[Elegante | 016] Heeeeeeeeere's Karis!

[teethofneedles]

[Click. The communicator flips on automatically and for a moment there's silence, which is then broken by the sound of displaced air and a high, agonized shriek, which trails off and dies a moment later. Silence again and then claws scrabbling and clicking over the wood surface of the night-stand. The communicator is picked up and there is the sound of sheets rustling as Karis shifts her body on the bed. Her voice is a bit raspier then usual, a bit strained.]

...what the Hell?

[She lets out a dry, hacking cough, then growls, muttering to herself. The listener can only catch a few of the words.]

Fel-damned... of-a bitch priest... kill... tricky bastard...

[She talks directly into the communicator now.]

Nice trick. 

...Celeste, you OK?

And who the fuck has my armor? I want that shit back.

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[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_{[Karis pours them both drinks and passes a glass to Celeste.]}

It'll be OK.

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

[She takes the glass and stares down at the brownish liquid.]

The Scarlets exist where you're from, right?

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_{[Karis scowls and nods.]}

Yeah. They do. But we're dealing with them.

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

Scarlets chased me for ten years. They caught me an' ripped my face in half but I escaped.

[Downs the drink and winces from the bite.]

I'm scared of priests. I'm sorry, I'm a coward, aren't I.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_{[Karis winces and growls at unseen Scarlets.]}

That doesn't make you a coward. As long as you don't let your fear control you, anyway.

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

N-No...

[She holds out her glass for more, practically begging, and thinks for a moment.]

...

[No, that's right. She doesn't let it do that. She didn't. It wasn't fear at all that kept her from killing him, at least.]

.....no, I guess you're right.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_{[Karis pours her another glass and knocks back her own.]}

It's alright to be afraid. Fear keeps you in control. Just don't your fear control you.

_{[She pokes Celeste in the chest.]}

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

[Looks down at her finger. Not in a playful mood right now, okay.

Sips.]

...

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_{[Sighs and settles next to Celeste.]}

Talk to me.

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

I didn't kill him. I'm sorry.

[Finishes the drink.]

...that's all. I wish I had.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_{[Drains her drink and sits silently for a moment.]}

Why didn't you?

_{[It's not hostile. Just a question.]}

[thiefshonor.livejournal.com]

[Ugh, don't ask that. It's too... embarrassing, and Celeste doesn't even know how to answer it.]

He did something unexpected. Like, I was right there. I was ready to eat him alive, and he didn't kill me.

[Wrinkles her nose.]

...that sort of thing. I don't get it. Maybe he just has a death wish...

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_{[Makes a deep "hmmm" noise.]}

...alright.