Home, Sweet Home

[Xiomara]

As more coven members made themselves known Xio reached over and swiped the rock off the table, sliding it back into the pouch and then her pocket. She smiled at Crazul though the male seemed hesitant at approaching with her there. It was about this time when she was going to say something but Sauri and Azrae had decided to make themselves known, and soon after that Darcassan had stepped out of the shadows.

Ajax took the lead and though he had asked questions of her, she remained quiet; knowing what this reunion with Sauri would mean to him. "We should discuss these things at a later time and in privacy. For now I think everyone deserves a bit of tea. Is the kitchen still in the same place?"

Gaining her feet, Xio was glad that Ajax was still a gentleman when he placed the cover over a very nude Azrae. Gaze averted politely though the men appeared to be unphased. Striding towards Sauri, Xiomara placed a fist over her heart and bowed; the traditional sign of respect amongst her people before she went to the kitchen to fetch them snacks and tea. "Welcome back, Mistress Sauri."

[Daton]

A long figure arrived at the grounds of the property next, covered in the typical tattered brown hooded robes he had been spotted the very first time wearing when he dared to cross the seas during a rough spring tide, a staff in his left hand and the hood over this man's face.... and of course the bare feet that surprising weren't ripped apart by the path ways and litter in the town he had walked through. The gate to the property giving a loud squeak as it was opened, signaling his arrival in maybe the most of annoying ways, after all who liked the sound of squeaking metal?

For Daton it was strange being back, a mix of emotions some good and some bad pride and hurt all mixed in to one big confusing ball, but that didn't stop him o even slow him down, maybe because he hadn't been walking all that quickly to begin with as the gentle slapping of his foot meeting the path rattled through the quiet air outside.

He knocked on the door with his staff which may or may not have held any magical properties but it was certainly a new addition of his items, normally not carrying a thing. When or even if someone would answer all he would simply say from under the hood that kept his face hidden was "Girl scout cookies for sale"

[Cerverous]

Bare feet padded down a cobblestone path. Each fall of the right left a footprint in red. Thunder cracked and lightning rolled and the rain came down in fat droplets to wash his bloodaway. Cerverous stopped and lifted his head to the sky, hair folling from his half-smiling face. A naked hand followed palm up and he stood there feeling the cool water asail his skin. He closed and opened his hand a few times and by the time his walk began again his clothes were soaked full through. A tall trench coat, simple black long tea and jeans, all black like usual but this time the had something unusual about them. Square and rectangular plates lined every inche of the attire giving the look of a black brick wall, they shined when touched by the lights hed stepped past and the rain seemed to bounce right off them.

The path he followed brought him past a multitued of plants and flowers, both exotic and plain, aranged like art. The drops slid from leaf and petal and pattered on the ground and the cobbles and the water in natures beautiful rythm, sour by the wet splotch of his steps. After rounding a foutain, he came to a door and stopped ponderously. The door was glass paned and lights were on inside, shining down on a high class kitchen. This isnt gonna be good if I got the wrong house. Here goes.

Two clawed fingers reached out and gently tapped the glass, a pause and they slid to the door handle to wrap loose around it. His movements were slow and drawn outas he stepped inside and closed the door. Head hung so the bangs would cover his eyes completely he turned around and put the same two fingers on the counter just infront of him with a smile. "Yep this the place. Home sweet home. Welcome back" his smile faded by the last.

He began to circle the counter, fingers still atop it, dragging wet lines over the small tiles. His feet and clothes dripped water and blood as he went, soaked up and left in a solid line by his hair. He stopped again at the far end. "Now to remember the rest of the house."

[Xiomara]

Sighing she headed for the kitchen, undoing the braid with nimble fingers and letting her hair fall as it naturally should. She hummed to herself, feeling dispirited and somehow more spirited than before. The members were gathering back quite nicely and a cup of tea would have them in better spirits, and healing their wounded souls. Lightning crackled outside and before she hit the kitchen the scent of blood filled the air. She paused, it was a strange and familiar scent all at once; something or someone she hadn't smelled in a long time. Confused and worried that someone might be injured she ran towards the kitchen and came up short at the entrance. Her feet squealed as she halted and both hands stopped her from catapulting into the kitchen and onto the floor.

Off to the far end was someone she didn't think she'd see so soon, there was just not way that after what she had said to Ajax Cerverous could show up without so much as a notice. Eyes drifted from his form down onto the dripping floor, seeing the blood there and following the mingled liquids towards his feet. "Cerverous... How did you... You're bleeding... What trouble did you get yourself into now?"

Heading straight towards the cupboard she pulled out some towels out and then set the tea kettle on the stove, doing several things at once usually helped. Though when she approached Cerverous she was wary of the male, he looked confused and somewhat out of the norm. If there ever was a norm for Cerverous. "Cerverous?"

[Cerverous]

He was thinking. Quite deep in thought actually, triing to remember everything he knew a out the houses layout. If he could keep his condition a secret long enough, good, but he also held no hopes as to his succes in that. It would take either some massively preocuppied, highly emotional or stupid with a lack of inteligence or over abundance of hope to not notice that he couldn't see or smell. maybe with a bit keener observation they could see that he could barely even use any of his senses at all.

He was drowning in these thoughts when he heard a seven toned squel and two thuds. He brought a hand up to his head and his face contorted in pain and hatred while the sound reverberated over and over each tone at a different time until it was just a heavy cacophany of noise. Hed not heard her speak the first time thanks to this and each thing she did only made it worse.

By the time Xio stopped and said only his name hed ripped his claws half way down his face, torn a chunk out of the counter top with the specific ripping crack that only wood can make and was neay to his knees growling menacingly low. Blood dripped from his lip where hed bitten into it and from his hand onto the floor where his claws had pierced through the wood and into his flesh.

[Xiomara]

She didn't know what she was expecting but this violent reaction as definitely not something she was expecting; of that much she was sure. Crouching down she almost said his name but something told her to keep quiet, she wasn't sure if it had been the sound that had triggered the reaction but it had certainly appeared that way. Reaching down she removed her shoes as quietly as she could and walked barefoot on hands and knees towards him. The shushing of the cloth probably sounding like a jackhammer against his ears. She took his hands, not knowing whether his emotions were going to be raw to sensation or not, and instead took the cloth to gently wipe the blood off his face.


Even a whisper seemed like it would break him, though she wanted to know what it was that had happened to him and why it was that he could hear things too loudly and appeared to not recognize her at all. Fingers touched under his chin and canted his head back while gentle hands applied pressure to the bleeding portions of his face in order to stop it. He was a sopping mess and she didn't know how to help him if he couldn't tell her what was wrong. Yet she risked speaking, in a low voice, the way you would speak to a child when you whisper secrets of the Easter Bunny or the Sandman right before bedtime. "Cerverous?"

[Sauri Matashina]

Azrae's state made her frown, and when Ajax took the lead she smiled warmly at him. Knowing that they would catch up later. When Xio spoke to her she smiled brightly at her. "Yes, it is still in the same place." she said and returned the gesture of respect that had been shown to her. She greeted the others as well, before she turned back to Ajax and Azrae. "I will take her upstairs, get her cleaned up." she said and looked to Azrae with a soft expression and frown. Az had always been there for Sauri, and it was high time that she returned the favor. "Come on Azrae, let's get you cleaned and dressed." She said softly and with a gentle touch to Ajax moved to walk away with her...Should she chose.

[Blades]

"Would seem the coven is coming back to it's old ways, good to see" Leaning against the wall, watching everything that was going on, the twisted blade glinting in the light as it spun between one gloved hand. "So many old faces yet a few new ones, this ought to be very interesting" She pushed off the wall and walked out of the gathering room having said all she was going to on the matter of being back. Humming the haunting tune of the funeral march as she vanished into the shadows.

[Azrae Sevar]

She didn't fight Ajax when he came to cover up her nudity, tilting her head curiously at the others while he stood beside her. Her focus came and went, hearing many murmurings and mumblings, all assaulting her ears and mingling with the many garbles of demon tongue. It appeared her senses hadn't fully returned yet, though her mind wandered between here and hell. When Sauri took her arm and led her, Azrae followed without much question, leaning into the side of the woman she considered a friend. Yes, this woman was a friend and her name was Sauri. She remembered that.

The snow haired woman had also drawn her eye and a few of the males, but she never focused on them for long. The ones she sought were not here. He was not here. What was his name again? Mal? Yes, and... V... Mal and V, they would know what happened and they would understand. She needed them about as much as she would probably need Sauri. Reaching up Azrae played with some of Sauri's hair. "I know your face... Sauri, have you seen Micah? I can't find my son. Have you seen him?"