{PRP}Quiet I'm digging... Jehane and Lucian (Serpy and Sara)

[serpentsong]

It had been ages since last she allowed herself to travel outside the walls of sanctuary, but she needed her space, the confined rambling of her elder peers and the constant threats of war and damnation for them all giving her quite the headache.

She moved among the trees and dim lit roads, she keeping to her well kept shadows, all but pulling them around her, keeping herself secret to those that would try to catch her eye. Filthy worthless mortals, the lot of them, pointless to even give them the time of day. Her strange pink eyes moved about the streets taking in the sights, the way the word slowly seemed to change, but underneath it all were the well laid strings that her kin had laid. Let them think that very move they make had not been planned hours, days, even years in advance, let them think they have true free will.

She crossed a dark side road toward the local cemetery, the one true resting place for the damned, those that did not make it to this, the perfect and final stage of evolution. She looked down at her hands, she grinning at the gentle line an curves of delicate fingers, the perfection that the embrace had brought her. Oh yes, the were the ultimate creatures in this world, there was no doubt.  

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She moved in closer and closer to the cemetery, she smelling the dusty, rotting sent of bodies in their graves. Upon first though he mind wandered to the Tzimisce that did so often frequent the land where these graves dwell, they had much the same smell after all, grave dust and dirt, nothing like the sweet scented oils and incense that hung from the censers in the cathedral.

She crossed the gate and walked among the graves, that smell of true death growing thinker, heavier as she took note of an open grave. 'A fresh kill?' she thought, perhaps a recent burial? She moved abit closer only to see a glimpse of movement from the corner of her eye. Instantly she darted into the shadows, the darkness seeming to wrap around her like a cloak as she watched for a sign of that which had made the motion, seeing the small stone roll across the grass toward her. 'So there is someone...someone that is fast, but not too fast for me to see...' She let her eyes scan the area.  

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She remained locked in the safe darkness of her shadows for a time, she picking up his words, both those dirrected at her and those that were not, surely this male was insane, speaking to and eyeball so freely. Malkavian perhaps? No, something older, much older. She let her shadows extend away from her body she stepping through them step by well placed step as the darkness slowly consumed the other figure, his world going a new shade of dark. "You know what I am, but not who I am...just as I know what you are gravedigger, and am just as surprised to find one so old lingering here in the open."

She moved about him, her dark hair seeming to blend into the darkness, becoming one with it, the blackness of her clothing doing much the same. Only her bright fur and shining eyes dared catch any hint of light, making her look like a macabre marionette, suspended in the shadows of the night.  

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She did not much like the act that he gave her, the rudeness of the male the fact he dared to turn his back on her. She moved forward then, coming nearer to the grave, she having her own bit of respect as she moved the dirt and gravel, some of it falling into the grave as she did. "You are one to speak of respect for the dead, as you stand in their graves and rob from their corpses." She laughed and shook her head, the sound a dark and bitter tone. "..and what is this thing you keep speaking to...an eye? I do hope it is is some sort of joke that you speak to it, or I will certainly think you mad."

She watched as he moved from the grave, he spoke of puzzles and pieces, but never giving her more than that, a strange creature this dark one, though of interest to say the least. If his kind were in fact still among them and in force, it would prove to be a most interesting night indeed. "I hardly think you familiar enough with me to know my name as of yet, sir, though should we continue this conversation, it is possible you will learn it in time."  

[serpentsong]

The woman could not help but stare at the eye as the man spoke, it was surely and interesting artifact, and as he further explained the meaning and story behind it she smirked. He truly was a necromancer...one that gives new life to old death. "I am certain your friend delights in the fact you hold him so very dear, though for how long has he been left captive in this jar that you carry about?"

She moves along behind him, far enough back to not make it look like earnest. She did not want to seem too overly intrigued with this man. "Madness in and of itself is not a flaw, sir...it is not a flaw to say the very least, simply a...different form of thought..." she laughed and moved to perch upon the back of one large gravestone, the darkness swirling around her body, her eyes catching the dimmest light ans seeming to shine. This one would be such an interesting toy, one that could be of great interest, after all ,the legends had spoken of his kind, spoken of their usefulness as slaves...  

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"To claim one's self as being sane, is pretentious and rude, but all the more one must ask themselves if one is truly mad would they know it?" She grinned and ran her fingers along the stone beneath her, her nails scraping on the marble stone. "Your friend is lucky that you are so diligent. Not many would care enough to bring life back to the dead body of a loved one....insanity...they would day, the dead are dead and the past cannot be undone....such is the will of the gods and should not be questioned." She chuckled, making a mocking mark at the sky above her. She had but one god, the one that made them, the one that still looked down on them and gave them the powers that run through their veins. "Do you see our lord Caine ending all life....leaving it to wither away in death...oh no....no no...our god gives new life, new purpose.." she laughed and let her shadows whip around her form, wrapping around her in a dark shadowed dress. "Though I fear you might raise more ghosts than are needed in your hunt to bring him back, Necromancer....stealing from graves brings alot of unrested back.."  

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The woman remained there, letting her shadows whip about her, covering her as her eyes watched him, she feeling the air around them fill with the dust of the graves that were dug open. "You will learn what you can and what I am willing to give you, for you see, I am as much the shadow as the shadow is me. I will not give you the insight that you need, but the insight you need to know, Necromancer" She laughed and began to move toward him, she watching the eye closely. "Your friend....is was as you are? Kindred...undead...such as we?" She moved about him, she grinning all the wider. She certainly was intrigued by the man, she not having had much interaction with the other clans as of yet.