RP:Quarterly Report

Part of the Welcome To The End Of Eras Arc

Summary: Langley finds Kasyr and expresses her need for new test subjects. Kasyr suggests the feral vampire population, intending to find someone to hunt them down for scientist.

Alternate Title: What Would The Neighbors Think?

Vaiilkrin, In the Capital

Langley || Under normal circumstances, Langley was not the sort to make use of unofficial entryways. Sure, she had done her fair share of unannounced arrivals but she preferred to do so with a modicum of decency by at least coming in through the front door. But it seemed as of late, Langley was wrought with a sense of urgency that bid her to make some necessary social faux pas. It was such a sense of urgency that brought Langley to where she was now, rhythmically tapping her manicured nails against the glass of Kasyr's chamber window.

Were anyone to walk by and hazard a look upward, they would be greeted with quite the odd sight. The necromancer stood way up there all poised and dignified as if she were not a few stories up in the air. From underneath her clothes, there had emerged several inky black tendrils. The tip of each was firmly embedded in the stone of the castle wall. It was uncouth without a doubt but this saved her the effort of having to go through guards and staff and avoided the mild annoyance of having to explain to them why she did not care if Kasyr had retired to his chambers.

"Come now, child. I know you're awake." Langley called out, her patience wearing thin. "I've been watching you. I know when you sleep."

Kasyr hadn't been sleeping, not really. Certainly, he'd gone through the motions- asking for the attendants not to disturb him for a few hours short of an emergency, and even closing the curtains, for the illusion of privacy they afforded. But to say he found even a fascimile of rest in that room would be a gross overestimation. At least not that evening- certainly not now, as a dreadful presence creeps up along the wall of the castle like some nightmarish arachnid, garbed in fine-clothes and faux manners.

"Calice." A thin sliver of moonlight slices through the room, the curtain rustled by the insistent tapping at the glass, and the swordsman finally deigns to slither from the tangle of sheet and limb he'd made- ignoring the slight ache that settles into his limbs as he shambles towards the nearby drawer and snags a pack of cigarettes from it. And that's about it, for his preperations- as any attempt at finding small clothes evaporates with Langleys spoken 'invitation' to chat.

Which is what leads to the Kensai stepping through that narrow divide between the curtains, counting on the windowsill to provide him at least the illusion of decency, though it does little to mask the mottled bruises and cuts that mar his torso. If anything, the dull gleam of moonlight, paired with the glow of his cigarettea only serve to paint them in a lurid light "Tabernac. What in Daedrias' name do you want, Madamoiselle?" There's a pause, and the Kensai leans forward, "Et non, you're not invited in- You can sit there for the moment, s'il te-plait."

Langley || Truth be told, Langley was not looking for or expecting an invite. She was much too busy for niceties and besides, what would the townsfolk say. A young vampire sneaking into Kasyr's room at night… the gossips would have a field day with that one. Instead, she just deposited a thick stack of papers bound in leather upon the window sill.

"Reports thus far on my efforts. I've been able to make the serum work… to an extent. Incidentally, it seems I've been promoted in House Markan. Alas, I've run a bit dry on test subjects so progress has slowed down a bit."

Kasyr is mildly grateful that Langley doesn't push the issue further, in part due to the same considerations that the faux-vampire had in regards to the potential gossip, though largely due to the fierceness in which he guards what little space he can call his own.

And thus, he feels somewhat at ease to crack the window open enough to retrieve the provided documentation, the cigarette removed from his lips so he can hover it closer to the pages and get a better idea of what he'd been offered. Suffice to say, the grim details that remained within, both in regards to experiments aftermath, and the numbers involved both serve as a stark reminder of who he was making a deal with. "Charognes, n'est ce pas?" There's a pause, as he settles the papers down- making a mental reminder to skirt through the pike more thoroughly at a later date. "That's what you need, isn't it? Bodies. Why you couldn't wait til the morning, en fait."

The words are sour on his tongue, but the Kensai had long braced himself for the necessary costs that leadership would entail. It was hardly the first unpleasentry, and doubtlessly, it would be far from the last, "I'd rather you -didn't- avail yourself of any unsanctioned bodies, either." The kensai pauses here, before casually adding, "Have you considered using strays? The feral ones, au moin?" His contempt for that lot- left to dwindle until they became bestial like Rynvalian dragons was... Well, the less said, the better.

Langley did not love the idea of burning through citizens either. It was what prevented her from decimating her "siblings" in order to test the serum further. Ruling over a dead house was hardly an ideal scenario, especially since Langley lacked the ability to replenish the ranks.

"I had not considered strays, no. But I imagine that no one would be sad if a few dozen of their kind show up dead and dissected." Langley mused. No, they would probably consider it an act of community service. "And no rest for the wicked, as they say. Sleep is just wasted time. I gave that up decades ago."

"Fascinating, this serum." Langley hummed, producing a vial of the stuff from seemingly nowhere with a well-timed flick of the wrist. "In its current state, I imagine it could be very easily weaponized. Or make for quite the combat stimulant, should the recipe be perfected and… minorly adjusted."

Kasyr's estimation of it's use is a bit more dire, if what he'd gleaned was accurate, "A poison. A way to burn through your opposition if their hubris saw them grasping for any advantage they could find." There's an acidity there, that he's doing his best to curtail, "Let's -not- experiment on our people unnecessarily. There's a finite limitation to amount of ferals - of the strays that can't be rehabilitated. Et I'm not keen on producing more so you can unnecessarily drive up a body count on a side project, cherie."

The swordsman pauses, a thin trail of smoke exhaled, "Es there anything else you need beyond warm bodies, or were you simply checking in so I could help address your current concern?"

Langley || "C'est belle, I do believe. Am I hunting these ferals down all by my lonesome or do you have any leads that I should look into? Either way is fine by me but I do appreciate anything that can expedite the situation." Langley said with a bit of a shrug. She certainly had no interest in wasting her own time if efforts were already underway.

"Otherwise, you should get some rest, child. You look half dead." The necromancer added with a bit of a laugh. She was sure the humor would fall completely flat on this perpetually grumpy vampire but she simply could not help herself.

Kasyr actually has to pause and think about Langleys question- because whilst the simple answer was for them to sort out the problem themself- the simple fact of the matter was that the importance of their project -did- necessitate a certain degree of delegation. And thus, the swordsman falls quiet for a few long moments as he sorts through the mental backlog of pertinent individuals. Asharam and Trintus, for instance- had both taken in the more lucid thralls in past, but that wasn't the sort of individuals he was willing to throw at Langley. Which meant finding someone that specialized in murder, or retrieval. And frankly, while house Nasar is the first that comes to mind- he's still less than amenable to involving them in any of his business if he can help it. "I'll look into it. Work with what you have for the moment, but I'll see if I can establish a supply line soon, d'accord?"

The comment of rest elicits little more than a faint roll of his eyes, "I'll rest when I'm dead. I'm sure there's no shortage of people looking to help me along, en fait." There's a brief pause as he turns his attention back to the folder, his fingers tapping against both the proof of the existing body count- and the experiments that promised still more, "But they can wait until we get this done. Anyways, I suppose, if that's all, we can speak again when you either run into further issues, have a breakthrough- or I call for you once I've gotten a bit more of the diplomatic elements out of the way." Translation. You may shoo.