Ravyn [March 30th]: So, when Ita wakes on the 30th of March, she has the text message from Dream. They do the text messaging back and forth.

Ita McNairee: (*nods*)

Ravyn [March 30th]: She starts to go about her day, when all of a sudden, she gets an urge to leave the facility, and head back to New York.

Ita McNairee: (malc anywhere to be found??)

Ravyn [March 30th]: CORRECTION: Ita has an urge to leave the safehouse in Trenton that she's in. She wasn't taken to the facility. And Malcolm is not with her.

Ita McNairee: *oh. well in that case, she'd leave the majority of her things.. she's just going back to feed Oster. poor wormy soul.. and she misses claud.. she'd stay under radar... for sure. so the darts are taken, just in case, a note left with her things saying she'll be back soon*

Ravyn [March 30th]: The people at the safehouse let Ita leave, even helping facilitate her with a trip to the train station.

Ita McNairee: *she's very good company, thanking them jovially and slipping away, with only her precious pictures, bangles and darts*

Ravyn [March 30th]: The train ride is about an hour long. Very boring, but comfortable. Not QUITE quick enough for Ita, though...she really does have the desire to get back.

Ita McNairee: *She'll try her best to be occupied. making conversation With everyone on the train. keeping her mind on SOMETHIN, jingling constantly in impatience*

Ravyn [March 30th]: Eventually, the train does reach downtown Manhattan, and lets Ita off. Just as she guessed, she wants to go to Claudius's haven.

Ita McNairee: *yep, scurrying there anyway, she'll see if he's fed Oster, then maybe get something to eat after she snags wormy a cat or nine, slips into a sewer and is off at a run. damn dark. ugly sewers.. best to get in contact with the sandblasted lovly before her mind can wander

Ravyn [March 30th]: She makes it through the sewers unaccosted, and opens the door to Claudius's haven. The Prince is there, sitting in his chair, looking over reports. He looks up at Ita and smiles a little. "Ita. What are you doing here?"

Ravyn [March 30th]: 2,7,9,6,5,4,

Ravyn [March 30th]: ((Per+Subterfuge))

Ita McNairee: Och loves.. *she beams , crawling up on him if he'll let her* COuldnae be awa tae long afore gi'en twitchy fer yer company. *she cocks her head, shoving bangs out of her face* ye aulrecht loves?

Ita McNairee: 3,2,4,2,7,8,

Ita McNairee: (thats ita's per + sub)

Ravyn [March 30th]: He doesn't seem displeased to see her...far from it. He smiles, nodding to her, as she approaches...and then, sighs a little. "I'm sorry, Ita." ((Free attack from behind by the obfuscated mofo.))

Ravyn [March 30th]: 3,9,8,4,7,5,7,

Ravyn [March 30th]: ((Roll Sta+Fort))

Ravyn [March 30th]: 7,6,6,1,7,

Ita McNairee: 9,9,3,2,7,

Ravyn [March 30th]: ((3 lethal)) Ita feels a wooden point drive through her back, and it bursts out of her chest, impaling her heart. She falls to immediate paralysis, falling down and on her back, staring up at Archon Kenneth Nicholas looking down at her.

Ita McNairee: *ita's head cocks slightly at Claudius.. before the reason she's being apologized to comes clear through pain, pikey barely yelping in fright and confusion before her heart is peirced and she falls*

Ravyn [March 30th]: Kenneth looks at her a moment, then up at Claudius. "Jesus, Claudius. You almost gave it away. Are you TRYING to screw us over?" Claudius's voice can be heard responding, surprisingly short-tempered. "Archon, you've done your job. The boon is erased. Now...get out of MY city."

Ita McNairee: *ita just stares up at Kenneth.. not understanding, big brown dog eyes swimming*

Ravyn [March 30th]: Nicholas looks at Ita, shaking his head, as if he doesn't know why a boon's being used on her, and turns, stepping out of Ita's vision. "Miss Kensington, have a good evening." And the sounds of the door opening and closing are heard.

Ravyn [March 30th]: ((used=wasted))

Ita McNairee: (*laughs* nor does the pikey understand)

Ravyn [March 30th]: ((Warding rolls for Claudius & Rebecca coming up; both diff 4. Warding was done earlier.))

Ravyn [March 30th]: 5,5,7,2,6,6,4,4,

Ravyn [March 30th]: 2,9,9,6,7,5,7,5,

Ravyn [March 30th]: Ita's body is picked up from behind, under the elbows, and dragged to Claudius's chair, set gently in it. Claudius moves back, into her vision, staring sadly at her. "I am so very sorry I had to trick you like this, my dear. It is for your own good that I do so."

Ravyn [March 30th]: Rebecca Kensington moves into the pikey's vision, next to Claudius, bedecked in her Chantry robes that she is rarely seen in. She peers at Ita, saying some words in Latin under her breath, unfocusing her eyes. ((Path of Spirit Manipulation 1: Hermetic Sight. Diff 4 for 1st level Path.))

Ita McNairee: *ita stares at him, from her paralyzed state.. confused.. betrayl clear in her eyes.. claudius.. had just staked her.. the dr was disappointed.. she looks quite disturbingly dead suddenly, withoutthe jingling and the laughing voice*

Ravyn [March 30th]: 2,7,7,6,7,8,2,6,

Ravyn [March 30th]: Rebecca smiles a little bit, as she nods. "I have it sighted." Claudius takes a step back, as she raises her voice to a commanding level, straightening up, displaying an authority most would not attribute to the supposedly meek Primogen of the Tremere. The words are Enochian, commanding the spirit to leave Ita and take refuge in the Hard Drive Claudius produces.

Ravyn [March 30th]: ((Voice of Command, diff is 6; next roll is algorith's resistance vs. 7))

Ravyn [March 30th]: 3,3,2,2,8,3,5,3,

Ravyn [March 30th]: 7,9,7,7,1,5,5,2,

Singha -> Ravyn [March 30th]: She sees an occasional spiritual 'ping' consisting of that halo of purple net spiders that scurry out, but no other overt sign of infestation.

Singha: 5,9,9,7,2,2,2,4,

Ravyn [March 30th]: She frowns, beads of bloodsweat forming on her brow, as she tries to reassert her force of will, reinforcing the command.

Ravyn [March 30th]: 6,2,3,6,4,7,1,3,

Singha: 5,5,7,9,8,2,9,10,

Ita McNairee: *ita continues staring, shaggy hair covering her face partly*

Ravyn [March 30th]: She recoils at something, and steps back, sighing and looking at Claudius. "It is much stronger then the one which attacked you. I will have to regain my strength and try again tomorrow." Claudius nods, and looks at Ita. "I will be back tomorrow. They leave Ita in the chair, staked, and seal the room, returning the next night. ((Rolling new Warding rolls.))

Ravyn [April 1st]: 10,5,5,1,9,2,2,2,

Ravyn [April 1st]: 4,5,5,2,1,8,2,2,

Ravyn [April 1st]: Ita wakes the next night to find Rebecca and Claudius, there again. Rebecca looks a little frustrated, but ready to try once more. She unfocuses her eyes to see the traces she can of the purple halo.

Ravyn [April 1st]: 7,8,5,6,1,4,4,9,

Singha: 5,9,3,4,4,2,5,10,

Ravyn [April 1st]: She smiles a little bit, nodding. "You will not escape me this time." Again, the voice raises, the posture straightensd, and the contest of wills begins, undead sorceress vs. spirit.

Ravyn [April 1st]: 4,4,10,4,2,4,2,6,

Ravyn [April 1st]: She rams her will up against the spirit's, battling for dominance. She WILL win. No spirit is greater then her. ((Trying again.))

Ita McNairee: *ita.. just sits, little scottswoman slumped, this was torture... the jeeblies.. in the corners of her eyes.. and she couldn't tell if they were real or not,, couldn't look.. big brown eyes tonight containing the clear markings of panic, will alone keeping her sane right now*

Ravyn [April 1st]: 2,8,6,3,5,7,7,3,

Singha: 8,3,7,2,5,5,1,8,

Ravyn [April 1st]: Finally, she triumphs, and and steps back, as the spirit obeys her. Claudius sets the hard drive down, and Rebecca goes to ward it ((Again, diff 4))

Ravyn [April 1st]: 5,5,2,8,2,1,8,4,

Singha: Ita feels as is she's suddenly waking up from a long and somewhat vivid nightmare.

Singha: All the urges and impulses, the 'rewritten' parts of her emotions and memories fade and she realizes she's not been herself recently.

Ita McNairee: *she doesn't know whether to be releived, or horrified.. sitting staked in claudius's chair*

Ravyn [April 1st]: Rebecca picks up the hard drive, placing it on a table, and nods to Claudius, who rushes up and bends Itaover at the waist, sliding the stake out. He snaps it in his hand, as if it's repulsive to him, and straightens Ita up, looking at her sadly. "Ita? How do you feel?"

Ita McNairee: *ita doesn't know what to say but as soon as she's able her head snaps around, looking all over the sanctum..what was there?.. what was real?.. oh god she didn't even know anymore!?.. clearly panicked as she reaches down to the hole in her chest.. that was real... glassy eyes look to Claudius.. a hand coming out to touch his robe*

Ravyn [April 1st]: He smiles a little, reaching out and smoothing her hair back. "Ita, my dear...say something." Rebecca watches them for a moment, almost a little amused, then leaves, leaving the hard drive behind and closing the door after her.

Ita McNairee: *a high pitched whine as she jerks back from his hand like a spooky dog, then tries to undo it, rubbing her head against his hand.. she bites her lip so hard it bleeds, shutting her eyes* .. augh.. ye. Ah.. claud.. ye fooken.. ye staked me!

Ravyn [April 1st]: He nods, looking quite remorseful. "Ita...I need you to listen to me. What I am about to tell you will explain why I did so, and what all has just occured. Will you listen?"

Ita McNairee: Claudius?! *her pitch rises up at the end, panicked as she opens her eyes, rocking slightly in the chair now that she has movement.. jingling. movement helping somehow* ye didnae ave tae stake me.. ye never would ave tae stake me.. *she sucks the blood out of her lip, shaking her head, trying to get a grasp on her panick.. no jeeblies.. shhhh*

Ravyn [April 1st]: He leans back a little, sighing. "I felt I had to. Ita, at some point, presumably when you accompanied Dream on his mission, you were infected with a...spirit. It manipulated your mind to align your goals with that of a Doctor Schondorf...an exceptionally evil man. In doing so, you had begun doing his work. We had to free the spirit from you, and the spirit would have made you resist us, had we not paralyzed you. It is now contained in that piece of computer equipment over there, on the table." He...shrugs, a deep apology in his eyes. "It was the safest way I knew how. I'm sorry."

Ita McNairee: *she slumps out of the chair, vacating it for the prince, slumped at the bottom of it, hole in her getting a good touching, a scowl as hair falls over her face. her voice is a low meloncholy song* Wha ye mean lovies? Infected me hooow?

Ravyn [April 1st]: He kneels down next to her, stroking her back soothingly. "It...possessed you. Sort of like the mind powers some of our kind possess. Making you do things, without you even realizing they were wrong."

Ita McNairee: Fooken Mind FOoken *the rest of it is lost in a horrible Snarl that reverberates off the walls of the room, nothing sweet or likeable about the little gangrel right now, she drags talons across the floor spewing every gypsy curse and gaelic atrocity she can think of, making up a good many in the process. she crawls away from his hands. soothing as they may be*

Ravyn [April 1st]: He remains where he is, watching her, his expression deeply sad and very concerned. "I am sorry I had to act this way, my dear. But I truly, truly had no choice."

Ravyn [April 1st]: "I could now allow that...vile thing to control you any more." A dark look flashes through his eyes as he says that, something deeply and fervently angry. Whether he means the Doctor or the algorithm by 'vile thing,' well, it's even odds, really.

Ita McNairee: *the cursing has turned into snarling and growling.. and feigned spitting.. she slowly quiets, curling her limbs close to her and looking more than a little ashamed and angry, beyond beaten dog and into dying stray as she dares a glance to claudius, shaking her head* ah'm nae done fer.. well *she lets out a horribly hollow laugh* nae frem a bit o wood.

Ravyn [April 1st]: ((now=not))

Ita McNairee: (didn't even notice. brain translated the typo for me)

Ravyn [April 1st]: He nods, looking at her, as the anger vanishes the moment he focuses his attention away from his enemies and back to her. "Ita, I ask your forgiveness for deceiving you, attacking you, and using people I know you despise in order to free you. I will understand if you cannot. You are free to remain here, in my haven, or to leave. I will not prevent either." He stands up, moving to his chair, and sitting down...the kneeling position obviously made him uncomfortable, with his beyond-gangly limps. He watches her from his seat.

Ita McNairee: och dinnae be daft ye fooken.. *she crawls to his feet looking up at him utterly ashamed, clear on her face* ye helped.. ye. fooken.. *she curls beneath his, head against the cold floor, voice a growly whine as she shakes her head* Nae.. ye've always been a goodie.

Ravyn [April 1st]: ((Sorry, someone was at the door))

Ita McNairee: (is ok. making fish *grins*)

Ravyn [April 1st]: He smiles a little and bends down, taking her hand and gently pulling her up into his lap, unless she resists. "None of this was your fault, my dear. You must realize this."

Ita McNairee: *and so she is pulled, curling into him after a moments hesitation. muttering curses in gaelic under her breath as she tries to become part of the nosferaru, so wanting to absorb some of his goodness badly its almost painful, both literally and figuratively* ye near maddened me.. *she murmers .. talking about anything but what she did.. she'd remedy that quickly.. but now her sanity demanded repreive*

Ita McNairee: (wanting to absorb some of his goodness SO badly)

Ravyn [April 1st]: He wraps his arms around her, holding her. "I'm sorry we had to make you wait in here alone. The spirit tried to infect me when I tried to track you, when you were last here and left with Dream. Only through Regent Kensington's Thaumaturgic skills was I able to be cleansed, and apparently, it had a stronger route in you. The Regent was unable to exorcise the spirit last night, and our wards against the spirit would not last forever. We had to leave you where you could not infect anyone else."

Ravyn [April 1st]: ((stronger hold. What the hell am I typing tonight?))

Ita McNairee: *she nods. the litte woman understanding. however that doesn't take anything away from the lingering look of twitchy panic about her as she rests her head on the boney creatures shoulder* och jaysus Kee-riests.. ah've tae make amends. ah wouldnae blame tha were's effen they tossed me tae wee bets.. fook.. *her lip is bit as she buried her face in claud's neck, not frightened, perhaps the silly creatures too dumb.. but guilty and shamed* fook..

Ravyn [April 1st]: "You realize, of course, that I will not allow that to happen. What happened was not your fault, and was merely a side effect of you attempting to aid them." He gently brushes her hair back from her face with his elongated fingers. "This was not your fault, in any way, shape, or form. I will make them realize this."

Ita McNairee: och.. dinnae gawn an gie yerself et fer a daft gitteren tinkie fooken clert. *she shakes her had, snarling out the words* yer o moore use than a brain fooked lap dag oo canne even remember nae tae fooken et her own fooken friends an traipses aboot fooken.. *it degrades into a gutteral slur.. "fook" in there every few words*

Ita McNairee: *she looks away from him, somehow unable to look at her bastion of all that is good with vampires when she's apparently been acting the part of all that wrong. she recycles her blood through her lip, hungry as hell*

Ravyn [April 1st]: He reaches out, fingers touching her chin and tenderly turning her head so he can look his calm, mismatched eyes into hers. He watches her for a moment, calm, soft eyes looking into hers, carrying a tone of even-tempered insistance. "It was not...your...fault. Nothing you did was. And what's more, I do not believe that the Lupines will blame you, nor will it be difficult to discuss the issue with me without violence. The Camarilla will be a member of the treaty, as soon as I get a meeting with Miss Drake."

Ita McNairee: *it takes a moment before she rolls her eyes up to meet him, giving a half kinda nod, and trying for a smile but twitching to look at something to the side..no.. not a glimmer. the harddrive was really there. * ah've amends tae make. Ah reckon Dream an Malcolm are envolved en tes great muck o et.

Ravyn [April 1st]: He nods, frowning a little. "Yes. I was following Dream...my people tracked him from a cabin Upstate as far as Jersey City, but he noticed them and evaded them in a car chase." He pauses. "Karlos Basoalto is involved, as well. He met with Dream at the cabin, and they left separately, Dream by car, Karlos by helicopter."

Ita McNairee: och fook.. *she gnaws at her lip* ah fooken.. arrrrggg *its a snarl as she pulls at her hair, suprisingly unmatted.. a handful comes out* FOoken.. ah canne even fooken remember naethen o fooken use. gawd fooken DAMNET. *she realize she's been snarling in the poor nosses ear and nuzzles him, the epitomy of apologetic. for everything* soory.

Ravyn [April 1st]: He smiles. "It is all right, my dear. You have every right to be angry with the Doctor. Even I have been angered. The man's actions drove me to my first frenzy in over a century."

Ita McNairee: och.. darlin.. *she's startled out of her angry brooding to lean back and look at him. hs'e sthe one with the hole in her chest, but big brown eyes float over him with as much concern if he'd been the one bleeding* nae nae, *she brings a dirty hand up to rub the whiteness of his skull frowning* why loves? och loves..

Ita McNairee: ((hs'e sthe "she's the".. fucking typoitis is catching))

Ravyn [April 1st]: He sighs a little. "Ita...the Doctor had me angry enough when I was advised by the Concerto Club that you had fallen under this monster's sway. Then, when the spirit tried to...infect me..." His lips curls into an involuntary sneer, and a bit of a growl sounds in the back of his throat. Yes, the always placid Claudius just SNEERED. And GROWLED. He fights the Beast down fairly easily, though, and sighs again. "I truly realized, for once, what had been done to you. I care very much for you, my dear...you know that. I simply...lost control."

Ita McNairee: och.. ah.... och. *always atriculate, the pretty pikey jumps a bit as he snarls, then patters his face with bloody kisses, trying to soothe the beast back to where-ever her mentor kept it so skillfully caged.* och Claudius loves.. *she trys her whores damnedest to show her appreciation, face worried and further guilty* nae nae sweet man.. none o tha..

Ravyn [April 1st]: He smiles a little, accepting the soothing affection from the exuberant pikey, and chuckles a little. "Do not worry, my dear. One frenzy will not derail me. It is not my first, and, I suspect, not my last. Besides, I would be much more concerned about what would happen when I rent the good Doctor limb from limb, were such a feat possible, which I am told it will not be. I will be just fine." He smiles at her. "Thank you, though, my dear. Your concern for my soul's well-being is most appreciated."

Ita McNairee: och darlin.. *she shakes her head, kissing the side where his nose drops off into nothing and looking into his mismatched eyes a long moment* ye leave tha doctor tae those o es nae damned aulready.. ah reckon tha were's'll dae aul tha tearen ye could o asked fer. ah jes hope nae tae me poor Dream an Malcolm.. *her lip is nibbled*

Ravyn [April 1st]: He shakes his head. "As I have said, I will not allow such a thing to happen. You are cleansed, free of the spirit, and the proof is over there in that." Looking at the hard drive. "I will not allow you to be harmed...or anyone else, if I can help it. I do not believe Miss Drake will allow such a thing, either, and she is your employer."

Ita McNairee: *her eyes dart to the harddrive, lip curling into the begginning of a snarl.. she didn't like it bein kept around.. she manages NOT to feign spitting at it, rubbing the bloody kissmarks off the Prince's sandblasted features with a licked thumb* Loves.. why was tha archon eer?couldnae ye o.. ye kain.. staked me yerself? ah kain yer a strong enough brute...

Ravyn [April 1st]: "Was I strong enough to stake you?" He nods, not minding (as usual) of the rubbing on his face. "Yes, I was. Was I able to get you here? No. Archon Nicholas owed me a boon from the Archon's previous stay in the city, and he has the ability to Summon he is familiar with."

Ravyn [April 1st]: ((Summon those he is familiar with.))

Ita McNairee: och.. *she nods, kissing his face again once its clear of her blood.. then she cocks her head gravity of that occurring to her. she leans back and just looks at claudius, making a click noise and frowning to him.. not too bad, releif taking over*

Ita McNairee: (brain fixed it again)

Ravyn [April 1st]: He smiles a little. "If he had wanted to Summon you, my dear, for any nefarious purposes, be assured he would have by now. And then he would have had to deal with me." Though he says it calmly, it carries an undertone that it would most assuredly not be a pleasant meeting for the Toreador.

Ita McNairee: nae darliiin .. ah'm nae worried aboot THA..*she shakes her head, but gives him a sort of broken smile, nudging him her head, nibbling his chin then thinking better of it and jerking her head back. none of that. THAT she remembers.. biting poor malc. she cocks her head, hair hanging limply* ye used a favor?! from an ARCHON?! LOVES! *a frown as she chides him, tone reproachful*

Ravyn [April 1st]: He raises an eyebrow, smiling a tiny bit. "Yes, Ita. I used a boon from an Archon. It was mine to use as I pleased, and I used it. When you receive a boon from an Archon, I will not try to direct you on how to use it. Fair enough?" The tone in his voice is gently teasing.

Ita McNairee: och damnet.. *a disapproving frown, but she sighs and looks at him carefully, affection for the ugly creature clear as she looks at him. it hardly matters what he looks like, he was claudius, and it was the kindness and srength of personality she saw. a nod* och, damnet.. ah love ye awfi.. prat. *she curls up* ah'm glad tae be hoome

Ravyn [April 1st]: He smiles, leaning his cheek against her forehard, arms holding her close. "I am very glad you are home, myself, Ita my dear."

Ita McNairee: ded.. ye gie me note loves? Me note aboot poor Osterwald?

Ravyn [April 1st]: He nods. "I have. Oster has been taken care of."

Ita McNairee: Och good. poor doves aul wormy... ah've tried bleach an Detol.. poor felly needs tae be quarentined like, those worms are robben hem o everythen ee gies. *she sighs hugging the nos close. settling down* can ah jes stay wie ye tae necht? aye reckon tha'd nae be selfish o me?

Ita McNairee: (not aye... ye)

Ravyn [April 1st]: "Not at all. I have already contacted Miss Drake earlier, and discussed the matter with her. She is quite happy you are better, and will discuss the situation with the Lupines, and make sure you will not be harmed. In the meantime, she requests that you stay here, rest up, and wait to make sure she squares things away with the Lupines."

Ita McNairee: Melly.. ochh. *its a long sigh of releif, a quality not yet dropped from life as the pikey curls tighter to the lanky creature and singsongs quietly* Ah'll et taemorry.. ah can cope wie tha hole a while longer.. an when yer awa daen prence thengs ah'll gawn tae be wie poor Oster... aye? *she nods, moving to settle in for the night on the nosferatu,* yer aulrecht fer taenecht?

Ravyn [April 1st]: She nods, smiling. "Tonight, Ita, I have been better then I have been for several weeks. I am more then all right."

Ita McNairee: mmmr. *she curls under his chin, absorbing goodness by osmosis, content to stay the night right where she was* good, cause ah reckon ah'm stayen en yer lap. ah'm nae moven lessesn ets wie ye tae bed loves *a sort of nod*

Ravyn [April 1st]: A contented chuckle sounds above her. "I have missed you, my dear."

Ita McNairee: ((and fade?))

Ravyn [April 1st]: ((And FTB, yeah. *S*))

Ita McNairee: ((*runs off for foodles* thanks for the rp, had me worried))