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

This RP takes place on Sunday 5th April 2015.

<Lorde> It had been an average night for her. Lorde had consumed over three pints of blood already from three separate hosts. Lorde had an addiction to blood, and she knew she did. Her addiction had put her on the bounty list before. People had caught her and had reported her to the police before she could get her hands on them and snapping their necks. Lorde had been a vampire for more than two years, almost three years now. She was well aware how to keep her bodies hidden. The woman was good at that. Enver had taught her, and in the past Lelantos had too. Yet, she was secretly glad she wasn’t around anymore. Enver did so much better with Keara. The woman she liked to call ma for funsies.

The killer was already tailing her fourth victim of the night. She knew once she would consume this one’s life force she would feel full - at least until tomorrow and she would rinse and repeat the hunt all over again, which wasn’t a problem for her because she loved to hunt. Cutting through a few alleyways she managed to get in front of the woman. Grabbing her by the red hair she pulled her back into the shadows where she quickly submerged herself into the woman neck, fangs scraping against the flesh of her skin until finally they penetrated the skin with a soft crunch.

Her screams of pain muffled by the killers hand as she held it there applying pressure that she couldn’t broken her jaw. The woman drank so deep that the woman sagged unconscious in her arms. A low growl left her lips as she dropped the woman on the ground only to find there was someone staring at her, someone with a camera in their hand. Lorde found herself blinking as a bright flash dazed her - the flash of a camera. Yet when she looked back to the source of the light there was no one there. They had vanished. Lorde then made her way out to the threshold and looked around - the streets around her were empty and she panicked. Had she been caught? Was that going to be another strike against her name.

The only thought that went through her mind was ’Please don’t send me back there’ Lorde hated the shadow realm, so dark - so scary. Even for a three year old vampire. Grabbing her tome from her satchel that was slung around her shoulder she read it out loud and vanished from the streets dropping beside the ritual altar of the attic. Moss orbs looked around. “Ma, Daddio?” She called. Hoping one would be around.

Keara: Keara was downstairs in her cell when Lorde arrived and so didn’t hear her call, at least not directly. The computer that streamed the video from security camera’s caught her arrival though and Keara just happened to be glancing at the screen as it flicked past the main room of the attic. The female appeared panicked, at least Keara thought so; there was something in the manner in which she looked around the room, as if she were searching for something or someone.
Seeing as how she wasn’t dressed, what with the rules of their cell and all, she thought it best to first reach out to the childe with her mind. It was the most expedient manner and the majority of the family were used to Keara speaking direct into their thoughts as and when she felt like it. Not remembering who had what gift at times, she often left the connection open so that they might reply should they so choose.
‘Looking for someone you are darkling? Need I for upstairs to come? Answer you may with your mind. Hear you I shall.’
She told Lorde that replying this way was possible and waited to see if anything would come through. She was yet to stand from the sewing machine where she was creating yet another garment for Goth Garb as she wasn’t sure if it was her that Lorde was looking for. At some point she would likely need to upgrade the families security to include some kind of microphone, though there were sounds in that attic she’d rather not have recorded; most of which likely came from her and Enver, as they were entirely too free with one another these days, even if the family were around to witness what they were doing.

<Lorde> The woman heard the familiar sound of Keara’s voice enter her mind and blinked a few times. It was rare someone spoke into her mind via telepathy. Enver did it sometimes - even then, it grated against her mind. Felt as if she wasn’t alone with herself. Yet, she didn’t say anything. Keara and Enver were the only ones who wouldn’t get punched for speaking into her mind, she wouldn’t dare hit them - granted the killer could often be seen as aggressive, especially at the disappearance of her wife. She assumed the woman was elsewhere cheating on her. It hurt her gut every time she thought about it, but it seemed the only logical explanation. She often thought she rushed into binding herself to the eternally. The woman would have an eternal stake on her heart. Yet now, in this moment she was pacing the wooden floor of the attic.

Yes.. She thought hoping the woman would hear her even as she thought it. She was skeptical about the abilities of telepaths. I ran into a problem out on my nightly feeding… I’ll explain it when you get up here. Is Daddio around? By daddio she meant Enver - and she was sure Keara would know that. She made her way back over to the ritual altar and sat herself atop the wood and waited for Keara or both of them. She knew Enver would be disappointed that she was found out that was for sure. Especially since he used to be a bad boy, back when she was a fledgling. It was only when he found Keara did he really suddenly become a good boy, perhaps she tamed him.

Keara: The moment she realised she was needed, she was pushing herself up from seat and making her way to the bedroom so that she could dress. There really wasn’t the time for her to dress herself properly so she pulled on one of her typically short skirts and a tight fitting t-shirt, both of which suited her usual style of dress and made her way out to the elevator. Of course she was talking to Lorde the entire time she was dressing.
‘No darkling, home he is not. Strangely chosen you have for him to need in the one hour when away from home he is.’
She was pretty sure that he wasn’t with Shya, because he’d made a promise to tell her when he was visiting her which meant he was likely checking in on one of his businesses. It was possible he was running through the caverns but it wasn’t something he made a habit of, so she highly doubted that scenario too.
‘Call him home we can if necessary it is. With you directly I shall be. Only need I do for myself presentable first to make.’

<Lorde> Presentable. That word made her look down on herself. She wore a grey tank top - the type of tank top you’d wear to a gym, it was good gear to work. Yet she found herself looking at her trousers. Well, they weren't exactly stylish they were grey jogging bottoms - adorned by a white trainers, made by Nike. She did like the best footwear, because she liked to train in the catacombs, even the castle sometimes - and you need good footwear to dodge all the damn enemies you fought. Moss orbs looked to the elevator. She assumed the woman would be coming through that way.

Damn that man. She found herself thinking, forgetting that she could hear her. She rubbed at the flesh of her chin as she wiggled her legs back and forth in a nervous manner - thoughts running wild in her head, she was suddenly angry at the thought that Tytonidae might potentially be down upon her like when lightening touches the ground. She sighed then, trying to calm herself down. Whatever the fate would be, Keara would make it better - it was why she had tomed home straight away.

I’m sure you can help me, regardless. She thought in response to Keara’s last comment about getting him if necessary. It wasn’t all that necessary. Yet.

Keara: ‘Damn who?’ Keara asked as she rode the elevator up.
She wasn’t sure how she could help exactly but of course she would try. It was most likely that Lorde had either been spotted feeding or that she needed help disposing of the body, having perhaps gone too far and drained the person dry. It wasn’t often that any of theirs were spotted feeding these days. Not since Enver had set up a shop for the family. She knew how he’d look at Lorde when this all came out too, as she’d received that look once or twice herself. While blood packs were fine as far as her nutritional needs went, it lacked something in the taste department, so she herself didn’t stick to the safest of possible diets; as blood from the vein was much more delectable.
“Problem have you say?” she said stepping out of the elevator and making her way directly over to Lorde, embracing the childe before she pulled back to a more respectable distance.
The female had his blood and so in some ways it was obvious why she felt so connected to her and yet in other ways it wasn’t. The mere sight of Shya had made her resolve crumble and the darkness creep into her heart but she suspected that had more to do with what the female symbolised than any real guttural reaction to who she was.

<Lorde> She came out of the elevator the moment she looked at the shop and some of the members of the family buying things from there - mostly blood bags. She frowned, that **** tasted nasty. She couldn’t drink it - sometimes, it would make her vomit. She’d only drink it if there was no other choice, or if she was critically wounded - which even then rarely happened. She huffed for a moment as she heard the silver doors close after the elder of the Vedarian bloodline emerged from the box. She would avoid small spaces if she could. Lorde was claustrophobic. It couldn’t be helped.

“Problem.” She said. Nodding her head. As she wrapped her own arms around the woman in response, embracing the wife of her sire - and adopted sire in return, the woman who had accepted her as one of her own which warmed her unbeating heart at times. Lorde loved Keara, which was rare of the woman to accept new people - besides her sire, considering he was all she had for almost three years - and now she had a whole family because of Keara.

“I was feeding - you know how hungry I can get sometimes. I just have to have more than one human sometimes. I fed off four women tonight.” Women were her preferred type of tap, she couldn’t drink from men - men repulsed her. “Well, the first three were fine. Nothing happened, I disposed of their bodies - the fourth. Yeah, I fucked up. Someone must’ve caught me dragging her into the alleyway. I was draining her, when I was about to finish her off. I got pictured - I mean flash of a camera and everything.” She sighed, looking down at the wooden floor, avoiding Keara’s gaze. “By the time I was no longer dazed from the flash - the guy, the photographer was gone - which is when I tomed home.” She waited to be reprimanded.

Keara: “Oh Lorde,” she gently shook her head. “Allow yourself for so hungry to become you should not. Learned you have not as yet for your thirst to control? If feed daily you do, desire you shall not for your victim to drain. Try you should not for to kill unless it necessary is.”
Okay, so maybe it was a little odd coming from her. Keara lived to kill, a day did not pass that she didn’t tackle some sort of creature and end its life. She relished the killed, delighted in it. Fighting for her was like dancing with a stranger and more often than not she was the victor. This said however, she did try not to slaughter weaker creatures like the frail ones. They were a necessary part of the circle of life, the circle of eternal life even and she wasn’t sure if Lorde respected that like perhaps she should. It was surprising though that Enver had such a childe, she had until this point considered that he was perhaps drawn to the darkness in others as he himself was so dead set against the ending of a human life; unless that life had some vague attachment to her that was and then they were apparently fair game.
“Know you do not who your photo did take?”
The question was all but unnecessary as Keara was already more than certain that if Lorde knew who it was that had taken her image, that they would be dead already, and so her help would not be needed.

<Lorde> Lorde looked ashamed, she couldn’t help it within the presence of an elder, she who had been a vampire more than most of their kin. She nodded her head slowly. “I can never control it.” She said. “It’s not a lack of lessons, or anything” She confessed. “I am always hungry, I always want to feed.” She shrugged her shoulders she had always assumed it was was because she was a killer, the keyword in the title. killer. She sighed. “I try to sate my hunger by boosting my own blood, but sometimes - it just makes me want the real deal. Then when I do feed, I get so lost in the feed that I drain them dry.” She shrugged her shoulders.

Enver didn’t know this, and she didn’t want to tell him - she didn’t want to see him disappointed in her, and even now with this new found siblings of hers, the possessive side of Lorde didn’t want to see him shift all his attention onto this Shya chick.

“No I didn’t see him. When I dropped the girl, and ran to the edge of the alleyway. I couldn’t see him, it was as if he had vanished. Completely.” Or used a tome. “So now, if he’s going to hand the information into the police - I’ll be put on the bounty list for sure. Tytonidae will kill me.” She admitted.

Keara: What she heard unsettled her. Enver had not told her that his childe had such an affliction and what with everything else that was happening around them at late, she began to wonder if this were another secret he was keeping. Though this secret was perhaps not his to tell and so would be acceptable. Keara took a moment to appraise the childe, paying particular attention to the latent gifts she had been blessed with that came from somewhere other than her paths and bridges. The childe had a propensity for darkness and a lot of things soon began to make sense to her.
“Tried you have for your thirst to control? For every day, for a little blood to drink. Capable you are of stopping to feed. Yes? Or do you always your victim kill?”
Keara was trying not to judge Lorde. She knew how it felt to want to drain a person dry. Losing control was something almost every vampire did at least once in their lifetime. Blood was not only their life source, it was their addiction and for many it was the only thing they could really taste, as they were unable to consume anything else.

<Lorde> She thought about it. Killing seemed like the easier option, it hadn’t occurred to her during the feed that she could stop, sometimes she’d get so immersed that she wouldn’t stop until her victim was completely drained of blood - or limp in her arms. Her latest victim, she hadn’t killed her. She remembered.

“The fourth victim. She’s alive. Barely.” She said with a light smile. A proud smile even. This secret she held, she was ashamed to admit to it, she could dispose of the bodies well - she was never caught, not until now. “Enver is going to kill me.” She knew he wouldn’t literally, but she was afraid to face him when he would find out. The paranoia she felt was human. She shook her head though.

“I have tried - but I just get more and more hungry. Sometimes all I see is red, and just…” She let the sentence hang as she shrugged her shoulders. “I’m sorry Ma.” using her affectionate term for Keara.

Keara: “Oh darkling. Your fault entirely it is not. Enver assumed perhaps that you his level of control have. Judge we often do others by standards that our own are.”
She wrapped her arms around Lorde and stroked her hair. The two women were pretty much the same height only this night Lorde was perhaps a little taller due to her footwear. Keara had not stopped to put on shoes or boots of any kind.
“Perhaps this something is, that taught you can be. Then choice have you do in how you feed. Control then your fate better you may. Though see I do that the kill enchants you so. Drawn to your darker side you are. Say this I do not for you ashamed to make. Say this I do as it true is. Sorry you need not be, for be you cannot that which you are not. Not without practice.”
Keara relinquished her hold on the loveable blonde once more and looked around them. While it was important for Lorde to understand herself and her habits, it wasn’t essential to the task in hand; which was tracking down the photographer before the image he took could be shared with all and sundry.
“Your location tell me you should. Where feeding you were. Start there we shall.”
Keara moved in the direction of the computer, hoping that Lorde would follow.

<Lorde> Lorde let Keara hug her, as she hugged the woman back - she was glad she didn’t lash out at Lorde, or scold her for being so.. so… open about being a vampire. Keara withdrew from the hug and she followed the woman to the terminal. She watched the screen flicker to life in front of her eyes as she took a seat. Ready to watch the woman do her thing when it came to computers. She wasn’t good at hacking - Oria had tried to teach her, and it just wasn't her thing. Her mind wasn’t made for cracking codes. Special people were made for that Keara being one of them. She shrugged her shoulders with her own thoughts.

“It’s embarrassing.” She said finally. “I’ve been a vampire for almost three years. Yet, I’m still a rabid animal.” She admitted with a small laugh. A laugh to brush off the shame she felt. “How long did it take you?” She asked curiously. She didn’t know much about the woman in front of her. Only that she was an elder, one of the first - a lovely woman, and the wife to her sire. She hoped she could get to know this woman in the small time they spent with each other now. Even if it wasn’t under the best circumstances.

“Oh, I was I Gulls.” She said. Answering Keara’s final question. “A few blocks from the station.”

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--
Keara: Nimble fingers moved across the keys as if she were playing some melodic symphony on a piano; as with almost everything Keara did, there was a grace about her that was her own. She was already busy trying to find a way into the Harper Rock CCTV feed so that she could try and track down Lorde’s mystery assailant. Panicking about any of this wasn’t going to do them any good, not that Keara panicked often, she was far too calm and composed to let that emotion overtake her.
“Of standards we already spoken have. And judge yourself by mine you should not. Born to this my sire always said I was. Too natural this life for me was. Though sires then a greater role in their childes life did take and so many childer there were not. Here that changed somewhat has. No childer had I before I first died did and now too many into this life brought I have. Too many say I do as many lost have been. Sad it is for to see me gift wasted so. For that is what our blood is. Think you that not?”
She couldn’t recall ever having this kind of conversation with Lorde in the past but it was entirely possible she’d mentioned how she felt about the ability to sire in the past. There was nothing more precious, in her mind, that a vampire could give than that of their own blood. This was why Enver wore a few drops of hers in a sealed pendant. The blood seemed quite at home in there and hadn’t returned itself to ether as shadow blood tended to do; something she attributed to the fact that it had been drawn via a syringe and immediately deposited into its new home. It was the ultimate symbol of her trust in him and he’d been gifted it before they had even exchanged vows.

<Lorde> She listened to the words that Keara spoke of. The way she spoke about her past experiences - her opinions, Lorde couldn’t help but admire for it. She had so much experience with this life. She didn’t even know how old she was - nor did she want to find out. She had always been taught that it was rude to ask a person’s age. So she simply nodded her head. In terms of being a vampire - she had a lot to learn, she was a lot like a fledgling in some terms. She had been in prison for a long time. She was dead before then, sent to the realms by the broussards. All because she had to rest, she had no energy to remove herself from building. They had killed her like the bunch of vultures they were.

She even remembered the anger upon her sire’s face - the way he looked after her body when she was dead. She had woken up in the theatre dressed in a nightgown. Her hair was brushed. It was as if she had been mourned. The way he had embraced her because she was back. She shook her head - bands of blonde swishing from side to side. No, she didn’t want to remember the sadness on her sire’s face. Not now, not ever.

“I understand.” She added. “I’ll… try to feed a little bit each night.” She nodded her head, adding a silent promise to her words, she didn’t want to let anyone down.

Keara: “If require you do someone that tell you can for to stop, time find I shall for with you to go when feed you do. Sure I am that Enver time too for this would make. This the reason was why fasted one day a week we did. At least my sire me this did tell. Able then we were better for ourselves to control and for to remember that blood a gift was. This practice old now is. Seen it practiced here I have not. Perhaps its purpose no longer relevant is.”
She was only half concentrating on the conversation at hands as she narrowed down the server on which the Gullborough cameras ran. The first task would be to find an appropriate camera in the area. If they could find one that covered the area in which Lorde was feeding, they could then look backwards in time to see if they could find the photographer that had captured her image.

<Lorde> Lorde widened her eyes at the request. If she could blush she would have, but the woman had offered to help her - and help was something she wouldn’t refuse. She needed the help and she knew it - she had known it for a long time, she had known for a long time what she was doing - was wrong, but not once had she reached out for help. Not because she didn’t want to but because she cared too much about Enver and Keara’s opinion. “I would like that.” She said. “It could be fun.” Well, maybe not fun - fun wouldn’t cover it. “I’d appreciate it.” She said after another moments of silence between the two - the only sound had been Keara’s fingers tapping against the keyboard quickly.

Her eyes moved from the elder’s features back to the screen she got up from the chair and moved to stand beside Keara leaning over so her hand pressed against the desk. “Any luck?” She said, changing the topic from her - to well, the incident. The woman had to have found something - if she would be able to narrow down the CCTV surveillance to well, the camera that would have been closest to her. She was almost scared to see if she would be able to see Lorde dragging off her victims one by one - with the rabid look of a feral painted across her features.

Keara: “Found I have the system. Now need you I do for to identify the area in which feeding you are. Camera’s everywhere in this city are. More difficult it is for us in this age for our secret to keep.”
Keara slowly cycled through the camera feeds one by one, waiting for Lorde to point out the area that looked familiar to her. Of course the angles would be different but each and every camera usually had some sort of identifying mark within the frame and if not it had a number. Though that would require them returning to the scene of the crime and checking for camera’s on foot; something they might have to do if this method yielded no results.

<Lorde> She inched closer to the woman and looked at the screen. Her fingers caressed the screen on the monitor as she looked at the area’s. She looked for markers that she could remember, graffiti sometimes was a possible
marker. She tapped the screen pointing to a wall with spray paint on it. “There.” She said. “I remember dragging a lovely blonde in there, she smelt like cher--” She looked at Keara and then looked away. “Sorry.” With a slight shrug of her shoulders.

She scanned the screens again and found another scene. Yes, it was the scene of the fourth victim. “There.” She said. “I kicked one of those garbage can’s down as the woman gave me a little jip as I was pulling her into the alleyway.” She looked embarrassed again.

Keara: Keara nodded. She didn’t mind the extra details, though Enver would have likely loathed hearing them. Killing wasn’t something he was particularly practiced in, he was far too kinda soul and usually only attacked if provoked to do so on some way.
“Now look we shall for the recordings.” Keara mentally made a note of the camera’s identifying numbers and then looked further into the system to find the recordings, as they had been watching the live feeds. “Here. Timestamps not always the same as what we expecting are. But try we shall for the time around when arrived home you did. Watch for perhaps five minutes before hand we should. Though at speed.”
What she meant was that she was going to go back to around five minutes before the time in which Lorde returned home. They were going to fast forward the recording and watch for anything that might seem familiar to the childe. Once they had found the scene and the assailant, they would be able to play the image more slowly to see if they had any identifying features.
<Lorde> She nodded, blonde hair caressed the skin of her shoulders. Dry split ends poked at the flesh as she watched nervously at the CCTV. Odd, that she was about to watch herself back on the monitor. It hadn’t occurred to her that she would show up on a monitor. Perhaps that was because she had watched too many horror movies as a child that surrounded the mythos of vampires, she never knew she would become a vampire and actually live the lifestyle - drinking blood mainly.

Lorde hoped they would be able to find the culprit before he handed the photo’s into the press. She couldn’t quite remember what he had caught her doing - was she just about done with the woman, had she been feeding? So much had happened since that moment which had been twenty minutes ago. It had seemed like forever. Lorde hoped that time would be on their side. She had hoped they would get there in time.

Hand outstretched she tapped at the screen. Her manicured nail pointed at a man who was walking a white pick up truck. He had a camera on his back. Yet she hadn’t seen herself yet. She rubbed at the flesh of her chin and thought. “He seems rather fishy.” She said. She looked at the timestamp. That was half an hour ago. She pushed her head closer to the screen, there was the red head. That was her victim. “That one!” she almost screamed.

Keara: The video was slowed down, although really there was no need, as they could probably both see it in full detail even playing as quickly as it was. Keara watched what happened next, not really caring for what it was that Lorde was doing, as for more for the fact that she could pretty clearly see the female.
“Need you do for your identity better to hide if going to feed or kill you are. If the bodies to this area traced can be, easily connected to their deaths you will be.”
The man in the white van definitely appeared to be the one they were looking for, as he seemed to walk back in that direction shortly after Lorde had kidnapped her last victim. She hadn’t noted a camera about his neck before but now it was as clear as day. The male, for whatever reason, had been looking for something of interest to photograph; unfortunately for Lorde, that just so happened to be her.

<Lorde> She found herself nodding again. “I’m sorry Ma.” She said, it was the only thing she could say. When she fed she got into the moment, she would lose herself in the moment. The only thing in the world that mattered to her was the blood. She needed it and then everything else around her became nothing - nothing but white noise. She watched it all unfold on the terminal though, the way he moved back into the direction of the alleyway - the very alleyway she had dragged the woman into.

She knew what was going to happen next she remembered it. She watched the man push against the camera, taking a photo - the flash, then the photographer climbed into the pick up truck, slapped against the roof and off the truck went. The last image on the CCTV was Lorde running out and looking dazed, her mouth wiped dry of blood with the back of her hand as she looked for the culprit of the flashing camera. Yet there was no one.

The killer stomped her foot against the wooden floor. Cursing. “I’m so stupid.” She said.

Keara: “Stupid you are not. Careless perhaps. But stupid not. We all our moments do have.”
Keara rewound the video feed to the correct point and focused in on the features of the male. The quality of the video itself wasn’t great and so Keara doubted that they would be able to find any matches in any of the more well-known databases that the local police force had access too. That was a trickier task and one that Keara would not attempt through the families connection, so she saved the image. Uploaded it to the internet and then set about her task within her own mind.
With her eyes closed she first copied the image a number of times, so that the source of it would not be linked back to her or hers and then she set about the task of hacking into the local police network. Once there, she began to run the image through the databases on offer to her.
“Believe I do not that we an identity from this shall find. The image clear enough is not. Enver our camera’s in here did make, of better quality they are. Shame it is that so sharp the image of the public system is not. Though perhaps that often protects us does.”

<Lorde> She watched her work, bringing a well manicured nail up to her mouth as she nervously bit down on the tip. It was the only thing she could do, she had done her bit on the identification, but it was now over to Keara to try and ID this guy, whoever he was. She waited - standing as still as a statue.

“Perhaps we should sell our camera’s to them. Make some cash for the family.” She gave off some laughter. It was perhaps the only way she could stop herself from panicking. If they couldn’t get a match - it meant she would have to tell Enver, and he would be ever so mad at her. She didn’t think she could handle it. She brought her lower lip into her mouth and gnawed on it with her tip of her fang. The fangs that would never retract.

“Maybe we do need to tell Enver.” She said slowly. “He’s going to be so cross.”

Keara: “Worry not for your father Reminded he can be that he too mistakes does make. Made one of late he has that far wider reaching consequences has.”
She was referring to the siring of Shya, for while she had forgiven him and was trying to rebuild the trust she’d lost in him, she had not yet begun to warm to the idea of the female being anything more than a moment of stupid and the living embodiment of her husband’s betrayal.
“His help perhaps require we shall for nothing seeing I am that help us might.”
She could search the databases with her eyes open if she so chose, as her mental capacity was immense, and yet she preferred to do it with her eyes closed. There was no real reason for this beyond perhaps the fact that she did at times have trouble concentrating and so it allowed her to focus the majority of her efforts on the task; ultimately ensuring the fact that nothing would be missed.

<Lorde> She nodded her head slowly. She was glad that she didn’t have to worry - but far wider consequences? She didn’t want to ask - nor would she. That was between the married couple. Moss orbs looked back to the screenshot of their culprit then dragging her hues up to the elder who was now closing her eyes. She was doing that telepath thing. Enver did it too sometimes. It was unsettling to watch. She would never want to experience telepathic abilities - it looked like it involved the usage of all of your mind and Lorde liked to be a brute strength. She wasn’t logical in the slightest.

“Alright.” She said slowly. Taking her seat again in the chair as she watched the woman do her telepath thing. She was sure she was trying to ID the guy, how she was going about it she didn’t know. She could only wait for the results.

Keara: A few minutes passed but her searches yielded nothing. Opening her dark eyes, she looked at the female before her and offered her an apologetic smile.
“Sorry I am for to say that nothing of him can I find. Think I do that perhaps your father now of more use to us shall be.”
She reached out and placed a hand over Lorde’s patting it for a moment and then quickly withdrew. While she was happy to hug the woman, she wasn’t all that good with other forms of intimacy just yet. In this she was still a work in progress, though that had more to do with her than it did with Lorde. Peter was about the only other person she was truly comfortable with outside of Enver and that was only due to the strong bond she felt with him, what with him being sired by both her and Enver in a way.

<Lorde> She nodded her head the golden hair caressing the pale flesh as she sighed. She knew it would come to this. The pat was welcomed as she returned it quickly before Keara drew her hand away from her. She gnawed on her lower lip again, wondering how he’d take it - but Keara would be there, it would be fine she was sure. He couldn’t stay mad at her. She was his eldest childe after all. She was the favourite. She had to be.

“Yeah, you’re right.” She said slowly. “Do you want to reach out to him, or should I?”

Keara: “Think I do that this best from you should come. Though call him home directly I shall.”
Keara concentrated on her husband and told him with uncertainty that he should return home immediately as his daughter needed his attention. With this done, she stood, smiled at Lorde and then began to walk away.
“In our cell I should be if require me you do. Need me though I doubt you do. You his daughter are. Abandon you for this he shall not.”
She was certain of this too. Enver was unable or unwilling to walk away from the childe he’d turned in a moment of madness; not that Keara had asked him to do as much. He was a responsible sire and while he might have his moments wherein anything might happen, she knew he’d do whatever it was within his power to do to help Lorde through this. Keara was willing to do the same in fact and would have likely decided to track the male through mortal or supernatural means if it were up to her but after having not called Enver in to help with Peter, she could not do the same with Lorde. Parenting was a responsibility they shared and she wanted him to know that he was needed.