RP:Making a Deal in a Blizzard
Satoshi is a livid little bundle of murderous rage storming through the door with a mini-blizzard swirling around her.
Satoshi shouted, "*Dark clouds descend on Frostmaw without warning, choking the sky and sending all but the hardiest of Eyrie fliers to ground as a sudden blizzard breaks upon the land. Ice-laden winds quickly reach speeds that threaten to topple even the Frost Giants, and the snow obscures visibility to mere inches. Arctic temperatures plummet dangerously low.*"
Satoshi is -that- angry right now.
Kasyr shouted, "*Somewhere out in Frostmaws' hunting grounds, a Revenant on the hunt is rapidly becoming an improvised snowman* :P"
Markos frowns.
Satoshi sits near the door, listening to the winds howl outside, and the muffled shouts of people hurrying to get indoors.
Svilfon is swept into the tavern by the raging storm outside. The wizard, coated head to toe in snow - though his hat remains untouched by the whiteness - mutters something about hellfire and blizzards, before wandering over to his one-armed armchair and dropping into it. He absently tips his hat to those in the room, and perhaps eyes Satoshi a little longer than most, before waving over Drargon; it's food time, and the legs of boar the barkeep are soon noisily devoured by the still tired wizard.
Satoshi tips her hat in return to Svilfon but goes out of her way to meet anything but his eyes. She can feel that loaded stare, and after so long around the wizard she's grown to dislike it as much as a reprimand from Kasyr. Damn those people that are capable of making her feel guilt.
Markos was in no major hurry to get indoors, or at least not in as much of other more sane individuals. It was only for a lack of interest in being buried in a snow bank and left to freeze that Markos had chosen to travel at a brisk pace of any variety, a bit of mana flowing into the proper runes allowing him enough strength to push against winds that might have otherwise left him stumbling about a fair bit. And so eventually, the runemaster would make his way into the tavern and add to the oddness that was him by not making any overt effort to remove the snow from his person other than make use of his nature movements to eventually knock the snow off in clumps onto the tavern floor - something that he would later apologize to Drargon for, it was only polite after all. But for now, his focus was upon the lady of the lands herself though his gave was not at all accusing. "A moment of you time and a few words, if you can spare either?"
Svilfon speaks through a mouthful of raw boar leg; manners are not his forte, "Lady icicle." The vampire offers the ghost of a smile, "Or lady blizzard?" He expects no real answer from his words, and soon resumes his meal as ravenously as before.
Satoshi gazes at Markos steadily a moment, if only for the sake of getting a proper look at the man for the first time--she'd only seen him in passing before, after all. After a pause, she nods and rises to her feet, resisting the urge to call to her the snow that's clinging to the runemaster. "I've a good deal of time. Word away." But first, she throws Svilfon an odd look, a mixture of a grimace and a malicious smirk, "Lady Revenge, today~."
Svilfon replied quickly to Satoshi, before she was too engaged in conversation, "Ah, revenge against all of Frostmaw?" He waves at the door where the wind continues to howl; mirroring the snow queen's obvious ire. "Remember your promise to share." He tips his hat to her, before resuming his meal and leaving the two to speak.
Svilfon has the strange urge to cower.
Markos offered Satoshi a curt nod, choosing to disregard the conversation that existed between Satoshi and the wizard whom he had not had a formal opportunity of meeting - this was a disagreement between them and he did not care quite enough to actually feel bothered enough to involve himself in the issue. And he had his own goals anyhow, ambitions and plans that needed fulfilling; schemes that would find it very beneficial to acquire some of the queen's favor. So he would take a seat as near to Satoshi as he could manage, reaching a hold into the folds of his cloaks to pull a tightly bound scroll that had been kept protected beneath the heavy fabric. "I want waste words on you and verbally attempt to butter you up with my finest speechcrafts. But I will request a bit of your favor turned in my direction that I may gain access to certain resources that might otherwise be left reserved for Frostmaw itself." Markos jutted the scroll in Satoshi's direction as he spoke, offering it for her to take if she so chose to. "And I am told our Lady Revenge appreciates gifts."
The winds outside slacken almost perceptibly at Svilfon's words as the expression on the magus' face inches nearer to that of a sullen child that's been caught in the wrong. Between Kasyr and Svilfon, there's no getting away with -anything- anymore for Satie. But the wizard is right, letting Frostmaw feed off her current state and thusly punish its people in return is not the best thing the queen could be doing. While she doesn't possess the energy to force the summoned storm away, Satoshi's at least stopped directly fueling it for the time being, allowing it to burn itself out from this point on. The magus visibly sags by this point, looking suddenly drained now that her rage has been evaporated by quietly spoken logic. Thus it's with a tired expression that she turns to Markos when he's taken his seat, and claims the one nearest from there, listening to his words and accepting the scroll when it's offered. The roll is regarded curiously then--he called it a 'gift' after all--and it's only the fact that she's one-handed that prevents her opening the thing then and there. "You were told correctly."
Markos managed to break his normally stoic expression in something that could be called a smile if one maybe squinted really hard. He was rather proud of himself for his creation but he would not go and outwardly pat himself on the back just yet, such things had their own times and places anyhow. "I've outlined the details of how to create it as best as I could manage but should your engineers have trouble manufacturing them, I'd happily oversee the project." He gave a nod towards the scroll. "Think of it as a, ah..." He paused to choose his words as carfully as he could manage. "A giant wand or perhaps a cannon that fires spells instead of metal."
Svilfon offers Satoshi a small smile and tip of his hat as her rage stops fuelling the storm, though it does continue to rage outside and doesn't really show any intentions of fading any time soon. He doesn't interrupt their conversation, though - he would talk to her later. He had boar's legs to eat, and damnit, he was hungry.
Satoshi gazes at the scroll a long moment before, with a bit of effort with her only functioning hand, manages to unbind it, and eventually get it unrolled on the table so it can be read. Shifting the wooden mug that's pinning the top half open, Satoshi scans over the plans with obviously growing interest. "These are... your designs?" A note of awe is in the magus' voice when she asks.
Derry appeared in a burst of flames, typical appearene for Derry, yadda yadda.
Dami || A loud thunk pounds once at the tavern's door. Two more thuds pound shortly after, though this time not at the door.
Markos had since reclaimed that bland and overly studious stare of his, watching Satoshi with an examining gaze as she looked over the work that he had put together on that scroll. He would hide the joy he felt at her interest in those blueprints and her question towards him about the cannons being of his design, he was not one to let people know that he held any pride in his work. It helped to impress others when one seemed moderately disinterested in their own innovations, after all. "Yes. It was a simple enough task, a lot more easily done than... well, that is a story for another day." He would not mention the runes that lay etched into his bones quite yet.
Satoshi nods at Markos' words, half-listening as she continues to look over the scroll. She's got a sneaking suspicion Kasyr mentioned more than just her fondness for gifts, if -this- is what Markos first presents her with. But, after a moment more of reading, thoughts begin to turn and Satoshi reminds herself of the runemaster'ss earlier statement. "So," she begins rolling the scroll up slowly, watching Markos from across the table, "what is it you wanted from me in return?"
Dami managed to crack the door open, the violent blast of winds from outside slamming the door open with authority. Stumbling over the two massive plates of rock she'd used as a make-shift plow, the Terramancer tripped and rolled into the establishment. As quickly as she could, Dami would slam her back against the door, and pedal backwards till it was shut. Sliding down to sit on the floor, the snow-plastered woman looked around. She was sure to get a lot of angry glares.. With how much of that storm had rushed in behind her.
Markos cracks that facial expression that vaguely resembled a smile once again though his eyes continued to study Satoshi - watching for any emotion that might clue him into just what was going on in that head of hers. "Resources when they can be offered and access to sources of magical knowledge that might provide me any added insight into my runic research." In the long run, he was not asking for too much as far as he was concerned. At least he hadn't decided to ask her for test subjects, but then, Kasyr was doing a good enough job of supplying him with that anyhow.
Satoshi finds herself abruptly covered in snow and nearly knocked from her chair by Dami's entrance. Once she's righted herself, and given a shake to banish the frost, the terramancer is given a positively vulpine look, all smirks and amusement. "There's your proper Frostmaw welcome~." Nodding at that, and leaving an ear cocked to catch any reply given, Satoshi returns to Markos. "Resources and access..?" A look of debate crosses her face, as if she actually has to wonder if it's worth it. Considering the man is basically granted these things already by his ties to Kasyr, it's merely an act--much like the runemaster had used on her. "...I can agree to that, yes. Your designs are intriguing enough to warrant that much."
Dami coughed, and shook her body like a dog. Shaking snow loosely, she'd climb to her feet, and quietly pull up a chair. From far away. If that storm was Satoshi's doing, she was staying clear, she knew what her own anger looked like, unleashed upon the earth. And if the blizzard was cause for an unhappy kit, she didn't wanna catch the heat of it in person. "Good to see you make it out of there alive." She says this to Markos when she finds the right time to interject.
Markos gave Satoshi one last nod, assuming that their business here had concluded itself for the time being. "Well then, since that is all well and done then I will leave you to it." He began to stand but pauses briefly. "Unless you've anything to ask or add?"
Satoshi starts to shake her head but pauses, a thought occuring to her. "The wraith... let me know when it's bound and sealed. I want to see some of the work he's having you do." Judging by the darkly twisted smirk creeping across her face, Satoshi just wants to see Pyoshia tormented.
Markos cleared his throat at Satoshi's request and glanced about the room. He'd not had a chance to see this wraith that Kasyr had acquired as the spoils of war. "Right. I'll keep you posted on that as I am able." He shifted his stare towards Dami for a moment to offer her a quick nod. "Dami."
Satoshi fiddles with the scroll Markos gave her, rolling it beneath a fingertip back and forth upon the table. An idle gaze flicks toward Dami eventually, to ask, "So, how do you like our weather? Pretty, hm~?"
Dami leans over in her chair, trying to get a better look at Satoshi. She wondered how far that angry look carried... Dripping wet, and shivering (if vampires couldn't get cold, it was from bad habit alone) she thinks it best to button up her coat. White wasn't the best to wear out here.
Dami said to Satoshi, "It's.. sudden~" Whatever that was suppose to mean. "I think I'll need something more fitting for the climate, if I'm to walk in those anymore."
Satoshi is slightly surprised to find Dami leaning over to try and look at her, but she takes it in stride--probably because she's taking it as a compliment. "Get it lined in fur, you'll be fine~." And you'll fit right in with the rest of the Coterie sporting fur-lined long coats, is silently added. Anything else she might have said is interrupted by an inebriated old giant that's been eavesdropping, when he splutters out through missing teeth, "F'ostmaw's a fin'cky, cold bitch, she is! Nice ta look at, bu' she'll freeze yer balls off a' soon a' smile at ya." Satoshi simply nods, not able to put it better herself. As well, she makes sure to pass that along to Svilfon. He'd get a kick out of it.
Dami watched Markos leave with her eyes before standing up to reposition herself in a seat near Satoshi. She made a squishy-squelch as she sank down in soaked boots and clothes- the majority of the snow had melted off. "My tailor is going to hate me." She said this with a grin, looking up at the garbled speech. It made her giggle. 'Awesome'. "Kasyr didn't mention anything in the brochure about wild blizzards, I was just leaving the mines when it hit, anyways."
Satoshi said, "Aha~, wild is what Frostmaw is all about. If it isn't trying to kill you in the immediate, it's waiting until your guard is down first. ...speaking of down," Satoshi tips her head to one side, listening. The screaming winds have receded to little more than the occasional whistle, by the sounds of it. "You might actually be able to wander around without rocks for shoes, now~."
Dami raises her eyebrows. "What doesn't kill you.." She trails off, finishing the rest in her mind; 'Shouldn't even be trying in the first place'. It was mocking humor directed to herself and several, several past experiences. "Blizzards aside, it is lovely. I think at least. Just hardly any place to train and practice control over my element. Besides the mines." This set off a reminder. "Oh- speaking of which. There any other place then the mines I could ~borrow~ ? Anything chalk full of raw earth?" She bit the inside of her cheek, figuring it to be a long stretch of a request.
Satoshi leans back in her chair, forcing it into balancing on its back two legs as she thinks over Dami's question. "Really, the land around the mines is probably what you're looking for. It's considerably warmer there than anywhere else. More earth than snow. If you want it, I'd claim it quick, before Kirien gets his paws on it~."
[Muraski told you, "Muraski flew upon Firewing's back until they were within a solid several hundred feet of their airspace. He tapped the dragons shoulder, "Descend here. We walk the rest of the way." Upon landing, Muraski removed himself from the creatures back and grabbed his chain. As the chain was grabbed, the vampire lead the way towards the gates of Frostmaw until they met the giant guards at the entrance. "Get your Queen, I brought her a present." Was all he said to the guard. Head turned towards Firewing, "Sit." A single commanding word given towards the man."]
Satoshi straightens herself with a violent jerk, the kit standing before the chair's legs have even fully slammed against the floor. As she's turning toward the door, a snow-encrusted frost giant stumbles in, breathless from his run through the blizzard from the gates in full armor. "T-the dragon's been brought in. Alive," the guard gasps out, leaning against the door to catch his breath. It's a fortunate thing the winds have died down after all, else the tavern would be decorating for Christmas early by now. Instead, the heavy snowfall only manages to get a few flakes indoors from a few stray breezes. A snowfall Satoshi storms into without a backwards glance for her conversation partner, the guard quickly recovering to stumble after his queen as she goes to face Firewing and the bounty hunter.
Muraski nodded at the dragon as the fire was made, "Just something to keep the chill at bay is all I require." His hands were stuck out in front towards the fire, truly the chill didn't bother his undead body.. But, he had enjoyed fires for some time, even kept one inside his store for now. "The queen should be here shortly. Once again, obedience is key or she'll simply kill you on the spot."
Satoshi arrives shortly, materializing out of the heavy snowfall like a petite ghost, frost gathered around her like a ragged, ethereal cloak as she steps lightly atop the snowbanks. The guard-turned-messenger trudges along behind, driving through the deep snow without any of the frost queen's grace, and alongside him strides the hulking form of Satoshi's glacial golem. All three stop a short distance from the dragon and stranger, the living beings' expressions as unreadable as the magical construct's. "I was expecting him brought in dead," Satoshi offers in a sort of greeting to the hunter.
Firewing eyes Satoshi with fire, but it quickly turns to humiliation as he closes them, breathing fire in front of the undead as ordered.
Muraski noted the queens approach with his lonely optic, a quick nod in response to her greeting. "And I brought him in a condition that if of more value then a trophy for your walls. If the tales of your exploits are true, the trophies you've already collected are of more worth then one dragons head, Lady Frostmaw." He offered the held chain in her direction, "A mount, a weapon, a sack of meat to take blows for you, even a fire starter if need be. Whatever the cause may be, he is brought here alive. For now, you can use him as a pet. The head of a dragon is less intimidating to many then turning them into your bitch, Queen." His eye continued to examine her, curious of whether or not he may need to run, "Are you interested or should I take the pet to another for a more suitable offer?"
Satoshi doesn't readily reply to Muraski's remark, her attention instead on Firewing. Eyes narrow and ever so slightly she leans forward to peer closely at him. "We spared you after defeating you, and you send that furball to threaten and harass in my territory? You call me a -thief- when what we took was our earned prize? Tell me why you can still be called a dragon after that, and not a newt." Another long look follows before she glances to Muraski, stating simply before Firewing can give a reply, "And what guarantee such a 'pet' won't turn at the first opportunity? I have uses for skilled dragons. I had planned to speak with this very one on an agreement, until his nuisance came along."
Firewing growls slightly with anger, but quickly shuts up, keeping his head low, knowing to speak would be death.
Muraski was quick to turn to Firewing as Sato's questions were asked, "Answer her questions but be respectful." As she turned to him, his eye once more settled upon the queen. "The guarantee is never to be had though I do believe the chain, locking him up, and your very own skill in your element can guarantee such a thing. Also, as with the declaration of things flying in your air space you can shoot him down if he tries to fly and run, could you not?"
Firewing looks at Satoshi. "I didn't send her...she came on her own...I planned on sending her, before you came, but afterwards, I recalled her and went into hiding...she came on her own and disobeyed direct instructions...It was not of my will..." he lowers his head, going silent.
Satoshi stares at Firewing a moment longer while silently digesting his explanation, then back to Muraski, saying in a low voice, "What did you do to him?" The arrogant, menacing dragon is gone, replaced by something sufficiently cowed. Satoshi finds herself almost repulsed by it, her hatred of slavery being provoked by the chained and crestfallen dragon. "I had intentions to make you an ally, not a pet. Dragons are not meant for such stations."
Muraski offered a small shrug at the queen as she asked her questions, "I did nothing except express the deadliness of his situation. He understood." He paused, the words to follow absorbed and a response to be thought through. "You do not need him as a pet then, use him as an ally. He is not so far broken that his confidence can not be returned. He simply needs to stop being beaten so often. Teach him to battle and I'm sure an ally he will be greatly. I simply wanted to bring him here to talk with you, I have questions. The rewards mattered little."
Firewing opens his eyes wide. "an Ally, I had meant to become, as you mine, until that Fleabag ruined it." his eyes alight with flames that soon die. he looks at where his left hand should be. "my pride had left with my hand...my throne room...and my treasure..." he lowers his head in shame.
Satoshi rocks back on her heels, suddenly thoughtful. "I'll make a deal with you, Scales. You like deals, as I recall. An alliance would benefit us both, we know this, but I need to know you're not the sort to back out on a word. I've heard a dragon's word is as binding as a magic-borne contract. Give me your word you'll bring that little Sephrene to answer for her insult, and I will call off this hunt upon you. And I will consider you worth trusting. We can build further from there. And... perhaps see about sorting out that missing hand business." Absently, her left hand shifts to rest upon the ice that fills in her missing right shoulder. Looking away from the dragon then, she eyes the vampire that brought Firewing here, a brow raised curiously. "Questions? You've earned at least that much, for certain. Ask away."
Firewing looks at the ice queen with hope, but then eyes her with suspicion. "That would be nice Satoshi...and I am never one to break a deal...even without my word...but how can I even be sure to trust you?" he looks her up and down, remembering the last time he harrassed her.
Satoshi said to Firewing, "I'm not killing you right now, when you know I'm capable of it. Instead, I'm offering you a chance, through myself and Frostmaw."
Muraski listened the parts about Sephrene with great interest and would speak to the dragon about it later. When Sato eventually shifted towards him, a humble nod was given to her, "I'm looking for matters pertaining to a certain group of people that reside within Frostmaw. I have interest in joining such a group and the man named Kirien told me that eventually I would be able to have words with them however none have ever been spoken my way. So, the question I ask of you, Lady Frostmaw, is whether or not you know of this group? If so, how does one find it? And, if I can find it and you know enough, how would one go about joining it?" He didn't offer further knowledge that he knew Kasyr to reside within and likewise figured she would be involved, instead he wanted to know how much knowledge he might be able to glean from a different angle.
Muraski turned if for a moment at Firewing, "Your claws are more then powerful enough to go through it. It was more of a prop."
Satoshi said to Muraski, "Yes, I know the group, it is headed by my husband. By coming here and asking about it, you've found it. To join it, I can show you to Kasyr himself." Yes, she could swear in Muraski herself, she has the contracts and blood on-hand, but she'd rather Kasyr make such a call and seal the deal. She's got her own deal to make with a dragon currently. Firewing is given another close look at his agreement, searching for any flicker of deceipt before, finally, she nods. "Then I ask that the chain be removed from you, Scales. Mind you, that bounty remains until Sephrene has paid her dues, so tread carefully when you seek her."
Firewing smiles as he breathes out his nostrils, fiery snakes slowly making their way towards the collar on his long neck. The fires heating up the leather quickly, causing it to dry up and crack, slowly falling to the ground. he looks at the remains of the restraints, the chain sliding to the ground with them. "Do pardon, but I prefer the fancier way..." He smiles happily as he rubs his free neck with his right claw, digging his left stub into the snow.
Muraski dropped the chain to the ground beside the collar, it was no longer needed. He turned his optic towards Firewing, "As for your issue with the feline, I will deal with her if you would rather."
Firewing looks at Muraski and shakes his head. "Don't worry...I know how to bring someone somewhere..." He smiles as he begins to morph back to human form, fires slowly surrounding him and shrinking.
Kasyr , despite having spent the last little while doing his best impression of an abominable-snow-monster due to the blizzard that had been raging, is currently meandering towards this particular direction. Whether it's due to his wife calling or mere happenstance, Kasyr has arrived- and looking a fair few shades better than he had the prior evening.
Satoshi doesn't turn when she senses her husband's approach, although her tails are doing a fantastic job of eagerly waving at him. Muraski is given a grin seconds before the kensai becomes visible through the thick screen of snow, "Speak of the devil, and he answers~."
Muraski nodded at the queen as she mentioned speaking to the king, which brought a momentary frown to face before his normal bland expression came back. "Then whe--" Before he might have been able to finish his reply to the queen it appeared the man had already appeared. He looked in the direction she waved and stared awaited his appearance. A small nod was offered to him once he did show, "Afternoon, king."
Firewing reverts to his human form and smiles at Satoshi and Muraski. "I think I'll take the scenic route home...au revoir, Mrs. Satoshi..." he turns on his heels and begins to head home, walking, not noticing Kasyr as he does so. He begins to breathe a small stream of fire from his nose that keeps him warm as he disappears from sight down the mountain.
Satoshi said to Firewing, "Until next time, Scales. No death threats, though!"
Satoshi meant that in good-humor. Mostly.
Firewing smiles and snickers quietly as he goes out of earshot range.
Kasyr affords the pair a wave, the motion swiftly drawing back to himself so he can effectively brush some excess snow out of his hair, "Bonjour, en fait." Continuing to meander forward, the hybrid simply takes a standing position next to his wife, a glance passing between Muraski and Satoshi. Towards Muraski, there's a simple, "So~?"
Satoshi explains to Kasyr in a single word, with a nod toward Muraski, "Coven."
Muraski bent his back sideways, several pops to be heard until he stood up straight once more. With back feeling more in place the aged appearing man stared between the two with his single eye, "Now that the dragon has taken his leave, I look to join the coven. I spoke with Kirien, he spoke of the cotorie and stated that I might have a chance to join. I want to join such a group and learn more about the vampiric state I have taken."
Kasyr nods slightly, a broad grin forming upon his face, "Well, your appearance here has been a bit overdue. Et bien- Given I had little qualm with your request before..." A pause, and the Kensai glances over towards Satoshi at this.
Satoshi blinks back at Kasyr. "What?"
Satoshi reaches up to brush some snow out of Kasyr's hair. Mostly, it's an excuse to give an ear a tweak, since the snow is falling faster than she can brush the loitering flakes away.
Muraski kinda twitched out of confusion, eye to blink several times. "Last we spoke was in The Corpse if I remember correctly. It was some time ago and I have heard no word since.." He confusion seemed to remain, "I never got the impression to come here or anything.. Simply that we talked."
Kasyr told Satoshi, "*Through their particular bond comes the simple thoughtful response to her spoken question* Thoughts? I don't see any problems with the Coven expanding- So long as they'll abide by the Tenants."
Satoshi told Kasyr, "*a sort of mental-shrug comes in answer* They're yours. You've picked the rest. This one caught that damn dragon Firewing for me as a peace offering. I can't complain."
Kasyr offered Muraski a hapless shrug of sorts, "Given who I am et all, I imagined it was only a matter of time until tu arrived. As for your request, you certainly have my blessing in becoming..a member of our little ensemble. It would be much appreciated if you could bring your Sire here, as well. But first things first, I suppose..we ought to swear you in."
Muraski thought over all the different ways one might be sworn in and tried to figure out how it this group might do it. "I will speak to him on the matter, whether he decides to or not is of his own volition though. How might this group swear people in then?"
Satoshi somewhat answers Muraski's question when she retrieves a rolled scroll from her satchel and hands it to Kasyr. "Both of us this time?"
Kasyr gives Satoshi a sideways glance, a mild bit of amusement having crossed his features, "Et here I was just intending on standing by in an authorative capacity- the ...details to this are more your forte, after all."
Muraski looked between husband and wife, no words to be muttered. Instead he stood back and watched awaiting the couple to figure things out.. THings were simpler without sticking your nose in them.
Satoshi forcefully thrusts the scroll in Kasyr's direction, silently telling him to shove his 'authoritative capacity'. "Your coven, your contract. -You- bleed for them every once in a while."
Kasyr takes the scroll before, by means of a simple flick of his wrist, he produces a scalpel and a raven feather quill. Really, the secondary item is simply plucked out of his pocket- but that's besides the point. The point to this particular scene, is that the Kensai simply extends both towards Muraski, "This contract es going to be magically binding, en fait. A..Geass of sorts. Effectively, should you be willing to abide by these tenants, I simply require your signature- in blood."
Muraski looked over the contract as it was extended towards him. It was the same things Kirien had told him from before and still they seemed reasonable. "So, prick my finger with the scalpel? Sign with the quill? And all is well?" He gave a small shrug, "It seems easy enough and none of the points are out of my reach. I feed from family and friends, I have no problem with loyalty, and I won't sire someone to turn them into a mindless husk." He had heard about vampires who had tried from Kirien, it seemed cruel to do. "Hand me the instruments and I'll sign away."
Satoshi quietly murmurs, mostly to herself, while fidgeting uncomfortably, "They're not -completely- mindless..."
Kasyr effectively plunks both Quill and scalpel into Muraskis' hand. As far as writing surfaces go...Well, the Kensai is acutely aware of where the various plates of preklek plating are in his -newest- trenchcoat. And he's hardly concerned about any blood possibly getting on his arm, given how sanguine smeared all of its predecessors have become.
Muraski grabbed the instruments from him and quickly went to work. "It's funny, the last time someone asked me to do this, it was so I'd do something for them regardless." Mindless banter. Quickly the scalpel was pressed to the tip of his finger, a small line drug across the end. The quill was poked into the tiny wound and then pressed to paper. 'Muraski LeskoVac' was signed in overly extravagent letting. "Is there anything else to it then this?"
Muraski turned to Satoshi momentarily, "They still have thoughts?"
Satoshi looks sidelong at Muraski after sneaking a glance at the bloody signature. "Mine did. Mostly."
Muraski was rather intrigued by this, "Yours? Can you not turn them on your own? Or, did something go wrong?"
Satoshi keeps her expression carefully blank. "A mishap, yes, resulted in a Thrall. I've never attempted to turn another."
Muraski blinked his one eye at the words, oddly not expecting something like this. The single eye took a curious gesture at the female but his tongue remained oddly respectful. "That is unforntunate to know. I guess it will be some time before I try if even you have issues with it, Lady Frostmaw."
Satoshi frowns slightly, realizing she worded herself wrong. "Er, I mean, I've never made an attempt to turn anyone. Ever. The Thrall was an error made in feeding. Hence his," she nods toward Kasyr, "rules against it."
Kasyr idly draws the scroll up so that he can effectively keep it pinned between his arm and his chest. With that done, he thus has one hand free to re-acquire both scalpel and quill, if only so he can mirror Muraskis movements. A touch more complicated, if only due to the fashion in which the Kensai is holding the items- but something that is done all the same. The end result? Just below Muraskis' signature rests the Kensais' signature, 'Kasyr Azakhaer' written out in scrawl (which is to say in all due haste and barely legible because of it).
Muraski returned the tools to Kasyr and watched as the Kensai's signature rested below his own. His conversation with Satoshi continued as he watched Kasyr, "That makes sense.. If you wouldn't mind me asking, what was the error?" His eye turned towards her, "Not to be rude, I just would rather not turn those I care into one."
Satoshi said to Muraski, "I honestly couldn't tell you exactly. The bastard was drunk when I fed off him, and it effected me too." The failings of a young vampire when her sire isn't around. Oops! "If it was anything like how most Thralls are made, he managed to get ahold of some of my blood after I drained him."
Satoshi only tells Muraski this since he's technically family of sorts now. For outsiders, the story is far more dramatic and completely blown out of proportion to make herself look like the victim.
Muraski said to Satoshi, "What was he like afterwords?"
Satoshi grimaces. "Insane. Murderous. But perfectly obedient to me." Like a proper Thrall, Whess hadn't budged an inch when Satoshi told him to hold still so that she could execute him.
Kasyr , upon completion of his bit of scribbling, merely gives the page a light shake- the action seeming to cause a sudden surge of cobalt and amber sparks to overtake those written words. Those lights only seem to intensify the amber overtaking Cobalt- encompassing the entirety of the scroll in an amber light. Just as swiftly as its' started, the scroll promptly contracts, effectively coiling upon itself before a ribbon of light magically manifests it about the item- quite literally sealing the deal. It's with a certain degree of casualness that the scrolls plucked from the air and extended over towards Satoshi, "..I believe we're sorted."
Muraski 's face scrunched at the brief explanation, "I see. It seems unfortunate for something like this to happen."
[Satoshi sorts Muraski. "Slytherin!"
Satoshi realizes she never sorted Dami or Markos, though.]
Satoshi accepts the scroll and stores it away in that depthless satchel of hers. Muraski's remark is given a vague shrug. "Unfortunate or not, lessons were learned. We don't play with thrall magic anymore."
Muraski watched the display of cobalt and amber, utterly intrigued by the flashyness of it all. Once entirely sealed the eye turns to look upon Kasyr directly, "Is there anything else that needs to be done? People to meet? Places to see? Or, is that everything?" He was rather curious.
Muraski nodded as Satoshi finished her words, eye still upon Kasyr. "That's a good thing, we wouldn't want husks roamining about Hollow. Blind obedience is destructive."
Satoshi said, "Places to see?" She steps sideways and gestures toward the snow-buried Frostmaw lurking behind the storm's veil. "Welcome to Frostmaw, the territory of our lot."
Kasyr can't help but grin, "Feel free to go to the tavern, you'll often bump into..well- 'us', as it were." From there, the Kensai can't help but perk up, "As a note, whether or note you can get your sire...up here, I would, en fait, appreciate it if you could seek out others of our kind. If you would be so kind?"
Muraski looked behind the female as she moved to the side and saw well, snow.. "So the frozen tundra is all to see?" A jesting tone offered with the words. "It happens to be rather cold up here unfortunately, so for the most part I will stay in Cenril. Though, I will be sure to come up to here from time to time." He turned to Kasyr, "I'll stay up here the next few days and meet who I can then, I have little other things to do in the way of plans. And, if I meet others who're with the vampiric traits, I will make sure to speak with them about joining, specially Zondo."
Satoshi shrugs at the jest, a half smile on her face. "I rather like my frozen tundra~." With that, the kit turns to leave, pausing only when she's barely visible through the snow, to call back, "Welcome, by the way. I'll try and keep that dragon from losing his scales, after you worked to get him here~." And the kit's gone as silently as a ghost then, likely making the long trip home through the storm and hoping her husband isn't far behind.
Kasyr is likely going to be hot on the kits' heels. He is, after all, enjoying his vacation.
Muraski followed them both into the frozen tundra for a short while, the man rather to embark on a seperate path after some time.. Hopefully, he would find his way to the tavern.