Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/16/2006 11:14:54 PM)

** It seems that Ethan has made a wrong turn.

** Even with his duties, the Tremere still preferred to walk the streets of New Orleans, learning its ways, its locations, its very nuances... things that could only be learned by physical contact. His feet usually moved him around randomly, and, most of the time, he ended up in places that were most assuredly fit for him. Unfortunately, tonight seems not to be one of those nights; instead, Ethan has ended up on the most DEFINITELY wrong side of town. Not the side where Julie and he first met... but someplace infinitely more low-class, and definitely below his league. However, as long as no one gave him any issues, he would most likely ignore this, and simply double-back, making his way back to either his haven or the Chantry itself.

** And tonight was no exception. He was already beginning to double-back now, working his way so that he would cross as little of this area of town as possible to get back on his proper path. Ethan didn't want trouble... though if it came his way, he was fully ready to respond to it. Either with his skills, with the powers of his nature, or the object in his gym bag, if necessary. **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/16/2006 11:25:04 PM)

The smell was thick. Pungent odor in the air. Blood. It filled the senses and seemed to make the night brighten some. Red splattered on pavement, on walls in a trail he just stepped in. The trail lead to the right, behind boxes, through a ripped up chain-link fence.

It was the ideal place, and normally this place would be filled with yelling and what accompanied normal fights. It was a sort of an arena built out of a run down lumber yard.

Past the fence rested a grizzly sight The trail of blood only thickened, but now there were pieces of flesh, digits, hands, arms scattered. Whatever had happened here was a massacre. Who is to say they didn't deserve it? Echoes of a voice drove her on to mow through these boys and young men as if they were nothing but cattle for the slaughter.

In the round open area was built a corral of sorts, people had been sitting and watching the festivities of the night. Backing one man or another in fist fights not to the death, but almost.

She stepped in, a sleek little thing that might be more than what she appeared. Laughter. Jokes, mostly on the sexual side. She started with fists, started with feet, the men came and challenged, and they were put down, but not killed at first. Then whispers egged her on, the first broken neck brought silence, the first dismembered head brought screams The swords came out faster than any of them could see, a blur, some were frozen with fear, others were running and screaming. None survived, that she knows of. So stands here a small Japanese woman, wiping katanas with cloth to rid them of blood as she took in her masterpiece.

"Beautiful."

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/16/2006 11:40:11 PM)

** As he moved along the sidewalk, the scent and sight of blood was QUITE potently noticeable to the quite practiced Kindred. Aside from just his normal (and super-normal) senses... there was his mastery of the mysticism of the blood, that could pick it up from almost a mile away. Honestly, he would not have even given it a second look... preferring, honestly, to avoid situations that could put evidence in a crime scene pointing to himself... had it not been for the sight of the woman within.

** His eyes watched her closely, and, after a moment, Ethan allowed them to unfocus, and focus yet again upon her, taking in the sight of her Aura. Without a doubt, he knew he was dealing with a Kindred... and a second look told him something even more shameful. Diablerie. He had not EVER wanted to meet someone who partook in that regard. But now he had... and a very satisfied one at that.

** Allowing himself to focus on her once again, Ethan slowly unzipped the gym bag just a bit, and took a few steps forward, speaking as he did. **

It would seem that I have come in at the very end of dinner... At least I cannot be accused of interrupting your meal.

** His voice, his face... his EVERYTHING... was emotionless. And not like the way the elders were she might have met. It was as if all emotions had been taken from him. Unless she looked into his eyes... THEN she would see his emotions, but only if she looked hard enough. **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/16/2006 11:46:52 PM)

Silence was what she preferred, but silence was a thing that she'd never have...ever. Endlessly it whispered in her ear, it pricked her emotions, and she was slowly becoming numb. Yes, she had partook of some of the young men offered, but she didn't use her fangs, she never did. Blades spilled the blood she drank, spilled all the blood she ever drew.

One blade was sheathed, her back was to him still, the other was held out at her side, blade extended to let the light of street lamps overhead to shine off the silver blade. She snapped her head to the side, letting him only see one of her dark eyes, her pale skin was splattered crimson with blood, and then a small smirk surfaced to her lips.

Jealous...he's jealous. Be careful of this man from the west. She wanted to spit at the fact the one that haunted her seemed to want to help her now. she supposed he was as satisfied as she'd been with her display.

Her words came heavily burdened with an accent from the orient. "If you had, then you, I would be attacking."

Even still, she was tensed, ready to fight. Ready for it all.

"What want you?"

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/17/2006 12:00:35 AM)

** He watched her, every moment she moved, every moment she was still... every moment she spoke, or stayed silent, Ethan watched her. He noticed only then that she was Oriental... which, naturally, lowered his opinion of her and everything that she did. She did not deserve the Embrace, and everything about her only proved this to him; her lowly background, the blackness within her aura, the way she handled herself... everything. Everything told him, proved to him, just how right he was, and he knew that he had to do something about it. Without being a Sheriff, or at the very least a Deputy, then he did not have the Rite of Destruction at this point...

** But that didn't mean that he couldn't do ANYTHING. **

You could have tried, and would have earned only your Final Death... something that you deserve already, but something I would only then have the right to grant you. Why do you do this? Why do you risk bringing the entire world down upon us... Solely for your own amusement? Or do you, within that orifice you call a mind, have some idea of a "truth" behind all of this?

** Even within his emotionless tone, the words were obvious enough to be condescending. **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/17/2006 12:08:28 AM)

Her head turned fully, spilling ebony hair about her face, one that would be, and is, considered beautiful, if it wasn't always marred with a sour frown, or a look of anger.

"Black veins, you see. Not what you think."

An assumption, but he was angry, she could see it once she connected eyes with him. Dark, swirling. It would rid you of me, my precious. Look how blood makes your skin seem ever more perfect.

There was a twitch, maybe, at the corner of her eye, something that told him that not all was calm beneath the surface.

"For fun, at first. Not for killing at first. To prove even small can be furious."

The first dead was at her feet still, he was whole, with but a broken neck. She downcast eyes to him, and seemed to look a bit quizzical.

"He looks asleep. Like baby."

A streak of red traced through the drying blood on her face, and over the pale of her skin. All she felt then was anguish, shame, and anger.

Lifting her head again, it brought bloody-tear welled eyes to his again, and the sword became limp in her hand, but still held.

"I do not choose. He choose for me."

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/17/2006 12:19:29 AM)

** She could barely speak proper English. Even in his breathing days, that was something he could never stand... now, it was even worse to him. Uneducated Oriental... just like all the ones who had come over in his own time, becoming indentured servants... and actually having the audacity to COMPLAIN about it, when they could do nothing better in the way of work. And here she was, telling him how she killed for fun, just to prove herself... how she STOLE THE SOULS of those she killed for those reasons.

** Pitiful, and pathetic, the Tremere knew. **

You attempt to assuade your own guilt, by telling me this is not your fault. By giving excuses and placing blame upon the victims.

** Slowly, he takes another step towards this creature. **

The truth, however, is that you are a danger to all of us. The truth is that you do things that prove you are dangerous, and show that you care only for yourself and your guiltiest of pleasures.

** And, again, he takes a step towards her. **

Denial is the first stage of admitting you have a problem, I am told. You seem to, most definitely, be in that stage.

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/17/2006 12:27:55 AM)

Her grip solidified on the pommel of the blade, and she looked up. "I fight for fun. Not kill. I kill for necessity. To do what we all do, in this mockery of life."

Suddenly her English wasn't so Engrish. A long time had passed between then and now. She knew how to read, she knew how to speak eloquently, she even held certificates of her education. But people and unpeople begin to assume with first sight.

The educated one. The smart one. It is your passion that makes you beautiful.

Her eyes drifted from him, she mumbled in Japanese with a breath too light to hear. She then raked her free hand through her hair.

"You find me during, while you've not seen my ability to make messes disappear. I've done this thrice before, and have you heard a breath uttered for it?"

She smirked some and she tilted her head to the side, letting her silken hair fall.

"Or you take first look, you take what you think truth." She paused a brief moment. "One soul. One, taken in ignorance and panic, but passion blinds us all."

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/17/2006 12:38:01 AM)

 ** It was interesting... how her words went from sounding so uneducated to so educated and back again. It seemed that she was playing with him now... toying with him in a way that he did not truly appreciate, and saw as only a sign of lower breeding. Of course she would attempt to explain away everything she had done, showing all the reasons it was ok.

** And yet she would, and has, still missed the point entirely. **

You speak as one who wishes to conceal the true nature of their actions by giving excuses and trying to explain away everything they do. All you prove is that you do not TRULY understand the ramifications of your actions. You do not understand at all what your actions could lead to. Nor do you comprehend why what you are doing is wrong, simply on the principle of the thing.

** He believed, quite already, that she would not listen to him. That she would not even bother to listen to the truth of what he had to say... **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/17/2006 12:50:23 AM)

He mocks you. Mocks you. A mockery of you. You're being mocked. Mocked Sing songy and riddled with cruel laughter.

"I did not want this! Any of this! It was wrong, but they needed money to eat, to survive."

Her hand became shaky on the sword. Both hands, even the fisted one around the sword's handle came to her temples and she squeezed her eyes closed.

"You do not understand, you blame, you assume what I was born into. That I'm lesser."

You are lesser. Nothing. Pitiful. Poor pitiful bastard. Unwanted. Unneeded. You sicken me. Sicken me.

"He taunts, he taunts..he pushes, he makes me. Makes me. Wanted to fight for sport, and he's made me kill again. I know it endangers us all. I know!"

That twitch surfaces again. That expression was a mix of rage and anguish.

"Stop it, stop it! Stopit!"

But she was loosing control of her reigned in fury, there was a clear path to where she was headed, and it wasn't pretty.

The sword in hand was lifted, he might think she was going to hurt him, to wound him, but she drove the sword toward her mid-section.

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/17/2006 1:00:29 AM)

 ** Without a doubt, the most pathetic display of a Kindred he had ever seen. Even those who were like Julie... dressing like baseborn prostitutes, acting like uncultured brutes... had ten times the modicum of respect and dignity that this Oriental Kindred did. And now she proves it beyond a doubt by losing her composure and giving herself... so it seems... to the Beast.

** Things had changed quite a bit recently... and due to these changes, Ethan was now quite ready to make a few changes in how he handled things. That included how he handled situations like this. Before, he would probably have simply dodged out of the way, using none of his Thaumaturgy to help him. But now...?

** Now, he simply reached out his hand, and put the woman to a stop, even as she was charging towards him. **

If there is anything left of an intelligent being within you, creature, I would suggest you calm down right now.

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/17/2006 1:11:06 AM)

If she still breathed, she'd be ragged. And all the while in her head she heard laughter. She wanted it to end. All of it to end. The blade dropped from her hand, though as quick as a beating heart, another could be in her hand.

"I was not attempting to end you, but me."

Still laughter. Cruel laughter. She hated to think of the nightmares she'd have in the day after this. So much stirred up. So much pushing her to stand and watch the sun rise.

She spoke the words in French, for that is what 'Shale' was, her haunter, the one who plucked her sanity from her every day.

"Il me tourmente. Il me hante. Retraites.°"

Shoulder sagged. Nearly every night she wanted to end herself, and every night she wouldn't give Shale the satisfaction.

((°For look of post only. I speak -no- French Means "He torments me. He haunts me. Haunts." ))

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/17/2006 1:29:29 AM)

** Ethan was not one who knew much about spirits, ghosts, and the like. He was not versed on the lore of the true dead, and didn't know the details about things such as that. However, he did know a great deal about the occult, and such things were definitely included in his knowledge. Spirits, haunting, and the like. Mix that with his knowledge of French... by living there for over a century... allowed him to have at least a small modicum of what was going on. **

(French) Tell me who this is that does this to you.

** It could be any number of things, not necessarily a ghost. However... that is why he was asking the question. Oh, and no... he wasn't letting her down QUITE yet. **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/17/2006 1:33:35 AM)

Shale liked the speaking of French. It was more civilized. His jabbing quieted as if he was soothed, and it was another reason why she spoke it.

So she continued in French. "You have to understand the life that I came from, it was not something I chose. We were slaves." Before he got any ideas about her being indentured, she finished the thought. "From birth."

"Do you know of the slaves of ancient Rome? The Gladiators? That's what I was, and Shale is a casualty of it. A man I killed in the arena."

Her gaze was down cast. It was all she knew, but, there was some civility under it all.

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/17/2006 1:39:15 AM) (French)

 An Oriental Gladiator?

** In all honesty, that was probably the biggest concern for him... at least for that moment. Of course, even as he said it, his mind was analyzing everything she said, and slowly putting it all together. All things considered, she seemed to act rather odd for one so old... but the worst thing, even still, was that she had been an Oriental Gladiator.

** Brujah, perhaps? Or Malkavian? He could not know... but he could tell from a look that she was too scared to lie, and that the truth was the only thing on her lips. **

Let me make sure I have this right. You are from the times of ancient Rome, fought and killed a man in the arena, he has begun to haunt you, and now you are a Kindred of one of our prestigious clans... yet still so haunted?

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/17/2006 1:47:52 AM)

 -Almost- amused. -Almost-. Her dark eyes slipped up toward his and she had to tuck the smile that was tugging on her lips.

"No."

She shook her head lightly.

"A comparison. Early in the twentieth century, in Japan, they had an underground fighting circuit made up of slaved people. That is what I was in. It reminds me of the Roman Gladiators that I read about."

At least she didn't appear so bleak at the moment, and she simply bent to pick up her katana, only to sheath it.

"Many were surprised I was not killed immediately. Small Warrior is what they titled me. I did not care. All I longed for was freedom, and in my sire, I thought it would come, but I didn't know what he was or what plans he had. I thought he'd buy me away, he was rich. But instead...he made me this...and in a fit of panic and anger I drank him dry. Unknowing."

She shook her head. "It has only been sixty years since this underground ring was running, and only forty years since that ring was demolished."

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/17/2006 2:25:43 AM)

** Fascinating. Again, the proof seemed to be adding up that the Orientals were definitely a lesser people. Of course, it was true that the European (and American) cultures had such underground games... but Ethan refused to see that. Instead, he saw it that she was from a barbaric culture that practiced such depraved and violent tendencies that his own had abolished centuries before. But, for now, he was forced to look past that in order to sate his curiosity... and learn exactly what was going on. **

(French) I am beginning to see. So... did this spirit start haunting you before, or after, you Diablerized your sire?

** It wasn't that he was accusing her... well, not EXACTLY, anyway. **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/17/2006 2:33:40 AM)

Eyes closed, sealed to the world. If the look in them ever went soft, one might see they were green. She shook her head in a way that was depicting sadness, but her face seemed to go blank.

"Before. Five years before." She smiled, but it was not one of happiness. She was still speaking in French as he was, "I almost believe it was the very night after I'd killed him."

What is he driving at?! What does he want to know. Fight! Do something! Even if it means your final death. I would be free as you would be.

She winced for some unknown cause and folded her hands in her lap.

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/17/2006 2:46:44 AM)

** Well, she answered that question. It seemed that she was not suffering from the "problems" Diablerie can cause... the Soul Shard, of course... and that was a good sign. It meant she wasn't insane. And if her only Diablerie was that early on... then, perhaps, this was actually real. There were ways of discovering if this was true, of course... but it would require much research, and he would have to take the time in order to do all of this. And that would require a bit more trust, and interest, in this woman first.

** If she wasn't Oriental... but if wishes were horses, we'd all have glue to last forever. **

(French) I believe that there are ways to both discover the truth in this, and, perhaps, to remove this... if only for a short time. However, to do that requires a great deal of time and effort. And you will forgive me if I seem a bit apprehensive of doing that for someone I have never met and has attempted to do harm to me... whatever you might say... upon our first meeting.

** Though he DOES show a bit of trust. He releases his hold upon her, and lets her gently to the ground. **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/17/2006 2:51:26 AM)

Settling on the ground, she can only nod for a moment, but she looks up to him.

(French) "I would give anything to be free of him." Even if it meant final death. She then rose slowly as not to cause him to be worried she'd strike, and she bowed to him, hands folded together before her, but her eyes never leaving him.

"Tia Natsutagi."

It is a trap. A trap! Do not believe this one. He seeks to harm you.

It was all she said for a few moments as if listening to someone. She then nodded with a bit of a smile. "I understand why you have apprehension. I would like to prove myself to you."

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/19/2006 6:21:48 PM)

** He was very pleased to hear this, though she could not see it on his face... that was exactly the answer that Ethan had been looking for. With a gentle nod, he stood, and opened the gym bag he had brought with him. Within were contained two sabers... one of which seemed much more ornate, much more beautifully made, than the other. No, he did not draw out the blade, but he did pull out the less ornate of the two swords, and sipped the bag up. **

I wish to make you an offer, then... however, before I can, I would ask that you spar with me. I wish to see exactly how trained you are with your blade.

** He was absolutely serious... of course, he had been the entire time, so that wasn't exactly a surprise. **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/30/2006 10:01:11 PM)

She'd put her own sword away before this, both were at her waist, katanas of high quality, but little frill. They were beautiful in their design, and their sheer usefulness. She nodded quietly, in respect, and bowed herself to him, from the waist, with her head lifted to keep eye contact.

She drew one of her blades slowly, and she lifted it up in something of a salute before dropping into a pose that suggested she knew how to use both her body and the weapon she held.

She spoke in French still. "I believe our styles may differ greatly."

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/30/2006 10:07:45 PM)

 ** Slowly, Ethan drew his sword out... almost wishing he had drawn his more powerful blade, curious as to how she might react, but knowing it would do more harm than good if he did... and saluted her in his own way, the traditional European way, before taking a very relaxed, yet versatile, fighting stance. The woman who stood before him, foreign blade drawn out, was most likely well-trained in the arts of war... it seemed something the Orientals were quite proud of... and he knew she would probably outfight him in a straight fight.

** But that was why he had created the OTHER blade... as well as a few other tokens he kept on him. To even such odds. **

(French) I am sure they do. However, any fighter worth their sword-arm is able to adapt and overcome.

** With that said, he sat back, relaxed... watching, waiting, seeing what she would do. Should she wait too long, he would attack first, but he preferred to see her style, see how she handled such things. It was the best way to discover what kind of Kindred she really was... if she could overcome her Oriental heritage, and make something better of herself. **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/30/2006 10:12:07 PM)

But she would attack first, of course she knew how to spar and pull back her attacks, but her style was oddly both powerful and graceful. Not much like the European style of fencing, but with more grand sweeping swipes.

She was quick too, but this could be marked up to the fact that she was Kindred, and she could use a talent that those of her clan had, that of celerity to give herself more opportunities to strike at him.

Her expression became fierce while she fought, fangs showing, though she had no intention of using them, in fact, she'd only used those fangs once in her unlife, and she vowed to never use them again. The blades drew the blood she drank, perhaps another way she covered up her true nature in her necessity killings.

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/30/2006 10:20:31 PM) ** Quickly, he pulls up his blade in order to defend... but the blade moves through his defenses quite well. He had never, once, fought anyone who sparred in such a manner... he had never fought anyone outside of sparring, period... and so he was quite unable to see the blow coming properly. Not that this was an excuse... if she'd desired, he might very well be dead by now.

** But he had to nod, and give her the point. She was good, at least as good as he is. Perhaps better.

** But that didn't mean he was out of the game yet. **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/30/2006 10:28:24 PM)

Spinning off to the side easily, the swipe was dodged with barely any effort. She lifted a brow and nearly chuckled. Perhaps he was taking it easy on her, she thought. Too easy on her. That was something she didn't really like, but he had just wanted to see if she had any skill

He's mocking you again. He's making a fool of your skill, of your talent.

She gritted her teeth to strike at him again.

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/30/2006 10:33:20 PM)

** When her sword moves in, Ethan's blade actually touches her own, almost pulling it aside at the last moment. However, he is not quite fast enough, and the blade, once again, sneaks through. It seems that his practice with the other Tremere was not quite good enough for him... that his sparring partner was showing him up quite a lot.

** But rather than be upset by this, he was quite pleased. Were this a real battle, she probably would have already initiated whichever innate abilities her clan possessed... and he would have opened up with his own powers... and this battle would have been over quite quickly, whichever way it would unfold. But in straight fighting, he was now in the presence of someone quite talented.

** As a friend? Or a foe? He didn't know this... not yet. But with a quick motion of his arm and hand, he pushed forward, trying once more for the offensive. **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/30/2006 10:41:01 PM) She was able to duck low this time, the swipe missing her entirely. She tilted her head to the side, his smile quelled her suspicion though. He wanted her to do well, but he was trying.

-Ha-, she thought back to the inner voice, to the haunting spirit. -I am simply beating him.-

She took another swipe at him, but she was becoming over confident in herself, this time making more than one attack. (Celerity)

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/30/2006 10:49:46 PM) ** His blade moved up quickly, and he managed to actually block her first strike against him. However, that strike came a bit too fast for his own liking, and once he found her blade resting against him, having moved too fast for the human eye to follow, he knew exactly what had happened. So, she possessed the Discipline of Fleetness, did she? A good thing to know, but also something that he did not find... appropriate... for such a sparring session as this.

** Two could play at this game.

** Before she would know what was happening, she would see his blade floating away from his hand, and, like a dart, moving towards her... and if she didn't dodge it in time, stopping JUST short of her throat. **

(French) Highly inappropriate, using the gifts of your Clan in a sparring session.
 

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/30/2006 10:54:12 PM)

Her head lifted some, blade just short of her throat and she narrowed her eyes, but it was not with anger that she did, for her lips curled up into a wide smile at the same time. Laughter slipped from her throat, not in mocking, but amusement.

She clapped, halting the sparring for the moment, but he could chose to continue it if he liked.

(French) "But you wanted to see my skill, my skills do include those inherited from my clan as well, do they not?"

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/30/2006 10:59:45 PM)

** Slowly, and with a very firm intent, his sword floated its way to his hand, and he found the scabbard it belonged to, sliding it in with the same sort of intent. He was not laughing, nor was he amused whatsoever, but, at the same time, he could not fault her. After all, he had not set the rules of this game, now had he? She was not responsible for understanding the rules of her betters... **

(French) A beautiful display of swordplay. Perhaps the finest I have seen in quite some time, actually.

** Putting the sword back in his bag, and zipping it up, he continued to speak. **

I believe I may know of a way that might help you with your problem. It is not for certain... and would take quite a bit of study and effort to learn the specifics of what I will have to do. However, if you can give me a way to contact you, I will make contact as soon as I have learned all of the proper procedures I believe might help me in this area.

** Ethan looks back up to her... his gaze as serious as ever... but it is not difficult to understand that he means this. He is offering to help her. **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/30/2006 11:03:12 PM)

Her own sword found it's sheath, and she nodded quietly. The fact that he approved was quite the compliment, and for now the voice was silenced. She clapped her hands before her, holding them in a steepled position, and she bowed again, this time lowering her head and showing gratitude.

"Domo."

She paused then, and she winced as if something pained her. You can't be rid of me you whore, you traitor. You are why I am with you. Your life of filth and evil has tethered me here. You won't be rid of me!

She tilted her head to the side, before she spoke her cell phone number to him, hoping he could keep it in memory.

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/30/2006 11:10:54 PM)

 ** Pulling out a notebook, Ethan began to write down her number, making a note of who she was... though butchering her last name quite a bit... and what he was planning to do for her. She was probably not deserving of it... at least by Ethan's standards... but she could be useful to him.

** And, perhaps, by helping her, he could reenact Pygmalion with her, and transform her into a PROPER Kindred. **

(French) As I said, it will take a bit of time, and there is no way to be certain my plan will be correct. However, at least in theory, I know of a few ideas that, if they do not remove its presence permanently, might at the very least give you a few moment's peace.

** It was the best he could offer. **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/30/2006 11:14:00 PM) (French)

 "And I, in return, will be careful with my actions. I will not reenact the scene I created tonight. I vow it."

She clasped her hand over her heart and bowed her head. When she gave her word in such a manor, she would not break it. She was bound to it. Nothing would sway her away from it, she would have to fight temptation in order to keep herself from it.

She also informed her of her address, an old telephone company building that was turned into her haven. No windows. A cement brick building. Suited to her needs.

"But I must ask, what else could I do for you. This is such a great undertaking."

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/30/2006 11:24:57 PM)

** Ethan heard her oath, and took it for... in his mind... all it was worth: nothing. Honorless people, her's were, and her words had proven that she was just as honorless as they were. However, at the same time, he had to give her the benefit of the doubt, especially if he wanted her to be of us to him at a later date. Hence why he didn't question her... though he would hold her to much more than that at a later date.

** And then she asks it... and all he can do is shake his head. **

(French) For now, that will be all, though I will, if this is successful, consider you to owe me a boon that I will collect at a time when I need something you can offer me. Something equal to the value of what I bring.

** One thing would probably not do this. If he could offer her something as palpable as this, then she would probably end up owning him a LIFE Boon. **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/30/2006 11:33:10 PM) She nodded solemnly, and after a moment a small smile worked its way onto her lips. If he could even smother the voice for even a tiny amount of the time, she would be eternally grateful.

She took a step back, and she nodded once again.

"You now can contact me. It was a great honor meeting you, and clashing blades with you, Mr. Fitch. I look forward to meeting with you again."

Ethan Fitch (Malfis) (5/30/2006 11:40:36 PM)

(French) The honor was all mine. I shall hold you to your promise to control yourself until we next meet; should I hear otherwise, I will certainly make sure that the Sheriff and his Deputies find you, and punish you properly. But... I believe that you will hold to your word, long enough, at least, to allow me to offer you a chance to remove that voice from your mind.

** Unable to help himself, he turned his voice, then, to English... and his inflection to the spirit itself rather than her. **

I am sure you can hear me, spirit. And I am sure you understand that I will be doing my best to remove your presence from this Kindred. Understand that I will not stop until this happens... but after you are properly exorcised, what happens is up to you.

** With that, he turned his back, and walked away, satisfied with himself. **

Tia Natsutagi (Liss) (5/30/2006 11:47:08 PM)

"Good evening, Mr. Fitch." She, too, switched to English.

She then winced, ducking her head some due to the scream she heard. The scream of the spirit in rage and in fear. After the wince momentarily marred her features, she smirked some then muttered to herself then in her native tongue of Japanese.

"Yes, it is so, you are to be put out.."