Morbid thoughts and darker ideas [Amelia]

Azazel · September 20, 2008, 01:36 PM

The First Brightening in the
Month of Cryxatum in the
Season of Spring, PF XV

( From here )

He just smiled at her as he pushed her a hot cup of tea. He knew they would wake her up. They being the spirits that watched over this place, the small signs of them trying to make him leave did not bug him.

"Dead, yeah if I was dead I would find you or the thing that killed me but sadly I am just to hard to kill. As for why I am here as you told me to think hard on what I should do with this craft. And I found my answer and resolve. My answer is Yes no matter the hardships." He said as he slowly drink-ed his tea. Even to him it was as if they were talking over the weather.

"I would like to learn more and do more, O yeah tell whoever was bugging me I will find a way to hurt them. I hate the feeling that my skin feels like bugs going under the skin." It was that feeling he got when they buged him when he could not see him.

Amelia Lynsdaughter · September 24, 2008, 04:56 PM

The tea, coupled with some biscuits left from the previous brightening, seemed to brighten the witch marginally, though after listening to Azazel, she remained convinced that it was nothing the Esh'lahier could not have said around noon with the same effect. She stirred the hot liquid - she had not caught the Kemite habit of drinking it lukewarm - making sure that the spoon did not make impolite noises against the walls of the cup.

"You know, the one bugging you was doing what I ask them to... something you could easily have avoided by waiting a couple candlemarks and knocking on the door. And it was a ghost, not a spirit, but that's beside the point. It is a half miracle the Shisa did not come down from the roof to bite you." She took a sip of tea and then placed the cup back on its saucer, careful not to spill any of the liquid. Those amber rings on the saucers were so gross.

"So you want to hurt the spirits?" she said, slowly, "but you see, the spirits exist so we can exploit them. It is, I assure you, much more convenient to use them than to hurt them. Besides, no-one hurts my spirits and gets away with it." This was Amelia philosophy 101 - territorial to the extreme. Her Lorka, her spirits, her apprentices. To touch what belonged to her was ill-advised.

"But you seem to have skipped a few hoops in your reasoning," she continued, "So you want to resume your studies which is fair enough. The reason why is of no particular consequence to me, though at some point I am bound to wonder what's in it for me aside from dark bags under my eyes." She caressed the edge of the cup. "This city is becoming increasingly dangerous, and I have to make choices. So, what is in it for me? My other apprentices all gave back, and one still is, for what knowledge they took from me. And I'm not talking about money, either. I only take money from those who can offer nothing better."

"To be honest, I don't think you are ready to undertake the initiation rite just yet, either," she concluded. Harsh, perhaps, but this was what you got for waking Amelia when she would rather be sleeping. "If you wanted to survive it, that is."

Azazel · September 28, 2008, 05:07 PM

(Ack sorry, did not get a email of this like I thought I would)

He did not speak for a long time, thoughts about what he could do for her came to mind as he stared at his tea lost in thought. No he would not offer her money, that seemed to be pointless, he could offer his services but that would also seem pointless as he had nothing to really offer. What did he have that she saw of use?

His fighting skills with the blade were not the best, his craft here was rather poor and she was right he was not ready to go deeper in it right now. The time of the talk did not matter to him as he really did not sleep often.

"What can I offer? It seems to be a trick question really as I can't offer gold as you know nor would I offer gold due to it would seem like a slap in the face. I can't seem to offer my fighting skills with the blade as I am sure you have other means to fight and better fighters. I don't think you would help of my craft skills as that is rather clear." He said after awhile then just kept looking around thinking back to his childhood where he was playing in the fields.

"What I can offer you, is simple. Myself if you need help or a task you do not want or have the time. But I think you have that from the first time we met truth be told."

"So What would you want from me? A riddle that seems to answer itself after a while. I think you would like more sleep and our sleeping habits are rather different as I can see., so with what you would like I can also say I can offer not to wake you when it is to late."

Amelia Lynsdaughter · October 4, 2008, 11:34 AM

"Ah, yes, more sleep wouldn't hurt," Amelia replied calmly, finishing her tea and pouring herself some more, "but wisdom would suggest to literally let the sleeping dog lie on that particular topic, do you not think?" She sighed a little and somehow knew this was going to be a long brightening. She had no idea how correct she was. In a matter of candlemarks, news of Shirika's ultimatum to the city would spread like wildfire. Aside from threatening the city, the undead ranked pretty high in Amelia's black list too.

"At any rate," said the witch, whose abrupt awakening had made a bit less eloquent and talkative than her usual, "you are mostly correct in your assessment of yourself. As it stands right now, you are nothing special. I could probably employ you to sell my goat milk at the market... Aeternia knows I have more of that than I can get drunk on. However, the present really is the least important of times, so what you are in the present matters little to me."

"What one went through, and what one will become, those are of far greater consequence," she stated. She averted her eyes from the cup now, staring into Azazel's own for a short moment. "If I thought your current state to be your limit, my interest in you would long have vanished. This is called an investment... I will invest on the low-priced stock, and watch its value grow."

"You will owe me a favour, one that I can redeem at any time."

She definitely liked the sound of that. Amelia had no need for slaves - she could buy those at the market if she really found one to be necessary. Slaves never performed well, anyways. No-one really did unless there was something to be gained. "Do not push for details, I am not sure what this favour will be about, but I will cash it in eventually. I was in a similar relationship with my teacher, and I survived it, as you can see." Images of the 'favour' asked of her flashed before Amelia's light blue irises - a war. Souls sucked out of the body, human sacrifices, and duels to the death. She still lived, but that was the only thing about her that had not changed.