Ita McNairee: *laughs* whassup?
Claudius: Mahmuch. You?
Ita McNairee: naw much. looking to rp ita. instead having to rp abbey! *laugsh*
Ita McNairee: *sighs* oh! I meant to ask you. did claudius stay with ita or run along home?
Claudius: He stayed with her.
Ita McNairee: yay! did they talk or just curl up and sleep?
Claudius: Ot was pretty close to dawn, so they may have been able to talk for a few minutes, but not much more then that.
Ita McNairee: ok. *laughs* he gone when ita wakes up?
Claudius: No, he is there, just talking quietly on a cell phone.
Ita McNairee: oh.
Claudius: If Ita seems like she'd prefer to be alone, he'll leave.
Ita McNairee: naw. ita's a talkitive wretch. you want to rp it?
Claudius: Sure.
Ita McNairee: here? or else ver?
Claudius: Here's good. Easy to log.
Claudius: *As Arlett awakens, Claudius is looking out the window, talking quietly on his cell phone* No...check into it. Any Sabbat presence needs to be fully checked out, regardless of whether it sounds legitimate or not.
Ita McNairee: (arlett wasn't left with us.))
Claudius: ((Gaah...I meant Ita))
Ita McNairee: (ahem.. make that ( ok))
Claudius: ((Gotcha. *G*))
Ita McNairee: *ita sits up in the bed and moves immediatly to stand, then snarls in pain and falls back down* FOOKEN Blight o a fooken.. *she shuts up seeing claudius is on the phone, grimacing apologetically*
Claudius: He looks around at her, and nods his good morning. "I will speak with you later...yes. Good evening." He hangs up the phone and nods to her. "Good evening, Ita. How are you feeling?"
Ita McNairee: Och, like a chick en a foxes gullet, but ah could be awfi worse, ye kain? *she grins* An yer still eer! Thank ye love, ye didnae ave tae.
Claudius: He shakes his head. "I will remain with you until you are well enough to walk on your own, at least. If this place's hospitality wavers, you may find refuge with me below the streets."
Ita McNairee: Aye, thank ye love. *she nods then gives a grimaced frown, both from her leg and the thought that just occured to her* But wha effen ah'm leaden em tae ye? They could o' killed me aye? they let me gain awa. only reason ah can figure es tae lead me tae the ethers.. es tha sound? *she fingers a bangle, spinning it with an angry glare*
Claudius: He smiles a little. "I feel fairly safe. Let them do away with me, and see how the Camarilla's information network fares."
Ita McNairee: *nods, anger fading as she looks at the nos* aye.. ah suppose they'd nae tooch ye, aye. nae ta mention tha they'd ave tae dae awa wi me tae. *nods her head as if closing the issue, not realizing how silly it is to think SHE'D protect Claudius*
Claudius: He deadpans in, nodding. "Indeed." He walks over to a chair, sitting down. "I'm sorry this whole situation has been so traumatizing for you."
Ita McNairee: *laughs, making light of it as she motions a hand to her leg with a clatter* och.. jes a leg aye? *her face suddenly goes grim as she remembers. and she mutters through gritted teeth* Ets LISA tha they'll pay fer.
Claudius: He nods, forwning deeply. "Yes...but you must realize, my dear, how difficult that will be. Rebecca was simply following the Archon's orders when she immolated Felicia...and your chances of exacting vengance on the Archons is unlikely at best."
Ita McNairee: *doesn't like that too much, snarling and looking off into the corner. knowing he was right, but she was a creature of emotion, and knowing didn't make the hurt of lisa's death go away, or blunt the lust for vengeance* Aye.. *she stares at the wall as though killing it with her eyes*
Claudius: He sighs, looking at Ita's expression for a long moment. "I know your sense of injustice...I've seen it in many a Kindred during my existance. This is why I subtly support the Anarchs where I can. It is why I tried to get to you before Basler...unfortunately, Viktor was a little too good for me.
Ita McNairee: Aye tha fook. ee's gaw the anarchs aul trecked entae thenken ee's wan o em! *feigns spitting at the floor* Ah said tae shiva! *sighs and shakes her head, then looks at the nos* yer an awfi good felly, ye kain tha?
Ita McNairee: *ita moves to give the nos a hug.. or would, except that her leg sends firey pain up her body and she grits her teeth and whimpers, looking at her leg like its the devil and its attached to her* Fook et.
Claudius: He smiles a little, and then fornws in concern as she reacts in pain. "Careful, my dear. I don't want you to hurt yourself further. Thank you for the compliment, however."
Ita McNairee: *gets exasperated and lies down, not like there was anything else she could do, clattering angrily.. * Claudius love? Ah'm nae certain oo ded thes. ah thenk ets somewan EN tha cam, and ets nae YEr folks, an.. *sighs shaking her head*
Claudius: He nods. "Indeed, it is. I have my suspicions...all I will say is that it is someone high up. Beyond that, I am not sure."
Ita McNairee: *growls in frustration* Aye.. tha frenchman an ah've narrowed et doon, but NAE fooken much. There's tha malks.. tha ventrue, tha trems, an tha toreador. but ah dinae thenk ets tha toreador.. tha prince was wan o theres.. an they would o caught wee arlett by noow. aye? *she shakes her head* An apparently.. Fausto says tha somewan tha started hangen roound tha nevermore made tha damned bomb..
Ita McNairee: *just blurts out everything, fuck this cloak and dagger shit*
Claudius: He frowns deeply. "Someone at the Nevermore? That's a highly disturbing thought...that means they could have grabbed you, and are just waiting on something."
Ita McNairee: *ita sits up, that hadn't occured to her. jesus pikey. how did you manage to avoid the fucking russians you stupid shit* Och.. Och jaysus aye. but, the weres said tha tha vamp that done et likely STARTED hangen roond afore tha prince was toasted.. ee may nae be there nae moor.. *nods, reasoning mostly with herself before looking up and saying* But ah asked shiva fer a list o aul the anarchs...
Ita McNairee: oor, jes tha wans tha came wi en tha last 3 months, aye? she says et'll be an awfi big list, but ah didnae kain wha else tae dae...
Claudius: He nods. "It is an option...I don't know if you'll find much, though it doesn't hurt to check." He stands up again, and walks to the window, looking out. "What is this Fausto's interest in the situation?"
Ita McNairee: errr *considers for a looong time, gnawing her lip* Ah'm kindo helpen em, an ee wants tae keep me alive ah reckon. cuasen effen ah die, ee'll avetae find another vamp aye? an ee doesnae like vamps *shakes her head vigorously* nae et AUL. everytime ah try tae touch em oor bleed a wee bit, ee goes RIGHT fooken mean.
Claudius: He listens quietly.
Ita McNairee: *ita shudders, thinking of the already huge adam going all wolf man, when the midget nearly sent her into torpor*
Claudius: ((Rolling Per+Empathy in OOC Room))
Ita McNairee: (ok)
Claudius: He frowns, watching her expression. "This man scares you quite severely, doesn't he?"
Ita McNairee: well och aye.. but ets jes. *smiles at the nos* ee's nae a bad felly though, aye? jes.. a wee bet touchy about dead thengs. *nods* aye. ee scared tha fooken shite outta me. We've tha same plans.. ee jes doesnae trust vamps *defends fausto with exuberance, he was a good man. a scary good man. but a good man.*
Claudius: He nods. "That is understandable...as a race, we are not to be trusted. I would hope he could see past that to trust individuals, though. Not all of us are monsters, particularly you."
Ita McNairee: aye.. *she grins* yer nae sae bad yerself love. *she winks then considers* Love.. Effen ah tell ye somethen.. es et safe? will et gain ferther like? ..Ah need help wi thengs, and maybe.. well, yer an infermation-getter, aye? *looks up expectantly*
Claudius: He shakes his head. "My information is never for sale when the Anarchs are involved. And I will be happy to help you."
Ita McNairee: aye.. er. well tha weres wan a treaty.. aye? an they 'AD wan, oontil some daft fooken tart tried tae et awn wan o their own. Sae fausto shot her 'ead aft. but NOOW tha treaty es broked, an tha weres wan a formal apology frem tha group she's wi, AN frem her. oor else they wan her head en a box, compliments the anarachs, aye?
Ita McNairee: *stops to see if Claudius has any questions, or is following*
Claudius: He frowns a little, but nods. "And the Kindred in question?"
Ita McNairee: some daft bitch tha lesaro keeps sayen ee's "Taken care o'" but never gies me nae FOOKEN enfo en. ah'm guessen she's cam. *she shakes her head angrily* fooken frenchman. doesnae like the weres mooch. *smiles thinking of her range,* ee only kains tha fooken frightenen wan tho.
Claudius: He nods. "I'll see what I can find out. If she's Camarilla, I will of course offer a formal apology for the sect."
Ita McNairee: REALLY? *ita's eyes get wide.. she hadn't THOUGHT of that! she moves to hug him again and yowls, making her hands into little talons and shredding at the bed sheets* Fook et fooken .. ARRRG! Fooken Basler!
Claudius: He nods. "Of course...as long as you do one thing. Stop causing yourself pain...please." He smiles a little.
Ita McNairee: *grin/grimaces* Aye. soory love. keep fergetten aboot tha FOOKEN leg, aye? *she nods, beaming at Claudius now that the pain has died down* Thank ye fer 'elpen me, aye? *she pats the bed beside her*
Claudius: He nods. "Anything I can do." He comes over and sits next to her on the bed. "You are a better person then most Kindred I know. You do not deserve what has happened to you."
Ita McNairee: Ach, aye. ah'm saint ita. Ye should meet tha preacher! ee makes me look like a fooken slaveren cannibal aye? *she smiles, thinking of otto fondly, and hugging Claudius. primo or not, nos or not.. the man was a good guy. and he was getting a fucking hug, she's smiling up at him despite his appearance, smitten* hem an Douglas, are both awfi fine fellys. they're tha folks ah'm protecten, aye?
Claudius: He nods, accepting the hug. "I imagined so. Mercy does not understand that by tightening his grasp on his Clan, he only fosters further rebellion. Douglas is a good man...I have not met Otto, though I am aware of him. For the most part, you've made good choices for friends."
Ita McNairee: aye.*she nods* even lesaros an aulright felly, when ye gie past es *puts on a french acent.. badly* "Ayeee am an asssymite.. aye am like ze volf.. scaaary scaaary.. scaaary am i nooooot?" theng. *she gives a big grin* ee's loyal tae es friends. ee jes doesnae 'ave many.
Claudius: He nods. "I am not certain about Lesaro yet, but for the moment, I will trust your judgement. My worry is that he will soon be a weapon of his Clan, and I do not trust people who allow themselves to be wielded by others as such.
Ita McNairee: *nods* ah'm nae tae mooch en es clan. wan o those fooken spooks were stalken me en the university, took a fooken 'and waver tae keep me safe. *sighs and shakes her head*
Claudius: He nods. "You can never trust an Assamite who is fully loyal to his Clan, any more than you can a Setite or a Tremere. Devotion to one's Clan Founder is a dangerous thing...it overrides all sense of reason."
Claudius: "It is faith, and faith can be terrifying. Look at the Inquisition."
Ita McNairee: *looks at Claudius blakly* ita's missed ye love. back oop. Inquistian?
Claudius: He nods. "The Dark Ages. Mortal's faith in God drove them to slaughter many, vampire and mortal alike, in the belief they were destroying evil. The problem was, many who died were innocent of their crimes...not the Kindred, of course. But the mortals, certainly."
Ita McNairee: *nods* Aye.
Claudius: "It is the same with the Tremere, Assamites, and Followers of Set. They have ultimate faith in their mythical Clan Founder, and that faith drives them to do things that they would not otherwise do. The Founder is all...anything else comes second. That is a frightening thing."
Ita McNairee: aye. ah'l keep lesaro true tae been a good felly, an nae runnen after es clan founder. *shakes her head* stubborn frenchman. et'll be aul right love, aye? *gives the nos a squeeze*
Claudius: He offers her a smile. "I hope so. After all, I need you around to keep me busy."
Ita McNairee: *laughs and looks up at him, not minding what he looks like so much. he's a good man* aye, an ah'll keep ye that. *She grins* ye wan any theng love? quizzies? Love? anytheng ah can dae? *she;s smiling, her face still a bit gashed up from basler's pummeling*
Claudius: He shakes his head. "All I require is your well-being, my dear. That will be payment enough." ((I'm almost at pass-out point here...wanna leave it here?))
Ita McNairee: *nods* aye. didnae ask wha ye REQUIRE tho. asked wha ye wanted. *she gives a grin and lies back down, fuck she wished her dogs were here. she was going to be damn hungry in 2 days. she sighs and smiles up at the nos* Aye. ah'm ginate nap then aye?
Ita McNairee: (bout ready to sleep myself. shall we ftb?)
Claudius: ((Sure...I'll just finish with this and Claudius's response to Ita's answer)) He nods to her. "If you need to feed, I can bring something. It won't be the best of foods, it's pigs and rats, but it will let you heal. It is what I subsist on."
Ita McNairee: *nods* aye love, ah et dags. ah kain wha ye mean loves. Ah'd be etten aft me dags noow effen ah didnae tell em tae gain awa when ah was gi'en worked o'er. *sighs and smiles appreciativly* Rats would be awfi fine love. thank ye. *she puts her head on the pillow*
Claudius: He nods. "All right, then. I will be back later. Until then, rest easy." He smiles to her, and walks out of house, making for the nearest sewer entrance. ((He'll bring enough in rat & pig for 6 BP each night, allowing Ita to heal a level of Agg each night, plus waking up. And I'm outta here.))
Ita McNairee: (yay! Night rav! dear god get some sleeps! and thanks!)
Claudius: ((Ya bet. *S*))