but realised in time that he wouldn’t like her doing that in front of someone and so let the hand fall back down. “My blade in my stomach I would have put before I you would hurt my darkling.” Her words were obviously aimed at Charlotte this time and she hoped that she would hear them and wait to allow her to apologise more appropriately.

Charlotte: "No. I........uhhh......... know." She stammered. "Just.... I should really..... ummm, be somewhere else. So, you know..... excuse me?" She stood there, not looking at them, and waiting to be excused.

Enver: Enver nodded his head after his shoulders raised and dropped in a shrug form, his hand squeezing Keara's after she found it. "Alright. I guess. She is sorry though." He added in just in case Charlotte didn't hear him the first time or believe him.

Keara: “Yes. Sorry I am. And well… Seen us thusly you should not have had to.” Keara was incredibly embarrassed by the display of affection Charlotte had had to witness, as she and Enver were usually far more careful when others were around. Anything less than that though probably wouldn’t have calmed her rage, so she couldn’t really blame her husband for trying what he had, it was quite literally that or Charlotte witnessing her gutting herself. Shaking the thoughts from her mind she stepped forward to stand next too and yet still behind Enver, both her hands encasing his one.

Charlotte: "Ok" She said, and couldn't stand it anymore and simply turned around and legged it away from them.

Narrator: Charlotte was determined to leave and so the pair waited for her to do what she wanted as they fought the urge to give into their desires again. It didn’t take them long to decide to pick up where the left and so went directly to their cell so that they could enjoy one another’s company where they wouldn’t be interrupted.