Jan 03:- Discovery of where Purple was found.


=== The Cemetery: 2016-01-03 14:00:00 EST ===
= KhaoticBliss has entered the room =
= emptiedsky has entered the room =
KhaoticBliss: Unlatching the familiar gate with one mostly-covered hand, she twists her body at an angle to lean her slight weight against it, using gravity and momentum to push the rusted thing open. It gives with a minor shriek of protest, and then she's tugging lightly on his hand to pull him through. "So, yeah. Like I said before - I woke up here, in the cemetery. How..what's the word... goth of me?" Smirking a little, she leads him down one of the more overgrown paths, though nearly all of them have seen
=== The Cemetery: 2016-01-03 15:00:00 EST ===
KhaoticBliss: better days. This one, though, for an observant tracker like Coilin, shows signs of recent, frequent travel. Like maybe somebody goes back and forth from this particular location fairly regularly, but only the one person. The dead leaves that choke the path are just a little crushed in places, the overgrown grasses just a little bent. It's weird, the nervous thrill of energy that ripples through her, actually showing someone this. (end)
emptiedsky: Imagine if he had stepped on it to use his weight? Not that he was fat but the burly build of the man would take down a gate like that. Fingers flexed as she took his hand again those digits just peeking out from the end of leather gloves. Listening to her speak, he stopped for a moment to stare at her a second. There were a few things in his mind he wanted to ask her but he knew above all else being gentle about it might be the right way to approach it.?I need to ask you a few
emptiedsky: questions,? words found in Irish tongue that gave a rolling of letters with the bit of harshness to the English mindset. The weight came down to squat as he looked at the path in front of him trying to observe the tension placed on grass and dirt below. ?First.. I've noticed you been searching for words more. Something wrong?? Her weight pressing along the ground was observed to see if she could be the single disturbance. ?also do you come here a lot or something? ? Area still kind of
emptiedsky: of smelt like her even if it was faint. ( end )
KhaoticBliss: Pausing when he did, a hint of a smirk found her features. Hands tucked in her back pockets for the time being, she's wearing most of the same things she'd worn last night, with a predictable addition - one of his hoodies. Hey, it was cold today! "Yeah." Answering his second question first. "...Though you already know that, I'm guessing." As for the first question, this one gives her more pause. "I think it's because I'm trying to explain myself to you. I've never done tried to do that before,
KhaoticBliss: and so the words I need are...harder to find, sometimes. The good news is I'm able to find most of them pretty quickly. The bad news is that half the time I find them in the wrong language on the first couple of tries. I'm translating four or five times to get to Irish." (end)
emptiedsky: Taking his bag from the side he pulled it around to look inside getting a few things. The first one was a simple looking camera that he turned on to start recording video. Looking up and down the path with himself and the camera he stood back up pointing it to her as he spoke. ?So it's like with you doing things. You can pull the knowledge of it but never had a practical use of physically doing it? The car thing?? Suggested as a way of linking the two together. Smoke was pulled out next
emptiedsky: as he started to walk around. This time, he was looking for the names along the headstones and the like stopping at each one to get the information recorded. ?All right tell me about the day. What were you wearing when you woke up? Any money? Any ids? Anything you remember then your name and eyes and things like that? Anything small might help.? Lighting up the cig he waited for her answers. ( end )
KhaoticBliss: Oh man. A video? This gave her a moment's pause, but then... she trusted Coilin. Taking a breath to expell excess nervous energy, she nods. "...Yeah, basically. I don't know a thing until I have a need for it. And then it's a matter of finding the most expedient way of accessing it. Like... swimming. I hadn't ever needed to know how to swim until exactly that moment. I'm pretty positive that some of the people I've accessed before knew how to swim, but it wasn't a thing I'd needed to
KhaoticBliss: specifically retain until the moment I found myself underwater. I could have pulled from the memories in my head, but it seemed obvious that you knew how to swim and that was a hell of a lot faster. So I took it from you instead." Toying with a random tendril of her hair, she's content to let him explore the immediate area, in no great hurry to reveal the secret he'd be learning imminently even though she'd committed to let him discover it when she'd agreed to bring him here. Now for his other
KhaoticBliss: questions. What were they? "Ah. Lessee." Pale brows knitting together, she concentrates, trying to remember. "It was night time. I wasn't wearing much. These pants and a shirt that were the same color, and made of this....cottony material..." They were scrubs. But since she'd never seen them since, that wasn't a word she knew to look for. "No pockets, so... no id. No money. Nothing like that." (end)
emptiedsky: A video. Think of it this way, he had a video camera and had yet to pull it out in sex. Then again if she googled his name she might fight an older sex tape from when he was younger playing Rugby that lead to a scandal. The camera was on her while she spoke but once she was done he went back to looking around. Each one of the grave names was copied onto the film to look them up later along with the dates. When she mentioned the swimming thing with him he got a big stupid grin on his face
emptiedsky: remembering it. Tongue swept along his bottom lip as he stared at her thinking back on it and other memories. Nothing was mentioned on it but the fact of what she had worn when woke up was odd. What could it be??Got the clothes?? Questioned her as he came back around to find the grave she normally slept at. Taking a knee, he brought his hand up to feel the intentions there. ?Huh. Something has been sleeping here. See how the weight it distributed in around? Body weight not dug in
emptiedsky: distributed around a bigger area. A shoe print is deeper than this.' Most of it was to himself and the camera. Fingers came to the ?bedding' area to feel how deep it was. (End )
KhaoticBliss: "Some*thing*, babe?" A smirk. She was trying for confidence, her chin lifted nonchalantly, but the truth was there were butterflies in her stomach with razorblade wings. Fidgeting with the cuff of the hoodie she wore, she nodded. "Some*one*, you mean. More specifically, me." Dropping to a crouch immediately behind him, she rests one hand on his shoulder to steady herself, lifting the other arm just along the top of his shoulder to point out a particularly cracked stone. "See, here's where this
KhaoticBliss: particular crypt has been broken into before." She moves her finger, pointing to the solid-looking one next to it. "And that's the one that actually moves. Push it here," she said, leaning forward against him to press lightly on one of the corners, causing the stone to rotate inwards, almost like an actual secret door. "...and that's where I keep stuff I don't want to lose." The clothes she'd worn that first day were in there, yes. So was the quilt Coilin had given her, and what appeared to be
KhaoticBliss: an outfit that should be worn to a ball. A long, flowing white gown, gloves, shoes, everything. Also among the contents were at least two hoodies belonging to the wolf in front of her, a shirt of Quinn's, and a black hoodie with a particularly colorful my little pony on the front. (end)
emptiedsky: ?Some TING yeah.? He figured it was a jab at his accent thus him saying that back to her in such a playful tone. Tongue in cheek he followed along as she showed him the secreted passage into the crypt. This is where he stood out a second as she entered the crypt. It wasn't that he was afraid of death or the dead that honestly the man was raised in a catholic pagan traditional place. Clearing his throat he closed his eyes muttering some prayer under his breath before he moved forward.The
emptiedsky: light was turned onto the camera it being bright enough to light up whatever he wanted to see. The fact all of her **** was inside of the tomb wasn't what was expected. ?Wait.. You.. live here?? Light back to her face now almost stumbling over some of her stuff on the ground as he got inside of it. This was a very goth location.?Get the clothes out for me? I'll take them to Godfry.? One day he was going to have to introduce her to Godfry but that day wasn't now. ( end )
=== The Cemetery: 2016-01-03 16:00:00 EST ===
KhaoticBliss: Shifting her weight from one booted foot to the other, she shrugs, hands coming up almost immediately to shield her eyes from the glare of that light. "Hey! Watch that thing." Squinting, she blinks several times to make her eyes readjust, rubbing at the corner of one eye. "...I am not a *thing*, I'm a Saila." She says, clarifying that she hadn't been making fun of him. As for that direct question, it deserved a direct answer, but it was a thing she'd never admitted before. "I mean... I guess so?
KhaoticBliss: I don't exactly live... anywhere. I keep my stuff here because I have to keep it somewhere and no one ever comes back here. I hung out for days to make sure. I sleep... pretty much wherever I fall, actually. Sometimes at the Inn, sometimes at friends' houses. Sometimes with you. I used to have a bunch of places to stay, but I don't anymore." Fidgeting with that sleeve again, she's relieved to have something to do finally, and crosses past him to a stack of clothes that are all, predictably,
KhaoticBliss: black. Incidentally, when she says she stays at the Inn, she means that she's passed out there twice. Once on the couch, once at a table. She's never actually reserved a room. Flipping through the stacks, she finally finds the matching clothes she'd been referring to balled up in a corner. They were the only garments that weren't black -- they were a faded orange. There was a number printed on the right chest, but no other identifying marks. (end)
emptiedsky: She wasn't a thing. There was a moment of silence as his body slumped some with the realization that she was homeless. The camera was kept a bit down to look around the crypt moving to point to the clothing she was gathering. Scrubs? Were they scrubs? Taking the set he cut off the camera to set it on the ground. Taking a knee he lowered to the ground.?Where did you use to stay then? The camera is off.. just talk to me about it. We'll finish the interview I need later.? He looked at
emptiedsky: her now waiting to hear the answer to the last question. ?Maybe.. you should stay with me. You're there a lot anyways. You're stuff will be safer. ? Paused fingers coming down to the uniformed scrubs. This point he was thinking of the hospital or a jail? ?You'll be safer.? She escaped somewhere? ( end )
= Nomi has entered the room =
KhaoticBliss: Hesitant at first, she shifts her weight so that she's sitting, crossing her legs underneath her. Hands folded together in her lap, her fingers twist one against the other restlessly. "Ah, well. I told you about Ra'?" The first person she remembered meeting, when he'd asked her who did she meet first. "Ra's a rogue and a.. fairly accomplished thief." This was putting it mildly. "He's got hideouts all over the city. An' about a million henchmen, it seems like." Okay, not a million. But several!
KhaoticBliss: "Anyway. Ra' said I could stay with him as long as I needed. I did for awhile, but..." Shaking her head. "Not anymore." See, that was the most ironic part of the whole thing between Coilin and Damien. While they'd been all worried about each other, there had been a third party all along. Quiet for a moment, whatever reaction she'd been expecting from this revelation, it hadn't been ...an invitation. Brows arch curiously. "Really? You'd be okay with that?" Not even Quinn had thought to ask where
KhaoticBliss: the heck she went every night, or dawn, when they parted ways. (end)
emptiedsky: ?The fox thing?? Ra was the fox thing wasn't it? The explanation of having a million places made sense then. If he was a thief and not only that why she didn't bother to know what he did to get the information he needed. Or even when he protected Billie and what happened there. ?Aye, I don't mind.? The Irish language was heard from any outsiders from inside of the tomb they occupied. By now he was turning back on the camera evident by the light coming on.Smoke was still hanging from the
emptiedsky: somewhat slacked jaw as the man picked up the camera the smoke becoming visible in the shined light. The clothing on the ground was panned over trying to see any stains or the like in it. He did stop over the numbers of the breast area to get a good view of those. Now another question came to mind. ?Ever been to a jail?? Not that he hadn't God knows enough drunken bar fights had brought him there. ( end )
KhaoticBliss: Touched by the offer, she nods her assent. Both to the question at hand - yes, Ra' was the fox thing - and to the invitation itself. Staying with Coilin... wow. That was big. "okay, sure. Thank you," she says softly. "You're gonna have to teach me how to get back here on my own, though." After all, he had work to do and she had appointments to keep. And magic wasn't a thing she could lift. Whatever else she might have said was saved for later when the camera comes back on. It takes her a moment
KhaoticBliss: to switch gears, and when she does, it's to lift her shoulders towards her ears, hands lifting simultaneously palms out in a 'who knows?' kind of gesture. "I have no idea. Maybe?" Glancing down at the outfit she hadn't really looked at since she'd peeled it off the first time, her jaw works thoughtfully. "About the only interesting thing I can tell you about those is that I don't feel or learn *anything* when I touch them." Almost as though she needs to reconfirm it to herself, she reaches out,
KhaoticBliss: touching the fabric gingerly. A headshake follows moments later. "Nope, nothing." Lifting her gaze to him as she retracts her hand. "...It didn't occur to me at the time that was weird, but it is. I get impressions and memories off of everything. Whether it's the person who wore it last or the person who made it."
KhaoticBliss: (end)
emptiedsky: Smirked to her but they had business to do. The number was processed on a few times to get focused on. When she described not learning from them he squished his face a moment before sitting down on the ground. He was sending fingers over the breast to feel the number. ?Maybe because you learned from it. You said you woke up and knew basic. Face, nose, hand, your name? Maybe it was the only thing printed on it?? Suggested looking back up to her then down to the clothing.?If I wore gloves
emptiedsky: then touched an object.. would I print on the object for you? Or would just the gloves print on the object I grabbed with them?? He didn't know how it worked but perhaps if everyone wore gloves tht touched her or it before it would explain why they didn't get printed on maybe? Still he was trying to figure it out. ?I think these are scrubs. They wear them in jails and hospitals a lot. I'll have to get some research in local ones..? Maybe she was just insane and not a criminal. ( end )
KhaoticBliss: To the first part, Saila shakes her head, sweeping purple tendrils behind one multi-pierced ear as she lowers her hands to her lap. "...No, I learned those things from touching myse----my own face." Correcting herself at the last second, the mercurial girl is finally learning about those double entendre things people here are so fond of. "The clothes didn't tell me anything. The ground did, the stones did, the trees... but not these." Considering his next question, she scratches absently at her
KhaoticBliss: throat, pondering. "Hm. I don't know? Might depend on the frequency of the person doing the touching, though. Some of the energy patterns I've come across," and yeah, there's one in particular she's thinking of here, though probably not one he would expect - "...I feel like I would pick up traces of immediately, no matter what." Although there was an object in her possession that particular person had made for her that bore to hints of his presence. Specifically because he'd never touched it. So
KhaoticBliss: maybe there was a different kind of magic involved? (end)
emptiedsky: He caught the touching herself but then he thought more. There was silence and his expression as he put things together in his mind. They were going to try some things when they got home. ?All right here is what I'm thinking,? clearing his throat he looked up at her. ?The clothing is special somehow. If you learned by,? oh vocal change here ?touching yourself? then back to normal ?then they can't be made of you. So it can't be weaved from your hair or something. You now.. like a sheep
=== The Cemetery: 2016-01-03 17:00:00 EST ===
emptiedsky: ** You know.. like a sheep to make yarn. It's not part of you.? There was a lot of thinking out loud from him right now.?So maybe it's.. I dunno lined? I mean if I think about it,? he might not be smart in the traditional way but there was other factors. ?If you have wood it will let some water into your house if you don't line it. You just put some plastic over it and it won't let the rain in. Maybe then there is something on it to prevent you from learning. It's weather treated so
emptiedsky: you can't learn. Whoever made these made them so you can't learn whats outside of what they expose you too? ? What could treat it though? He took up the clothing turning it inside out. Looking for tags, symbols or anything on the inside that could be obvious not that he could read magic or anything.. ( end )
KhaoticBliss: Saila of course, had no idea, and none of these things he's thinking out loud have ever occurred to her. Anybody who called Coilin anything less than brilliant within her hearing would find him solidly defended. Books weren't everything. Still, she offered him a little smirk at his words. "Well. Good to know I'm not a sheep, anyway. That makes two things I'm definitely not." Grinning wider, she shakes her head, watching him turn the garments inside out. The fabric on the inside is not nearly as
KhaoticBliss: faded as the fabric on the outside, as though it is indeed made of something else. No immediately visible markings or tags, though. (end)
= Nomi has entered the room =
emptiedsky: Finger came down to the inside fabric feeling the material. He folded the fabric to feel the outside. One was faded the other wasn't. that to him said something was different about the two sides. ?What's the other thing you're not?? The question in Irish tongue still as they spoke, still inside of the Tomb / Crypt. ?But look see this?? Pointed to the sides of the fabric. ?Ones faded ones not. Something is different about it. If you get bleach or something on it fades all the way
emptiedsky: through. It's different somehow. I dunno how.? This gave him an idea.Smoke tossed from his cig outside of the crypt. From his side, he removed his pocket knife. Flipping open the leatherman he took out one of the blades. The sleeve of it was held over the blade allowing him to pull fabric down trying to cut through it. ( end )
KhaoticBliss: Leaning in to look at the fabric more closely, she nods. "Yeah. I didn't notice that before but I definitely see it now. Do the two sides feel different?" It wasn't anything she could articulate or was even really aware of, but Saila seemed pretty hesitant to touch the garment again. They hadn't been refolded like all the rest of her clothes. She had handled them exactly long enough to give them to him and confirm she wasn't picking anything up from them, and she didn't seem in any great hurry
KhaoticBliss: touch them now, either, apparently content to take his word for it. Watching intently when he pulls out his knife, she knows immediately what he intends to do with it, and that poor lower lip is caught pretty savagely between the porcelain rows of her teeth while she watches to see what happens.
KhaoticBliss: And what happens is... the fabric gives easily, at first. The knife penetrates, fibers splitting, the tip of the blade appears with minimal effort, for a second. But then, the unexpected -- there's a strange rush of energy, something like a popping in Saila's ears at least from a sudden pressure change, and the fabric forcibly reknits itself, repelling the knife. Slapping her hands over her ears out of reflex, wide eyes lift rapidly to Coilin to see if he'd felt it, too. (end)
Nomi: Often she found solace in the cemeteries around the city. The old crypts, headstones and mausoleums are works of art. A long lost art, something old souls might appreciate, much like the music she played. Many nights she played in this cemetery to the row of over grown headstones, while the dead watched. Well, she imagined they watched and maybe even enjoyed the hauntingly beautiful music. Perched on an old crypt that looked like a fancy Roman bed, Nomi had her violin and began to play.
Nomi: Her fingers gently slid up and down the strings, while the bow barely grazed the surface. The music filled the cemetery, the tune played old and hypnotic.
Nomi: Sparks of energy resonating off whatever rumbled behind her. Magic afoot, whatever it was. She kept playing, and slipped off the crypt.
emptiedsky: Hypnotic music played on the near silence of tombs that were previously only broken by the words coming from the couple inside. That loud popping noise over filled the senses of sounds as the knife cut the fabric. Blade flew away from him dropping onto the ground nicking his hand as the jolt filled his arm. Quickly the man stood up as the sensation filled him of that light current going through the fabric. The material of the shirt knitted together from the force of his destruction but
emptiedsky: there was no healing Coilin right away.As he stood up he jumped on one foot the hand spreading out some as he felt the way it had burned skin. The scent of burnt hair mixed with that of the molds and mildew of the crypt. The man himself? Was flexing hand holding it out in front of him and putting together a string of curses that would make his mother shove a bar of soap into his mouth; despite him being an adult. ( end )
KhaoticBliss: Well, that answered that question. Strange eyes going saucer -wide, it's an awesome coincidence that the music began to play somewhere above them at the exact moment the shirt reacted to his experiment. "What the..." Riding the aftershock of the electric jolt, she grabs the material first in one hand and Coilin in the other, rapidly rising to her feet. Pulling hard in that internal way she has, she seeks to suck the power source out of both of them -- not Coilin's own internal energy, of course
KhaoticBliss: --the one that had hurt him. A nervous chill rippling over what little exposed skin Saila has, it surprises her when the moment passes that the music still went on. Seems maybe she thought it was the shirt doing it. "Sh**t, are you okay?" The shock of the situation has her speaking English, not Irish as she had previously. "...Wait. Can you hear that?" (end)
Nomi: The way she played had been described as a dark piper, calling all the darkness to the light. Nomi had no idea what she was capable of doing. The old case was with her when she woke up in this town. Had been the only companion she dared to get close to. She made not claim to darkness, no claim to call anything. She did know music though. Some of whatever was below, seemed to catch the air. The night acoustics were often the best when no one was there. Spirits and sprites played under the shadows
= Billie Barlow has entered the room =
Nomi: chasing the music they'd be able to see. Music in any form had beat, had energy and she was able to move said energy and somehow what ever was around whorled together. Static is light, light is bright, bright sparked to night. She walked around the headstones while playing. She paused at one of the headstones and used her boot to brush away the snow. Maxium Sharpe said the stone. She bowed her head to Mr. Sharpe.
= Corwin Shadowkill has entered the room =
= Icer1978 has entered the room =
emptiedsky: Energy was taken away by her but there was still the markings from before. His fingers were kept spread until the music played then lights and other magic got involved. As it may have been unrelated to the case he plucked back up his camera replying to her in english at the same. ?I 'll be gran'. i'll bandage it whaen we git back 'um.? Clearing his throat he rolled through the pain that was left behind.Coming back out of the crypt he came to see the woman playing the violin along with
emptiedsky: the spirits who came to life in it. Looking over to Purple he asked another obvious question. ?Yer see 'er 'ere before?? Question asked before he turned back to the show in front of them. At least this necromancer, or bard, or bardomancer seemed not to be turning the spirits to evil side. Maybe he could enjoy the show. ( end )
Billie Barlow: Dead and buried things were not her favorate thing. Not at all. So why then was Billie creeping though the gate and into the cemetery? Why, because she needed to put flowers on a grave. Why <I>else</I> would anyone want to be in this place..? Least of all after day. Every horror movie she had ever seen was playing through her mind, running rampent with her imagination as she moved though the ground, picking her way through headstones.
Corwin Shadowkill: Magic on the wind, in the air, making sparkles dance in the chill winter night to those with the eyes to see. He'd been on his way to the Inn when he felt it, a pull too insistent to ignore; a siren's call in the darkness, beckoning the lonely sailor to the jagged embrace of the rocks. He could resist the call (he tells himself), he just chooses not to. It's a wizard's place to get involved... he hesitates when he finds where the trail leads. After last night's encounter with the uneasy dead, a
Corwin Shadowkill: graveyard's the last place he wants to be. And yet... he goes around and hoists himself over the iron fence with a spell of leaping, landing crouched among the stones with his mist-grey robes pooled about him like a shroud, and cocks his head to hark to the music of the night.
Nomi: Nomi was partially deaf in one ear, so it was hard for her to hear if anyone was there while she played. It was also the reason she rarely, if ever talked to anyone. She didn't want to keep repeating what or stare at them, it tended to make people uneasy. Mr. Sharpe rose up and his bones twirled around and he bowed to Mrs. Ellina Sharpe. The two favored the slower, hauntingly peaceful piece she played. Stepping back from the stone, she watched the bones waltz together more eloquently than she'd
KhaoticBliss: Stumbling out of the crypt after him, it isn't the most graceful thing she's ever done, and she might have collided with him on her way out. Oops. There's a crackling tension in her body, a barely contained ripple he might remember from what happened on the solstice. A shiver corkscrewing down her spine, Saila's gaze seeks out the source of both the music and the magic, strange eyes fixing on the woman with her violin. Headshake. "No, never." And then the skeletons did their thing, and her
=== The Cemetery: 2016-01-03 18:00:00 EST ===
KhaoticBliss: strangely mismatched eyes couldn't possibly have gotten any wider. "....Never seen that before, either. Th'only people I've ever run into here are that other wolf that followed me one night, the Martyr, a vampire, and that one time you came looking for me." Her gaze shifting on a dime to her left, it was the presence and not the sound that drew her. "Wow. More company." She was referring to Corwin, not Billie. Hadn't seen Billie yet what with all the commotion. (end)
Nomi: seen some humans moving around. A gypsy for sure, Nomi stepped back and gave them wide space to dance and frolic as dead ones would. Dead vines also rose to form a small skirt for Mrs. Sharpe. A piper. A dead piper maybe? The music began to slow, the Sharpe's returned to their dusty slumber and Nomi played something else. Walking through the stones, she still unaware of the others.
Billie Barlow: Music, and like a moth she was drawn...and what did she see..? She was no drunk enough for what her eyes did play upon, not at all. Had such been seen within the Inn perhaps the woman would not have let the scream fall from between her lips.... perhaps she'd not have thrown the flowers into the air. Perhaps she'd not almost have pissed her pants.
Corwin Shadowkill: He pushes his spectacles up with one finger and stands as the skeletal figures return to their grave. He regards the dusty bones for a moment, and then his head swivels at the sound of screaming.
Nomi: The dead vine followed Nomi and tried to wrap around her feet. It wasn't trying to trap her, more like nudge her. The scream unheard, but the vine retreated swift and fierce. The energy from the scream sparked on the notes, a color rarely seen. A fire; blood and moon. She stopped playing and turne to see why the vine had moved. Shadows over there, and well, let's say she didn't waste any time putting the old violin away in the case.
Corwin Shadowkill: He raises his arms, sleeves falling back to expose the long, delicate fingers, the supple wrists. Light sparks as he summons arcane forces beyond the ken of mere mortals to do battle; and then the music stops, the magic in the night air fades and becomes ordinary again. Corwin blinks and lowers his hands again, feeling a touch out of place all of a sudden amongst the worn and faded tombstones.
Billie Barlow: It was a well known fact that Billie was a coward. So, when she ran screaming all bloody murder from the cemetery it should have come as no great shock to anyone. Petals rained down in her wake, who knew that a woman of such buxom renound clould leap over headstones like an spring-buck. Oh, she was gone... like the devil was nipping at her heels with waving arms and bellowing cries about zombies and the walking dead. I was the end of the world and she was chicken little.
= This Dark One has entered the room =
Corwin Shadowkill: "Okay..." he says slowly, and steps forward onto open ground. "Can anyone explain what just happened?"
emptiedsky: There was a pause as he stepped outside of the crypt, the spirits, the music, all playing together. Voice kept a lower stance as the events played before him. ?Yer nu oi'm tinkin dis isn't connectin'. watch 'er..? nomi was nodded to as he watched the whisper of vines stretched out in encouragement to her. Frame came towards the light that was left from the setting sun. Dusk tended to bring mist and energy but this was brought forth by others.There was a note of the others, Billie and
emptiedsky: Corwin, who was each given a nod. Steps were rather careful to respect the graves and where he thought there might be bodies the man even offering apologies if he passed over or stepped over one. Taking Purple by the hand, he leads her with himself closer to Billie. The two were the only ones he knew there and the fact remained if something had gone sour with the scene playing out before him he would protect the two of them. Once they neared Billie he offered Purple over the camera. The
emptiedsky: The study of the woman (nomi) then the mage (corwin) was given in a most obvious way still unsure to trust either of them. ?eckin magic. what's 'tis even gotten anyone besides laid?? With Billie's exit he kept his stance giving a frown and a shrug. Something was diffrent about the woman her having gone back to her want to be 'bad' self. ( end )
Nomi: Nomi grabbed the case and had it in hand. She saw the man approaching open ground, but hadn't heard him. It was to dark to read his lips. So she raised her hand and motioned she was going. That's when she saw the others. Until now she'd always been alone when playing. She turned and walked further into the more over grown headstones, vanishing behind a masoleum.
KhaoticBliss: A little surprised when he takes her hand like that, Saila lets him lead her over to... is that Billie? Oh, it *was* Billie, anyway. Flinching a little at the screaming, the muse is conflicted. "Uh. Maybe you should go after her," this is said to Coilin under her breath, though she knows he can hear her perfectly well. Feeling the tension in his frame, she follows the line of his gaze to Corwin, who she can now actually see instead of just sense. "Hey," she says, tugging on his hand lightly. "I
This Dark One: As if the family pet arrived, a singular puffy raven; red eyed and dark beaked landed atop of a crying angel, twisting its head left, right and behind itself to view those below it.
KhaoticBliss: know him, kinda. He's missing... time... too. Says he's a master mage?" Fingers of her free hand lifting in a little wave to Corwin, who was looking a damn sight better than he had the night before. Noise above her has her looking up through dishevelled purple strands at... is that a raven? Seriously. She'd been basically living here for a month now and never saw anyone. The sudden flurry of activity was perplexing. "Wait, she's going away..." She'd been looking for the fiddler, of course, and
Corwin Shadowkill: And... everyone's leaving. His eyes narrow, and he frowns - just ever so slightly - and then the usual placid mask, the mage's serenity, returns to his face. "Ah... Rhydin." The sarcasm fairly drips from his voice as he shakes his head, then turns to look at the other two - Saila and the stranger. A bow to the lady, the precise angle and time for an untitled gentlewoman. "Gods grant you good evening, Saila. Well met under odd circumstances." The sound of wings, and he tilts his head to one side
KhaoticBliss: though she could no longer see the woman, it felt like she was still here. (end)
Corwin Shadowkill: to study the raven for a moment, then turns to look at (Colin) - and then whips his head back, fast, eyes narrowing at the bird. <I>Raven's aren't nocturnal...</I> He adjusts his glasses and <I>stares</I> at the bird, calling upon his arcane sight to pierce glamour and see auras.
This Dark One: The raven snapped its gaze to the one looking at it and stared as he did. As if it predicted it. Then, it looked elsewhere. Then back. There was no glamour to see, or aura. It was an empty shell void of a soul. Void of a life. No heart to call its own or even a breath to pass the beak. But it noticed Corwin's attempt; the bird whirled on the crying angel to face him. "KHAW!"
Corwin Shadowkill: Despite himself, he falls back a step. Then he straightens, and his hands come up before him, palms out, fingers spread. His eyes slide to the side, towards Saila and her companion. "There's necromancy afoot. You may want to depart." He refocuses his gaze on the bird, and makes a sharp gesture with both hands while murmuring under his breath.
This Dark One: "Explain this disturbance." A warped, male/female voice ruptured from the bird, the wings flaring for a moment as if to make the harmless creature seem bigger than it actually did. Talons of black gripped into the stone as the thing leant forward, eyes snapping to his companions. "Explain."
emptiedsky: The comment on going after Billie had him rising a shoulder shrugging off the idea. He would check on her later but the activity here and now was worth a probe. ?Interestin'.? Said under breath as she announced she knew the man. ?Oi rip yisser bucket av dirt an' others show up. after de electrocushun. maybe,? he was back to thinking out loud. Fingers rubbed from the growth on his cheek, along the side of his head, into the back of the bun. ?Brin' yisser friend over ask 'imself waaat broot
emptiedsky: 'imself 'ere. oi'm gonna luk raun sum.? Taking the camera back he starte back away from her and the friend of hers. Instead he was traveling to where the woman was standing wanting to make sure he got a clip of the names the woman stood above. Maybe a sample of the vine too. Why was it pooling to the woman? Who was the bird? Eyes came to that raven. Was it like the fox? ( end )
Icer1978: ::Wings shuffled as the wing tickled the sails. It had been some time since last the little dragon slid toward the cemetery. Ears perking.;:
KhaoticBliss: Nodding a little, a glimmer of a smile touches her face. Her investigator wanted to investigate - imagine that. Gaze sliding to Corwin as the wolf prowls away, silver brows inch together at the things he says. Necromancy? Peering up at the bird again, she's just in time to catch it....talking. Well. That was new. In a world where everything was new and unexpected, this was still something of a surprise. Trying to keep in mind what the warlock had once told her, she takes it in stride, pitching
KhaoticBliss: her voice to as natural a tone as she can manage in the circumstances. She talked to wolves and foxes and dragons, after all, why not a bird? Even if it's not a bird. "....Uh. Hi. Which part am I explaining?" (end)
Icer1978: ::A few ice flowers dangled from her jaws. One settled upon the stone for the pirate Jean gone long ago. Another for Mr. Clair Poe.::
Corwin Shadowkill: "<I>Iskanderos.</I>" The air around Corwin goes opaque for a moment, then transparent again - but slightly different from before, as though something about it had altered and he was now being viewed through imperfect glass. A spark of light appears, cupped in his right palm; a brilliant white, mortal eyes that look upon it find it strangely soothing and warming. To the undead, it was the opposite; a manifestation of purest postive energy, antithesis to all that they were. Without hesitation, he begins
Corwin Shadowkill: chanting again, eyes darting to Saila as he works to expand his shields to cover her, as well... (end)
This Dark One: The raven hopped back on the statue at his words then, fled into the air, retreating with haste. The very moment the bird warped... or rather, the space itself about the bird warped and from it came from the monkish, black robed figure of something replacing it. The woman landed atop of a gravestone with a bend of her knees, her hooded figure turned its head, revealing its frowning face with much distaste. "Perhaps I best ask in person?" She looked to Corwin. "Explain this disturbance."
Icer1978: ::Slipping through the fog, horned head soon canted as she studied the figures from afar.::
KhaoticBliss: Whoa. A multiplicity of strong energy sources converging around our little Electragirl had her pulling her hands so far up into the sleeves of the massively oversized hoodie she wore that it almost looked like she didn't have arms. Though likely unnoticed given the other fireworks going on, there's a faint swirl of color only partially visible at the collar of that hoodie that begins to luminesce only very faintly, like a phytoplankton in the ocean. This had her tucking her chin, pulling
KhaoticBliss: swallowing fabric up to her ears. Looking from Corwin to the....hang on, the bird is a woman? Filing that away for future reference, Saila stays precisely where she is.There's no fear on her features, though whether that's because she's genuinely that adaptable or because she knows Coilin is in the immediate vicinity is anybody's guess. To Corwin she says "....is this more of what you were talking about yesterday?" Not that she'd understood any of it, but still. She remembered the words.
KhaoticBliss: Peering back over her shoulder, she squints into the gloom, drawn -again- more by presence than sight to the little blue dragon. Icer's here too? Her quiet cemetery is throwing a party! (end)
Icer1978: ::Indeed she was! Another flower settled on a grave she knew.::
emptiedsky: There was no fault in how Coilin saw the things and the fact the risen were peaceful. They were made to rise and dance together but without the bardomancer to control them they would go to muck or even fault in life at any moment. The frame came closer to the ones nomi had risen as he removed that bag on his back. Tossing it to the side he started to stand there before them waiting for their song to release it's power. When the dance continued he thought it best to deal with the dancing
emptiedsky: lich like skeletons the way he normally dealt with undead ? destroy and kill with fire.Blade in hand the man flung himself forward knocking over the two. Blade, which had been blessed by the loremast aiylin in his own pack, came forward thrusting it to the skin and bones of whatever was left of the corpse. One of the skeleton things came behind him causing coilin's instinct to react more than he would have liked. A howl was released as the wolf's insisted kicked in causing the man's frame
emptiedsky: to break and bend becoming a hulking combination of man and beast.Nomadic blues took on a lust for the hunt he kept sedated. The cloth ripping as bones of summoning creatures attached to him. Blade slashed at the stomach of deadling hacking away the undead's life to put to rest what once was disturbed. ( end )
Corwin Shadowkill: "<I>Aegis eregeth.</I>" The air around Saila takes on the same sheen as the air around Corwin. He closes his hand around his little spark of sunshine, light radiating from between his fingers. To the woman perched on the gravestone he says, "I have no explanations for you, daughter of darkness; only greetings and defiance."
This Dark One: There's a smirk. "Daughter of darkness?" She tilted her head. "To think I came to help."
Icer1978: :;Talons scritching the soil as she walked, nearing the pair. Ice blue gaze turning toward the hooded one on the tomb.::
KhaoticBliss: Kay, well. Saila's approach has always been a direct one. Jarringly ill-paired eyes fixing on the hooded woman, she tries to push a telltale energy surge out of her mind, the sounds and signs of a werewolf's transition that she'd come to know like the back of her hand. Surely whatever he was doing, he had it handled. "Let's try this again," she says to BirdLady. "I'm Saila. Who are you?" (end)
Corwin Shadowkill: His eyes slide sideways at the sounds of violence rising from where (Coilin) had gone. "I can hear your 'help,' necromancer." His voice derisive, he uses his anger to smother the fear clutching at his heart. He tells himself he's not afraid to die, not in a good cause; but the thought of Saila, or now Icer, falling prey to the darkness if he fails... he begins to murmur again, fingers of his left hand twitching ever so slightly as he casts... (end)
=== The Cemetery: 2016-01-03 19:00:00 EST ===
Icer1978: ::A nod to Corwin, and Saila, ears perking the the sounds of a battle from further away, but it was the hooded one who may have received the biggest smile.::
This Dark One: "I am Renna." She stared to Corwin. "I have the power of Necromancy, yes, but I would be wise to pick a fight with me... insect." She looked towards where he glanced. "By the Egorwrath and Ravenlock clans I demand to know what is going on."
Corwin Shadowkill: His eyes widen. "The Betrayer..." He hadn't recognized her; she'd changed, in the seven years he'd been gone.
This Dark One: Her eyes widen. "How do you know that name?"
KhaoticBliss: That told her... precisely nothing, except a name. But it was a start! And it seemed both Corwin and Icer knew her? Hm. Curiouser and curiouser. Suddenly remembering the question Coilin had wanted asked, her gaze shifts to the wizard beside her, and a strange thing happens. There's a ripple of light that moves over her skin, a shiver that arches her back just slightly. "Mm." Suddenly taking on a lot of unanticipated energy, she struggles to fight it, the pendant at her throat growing hot. "Oh
KhaoticBliss: sh--" she sways on her feet, willing herself to remain upright. "So... so you guys are friends afterall, huh?" She whispers, shivering. (end)
emptiedsky: ?Git a fire ready!? The men and women there said they wanted to help right? Well the fact was undead didn't stay down long enough unless they had been broken enough. He could put them down enough for a temporary thing but fire was one of the few things that kept assured they would keep down.Fist was coming along bones of spines and the like pulling them away from the pieces of flesh to maul the creatures. His own talons grew out from hands as the man commanded more power his growl coming
Icer1978: Sister. ::A purr soon sounding.::
emptiedsky: from him as he did. Pain from the election was rapid in arm as he moved only adding to it when one of the boner men came down to grasp the arm removing part of flesh from his own bone.The sound he made told of the pain he experienced but it was needed one to make sure the situation was handled. One of the creations was down and now he tended to the second. Jaw slacked open growing more than a man should be allowed teeth coming to find flesh of the creation's throat to rip it apart. Spew
emptiedsky: of the flesh and other body secretions spread along the ground below them from the deteriorated fats and other tissues broke. ( end )
This Dark One: One glanced to Icer. "Icer. I hope I your have my back?" She nodded, though her eyes returned to Corwin.
Icer1978: Aye, Wings rustling as horned head lifted. nostrils flaring.::
Corwin Shadowkill: He also glances to Icer. "Wait, you're friends with-" And a wave of exhaustion as his shield spell over Saila vanishes, like a burst soap bubble.
Icer1978: Friends? ::Peeking over to Corwin.:: We are kin. Sisters.
KhaoticBliss: Vaguely aware of the sounds of a scuffle in the distance, she's dimly processing the fact that Coilin's energy hasn't wavered any when her own very nearly overloads on her. Sinking to her knees, she holds her head in her hands, woozy. (end)
This Dark One: She stared to Corwin, then to Icer. "You know him?"
Icer1978: Aye, just the other day. :;A sweet, innocent grin to her sister.::
= Sira has entered the room =
= Etain has entered the room =
Corwin Shadowkill: Way too many things to process all at once, he manages to keep his feet through sheer willpower. A fistful of pure mojo helps, too - he draws on the positive energy he had intended to use as a weapon, pulling it back to his core. Okay, so; Reiko had adopted him as a brother, Reiko was Icer's daughter by adoption - right? - which would make Renna his- His eyes widen. "Oh, feth."
Icer1978: ::Reiko was a sister.::
This Dark One: From the sleeves of her robe, wicked finger blades flex. She regarded Icer with a slight nod. "So be it, Sister." She winked and then looked to Corwin, though, with a glare. "What?"
Icer1978: He is kin. ::Purring.::
Corwin Shadowkill: "Nothing! Nothing!" He holds up his hands, not casting but warding nonethless - and then something else catches his attention. "Saila-" He nearly loses his balance as he moves too quickly, but he's next to her in a heartbeat, putting his body - and his, hopefully still effective shield - between the girl and the living weapon of mass destruction.
KhaoticBliss: Her breath ragged in her chest, she sits there for a long moment, not really processing anything that's going on around her. Her gaze trapped firmly in the past, she's overwhelmed by an avalanche of images and memories not her own. Distantly, she becomes aware that the mage is beside her. "S...sorry about that," she gasps, fighting the swarm of information to get find her way back to herself. "...I think... I think Coilin wants a fire?" What a terrible time to have given all her matches to
KhaoticBliss: Taneth. (end)
This Dark One: She looked to Icer. "What the hell is his problem? Is he family?"
This Dark One: "Not kin, kin. But... family?"
emptiedsky: Another one bites the dust. It was when the spill of liquid flesh came forth and the vile taste of it he was pulled from that battle. The heat was waving off of him hard enough that his exposed flesh made steam on contact of the cold night air. The pool of sweat came from him as the man fought on the muscles tightening and breeding onto the surface of skin exposing the framework of his form. They risen were torn down, disrespected by the lack of care of the necromancer, and now their souls
This Dark One: She stared. "You adopted him didn't you?"
emptiedsky: were returning.He knew with their physical fall he had to work hard. No fire had been made despite the others standing about. It was then he questioned the sanity of them but caught site? ?PURPLE?!? Called out to her to make sure she was fine in time to get nipped by teeth on his own neck. Elbow slung back to ripe the body of the creature to shatter breaking his own elbow in the process. Time to deal with them. The man rushed over to his bag first thing muttering under his
emptiedsky: breath. Zippo lighter was pulled from the bag following with a whiskey bottle. Opening it up he got a mouth full of the liquid one eye being on the corposes he needed to light while the other kept on Purple. What the hell did they do to her? ( end )
Icer1978: Nae, But Reiko did, and she is my kin too ::A sweet, innocent grin given to Renna.::
This Dark One: She talked as if Corwin was not here. She pointed to him. "He called me a 'daughter of darkness.' I am offended by that." She leaned in close to Icer. "Can I eat him?"
Corwin Shadowkill: "Fire, I can do." He says to Saila, keeping his eyes on Renna. "Just point at what you need burned." His right hand twitched, ever so slightly.
Icer1978: I don't think he'd taste very good, sister.
KhaoticBliss: Purple will live, soon as she stops being someone else and starts being herself again. Give her a second. Her gaze finally locking on Corwin, she nods her thanks, lifting one hand in the direction of Coilin. "Follow him. I'm fine." And she was definitely getting there! (end)
This Dark One: "But all the distant ones taste best!"
Corwin Shadowkill: He hesitates. "I'm pretty sure if I run, she'll chase. Predators can't help themselves."
KhaoticBliss: Her gaze lifts then to the remaining folks gathered about -- Icer and... Renna, she's said. "So is this like... a family reunion?" Because there's like...zombies. And things." A little cough. (end)
Icer1978: No.. :;A rumble given.::
This Dark One: One raises a finger to Icer. "I do smell Undead."
Corwin Shadowkill: "I'm pretty sure the lycanthrope is being eaten," he says helpfully.
This Dark One: "Oh?" She glanced in the direction. "Is he now? Why?"
Corwin Shadowkill: A pause. "Not because he's tasty. Definitely not."
KhaoticBliss: "That ... would be inconvenient for me," she rasps. Peering at Renna, she pulls restlessly at her clothes as though it's suddenly a thousand degrees. "Somebody go... stop that, please?" Otherwise she'd try to do it, and that would probably be bad. (end)
This Dark One: She stares. "Why is being chased you idiot."
This Dark One: he^
Icer1978: ::Peeking over and wriggling her snout.:: Zombies taste nasty..
Corwin Shadowkill: "Perhaps you should ask him?" And take your attention off of Corwin and Saila, pleasepleaseplease...
KhaoticBliss: "My guess is that he isn't a fan of zombies." Shoving herself to her feet to follow after Coilin, since nobody else has, she's a tad off balance but moving forward anyway! Now, which way did he go. Focusing on his energy source, she heads in that direction, careful not to step on any graves along the way. (end)
This Dark One: Regarding the girl, she stares. Then, with a lick of her lips, she looks to Corwin. "Maybe if the pretty girl gives me a kiss I will consider it."
emptiedsky: ?aw! 'tis gran'! oi got dis! jist savin' de warrld an' shoite over 'ere.? Saractic said but perhaps it was the man himself just thinking about other things at play. However he was already using whiskey and a lighter to finish off the task Nomi had started and settle the dead that had risen. Why the whiskey? Because he was using it to dampen the clothing and other tattered parts of them and following it with a set of fire on the lighter.It would easily start to get the undead under control
This Dark One: Though, with a snap, she appears before Corwin. Teleportation is a bitch. She presses her body against his. "Do say that name again, please?"
emptiedsky: and keep them in the graves they belong too (with a little elbow greasein the mix). ( end )
Corwin Shadowkill: He moves as Saila moves, letting his senses guide his footsteps - keeping himself between her and Renna as they walk - and then, merde. Renna's face to face with him, and his shield is throwing off sparks like somebody ignited a Roman candle between them. He jerks back, and nearly loses his balance and falls. What a terrifying thought!
Icer1978: ::A shake of her horned head, setting the tags jingling, Though soon following the sounds. Zombies.. ick..!::
KhaoticBliss: Will totally kiss people later if it prevents (further) grievous injury to a particular wolf. Tracking Coilin by instinct, she sidesteps Renna when she appears before them, twisting out of the way in a wobbly little dance that totally would have been more graceful if she'd been more coherent. Making her way through the brush to Coilin, she finds he's... mostly handled it already. "What can I do?" Her eyes are a touch glassy. (end)
Corwin Shadowkill: Don't show fear. Don't show fear. Don't - he wishes he had his staff, some solid barrier to place between himself and the Destroyer of Worlds. Way to go, Corwin; mouth off to the necromancer in the graveyard. Nothing's gone quite right since you returned to reality, so why should it start now?
emptiedsky: Silence from him. At this point, with that lot, he made the choice in the matter. Instead of talking to them he started to out right ignore the group that had formed. If they felt the matter was handled then they could just go away. The look on purple's face told something was wrong. Instead of asking her he pointed to her then his own face giving a questioning look. Whiskey bottle was being dumped on remains still ignoring the others as he made sure to undead was officially delt
emptiedsky: with. ( end )
This Dark One: Slowly, she dips down to crouch before his fallen form. She noticed the sparks between them. She frowned and then with a simple wave of her hand, his shield was rendered apart and absorbed into her. "Say it."
This Dark One: metaphysical*
KhaoticBliss: Brows furrowing a little, by way of silent explanation, she shoves one sleeve of the hoodie back, revealing the pulsating glow, the swarm of movement in her tattoos. Mouthing the words "too much", she closes the distance between them. (end)
Corwin Shadowkill: He didn't want to cry out, but the pain of losing two shields - his best work, dammit, impenetrable to iron blow or magic but not against the power of a demigod - so closely together wrung it out of him. "I don't know what you want!" He digs his hands into the turf, unsure of how he found himself on the ground - hadn't he kept his balance? Apparently not - and rummages frantically through his mind for some way out of this. Contingency charm, Hail Mary play, something.
This Dark One: She smiles sweetly, offering a hand. "Say it."
This Dark One: She did glance to Saila, though.
KhaoticBliss: And then a frown mars her face as another one of the energy fields she's bouncing between dips dramatically. Peering back over her shoulder, she spies Corwin on the ground and....BirdLady on top of him. "Sh*t, he was tryin' to protect me from her and now she's got him." Peering up at Coilin, she pulls her sleeve back down, her eyes themselves seeming to emanate light. "I gotta do somethin' about that.." What, she had no idea, but there she goes anyway. (end)
Icer1978: ::A rumble, nudging her sister with her snout.::
emptiedsky: It was then that the man snapped. Lids closed a moment as he took in a deep breath of flesh returning to ashes. Burning bodies with the accelerant of whiskey was a combination he had used before. Knife, which he had tossed on the ground sometime in the fight, was streaked into earth to clean it off. Looking over to the others he shook his head then plucked it back up. ?Feck people.? Camera, empty bottle, bag, and blade were grabbed tossing items into the aforementioned pack. Sliding it
emptiedsky: onto his shoulder he looked to Purple then over to the little ?fight' of theirs. ?They wud bloody live content in their own battle, let dem lay content in it.? ( end )
Corwin Shadowkill: When you've got nothing left to lose - you lose nothing by sacrificing everything. Corwin looks death in the face - and smiles. "Renna - daughter of darkness, shadowspawn, Betrayer - greetings. And defiance."
This Dark One: She flicks Corwin's nose as she was nudged by Icer. "I wasn't going to do a thing to him." She winked down at Corwin as she removed herself from his vicinity, hands up to Icer. "I promise."
KhaoticBliss: "No, no.. Corwin there, he. He was tryin' to shield me from that one," indicating Renna, "an' I accidentally ... took the shield an' it almost took him down but he's tryin' to protect me anyway an'..." this was probably what Saila would look like if she was drunk, which Saila never was. Her movements sloppy, her speech semi-slurred, she's gradually coming back to herself but it's not an easy feat. "He's a good person, babe." She knew. She'd been inside his head. (end)
Icer1978: ::A rumble, arching an eyeridge, though soon she continued toward Saila and the man.::
This Dark One: One followed behind Icer, arms crossed, looking none too pleased. "Silent treatment, Sister? Really?"
Corwin Shadowkill: Wait. He's still alive? Like a Martian searching for an earth-shattering kaboom, he's waiting for the sky to fall on his head - for the shadows to come to life and tear him to ribbons - for the betrayer to reach down his throat and pull out his still-beating heart so that she would have the pleasure of chewing it to pieces in front of his glazing eyes. His death curse prepared, his last song sung - he remains sprawled for a long, long moment, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Then, slowly, he
Corwin Shadowkill: begins picking himself up from the turf. (end)
Icer1978: Who said I was silent? ::A rumble, peeking over her shoulder. Wings fluttering.::
emptiedsky: The expresson on his face he gave Purple, then the others, and then Purple again spoke more about his state right then than anything else. ( end )
This Dark One: She eyed Corwin. "You look terrible."
This Dark One: She frowned to Icer. "Yes-yes-yes, I'm sorry for being a bit little over dramatic..."
Corwin Shadowkill: "Sheer terror does that to a mage." He's too shaken to be anything other than blunt.
This Dark One: One stared at him for a moment. "Clearly you haven't been in my jaws."
Icer1978: I think ye startled him. ::Purring. Ice blue gaze soon studying the pile.::
Corwin Shadowkill: "I thank all the gods for such small favors."
This Dark One: One shook her head. "I was distracted." She glared to the man she did not know. "This Undead. Do you know the reason?"
KhaoticBliss: Reading the look in those blue eyes pulls her up short, which... was probably for the best given her current state. Staggering once, she catches her balance with a totally graceful (totally!) flapping of her arms. She's both exhausted and kind of jittery, overstimulated to put it mildly. Catching herself, she pushes curtains of purple behind both ears, sparing Corwin a last look -- at least the escalation there seemed to have ended -- and then rotates her position, all but collapsing against
KhaoticBliss: Coilin. (end)
=== The Cemetery: 2016-01-03 20:00:00 EST ===
emptiedsky: Collapsing woman had taken his mind from the other bits of stimulation going in. The energy of his was reading higher than normal thanks to the battle he had fought in before. Click of tongue, stirring of lips, he bite the side of his jaw keeping from saying anything. He wasn't going into details with people who didn't care. Fingers came up to Purple's hair letting them sink into it to stroke. Somehow it did help to calm the man himself even if it took all of his willpower not to just pick
emptiedsky: her up and leave. ( end )
Icer1978: ::A blink as her sister vanished, then a peek back toward Corwin. Nostrils twitching. Ice blue gaze soon returning toward the man and Saila as she moved closer.::
KhaoticBliss: Oops! She hadn't exactly meant to fall against him like that. His energy, though running a whole lot hotter than normal, seems to speed the stabilization process, and her breathing returns gradually to normal. One hand on his chest, she does nothing to decrease that energy though doing so would normally be second nature. Nuzzling into his for a moment, she eventually manages to pull herself upright. "Thanks," she whispers, her gaze on his. "For all of it." (end)
KhaoticBliss: *him
emptiedsky: The fact remained he didn't mind her falling into him. Even if he was hurt physically he knew he would h

Jan 12, 2016 - It's found out Purple, is related to to the creatures.



Khaotic Bliss (9:57:18 PM): "Absolutely." Responding to his text, Saila pretty much can't get out of there fast enough, trying desperately to keep herself calm enough to keep the volatile wolf calm, too. Stupid bird thing. If this screwed up everything she'd worked for and the last week's worth of effort was wasted, she was going to be seriously pissed off.

Stepping into the cold night air, the purple girl squeezes her eyes shut, just breathing for a moment. She's about to text him back to find out where he is, even so far as reaching for her phone, when her head tilts, her gaze straying out across the alley. "Oh," she says. "There you are."

Killing the distance between them, it's a lot like last time-- the way she slips her arms around him immediately, rests her forehead against the hollow of his shoulder. Just being near him makes her feel better, and a moment later she's easing back again, tipping her chin to catch his gaze. "Hi." (end)
emptiedsky (10:14:52 PM): Abso-fucking-lutley. Was in truth how he felt. Now mind you he had a plan before to get her to go whale watching with him but he was unsure how she would feel bout it. Maybe next time? Instead he thought they could just hang out and see what happened. A lazy day? He was hanging outside somewhere stalking nearby. Mug from the inne still in hand as he was waiting for her friends to leave before he returned it. Her voice caught him off guard and he physically jumped.

?Fuck! I almost shat myself.? Purple you choose to date that girl. A hand was brought to her hip as he stepped forward lips finding her own in a soft kiss. ?Done with your friends?? He didn?t like them however that did not mean he would demand her not go around them. There was no way he was going to be that asshole.

?Want to go out to eat or go see a movie or something?? They could always just walk around the marketplace. ( end )
Khaotic Bliss (10:21:57 PM): Snickering softly. "...Add 'able to sneak up on full grown werewolves' to my ever-growing list of useful talents," these words are muffled against his lips as she returned his kiss. Laying her temple against his jaw, she nods, letting out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding. "...For now. It's coming soon, though." And thank the gods for it. This constant exposure was wearing both of them thin. Thing is, though, it was this almost twenty-four/seven exposure to Quinn that had clarified her feelings for Coilin, so at least that had come of it, if nothing else.

"That would be awesome. Food, movie, hell, I don't care if we just take a walk." Finding his hand with her own, she curls her fingers into his. "Did you find your stupid squirrels?" (end)
emptiedsky (10:34:36 PM): They could go for a stupid walk. With her reassurance of a stupid walk her put an arm around her then started down the first street they came across. Mug was deposed of in a bush outside of the inn just to see how long before someone came by to clean it. ?Walk it is.? Leaving the property of the inn they headed towards the markets.

?They weren?t just stupid squirrels. The thing is Purple,? hand wiggled along her hip settling in the right angle to just let the fingertips rest on her belt loop, ?I first notice them in the graveyard. They looked funny. So I tracked them.? Wouldn?t surprise her would it? ?In the battlefield the other day I decided to kill one of them. When I did man?? Tongue punched the side of his cheek as he grinned.

?It transformed into something more. Something else. It could change it?s form. So I got to thinking.? Wiggle of fingers along her side. ?What if it?s related to you. You do weird shit. They do weird shit. I found them there in the graveyard too near where you were. ? ( end )
Khaotic Bliss (10:41:05 PM): Snickering, she shook her head, but fell into walking beside him anyway. Content to be close, she likewise hooked a finger into one of his belt loops, her head propped against his chest more often than not.

"...Why do I feel like you just called me a squirrel?" Queried playfully as she peers up at him through knit brows. "Or are you sayin' I poisoned them?" Her tone was light, but she completely understood why he was so interested in them, and she too wanted to know if there was a connection. "So what happened when you killed it?" (end)
emptiedsky (10:46:49 PM): Actually, it was right then that he stopped. The realization hit him that he did call her a squirrel. Not that he thought she was one but she might have been. ?Purple..? Releasing of her hips, he brought his hands onto either side of her head grasping on her cheeks. Mouth met hers giving a quick yet intense kiss.

?You?re a fucking genius.? Releasing her he turned directions heading towards the magic shop they had gone to more than once. Would she recognize the path they were taking on foot to Godfry?s? ?When I killed them it?s natural form was released. It wasn?t human and it wasn?t a squirrel it was something else.? Retrieved his phone from pocket to show her the photos. ?But what was interesting is they attacked it right after. Like they were waiting for it to die to consume it. That?s not overly natural. Some creatures do it.. but most won?t eat their own.? ( end )
Khaotic Bliss (10:51:41 PM): Oh shit, he really did think she was a squirrel! She's just about to protest when his mouth closes over hers, and for a minute she can't even breathe much less complete a thought.

And then he's pulling away again, and she has to catch up quickly. What were we talking about? Oh, right - squirrels. Moving to catch up with him physically, too, she takes the phone, looking over the photos. "No? Okay... so did the not-squirrels know they were not-squirrels? I"m confused."

...And no, she had no idea where they were going. Purple is spectacularly directionally-challenged, remember? "Where are we going?" (end)
emptiedsky (10:57:07 PM): ?The not squirrels I don?t think know they are not squirrels. Maybe they copied the first thing they saw and tried to blend in?? That was just an idea going into his mind but how the hell would he know? ?But it?s not natural to eat your own is what I?m getting at. Maybe they do it for a reason.. but the thing is purple.? Onto the street, the shop was at.

?What if you?re a not squirrel. That means if I get some of you on the plate they might attack it too. They only did it when it was dead so we have to think of that.? He did motion ahead of them to the shop. ?We?re going to see Godfry because you just maybe a squirrel.? ( end )
Khaotic Bliss (11:02:33 PM): Her steps slowed considerably with the weight of what he was saying. It might have been a random thought - a brilliant one at that - but it had monster implications for her. "Holy shit," a tight whisper, her eyes are wide.

If she wasn't human, albeit one with interesting abilities, then what the hell was she?

Trying to shake it off and follow the rest of his thought, Saila's having a little trouble focusing. "Wait, hang on. Get some of me.... are you going to cut my finger off and hope it grows back or something?" Even approaching the shop, she didn't know what it was -- they'd never gone from the inside to the outside or vice versa before. Peering up at him. "This is Godfry's?" (end)
emptiedsky (11:12:19 PM): ?Holy shit is right! Now you see where I?m at.? Fingers swiped over his head as he peered down to her. It was an interesting suggestion that she was a squirrel. ?See if you are attritive to them maybe it will show you have connected some other things like you out there. Maybe not you they don?t look like you.? Pat her butt to indicate her body. The mention of chopping off part of her had him shaking her head.

?That?s the thing I know there is potions and shit that can grow back body parts. Maybe he has something that can grow one from a blood or something. I dunno. He?s fucking smart. Let him figure it out.? Coilin knew he was limited mentally but could, at least, put together a plan. ?The thing is love. It?s why I work with a team. A man can?t alone get everything done. No one can do everything. But if I can point to what I need and let others do what I can?t I?m set. It?s why teams work they get you the idea and skills.? Even if he wasn?t the smartest he knew how to get it done.

The shop, which looked like a run down the store on the outside did not fit in terms of space or looks from the inside. ?The shops enchanted inside. Something he said with arcane magic and Goblins. Ask him.? Opened the door for her. ( end )
Khaotic Bliss (11:28:00 PM): Saila felt lightheaded. He seriously was contemplating cutting off some part of her and then growing it back! Forcing herself to keep moving, she follows him up the path to the shop, trying desperately to pay attention to what he's saying but only halfway succeeding.

Stepping inside when he holds the door open, Saila's overwhelmed and feeling at least a little numb, but she's still upright and moving. One thing she'd hit on, though, and that's the one she chooses to focus on. Turning to face him, this time she's the one cupping his face in her hands. "Hey," she says, tipping his face down to look at her. "You're incredible, you know that? Far as I'm concerned, there's nothing you can't do." (end)
emptiedsky (11:31:50 PM): The man stopped a moment when she became a little lethargic? He stopped looking to her with concern in his eyes. ?You alright?? Wait why wouldn?t she be fine? He only thought about cutting off part of her to see if it would grow back on it?s own. That was a normal thing to wonder about your spouse. Now that the mun thought about it.. has he ever seen her with a cut or does she heal super face too?

?you?re the incredible one. I?m just the lucky one.? Learned in giving another quick kiss to her. Que a bunch of hooting and hollars from the shrunken head crowd. ( end )
Khaotic Bliss (11:40:52 PM): Saila was attacked by a regular wolf, once. She'd prevented it from catching her throat by sacrificing her arm, and then she'd killed it with her special Saila skills. The arm was in terrible shape until someone healed it for her with magic reaper blood! She was told at the time that the regenerative effects would last for a week, but come to think of it, she hasn't had a single cut since. Maybe she'd absorbed that ability, too?

His kiss restores some of her color, and she gives him a weak smile, shaking her head to clear it. "I'm okay. This is just... a lot to process." Her gaze shifting to the heads, she arches a brow at them, and then tugs Coilin closer for a deeper, longer, kiss. Hey, give them something to hoot about, right? Looks like Saila's recovered! (end)
emptiedsky (11:49:59 PM): That could be interesting if she ever came across a vampire since they had a lot of mixed blood in them. Maybe she did absorb the ability could come up later in the play. Hooting more Coilin kissed her back swatting the air with a middle finger to show them that he didn?t give a shit about what they wanted or did to their reaction.

?Want to call it a night then? We can.. port home and just figure it out later?? Pausing he closed the door so they had privacy for the time. Godfry would not be disappointed by them suddenly leaving he knew that for sure. ( end )

Khaotic Bliss (12:01:22 AM): Tempting. Very tempting, especially when he's kissing her like that. When he pulls away, Saila's eyes are closed, her breath shallow, but eventually she opens them again, heavy velvet lash untangling at length. A little headshake.

"Nah. We're already here. Let's see what he has to say." Wasn't like she was going to be able to concentrate on anything else right now, anyway! (end)
emptiedsky (12:08:11 AM): Wasn?t that why he was the Purple People Eater? Perhaps if they were more alone he would prove to them why that was his nickname. However, they were in public if one considered severed talking heads in a magic shop public.

?Maybe he could do something with your blood?? The suggestion was made as he made his way over to the bar counter area. Plucking a bottle from one of the shelves he got out two shot glasses filling each with some whiskey. He knew there was no need to announce himself since Godfry would already know they were there. ( end )
Khaotic Bliss (12:15:31 AM): Haa. Levi had actually been calling Saila the purple people eater since she could basically eat souls, but that might be a better application! And still, super tempting.

He brought up her blood, though, and that jogged a memory for her. Brows knitting together, she nods. "Yeah. My blood definitely does things." The pendant around her throat, for instance, was cured with her own blood. This supposedly made it stronger, but also prevented anyone else from being able to use it.

And the warlock had two vials of her blood to do with as he willed. Hm.

Reaching for one of those whiskey glasses, she's anxious for something to steady her nerves. "Thanks, babe." (end)
emptiedsky (12:20:34 AM): Was he the naughty Purple People Eater the porn knockoff version? Ha! ?Then maybe I?m right about you. If their blood drew them to eat it maybe that will work for you. Or we could lobe off your toe and see what happens.? See not her finger just a toe.

The one shot grabed he took up the other downing it with a quick inhale of the drink. He was looking off to the stairs and just then who made their appearance? The queer in question ? Godfry!

?Welcome, welcome. Always nice to see you Saila.? Eyeing over the other one his voice went straight. ?Coilin.? At least they didn?t insult each other. ( end )
Khaotic Bliss (12:29:08 AM): Swallowing the whisky in a single shot, she holds the glass out for a refill. Hey, girl exists on booze and coffee, right? She hasn't had enough of either for the kind of day she's having...again.

Seems like all of her days went something like this.

Lifting her gaze to Godfry, she nods. "Likewise," comes the reply, though she's not totally sure whether it actually is or not. Still on the fence about that, though... not insulting Coilin was a good start. "Your dungeon thing was fun." Because that's totally why we're here at 12:30 in the morning! (end)
emptiedsky (12:32:00 AM): ?Oi thin she's a squirrel.? Coilin pointed over to Purple when he said it. Yes Coilin that made perfect sense. Narrowing eyes he went on. ?De ones from de park.?

Godfy was looking at the two of them rather much like they were crazy. Mind you as always he was perfectly dressed but the hair was not as well groomed as normal. ?I see.? Serious consideration a moment as he turned to the girl. ?Can you turn into a squirrel?? ( end )
Khaotic Bliss (12:34:51 AM): Snickering at her man, Saila shook her head. "Not that I know of? But there are all kinds of things I don't know whether I can do until I attempt them. I haven't failed at it yet, at least?" A smirk.

Peering at Coilin, she holds her empty glass out again. Refill please!

Attention shifting to Godfry, she attempts a better explanation. "Coilin found these squirrels that aren't really squirrels. He thinks that I'm something like that." (end)
emptiedsky (12:38:31 AM): Coilin gave her the refill. ?Ahh sea! yer might be a squirrel. try ter a go into wan.? He refilled his own shot glass coming to sit down beside her. Now full attention belonged to her as he waited for her to shapeshift.

?Oh!? That explained it a look of gratitude was given to the purple haired one before turning back. ?Have you ever tried to shapeshift? If you haven?t perhaps you should start something smaller. Hide one of your tattoos.? Either that meant she hadn?t worn a coat or he, in fact, did watch the video. ?Or change your hair color.?

?Bigger titties.? Coilin piped in while they were making request. ( end )
Khaotic Bliss (12:44:18 AM): "How do I..." Brows drawing together in the middle, her nose wrinkles. "Erm." It occurred to her that this was a lot like her telling wolf-Quinn to talk. Which reminded her of a thing she needed to check out with Coilin. Thus side-tracked, it took her a second to regroup her thoughts. What was she doing? Oh yeah. Drinking whisky, that's what.

Whiskey drunk, she fixes on what it is that Godfry's just said. "Make one of my..." Her gaze swings to Coilin. "Does he know everything?" Without waiting for an answer, she pushes back her sleeve, focusing on the pale blue lines that were slowly forming next to the green wolf mark. The ones that hadn't resolved into a full mark yet. Wondering if she could reverse them? She just sort of stares at them. That'll do it, right? (end)
emptiedsky (12:50:08 AM): Coilin made a face to Purple. ?Oi towl yer.. yer man wud be watchin' us in de crawl.? Remember how she took off her jacket and had a transparent top on after that? Coilin does maybe he liked it more than he would admit. Godfry wouldn?t mention that?s how he knew but yes he seen a good bit of things she might not have normally showed him.

?I am unsure how your magic works. I can find something on shapeshifting in my library if that might help.? A hand came up to call forth the spidery tea kettle again to make him a cup. ?If you are not of the same species perhaps you are in the same genus.? Offered that up for consideration. ?Or we can do a blood test to determine that.?

Coilin was studying the mark then her boobs. Come on bigger boobs! ?Whaen oi shift it 'elps ter tink aboyt waaat oi'm gettin' into. den oi fale dis urge on de back av me greg.. den goes ter me spine.. den oi fale me muscles twitch.? ( end )
Khaotic Bliss (1:02:24 AM): Nodding a little. "Oh yeah." Realizing what else he's probably seen accordingly, Saila just shakes her head. Hey. Saila's insisted multiple times that she isn't particularly modest. She's not trying to get naked in public, but if she could be sure her tattoos wouldn't randomly kill people, her wardrobe would be considerably different.

Listening to the wolf's description, she files that away with a nod. Actually, that was totally helpful. Lifting her gaze to Godfry, she gives him a nod of thanks. More books! Saila's up to her elbows in books, but she could always use more. "Thanks. This is definitely my month for getting my read on."

Concentrating on her arm, she tries to follow what Coilin was saying, visualizing the tattoo gone, willing it to disappear. (end)
emptiedsky (1:08:06 AM): Godfry would have watched them have sex if it happened in the cave. Just saying he was like that. Additional information given by Coilin had him giving a nod to the man. Spider kettle came forward shoving one of it?s cups onto the counter. Next the limbs pushed up to spill the contents of it?s belly into the cup.

?Fale anythin'?? Come on say you feel your boobs grow! Coilin and Godfry both just stared at her arm. However Coilin?s gaze did drift upward sometimes.

?Perhaps you should relax and try it in a state where you are relaxed. I can get a blood sample or spit sample from you later. It is a bit late for more.? Picked up his tea sipping it.

?Ah! if she's a squirrel wud they ayte 'er too? maybe we cud use 'er as bait? wait! does dat mean.. if she dies or is really 'urt.. somethin' else 'ill cum ter ayte 'er..? Sometimes coilin didn?t think before he spoke. ( end )
Khaotic Bliss (1:10:48 AM): Both men were talking, but Saila wasn't listening to either of them. She was staring at her arm. Good thing, too, since her lover was busy talking about squirrels or other things eating her. Solid future talk there, Coilin!

And then, she looks up, and it's clear she hasn't heard a word either of them said. "It worked." (end)