RP:New Plans
Part of the Souls Out of Time Arc
Synopsis: Sabrina and Eirik meet up near the boards in Larket. During which they discuss a new plan for examining Rachel. After the events of Artia's birthday party, Eirik no longer trusts the witch.
Nameless Street
The road widens here impressively, cobbled and lined with landscaping. A sign, chiseled out of stone and freshly painted, states that the name of this path is, oddly enough, Nameless Street. It would seem that the citizens of Larket grew accustomed to calling it that, and so the name stuck. Nameless Street runs south to the town center, and north to a very famous spot. Eastward, Nameless narrows into a smaller street.
Sabrina was postured neatly, staring up at the board made for people averaging much taller than herself. She doesn’t need to squint but she does so often get tired of looking up. Her hair is drawn up in war braids as it was before, though this time the younglings of Sage Forest where she came from donned them up with blue feathers and small tokens that were designed to make noise when one walked, really, they were training tools for lower grades to practice stealthy movement. In any case, the Elfess mastered that skill long ago and to the children’s dismay the tokens did not chime, even when she did gracefully descend to the lush green floor. And now she stands here, gawking at the chicken scratch scribbles of the less refined.
Eirik arrives without further word. Eyes in the distance lost in thought over scenes from just the other night; he was visibly bothered by something that had happened. The board is almost not noticed. Sabrina almost ignored despite the odd noise making devices attached to her. Who would he find to inspect Rachel now that he couldn’t trust Artia? Hand reaches up to point at some of the notices while he scans the public board. Nothing he was interested in is found and finally he sighs. Sights turn to the healer and a small forced smile tugs at his lips. “So, anything planned for today?” He asks idly, trying to tear thoughts from mind. He didn’t want to drink and felt more or less, that work would do the trick.
Sabrina is still looking at the board when she speaks. “My Queen has suggested I tag along on this upcoming venture of yours to Chartsend, with Lady Artia. I am gathering the fortitude to wander her way to see if she requires my assistance.” It was a big thing for Sabrina to ask anything of the witch, having it known throughout the lands her distaste of the lifestyle she chose, not even counting the things she had stolen. All behind her now, what ever Artia had taken was meant to be as the Healer turns to her mate with a smooth grin. “I am not entirely barbaric you know. We elves are known to be quite cordial when we have to be.” She traces his features, her smile fading to one of concern. “What trouble you?”
Eirik adjusts his gaze to fall into her eyes as she speaks; taking note of her words. Well at least there is some good news to be had. The Queen suggested Sabrina to go and she was actually considering it. “I’d like your company.” He lets that fake smile disappear from his features before he answers her final question. “Artia will not be going. Whether she wants to or not.” He waves his hand at the mention of it, showing a visible sign of disgust. She had become everything he detested, there is no way he would trust her. “I can’t trust her anymore. Nor can I ensure Rachels safety around Artia. That is what troubles me.” There is plenty more to it, but Eirik does not add any further words to the apothecarian Vampire she had become. “I need to find another mage to inspect Rachel and send their reports on to Larket. Do you happen to know anyone capable of doing such a thing?” Down to business.
Sabrina smiles at first, she felt he enjoyed her company almost as she enjoyed his. “I felt a little intrusive, to be honest.” With news of Artia she frowns. “But it is by order of the King.” And with his explanation she nods in agreement. Mostly. “What changed, Mel’amin?” She slides her arms around his middle, but keeps her attention to his eyes and the gravelly tones of his voice. He was more concerned than he was letting on, no doubt sugar coating his real feelings to spare her. “Valen… but Maldor goes with him so… I am thinking that option is bad.” A soft suggestion is made, treading lightly due to previous events. “Have you told the King your intentions and why?” Macon usually expected what was dictated, and changes under his nose were likely to be frowned upon. She did not want Eirik to lose face because of politics.
Eirik smiles then, seeing her own concern in that line of questioning, in her features and posture. His own arms move around her to return that idle embrace. “A lot of things.” Eyes move away from Sabrina for a moment, while he processes what she has said. “Its a good thing he’s not my king then huh?” Finally gaze moves back to her. “Something happened at her Birthday last night. She opened herself up to a vampire. In front of all.” His jaw clenches. “Filthy abomination. Illisaria, my old master, is a Vampiric witch. If there was -any- goodness in her it faded a long time ago.” Obviously Eirik didn’t care about the politics, the backstabbing or twisting his words to appease the crowd. He was straight forward and blunt. Macon, whether king of Larket would have to earn his chaotic hearts respect on deed, not title. However, the northman felt like action would soon be needed and despite his thoughts on politics, Eirik would carve up witches if asked to. “Valen, could be useful. But he is unpredictable.” Sights move to the arm Maldor had just carved up. “Do you know anyone else?”
Sabrina lets go of him, taking a step back in awe. “She did what?” A look to the ground the board, then his feet. “On purpose? But, why..” A gasp. “Eirik, what about that baby?” Her heart was pounding. Would Artia eat her own baby? His words on Illisaria didn’t help; fledglings were notorious for spilling blood uncaring. The King would understand this, he had to. His question is met with a brain cycling through all this new information. “I-I don’t know… I tend to stay away from magic.” A single digit twirls invisible space about her temple. “The whispers, mostly.” She hadn’t been privy to a lot of light magic, as mages tended to drift to the more foreboding things these days. There were never just Mages anymore. Pilar lost her magic, but… Thamalys. “I have a healer, he is… odd.” But why did it have to be a mage? Oh, right… the part of the story she missed… something about possession.
Eirik would suddenly don an expression of absolute seriousness. His normal smiling features turn grim, twisting with disgust. “The child is the offspring of a monster. I don’t care what happens to it.” That was the truth. No matter his past with Artia, she is no longer that innocent child he once knew. At this moment he realizes that Sabrina wasn’t even privy to his history with Artia. In these few moments, Sabrina might catch his disgust for what Artia was - in his mind. Such things would be a violent shove into becoming something more than he was. He had sworn that he would kill Illisaria and all of her kind. Every Vampiric witch. He needed to figure out how too. “I’m sure Macon would understand.” Thats the last bit of information he adds to the scenario presented. “Can your healer sense magic within another?” He was quick to change the topic from further discussion.
Sabrina is a bit taken aback by his response, but his feelings were his own and he had every right to them. And he wasn’t wrong, that child was born of a witch and so, would a witch become. “If its active, I can sense magic within people, and the Queen… she is susceptible to it as well.” Good luck getting the King to let her out of his sight. Other than that she seems unable to really put a name to the problem. “But I don’t know about Thamalys, I have only seen him use it before.” Magics were so different in how they took hold in each individual that she could not gauge the extent of his abilities.
Eirik takes a further second to weigh her words. “Wait.” His features turn from grim to friendly again. “If its active?” He remembers the anger from days past, and her reaction to touching the mark he carried. “Suppose we put the child under high stress. Might be visible right?” Eirik suddenly smiled, at wicked thoughts. If Rachel was possessed then what he would do, didn’t matter. In the end it was only a test to reveal if the child deserved to live or not. The Northman didn’t mind being a monster. “You solved my problem Sabrina. But you might not like whats going to happen.” He would let go of her embrace finally, “Can you be ready to go in a few days time?” He had much to prepare for before their journey took place.
Sabrina squirms out the embrace as he is about to let go, like he just unleashed a bag of slightering spiders. “Wait, what?” She gets the hibby-gibbies. “You want to put me… in a room, with an active entity that you don’t even know how strong it is? Or -IF- it is?” She shakes her head. “No Eirik… it isn’t visible, it just hurts. And what if it touches me, what then? Power surge and you die?” She is a little spastic over this magic issue. “I don’t know, Eirik. You risk a lot putting me in the vicinity of that thing.” She seemed far less concerned over the baby now, moving on. But, she didn’t want him to go alone either. She takes the bangles from her belt. “I’m in… but you are so damn lucky I love you.”
Eirik thinks for a moment longer. It is a dangerous plan indeed. That touch of hers is still beyond Eiriks understanding. He would have to take her word for it. “Well, we are testing this. Perhaps, its like my mark?” He continued to think on the topic. “What if, it becomes visible to the eyes?” He started to pace for a moment, further examining what he knew already. “If thats the case you wouldn’t -have- to touch it. Just help me kill or remove it.” Hand moves to rub at his chin, it could be powerful. In fact he remembers waking up to being skinned by Maldor; Rohk and Sabrina were both there as well. “Would Rohk mind laying in wait?” Eyes flick back to Sabrina as body comes to a halt. “What if, I collect her and tell her we are taking her to an orphanage, were she would have a chance at finding a home?” His mind was quick to build the details. “And then, once we are at the plains, induce a severe amount of stress. Rohk remaining in hiding, unless Rachel is possessed. It’ll be three on one. Just like what I woke too.”
Sabrina mulls it over. “Rohk isn’t going to want to do you any favors without a proper bribe.” And she shrugs. “the only way I know how to deal with those things is to kill it.” She is pacing so she turns to face him. “But, Rohk is also fairly immune to dark magic if something does come up.” Not immune, if she ever did put two and two together, the hound had transferred damage to her on several occasions. “Or, I can just slap her.” That was often stressful, to be backhanded by a complete stranger. Deep down where it counts Sabrina was a simple kind of creature. “Rohk would be there very fast if he thought my life was in danger.” And then it wouldn’t give the hound an opportunity to barter his skillset. She is still going about this with the option that Rachel is fine, not realizing the full potential that if she weren’t
Eirik gave that big grin of his, she had answered his question without even realizing it. “Oh I don’t plan on Rohk doing me any favors.” Finally he hinted at his plan to Sabrina. If the child was possessed he counted on Rohk showing up to save Sabrina. He counted on using the hell hounds nature against it, without consent. “Thing does like to show up when you’re in trouble Sabrina.” Finally he had a plan of action. “We can go this week end, until then I need to prepare some things. You should also prepare for the worst. Assume its going to be like mine at the very least.” He would wait for her response before making his journey away. “I love you,” his last words to leave his lips.
Sabrina was stunned... did he just offer her up as bait? Preparations indeed, she meant to make herself as weak as possible to prevent the witchling from gaining any power... in the meantime, that sonovabitch! "Do you?" It was a tease, she was up for it, but his nature might have offended her for a short moment.