RP:Another Bout Of Bad Luck

Part of the On Stranger Tides Arc

This is a Necromancer's Guild RP.

Summary: After the ritual the night before, Khitti attempts to recuperate at home and is eventually found by Viera, and the blonde is told about Khitti's most recent bout of bad luck.

The Apartment Above The Bakery, Cenril

Khitti was… in bed. She only moved out of it to go to the bathroom or to eat something, and after she was done, she’d retreat right back into there. The night before, during the ritual to speak to the dead former Mage’s Guild leader, Brenwyn, something had found her. Something that had wanted -only her-. And her magic. It had been entirely pissed when her mana ran out too. That was all well and fine, for the most part. It had been expected that some sort of malevolent spirits were going to show up. But that thing wasn’t a spirit. And she couldn’t shake the chill she’d gotten from it when it went through her. Or the disgusting taste of those potions Quintessa had shoved down her throat to wake her up, as the shadowy being had knocked her out then too. And it seriously didn’t help that her body felt like she’d gotten hit by a frost giant. Wasn’t she supposed to go see Viera on the ship today? Wasn’t that supposed to happen several hours ago? Nope. Sorry. Not happening.

Khitti || She clung to her tikifhlee (in housecat form, of course) like it was some sort of stuffed toy, dug herself a cave beneath the mountain of blankets, and left Dominic to his own devices. Which thankfully he’s a rather tame kid because if he was like his cousin, the entire building would’ve burned down a while ago. He ended up climbing in bed with her too for a little bit when he got bored. “Mommy, what’s wrong?” Well, Dominic, that was a difficult question. Your mother might be vaguely afraid of the dark now and that’s not something she wants to admit right now. “Nothing. Your mother just doesn’t feel well right now.” Dominic let out an ‘oh’ and there was silence for a full minute before… “Do you have the plague?” Khitti just stared at the darkness on the inside of her blanket cave with a vague sort of smirk that only she knew about. “No, I don’t have the plague, sprout.” Her son thought this over for a bit, said ‘oh’ again, hugged his mother, and then wandered off to have a serious discussion with his stuffed chicken about these recent developments.

Viera was helplessly in love, and she hated every minute of it. She'd tried being away from Khitti, but distance did indeed make the heart grow fonder. So now she was coming back. She couldn't take it any longer. She -had- to see Khitti.

Viera || "Sunshine?" she called into the apartment when she arrived. "Khitti? Are you around?" She'd start looking around, but she'd find Dominic first. She picked up the little sucker (he protested at first, but was quiet once she ignored him) and only afterwards managed to find Khitti in the bed. "Dominic, what's your mom doing in bed?" Dominic made a pouty face and refused to answer. Well, fine. Khitti was an adult. She had words. She could use them.

Khitti || “His mother feels like she got punted across Frostmaw by a frost giant that’s really good at punting humans and is considering making it into a sport,” Khitti said from underneath the blankets, her voice sort of muffled. That was really incredibly specific, but it was obvious she was being sarcastic, as usual. She flopped over onto her back and pulled down the covers just enough to look over them at Viera. She didn’t look sick, but was definitely uncharacteristically out of sorts. The somewhat freaked out, paranoid out of sorts, as opposed to her normal type. Khitti did not scare easily, unless something bad happened to Dominic or Brand (or in this case, Viera) or one of her siblings, but it seemed like she might actually be at the moment. “Today’s not a good day, Viera, so uh…” How do you politely tell your girlfriend you want to be left alone? She couldn’t say it, so it was implied, and Khitti went back to hiding under her blankets.

Viera || "So uh... I should tickle you?" Viera wiggled her fingers menacingly, but didn't actually make a move. Mess with the Khat and you'll get clawed -- even Viera knew that. Instead, she wrapped Khitti and her blankets into one big hug. "We don't have to go anywhere today if you don't want to. I just want to spend time with you." Please. She was dying. Her feelings were killing her. (Brand would know something about how that felt.)

“No! Don’t do that…” Thankfully, she hadn’t even need to say it because Viera was hugging her instead. Khitti winced, but allowed her to continue to do so. Once she was released, she pulled off the blankets--but not all the way because she was still cold damn it!--and sighed. “Something happened last night… during a ritual with Quintessa, in Xalious.” Khitti unbuttoned the top of her shirt somewhat--which was very much one of Brand’s shirts--and showed Viera the new mark she’d acquired. It radiated with pure shadow energy and was cold to the touch, the dark misshapen splotch on her chest looking like a strange bruise.

Viera examined the new marking, running her fingers gingerly across it. Did her touching it hurt Khitti? If it did, Viera couldn't tell. "I can... make this go away, if you want. It wouldn't be difficult. Just the appearance of it, though. If there's some kind of magic on you lingering behind from this, I won't be able to get rid of it so easily. But you'd -look- normal."

Khitti || “Eh… it’s fine. It’ll fade eventually. Probably. Maybe if it doesn’t, you can use your magic on it. Your magic’s not going to get rid of this chill and the fact I feel like a dragon stepped on me though,” Khitti said, snuggling up under the covers again and bringing Viera with her this time. She was quiet for a minute or two and then sighed.

Khitti || “Viera, it is not often I’m actually afraid of things… but this thing… it was terrifying.” There. She said it. Khitti was scared and she hated the feeling. She wasn’t supposed to be scared. -Other people- were supposed to be scared and she was supposed to protect them. Ignore all those other times in the past where she was actually scared about how something might turn out. Or when she worried for weeks on end about things.“While Quintessa was talking to the spirit, I was busy channeling my magic to keep us protected. And then all of a sudden this shadow appeared and literally wrapped itself around my barrier. It crushed it like it was glass, even with me still pouring what was left of my magic into it. It even scared away the rest of the spirits that my magic had summoned. It seemed… angry when it realized I was out of magic. And that’s when it flew at me--and through me--and knocked me off my feet. Tessa had to drag my ass back to the Syndicate headquarters and shove a bunch of potions in my face because it knocked me out entirely.”

Viera played with Khitti's hair as she listened. "That sounds... harrowing," she said when Khitti was done. The story had been long enough that she'd put together an entire braid on the side of Khitti's head while she had been talking. Unsatisfied with her handiwork, she quickly undid it and patted Khitti's hair smooth again. "How is it that you're always getting yourself into trouble like this? Not that it's your fault, of course, I just mean -- it's always -something-. Like bad luck follows you."

Khitti || “No, I -am- the bad luck,” Khitti said, correcting Viera. “There’s even a prophecy that says so. I’ve just come to accept it over the years.” She shrugged, smooched Viera on the cheek, and crawled out of bed momentarily. “It’s proooobably fine and I’m just being a baby about it.” It was past time for Khitti to slip back into the ‘I’m totally fine even if I’m not’ mindset. Has Viera realized yet how much like Brand Khitti actually is? It’s probably for the better, if she hadn’t. Khitti snatched up her book on the Shadow Plane up off of the dresser and jumped back into bed. “I’m sure I’ll figure out what the hell it is eventually… In the meantime, you’ll just, uh… have to keep me warm.” You know, Viera. With sex. Or lots of cuddling. Or both. This was the sort of thing Brand would be wiggling his eyebrows about at Khitti. Khitti didn’t do that. Instead, she just peered over the top of her book at Viera and batted her eyes cutely as she tried to pretend that that was an entirely innocent remark.

Viera -could- have argued about Khitti being bad luck. If she were more genuinely invested in the relationship and not essentially love-potioned into it, she probably would have. But no, she'd actually rather just let Khitti win this one and proceed with the cuddling. Transforming her dress into more appropriate bedwear, Viera slithered in under the covers and wrapped her arms around Khitti. "Keep you warm, huh? I can do that..."