Nareth's joy

The library is full, Nareth has just announced she bought a new dress, which seems to be an especially rare circumstance and was convinced to show it to all of us. She went upstairs and changed, coming down in a beautiful gown. Larissa swears everyone was surprised how beautiful this girl thing called Nareth can be, always wearing a trenchcoat, and appearing in dark goggles these days. She did not take off her goggles though. She sits by the fire as the conversation drifts away from her dress and Lari decides to sit nearby, leaning closer to her, stroking her face very briefly. Larissa remembers Nareth trembled when she first touched her, confused, as if not used to such gentle care. At that time she just wanted to check her palm, because Nareth seemed to struggle with a reopening wound, which seemed to be healed over and over again. It was wierd, but she was always wierd. Once, as Larissa walked into the same room they are in now, and found Lorne with her. Larissa is usually not interested of others He finds comfort in, but Nareth… Larissa watched her fire-lit face as she sat by the fire, and leaned closer. So, she stroke her face very briefly "Are you all right?"

Nareth looks back at Larissa, confused, unused to maybe any such soft touch, then shrugs. "I am...fine," she says, but she is not too convincing. Larissa is doubtful. “You don't seem to be fine, you seem... melancolic.” Nareth furrows her brow and stares into the fire. "Not sad," Nareth whispers. "I would not say...melancholic."
Larissa nods and stares at the fire, without any feelings. "In that fire you can see my desires burning. I have channelled them all. I can't live with them, as they burn me up."

Nareth, more confused, stares at the fires and ponders the meaning of what Larissa is saying.
“No desire? None?”
“None. All burn, in there. The library needs energies, Nareth. I had a lot in them.”
“You gave it your...desire?
Larissa looks at the fire, and nods.
“My desire for Him. I needed to channel it unless I explode. Now I am at peace. -- the fire seems to be warmer as they speak, but burns happily.”
“Oh. “
“I gave him...my...it's a secret, Larissa. And I am not at peace. “
Larissa nods. Nareth says “I think maybe I am all desire.
Larissa smiles. "I can see, Nareth. I hope you will be able to live with it. I can't. Maybe I am too weak."
Nareth sighs and turns towards Larissa. "Him..."
"But I *know* how it is. And...He knows I know..."
Larissa's smile trembles in confusion now. "What do you mean?"
Nareth frowns. "I'm sorry...maybe I misunderstood. I do that frequently."
Larissa nods. "No problem, I just crave for understanding. Understanding it all."
Nareth nods. "I saw too much, Larissa...and i thought...but... I saw too much. "
Larissa tilts her head, with a kind concern. "What did you see?"
Nareth "You see that much and you have to keep *on* seeing... Too far. I saw too far, that's all. "
Larissa sighs. "You speak in riddles now, Nareth."
"I am afraid, Larissa. I have seen too much, and I have done...questionable things. Lorne knows it all. "
"But of course He would."
"I don't mean to speak in riddles. I don't mean to. But if I said the truth... "
Larissa blinks. "What would happen then?"
"I...don't know. I might not be able to stay here, and...there's no where else I could go. I have said too much already. "
Larissa's eyes widen. "Please. I care for you. Please don't go distant." she looks away for a moment "I don't want to be understood anymore. I want to understand."
"But Larissa..I have been so, so distant. I...My knife's so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance."
Nareth bites her lip and turns towards the others.
Larissa sighs. "You find joy in pain, right, Nareth?"
"I find joy...in all things, but the greatest joy, I have found in pain. "
Larissa frowns. "I wish I had that Nareth, I would be in heavens right now."
"It's all I know. But...Lorne says I am not evil...even after Whitechapel. Which I do not understand. "
Larissa frowns more and watches the fire herslef. "Lorne sees the world..." she blinks, her eyes reflecting His gaze.
Nareth nods. "He has seen so much more than me, and I have seen too much. " She stops "You care for me? "
Larissa nods.
" I...Larissa, I do not know *how* to care...that way. Any way. I know joy...but that is all. "
Larissa smiles. "That is important. I hope you find it, in whatever form."
"I find it...constantly. I could...show you...if you wished. "
Larissa nods, curiously
"You have made the fire. But you no longer burn?"
Larissa sighs. "It is channeled. It burns brightly"
"I always wondered...where the wood comes from. How it always burns. So, we have each...sacrificed something of ourselves for the library."
Larissa raises an eyebrow. "What have you sacrificed if I may ask?"
"It's a secret. For the sentry ward...it had to be something personal...and I didn't really have anything. But...Lorne says that if I tell, it won't work. "
Larissa nods. "Ok."
"But turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.” Nareth pauses "I'm sorry. No riddles."
Larissa smiles still.
Nareth looks at her intentlt: "But..you would have me show you joy? I must be clear. "
Larissa nods. "I am an all curious being."
"I see. But...there are rules. Lorne's rules. I could not show you here. Well, I could... "
Larissa nods patiently "However you wish"
Nareth looks at Larissa again and cocks her head to one side. "However I wish? "
"I mean anywhere"
"Upstairs...then."

They quietly go upstairs, as all others in the library seem to be engaged in conversation about Brit’s growing reflexes.

Nareth leads Lar to the far corner of the attic. "I must be clear. Pain... Any damage I inflict, I can heal. Whether the damage is to myself or another."
Larissa nods very slowly.
"However, I cannot heal damage done *to* me by another. Nor damage done to another by someone else."
Larissa whispers, almost trembling. "You could teach Lorne lessons on that you know, healing the damage he has done..."
Nareth holds out her hand, and slowly something begins to form there, as though coalescing from he flesh. "Lorne has taught me...control. "
Nareth holds an open straight razor, where there was nothing before. "You still *feel* pain?"
Larissa watches.
Nareth: "Even after your sacrifice? Or do you feel nothing?" Nareth watches the library, to be sure it does not misinterpret her actions.
Larissa inspects her feelings. "I am at peace, and the pain is less. Sacrifice would not be a sacrifice if it did not hurt."
Nareth : "No, it would not be, would it. Is it a sacrifice if you welcome the pain?"
Larissa frowns. "I think not"
Nareth sighs.
Larissa tilts her head. "But I am not sure"
Nareth: "Then I have sacrificed nothing... Come nearer, Larissa, if you wish to see."
Larissa scratches her head, stepping closer. In a sudden swipe, Nareth flicks the razor across Larissa's left cheek, leaving a deep gash. "Joyous... " Nareth glances from the wound to the blade.
Larissa gasps and pulls up her hand, touching it with wide eyes. Staring at her.
Nareth: "But that is a very small joy. I can feel it, what you feel... All that you feel."
Nareth glances towards the stairs....
Larissa winces, as the pain reaches her, and looks at the blood on her hand, still shocked.
"It is not what you expected?"
Larissa shakes her head, to Nareth. "I actually wished for that"
Again, Nareth flicks the blade out, catching Larissa across her brow.
"And did you wish for that, as well?"
Larissa Starostin cries out, and struggles to stand her ground, stepping back only one step. She blinks as some blood drops into her eye.
Nareth smiles. "Joyous. " Nareth leans forward and licks at the blood on Larissa's cheek.
Larissa Starostin looks at her, wincing still, and watches her closely. She trembles, but does not move otherwise. Nareth's mouth moves to Larissa's own, so that she'll taste the blood as well.
Nareth pulls back, ending the kiss, grinning at Larissa. "A very, very small joy."
Larissa closes her eyes, and nods, slighlty blushing. She traces the wound on her cheek.
Nareth: "Don't worry. When I am done, I will take it back. There will be no scars."
Larissa opens her eye and looks at her, watching the razor and her. "You take it all back? Always?"
"No, not always. Only if it is desired...or if I am ordered to do so. Or if I wish it myself. "
Nareth's hands are beginning to tremble.
"Would you wish me to continue?"
Larissa Starostin looks at her. "I said I want to understand. These are just tickles"
Nareth laughs. "Yes, indeed. Only tickles."
"Would you like to see real joy?
Larissa nods with a smile. "Oh, yes."
Nareth draws back the razor, moving so fast an eye could hardly follow, and using it like a knife, plunges the blade into Larissa's belly. She holds it there.
"Don't move....I might...slip."
Denenthorn curses and stalks onto the second floor
Larissa gasps and spasms, gripping Nareth's hand as she holds the knife, groaning.
Nareth begins slowly drawing the razor downwards, cutting through flesh and internal organs.
"Tell me what you feel..."
Hycanthian snorts softly, "Didn't want to tell you ANY fucking how" she mumbled, walking out the door
Seeing her grandfather, Nareth quickly withdraws the blade, slinging blood across the floor.
Nareth curses under her breath.
Denenthorn growls and points towards the stairs "OUT!" he screams he doesn't even question the razor blade, he will later, but for now he is on a war path.
Nareth clenches her fist and the razor vanishes back into her flesh.
Larissa breathes repeatedly, trying to collect her thoughts but falls to the ground as the knife is released.
"Grandfather...I have to heal her first... She would die...if I leave her like this. "
Denenthorn shouts: "HY GET YER ASS BACK IN HERE!"
Hycanthian moves to the door, "Okay you asshat, DON'T SHOUT AT ME! GOD" she shouted back, moving for the stairs
Denenthorn growls "Well fix her and get out!"
Nareth concentrates on healing the wounds. They close quickly.
"Larissa... " Nareth looks up "Grandfather, she agreed. She asked me too show her. "
Lio leans in, looking sleepy but worried. "Everything okay? I was on my way by and heard shouting."
Larissa gasps, and kneels, covering her belly.
Denenthorn glares "we'll talk later, now get the FUCK out!"
Nareth helps her up. "The wounds are healed, Larissa. The pain will pass in time. "
Larissa nods silently, still dealing with the shock. Nareth looks up.
"Where do you wish me to go, Grandfather?"
"I don't give aflying fuck just get off this floor! "
Hycanthian snarls softly. "Don't be hateful towards your granddaughter"
Nareth is almost speachless "Mother... "
Hycanthian bows her head, "Nareth"
Lio Sobczak stares, startled, at the top of the stairs.
Denenthorn snarls back
Hycanthian: "Don't get hateful with me old man. Don't you EVER shout at Nareth again"
"Don't get pissy with me, young lady"
Hycanthian tilts her head, "Fuck you"
Denenthorn: "I'LL FUCKING SHOUT AT WHO I WANT TO SHOUT" he growls
Hycanthian getting up close to her father, her fangs showed, "Anyone you can shout at, BUT DO NOT shout at your granddaughter!" she hissed loudly in his face
Lio steps slowly further into the library.
A loud crash can be heard as it seems Denny kicks over the chem set upstairs "Larissa get OUT!" he shouts as he notices her here
Nareth is already downstairs, explaining to someone "More...specific... I cut Larissa. I used my razor. But...she asked me to."
Denenthorn gets in Hy's face "Why do you care you abandoned her here" he snarls
Larissa moans slightly, still feeling her inner sides slwoly mending.
Nareth continues "She understood what was coming. She asked for more, and I have healed her. Mostly..."
Hycanthian’s expression shattered, she was grateful for the glasses, "I didn't abandon her....i was told she hated me and never wished to speak to me again. I gave her space" she mumbled, growling to his snarl.
Nareth looks down at the dress, suddenly feeling very silly in it. "Oh."
Larissa Starostin looks up at Denny and collects her strength. She looks around seeing all the blood, and leans forward, covering her mouth.
Denenthorn stares at Hy, deep anger in his eyes.
Hycanthian shoving past him, she moved towards Larissa, kneeling slightly, "Do you need any help?"
Nareth holds her hands out to Lorne. "There is no blood, see? I put it all back. "
Lio blinks around, between the people near him and the stairs to a world of noise and shouting. He mutters to himself, "What on Earth happened after I left?"
Nareth glances anxiously to Lio.
"Nothing...nothing has happened. Larissa asked...and so I showed her...and that was all... "
Larissa slowly rises, and concentrates on her own blood to disappear from the floor. She gets paler, as it is hard to distinguish from her inner blood and what is outsides.
Hycanthian Zsigmond didn't touch Larissa, but kept to where if she had to catch her she would, "Larissa, look at me, not the blood"
Larissa Starostin staggers, and looks at the woman.
Hycanthian pleads, now. "Father, wouldn't it be NICE for you to help one of your own down the stairs?" She turns, eyes blazing behind her glasses.
Denenthorn snarls and begins bashing windows and desroying books.
Hycanthian grabs Larissa, sort of holding to her, "Father, calm down damnit"
Lio ducks at the noise and looks to Lorne, fear and confusion clear in black, matte eyes.
Larissa looks up, and the books fly away from Denny, bewildered.
Denenthorn takes his sword to the desk. "Son of a Bitch! "
Hycanthian Zsigmond shouts through the floor, "WILL SOMEONE PLEASE COME UP HERE BEFORE SOMEONE GETS HURT!?"
Larissa looks down at her stomach, and ruined jacket. "Oh, damn"
Lio widens his eyes at the stairs and then turns to Lorne again. "I think it's a situation, Lorne. What should we do?"
Hycanthian looks towards Larissa, then frowns, looking back towards her father, mumbling in a mix of vampiric latin and another language.
Lio shakes his head, holding his hands out as if to distance himself. "I'm way to tired for this."
Lorne walks to the opposite side of the chairs, and furrows His brow at Holdfast "He's probably just going to shout at you."
Hycanthian "If this is over me leaving Nareth, I had my reasons father" she managed, turning completely.
Larissa shakes her head. "I am fine, thank you for your help." She slowly regains her balance, and walks towards the stairs, looking weak still, but able to walk.
Lio snarls at the stairs, fingers curling into fists. "We're just going to stand here?!"
Denenthorn's purple eye snaps at Hold "What do you want?!" he growls
Holdfast4 Allen approaches Denny slowly "Are you alright?"
Hycanthian nodding, she took Larissa's arm gently, "Let me help you down the stairs okay?"
Lorne Harlequin smiles at Lio, speaking to Nareth "I believe she will be down soon. Then you can complete the healing. As to what Denny's issue is, there's a question for the ages"
Larissa Starostin nods and leans on the woman whispering. "I am sorry"
Lio: Or a question for Brit.
Hycanthian "Do not be...please...." she murmured, starting to walk very slowly
Lorne shakes His head "I do not know, Nareth. It certainly doesn't sound consistent"
Denenthorn: "Hy.. bring Lar to me"
Nareth whispers, "I only cut her."
Hycanthian looks towards her father, not even caring to pay attention.
Lio shivers, his posture low and curved. A few of his teeth glimmer through a deep sneer, his eyes trained on the top of the stairs.
Larissa hurries down the stairs, wincing, not really wishing to face Denny right now.
Nareth stands.
Hycanthian helps Larissa down, then looks to Lio, "Help her sit please"
Nareth Nishi: "Larissa, wait."
Lio straightens, his aggression melting.
Nareth: "I have to be sure that...I took it all back. "
Hycanthian looks up towards her father, "Happy? You act like a fucking child and actually scared someone"
Nareth leans forward and presses her lips to Larissa's. Larissa nods to her, and shots a glance at Lorne, then closes her eyes. Finding internal damage that has not yet healed, Nareth’s energies knit the severed tissues and puts blood back into veins and capillaries as she holds her.
Denenthorn growls and holds out his hands and begins reparing the room he just destroyed.
Nareth breathes out, filling Larissa.
Lio reaches out to Larissa. "Here, sit down, you don't look alright..."
Nareth steps back, breaking the kiss. "It's done. Good...as new. "
Hycanthian "actually had some damn good news to tell you, guess i don't need to tell you now" she murmured, walking down the stairs, while watching Nareth and Larissa.
Lio stands, shivering and confused, at Nareth and Larissa.
Denenthorn Masukami: "HY, come back here"
Nareth Nishi: "I am sorry, Larissa. I knew...I knew I shouldn't do that...but you said...you asked...and... "
Larissa clears her throat, and touches her face.
Hycanthian froze, not liking how her father's tone sounded...hearing heartbeats in her ears and voices in her mind. "Why? All you'll do is get mad at me again and blame me for leaving my daughter" she shot up
Denenthorn continues waving his hands arund the room, almost magician like as he repairs the broken glass that held the chemicals.
Nareth: "Oh, your face... "
Denenthorn mutters "I'm sorry" it's almost inaudible
Nareth reaches out, gently touching the gash on Larissa's forehad, then the one on her left cheek. "Would you keep those, or have me heal them?"
Hycanthian holding back the tears, "No. You're not. I left her....but there's a reason behind it. You REALLY want to know...come to the g-graveyard" she murmured, not in the mood to stay here or she'd break down.
Lio drops the hand he'd held out for Larissa with an exasperated grunt. "Ladies, perhaps this'd be a lot easier if we all had a nice sit down?"
Nareth: "I will leave them if you wish....if Lorne...if... "
Nareth glances towards Lio and the table.
Denenthorn Masukami sighs "Denenthorn Masukami, Guardian Knight, what in he world is wrong with you?" he says to himself as he finishes up the repairs
Larissa shakes her head to Nareth. "Make them disappear, please"
Lio watches the stranger rush out the door and looks back up at the stairs. He huffs in exasperation again, throwing his hands above him.
Nareth touches the wounds again with her fingertips, and they instantly vanish. "There... "
Denenthorn arches his wings and appears to disappear leaving unnoticed.
Larissa nods to her. "I need to be alone now." She casts a final glance at Lorne, and takes a step back, disappearing."
Nareth sighs, somewhat weakened: "I..think I should sit down. " She watches as Larissa leaves.

Scrutinized

Larissa walks out of the air to appear by Lorne, with a bit tired eyes, but smiles at him. Lorne crosses His arms against His chest, and stares at Larissa with a look not at all pleased, but quietly, motionlessly scrutinizing.

She looks up into his voids, a bit of uncertainity playing on her smile, but she smiles still, acting confident. "What is your problem, now, old man?"

Lorne moves in response not at all for a few moments, then inclines His head, giving an emphasis to the angerred angle of His brow. Still, He watches her a while longer, and suddenlly speaks in a noticeably reserved tone "Why have you been antagonizing Nikita?"

She chuckles "Ah, that?" she blushes and looks seemingly relieved now that she knows why Lorne is concerned. "Have /I/ been antagonising her? I merely joined a conversation about finances, and you were there...."

He looks quite completely unconvinced, even slightly more agravated. He makes a sound akin to a derisive grunt "The question was not /have/ you, Larissa, but /why/ have you. Do not presume to lie to Me."

Larissa kicks the marble with her sneakers. "I tend to get carried away with the moments, you know me, dearest one." She looks away "I am sorry if an ambigous sentence struck some nerve in her." she wonders for a brief sec, flashing a gaze at Lorne "Maybe she has bad conscious? She could have chosen to let it go." she looks up, her eyes showing more exhaustion. " I merely looked her in the eye the other day, and she was all wishing to end me if I take another step closer. I so wished her to keep that promise."

Lorne clears His throat, speaking in a perfect affectation of Nikita's voice "If you take one more step in my direction, I will end you and Lorne and I can just fight over it later."

Lorne Harlequin's expression changes to one of mocking-non-chalance, and speaks in Larissa's voice "Please do". His expression changes to one of distraction from a task at hand, "As you wish." He says in Nikita's voice.

Larissa inspects her shoe in great detail. "I cant exist like this, Lorne. I..." she blinks some tears to disappear and looks up at him. "I am sorry."

Lorne's expression is temperred with pain--pain that apparently rises strong into the anger, as though it had been waiting just under the surface, just under a hair's width of restraint. The features of His face quiver saddly, and He raises His hands to her shoulders, swiftly at first, but slowing, leaving all His body poised, as though He expends great effort in preventing Himself from embracing her. The anger in His voice is edged and laced with anguish "What is it that hurts so much? Why do you seek to strangle all the other flowers, even those not in My garden, or even potentially? If you are angry, why would you attack Nikita, and not Me?"

Larissa's eyes flicker as she understands his poise, and brushes her fingers against her face. She searches her own feelings, and the words. She opens and clutches her fingers. "I was angry at her, and therefore I chose to hurt her. I never claimed to be wise, and I cannot..." she blows out a great amount of air "I have anger, but I am in no control."

Lorne furrows His brow, half-way between both the emotions on His face. He pulls her into an embrace, squeazing her tight, and nuzzling the side of her neck. His voice comes again, not angry, but stern in a softly empathetic kind of a way. "Do not interact with her again. Do not exchange words with her. Avoid any area you see her in. You don't understand what you are tempting. It isn't the end you believe you want that she would give you, and I could not stand losing you like this...not like this..." His voice trails off almost into pleading as He /says/ 'not like this'

Larissa sighs and nods without words, slowly fading away., her eyes regarding him sadly.

"Innocent" remark

Lorne grins just slightly, working inward slow to the sides of Nikita’s spine. He looks towards the door, and smiles warmly Larissa's way, looking back out the door for a moment. Nikita keeps her eyes half closed, not looking Larissa's way but knowing she is there, "Ello”. Larissa smiles back to Lorne and everyone present as she steps in. "Greetings."

Nerissa wanders in and moves over, hugging Bridgette tight out of the blue before she moves to Denny, doing the same. "About time for me to seek my bed, I'm afraid." He stands up and hugs Nerissa tightly he whispers softly into her ear "I'll see you tomorrow, I guess"

Lorne Harlequin smiles warmly Nerissa's way, nodding "Sleep well, Nerissa". Bridgette Plunkett starts to drift. Nerissa hugs a bit firmer and nods as she presses her brow lightly against his chin. "Tomorrow. Promise." she tells him with a smile and turns to give the other's a smile and waves before her shape grows tattered and disappears. Denenthorn looks over to Brit "You need to go to bed to, my little crazy spender"

Lorne works His thumbs into the muscles beside Nikita's spine, massaging slowly down between her shoulder blades with firm pressure. Nikita leans more as Lorne's finger work subtle magic on her.

Denenthorn pulls up some papers and looks at Lorne "You haven't talked to Vlad, have you" he asks simply. Larissa puts her hand on her hips and watches Lorne massage Nikita for a while. She walks to Brit and kisses her on the forehead, then nods to Denny. "It seems everyone is having a beautiful evening.”

Nikita: “Denny is on the verge of having a stroke actually.” She smiles sweetly though it doesn't reach her eyes. Larissa smiles at Denny, happy for the distraction and an interested tilt of head. "Really?"

Bridgette smiles nodding to Larissa’s previous statement. “Yah....mine was way good.” Nikita adds with a snicker: “Brit went shopping in Venice, Lar. Bought a bit of perfume.” Larissa searches Brit's eyes, smiling. "I am happy to hear that". Bridgette whispers, "I was told to buy 'stuff' and it was a little bottle."

Lorne leans slightly to one side, motioning vaguely towards Denny "Please note the veinous swelling about the temple area" small, red arrows blink into existence near Denny's buldging veins, flashing in and out of sight for a moment.

Nikita Wilder laughs at the arrows, a true laugh that makes her eyes twinkle for a moment.. then it's gone. Nikita Wilder blinks.

Larissa Starostin chuckles and closes her eyes for a bit, leaning closer to Brit's neck. She sighs "Ah"

A guy in swimwear appears for a short time…

Nikita: “Oh look, the circus has come to town.”

Bridgette Plunkett perks and tells the man, "I SAW YOU IN A MAGAZINE!" She runs across the floor and gets an old sportman mag from like the 60's and flips it open. "LOOK! Mark SPITZ" She beams. "He was a swimmer too."

Swimwear guy disappears.

Nikita: Something we said? Nice mag find, Brit.

Bridgette continues to hold her magazine and says, "Oh...I guess he thought we would want an autograph or something." She shows Larissa Mark in the speedo.

Lorne whistle innocently, putting the wand away. Larissa opens her eyes, looking at the magazine and the guy in swimwear. "Interesting parfume"

Lorne cants His head, wonderring at the unfortunate angle of it.

Nikita: „Someone ordered Brit a lapdance?” She pouts. “I didn't get one?” She looks up at Lorne. "Cheap skate."

Nikita: Oh.. lookie.

Lorne Harlequin works fingers lower and lower down Nikita's back, grinning as He reaches the small of her back. Larissa shots a glance at Nikita "I am sure soon you would"

Nikita looks back to Larissa. "Why yes. Women have had to do that for years. I believe a lapdance from a male would be enjoyable however I would rather have picked my own dancer.

Bridgette beams to Larissa. "It's new. and....is too much." Larissa turns to Brit, making sure she does Not look at Lorne all this time. "And what brought you to Venice?" Bridgette smiles happy that questions are back to ones she knows. "An airplane."

Nikita presses to Lornes hands, slightly biting her bottom lip as he hits her lower back.

Larissa Starostin nods. "I wish I went with you." Bridgette Plunkett nods and says, "It was beautiful...but...if we go again...um....Denny didn't mean it when he said to use his card for stuff."

Nikita Wilder: Larissa? Our dear Brit took fancy to some rather expensive perfume.” Larissa Starostin nods, and smiles, patting Brit's hand. "You have very good taste, little one"

Nikita: “200,000 euro worth”

Bridgette beams. “It was just a little bottle.”

Lorne presses specific nubs of muscles and nerve bundles where tailbone and pelvis come together, then works out along the pelvic ridge. "200,000 euros. Luckily, Denny is loaded...apparently"

Larissa swallows and chuckles. “At least it is spent on something worthy.” She winks to Brit.

Nikita comments with a chuckle: „I believe I will asked him to fund my next trip, for the next six or seven times I see him.”

Nikita shivers a bit as Lorne hits some nerves, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

Denenthorn looks to Niki "My dear you are not my daughter, dun expect to see a cent"

Nikita: “Denny, I am crushed. And I never expect anything from anyone, as a rule.” Denenthorn Masukami laughs. Nikita Wilder: ”I think Haven needs a dish washer if you some extra cash for bills, Denny.” Denenthorn shrugs and pulls out five hundred dollars in large bills and tosses them to Niki "Here something for the road" Nikita takes it then gives him a look of mock hurt. “Are you asking me to leave, Denny? But. but.. I'm getting a rub?" She moves back til Lornes' fingers press back into her back.

Bridgette wonders if she should get a job. Since it is obviously associated with earning money.

Denenthorn smirks and shrugs "You know me, Toxia's biggest asshole Librarian ever" He knows for a fact Brit wil never need a job an Ethan might not want her getting one.

Nikita: I have taken a moment to consider your request.. " She tucks the money in her pocket. "I've declined it but thank you for the donation" Nikita closes her eyes and concentrates on the rub. She mumbles “Denny loves me.. really.”

Denenthorn shrugs "There's plenty more where that came from"

“We can work on a fee to keep my out of the library forever if you like, Denny?

Bridgette quirks curiously, "So..why are you upset cuase of the paper?"

Nikita: “If you would let me field this, Denny?

Larissa watches Nikita for a while. "I am sure you would be quite talented earning that money yourself"

Nikita stand up very straight, the air in the library vibrating a bit, her eyes turn to Larissa. In an overly calm tone, "Meaning?"

Larissa smiles and waits a while before answering, enjoying the little tension. She then waves innocently to Brit. "You make beautiful necklaces"

Nikita looks up at Lorne and says, very simply. "I hope you have a spare"

Bridgette nods in agreement to Larissa. "Though...she made Pieter's too, I think..."

Lorne Harlequin smiles mischieviously down to Nikita "Nikita, really? And I thought you knew Me better..." He begins working slowly back up her back. Looking up to Larissa "Did you want a lap dance as well, Larissa?"

Denenthorn yawns "I'm sleepy"

The air in the library still shimmers, Nikita’s eyes taking on a slight glow.

Bridgette might be looking at the carpet.

Larissa chuckles. "You enjoy seeing me around when you entertain others, so I would certainly enjoy it when you give one to Nikita"

Bridgette lisps, "Give what?"

Denenthorn looks to Brit "Nothing, swetheart, ignore them"

Lorne works carefully out along Nikita's shoulder blade, muscles, injecting tiny shots of ecstacy into her nerves as He leaves the shoulder blades, and works back down past the center of her back

Lorne: “I enjoy seeing you, Larissa. You are a joy to be near. Talented, beautiful, and clever.”

Nikita heads for the door, mumbling in Gaelic, all the chairs tipping over as she goes, ending at the one Larissa sits in.

Larissa looks at her, her lips trembling slightly as she smiles. "Did Lorne struck some nerves?"

Bridgette blinks and says to no one. "A hissy fit", she quotes from earlier.

Lorne speaks to Brit, pointing out the door "As you see, Merma only went to the porch, and nowhere else. Denenthorn looks to Lorne and rolls his eyes "I swear I think you're a man whore sometimes". Lorne smiles to Denny, something glinting happily in the depth of His eyevoid "The feeling if more than mutual, My esteemed colleague." He grins, and steps out the door.

Your Valentine

Denenthorn glares "What are you hiding, Miss Larissa?"

Larissa looks up, spinning her gun with her fingers and smiles. "It is a weakness, Denny, just a weakness. I am fighting it, don't worry"

Denenthorn sighs "If you would let me know I could help you"

Larissa stops playing with the gun. "Ah, the angel comes out"

Denenthorn shakes his head "Not angel.. hero"

Denenthorn looks down at the gravestone next to Laris "And I know how it feels to be weak"

Larissa trembles in the breeze and puts her gun away.

Denenthorn smiles sadly "It's easy to feel very weak when you have lived more than one lifetime"

Larissa sighs, her voice softened. "I know it is a cliche, but I fear it is a bit late for me"

Denenthorn shakes his head "It is never too late, I know that too I have gone to hell and back"

Larissa: "I love Brit, Denny, but I hate her too."

Denenthorn nods "Why?"

Larissa: She is so totally perfect and... sweet. She told me Lorne and I are beloveds, and I believed her.

Denenthorn sighs "A pure innocent sees more than even the greatest mind can see sometimes"

Denenthorn: You should not hate her for that, I know she loves you
That girl has been put through more than any demon or angel or other human in this city.....
and yet, she still has that innocence and a love for all things

Larissa looks up the sky, and sits inside the grave, holding her head. "I cant control my feelings, Denny. I try hard.

Denenthorn: Let me help you

Larissa looks up. "Do you think you can?"

Denenthorn 's skin begins to turn to a bronze color, his eyes turn to his usual innocent peacock blue and he looks up at her sadly "I do not know, but I can try"

Larissa shakes her head. "I have not yet hurt anyone, Denny, but I feel it grow inside me"

Denenthorn nods "I have felt anger like this, I know what it is like"

Larissa shots a gaze at him "Do you? Tell me about it? Did you burn down the city?"

Larissa: Did you die a thousand deaths?

Denenthorn smirks "I used to be a demon. I still wake up ready to destroy the world ten times over. I have died many times"

Denenthorn looks down at her "Have you ever been cornered in an abandoned psych ward and captured by a battalion of demons all hellbent on your demise?"

Denenthorn keeps his eyes on her "Have you ever been tortured night and day in hell until you became one of them a follower of Abaddon"

Larissa: I just loved, Denny. Only that.

Denenthorn looks on with tears in his eyes "Have you ever shed the blood of entire cities of women and children"

Denenthorn sighs "Love is a terrible pain"

Larissa looks up. "I don't care about the lives of all on earth, if he loves me back"

Denenthorn shakes his head "You should not linger on him if he does not see the beauty he can have then he is truly a fool and undeserving of another chance"

Larissa: He has my soul, Denny.

Denenthorn shakes his head "Literally has it?"

Larissa nods slowly and smiles. "It was a present."

Denenthorn shakes his head "Then perhaps it is time to take that gift back"

Denenthorn : You have anger and you have an urge to hurt people.....
Use it to get your soul back.

Larissa stands up, looking at him darkly.

Denenthorn stares on, a terrible sadness in his eyes

Larissa: What do you mean? I thought you wanted to stop me

Denenthorn sighs "Against hurting others, yes"

Denenthorn: Fighting to regain your soul is more important
A soul is the most precious gift you can be given
It's why Vlad is such an abomination

Larissa nods. "I was looking for Vlad here."

Denenthorn laughs "You do not come to Vlad, he comes to you"

Larissa smiles at that and steps off the grave.

Larissa: I want to hurt so much, but I still feel weak.

Denenthorn holds out his hand "Let me take some of your pain and weakness and help you get stronger"

Larissa reaches his hand uncertainly "But the pain is giving me strength, Denny."

Denenthorn shakes his head "Pain is holding you back, you just do not realize it"

Denenthorn closes his eyes and reaches out to her aura, he sends waves of courage across the link as soon as he finds it

Larissa blows out a great amount of air. "Please help me not to hurt her. I feel it growing"

Larissa blushes and blinks as he looks into her eyes.

Denenthorn pushes the feeling of love, not the lust for Lorne, but pure unconditional love a strange sensation for someone filled with hate "Have you simply tried not hating her yet?"

Larissa gasps at the feeling, as it repels her.

Larissa shakes her head "I remember I loved her so much"

Denenthorn hold onto the link tightly "Release your anger or it shall destroy you"

Larissa falls to her knees. "I want to be destroyed, don't you understand?"

Denenthorn looks down at her not closing the link and taking her pain from her slowly "No you don't, that is just an illusion if you truly wanted to be destroyed, you would have been a coward and ended your life long ago"

Larissa: Pff

Larissa looks up, into his eyes, strangely relieved. "I cant promise anything. Actually I HATE promises."

Denenthorn smirks "So do I"

Denenthorn whispers "Promises will just lead to more pain"

Larissa nods and says nothing.

Denenthorn looks up at the dead sky above him "Such a lovely night to be in a graveyard"

Larissa clears her throat and sways on her feet.

Larissa: Yes. Lovely.

Denenthorn still has a grip on her to keep her from falling, a just in case precaution "Would you like to go sit down?"

Larissa nods and wipes her eye, before any tear collects.

Denenthorn smiles "It's okay to cry I won't tell anyone"

Denenthorn smirks "Come let's get back to the library, I have a paper I would like to read"

Larissa inhales as if she wanted to say something, but she nods.

Denenthorn looks at her "Is there somethign you would like to say?"

Larissa: "Thank you for... Whatever"

Denenthorn laughs "Don't mention it and don't worry about it, I never need thanks"

Denenthorn smiles "Just don't let anyone know I'm so nice"

Jealousy will be your downfall

Larissa steps through the window, carefully not breaking it, and enters the library. She looks at Merma, finding her alone her, and raises an eyebrow. "Hi, Angel."'

Merma tips her hear to the side watching larissa curisously"are we not on first name terms anymore Larissa?"

Larissa plays with her gun, rotating it around her finger, and nods. "I wonder what makes you an angel, sweety"

Merma watches the gun and stands straighter staring at larissa with half lidded eyes."why do you want to know?"

Larissa puts her gun back to the holster. "I am a curious being, Merma. That is why I am an Omegan."

Merma raises a brow slightly looking at Larissa "Back on first name basis?.... being curious is almost a requirement it seems...I'm curious over what has brought on this change in your demenor larissa." She fluffs her wings and walks over to ponchos char sitting down in front of it.

Larissa narrows her eyes. "Ah, I changed, did you notice?" she inspects her nails "Sweet."

Merma smiles a wire smile at her as she tilts her head back to rest it on the arm rest exposing her neck slightly."one would ahve to be blind not to notice..."

Larissa looks down, and back at Merma. "You know sweety, I am impressed. You actually notice things when Poncho is not around. But I asked the question first. What makes you an Angel? Is that mean to ask that?"

Denenthorn yawns "What's going on?"

Larissa looks up and touches her hat with the tip of her finger, and nods to Denny. "Another one. Great"

Denenthorn sounds really grumpy "ANOTHER WHAT?"

Merma opens her eyes still leaning her head on the arm rest tilting her head to better regard Larissa considering her question "I notice many things"
Merma looks over and smiles at Denny "An angel denny, Larissa is curious" quirks her lips slightly

Denenthorn grumbles and says very warningly as he purposely sits near Laris "Never ever consider me just "another angel""

Larissa smiles following his moves, as he sits down. She leans in close to his face. "You are all living up to your nature then. Congratulations"

Merma smiles brightly at denny flashing white teeth chuckling light silvery tones"Would never do that Denny... your never just an angel"

Denenthorn growls "Excuse me?!"

Merma blinks at him a few times still smiling "Humm?"

Larissa Starostin's eyes widen as she leans closer. "And you eyes glow red. Perfect image."

Denenthorn looks directly at Larissa, his eye covers begin glowing a bright blood red, a sickly smell of cinnamon begins to emanate around the room "Miss Larissa, I suggest you start backing up on what you're saying, unless you want to see the darker side of Praetor Masukami"

Larissa smiles into his face. "Then my Teacher would be proud wouldn't he?"

Larissa breathes in the cinnamon. "What are you cooking, Denny?"

Denenthorn glares through his mask "Who's your teacher?"

Merma sighs softly watching Larissa pick on Denny "She is picking on you Denny, you really must stop allowing yourself to be a good target....'

Merma tilts her head the other way watchign denny "You cant tell from her eyes? Or lack of.....

Denenthorn Masukami looks closely at the dark holes "Bah! Harlequin... I should have known" he says

Larissa looks back at Merma, still smiling. "Yes?"

Merma shrugs as she looks into Larissas eye voids not afraid of Larissas not so subtle tactics.

Denenthorn Masukami shakes his head and growls "Foolish demon"

Larissa tilts her head. "Isn't he?"

Denenthorn Masukami throws off his hood and mask to reveal his cold, sad purple eyes "You're fool if you follow him"

Merma titls her head towards the floor a bit and half lids her eyes watchign Larissa "At this point I dont think she has much choice." She smiles softly

Larissa backs up from him a bit, looking into his eyes, and sniffs the air. "Do you think so, cinnamonguy?"
Denenthorn growls "Everyone has a choice, no matter the situation there is always a choice"

Merma smiles softly tilting her head slightly "It depends on what the other choices are... I suspect her choices are less appealing than following Lorne Denny."

Denenthorn laughs "What is worse than following someone that has rejected you tell me that, Merma"

Merma tilts her head again smiling softly at Larissa "Dont mistake me for a brain dead over the stars fool Larissa...otherwise i wouldn't be here."

Larissa Starostin's smile straightens into a serious expression. and says nothing, waiting, looking into his eyes.

Denenthorn stares directly into her eyevoids and begins searching for a gateway he begins extending his aura as he attempts to read Larissa's mind, the smell of cinnamon is almost sickening at this point

Merma waves her hand slightly creating a little pocket of fresh air infront of her nose as she watches denny stare down larissa, humming soft tune.

Denenthorn frowns slightly "Jealousy will be your downfall"

Denenthorn swims through more of the hatred and anger he feels "Ah, such a sad story we weave"

Larissa laughs. "You would know, wouldn't you"

Denenthorn looks directly at those eyevoids looking for any life left in the shell

Denenthorn glares "What are you hiding about her?!"

Denenthorn growls "Open up"

Larissa stands up, shaking her head. "Ew, cinnamon"

Denenthorn growls as the link is forcibly broken

Larissa: You are all very helpful. Thanks for your concerns. I am moved. - she storms out.

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