RP:Life And Death Working Together

Part of the The Day I Tried To Live Arc

Summary: Sabrina runs into Khitti (literally) and Khitti gains a new ally for the trip to the Plane of Shadows.

Outside SoulsKin, Rynvale

Sabrina runs square into Khitti coming from shop running south of this path, honestly, she should have been watching where she was going but the book in her hands must’ve been quite intriguing. There is a picture of a semi inappropriate minotaur on the cover, and the gold inscribing of E.L. Landon on the binding. It wouldn’t have been a particularly powerful bump, given the slight frame and lack of general muscle on the female. It was likely it would force the Elfess a step back where she would peer over the pages to view a strange woman she hadn’t seen in these parts before. In perfect elvish she apologizes. “Beg pardon, miss.” A mismatched gaze of pure white and partly cloudy affix on the female, looking her up and down as if to ask ‘what -are- you doing here.’ She could tell by the smell that she wasn’t Rynvalian, and even more than that, her energy told a story about her situation with a pulse as well.

Khitti blinked a few times at the elf woman as she’s bumped into, “Oh, um, sorry. My fault.” Well, it wasn’t, but Khitti was usually the one apologizing--at least, she used to be that way all the time, but not so much anymore. There’s a bit of squinting, first at the book--goddamn it, does -everyone- read E.L. Landon?--, then at the elf herself, and -then- at the elvish language that she herself has not taken to studying too much. She’s had to do a lot of research lately on other things, you know. Disdain was obvious for unknown reasons with regards to that horrid book, but then recognition of the healer takes over, and a raised eyebrow offered in return for the look that Sabrina gifted to the vampiress. “Ah, you. I remember you.” Remember how you didn’t even bother to make sure if I was alright or not that night in Frostmaw. Of course, Khitti didn’t voice that, however.

Sabrina squints her eyes back at the vampiress, though she still speaks in the language of the land, mostly because it is easier but partly because she had been here long enough to sink into habits of nature and she hadn’t realized it. “I know you, the one from the bug juice in Frostmaw.” Her hands go to her hips, propping her place in that book with one finger as it is clutched unceremoniously in her right gloved hand. She was small, but her mannerisms made her a little fiercer than her size should allow. She spoke to Khitti like she was a lesser, and it was with some authority since this place was obviously more inclined to support the word of its own kind in case something went wonky. “You’re with the…the…” She is snapping her fingers now as she breaks from elvish and recites a terrible version of simple common “Warrior’s Guild.” Her brows furrow. “The dead one.” The Healer is smiling though, not realizing or not caring that her verbiage might be offensive. “Well, glad to see you up and around. You know. I do not deal with your kind very regularly.” She gives a little twist of her gloved hand-not holding that piece of literature, if one could call it that. “I deal in life energy, you know.” At best, Sabrina’s help would have hurt Khitti before it healed her. But how would the Vampiress know that, it was perfectly acceptable to point at the Healer, call her a pompous bitch, and call it a night.

Khitti didn’t quite like the way she was being talked to. If that eyebrow of hers could go any higher, it would. A smirk joined it soon after being called ‘the dead one’, “Indeed. Zhat’s zhe whole reason I’m here on zhis island in zhe first place. As for dealing vith ‘my kind’, perhaps you should broaden your horizons a little. Ve may be a sort of undead, but ve still can die. Despite coming close to ‘true death’ many times, I’d rather stay as far away from it as I can. As a healer, you’d zhink zhat you’d learn to be able to heal -all- species. It doesn’t always require magic or manipulating ‘life energies’ as you call it.” A bit of air is exhaled sharply from her nose as her attention shifted away from the elfess for a moment, eyeing the road beyond her. “And, ‘vampire’. Zhe vord you’re looking for is ‘vampire’.” There’s a shake of her head and a sigh, before looking back to Sabrina, “I take it you must frequent zhese parts.”

Sabrina , turns out, when she isn’t concerned over the fate of a loved one is far less timid and more…well… rude. It isn’t intentional nor is it personal. She did not require anything of Khitti, and they weren’t friends. Manners were a formality for different situations. “I did order you the blood.” A passive shrug. She had come by many a Vampire and in her experience Khitti was nowhere near in need of the level of services Sabrina had to offer. The smirk is answered in kind. “I can technically heal most species, not counting undead- which is different from what you are.” There was no malice, these were just facts. She didn’t come to be a Master at her art by sake of curse alone. Sabrina shakes her head, there is a question brewing and she was certain she wouldn’t like the answer. “Are you here on guild business? Or are you a danger?” What she did hear of the cursed female was very little, but word had it she could turn in a single beat and cause unforeseeable mayhem. Even with the implication of danger, Sabrina did not seem judgmental over it, she tended to take things as they came. It’d just be nice to know what to expect. “I guess the real question… do you need help?” From lugging scraps of wood, to tying shoelaces, the Elfess had a purpose and it was to assist, in any form possible. “Healing is not always limited to the body, you know.” Her eyes too followed down the road beyond. “I try not to, I find the region to be generally self-serving as a whole. There has been some activity out this way though. I go where I am needed.” The activity was due to Khitti’s people, but that being obvious it went unsaid.

Khitti let the things of the past with Sabrina die as the guild is mentioned once more. Khitti was many things--and ‘danger’ was very much one of them. Such a great big ball of fire and death and snark in such a such a thin, rather short form was she, but at the moment, she didn’t seem to be the one that’d likely cause any danger. “Help…?” She echoed Sabrina’s last word for a moment, mulling things over in her head. “I’m not a danger, now, no. Zhings have recently occurred to put a stop to zhe ‘danger’ zhat you likely heard of.” The vampiress unbuttoned her coat just enough to show an odd looking tattoo, almost tribal in nature, but not the work of either Meri or Lita, that stretched from her left arm, up to her shoulder and encircled her neck. “Zhat small bit has been dealt vith for now, “ she didn’t elaborate further on it, “but a journey elsewhere must be taken to deal vith it completely.” There’s a bit of hesitation, and more consideration, “If you vish to be of use, you could likely come along, but zhe place itself is not so pleasant. I imagine, in your line of vork, zhat you’ve seen all sorts of zhings, zhough.”

Sabrina hums out an unpleasant smile. Unpleasant couldn’t even begin to describe it. The book is tucked into her bag, her hands slid into her back pockets. She takes little time to inspect the tribal markings because she did not understand things of magical nature- they usually veered off the course of reason and reason was the realm of which she dealt. Cause and effect, nothing magical about her lifestyle. She seemed content in the belief that Khitti was not a danger, enough that she never got overly vexed about it in the first place. There was no cause to harbor that effect. “How long?” She did have duties to attend to, but nothing pressing for the immediate moment. Rynvale was winding down, Ara was rebuilt in Larket. Eirik was no longer an issue for time constraints. “Anything over a couple weeks, I may need to take leave. Other than that, I am at your service.” A bow, even, formal at that. In truth, she needed little to convince her to leave familiar surroundings, every place reminded her of Eirik and the chance to be rid of it was like music. Unpleasantries included.

Khitti actually frowned a little. This was the part where she’d get grilled on every aspect of the journey, but...that barely happened with Sabrina. “It von’t take long. Time vorks differently zhere zhan it does here. Zhe Plane of Shadow, zhat is. Zhat’s vhere ve’re going.” The vampiress felt like Sabrina at least needed to know -that- bit. “Ve may not entirely require a healer, but I’d feel better for knowing zhat one vould be zhere vith us.” Her mouth remained open, long enough that it’d seemed like she had more to say, but ultimately she cut off her thoughts there. A silence would linger for a bit before she finally said, “I vill send vord on zhe date and time. Ve’ll be meeting in Chartsend. It vill not be until after ve’ve taken care of zhis bug problem here, vhich I expect to be soon.”

Sabrina rarely asked questions, especially if she didn’t know where to begin. There was a slight flicker at the mention of shadow, but there were precautions for that. “I will stop in Larket to fetch my bangles, then you can find me at Eli’s cave in Chartsend when you need me.” The bangles, a gift from the runesmith that protected not only others, but herself. Shadow, darkness, magic, it was the unnatural things that endangered her most, but those bangles meant nothing in and nothing out. Healing was something she would deal with when the time came. “I’ll bring Rohk.” In the worst-case scenarios, he had always brought her back from some level of hell or another, relatively in one piece. Whether Khitti knew of the hellbeast or not, by this time Sabrina had come to find that more people were acquainted with him than herself so, naturally, she would assume as much in this adventure. She leaned in, it almost looked like Khitti had more to add. A misjudgment, maybe. Khitti is gifted a sort of smile, it was short and contrite, but there was nothing about this woman that held malice. For the most part, she was just automated. Gestures rehearsed, behaviors modified. She was ever the creature in study of things to make her less awkward. Today, it went off without a hitch so far as she knew. Luckily, she couldn’t sense the Vampires general mood, luckily Khitti had better manners than herself. Khitti would come to find herself lucky in that sense, the fact that Sabrina couldn’t read her. Maybe it would prove beneficial in building a real friendship. If there was such a thing.

Khitti had been quite adept at hiding her inner workings as of late, even from Brand. As if on cue, she’s reminded of the Catalian pyro, and it veers her thoughts off course for a moment, but she’s soon nodding in response to Sabrina’s mention of ‘Rohk’, “Yes. Rohk. Perfect.” She didn’t know what a ‘Rohk’ was, but if it was going to help with things, she was all for it. “Zhe name’s Khitti, by zhe vay.” A pause. “If you need me for anything before zhen, I’m staying at zhe inn here, vith zhe rest of zhe guild. If anything, I’m sure ve may be needing your services again, vhen all of zhis nonsense vith zhe bugs are done and over vith--provided zhat ve make it back zhat is.” It was a grim thought, but ultimately the truth. Too many times did they all just barely make it out alive. “I must go now, however. I’m not supposed to linger too long away from Brand--uh, my...friend...zhe one zhat brought me in to zhe guild hall zhat day in Frostmaw. He vas tasked vith guarding me.” Khitti clears her throat awkwardly, then nods, “If ve do not meet here again, zhen I vill find you in Chartsend, “ reinterating Sabrina’s instructions.

Sabrina ’s eyes grew wide, -all- of them were staying at ‘zhe inn?’ “Might I suggest… there is a beachside villa south and west of here, there are more rooms if you find yourselves sleeping atop one another.” She intended on checking out tonight, so at least one more free room if need be. She salutes, two fingers to her head and off in that general direction. “Be seeing you.” She trusted the Warrior’s Guild to make do with their promise to rid Rynvale of these bug nuisances. After tying up loose ends here she would find herself out on the next boat to the mainland. Chances were, they wouldn’t see each other until she was called upon. She then reclaims the book to the page she left it and strides past Khitti with little thought as to if she had something else to add. Such a curious meeting, it should turn out just fine.