rissen: the vampire sypathy story board

Xornon sniffed the air. The scent of vampires was weak, but present. That must mean they were in spirit form. What did this mean? Was it possible that some vampires had stayed dormant since the war? Xornon had followed the two people on the two people on the motorcycle for as long as possible, but had lost them after a minute or so. All he could do now was wander aimlessly around until the scent of his kind directed him to the right place.

((not sure how you want X to be woven into the story. You want me to have him find the cave, or someone find him?))

Well if possible I can work you into my next post Xornon ( only if u want me 2)

Yuri walked through an intersection, turning a blind eye to the enchantments of the new world, the bright lights, the speeding cars. They mystified and scared her all at once. Another hour had passed but she still hadn’t managed to reach the ancient cave. It wasn’t that she had lost herself, but rather she was…hunting.

It should be close… Flexing her fingers, her platforms echoed out noisily down a dark alleyway, rusty blue fire escapes spiraling towards the sky against damp bricks and moisture ridden metal poles. The dark setting a comfort, she prepared to make a left, pausing mid-step at hearing a breath other than her own from a corner.

A stranger turned in her direction, Yuri nowhere in sight. He frowned where he stood, he apparently on his own private search. He took a step forward. Yuri mimicked his action from above, eyes narrowed as she stretched another hand across the fire escape, she crawling upside down from the metal holes in the platform.

The man stopped suddenly, tensed up. Had he heard her? Had the heels –which she was starting to grow fond of- given her away? A weak scent of blood lingered from the man. She waited, preparing to jump him from behind, the stealth game over before it began. Yuri began on an ominous hiss, a rat leaping out from a trashcan disrupting her low warning, neither of the two formerly humans batting an eye as the filthy creature dashed pass.

The stranger suddenly kneeled down, hand checking something along the ground, jet black hair swaying gently in the wind, revealing a pale neckline, her dessert. Dislodging her heels from the rusty metal, her leather clad legs suspended down neatly, fingers still entwined in the circular grooves. As he stood up, she dropped to the floor, licking her lips before lunging.

To her astonishment, he whipped around abnormally fast, small knife in hand. She dodged the first lunge, blade gliding past her neck. On the second move, she caught his wrist, smirking as she pushed him to the wall. Catching his other hand inches from her neck, a little too close for comfort, she became slightly on edge, speaking smoothly nonetheless. “You smell nice…”

Closing her eyes, she took in his aroma, sadly realizing that while the scent of blood was surrounding him, it wasn’t his. And also (and she groaned frustrated at this realization) he wasn’t human as she had originally deduced. He wasn’t a spirit…but he was a vampire. What could it mean? Perhaps he had been living in a different province during the time of the great war? Or perhaps he fled during that fateful event?

Yuri glared into a pair of fiery orange, gloved hand losing her grip on his wrist. Extending her free hand upwards, a breeze came, providing some chill for what was turning out to be a humid evening. “Tell me…” Her own eyes glowed deep yellow. “Did you happen to disband from a war several hundred odd years ago?”

Her fangs were bared, glistening dangerously beneath the moonlight, one fingernail starting to elongate in the air. Though, before she could put it to use, a cloth snagged onto her nail. “Ah…” Temper calming, she brought her hand down, black and white bandanna back in hand. She had been searching for it for the past hour and had a feeling it would pass through.

Wrapping the head tie back onto her head, veiling the strands of grey and showing only her raven ponytail, Yuri arched a brow, taking a step back. “It seems fate has given you another day. Good eve.” She gave a slight bow, lunging upwards quickly after.

Peering down from a rooftop, Yuri saw the same fiery eyes from earlier staring to her. Smirking, she began to work her way back to the cave. She wasn’t sure if he’d follow but she was certain of one thing. If he had been one of the cowards who fled during that day, she would be having problems with it. Sure, the others might not give a good damn, but she had her own reasons for holding grudges.

Dawn starting to approach, she neared the entrance of the cave, head in a daze from all she had seen. Entering the grotto, hearing voices coming from within, she started to talk. “Apologies for being tardy but I had been busy with a few tasks. Hope my presence was not missed too much…”

She trailed off, wide eyed, seeing a teenager, definitely younger than her, placing down a pair of claws, Khimaria’s claws. Next to her was a guy looking around her –Simone’s- age, a huge sword in hand. Knowing she had been staring, she blushed. “Again, apologies. I was not expecting that you had taken on such a…young form, Khimaria. And if it isn’t the human sympathizer? Xzaar…” She smirked derisively in his direction, crossing her arms with her back to the wall. “So I take it now we wait for Loth?”

Closing her eyes, she frowned. Or strange vampires from gods know where…

((Hope you didn’t mind me using your character, Xornon or that I didn’t mess up anything you might’ve planned, animeboy…))

((no, that was great. I just needed a way to get to the cave. And feel free to use my char. If there's anyone that i trust with my char its you and acrypt))

Xornon followed the woman quickly and quietly. He knew he probably shouldn't, seeing as the woman was obviously spirit, and he would be in deep sh!t with any spirit for running from the war so long ago, but he had to find his kind. He was sick of hiding, and if they were going to plan another up rising, then he wanted to be there. He had to regain his honor. He was young and niave in the time of war, but now he was ready.
He followed the woman to an opening in the ground ((i missed where the cave is so yeah, just gonna wing it)). The cave was saturated with the spell of vampire. He was going to crawl in, but then realized if he didn't he would probably lose his life. Who knew how many vampires were down there. And they would probably be on edge, and would ask questions after Xornon was dead. "Hello, is anyone down there?"

No midnite you didnt actually you saved me from planning.

your story is way to long simplify it please!

ooc:is it so hard to read the whole thing, also make ooc posts on the ooc board if there is no text to go with them

ic: "yes" replied khimaria "weird is about the only way i can think of describing it too. My host is too young, so i will see if i can find a ritual of ageing, maybe to take me to twenty years old or so." Instantly her body shook, Laura didn't like that idea and was trying to combat it, this was the price she had payed for possessing one with such a strong mind: the ability to fight back. For five long minutes Kimaria was dead to the world, locked in a mental struggle in the battleground that was Laura's cluttered mind, it was as if laura was throwing thoughts in Khimaria's direction trying to confuse her, and it was working well, Khimaria felt small, and there was a large man on top of her munching her, suddenly that thought left, only to replaced with another of Laura halfway up a cliff with no foothold. But like the other this thought faded, and the part of Laura's mind that Laura still controlled fell asleep.
Khimaria felt exorsted too, but she had to do the ritual before Laura surfaced and threw another riot against Khimaria. She quickly grabbed The Apocalypse Book Of Beginnings, and started looking for the right ritual.

age five years:
take the hair of the subject you want to age, then take some ground garlic (at this point khimaria looked at her ingredient and decided that her garlic was defiantly well ground to a light dust.) sit on the centre of a pentagram with the hair on your lap.(Khimaria eyed the pentagram on the floor, convenient she thought.) And start massaging the garlic into the hair, you may need some water to help.

Khimaria was happy, she had all the ingredients she needed right here in this cave, the only thing that worried her was the garlic, but she dispelled that thought, after all magic was all about improvising. Then she suddenly thought: what if Laura wakes up, but this didn't relay worry her, she should be able to contain the girl she thought.
She took the top off her garlic and added a few drops of water from a puddle outside, shivering in the cold night for she had not felt it for a long time, and Laura's still slightly human body wasn't used to the cold so she quickly went back inside, she sat down in the centre of the pentagram and put the garlic next to herself. she plucked one hair of the top of her head, barley feeling it, and started to rub in the garlic, after a few minutes she fell asleep.

“Hello, is anyone down there?”

Lifting an eyelid, Yuri’s hazel gaze turned to the door far down the dark cavern, a voice reaching her ears. Leaning up from the wall casually, Yuri snatched Xzaar’s sword from his hand. He gave her a look of protest. “And just what exactly are you-”

“May I borrow this briefly?” interrupted Yuri, taking two huge swings to test out the weight. “My blades are currently being sharpened for the next seven sunrises so I would at least like to have some form of offense against whoever may be outside.” Too impatient to wait for an answer or even his approval, Yuri made her way through the darkness and out the door.

Standing outside curiously, a smile was tempted to cross her lips. It was fire eyes, the vampire she had seen in the alleyway. Staying the tip of the sword into the dampened soil, Yuri threw her jacket back into the entrance, it falling heavily to the ground. Her top short sleeved and off the shoulder, for a moment, she blushed severely, unable to hide her distaste.

Shrugging it off, anticipating a fight, she pulled her sword from the ground, speaking clearly to the foreign vampire. “Draw your weapon,” She cocked her head in the direction of an item hidden beneath his jacket, serious as the grave. “Do not think I did not notice. Even now in this time and age you are armed…with a sword no less. Now draw it.”

He almost smiled. Opening his jacket, he withdrew a large sword, holding it with a perfected posture. At this, Yuri arched a brow, steadily holding Xzaar’s weapon in hand. “The challenge is simple enough. Defeat me and you will pass. Shall we?” Obliquely tilting her head, she dashed inhumanly fast to the vampire, making the first move, a wide swing.

Holding up his sword, he blocked, metal clashing against metal beneath the slowly lightening lavender sky. Sliding her blade from his, she stepped back, countering a low swipe with a lunge to his chest, he parrying that expertly. Impressed by his skill, Yuri simply arched a brow, beginning on a series of slashes, a test on endurance to see who would go down first.

Avoiding a wild swing from her side, Yuri jumped back several feet, instantly having to tilt her head out of the range of a thrown dagger. “That was…” She trailed off, a thin line of crimson falling down her cheek. Smelling the blood, she gave a dangerous toothy smile. “A treacherous move. And to think I was going to say, ‘a nice…attempt’.” She finished, pronouncing each word carefully.

The hilt of the weapon slipped from her right hand to her left, Yuri taking up a different stance. She charged towards Xornon, sword being prepared to swing but seconds away from impact, she lowered her guard, performing a swift punch to his cheek, he taken aback from the blow.

Shaking his head, he easily recovered, surprised. A thin gash appeared on his cheek, Yuri having done more than just strike him. Sticking out her forefinger, a droplet of blood fell from a sharpened nail to the grass. “An eye…”

“…For an eye,” finished he, understanding just why she had struck him.

“So says Hammurabi,” she concurred. “However, Yuri says…an eye…” She revealed her middle finger, fleetingly showing a drop of crimson before popping the finger into her mouth, closing her eyes as the taste of blood rolled across her tongue, a second scratch revealed on her opponent’s face. “For two eyes. Retribution comes doubly from me. If you take one eye from me, I want both of yours. That is how it should have been.”

He didn’t seem worried over her marks and he had no need to be either. It would heal up in less than one night of rest if not sooner. Instead, he watched rather amused as she dropped the sword into the dew painted grass. He sheathed his, Yuri’s eyes taking on a bright hazel.

Examining him only for a second, Yuri dashed up to the foreign vampire, grasping his throat with fangs bared, nails digging into his neck. In spite of this, she had not impaled his neck, he holding a short blade up to her throat, one swipe all he’d need to slit her throat. Of course, her blow wouldn’t kill him and she might be able to live through his despite her human body. Though, that didn’t mean it still wouldn’t hurt like hell…

“A draw…” commented Yuri, palm still pressed into his neck. She didn’t like being on par with another, not when she knew she could do better.

A cough came behind the two competitors. They turned their attention to Xzaar, he picking up his weapon from the ground. “Was all this really necessary?”

“No,” answered Yuri in all honesty. “But I do so like warm-ups. And things just might have gotten interesting if you had not come,” She faced him fully. “And just why exactly have you come?” She asked flatly.

“Dawn is approaching and I think your time would best be spent within the cave.”

Yuri locked her eyes back on Xornon. “I will be there shortly.”

“Shortly is not soon enough.”

She let out a loud breath. “I just have to do some things.”

“Do them later.”

“Why when they can be taken care of now?”

“What is so important to risk your life and that fellow’s over?”

“I have merely a question to ask…”

“Then why haven’t you asked it yet?”

“Because…” Yuri closed her eyes, hand shaking angrily. “You continuously interrupt me with your bloody questions!” she exclaimed, fuming in his direction.

Nonchalant over her outburst, just another side to Yuri, he tested his sword. Satisfied, he sheathed it, heading back to the cave. “Right, do as you wish but be back soon.”

She waited till he had left the vicinity before loosening her hold over Xornon. He lowered the blade from her neck, watching her cautiously. She waved off his look. “Please, I have nothing planned,” Retrieving her jacket, she wrapped it over her figure, glaring sideways. A hazel eye glowed luminously under waning moonlight. “As I said, merely a question…or two. What is your title? And…were you or were you not involved in a war several hundred odd years ago?”

Yuri flicked out four nails, fangs glittering beneath the moonlight. “Remember, in my case, retribution comes in pairs…”

Xornon had expected the second question from someone, and had been dredding it. The one thing most vampires hated most was a coward. "I'm Xornon, and as for my wareabouts during the war...." he paused, knowing that his respect level with the vampire was about to drop by 100%. "I ran. I was a boy, a coward, and I ran." The other vampires face didn't change at first. She was probably thinking of the quickest way to kill him. He had liked this vampire too. She had been the only one to come out and challenge him, and the only swordsperson in the world that had equalled him in a fight. The last thing Xornon needed was enemies amoung friends. But if he was going to die, he wanted it to be by vampire hands.

((sorry its short, have to go to the wonderful world of school))

On his way back to the cave Xzaar thought about Yuri and how she hadnt changed one bit. Then thoughts from both of thier pasts began to flood his mind. Thoughts he tried so hard to forget. " Even after centeries I still feel this way" Xzaar said questioning his feelings. "But she is a murderer who kills for sport and for fun and I dont." Suddenly Xzaar stopped when he looked down and saw Khimaria on the floor. In the middle of the pentagram with The Apocalypse Book Of Beginnings by her side but Khimaria herself was sound asleep. Not really knowing what to do Xzaar picked her up and carried her back to her tomb.

who can i be

(OOC: Hmm…interesting…quite

Oh, and Zernad, you could always be Airy, she would come in handy! However, if you don’t wish to be a she, you could always request a sex change)

“I ran. I was a boy, a coward, and I ran.”

The last words stayed in Yuri’s head, a tinge of disappointment striking her but no surprise. Any vampire found nowadays would have to be a runaway, they wouldn’t be much else. She displayed no emotion, cold eyes observing the being before her. Disgusted, she couldn’t even call the fighter before her a man, nonetheless vampire.

Arching a neat raven brow, Yuri stepped up to the stranger, searching for the right words. “Even in my time…before all these advancements of the new century and such, they had a saying. Honesty is the best choice…” She narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. “It was something like that,” Yuri plainly stared to Xornon, hands by her sides. “And while I will admit telling me the truth was the best, if not, boldest choice…”

Her hands whipped up lightning fast, holding steadfast to Xornon’s face. She pushed him up against an earthen tree, far older than she. Eyes showing only malevolence, she said. “It was also the foolish choice for now I will have to kill you,” She grinded her teeth, she was furious, but she loved it. Just another emotion proving she was finally alive. Her eyes gained an odd sheen. “However, as the assassin of the five, all my deaths are swift and efficient…that is too good a death for one such as yourself. You shall be the first to be punished…for all those who died for the cause, but how is the question…?”

Yuri released his face, silent as she watched him wait for judgment. He seemed to know he deserved anything she’d do to him and it almost made her hesitate in dealing his punishment. Almost. She flexed out her nails, each ready for a kill, a mauling perhaps? Sunlight? A little of both?

Countless gruesome methods streamed through her mind, the best starting to surface when she felt something unusual pierce the surrounding area. Concentration back to reality, her eyes wandered to the cave. Magic had been used…not too powerful but strong enough to catch her attention. “Strange…”

Xornon made a face, coming up with a question but considering circumstances thought better of it. Yuri gave him a bitter glare before grabbing the front of his shirt, no explanation given. She wouldn’t risk him running off as she ventured back into the cavern. While she enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, there was no logical way she’d be able to pull off a successful chase with dawn soon approaching.

Three hours time, Yuri silently calculated.

Throwing him roughly to the wall within the grotto, Yuri gave him an order. “Stay.” It was another test, to see if he’d take the time to run away as she was distracted. Of course, she would have killed him before he reached the door…but only she knew that.

Strolling deep within the cave, brushing aside the occasional webs and hanging strands of greenery, Yuri bumped into Xzaar, he brooding thoughtfully. A smile nearly came at his familiarity. Even over several decades and now with a different body, he still hadn’t managed to change. None of them had. “Xzaar?” She squeezed his shoulder. He turned to her oddly, both of her brows rising. “Hope I did not pull you from a good reverie but just where exactly has Khimaria gone?”

“I carried her down to the tombs…” He replied, shaking away the daze from his eyes.

Nodding, Yuri made her way down to the tombs, blinking at her discovery. Apparently Khimaria had known she was too young as well. She now looked to be a little older than Simone, still a little on the lanky side, fair hair down to her shoulders, clothing a few sizes too small for her. Squatting by her figure, Yuri frowned. “Could you not at least have gotten clothing tailored for yourself BEFORE the transformation? We are trying to be inconspicuous after all and even I can see her attire is eccentric for the century.”

Flinging off her jacket, Yuri draped it over Khimaria’s sleeping form in scrutiny. “We are approximately the same size…though I may be a tad bit bigger. Perhaps I could get you clothing from this femme’s domicile?” She sat down, frustrated. “But just where does she live…?” Yuri closed her eyes, going into a short trance…

--Into the mind of Simone—

Yuri cringed at the surroundings, they had changed she had last been pulled in. The air was a thick purplish black miasma of fog, emotions ripping through the atmosphere, lightning streaks covering the sky. Ignoring the foreboding setting, Yuri stopped a yard off from a black satin sheet covered bed, a huge comforter thrown over a ball buried in sheets. “Simone.” She remembered seeing the name across the credit card, the strange form of currency.

From the out of shape ball, a low mumbling came, accompanied with a quick movement. Yuri tried again, stepping closer. “Simone…” The mumbling came louder from the ball, she turning around. Growing impatient, she marched up to the bed, pulling the sheets from off the youth’s head. “Simone!!”

Simone glared to her infuriated. “Hey, F*CK off, body snatcher!!” Grabbing the sheets back, she covered her head, grumbling miserably with her back turned. “The hell?! You make me go to sleep then force me up?! Can’t I get a-”

The last words didn’t even get a chance to leave her mouth. Yuri had taken the time to kick the side of the bed with enough force to send the fancy bed set spiraling across the room. Watching Simone get up disorientated, Yuri struggled with controlling her temper. “I told you to watch what you say, girl! You are at my beck and call. I need to know where you live but before all that…” Disappearing in the rolling fog, she reappeared in front of the bewildered teen, clutching at her throat. “Respect your elders…apologize.”

“Apolo-” Simone started to sputter in disbelief, feigning seriousness at starting to lose her breath. “Okay, sorry, sorry, you can stop that now!” Coughing as Yuri dropped her to the ground, she took a breath before crossing her legs. “Where do I live? Sweetie, have you even taken the train before?” Seeing no recognition flash in Yuri’s eyes, Simone leaned on her side, drumming her fingers along a lavender carpet, room back to normal.

“1462 on Whitlock, it’s a sort of townhouse…glossy white finish, black roof, one of the biggest homes, can’t miss it,” Closing her eyes, she leaned back. “Don’t worry too much about the parents…its what, 3 in the morning? Dad’ll be sleeping…thank you god. Mom, she has a…sleepy enthusiasm. She’ll be up and the conversation will go, ‘Simone, where were you?’. Me, ‘I was out,’. Now, momma pauses before, ‘Okay honey, dinner’s in the fridge, don’t wake your father’.” At this point, Simone sighed. “God, it’s just great to have one parent who doesn’t give a damn and another that b*tches over every god damn thing…”

“Must be lovely.” commented Yuri dryly at her sarcasm, wondering just what…no, who exactly she had gotten herself into. With a snap of her fingers, she plunged Simone back to sleep.

--Out of the mind of Simone—

Wiping sleep from her eyes, Yuri got up from the ground, brushing soil from her pants as she strutted to the entrance of the cave. Xornon had stayed, eyes on the adjacent wall. Forgetting him for the moment, Yuri said to Xzaar. “I know that dawn is drawing near but I believe I should at least find clothing for Khimaria to wear next eve. And I think I know just how to go about doing so…”

Devious sparkle to her eyes, Yuri walked over to Xornon. “While I would love nothing more but to kill you and be done with the matter, by the time we would have returned from this venture, I could only mutilate you for less than an hour. Congratulations, you have an extra day to live as considering I do not know my way around the area, I require you to take me this femme’s dwelling and bring me back before sunrise,” Her eyes narrowed maliciously as she drawled out her last word. “Understood?”

Xornon had been thinking deeply about what kind of death the assassin could be thinking up. It was no doubt going to be painful and slow, but what would she do? Maybe expose him slowly to sunlight. Maybe stab him with little silver needles. Who knew. Maybe he could prove himself in some way. But that thought soon left him after he reminded himself of what he had done. He had run from the battle that had changed vampires history. The only way to redeem that would to be fight in a battle as equal in significance.
His only hope was either a little bit of mercy, or getting on the female assassins good side, which was more then likely the last thing that would happen. Xornon resulted in not thinking about it any more, and started praying to the gods for strength to take his death with what little honor he had. Suddenly, the assassin came back.
“While I would love nothing more but to kill you and be done with the matter, by the time we would have returned from this venture, I could only mutilate you for less than an hour. Congratulations, you have an extra day to live as considering I do not know my way around the area, I require you to take me this femme’s dwelling and bring me back before sunrise, understood?”
Xornon stood and nodded. "yes," he said simply. If he was getting more time to live, he wasn't going to push his luck and talk any more then nessesary. As they exited the cave, he turned to the woman. "Do you have an address or anything ma'am?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," responded Yuri, eyes out to the greenery around her. "1462 on Whitlock...she, my other consciousness," clarifed Yuri. "She also mentioned something about a train...I do not know what that is but perhaps that will lead us there?"

Yuri shrugged the matter off, walking ahead of the disgraced vampire. "You should be so lucky I have a reason to spare your life...especially considering how much I love to make the kill. Perhaps if you give me a reason to spare you I will not be so ruthless...?"

She gave a cackle, a strange thing with Yuri as she never smiled much. "I guess only time will tell..."

((SHort, I know, but I gots to go to school. Lovely.))

While they were gone Xzaar sat there thinking deeply. He must have dozed off because he soon found himself standing face to face with Ken. But Ken was different he didnt try to put up a struggle or a fight he just went with the flow. "I am very impressed with your knowledge of medievel times and the supernatural." Xzaar said taking a step towards Ken." I have many books on it and I must say that your mind is pretty interesting itself"Ken said sitting in a chair reading a book. "Why havent you tried to put up a resistance against me?' Xzaar questioned " There is no need for me to. I've read your thoughts just like you've read mine and you arent a threat to me at all. You are a vampire correct" " Yes I am" Xzaar said looking on. " Its funny cause you have feelings and emotions like that of a human. The affection that you feel for this certain individual is weird I just dont understand it" Ken said with a questioning look on his face." Unlike the others I have no intention of keeping your body forever I just have to finish some unfinished business." Xzaar said but before long he was awoken by a sudden movement but with Yuri and Xornon gone and Khimaria asleep who could it be?

( Hope this add wasnt stupid cause i added it off the top of my head)

What ever happened to that guy who was supposed to be Loth?

Xornon stared at the back of the female's head. Was she toying with him? There was no reason that he shouldn't be killed. He deserved death, and he knew that. Maybe she was testing him, seeing if he was still the coward that he had once been. "There is no reason that I should be kept alive ma'am. In all respects, I should have taken my own life. The only reason I didn't was the thought that there might be a vampire resurrection, and if there was, I wanted to be there, to either be delt the punishment I deserve, or get a chance to redeem the honor I lost." He had talked more then he wanted. The last thing he wanted to sound like was someone begging for there life.
The truth was Xornon wanted very much to live. He had lived to long with the vile humans, and wanted know more but to show them that vampires were both the strong and smarter species.
"The street you want to find is a long walk from here. A train is a machine that carries people to there destination much faster then they can run. Sort of like a big cariot or carriage. The station is two blocks to the left."

Yuri scowled despite herself. Stopping in her step, she grabbed Xornon by the shoulder, digging her nails roughly into his jacket. "I know I may be a spirit but I am not so old that you should call me 'ma'am'. I will allow you to call me by my name...Yuri. I want you to get use to the fact that that will be the name of your executioner."

Sighing, she made the left, releasing her firm hold from Xornon. It was no fun dealing with the ones who accepted their punishment. While she'd give him that much for not running away, it ruined the fun of watching them scream in torment...beg for their lives. A toothy smile crossed her lips. Times have changed but I have not.

Smiling to Xornon, she danced her fingers under the fading yellow streetlight. "I do not know how you will go about 'redeeming your honor' but if you desire so much to receive some form of punishment, please, open your..." Her brows furrowed at his jacket. "Foreign cloak...thing."

"Jacket," stated Xornon, complying as he revealed a plain black shirt.

Yuri licked each nail, anticipating the blood that would stain them. "Lovely," An arms length away, she dragged sharp nails across his chest, a little worse than the earlier scratch she had given in their play match. Blood gently rolled down from four obvious wounds, a week or so of healing.

Slowly tasting the blood off her fingers, she strutted towards the station. "Obviously, you will have to cover up those wounds of yours though on retrospect I should have clawed that pretty little face of yours, do you not agree?"

Yuri didn't wait for a response. Her hand instead fell limply from her lips, a combination of awe and apprehension. Now at the train station, her eyes widened at a huge rolling metal contraption pulling into the station. "I'll be damned...oh wait," She rolled her eyes, nearly laughing at her comment.

Turning back to Xornon, she looked him up and down in scrutiny. "Is that," she pointed to the platinum vehicle, the train. "Is this what we will be taking? That?!" Yuri was still in a shock over how something like that could exist, let alone run. Gaining a cool composure, she pocketed her hands. "Let us go then..."

Xornon would have laughed at Yuri's surprise, but the pain from the cuts on his chest, and her obvious temper held his tongue. So it seemed his death would be one of mutalation. That was something he could cope with, by all means he deserved it.
The two walked bought tickets, and walked into the train. Xornon directed her to a seat, careful to pull his jacket over the bleeding cuts on his chest. When they were seated, Xornon took a chance to apologize. "And about the ma'am. I didn't mean it to make you sound old, just giving respect to my...executionor." He said the last word quietly, as to not raise any attention. Even though the train was loud, and the chance of being heard was slim, he didn't want to take chances.
As the train moved along the track, X watched Yuri's expressions. She seemed completly mistified by the machine, almost like she was in a dream. Everytime the train would jerk a little on the track, her eyes would dart back and forth, looking to make sure everything was in order, unnoticable to others, but Xornon was watching closely. The humans calmness made her at ease and after a few more minutes of wonder, she sat against her chair.
"Its obviously of human design," she said, trying to hide the wonder she had displayed. No doubt she had seen him watching her. "It shakes far to much, and the noise is unbareable." Xornon just nodded his agreement. He had actually thought the same thing on his first train ride.
When the train came to their stop, Xornon nudged Yuri. "This is our stop."
She stood and followed the people in front of her out of the train. She looked completly natural for a vampire who was completly out of her element, and time frame for that matter. When they left the station, X looked around. "Whitlock is that way," he said pointing to the right. Yuri just nodded and started to walk. Xornon walked a few steps behind. The burning in his chest had subsided, but the blood had not. He unbuttoned his shirt and looked at the cuts. They were deep. It would probably take about 5 days to heal. He rebuttoned his shirt and buttoned his jacket to hide the blood. He wouldn't try to stop the blood, it would only show weakness.

((Sorry for the control of ur character there midnite))

((OOC: My mistake seriph, all this time I thoughts it was summer but didn’t notice you said it was winter 😮 Nah, that wasn’t stupid animeboy and Xornon, I don’t minds at all if ya control my character a bit, I trust you wont do anything brash with her…))

Strolling down the light grey cement of the sidewalk, Yuri scanned each dwelling carefully, slowly recovering from her loud train ride into the suburban area. She preferred the bike she had taken earlier with Loth over anything else and was starting to regret her jumping overboard in a manner of speaking.

Up to the only white and black house on the long winding block, Yuri walked up the flower adorned path, yellowing grass holding the smallest trace of dew. On the glass and wood door was a brass knocker, to the frame a crème colored ringer. Searching her clothing for some sort of key, Yuri searched through a back pocket, taking out a set of keys.

Placing each one up to the keyhole, finding a perfect fit, she unlocked the door, revealing a cozy little living room. In the middle of the light wooden floor was a dark brown leather sofa, brown coffee table with a glass center. Beneath that was a rectangular black rug. In the reflection of the table was a strange thin object, a flat screen TV. To the left of the wall was a set of stairs, multiple pictures adorning the walls.

Coming out of the kitchen directly across from the door was a lady. She was tan and weary, bone straight raven hair kept in check by a banana yellow headband. Wearing a tweed beige suit, briefcase in hand, she paused at seeing Yuri in the doorway. “Hey honey, didn’t hear you come in. Where were you?”

Ushering Xornon in after her, Yuri quickly shut the door. Inside the domicile, the neat antique-esque floor lamps providing a burst of lights, she thought of the response she was supposed to give. “…I was out,” she murmured.

The lady lit a finger sized white stick, pungent grey smoke filling the vanilla scented atmosphere as she inhaled. “Okay, well there’s some curry chicken in the fridge, some Roti too…” She, the mother trailed off, seeing Xornon for the first time. “And who the hell is he?” she asked dully, not seeming to care if Yuri answered either ways.

Yuri walked carefully to the stairs, testing out a step. “He is my escort for the evening. You need not know his name as I doubt he will be here for long.”

“Simone, that’s not too nice,” reprimanded the mother, a warm smile thrown in Xornon’s direction. She went up to Yuri, placing a hand on her arm. In a low whisper, she said. “Glad you finally got a guy and all, but I hope you’re not gonna just screw him and kick him out the house. Least make him breakfast.”

Blinking, Yuri’s hand fell limp in surprise at her statement. “Beg pardon?” She had no idea what she meant by the ‘screw him’ part but she knew she held no intention of making him anything.

Her mother rolled her eyes at what she thought was Simone playing innocent. “Isn’t that what you say nowadays?” She sighed. “Listen, don’t know where you picked him up, just don’t sleep with him-”

“Wait!!” Blushing violently, Yuri lifted her hand over the mouth of Simone’s mother, briefly glancing in Xornon’s direction. She had gotten the gist of the second comment, also now knowing what she meant by the first.

Grabbing the woman with -if it were possible- a rough gentleness, she spoke beneath her breath. “With all due respect, you must understand I have no intention of doing anything with the likes of him. I come merely to retrieve a few items. That is all.” Unfolding her hands from the woman’s neat suit, she backed up from the woman.

The mother showed a mixture of apathy and disappointment. Shrugging, she gained back her casual air. “Okay, Simmy, whatever you say,” In four inch heels, she tip tapped up to Xornon. “If you two do happen to need anything, check the medicine cabinet but try not to disturb your father,” Up to Xornon, she exhaled a stream of smoke, speaking plainly. “Also, don’t be…” She frowned, eyes to her floor, a small drop of crimson having fallen from his jacket. “Think you might be having a problem. Let me just-”

“Do NOT touch him,” ordered Yuri hotly, the mother jumping at her tone. Coughing lightly, Yuri crossed both arms. “He has brought that condition upon himself. Do not interfere with his preordained punishment.” Turning on her heels, with a huff, she marched up the stairs.

The mother took another drag. “….seems I’ve raised the perfect little sado…” She shrugged back to Xornon. “Well honey, feel free to help yourself to the fridge. Liquor cabinet’s off limits.” Leaving him with that, the mother left the house, heading onto work.

Yuri shook her head as the front door slammed. “Simone could get away with murder with a parent like that. ‘Screw him’.” She laughed at the thought, liking the term. Gently pulling open each door, finding a room reminiscent to the one from Simone’s subconscious, she swiftly entered, deciding to make her visit quick.

Pulling open a dresser, she rummaged through a variety of clothing, soon taking out a white shirt and a pair of baby blue denim jeans. “Interesting design…goes well enough,” Finding a backpack, she dumped what was to be Khimaria’s attire inside, now finding something for herself.

Changing into a leather top with long flowing sheer sleeves, she exchanged the leather pants for a pair of fading denim jeans, keeping on the black boots. Admiring herself in the mirror, she purred. “Lovely contrast…” Pulling a thin, but warm jacket off a hanger, she put that on, tossing a few more items into her bag.

Running down the stairs, done getting dressed, she arched a brow to Xornon. “Shall we go?” At the door, she swung it open hastily. “I would like to make it back before another encounter or sunrise…” Now outside, she realized she possibly wouldn’t have to worry about being fried to a crisp.

In a matter of minutes, it had grown overcast, a cold white wetness dropping down onto the center of Yuri’s forehead. It had been centuries since she had last seen it, loving it for its beauty but hating it for its cold. “Snow…”