RP:Proper Fitting
Part of the Unforeseen Consequences Arc
Part of the Chasing Lightning Arc
Coffin Maker's Rooftop
Kasyr is currently spattered with more blood than a back alley abortionist. Considering a portion of his afternoon has been spent eviscerating some of house Kikei's new recruits, the analogy isn't even entirely inaccurate. Relatively, anyways- since the Revenants blood is part of the sanguine mess staining his clothes, as not all of the vampires he'd come into conflict with were mere fledgelings. As of the current moment, he's dealing with one such troubling individual- albeit with a much more...hands on approach. Which is to say, the Kensai has is currently in the process of breaking enough of the poor sod's bones so that concentration is all but impossible, whilst simultaneously facilitating the process of stuffing the man into a coffin several sizes too small. Varens getting paid extra, to find an especially profound pit full of ravenous creatures to drop the item off in. Clearly, the Kensai's not overly fond of being disarmed and thrown through walls by an invisible force he can't see.
Satoshi doesn't technically need to follow the sounds of psychic vampires being eviscerated to find Kasyr, but it does make for a pleasant change of pace over tracking him through the bonds of their rings. Having chosen to take the rooftop route to avoid the nuisances of dark alleys and miscalculating thugs, the kit makes her strolling way in the kensai's direction, eventually reaching the steepled roof of Varen's coffin shop in time to witness a gruesome attempt at burial. Satoshi watches the scene a moment before sitting down to make herself comfortable, quite certain this isn't going to be a short process--it's not the emotions of a particularly happy revenant that she's picking up, after all. Best to let him take out his frustrations on the one who earned it. Not that this stops Satoshi from idly commenting when some of the screaming has subsided enough for her to be heard, "I think he might fit better if you put his spine at a sharper angle." If Kasyr bothers to look up, he'll find Satoshi lounging along the edge of the roof, tails and a leg hanging off into open air in a casually fearless manner. Directly behind her is a moderately sized sack of a dark material, with a few darker patches that suggest blood. Gesturing at this, the kit adds, "I brought you supper, in case you're hungry~. You certainly like look you've worked up an appetite." Buried somewhere beneath the amused, teasing demeanor is a quiet anxiety that Satoshi's been harboring since her confrontation with Wetutherag. Since awakening after that near-death match, something has felt... off. Not quite missing, but certainly altered. If she were to try to describe, she'd liken it to feeling as if it's slightly 'unvampire'. The bloodlust is gone, for one, although the thrill of mauling is still present, and the kinship to undead. Naturally, she'd seek out her sire and husband in hopes he has some sort of answer, or to see if he's even felt it too. Maybe she's just going crazy from eating a devil's heart...
Kasyr 's ears perk up when he gets wind of the suggestion, glancing up and over towards Satoshi. Whilst thoroughly pleased to see his wife, he can't help but display a touch of befuddlement and surprise, "...Sneaky. I didn't even get wind of you coming, cherie." It's with a shake of his head that the Kensai backs away from his current 'work-in-progress', a glance spared towards Varen, "If you could see to him getting buried. Maybe pour a little dragons blood on him to keep him from getting focused- and doing that all tout de suite? I'll see about leaving a sizeable tip when you return." That said, the Kensai gives the coffin-crammed vampire a sharp stomp, before moving towards the wall Satoshi is perched upon, intent upon nimbly clambering up towards her position, "The offer of food, as a note, was not missed, mon amour. I'd be more than happy to break bread with vous. Or..necks, as it were."
Satoshi looks as surprised as Kasyr. "You didn't notice me? Really?" Well, that's a first. Normally she'd be delighted at having successfully caught the kensai off-guard, but when coupled with her present anxieties, it just makes her feel all the more... not right. "Must have been fairly focused on your work, eh? Either or, good thing you're hungry, because the meal was a nuisance to get here." A pointed glare is shot at the sack beside her which squirms and gives a plaintive squeal as if aware of the look. With a foot, Satoshi nudges the shuddering bag toward Kasyr, only adding, "Watch out for the horn. He's still got a bit of energy left, despite a broken leg. ...Or four."
Redhale || A sickening cold drops through the air at the sound of a grinding sigh nearby. Soon after a loud punching noise declares the opening of one of the many coffins lining the walls and from it creeps Redhale, twisting upside down and sideways to extract his bulky, illogical form from the slim and sensible coffin, "Your type don't belong in the ground, Kasyr. I'll not bury them in my cemetary at any rate, so unless that coffin is being sent out of town..."
Satoshi involuntarily squeaks when Redhale talks. She hadn't expected his sudden, and oh-so-creepy, appearance. She recovers quickly, though, throwing him a salute from her perch on the rooftop with Kasyr. "Evening, Spooky."
Satoshi dropped 1 Baby Unicorn.
Redhale picked up 1 Baby Unicorn.
Satoshi dubs Redhale a food thief! =O
Redhale dropped 1 unicorn leftovers.
Redhale burps.
Satoshi ewws.
Kasyr is in the process of extracting his delightful 'extra rare' steak from the sack. A little tricky, really, given that he's maintaining a conversation, and dodging being gouged with a horn, "Duly noted. Taken with a grain of salt even..if there was any on hand. Maybe some pe..er.." Redhale's appearance is greeted with a broad grin on the Kensai's part, even as he begins to apply his body weight towards the unicorns head, so as to snap it's neck. "Well. If you're so adverse to him being buried alive and fed to abberations, you could always have him for whatever nefarious purposes you may have in mind. Especially for someone with such a potent mind." Goddamn psychics."He's already gift wrapped, too. Otherwise, i'm just going to pour some oil on him, set him on fire, et nudge him down into the ravine. Trolls will likely smell the cooked meat, and find him when he's done crisping."
Redhale was careful not to suggest that he preferred vampires crispy and still, but nonetheless seemed more than content with Kasyr's suggestion, "Well, as long as he isn't going to bother anybody. We need our rest too, you know." The undead didn't really need rest so much as they just really enjoyed it, their dead nature, and therefore inability to digest, being probably the only reason hundreds of obese zombies weren't seen throughout the city, "A good mind is worhtless is a bad body anyway, and I tend to avoid vampire parts when it comes to fixing up my brothers, they just don't act the same."
Satoshi, while not a necromancer by any means, finds this tidbit of information nonetheless interesting, mentally storing it away with all the other arcane trivia she's gained over the years. It's enough to keep the magus quiet while Kasyr and Redhale continue their exchange, apparently content just to listen... and watch the semi-glittering blood of the unicorn trickle off the roof's edge and into one of the coffin's below. Someone will have an either very cursed or very blessed burial, if Satoshi had to guess.
Kasyr makes a brief motion as though to signal his momentary lack of participation. And the reason why is fairly apparent, when the Kensai is fairly hasty in trying to make a meal out of the unicorn. Especially since his particular vampiric 'gift' of drawing free flowing blood to himself is currently manifesting itself in every mouthful, effectively minimizing the mess. It's only when he's done gorging himself that he nudges the poor thing off towards Satoshi, "Merci, Madamoiselle. That was certainly a delectable treat." That said, he then turns and addresses Redhale, "I imagine the unwilling recipient of our..hospitality is almost now. I'm fairly sure being set on fire and hurled off a cliff is still a quicker way to go than originally intended." Allowing himself a brief smirk, the Kensai than leans forward, a curious look offered to Redhale, "Though on the subject of our..hospitality, I am curious. How are you doing with our...unwelcome friends? The ones detailed in Navarians report? I'll confess, my response has been rather brutish- but I'm lacking alternatives."
Redhale lumbered out onto the street proper while making some kind of bowing motion that was probably supposed to indicate some form of greeting to Satoshi, though it seemed his shape was even more unnatural than ever today as his hunkering form settled into an odd-angled slump and his face peered out from one bulging side of his body, "Well, they don't take well to mixing with any of our kind; there's a tendency for them to combust, disintegrate or otherwise vanish whenever I go poking about their structure. As for their home, I don't think they -enjoyed- having man-sized bolts of energy exploding around it, but nothing seems to do any real damage, or repair, to that tear." He twisted around again, at least bringing his head to the top of his form but otherwise looking no more comfortable, "Ikara and her sister have been… Convinced to attempt a patch job; since I don't seem to be able to convince the things from coming through I figured maybe we could block them off." The seamstresses knew very little magic, but Vailkrin had that in abundance.
Satoshi eyes the dead unicorn a moment before pushing it aside with a quietly murmured, "Not hungry." Truth is, she hasn't felt the slightest resemblance to hunger in a week. Redhale's rearranging body wouldn't help much in producing an appetite anyway, thanks, for anyone with less than an ironcast stomach. Satoshi is far from squeamish but even she can't quite help fidgetting at the unnatural angles the illusionist adopts. The mention of Vailkrin's not-quote-welcome tourists gets the kit looking toward Kasyr with a small degree of interest. "Can I have one? I promise to kill it thoroughly."
Kasyr can't help but purse his lips, a thoughtful expression on his face, "Sealing it would be an ideal scenario. And I'll confess, I was quite the fan of your last innovation. That modification to the rooftops- though, unforunately, it seems that experience has led to a lessened reliance on ground bound vermin. The air is ..littered with those pestilent creatures. Et some of them aren't all that small, I've noticed." It's at this point that the Kensai gestures towards Satoshi, "I imagine there's some skewered on rooftops, though the skies contain..other kinds." With a hapless shrug and a fleeting smile, the Kensai returns his focus to Redhale, "Do you have any thoughts on how to deal with the Cultists et their ilk, as well as their leader? I'm having a fair bit of difficulty in locating him." The lack of empathic energy is the big one. Emotionless mass murderers are tricky to find, as voids of Empathic force are typically only noticeable when nearby.
Redhale nodded with Kasyr's response to Satoshi, "Take as many as you like, they're no good to me. More useless than Vamp limbs, and absolutely no good for eating. Honestly, I think my men spend about as much time cleaning up as they do killing." To Kasyr he offered a tentative suggestion, "I could try to find them, but to attempt to do so alone would not be my first option…" His lack of sight had inspired other methods of distinguishing things, but to use it to define anything other than his immediate surroundings would be somewhat foolhardy, "Perhaps it would be best to get their own kind to find them. Surely they have ways of recognizing each other, and an alliance with a psion could be a valuable asset anyway; I'd be willing to sink a fair amount of resources into any services such a person could offer."
Kasyr grimaces, just a touch, "I'm unforunately lacking, when it comes to an awareness of...Psions that I would not want to hurl out a window. At least so long as Caedan es not in the area." Which is to say, the revenant isn't exactly relishing the idea of trying to find a member of house Kikei that -isn't- a treacherous slug. "Though, I suppose it's better than following them around and hoping he has another of his large sermons." That's essentially been the Revenants plan, asofar. Whilst it's resulted in a few near encounters, it's mostly amounted to a whole lot of nothing. "Still. It's an idea. Is there any other matter's you'd like to address, monsieur?"
Redhale pondered Caedan's whereabouts himself for a long moment. He wondered whether he would be able to call her, somehow. Most of the people who had been to the pool still held some affinity for the place, after all, and he was technically in charge of those left behind by Jolie, not that many of them would, or should, let that mean much. He pulled out of his daze slowly, words drawling for a few seconds before reaching regular pace again, "Well, maybe we could "convince" one of them to do our bidding. Assaulting the mind of a psion would be hard work, but illusionism and certain psionic abilities aren't too different; perhaps I'll be able to rewire their feelings a bit, if you can bring me one… As for other news…" He lapsed into thought again. There was so much to do: The city was still being rebuilt even as it was being attacked; political alliances needed to be formed and, in some cases, power plays would need to be made; the library always needed more work and more books, not to mention the recovery and repair of his own spelltome, the loss of which was probably why he couldn't make sense of his to do list anyway, "I'll… I'll let you handle other news for now. Find Saiyah, perhaps? She's been about…" Or maybe Redhale could do that too, the snake seemed to have a vague affinity with him, clan associations aside.
Kasyr gives Redhale an exceptionally cattish grin, "Already bumped into her. En fait, I also poised a particular idea of mine to the damoiselle , to act as my...emissary for an 'aid' effort. In Alithyra, since Vuryal uprooting his empire left that city in a bad spot. If you'd like to discuss the idea with her, et perhaps offer your own suggestions, well, I leave that to you. If you'd like to get in touch with her, I could probably seek her out again." Tilting his head off to the side, the Kensai casually adds, "And I'll see if I can find one of the cults lieutants, and take him alive. ...I'll likely bring assistance for such an endeavour, however- since they are somewhat..vexsome to deal with." Especially when working in tandem. "Anything beyond that to add?" The Kensai pauses for a moment, before he tilts his head back and gives Satoshi a good long look, "For that matter, whilst I am thoroughly appreciative of your appearance mon cher- I am curious if it's business or pleasure that brought you here, since you don't make a habit of coming down here." Not that he can blame her. Vailkrin might be interesting, but only in the same sense as a magically animated bear trap, that wanted to give your face a hug.
Satoshi hisses at Kasyr, as is her typical reaction when someone speaks the Leech's name. And then coughs, in a poor attempt to mask the reflex. "Ahem. A little of both, business and pleasure wise."
Redhale nodded distractedly, "I need to speak with her on other matters, but I'll be sure to keep that all in mind," If he could, "If you need a hand with the cultists, take some of the soldiers with you. There isn't much inside their heads to mess with. Some of them don't even have heads."
Kasyr definitely looks like he's contemplating that proposal. Sure, they'd still be vulnerable to being hurled around- but he wouldn't have to worry about them falling prey to those other tricks. And they'd no doubt prove adequate as a distraction. "...Noted. But yes, I'll direct her over to you, if I see her." That said, he redirects his attention towards Satoshi, a faint look of sympathy offered in response to her less-than-pleasent reaction to that less-than-pleasent name. "Duly noted. So, whilst I am ecstatic to see tu, mon cher- I must confess a slight bit of concern. Es the business related to something making our lives more complicated...or?" There's an edge to his voice there, an indication of how concerned he was as to the situation abroad. Demi-gods roaming about were always tricky business.
Redhale croaked out, "I'd appreciate that..." His voice was a little more choked than usual, which made for a stifling sentence indeed, the cause of which was explained when his mask cracked open horizontally and spewed forth a mess of shining sick, "I'm sorry, I seem to be a bit under the weather, I think I'd better take my leave...
Satoshi had no idea undead could be physically ill. Also a useful tidbit of information. ...and a gross one. Shuddering at the image, the magus devotes her attention to Kasyr to avoid seeing any more of Redhale's illness littering the floor of Varen's shop. "No business to make things complicated, more so... interesting?" In explanation, Satoshi retrieves a fabric-wrapped, bundle from her bag and hands it over to Kasyr before saying, "Stavret said this was yours for the keeping until the day he decides he wants it back. Then, our truce is at an end."
Satoshi gave 1 Penzance Sabre to Kasyr.
Kasyr quirks an eyebrow at Redhales' display, clearly perplexed by it. Really, it was worrisome to think of what the Dark Man could have eaten, that gave him such terrible indigestion. That being said, the Revenant doesn't linger upon that issue long, allowing Satoshi to fully claim his attention. "Duly noted. Was there any other specifications he had in mind?" The kensai gingerly accepts the bundle during this time, if only so he can go about unwrapping it. It's only when he takes in the sight of that once familiar sword that his brows knit, "Hrm. Bit of an Omen, j'suppose."
Satoshi shrugs. "He's sort of a walking death omen, isn't he? The specifications were straightforward, however. Or as straightforward as drow can be. His people don't bother us, we don't bother him, and in fact... he and I are going hunting soon together. We've a bug's pet to exterminate. Also, I was curious... what brand of sword do you fancy, anyway? You had a bit of a choice when it came to that old brute of yours, but if you could only select one type, what would it be?"
Kasyr honestly looks puzzled for a moment. Whilst he was certainly fond of Katana's, the entities that he typically -needed- to use a weapon against, tended towards a certain surreal durability. A rather unnatural bit of size and mass was simply par for the course. "A broad sword, J'pense. Whilst typically slow, J'en suis certain- rather, I am absolutely positive that I should be able to circumvent that particular weakness. Some of the time, anyways." With that said, the kensai quietly adds, "And as for our...momentary ally found in Kuzial- I'm simply wondering just how prepared he'll be, when he comes to retrieve his sword. I imagine he'll choose quite the inconvenient time to do so."
Satoshi nods, making a mental note of the answer. Gikal would know what to do with it, while simultaneously assigning her sixteen other tasks of retrieval. The kit climbs to her feet then and reaches skyward to stretch out her back, stiff as it was from sitting atop the roof. "He's insane and murderous by even -drow- standards, of course he'll pick an inconvenient time. That's why you can't be caught flat-footed." Stretching aside, Satoshi moves to plop down beside Kasyr and claims his lap as a pillow so that she can lounge while still able to look up at him. She reaches up to wipe away a stray droplet of blood from the kensai's cheek then before continuing upward toward those calico ears, determined to give one a light tug of affection. "That was all the business I came to see you about, as a note~..."
Kasyr affords Satoshi a bit of a grin, at both her positioning and mannerisms, though all it takes is a brief glance at the sky to make him look a bit concerned, "Well, whilst I'm never one to complain about having naught but pleasure to indulge in with tu- given how dry and dreary work can be... I'd much prefer we sidle over to the corpse- et find a location that es not apt to find itself potentially roosted on by those..abberations that are resting in the sky." It's with a slight smirk that the kensai leans in to give her a fleeting kiss, "Je vous en garanti, they would kill the mood~"
Satoshi glares at the sky and the unseen abberations. "Spoilsports." But she's consent to going back to the Corpse... if Kasyr carries her, that is. She's a queen, she's allowed to be lazy every once in a while, especially when she's taken a very brief vacation from impending war to visit her husband.
Kasyr moves to get up, if only to notice Satoshi remaining seated, with her attention fixed on him. Recognizing the look, as well as the relaxed posture, the Kensai simply proceeds to scoop his wife up, if only so they can meander along the rooftops until they reach the Corpse. Satoshi get's her lazy bit of lounging, and the kensai gets to play the hero.