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

Nevaeh:
Nevaeh had all her equipment set out, still in the plastic, with only one appointment for the night. It was one huge appointment, the guy was finishing off the coloring of the outline of his back tattoo. A graveyard with certain members of his family who had passed on the tombstones set with a night scene. Mostly blacks and blue hues were going to be used for it but she had the idea of lanterns to throw in some orange and yellow tones. With the shading required for the piece, she knew it was going to take half the night. Seeing as thee guy would be coming in close to midnight, tonight she would take quick easy jobs to sate the rest of the evening before she waited for the hulk of the guy to come in. At the front desk she sat in the chair waiting for customers, taking appointments and generally just goofed off since it was a slow night.

Em:
He entered the shop smiling, quickly removing the shades from his eyes, tucking them safely in his pocket. Taking a few moments to look around he finally sat in the chair opposite the small woman. “So, this is Vel’s second tier shop eh? Lovely.” giving her a small playful wink. “You actually do ink or more a window attraction cherie?” He slid her a small piece of paper with the alchemical earth symbol…”do this for me, yeah?”

Nevaeh:
She was amusing herself by flinging a pencil up in the air, when the door chimed she flung it up over her head jumping as she sat straight up in the chair trying to look professional. Since the pencil hadn’t come down, she thought it stuck up in the ceiling. “Welcome to Adrenaline Tattoo.” she spoke clearly and loudly trying to seem like she was organised. “Yes, Vel owns the place.” she thrusted her right hand out to the man, “I’m Nevaeh.” When he spoke her brow rose, “I’m sorry sir, I am no cherry for a window but I can do your tattoo. A triangle with a line through it. Actually… if you..” she took the paper and scrawled on it drawing a little spiraling circle at the end, making the lines bolder and seeming to pop off the page before returning it to him. “What do you think of this version?” (image: http://www.imarvintpa.com/Mapping/Overl ... rth_v2.png )

Em:
He took her hand, giving it a light squeeze “call me Em” he examined the picture, tapping his fingers absentmindedly on the table. “Absolutely brilliant” he smiled “would like it here” gesturing to his neck, below his left ear “safe to assume you can pull this off?”

Nevaeh:
The woman stood up to get a better view of the spot. Being naturally 5’6” she was tall and lean, but with the three inch heels on it gave her an advantage. She wasn’t dressed as the typical tattoo artist. Tonight she wore a sleek dress coming down to her mid calf in pink and sparkling along the lowered neck line. It was more of an evening dress. “Yes, I can do it quite easily. I have a slot opened now if you’d like.” She said motioning toward the back room. “It’s pretty open right now since my first client doesn’t come in for a few hours.”
After a moment of silence, her hand reached out and caught the pencil as it dropped from the ceiling and laid the shining glittered covered pink pencil on the desk. “Come on back!”

Em:
He nodded before following her to a chair. “So how long you been doing this?” he asked, getting himself comfortable. Tilting his head slightly and raising an eyebrow “and why, if I might ask, are doing tattoos while looking like you should be out for cocktails?” he laughed “waiting on a particularly special client?”

Nevaeh:
She was trying to act cool and calm, “Only a short while, when Micah asked me if I wanted to be a tattoo artist, I jumped at the chance. I’m one of his brats.” She said smiling at the man. She didn’t want him knowing she’d just started a few weeks ago, some of the clientele were not pleased knowing that. As she prepped another station, clean needles and color bottles in gray and black, she she smiled to him. “Oh this old thing, I just wear random stuff. All I have is a lot of pretty dresses and jewelry now.” She was slipping away again, she could feel it happening. Part of her fought to remain professional while at work, no time to skip off and play here. “And what about you? What is it you do?” She said cleaning his skin, giving the normal warnings that it would be cold and an antiseptic to keep infection away. Not that either of them needed to worry about infections, but she kept up appearances.

Em:
“Mmmm, I handle sales at Vel’s other shop, Masterpiece Tattoo. I suppose a dainty girl in pretty dresses is a good advertisement.” he laughed quietly. “Thought I should come check the place out, get a view of the lot over here with my own eyes.” He was finding himself quickly amused by the strange little girl. “So, Nevaeh was it? Where did you come from? How did you end up here? Not being nosey, just curious.”

Nevaeh:
She used her fingers tipping his head over to the side in a gentle manner. “I have always been here. I was born in Harper Rock Hospital. I live most of my childhood in Cedar Court but we moved over to Westwall when I was in the teenage years. What about you?”She revved up the machine, letting the vibrations tickle her hand trying not to giggle at it. But she failed, giving a smile instead. As she began to work on the picture freehanding it using only the picture in her head from the few moments of seeing it. Even those few short moments were enough time for her to memorize the picture. “Be as curious as you like. I have nothing to hide.”

Em:
He closed his eyes at the first feelings of the needle “I’ve only been here a few months, came over on a, uh..business trip from Switzerland. You said you’re one of Micah’s brats, no? He’s a decent bloke.” He kept the uneasy thoughts of trusting the stranger with complete freehanded work, though hoping his tapping fingers and toes gave some sign of his comfort levels. “Are you one his then?”

Nevaeh:
She looked up a little confused, “Vel is his. She is his wife and soul mate.” She said turning back to her work. The outline was the easiest part of it all, the shading was far more difficult when it was this small. Once it healed, it would bleed a little. The trick was getting the right amount so when it did heal, it wouldn’t look like a blob on his neck. She kept dabbing the mixture of ink and blood away to keep a clear view. If nothing else, she was good at this. what little emotion she had, poured into her work. It was like there was nothing else in the world but this gun against the skin. She answered questions, but it was the eyes and hands that stayed completely focused. “I am no ones. But he made me what I am today, and I adore him for it. He is the best man in the city. One of the few I like.” She said giving him a hint of her nature.

Em:
He grinned slightly “yes, I’ve noticed the attachment between the two. She’s the one who made me, he was one of the first I met here.” A brief clench of the teeth the only sign he felt the punctured skin. “Your attachment is adorable though.”

Nevaeh:
She smiled, luckily for him there was no one else in the building. “Only because he is the greatest sire.” She said not dodging as she cleaned him off, added those last second touches and cleaned him off some more. she got some clean wipes and the antiseptic bottle squirting the skin where she’d put the ink into his body. So his clothes didn’t get wet, the clean rags caught the bloodied and inked water. “They are married and bound. It is a whole ritual thing between two people. They are serious about each other. Nothing can part them.” She said with almost no note of emotion in her voice.

Em:
He grinned mischievously, closing his eyes as she cleaned him “no, see, I thought I was five and couldn’t quite grasp the bond between those two. Though he could be put down as the second best sire, you just can’t top Vel in my opinion. But without Micah there would be no Every, so I do owe him a large level of debt.” His eyes briefly lighting up as he thought of her. “You know Eve?”

Nevaeh:
She bobbed her head up and down in a nod, “She is my sibling of sorts. No one can beat Micah, not even Vel.” She said sticking up for her sire. The last time she had this kind of conversation Tomi had gotten mad at her, they ended up fist fighting but Neva had thought it was a game and they were sparring. She sent a picture of the tattoo as she seen in, exactly as it had been on the paper straight into his mind now that it was on his skin. It was a clear picture of the way it looked on his skin, like it was rising off with the way the shading hinted behind the line. Instead of getting one of those mirrors, she opted for showing him what everyone else would see first hand.

Em:
He smiled broadly “good job little girl” giving her a small wink before continuing “and there is no topping Vel” his tone matter-of-factly “regardless of how you feel, I only know the truth.” He winked, “wouldn’t call any of those other things she created my brothers or sisters, but he certainly got lucky on getting her. Perhaps that’s why you call him the best? Once he got her, he could only improve.”

Nevaeh:
With a glance, she told him in that one look she thought he was crazy. Coming from the crazy sibling, that was saying a lot. “They improve each other. That is what people do when they are in love. What is love?” She cocked her head to the side asking him in all seriousness that question. It was good to seek answers from different people on these matters. She never quite got that whole ‘love’ thing, or even that touchy feely thing that others do but it made them feel better.

Em:
There was no holding back his laughter, “what is love? Ah, cherie, you are asking the wrong one if you want a genuine answer. I’ve never done that. I mean, I love Vel in the sense that I look up to her, but all that mushy stuff, not very familiar. I will say those two have a very special and weird thing going on, I’d be a liar if I didn’t say I was the least bit jealous.”

Nevaeh:
“I’m not a cherry.” She said softly. Her shoulders sighed heavily with a shrug, “You’re a guy. Guys don’t know about love as much as women anyway. Sorry.” She stepped back holding out the mirror keeping it directly away from her since she knew what would be seen in the mirror, she didn’t know what kind of vampire he was or what he would see in the mirror, but if he wanted to look directly onto her work she offered it up to him.
For the mirror, she seen ghosts and the likes. For other variations of the vampires she knew they seen different things. Some only seen shadows or people they were in the past. It made her curious as to what he might see in the thing. “I don’t get jealous. It seems kind of silly.”

Em:
“It’s not silly, it’s motivation.” He nodded before taking the mirror, his eyes staring intensely for a moment before tossing it across the room, staring at her menacingly “what the hell was that!” He had never looked into a mirror since his turning, a pale, gangly corpse had stared back at him. He stood, lighting a cigarette before pacing slowly across the room.

Nevaeh:
"I gave you a mirror to look at your new ink. I guess you seen the ghosts too! That was my reaction when I seen the little girl ghost. I don’t know how other people see things in mirrors.” She said staring at the broken glass on the floor. She took out a cigarette of her own and lite the end with a lighter, in her hand she held one out to him. “What ghost did you get?” She was very curious, if it was shadowy then she knew what kind of vampire he was. She still hadn’t learned what type he was. This part of it could be fun or frustrating.

Em:
After several minutes he finally sat, inhaling deeply from his cigarette, his fingers slightly shaking “me” he said coldly “or at least a version of myself” he dropped the cigarette, crushing it underfoot. “It was like staring at a dead version of me.” He stood once again, staring intently at her, a small smile on his face masking his disturbance “I didn’t like it.”

Nevaeh:
Her shoulders rolled in a shrug, “You never know what you see in those things. I’ve never heard of versions where people don’t like how they see themselves like you say. What kind are you?” She tapped her head with the hand that held the cigarette, ashes falling onto her. If she had cared, she’d have brushed them away. She didn’t. But she took one last inhale of the menthol cigarette before dubbing it out on the used tray she intended on throwing away when she was done using it. Many rules applied to the business. “I’m a mental one. Meaning I can talk into your mind.” She had no ideas about rules of engagement, or people in general. If he was trying to be intimidating, she didn’t seem affected by it. If anything, it only made her all the more curious so she beamed a smile to return the one he gave her. “

Em:
He twirled a cigarette idly between his fingers as stared at her quietly for a moment. “You like to explain things, yes?” he laughed “Allurist cherie, I’m an allurist and a quite amazing one at that.” he nodded assuringly. The woman was somehow managing to be intriguing and confusing at the same time, a unique feature very few had been able to accomplish.

Nevaeh:
“Like Jayd, so you can eat food and drink like you use to?” She asked it in the form of a question even though she had seen Jayd devour a cheesecake, cupcakes and food of all sorts without batting a lash. If that had been her, she’d have puked out the food and a whole bunch of blood and ash along the way. “Can you change into an animal yet? I seen him do that and it’s cool!” She merely smiled to him, giving him this innocent child like stare. “You are a boy, boys are not amazing. Girls are. Girls rock!”She said letting the cold work demeanor slip away. Her natural self was starting to peek out. “I’m still not a cherry!”

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

Em:
He cocked an eyebrow, laughing “girls rock? some of them! Eve’s certainly amazing.” He winked playfully “but yes, I can eat some food. Not like I used to, but I’m working on it. Turning into animals is something I’m learning, recently took up the shifter practice.” he paused for a moment “and did you really say men aren’t amazing?” he feigned shock “if it wasn’t for us, girls would have nothing to grow on!” he lit the cigarette as if this punctuated his point.

Nevaeh:
“Girls have girls to grow on, girls are all better then boys!” She nodded once to prove her point. It was a while back Micah turned into an animal at one of the parties, but then Jayd had turned into a bunny on her. At first she didn’t think the animals were them, she had even tried to feed Jayd a carrot by shoving the carrot into his mouth hole. But the point had sunk in when she was calling out Jayd’s name and skimming for his thoughts. They were streaming from the fuzzy creature in her hands who was trying to squirm away. “But I do agree, Eve is nice. She throws the best parties. Even if the last one left me upset. animals are pretty cool, do you know what animal you’d be? Is it like a totem thing or don’t you know what kind of animal you’d be?”

Em:
He laughed loudly “girls have girls to grow on eh? Is that why they all gossip behind each other’s backs? Men completely have you beat on that cherie, even when we’re mad at each other, we resolve it!” stuck his tongue out “so men beat the ladies”. Raised an eyebrow as he contemplated the animal question “I would have to one hundred percent say a timber wolf, strong, cunning, and deadly” grinned mischievously “sounds like me already.”

Nevaeh:
“I’m still not a cherry.” She stated point blank once more. “That’s how I resolve things. I bring them to my boxing ring. Nothing like a few good round to make things all swell again.” She mocked bouncing around the ring. Her form was amazing as she’d had a lot of practice in boxing, kick boxing and other forms of bodily working out. A glimpse of the tone of her body gave hint of that. “Oh a doggie! That’s cool. I want to learn how to do that one day, maybe but I’d probably end up a mouse!”

Em:
Smirked as he rolled his eyes “it’s kind of adorable seeing you think you’re a little badass!” he laughed. Watching her act like a boxer amused him heavily. “And it’s not a goddamn doggie!” he protested “at least my wolf would easily devour your little mouse” he nodded “though does seem fitting for you!” he said sarcastically.

Nevaeh:
She took being seen as a mouse as a compliment, not an insult even though the way he said it was meant to be one of those tones. She didn’t quite grasp the meaning. She was a little badass, she could take him on that one she knew. “You should come up to my boxing ring. We can go a few rounds.” The little weak girl thing seemed to keep people off her back, but most who knew her, knew she could hit with one mean right hook. “It’s still a dog, a wild dog but in the dog family. My friend is a rabbit. I seen him change into one. It’s the cutest thing in the world. I want him to stay like that so I can have a pet!”

Em:
He shook his head slowly “would never hit a girl, even if it’s just small sparring. That’s kind of beneath me.” A small bit of respect swelled inside at her ego, always an admirable trait to see in someone else. “Rabbit eh? Talking about Jayden? Seen that little trick once myself. Since it’s up, why do you think you’d be a mouse? Like being small and squeaky?”

Nevaeh:
“It’s your loss then, I give one heck of a battle. I love our family fight nights! It’s my favorite kind of party Eve throws. I had to miss one and was bummed out for the rest of the night.” She smiled, beaming her bright pearly whites at him. “Yes! That is my friend buddy! I am glad you know him, he needs to get out and meet more people. That man, I do what I can to help feed his ego but a girl can only do so much. I dressed up really pretty, and put on a tight dress. I had him come hit on me at this bar near his college just so he could be the one to take me home, we didn’t do anything on account he has a trunk like you. But it was fun to play pretend!” She went on and on talking about that night, only because it had been fun and she got to explore how good a spy she would be. “I am timid, small and quiet, most of the time. All what people call mousy, and my hair is naturally brown. This red is just color from the women at the salon.” It all rolled out in one breath, if she needed to breathe.

Em:
He smirked playfully “good thing you aren’t overly excitable then, yeah? I’ve met Jayden, wouldn’t call him a mate or anything, but he does seem like a good bloke.And, pardon my asking, but what exactly do you mean by him having a trunk like mine?” a small laughed escaping before continuing “Never attended a family fight night, not a massive fan of random fighting, though that’s exactly how I met Eve, taunted her into a fight, she beat my *** thoroughly but it was well worth the payoff. You do not, however, strike me
as someone quiet and timid!” He reclined in the seat, resting his feet on her desk as he lit another cigarette. “Though I would recommend getting the mop top fixed.” giving her a small wink.

Nevaeh:
A hand ran over her hair mindlessly. There was no way of telling what may rest nuzzled into knots but she liked the color. She shrugged the small mental debate off as nothing, and focused on what he said, “Eve kick your butt, but you just said you don’t fight girls.” To answer his question about the trunk issue, her hand moved over the groin area. Maybe it would be soon he’d figure out she ‘really’ liked girls, as in lesbian. “Ya know, man trunk!”

Em:
There was no resisting the laughter “ahhh, gotcha. Yeah, a little fond of mine personally. And it wasn’t a real fight, more of a..way to get close to her, give me the opportunity you know?I didn’t hit her once but no matter what she says, it was because I took it easy on her.” Nodded, though feeling he failed at making it believable. He flicked the ashes of the cigarette on the floor “so what else do you do besides inking people and chasing dames in your free time?”

Nevaeh:
“Sure,believable because you don’t hit girls. But if you ever decide to change your mind I am always up for a round. I like to box.” He got that small, bursting clue, that she was into girls but she was glad for it and not needing to explain further. “I am going to be a spy one day so I have been practicing. How about you? But other then that, this is what I wanted to do, my dream job. I get to spread art on peoples bodies. Any thoughts on your future stuff?” She said knowing they had a very long future time space ahead of them.

Em:
Placing his hands together, smiling “mmhmm, I let her. I don’t do the spy thing though, if that’s what you’re asking.” He took a long drag from his cigarette “I’m studying to master being a ritualist, before all of this, when I was still human, I was obsessed with all things occult and arcane, whatever may come of that I’m not sure. Working for Vel in sales is good way to pass the time, certainly have the, uh..charm to encourage lots of purchases.” he laughed quietly “and I do love the job, but my ambitions are vast, I’d be content with running a shop for other practitioners when I have free time.” He crushed the cigarette out in the ashtray “Still being new to this lifestyle, I have a lot to figure out with what I’m going to do with myself.”

Nevaeh:
“That’s cool.” She said trying to sound sauve. There was nothing sauve about the woman, but she did like to have a good time. “Go-carts, going to the park and swinging on the swings, sliding down the slide. Oh the amusement park is a great place.” She leaned in whispering, “Killing zombies in the QZ, the foot soldiers in the sewers and the ancient zombies in the catacombs. Those are always fun! See there is lots of fun things about the city. When I am not doing that, or working here or at Jayd’s then I am doing that or hanging out with Jasmine. She’s pretty nice.” She mentioned Jasmine casually but she wasn’t sure where that was going. Things seemed well between them, she really was nervous and didn’t want to jinx or ruin it.

Em:
“A kid at heart? How quaint.” He gave her a small smile “though I can’t say I object to any of those myself. And I love that you mention killing things as a recreational activity! Quite fond of killing them myself, mmm, maybe sometime I’ll find you in the catacombs, do a little hunting with you? Who, may I ask, is the Jasmine?” he grinned playfully “you say it with a small twinkle in your eye, assume a broad you fancy?”

Nevaeh:
“Jasmine is a girl I hang out with, a friend buddy.” She said with an excited smile. “And she likes girls too, like me. So maybe one day she will like me.” The casual shrug of her shoulder was a bit tense kind of hoping that it might happen but parts of her were unsure. She wasn’t sure about this kid at heart thing he spoke of but she did like to go out killing, and often. “ Killing the beasts in the city, making it easier for her friends and family to roam the city. But they did just fine on their own. “A girl to fancy? She is pretty fancy, even cleans so spic and span you can eat off the floors, if eating is your thing.”

Em:
He checked his watch absentmindedly “I’m not eating anything off the floor cherie.” He laughed “do I look like that type? If you fancy this girl, why not just go claim her? Seems simple enough.” He removed another cigarette from the case, twirling it around in his fingers before offering it to her.

Nevaeh:
A steady hand reached out taking the cigarette, she thanked it lighting it up. When the smoke exhaled, she asked, “Claim her? She isn’t a hockey puck or basketball! How do you know if she wants to be this claimed thing? They, the girls, have to be willing, have to want to be with me as much as I want to be with them. See, Ria, I don’t think she wanted to be with me because she couldn’t make her mind up. So I took the hint and left. But I really liked her and was sad. No use dwelling on sad stuff though.” Her smile never faltered, never swayed or faded. “Do you just claim girls?”

Em:
He shook his head slowly “perhaps my words were mistaken, not saying you just walk up to her and plant a flag.” he laughed “more of a if you want it, do your best to make it happen. Pretty sure Eve would have my head if I said I just claimed her. Took me a while to work up the nerve to pursue her, but thanks to a bit of encouragement and reckless abandonment, after she kicked my assI just sort of went for it.” He lit a cigarette of his own, taking a moment to reminisce about that day. “She’s probably the first real relationship I’ve had, can’t say I have much experience in keeping someone around very long.” He smirked, taking long drags of his cigarette.

Nevaeh:
It took a second for her to think, “I’ve only had Ria, if that was a relationship. I am not sure what it was. Before that, one night stands was all the time I had to spare. I worked and… family stuff.” She said easily but debated on elaborating at the moment. “Getting hit by the car, dying and being turned by Micah has been the best experience but when it comes to all that mushy love goo goo ga ga I’m lost. Like, how do you know? I know I really liked Ria but she didn’t seem to return it. Now this Jasmine girl comes along and she’s really expressive in how she feels. It’s like opposite ends of the spectrum and I don’t really understand it.” She took a drag from the cigarette but looked at him blankly, the confusion had won over.

Em:
He smiled softly “emotional things confuse you? Granted, I’m not an overly affectionate mushy type of guy myself but I understand why someone can get lost in another. I may be wrong and may be speaking out of line cherie, but you certainly seem to fancy the girl, hopefully it works for you.” He inclined his head slightly “but we have the one night stand history in common, I’m very impatient and can be, ah, demanding, but I’m glad I’ve found a woman that I’m developing real feelings for” he laughed slightly “and she seems good at putting up with me.”

Nevaeh:
“Hmmm, someone to deal with you. I get it! You just have to find someone to deal with you! I can do that.” she tapped him on the nose then went out into the store still smoking. A moment later the door chimed open and in walked a girl making an appointment for a cute little butterfly to be placed on her hip. Neva quickly went over some specks before setting the appointment for Thursday night. When the college aged girl left with the smile going from ear to ear she returned to him. “This world is about instant gratification so no one has patience anymore. But, guess what? I like you, you’re alright! You can come back.” She said snickering.

Em:
He laughed, more at himself than anything else, making a mental to note to be more clear with his words “I’m patient in some regards, but when it comes to things I want, I’d rather do my best to obtain them rather than waiting on them to happen. Like with Eve, I don’t rush anything but I would be a liar if I said I was patient when it comes to learning new skills and talents. I’m a very hungry sort of guy, I know what I want and I work tirelessly toward my goals. And it’s a bit more than finding someone to put up with me, but that certainly helps. My drive has proven off putting on more than one occasion, I’m glad I have a woman that can understand it and not want me to change.”

Nevaeh:
“A woman to put up with you and not want you to change. Got it!” it was like she was taking mental notes, because she was doing just that. When he mentioned being hungry, Neva went to the draw and pulled out a chocolate bar. She handed it over to Em with a big old smile brewing on her lips. “Here you go!” It was the reserve chocolate she used to help people regain themselves after getting a tattoo done. The pansy ones who faint and whine. “but my appointment will be here soon. Time went by kind of quick like. We can hang out again sometime?” She questioned him not knowing if he would have the time again but she enjoyed picking his brain.

Em:
He chuckled, taking the chocolate “merci beaucoup”, breaking a small piece off before tossing it in the air, catching it in his mouth. “Of course we can hang out sometime.” he hastily scribbled his number on a card and handed it to her. Rising slowly he bowed his head “and thanks for the new ink cherie.” taking her hand he kissed it before walking to the door “good luck and try not to ruin the persons back!” walking back out into the crisp warm night with a large smirk creasing his lips.