RP:Larewen's Threat

Summary: Larewen delivers a threat to Kasyr on behalf of the voices that have taken over her mind.

The Hanging Corpse

Larewen happened along not too much after Christian had left and Kasyr had began the trek toward his office. If one were not privy to her presence by simply knowing her, they would certainly be aware of someone - or something - drawing nearer. The aura of dark energy that stretched away from the sorceress could not be missed, especially by those who were sensitive to the arcane. It was a suffocating sort of darkness that might even bring a feeling of unease with it. The woman could be recognized, if looked toward. Whatever bits of flesh were visible were marred by ebon veins.

Kasyr , given his nature as both an entity of darkness and as an empath, finds himself craning his head back to stare in the general direction of the ominous presence. Something which looks a bit ridiculous, considering that he hasn't stopped moving. It's only when his focus directly falls upon Larewen that he rights himself, a casual beckoning gesture aimed at her. ...Really, given his role in the Vailkrin hierarchy, this isn't the force time an especially dark entity has made a bee-line towards him. They usually just have more paperwork in tow.

Larewen did just that, though there was a hidden smirk at the way the male had regarded her while walking. It was only when she was within a few paces of him that she slowed her steps. The pendant Kyperion had given her to study so many moons ago now rested comfortably around her neck - and it glittered, as if it had been awakened. The dark sorceress's greeting came in the form of a slight lift of her chin and then a query, "Have you seen Kyperion?"

Kasyr furrows his brow a bit at the question, and also at why the dark 'damoiselle seems familiar- before he offers a rather non-chalant shrug, "I've seen him amongst neither the living, nor the dead; though his ...compatriots have been paying me a fair many visits." Not once does the Revenants stride falters, the Kensai ever so fixated upon venturing onwards,"I have a gray scarf collection, now." Kasyr abruptly turns to look at Larewen, "Er, why?"

Larewen would make sure to at least keep pace then. "Is that so?" she hissed quietly in response to Kyperion's disappearance. Or maybe it was in response to the fact that the cultists had been visiting with the Revenant. Either way, the latter part of that statement certainly widened the smirk behind that ebon veil. When he turned to face her, that amulet would be glowing softly. The air around her began to thicken and crackle. "I will no longer be aiding him in his cause," the woman stated, coolly.

Kasyr 's right foot abruptly slides out to the side and back, abruptly wheeling the Kensai about so he's facing the woman. All in all, his posture seems relaxed; his hands stuffed into his pockets, while he casually rocks back and forth upon his heels. But beneath that surface impression, there's something altogether different; a curious sort of confidence reflected in his eyes, juxtaposed against the tension that seems to ripple across his form, as though he were a cat readying to pounce. "Bring it up with him. His cause was his own. I simply look to resolving issues which are detrimental to the city." There's a frost befitting his wife in those words.

Larewen had already halted, and the way in which she appeared was quite smug indeed. She was at ease, unbothered by the tension reflected in his form. Though, that confidence in his eyes did not escape her notice. Nor did that edge in his tone. A soft peal of laughter left the dark sorceress's lips then and her head dipped forward. "We'll see about that, Kasyr," she said quietly. "We'll see whose cause it really is, won't we? They won't stop." The final words were in regards to the cultists that had been a nuisance to the Revenant; though Larewen had no direct connection to them. Yet, anyways. With that, the woman's gait picked up and she moved to step past the male, en route to Vakmatharas's temple.

Kasyr becomes duly aware that his cigarette has been burning far too long, the cherry resting uncomfortably close to his lip. Taking one last drag from it, he tosses it to the ground and casually snuffs it out, before he flatly replies, "They aren't the first to try." Before he adds a bemused, "Though they are the first to come with a noose already wrapped about their necks." To the revenants knowledge, anyways. God knows if Vailkrin’s already been attacked by a legion of zombies that had died by hanging. It would be par for the course. Either way, the Kensai simply shakes his head, before he continues onward. This wasn't the first cryptic threat he'd received today. Just the first one in person, that was not related to taxes, or bureaucracy.