RP:She Listens!

Tyler is sitting at the bottom of the crude stairs that lead up into the mouth of the infamous Kelay Tavern. The blue haired human busy running his finger tips over the sleeve that is tattooed across his right arm. The art work is a perfect replica of the night sky that is opening up over head at this very moment. However, his admiration of Meri's work doesn't last very long as the sudden rush of patrons heading out for a night of drinking begin rushing in. The crowd forcing the man from his place of rest. With a huff he moves across the street and takes to leaning up against the outside of the shop and simply scowls towards those rushing in to drown out their problems. "Worthless swines.", he mutters beneath shallowed breath.

Lilyanne appears a meter or so beside Tyler. Alright, she doesn't just appear, but when contrasted with the rowdy crowd passing into the tavern, the vampiress's approach from the west is nearly silent. And so she stops before the blue-haired male, a smirk curving her lips as the male's words capture her attention. "They do snort an awful lot," is her contribution to the topic, though only spoken once the swarm have entered the establishment. Her chocolate-hued gaze then dips towards the tattooed sleeve, a brow lifting in interest. "Meri," are the two syllables spoken. The vampiress's expression softens a tad, evidently fond of the tattoo artist and familiar enough with her work to recognize it. "Nice ink," is then added as he line of vision slides up to Tyler's own eyes.

Tyler jerks in surprise as he hears a voice so close to him. His head snaps in Lilyanne's direction and she earns an odd uncomfortable stare until she makes mention of his arm. Those caramel hues of his bounce down to his arm and then back up to the newcomer. It takes him a moment to speak as he is far too busy examining the woman and trying to determine if he should jump for her throat now or later. This turns out to be the woman's lucky day as the man seemingly decides to drop all signs of aggression as he finally responds to her comment. "Thank you. It's still fairly new." He forces a smile before taking a few steps in Lily's direction and extending a gloved hand, "Tyler Dyalus, and you are?" He questions with no shortage of curiosity in his voice.

Lilyanne blinks as the stranger turns to her in that uncomfortable stare. In that split second, her expression shifts from open friendliness to adopt an element of wariness. Instinctively and subtly, her right hand shifts within the shadows of her shadow-spun cloak to rest against the pommel of one of her sheathed daggers. Just in case. However, violence is soon proven to be unnecessary as Tyler's emotions shift once more. Head tilting minutely to a side, the vampiress remains cautious even through the male's forced smile. It's a good thing she does because that particular name is very familiar to her. "Lilyanne, but most call me Lily," is the assassin-trained femme's own introduction. Her hand outstretches to clasp Tyler's in a firm shake. "Tyler," is then echoed in repetition. "You're famous." The smile on her face speaks of no harm, despite her still-present wariness.

Tyler lofts a brow of his own at the mention of his social status. "Oh?", he coos coolly during the quick shake between the duo. Once their hands break he would pull the glove from his hand and use his bare palm to push the blue bangs out of his eyes. "For all the deeds of good I've done for the community, I assume? Cleaning the litter, planting the flowers and OH, offing that one rich woman." His grin has transformed into something cynical as he moves to slide the glove back onto his hand. "I'm actually surprised people are still going on about that bit. You here to collect some sort of bounty or somethin'?" His eyes bounce up and down the woman's figure to examine her closely, eying for any sort of threat. "What's the price up too now-a-days anyway?" A soft chuckle emitting from a rasp throat. Falling against the outside of the shop once again he would shrug offer a playful taunt to the vampire. "I'm afraid you didn't bring enough people though hun. Come back when you've got a friend or six." Arrogance. It rings out to mask the constant state of worry Tyler has been in since he reclaimed the mind of his former and his demons. The instincts of the man telling him to turn and flee, or to drive his kunai into the woman's chest. Yet his mind, his arrogance tells him to stay and play. After all, maybe this wasn't just some other broad looking for a quick buck.

Lilyanne lifts a brow in apparent surprise of her own as she withdraws her hand after the shake. The motion, coupled with the gentle breeze, billows her shadow-spun cloak enough to betray the presence of three daggers strapped to her left side. The vampiress, however, seems to have no intention of reaching for those. "It's all over the paper," are the smooth tones used to explain his infamy. Idly shifting her weight from her left to right side, her gaze levels to consider the male just as carefully as she is being scrutinized. "And there's a bounty on you? Now, that's something I haven't heard of. Though..." The female trails off with a grin that betrays no fangs. "...I let the law do what the law does best. Afterall, I may be on your side. I know a thing or two about not being the right of mind." She is, yet again, drawing from the paper's words. "That is, assuming the paper's words actually are an accurate re-telling of the tales."

Tyler can't contain the laughter that erupts from his lungs as she makes mention of the reliability of the paper. "Sweet heart, the law is nothing but a bunch of crooks and power hungry *explicit* heads. That paper could be telling the truth as far as I know." He shrugs off the encounter and moves closer to Lilyanne, tossing an arm around her shoulders and pulling her in a bit closer to him. His right hand extends and slowly waves out over the way motioning to those that occupy it. "You see these people? These, these-these -things-. Do you think everyone of them follows the law? Do you thing every day they wake up, as 'free men', and follow some stupid little code than a bunch of stuck up old guys penned down on age old parchment?" He snorts as he shakes his head. "No. No, you see. There is no freedom in Hollow. There never has been. It's all a big-big illusion set up by those in charge. An illusion to keep the the common man in line. To keep the common man doing his daily duties to fill the wallets and belly's of the rich man." He pauses for a moment to release another chuckle and shake his head before concluding. "An illusion... to keep the common man from picking up a sword, and hacking the head of the rich man right off. These politicians and their crummy little agendas are just set in place to maintain what they refer to as 'order', but let's face it. To have freedom, ya' need a little chaos. Now I'm not saying a baby rapist or a serial killer should be able to walk free amongst the people, no, no I'm not saying that at all. Ya'see. Those people, need to be executed. Because they're sick. They're just these disgusting little brats who have nothing but evil manifesting in their mind. However, they're still people. Thus they shouldn't have the right to walk free, but is it not every man's right to be born free? So we can't lock them up. No, that's too cruel. That's heartless. The life ending clash of steel is far more merciful than a binding life of iron." Tyler hmph's through his nostrils as he pulls his arm off of the woman and provides another shrug to her. "So yeah, maybe the paper had it's story right. But then again, why the hell would you belief anything you read and didn't see with your own eyes?"

Lilyanne doesn't push Tyler away as he throws his arm around her, though there is a natural stiffening of her posture...a tensing in preparation for the possibility that the murderer could very possibly be pulling her in for a life-ending impalement. Thankfully, the situation isn't quite so dire and the vampiress finds herself smiling, while a tilt of her head slants her line of vision for the blue-haired one's profile. She's decided: Tyler is crazy. That said, everyone needs a little crazy in their life. Things are just too dull otherwise. When he finally pulls away after his monologue, the assassin pivots about her right foot to more squarely face the acquaintance. "Whether I believe it or not, doesn't really matter, I suppose. It makes for good reading and a guide to this...illusion that the authorities are setting up." Her gaze settles upon Tyler's thoughtfully. Could what he be displaying be as extreme as paranoia? She decides to test the waters. "So according to your theory, you've broken through this illusion and so are perfectly justified in killing the rich lady?" There is no accusatory tone in her query, merely intrigue and curiosity.

Tyler's staring Lilyanne down as she moves before him, her questioning earning her another smile and chuckle. "Oh no, no-no-no my dear lady. You see, long story short, I didn't murder the woman. Ironically, I captured her and sold her into slavery. BUT!-" He chimes while extending an index finger to her face to keep her from interrupting. "That also wasn't me. You see, the guy that had this body before me. Total psycho. Money hungry little punk he was. However that didn't last too long. They guy jumped off a cliff, put me in his place, I went back and absorbed his soul. Now I have his memories and all that juicy stuff that was running through his mind we he jumped that poor lady." A smirk as Tyler finds Lilyanne to be the first stranger he's detailed his life story too. It's clear the woman would likely think him a maniac, and that was just fine. "So ya' see. I didn't hurt the woman but I can't prove it wasn't me. I mean, I'm the one that did it, right!? Haha. I mean. There's no way people would believe me if I denied it and hell technically I did it. But that doesn't matter. I doubt the whore was innocent in anything to begin with, but I would -NEVER- have taken her freedom. Kill her? Perhaps." His hand raises to run against his nose as he sniffles a bit from the chill. The look of pure amusement on his face as he examines Lilyanne's own during his tale of truths proves that while Tyler isn't quite insane, he isn't like most people.

Lilyanne , just a couple hours earlier, had thought Ynhaldei talked a lot. Well, she takes that back. Tyler has trumped the circus master. Within this dialogue, the vampiress is getting a little more used to his quirky persona...perhaps even enjoying it, as displayed by her hybrid of a smirk-smile. Even so, her brows are furrowed slightly in focus, trying to catch each element of his life story and commit it to memory. The tale being as strange as it is, it does take quite the bit of effort. "So, let me see if I've gotten this right." A pause is taken as the other's sniffle is noted. "-You-," the female points towards Tyler with emphasis. "...didn't hurt the rich woman. The previous you did. -But- you absorbed the previou you's soul...so technically...a part of you hurt the rich woman." Then, in response to his sniffle, the female reaches to the clasp that holds her cloak in place. "Need an extra layer? The chill doesn't bother me."

Tyler clutches his hands together with his index fingers both pressed together and pointed out to Lilyanne as he kneels down in excitement before bouncing back up. "Yes! Exactly!" His smile is so big now that his teeth are shining brightly when he reaches out to pat the woman on the shoulder. "You listen. I like you!" Waving quickly is dismissal to her offer he shakes his head. "No thank you, I'll be fine." It wasn't exactly freezing in the spring weather but the human wasn't really dressed for any type of chill. Baggy cargo shorts, a sleeveless wolf-fur trimmed vest and no shirt underneath thanks to the run in with Skylei yesterday. At least he had some over sized boots and gloves to cover his hands and feet. "I'm sorry, forgive me for my poor memory, but what was your name again?" He asks in a desperate attempt to recall the introduction, his excitement getting over on him.

Lilyanne can't help the grin that spreads across her lips at the male's excitement and the actions displayed thereof. "I like you too," is replied with what appears to be a genuine laugh. "And I can understand what you mean. It's so hard to find someone who's willing to stand in your shoes and actually try to -understand-." The amusement dancing behind her hazel eyes only intensifies as he struggles for her name once more. "Call me Lily." An idle hand then snaking upward to brush a wayward chocolate-hued bang from her face, her tone adopts a tad more seriousness with her next query. "So what -would- you do for justice? I mean, obviously -you- didn't do it, but at the same time, you kind of did." A pause is taken as the vampiress's gaze slides upwards to the night sky and then back down to Tyler. In a semi-hushed tone laden with suspense, she furthers, "What would happen if you were to tear out the soul of the evil you and...burn it?" That's what you do to naughty souls, right? Burn them?

Tyler wrinkles his nose and shakes his head at the woman's recommendation of the formers' soul. His tongue sticks out in detest, "Eh, that doesn't sound like much fun. Besides, once I've absorbed the soul and the stones were destroyed I dunno' how the hell to get him back out. Plus I like having his memories and power. It makes for good day dreams. As far as justice, those that feel I deserve punishment are free to send whatever they can my way. I've escaped death this long. If they get me, bravo to them." The entire left side of his face peels back into a wicked grin as his ego takes over, "But they're going to have to put up one hell of a fight for it." He chuckles again and releases a sigh of relief. "Well, Lily. It's been a pleasure to meet you and all. Oh! And I'm really happy you didn't try to make a move on that bounty. If it's still there that is." His face forms a forced frown as he reaches out and rubs the back of his gloved knuckle down her cheek while speaking in a pity voice. "I would've hated to have to cut you to pieces." Just like that, the grin is back and he's pulling his satchel tightly over his shoulder. "But it's time for me to run and do nothing in the woods. Sit. Sleep. Dream. All that fun stuff. I'm sure we will see each other again soon, yeah?"

Lilyanne tilts her head into the male's gloved stroke of her cheek, while her gaze flashes an expression that holds a hint of amusement. Just as she decided he's crazy, she's equally decided it's an abolutely fantastic shade of crazy. "It would have to be a hefty bounty for me to move on it," is her jest as he makes to leave. Lifting her hand now in farewell, she nods an agreement that, yes, they would indeed be seeing each other again. "Here's to neither of us being cut to pieces until that time." A wink flashes.

Tyler returns the wink to Lilyanne without a second thought before fleeing into the Sage Forest.