[Date: October 14th. 11 AM. Kahlya awakes in Terrance's basement. She's in a presently lidless enclosed box/coffin made of white painted wood. The wood has a nice finish so it's fairly comfortable and there's a little pillow. Although she can see the joints where the sides of the coffin were merged up and some aren't completely closed.] [She's fairly thirsty from her energy spending earlier in the day.] [Since she's just waking up, she doesn't get a detailed report about her body just yet.] [Start] * Kahlya slowly raises up and grips the side of the coffin. Her groggy demeanor looks about, still unfocused. It's as if everything previous was a dream. And she rubs the bridge of her nose, disoriented. "How'd I get--" Her own thoughts seem to stop as she tries to focus. [The coffin is slightly shakey and apparently made out of some sort of particle board. Still it would probably be pretty sturdy with a slightly better assembly job. * Kahlya tries to recall what happened within the last few days and where she is. She finally tries to stare at her own arms, as if they're not even hers. (And incidently, I thought Terence had an apartment. ^^;) (He did, while he was at school.) (Ah.) (The school got shut down.) (Was going to say, pretty swanky to have a basement!) [And now that Kahyla's sitting up she notices a man sitting near by. He's in his twenties, blond, both with sickly potchmarked skin. He's holding Tear.] And my client awakes. * Kahlya looks up and suddenly sits bolt upright. "It's still here!" She reaches for it, then stops suddenly. "Client....wait..." * Potchmarked hands the scythe over. "That does mean that you shouldn't attack me for blood. Wouldn't really be a good way of saying thank you." [Kahlya's blood craving gets a bit stronger when she gets up, what with headrush and all. She's also a bit higher off the ground than she'd expect. Maybe the coffin is elevated.] * Kahlya looks the scythe over slightly, but staggers and holds her head. "Blood? I...is that what this is..." * Kahlya turns towards the man and looks. "Wait, what did you do?" * Man takes out a medical bag containing a pint of blood. "Here you are, and I fixed it and prepared it for your new body, per your instructions to Mr. Hurst." * Kahlya takes the blood and holds it in one hand, looking at it as if she's not sure what to do. But her bloodlust will probably tell her anyways. * Man looks at Kahlya. "Just bite..." He then looks at her teeth. "Oh. Do you need a cup or something?" [The bag does have a valve that can be openned.] * Kahlya pulls open the valve and puts it to her lips, trying to taste a little of it first. [It taste like blood tastes. Fairly heavy consistency. On the one hand, not really a pleasant thing, on the other hand it's refreshing like a glass of cold water on a hot day.] [Incidentelly, her sycthe is now whole again in all ways.] * Kahlya takes her mouth away and makes a face. "Ugh, that's..." She eyes the bag more and then takes a longer drink. * Pockedman chuckles but then falters into a fit of coughing. * Kahlya looks up from her drinking. "Are you alright?" * Pockedman shrugs. "Long answer. Doubt you care." Perhaps not, but you helped me. I feel I owe you the conversation. * Kahlya grins at that. She's still got blood on her lips and teeth. It's not necessarily a pretty sight. * Pockedman fairly warmly smiles. He doesn't look like he does that often. "There's certain limits to ones life span, even one extended greatly by magic." * Kahlya smiles. "See? That wasn't so long. Oh. Excuse me." She wipes her mouth. [There's a bit more blood in the bag. Kahyla's immediate thirst is sated, but she could do with a few more bags to really feel tip shape. * Kahlya finishes off the bag and goes through the motions again. (She actually doesn't have another bag handy. But her mouth is once again wiped.) (That's what I meant. ) (Wasn't sure.) Well, no one's ever asked before. Didn't know how long it would take. Really? You really should take a more personal approach to your business. * Kahlya wipes off her mouth and stands tall, scythe in hand. "How do I look?" [Kahyla is even further off the ground than she expected.] * Kahlya suddenly looks down. "Huh..." [Kahlya's view down is blocked a bit more than it used to be. Still her body, but a bit more developed.] There a problem? * Kahlya blinks a little, then reaches up to touch her chest to make sure they're hers. "Waiiiit a minute. These aren't mi--" She then looks at the pocked man and sighs. "I guess all men are perverts. Do I even look the same anymore ?" [They are hers. She should probably get a bra. Although they are of no more than usual size.] * Man looks at Kahlya oddly. "I advised a bit on the process to make you a vampire. And I'll note that your flesh is a great deal more intact than it had been." He says with a craftsman pride. "What's the problem? The body is your natural one." * Kahlya blinks and looks at him. "It is?" How can I see then? * Man nods. He reaches into his cloak and takes out a hand mirror to show to Kahlya. "Don't recognize yourself?" He seems puzzled. She sees no reflection of herself. * Kahlya looks to the left, then to the right in the mirror, then looks at him. "What gives?" * Man chuckles then coughs again. "Oh, sorry." He mutters a quick incantation and taps at the mirror. Kahyla then appears. She recognizes the body as her own but she seems to have picked up another seventeen to fifteen years somehow. * Kahlya stares into the mirror for a while and then touches her cheek, then growls at him. "Wait, this can't be right!" * Man looks oddly at Kahlya. "First, remember that as vampires go you're still a young thing. So no growling please. Second, were you under a change of form spell or the like? That may have been dropped." I...don't really think so? * Kahlya rubs her head and looks down slightly. "After I "died," I guess I started finding out a lot of things that didn't make sense. This is one more to add to the list. You say this is my body?" * Pockedman shrugs. "Yes. Your teeth are artificially still human, but in all other ways your form is what you would acquire had you been naturally turned into a vampire." One thing after another... Yes? * Kahlya hands the mirror back to the man. "So no trace of demonic origin though..." [Man takes the mirror back. "No. That was my doing. Mr. Hurst could handle the necromancy but he doesn't dabble much in demons." * Kahlya breathes out a breath. "Except Tear. That's the only thing left... It's not quite what I expected..." * Kahlya looks at the man. "So what do I owe you?" Mr. Hurst already handled the payment. You're a bit weaker than you would be otherwise. I'm just here for the delivery. * Kahlya closes her eyes. "I don't feel the darkness anymore. What else did you pull from me?" Your demon form had a few natural abilities. I didn't do a close analysis, but I'd guess limited flight, substantiation, poison aptitude, and planar shifting, right? Substanti-what? Creating objects, weather conditions, the like out of nothing. Oh. * Kahlya sighs slightly. "That was demonic?" * Pockedman nods. "Goes with the contracts." I'm going to miss that. * Kahlya starts looking for a way down from where she is. [She's only elevated by her natural height. She coudl step out of the coffin. The lid is nearby.] * Kahlya steps out then! [The lid to the coffin lies right by it.] ~Kahlya, are you awake yet?~ * Kahlya blinks and starts to blurt out. "Mand--!" She then stops herself and calms down, closing her eyes. ~Wait. Who told you?~ ~SAB told me that you were wanted for the tournament. But you haven't been answering.~ ~Told you? Why would they tell you?~ ~They can't find you.~ * Kahlya starts walking out slowly, putting a finger to her head. ~Again, why would they contact you? This was supposed to be a surprise...~ ~The whole river thing?~ Apparently the clerics informed SAB. * Kahlya frowns. ~Wonderful. When did I ever say I was helping SAB with their silly tournament anyhow?~ She frowns. ~How are you, Mandy?~ * Kahlya waves in thanks to the man and makes her way out. Just a quick note, you're scythe will need fresh blood to work its magic. And do you want the coffin delivered or will you get your own? I'll have it delivered, thanks! * Man nods. "Enjoy the body." He vanishes in a puff of smoke. ~Pretty good. My parents were mad for a bit, but they seem to have forgotten all about it now. Same with the school.~ * Kahlya snickers. ~It must have been a hair-raising experience for you...and them. Oh, how I want to see you, Mandy. But...~ ~Yes?~ ~I don't know. I need to see someone named Breaker. Do you think I have time?~ ~Depends where she is I suppose.~ ~Where are you then? And how did you know to contact me this way?~ ~I'm at school. And how should I contact you?~ She's puzzled. * Kahlya snickers. ~We're not sharing the same body anymore, you know, Mandy. In fact, I think mine's...changed a little.~ ~Ah, well. It isn't like a have your phone number.~ * Kahlya smirks slightly, amused by the fact that Mandy just doesn't get it. ~Normal people don't have a telepathic link, silly. Didn't it even occur to you?~ ~Nope. But we do.~ * Kahlya smiles. ~Does anything ever faze you?~ ~Father Doyle seems a little scared of me now. But I guess I understand that.~ ~Why's that?~ Session Time: Mon Nov 07 00:00:00 2005 ~Might be my scythe.~ * Kahlya laughs. ~You still have that? ~Yup. I can make it appear when I want.~ She giggles. ~Nobody even seems to notice unless I want them to.~ ~Ever had to use it?~ ~Not yet.~ ~Anyways, apparently the SAB crew can be called at this number~ She rattles off a number. ~Or you can head to the oil derrick.~ ~Good. Because if you're not careful, you could seriously be hurt.~ * Kahlya makes her way to the door and makes a peek outside. ~Oil derrick?~ ~Geez, my an incredibly sharp scythe? I wouldn't have guessed.~ [The back door, at the top of the basement stairs, peers out into a sunlit alley.] * Kahlya hmmphs. ~You're awful sarcastic towards someone who can actually -use- that scythe.~ ~You're awfully condescending to someone who save your butt.~ She's more amused than angry. * Kahlya frowns and mumbles. "They didn't happen to give me a cloak or anything, did they...?" She checks her belongings just in case. (saved) [She's got a repaired version of her former wardrobe. No cloak though.] * Kahlya sighs and looks down the alley. If there's sufficient shadows and cover and if there's anything she can cover herself with. [There may be enough cover for the alley, but not once she gets to the street. And nothing there that she'd really want to wrap herself in.] * Kahlya sighs and heads back in a little. "Honestly. You'd think if he'd wake me up during sunlight, he'd be better prepared." [THe house is fairly vacant. School day and all.] (weekday rather) * Kahlya goes to steal a blanket then. [She gains a blanket with no difficulty. She can even pick a shade of pastel of her choice.] * Kahlya picks a nice blue blanket that will actually not make her look too much like a weirdo if she tries to wear it. She drapes it around her head and body as best she can. [Kahyla manages to look only kind of weird. She covers herself well.] * Kahlya takes a deep breath and walks gingerly out into the alleyway. [Some uncomfortably warm sunlight shines through the blanket as it isn't all that thick, but no burning.] * Kahlya tries to go as fast as she can. Not liking the heat much. She checks to see if she has any money on-hand for a taxi. (She has anything she was carrying with her when she died.) (Which would mean probably not. What need to you have for carrying money when you can make it on the spot? :P) (True enough) (And Kahyla is still blood thirsty, but not rabid or anything. Just a "a meal would be nice" kinda hunger.) * Kahlya sighs when she fails to find money. "Doing things for myself will take some getting used to." She looks around for anyone. [There's a guy in his twenties in coveralls doing yardwork on the street near the alley.] (Does she know which oil derrick they're talking about? :P) (Yeah, they had tourney meetings on one.) * Kahlya starts to clear her throat, then realizes she still has Tear in her hand. It might be a good idea to hide that first. Can she detach the blade in any way without permawrecking it? [Sure. It will take a little doing though, one minute disassembly, one minute assembly if she wants it perfect.] (Is there a space she can hide the blade after she does it?) (She'd have to hide it on her person.) * Kahlya tries to detach the blade and hide it out of sight, checking the handle once she's done to make sure it looks like a non-threatening walking stick or the like. [Done.] * Kahlya then goes up to the man and clears her throat. "Excuse me..." * Man looks up. "Err... yeah?" * Kahlya smiles slightly at him. She doesn't have fangs! She's normal, look! "I'm sorry to bother you, but I need a ride. Could you help me?" * Guy looks Kahyla over and smiles. "Maybe. It would mean taking off work. My boss might be pissed." Hmm...well, I don't want you to get in trouble with your boss... * Kahlya purses her lips and frowns away, pouting slightly. She seems to be thinking. Well.. what's up? How far you going? * Kahlya gives directions to the closest town near the oil derrick as best as she's able. * Guy chuckles. "Well, that is a bit out of my way. I think it would be an hour drive." * Kahlya smiles and leans forward a bit. "Think of it as a long lunch break?" Perhaps if you throw in a dinner. * Kahlya smiles. "Depends on what's being served." (Oh, and assuming she means to be suggestive by that, give me a seduction roll. -2 bonus for attractive.) 2d8-2 (Will roll as Rowyn in #besm) (Just because joining another chan's a pain. :P) * Guy nods and takes out a cell phone. "I'm coming down with something boss. ::cough cough:: Need to take some sick leave." * Kahlya snicker into her hand. Yeah, yeah. You have a great day too. ::coughs and then hangs up:: * Guy smiles at Kahyla. "So, I'm Reynold. What should I call you?" * Guy walks to his car. Nice two door model. Bit sport but not an outright sportscar. * Kahlya walks towards the car. "You can call me Kahlya. I appreciate the lift. You didn't really have to do that." I always help a beautiful woman. ::He unlocks all the doors:: Kahlya, is that Eastern European? * Kahlya smiles. "Could be." [Reynold gets in the car. "Fascinating."] * Kahlya smiles some more. "How so?" Because your ambiguous it gives me an excuse to ask more questions. * Kahlya snickers. "But it doesn't give me an excuse to answer them, now does it, hmm?" Well, it would be a boring ride if you don't. * Reynold turns on the car. * Kahlya smiles. "I didn't say I wanted an interesting ride. But you're welcome to try." Well, I prefer an interesting drive. But you're welcome to talk about something else if you like. Like? * Reynold shrugs. "You're the mysterious one. Now, we've got a bit of a drive, so we should probably get going." * Kahlya nods. "I do appreciate it. Though I'm not sure if you want to get too close." * Reynolds looks oddly at Kahyla. "Oh?" He sounds like he's reconsidering whether this is a good idea. * Kahlya sighs and shakes her head. "Nothing. It's...nothing." * Reynold nods and waits. (Give me another seduction roll to not lose him.) (Make.) (Also sorta on the phone, which is why I'm slow.) (Ah) (Okay, he's still waiting * Kahlya snickers. "No, it's not Eastern European if you must know. Do I look it?" Not really. But there's something about your complexion. You don't exactly look like a local. I'm not. * Reynod nods. He seems increasingly puzzled as to why Kahyla isn't in the car. (She's not? I was sure that I said she got in.) (Where?) (Nope. She just walks towards it.) (If you want to retcon her getting in somewhere, that's cool.) (Phone and all. We'll drop the puzzled.) (Yes. She would have got in shortly after him.) (Okay. Drop the puzzlement.) * Reymond gets driving. (So want to fastforward til we get there? Say Raymond gets some details but is mostly lead on and teased?) (Sure.) [Reynold gets Kahyla to the nearest town.] Well, here we are. ::he hunts for a parking spot:: So, about those dinner plans. [The nearby town is fairly small. And Kahyla can easily catch a water taxi to get where she's going. It's how some people arrived last time. * Kahlya looks out at the water front and opens the door. "Are you sure you really wanna go through with it?" * Reynold parks. "Of course. Why wouldn't I?" [He seems to have chosen a fairly secluded spot. In case he and Kahyla wanted to do anything in private.] [Kahyla's instincts, meanwhile, cheerfully inform her that blood is better on the whole when the person is still alive.] (Thank you, instincts!) (They're very helpful. ^_^) * Kahlya smiles slightly. "Well... I have a certain taste when it comes to cuisine." What, you're vegetarian? That's cool. Good to be nice to the critters and what not. * Kahlya shakes her head. "No... not vegetarian." She smiles slightly and pats his cheek. "You've been nice to me though, so I'll try to be gentle." * Reynold grins. "Oh don't worry about that. Rough suits me just fine." * Reynold, perhaps, isn't the brightest bulb. * Kahlya grins. "Don't be too sure about that." She suddenly makes a grab for his wrist and holds it while taking the scythe blade out of hiding. * Reynold eyes go wide and he tries to pull away and open the door. "What is this?" (Give me a body (strength) roll) (Unarmed attack helps) [Reynold successfully pulls his arm away. He's apparently pretty fit from the yardwork. Kahyla's instincts helpfully inform her this should give his blood a nice amount of rich vitality. Kahyla's move.] * Kahlya frowns. "Look, I really don't want to have to hurt you after all you've done. Just a little slit should sustain me. But if you keep struggling, it'll be rather messy and I don't think either of us want that." (Hold until his move) (That honestly what she intends to do? Soul charisma roll. perform if lying, etiquette if not.) (Just slit his wrist and drink from it? Yeah, she doesn't plan on killing him.) (Right, roll then.) (You don't get to be a demon by lying much. You get to be a demon by bending the truth. ^_~) (That's a make, right?) (Yes. By 2.) * Reynold stops struggling. "Bloody hell, you're a vampire... you just better be one of those sexy vampires and not the serial killer kind. Oh please. Everyone knows that vampires have fangs. * Kahlya opens her mouths and points, finger in her mouth. "Thee?" Yeah, white skin, wears a blanket in the sunlight actually drinks blood, whatever. You can drink, but don't treat me like an effing idiot. * Kahlya sighs and pouts. "Come on. It's not like I asked to be like this." She looks up at him. "But it's true. I don't want to have to kill if I don't have to. So if you just come here, I'll be grateful. Maybe not completely in the way you were hoping, but at least genuine." * Reynold rolls his eyes. "Damn. You're one of those agnsty vampires." * Reynold puts his arm over though. Kahlya is apparently pretty convincing. * Kahlya smiles thinly. "I'm one of those "getting very irritated with you not...ah, thank you." She smiles at him then pets his cheek. "See? You are sweet after all." She then takes hold of his arm and makes a clean cut without severing muscle or bone. Because you know she could. * Reynold tries not to flinche. He fails, but manages not to cry out or anything. * Kahlya leans forward and starts licking and suckling the wound. That oughta make him feel better. * Reynold apparently does. He leans back in his chair and closes his eyes. "Huh..." [And his blood is tasty. Beats the hell out of that prepackaged crap.] * Kahlya looks up at him for a second questioningly. "Hmm?" Not so bad... * Kahlya smiles. "Told you." She kisses his wrist. Hey, at least she's trying to make it worthwhile as she laps up all she can. * Reynold doesn't complain. [And the blood is still oh so very tasty, but it's starting to get dangerous for him.] ~What are you up to? I can feel all sorts of happy satisfied vibes from here?~ * Kahlya stops when he seems to start getting too light headed and tears off a bit of the blanket. "Careful there. Wouldn't want you to pass out..." She starts bandaging the wound. Hope it's a clean blanket. She flinches slightly at Mandy's interrogation but doesn't say anything. * Reynolds nods. He turns his head a bit to the left and passes out out anyways after making himself comfortable in the seat. Thanks to the bandage he should be fine. Wound seems to heal up cleaner than normal anyways. ~Well?~ * Kahlya kisses him on the cheek and ruffles his hair. "Thanks for the ride." She opens the door to head out, sending mentally to Mandy. ~Shut up.~ ~Hmph~ * Reynold mumbles something in response and naps. (And fastforward to the derricks?) (or just break) -> [Kahlya] PING * Kahlya has quit IRC (Ping timeout) * Rowyn has joined #sabkahlya * Rowyn is now known as Kahlya ~Aren't you supposed to be in school? Concentrating on school work?~ ~Areb't you supposed to be at the tournament? ~That depends.~ [And while this goes on Kahlya gets her watertaxi.] ~Ah, well, good luck with whatever you choose. Teacher seems to want something.~ [And Kahlya gets to the derrick. Warlow and Breaker are at the top floor. Warlow narrows her eyes as she looks over Kahyla. "So the prodigal returns. I'll call Eris."] * Breaker looks over Kahlya. "I heard you were dead. And smelly." She's fairly matter-a-fact about it. * Kahlya holds out her hand. "Wait." Bowing out? * Warlow does not sound like that prospect bothers her. One less deader to interact with. * Kahlya looks over at Breaker. "Rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated. However, it did manage to bring up..." She looks at Warlow. "How long do I actually have? You have until the 18th. Past that you automatically forfeit. Five days. Sooner is better. ( I should have actually had Kahyla sleep longer, but I forgot that the tournaments had gotten up to the 15th.) * Kahlya nods then turns to Breaker. "I'd like a chance to talk with Breaker then." She punctuates, "Alone." I'm not sure I'm-- Yes, I see what she is. You trained me. Do you trust me or not? * Warlow snorts and walks off. * Kahlya smiles at Breaker. "Thank you." * Breaker nods. "So, what's the deal? You wanted to talk even before that whole death thing." * Kahlya then glances away slightly and starts reattaching the scythe blade. "Do you trust me, is the question?" * Breaker shrugs. "Not particularly. Why would I? But you aren't dumb." Yes. It has to do with what you are. And what I am. Or I suppose I could say what I was. And thank you." She finishes attaching and taps the scythe down. "No, I'm not dumb. I don't think I have a chance against you. And even if I did, Warlow would know who to first suspect. It'd be very stupid." * Breaker nods and snorts. "Warlow wouldn't so much suspect as devote her life to killing you. But enough of that." Everyone's been trying to decide this for you. What do *you* want at the end of this tournament?" Not sure exactly. I thought it would be a fun way to decide. Now I still don't know what to do, but it doesn't seem as fun. * Kahlya looks up and actually looks at Breaker. "Oh?" Yvonne's demons were just.. wrong somehow. My instincts don't like you. But the rest of me didn't like them. * Breaker frowns. "I was also rooting for Yuri." She didn't win? * Kahlya then smiles slightly. "Don't like me? However do you mean?" * Breaker shakes her head. "Bookie beat her. I thought she-- Oh, you know, me champion, you extraplanar, my job to kill you. All that." * Kahlya starts pacing around. "I thought you'd know I'm not like that anymore." * Breaker nods. "Yeah. But now different instincts kick in. Similar problem." And you don't even ask why. You're an interesting person. * Kahlya frowns a little and looks down the side of the oil derrick. * Breaker shrugs. "It's your life, of sorts. Don't go around being all evil and you can do what you want." [Waves crash against the base of the derrick.] I didn't enter this tournament for SAB. I didn't even enter it for what my former Master thought I did. Silly. He thought I entered it for him." Former master? Eh, not my business. But what did you enter it for? That matters to me. Particularly if you win. () No, I entered it so I could talk with you. And now that I have the chance to talk with you, I'm not sure how exactly to put it. Isn't that funny? I've never been at a loss of words in my life... But me...all turning out like this...it's another piece of a puzzle that's rapidly making less and less sense as I go along. I want some clues. * Breaker laughs. "That's when I curse. They're words that work in any situation." * Breaker nods. "How can I help?" * Kahlya snickers and turns towards her. "Not much of a champion, are you? Conversing with demons. Cursing the god that put you here to protect it." God could have asked. * Kahlya looks up and smiles slightly. "Yeah." Listen. I can fight if you want. But I'm not sure what I'd be fighting for. Not for SAB, that's for sure. I'm not even sure if--well, that's not important." But... what did you feel from me when you first saw me? * Breaker thinks for a moment and closes her eyes. * Breaker opens her eyes again. "Back then, just danger. But later Warlow found a few animals that felt like you. Animals from our world that left and then came back wrong. Well, wrong to me." * Kahlya closes her eyes. "I've felt a certain familiarity since I've come here. One I'm pretty sure I'm not supposed to feel. Now...well, they're telling me this is my real body...I'm not sure what to believe..." * Grysar nods. "If you're from here, you should probably just talk to a detective or something. They sometimes came around our area looking for missing kids. I don't think fighting will help you." * Kahlya opens her eyes. "It's about all I know. Besides, it might help you." (* Breaker) Okay. But know why. If you mostly just want to fight, that's fine. ::she grins:: But not out of the goodness of you heart or some shit. * Kahlya grins. "Can I fight because I think you'd make a good drinking buddy? I'm of age now." So long as you're buying. * She keeps her grin. * Kahlya pouts. "I'll have to figure out a way to earn money for that. Maybe I can take some of what SAB paid me. I haven't spent all of it yet." * Grysar nods. "Or just steal it. Whatever. Just don't kill people." (Breaker) Pfft. Why would I kill people? It's too easy. No challenge in it. * Breaker snorts. "Well, Mary's probably getting antsy. I should-- Oh.. remembered something of my training." * Kahlya glances back. "Hmm?" There's only so many portals. I know people that could trace how you left. I'll get someone, not Mary, to do that for you. * Kahlya blinks. "You'd do that? Why?" * Breaker smiles. "Free beer. I mean don't get all grateful. I don't have to do the work." Yeah but... still. Thanks. * Breaker heads towards the stairs and Warlow. "No problem. Good talking to ya." * Kahlya starts to head off her way too. She gives her body one more look. This'll take some getting used to. [End!]