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Postby Volker » Mon Apr 16, 2018 5:08 pm

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Volker might have been shouted down at the council meeting but he wasn't ready to give up. In his opinion having only two people to protect Amaris was a very poor oversight...even if the other council member knew how to swing a sword. This wasn't going to be a short journey, and with the cultists having attacked Scalvtown it was too risky. Volker knew if he were assigned to kill Amaris, having only two bodyguards would have been a laughable concept. It might have taken him a little longer than he'd liked, but still laughable given what he'd seen of her on their first meeting.

She clearly hadn't been on board with the idea of him accompanying her or his poor opinion of her abilities in battle. It hadn't changed his opinion of her ability to stomach gore, but it had showed him she had a spine. And it really didn't help Oor's snide comments.

When she came home that night, Volker had entered her house through the same window again. He had settled down on a chair with all of her cats around him. Occasionally he'd reach down and try to pet one, but the cats really didn't seem interested in the idea. So they settled into amicably ignoring one another. Volker was just waiting for Amaris to arrive home. He needed to speak with her. He wanted to accompany her. Not just to keep his own sins under wraps while the Elements investigated, but to keep her safe.

'I don't want her to get hurt either, honestly. It's a crime against the world to allow cans like that to disappear because of some fucking political dispute. You really need to learn how to talk to human beings. I'm better at it, and I'm the parasite here.' Oor told him. 'Here's hoping she listens and doesn't freak out on you.'



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Postby Amaris » Mon Apr 16, 2018 10:49 pm

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The trial had been interesting. Relaxing, they might say. They hadn’t a single incident and it was beginning to become easier to venture outdoors. Amaris could say that they weren’t every bit fearful of what might await them outside their doorstep these last few trials, and perhaps that had made them brave. Too brave, it would seem. They were greeted by the usual yowls and mewls of salutations, a smile on their lips that soon fell as they gazed upon the figure in the chair.

How often had Volker haunted their dreams, mingling in with the faces of others that they’d prefer not to think about? It’d been an endless cycle of waking with a gasp, only to fall back into the same nightmare as if they had never left. And now he was here in the waking hours again. How many more nights would they force themselves into exhaustion until all they had was the bliss of darkness? It had worked for a trial or two, but it was spotty at best and maybe it wasn’t the greatest of ideas, but it had worked.

Like they had before, they froze. A deer caught in torchlight. Every part of them tensed, waging a silent war on whether to flee or stay. Would he catch them this time if they ran? Most likely; they figured if he was determined enough, he would catch them. Would he just kill them on the spot? Again, another likely option. They’d reported him to the Elements and he’d showed up to a council meeting soon after; this might have just been part of a greater game for him. That they were one of the many rats or mice while he the cat that toyed with them.

Whatever the reasoning behind this visit, Volker very much had the upper hand. The little bit of combat training they’d gotten from Sephira would be useless because they hadn’t the opportunity to use a spear. They didn’t even own one, for that matter, something they’d kick themselves in the teeth for when they weren’t stuck in place with fear. Swallowing, they assessed their unorthodox visitor.

“H-hello, Volker, Oor.”
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Postby Volker » Tue Apr 17, 2018 8:53 am

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Volker could see the reaction the second Amaris stepped through the door. She froze up, and became the same person she had when he had killed someone in front of her. She was weighing whether to run and fetch one of the Elements or not. The Elements knew of him; the extent of their knowledge was unknown but he was fairly certain the second he'd left she'd reported him. It didn't matter. This wasn't about him. He held up his palms. "There is no one else here." he told her.

'Meaning we're not using you as a dead body storage again.' Oor piped up. 'He's not too good at expressing himself. Not really his fault either, I didn't raise him all that well.'

Volker snorted. "There is something of some import I must speak with you about. The council meeting. I wish to go with you. I do not think the others have your safety in mind, or have correctly estimated the dangers. And you are not comfortable defending yourself. You freeze. Just like you are now. What will you do if something scarier than I am comes?" he asked.

'What he means is, we're worried.' Oor translated. 'And this cult has messed things up for us too. Everyone's more cautious. It makes it harder to hunt, and that's something no one can really help. We need to get the hell out for a little while and your road trip is the perfect excuse.



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Postby Amaris » Thu Apr 19, 2018 6:32 pm

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By no one else, they assumed he meant there wasn’t another body. That only worked to relieve some concerns, but not enough. Oor’s confirmation still didn’t help, if they were going to be honest. His candor probably made them feel worse, knowing that they might later be subject to housing the remains of Volker’s kills. Of the remains of people for him to feast upon later.

Swallowing, they listened to the man. They should be offended. They should be furious, really, for the way he was slandering the others. That, they were working towards. But for the most part, all they could think of was how he was partly right in regards to his assumption of them freezing up. They had done so before, and they would likely do it again. They took too long to think out their options and weigh decisions. The mixed blood could confidently state that they were not combat-minded and they were pleased with that.

Volker’s worry did not comfort them, even as Oor “translated” and revealed the true reason by them coming along. He needed to wait for the heat of the attention on him to die down. They simply stood there a moment, not quite frozen this time. They drew to their full height, back straight.

“I would like to ask for you respectfully to leave.” Their words were slow, gaze dropped to the cats around the man. The felines were comfortable; traitors. The thought was gone in the same trill it appeared as their gaze flickered to Volker and Oor. “The trip to Viden is for official business and I am not the one in charge of deciding who all is coming aside from myself and Professor Augustin.”
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Postby Volker » Fri Apr 20, 2018 10:49 pm

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Volker truly was worried for Amaris. In his opinion she shouldn't have gone with anything less than a full guard, and the fact that there was only a professor, a loose cannon swordswoman, and someone he didn't know didn't sit well with him at all. This was what he was terrible at; expressing concern for others. He couldn't explain exactly why he was so worried for Amaris. She was the only one he'd known to treat him kindly, or at least respectfully, without a show of force. She was smarter than others, didn't scream at him, and was quiet. He wanted to stay around her for as long as possible.

"Propose that I come with you. I do not think you have adequate protection." Volker urged her, but he stood up anyway. Craning his head to look up at her was getting difficult. "You know I am more than capable. No cultist or soldier would dare touch you."
'Look. What he's trying to do is be a friend to you.' Oor said. 'What you did meant a lot to us. The not screaming. I mean sure, you vomited and passed out, but you're probably one of the few to treat us like people. You're polite. You don't scream at us. There's no calling to the guard while we're here. It's not something either of us want to see disappear from this earth, really. I know you're scared of us. I know we're both rude in different ways, mostly because I've learned socialization from crazy people and he's learned it from me. Give us a chance?'

It wasn't exactly the way Volker felt, but Oor was better at expressing emotions for the both of them. "It is not just an excuse to get out of Scalvoris. I would weather it had I no choice. We do wish to go with you, Amaris. Help the council see that. I am not good at persuading people." he told her.

'Putting it lightly.' Oor added. Finding Volker friends or people who could stand him had been...well, a hell of a battle. Oor had tried a lot in the past, and given up on a lot. It was a bit like Volker's education; he simply wasn't cut out to teach him things like this. After all, what blithering idiot of a mage inducts a nine year old and leaves his care to a monster?



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Postby Amaris » Sat Apr 21, 2018 11:28 pm

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They weren’t convinced. Not completely, at least. Volker was most likely in this for his own selfish gain as they had thought from the beginning and Oor would of course back him up; it was in his best interest to. Lips pursed, they glanced between the two. “Where I’m going, I will not need protection. Viden and Scalvoris remain on amicable terms. There isn’t a concern for violence, and if there is, Padraig is more than sufficient in providing just that.” If they were using the mixed blood’s home as a place to store bodies, the pair would be using them to smuggle them off of Scalvoris while they remained wanted. That, they could not allow.

Friend? Friend? Volker was not a friend they wanted. A friend would not kill a man in front of them. A friend would not sneak into their home and terrify them. Oor explanation did clarify a few things, but it didn’t excuse anything. Volker was, essentially, sick. He needed help they could not provide, and someone needed to do something about it. They certainly hadn’t been raised on the idea of eating the flesh of other people. They fixed a hard stare on the man, features not quite relaxed but not so obvious to their internal debate as they were before. If Volker had only learned from Oor, who they were only somewhat sure was a spirit and would have been around for some time...they didn’t want to really think of how long the two had been together. That was a hole they’d rather not go down. Jaw clenched, they turned away from them.

Their movements with stiff as they stepped around Volker to remove Butterball from the chair. They had to inspect the rest of the cats, lest they truly be lying and had hid a body somewhere in their home. Surely one of the cats would have gotten to it by now. Amaris wasn’t sure how long the man had been sitting there, but they didn’t want it to have been long. And every then, he could have had ample amounts of time to hide a body. Turning Butterball this way and that, they found nothing to suggest he might have gotten into something he wasn’t supposed to have. The Twins peered up at the mixed blood from their usual perch, and they decided they would be the last checked.

“Even if I wanted to, I’m not sure anyone would be willing for you to come along after your outburst at the council meeting.” It was not something they would soon forget, seeing as Volker seemed intent on insulting their capabilities at every turn. And surely Padraig would be something of the same way; having to work so hard only for someone to dismiss all his ability. “You were out of place then, and you are now.” Somewhere in the back of their mind, they thought they sounded a bit like their mother, reprimanding a small child.
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Postby Volker » Sun Apr 22, 2018 1:11 am

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Volker listened to them silently, and watched her inspect the cats. Of course. She thought he was lying and the cats were gorging themselves on fresh meat hidden somewhere in the house. He took a deep breath, and watched her body language. She was angry with him. Ah, the outburst at the council meeting. "I was ignored." he said simply. "Your council was not concerned about public inquiry, even if they asked for questions. They only wanted to hear each other speak. I did not like being ignored. They are the type that will ignore someone they consider a lesser creature. It was like they were...acting in a play. I have never lied in my life. What I spoke about you was true, as far as I know. I am always out of place. It doesn't matter then and it doesn't now."

He looked down. His outburst at the council had come from being treated like a piece of furniture. Like the others had invited the public in for their own benefit. To be seen doing something. It had frustrated him, the way those people had sat as judge and jury over what would happen to a city without a thought of the citizens within it. When they were discussed it was with some sort of manufactured sympathy that rang hollow.

"And there is nothing for your cats to get into." he added quietly. "I meant what I said about not lying."

Inwardly he was still. Still in the way that he'd stepped toward what he thought could have been a friendship, been rejected, and had shut down any feeling toward the matter. "I misinterpreted your fear for kindness. Fear that is going to get you killed some day, whether it be on the road to Viden or not." Volker told her. "Especially with the hatred brewing in this city toward the Elements and by extension the council."

'Look, I know you think you're so much better than we are. But this is how we've survived. Might be damn simple for you with a roof over your head playing nanny to a bunch of felines, but it's not so for us. It was hard for us to come here much less try and convince you we only want to be friends with you. Shit I can't remember the last time we talked to someone for more than a few days straight.'
Oor told her. 'Enjoy the pissing match with Rynmere. Ask the lady of Viden for a nice room. Rub elbows with royalty. The ones good enough for your friendship. We'll be sleeping in the fucking cart three alleyways down.'

Volker silently got up and moved one of the cats out of the way. Oor had the urge to kill a few, just to get the frustration out, but it would upset his companion so he refrained. He was lonely, Volker was lonely, but no one would forgive them for what they were. Volker headed back toward the window.

'We can weather the storm by sabotaging the dock rebuild. Our lady of eternal bitchy martyrdom deserves a nice kick in the teeth.' Oor muttered.
"Oor."
'Yeah?'
"I'm tired. Just be silent for a little while." Volker told him. At the moment he just wanted to go curl up in the cart and sleep for a little while. More than a little while. As long as the cold would allow him to before urging him to move. He hated being alone, but nothing had changed in half a century and it didn't look like that was changing. How stupid could he have been to mistake her paralyzed terror for actually being kind? Or did he just not know what kindness looked like anymore? He sighed, climbed through the window, and sat underneath it for a little while. He leaned the back of his head against the house. He half expected her to go screaming for the Elements.



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Postby Amaris » Fri Apr 27, 2018 12:05 am

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Dealing with Volker was nothing short of an experience. They had before been crippled with fear and had thought it best to face him head on. The opposition they were faced with was once again reminiscent of a child. He gave all his reasons and justifications, but he hadn’t bothered to apologize. Not one utterance of an apology or some semblance of one. Because he felt he was right and they were wrong, but he was wrong.

“You have to be allowed by a member of council to speak before you’re acknowledged, otherwise it is seen as a passing outburst. You spoke twice without getting any sort of approval. A simple ‘may I interject’ might have worked.” And yet, still no apology. The held one of the twins in their hands, fingers buried in the white fur for a moment as they contemplated the situation. Their back remained to Volker as he continued on, and they were beginning to be grateful for this. Then, the man wouldn’t be able to see the anger creeping into their features. It surprised even themselves, having been sure that they would be more tired with this interaction than angry. But the fist of such anger seized them in its unflinching grip and they had to set the cat down for fear of hurting it.

Why were they in the wrong? Was it wrong to be afraid when someone breaks into your home and puts a knife to your back? Was it wrong to be frightened when you had to carry a quickly freezing human torso around until a patrolling element spotted you? And even then, being trapped within your own home with the memory of all that had transpired simply because you feared for running into the person behind it all? Every last retort lay there on their tongue, but never making it any further.

Shame washed over them, tainting the anger and turning it into something else. Amaris wasn’t sure what to call it, but they’d never want to have to feel it again and name it. Their stomach knotted, churning as a headache began to form just beyond their temple. They closed their eyes, taking in a deep breath as they leaned forward to rest their head against the wall. Oor could say all he wanted, and Volker could do just the same. Yes, they were afraid, but the pair had misplaced all their assumptions and placed themselves at the pinnacle of right. The mixed blood had not taken into consideration their feelings beforehand, but it didn’t matter much now; a verdict was given.

They waited a moment to be sure it was quiet in the house, save the occasional mewl of a cat, to be sure that Volker was truly gone. Shoulders slumped, they sighed. This was, to be sure, not what they had envisioned for their trial. Having felt better, more confident in that there would be a possibility of not meeting the man on this trial, and yet -

Both parties could kid themselves and say this was built entirely on a misunderstanding. In a sense, they would be right. But it was not the fault of Amaris, and maybe not even of Volker, but of something else. Oor has said something about raising the man, and if that were the case, someone had to have abandoned him for it to come to this. And that, in the end, was where the fault laid. Someone had done Volker wrong long ago and now he was left to run amok in the misguidance of Oor. A short chuckle of disbelief left them as they realized they were rationalizing a murderer.

They stayed in that spot for what felt like breaks before getting up, a decision made as they stepped outside to search for the man.
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Postby Volker » Fri Apr 27, 2018 10:54 pm

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Volker was settled quietly under the window, and Oor silently sat next to him. The old man had his head against the section of wall under the window, and his eyes were closed. Oor sensed the exhaustion in him; so much of Volker's life had been spent desperately clawing for some sort of connection with his own kind. In a way, he wasn't really human anymore. He didn't know how to act like one, and he hadn't done much other humans would consider normal. Oor liked it, because it made Volker completely and utterly dependent on him. But humans withered without any sort of contact with their own kind, be it a mate or a friend.

Maybe Oor had been wrong to drive away every tentative friendship Volker had tried to make. The man never stopped trying, even after a half century of his prospects being murdered, flayed, or attempting to do the same to him. Oor hadn't allowed Volker's father any friends, and it had culminated in the frustrated rape that had spawned Volker. Klaus had been so desperate for human connection of any sort that he'd snapped. Maybe the only reason Volker had lasted this long was he was grasping for something he'd never had. He didn't know what he was missing, only that he was missing it.

Oor sighed when he heard Amaris' door open. 'Come on. It's time to go.' he said quietly, without a hint of judgement. 'She's going for the Elements. I know you have to die one day, but I'd rather it not be on the end of a rope.'

Volker only took a deep breath, and let it out through his nostrils, ignoring Oor.



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Postby Amaris » Sun May 06, 2018 5:50 pm

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They were, somewhat, at fault. Had they recognized that Volker was without a certain type of instruction, maybe they would have been able to help. Perhaps they might have even been able to save the man he’d killed upon their first meeting. Perhaps they could have done a lot of things, but the fear in the situation had been justified. And they had been right to be afraid for their life, with a knife pressed to their back. But all that dwelling was pointless. The silver haired mixed blood figured they could not change the past without divine help, and as far as their luck went, such a thing was unlikely.

Oor had said the pair would be a few streets down in an alley, and that was where they headed. It would not be good if they drew attention to themselves or Volker, and thus they remained quiet for the most part. There was still a good deal of milling about of other citizens, whom they watched with little interest as they went. The partially stealthy nature of their venture outside to not-quite chase a cannibal down left a bitter taste in their mouth. Maybe they should think of another way to phrase it, or drop the idea of it from their minds entirely. They were going to meet...and acquaintance with important information. It would be no different to how they’d gone to see the egg with Lavana.

It was a short walk made shorter by long, rushed strides. A turn, and they were there. Maybe. Possibly. They did see a cart, as Oor had said, but they could not be sure it was the right cart. All they could do was wait to see if they hadn’t managed to make a mess of even this.
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