RP:The End Of The Line

Part of the Rest in Pieces: Vailkrin! Arc

Part of the In Darkness We Trust Arc

Part of the The Day I Tried To Live Arc

This is a Necromancer's Guild RP.

Summary: Pilar and Khitti cross paths after Khitti returns to Vailkrin, having nearly fully recovered from the Emrith ordeal. Pilar confesses and Khitti burns a bridge between the two, rather than setting Pilar herself aflame.

Vailkrin City Road, Vailkrin

It’d been a few days since the attack at House Dragana. Khitti only just returned, having portaled herself back to Brand’s ship not long after Emrith had fled and Khitti went to fetch Shishi for Larewen. The vampiress looked tired, the type of exhaustion that came with the need to recharge her mana pool, which was doing a slow, poor job at the moment. With her own green shirt having been tattered in the attack, she’d opted for borrowing one of Brand’s for now until she went to the shops in Vailkrin for another shirt of her own, and maybe even a full outfit. So many she had were either too dressy or didn’t suit the nature of the town she was inhabiting--short shorts and a halter top doesn’t really work in the Dark City, you know. Fresh scars peeked out on her chest, above where she’d stopped buttoning the shirt (about three or four buttons down from the top), the recently healed wounds pink and clashing with the black tint of the fabric; some even still had stitches in them, albeit loose ones. She was headed in the direction of the aforementioned shops, a wary eye glancing around in front and on the sides of her, and even occasionally behind her as well. Khitti was just a little bit paranoid now.

Pilar needed to know what had happened that night. But her coward heart had kept her from Vailkrin. It had taken days for her to work up the courage to face what she'd done. And so she had rushed to Vailkrin, before she could lose her nerve. She hurried down the city street, searching for someone, anyone who might know. Larewen had not been seen in days, but no one knew why. Terror gripped Pilar's heart. As she made her way towards the forest, she saw a familiar face. "Khitti!' she called, hurrying to her sister's side. "Khitti, have you seen--Good gods, what happened?!" The new wounds almost drove her mission from her mind. She had a new scar herself, from an arrow in the throat, but she hadn't a care in the world for herself anymore.

Khitti jumped a bit as Pilar shouted at her, green eyes settling on the younger female. She noted the other’s own scar with a frown, but said nothing about it just yet, choosing to answer Pilar’s question first before posing her own. “Zhere vas an attack at Larewen’s.” There was a fire deep down that she couldn’t quell, despite Brand having urged her to tell Lionel or Hildegarde and wash her hands of the matter. “Emrith--” The name was said with ire that she couldn’t cover it up and pretend like she was okay, “--came to zhe house and attacked her, hellbent on ending her. So I stepped in to help her.” Crimson brows furrowed angrily, her line of sight shifting away from Pilar to the ground. “If you see him, you tell me vhere zhe hell he is.”

Pilar swallowed hard. "E-Emrith? You? Oh... Oh gods, Khitti, is Larewen...? Is she...?" This had been so much worse than she could have imagined. Her sister, almost dead by her hand. Tears came to her eyes.

Khitti tilted her head at Pilar’s body language, eyes narrowing just a bit. “Larewen is alive. As alive as she can be.” Khitti paused a moment, her attention shifting elsewhere as people pass by, caution in Khitti’s own demeanor. “Have you seen Emrith, Pilar? Something’s vrong vith him. He’s clearly insane. During one of zhe battles vith zhe guild, he vas possessed by an ancient spider “god”. She rolled her eyes at the word god, even using her hands for the quotations. “He’s a danger to everyone.” Now she was starting to sound a bit like Eirik had when -she- had been taken over by Amarrah. This was different, though--at least that’s what Khitti told herself.

Pilar sighed. "Oh thank the gods!" Larewen was alive. She would have to find her. But for now, Khitti had questions of her own. "Not since I... I... I'm so sorry, Khitti, it's all my fault!" Pilar covered her face with her hands. "I told him what Larewen did, I told him, and he said... then I..."

Something strange overcame Khitti as the words ‘it’s all my fault’ hit her ears. This. Is. Her. Fault? All her fault. She did this. I almost died because of this. I almost lost out on my chance for a cure because of her. I would’ve never been able to see Brand again. I could’ve died. This is her fault. All her fault. After what seemed like forever of trying to process the few words Pilar spewed out before she started sobbing, the redhead gave a few slow blinks, as if to show that she was still ‘alive’ and not suddenly turned to stone by Pilar’s confession. Deep breaths, Khitti. It’s alright. Just ignore that fire that’s swelling up inside of you, that urge to torch her right on the spot. Don’t do it. Don’t. Frakking. Do. It. “You, uh...vant to...run zhat by me again, Pilar?” Her voice was calm, scarily so. She was practically channeling half Hades from Disney’s Hercules and half Jack Nicholson from The Shining right now. Khitti took a step closer towards Pilar, those olive green eyes of hers never wavering from the slightly shorter female. “You...did vhat now?” It didn’t matter what Larewen had done at this point, really. It’s almost as if Khitti hadn’t even heard that at all.

Pilar hiccuped and looked up at Khitti. "I... I told Emrith what Larewen did... He, he said she needed to die, and I... I believed him. I gave him my knife, I--"

Khitti’s fingers twitched a bit, the tiniest of purple sparks alighting her fingertips before snuffing out. “You.” A hand lifted, the index finger attached pointing out at Pilar, “You gave Emrith zhat dagger? You?!” The redhead let out a slow, irritated hiss, “Vhere did someone like you even get zhat dagger? Do you have any idea vhat it does? Vhat it did to -me-?! I almost died, Pilar! Because of your frakkin’ stupidity. Larewen became no longer any of Emrith’s concern vhen he left her behind. Vhatever Larewen is doing is none of any of our concern. Zhat’s how it’s always been. How it always vill be. I’ve known she’s been frakking evil since day one, Pilar! I tried to tell you zhat. It is vhat it is and not you, nor Emrith, nor I have any say in it.” Despite Khitti’s newfound friendship with the elder vampire, she was also a means to an end. Now, if more people started to get it into their head to kill Larewen, then Khitti needed to move more quickly with her work with the cure. Time was unfortunately running out.

Pilar flinched. "I... I know what it does, it's why I... I gave it to him. I'm sorry, so sorry..." She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "L-Larewen... Larewen isn't evil, sh-she can't be..." It would mean she had been right, but if she had been, why did it feel so wrong?

Khitti shrugged her shoulders cooly at Pilar as the girl wiped her eyes, pondering on what to do about her. It’d be so easy, right now, right here, to just set her aflame. It’s not like Larewen was in any position to deal with her. But, there was still that bit of a conscience left in Khitti--it was Brand, really, and that good advice of his to let others take care of this situation for her. Funny that--that was telling her that punishing Pilar wasn’t her job. “Even if she isn’t evil, no one’s a good person. Ve’re all monsters. All of us.” She’d calmed down a little, somehow. The redhead sidestepped away from Pilar, booted feet taking her around the girl until she was now behind her, those boots pausing momentarily. “You almost cost me my cure. My happiness. Everything I’ve vorked so hard for vould’ve gone down zhe drain. I am giving myself, body and soul, for zhis cure and you almost took it away. Vith one tiny act of cowadice, you’ve nearly brought everything to ruin. -Never- expect someone to fight your battles for you. If you vant Larewen dead, you do it yourself. But you’ll have to go zhrough me first.” The redhead took a step away, furthering the distance between them, “You vill go to Larewen and tell her yourself. You vill shed your fear and you vill know shame instead for as long as it takes for you to understand vhat you did and vhat you almost accomplished.” There’s another pause, an angry frown crossing Khitti’s lips. She wouldn’t kill Pilar, no, but would instead do something else. “Until you’ve done zhis, and until I’ve gotten my cure, you vill no longer be known as my sister.”

Pilar 's face twisted in grief and she ran, sobbing, from Khitti. She wanted nothing more than to throw herself into the abyss, but she'd promised she wouldn't try such a thing again. Instead she ran and ran and ran.