RP:Saiyah's reaction on hearing Sophie has been bitten.
Setting
The den of Vixens upstairs in The Hanging Corpse Tavern.
This rp took place during July 2008
The gentle healer with a simple bandaged arm.
Sophie enters the Vixen's den. She seems somehow different from the way she was last time she was here. She has a bandage on, her upper left arm, looks somewhat dishevelled, and moves as if every muscle was aching. She nods to the Naga and sits down a few seats away.
Saiyah quietly sipped at her drink, slowly dragging her finger tip across the table top, not really paying attention to much else around her. It was only when Sophie happend upon the room, that the naga glanced up and offered a coy smile to the woman she'd seen a few times before. She knew not of this one being Cabal, so a smile was all she'd get- then back to her drink.
Sophie orders a large whisky from Diamanda. The barmaid's nose twiches, as if scenting something odd abut Sophie's scent. Diamanda looks as if she is about to make a comment, but then seems to reconsider and just passes the elf her drink.
Saiyah wasn't a stranger to the odd scent either- she was part snake, and with that cames some snake abilities. Such as smell..a wicked sense of smell at that too. Her nose sniffed once, then twice- and when it seemed she was about to make a comment, (or as best a mute could) she raised the empty glass to Diamanda for a 'nother round. She glanced once again to the elf, eyeing the bottle of whisky, then grinned.
Sophie passes her bottle of whiskey over to the Naga. Then takes from her pocket a small leather bag. She sprinkles a little dust from the bag, into her whiskey, then downs the whole glass, unusual behaviour for the normally polite elf. She asks Diamanda for another bottle. Only now does she become aware that the other two occupants of the room seem to be able to sense something strange about her scent. She indicates her bandaged arm."Werewolf bite" is all she mutters, before pouring herself another glass of whisky, and once more sprinkling on some pixie dust.
Her friend aims a silver-loaded crossbow right at poor Sophie.
Saiyah took the offer gladly, pouring what was left in the bottle back into her glass. She even took a shy glance at the dust that was poured in and grinned. Should she? Nah, the whisky was fine as is- for now. But when the mention of a bite reached her ears, the woman was not slow in getting her crossbow out, and loading none other then a silver arrow into the notch. How quaint. With the weapon now held eye level to the woman who said she was 'infected' Saiyah did not take -any- chances. A cold, dead stare was all she would get.
Sophie stares at the crossbow bolt, suddenly aimed in her direction in shock and fear! "I, I haven't started howling at the moon or anything. " she says a pleading tone in her voice. I am just ill and in pain. I am so glad Thea gave me this dust, it eases the pain greatly, I don't know how I could bear it otherwise." Sophie hasn't lied, she has as yet never transformed, yet she knows from Thea's diagnosis that it is only a matter of time......Even while she is begging the naga not to shoot, part of her wonders if it might not be easier just to die, and so be spared becoming some awful bloodthirsty beast.
Saiyah tilted her head, arching a brow and heaving a sigh. The bow was held steady as two more items were pulled out; blank parchment and a quill. She figured this a good time as any to conjure up a note, 'least blood was shed. Which really, she didn't want anyways. So, as she jotted down the note with one hand, and held ready the bow in the other, Saiyah made quick about finishing up. When it done, she slid it across the table for her eyes to read.
The note read - Sweetie, you were just bit, right? And you've not transformed, right? So, that means you could at any moment, yes? Nothing personal hun, I'd just rather not get bit, you know how it is- And Thea you say? What was the synopsis?"
Tears spring to Sophie's eyes as she remembers Thea's opinion that she has indeed, contracted lycanthropy. She thinks it is wisest not to share this however, with a silver crossbow bolt (equally deadly to Lycan and non Lycan alike) levelled at her. "Please, I don't want to hurt anyone" she says, her voice trembling. "I only came here for whisky to help my pain. I will leave now, and find someplace on my own, please don't shoot me, I haven't done anything."
Saiyah hated this. She had a rough few weeks, and violence really wasn't on her -things-I-need-to-do- list, but with a freshly bit woman who most likely had the lycanthrope disease, she wasn't going to take any chances. Sure, she said she wasn't here to do any harm, but every lycan that she had seen in the past said that, but when enraged in their beastial form, they seemed oblivious to those around them, the bloodlust in their eyes strong. Only once had she met a man who turned on her- literaly. Still, with mood as it was, the womans tears seemed to strike deep; the crossbow was lowered, and Saiyah gathered her things. Slowly she paid Diamanda and slithered off towards the corner to find her booth, leaving Sophie to have her drink, and Sai to keep her distance.
Sophie is still afraid that the naga may change her mind, she leaves, the room as quickly as her aching muscles will allow, and heads back downstairs.