Oh shiiiii......
Posted: 03 Jun 2014, 23:01
--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
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."
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.This RP takes place on Saturday 31st May 2014.
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."