Em was stunned, with her rashness and the change that had come over Damien so quickly. She had felt the air around her solidify somewhat and knew that someone, probably him, was using telekenisis. Her ears flicked as they picked up the sound of the tips of claws clicking on the floor as Damien walked to the bathroom. She stood there stupidly for a fraction of a moment then walked the remainder of the way to the bathroom. She shouldered the door and heard the sound of running water. She looked about the blurred shadows for Damien. Her senses picked up a heat coming from her left and she turned that way, she was weary of the fixtures in the bathroom, taking her usual care not to bump into anything. She made her way over to Damien, she looked down. From the sound of the tap water she could tell that Damien had stuck his head under the water. She waited for a moment, until she heard the sound of the water hitting the the cover of the drain. She moved a bit closer to where he was standing. <span style='color:FF0080'>God I must be crazy</span> She thought to herself as she placed one hand on Damien's shoulder. If he blew up at her again, she would take the hint this time. <span style='color:FF0080'>I'm really sorry for whatever it was I did, but...but....</span> For the first time in a long time she was having trouble coming up with what to say. She just stood there for a minute or two, with her paw on his shoulder, her brain trying to come up with something to do and failing. So instead of listening to her brain like she should have done she put her arms around Damien and hugged him. If he was still mad at her, she did not exactly care.
Damiens orange eyes flashed at her, she stumbled in slightly and he noticed her eyes didn't look at the objects she avoided. Blind. It was terrible a part of him just wanted to roar to tear every being into shreds, to kill every vampire every plant everything. But when he saw such a definate weakness in a person, a disability if you like. He couldn't. When those people he knew feared him with tears in his eyes he was broken. But she didn't show fear. didn't know what he had done to many people in the world. Her paw rested on his shoulder as though he had just lost something important. Part of him growled at her, a deep threateniong growl that could almost taste the blood from her fragile neck. I'm really sorry for whatever it was I did, but...but.... she said and then by some crazy, may as well let you kill me now attitude she hugged him, as though it was the most normal thing in the world. He so wanted to cry... to scream out for all to hear. But he had only just met her and as his eyes faded and his wings smoothed down he anaged a simple utterance... <span style='color:orangered'>no, i'm sorry... i didn't mean..it just happens...</span> He sighed sadly and placed an arm around her in return the feeling of life returning to his soul.
<span style='color:FF0080'>Shh...</span> She whispered. She gently stroked a patch of Damien's fur that had been singed just slightly left of his spine. She felt that she knew what had happened earlier. She had met many Weres and Vamps, maybe he had a similar type ailment. Though now that she thought about it, it probably was not the case. She had somewhat sensed that his eyes had changed once more, dimmer. <span style='color:FF0080'>Why don't we go somewhere else, with a little less people around. Or if you want you can go back to where you were earlier or my apartment or whatever, though i think there are a few nosey 'dragons standing outside the door,</span> Em said, one of her ears flicking at the sound of whispers just outside.
<span style='color:orangered'>i don't mind where i go, just as long as its quiet. I'll speak with the waiter and put him back on his feet again.</span> Damien got up, reluctantly. He hated the aftermath the most of his "attacks". Gathering himself he gently moved Ems' paw from his neck and went to put things right again. Sure enough, outside a small group was outside. They were all workers of the place, newbies of a kind to this type of thing. He pushed the door to the bar open and pulled the waiter who served them gently down, making sure he was alright and if he needed to take the day off that it was ok, he'd tell the boss and ensure he would still have a job. Not surprisingly the waiter nodded, waited for damiens permisson and scooted out the door. Damien pulled out his cell phone and dialled the managers number. It rung once and a silken voice answered the end with an exasperated 'hello' <span style='color:orangered'>Damien here... </span> he said into the little matchbox sized contraption. Of which the silken voice perked up and made a small noise. Damien continued. <span style='color:orangered'>I came to the restaurant, you-know-what happened, george needs the day off and a job when he comes back. Do NOT fire him or the deals off</span>. He added stressing the 'not' in his sentence. A tiny 'yes' was heard at the other side followed by a dial tone as she hung up. He pressed the cancel button on the black static box. Damien sighed and looked around for anyother people up in the air. None. Thankfully.
Em went out into the main area of the resturant and over to the table where she and Damien had been sitting earlier and grabbed her weapon from beneath her chair. She walked over towards where Damien was and stood a few feet away so she was still in his line of view, but not close enough to hear what he was saying. When he put the black phone back where it had been she stepped just a bit closer to him. <span style='color:FF00080'>Well, my apartment is only a few minutes away, about seven or ten.</span> Em said. It was fairly quiet there, occasional hoodlum went running around yelling obsceneties at the top of their voice, but that only happened once or twice a week. Aside from her she did not remember any othr tennants there, only an the landlord and an older thill named Eka that lived three floors up and a few apartments over. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>can't think...teachers ate my brain</td></tr></table>
Absently, Damien agreed, being slightly down and a little tired from the outburst. At least his headache was gone though. He just kept running things through his head tenfold. <span style='color:orangered'>I'm really sorry about all that... i can't control it...</span> He finally said after a bout of opening and closing his mouth like a beached carp. His look was puppy like, as though he'd just been caught chewing moms' favourite shoes.
<span style='color:FF0080'>It's alright</span> Em said. She had been watching Damien and had found it rather cute when he had been at a loss for what to say. She walked back over to him and took one of his paws in hers. She then led him out of the resturant and down a few of the more upscale streets. She turned a ways off and onto a less busy street that appeared not to have been touched in over ten years. Still holding Damien's paw in her own they went into one of the more delapidated looking building. Although once inside it was fairly clear that the run-down appearance outside was simply a false face for the building. Inside was spacious and unrealistically clean and up-to-date. They went passed the landlord, who was sitting at the front desk in the lobby, Em giving a curt nod and then walking to one of the elevators, oblivious to the arden's bemused expression. Once in the elevator Em let go of Damien's paw and pressed the spot in the wall, where she knew the button for the fourth floor was. She then leaned against the ajacent wall, looked up and sighed, wondering what the lights above her and Damien looked like. There was a ding as the car got up to the fourth floor and Em stepped out, along with Damien. <span style='color:FF0080'>Number 487</span> She said, as she neared one of the doors that still had its polished gold numbers intact. She extended one of her second claws and stuck it into the dead bolt and unlocking it before going to the key hole in the door knob. She then pushed open the door to reveal her apartment. It wasn't much. A computer sat, whirring idly at her desk, a stereo system sat where a dime-a-dozen pendragon would have kept a tv set. a couch across from that. A small kitchen alcove was off to the side and a hallway that led to a bathroom and the bedroom. Em's eyes flicked over the shadows until they came upon the coffee table infront of the couch, more importantly the giant leather bound book that lay open atop it. Next to it was a pen that had been hastily set down that morning when Torch had called to tell her that she had gotten some new items that she may have an interest in. Em couldn't remember if she had turned the page full of writing on it or not. <span style='color:FF0080'>Well, this is it. Not much, but it's good enough for its purpose.</span> Em said to Damien.
The place was simple, but nice. It was about the only thing that came from his head. He was out of it still, and majorily ehaussted from containing that outburst. He pretty much been in a daze sice they left, and was only beginning to liven up a little. <span style='color:orange'>This place is nice...</span> He said finally, wondering what the computers stats were, before playing a small smile upon his face.
Em quickly walked over to the coffee table, picking up the pen she used. She stole a glance at the leather book. To her eyes the ink was barely visible, to a normal 'dragon's eye the ink would seem glossy, like it was still wet. She did not bother to close the journal, after all, it was all in ramathian with a few rudementary sketches here and there. She went over to the part of the apartment that served as a kitchen. She placed her weapon on the counter and then took her small silver phone out from her pocket and put it next to the whip. She took a few steps over to the fridge and looked over a list. She crossed out the next line and read the last line of the list. She frowned a bit and looked at her phone. She picked it up, flipped it open, shut it off and then put it back down. <span style='color:FF0080'>Can I getyou anything?</span> She asked.
<span style='color:orange'>A water would go nicely.</span> He replied absently, still soaking in the place with interest. It really was nice. And the computer made his paws twitch. <span style='color:orange'>Sooo, how long have you stayed here?</span> His idle conversation ontinued as, he remebered, and missed his own place in bhim. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>ahh im dead....</td></tr></table>
Em got a glass out of one of the cupboards above the sink. She filled it with water and handed it to Damien. <span style='color:FF0080'>Ah...20 years, give or take</span> She said in reply to his question. She had lived in Bhim longer than that, and owned the apartment for about thirty years, she just hadn't used it much during the first ten years, those had been devoted to exploring a few places of interest. She leaned against the counter a bit and closed her eyes. She had noticed that Damien had a subtle interest in it. <span style='color:FF0080'>You can use the computer if you want, just don't close out of any webpages or music programs. Anything else i don't mind, it's all saved on a thumbdrive.</span>
Damien was quite shocked. She looked no older than him... <span style='color:orange'>oh so how old are you then?</span> maybe she was only twenty five, who knew. He was beginning to feel very young. He restrained from the urge to go to the computer. It would be too tempting to hack into it, and he didn't really know the pretty kiom that well. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>aiiee i am soo dead in the head...</td></tr></table>
Em opened her eyes and turned her head in Damien's direction. When he asked her how old she was she relayed the question to herself continually for a good two minutes, that to her seemed to drag on for ages. An idea came to her and she walked out of the kitchen area, scooted past Damien and made her way to the coffee table. She sat on the couch and closed the journal with a satisfying thud. She then reopened it to the first page. A digit placed on the date she read it. <span style='color:FF0080'>Mia 16, 80935. Mind you I got this ages after I was crashed here...so that would make me a decent amount older than...</span> She quickly did a few figures on the inside cover of the book. <span style='color:FF0080'>445 Ramathian years old.</span> She said putting some emphasis on the word Ramathian. She had never really believed to be -from- Ramath-lehi in the first place, after what with the ship and the others and the dreams she had convinced herself thoroughly that she wasn't, but she looked back at the set of overlaping dashes that served as numbers. <span style='color:FF0080'>Damn I got old...</span> She said to herself, momentarily forgetting that Damien was there.
damien nearly choked on his water, 445!! she was older that his mothers' mother! But she looked so young, how could she be that old? Damien had no idea what to say to her and for a long moment her was flabber ghasted. <span style='color:orange'>wow... i though you were about 18, 20 at the most.</span> he paused thinking, not knowing what to do or say, she was soo pretty, yet she was...so old. Damn i got old... She said to herself, breaking his desperate attempt at conversation. at least you don't look old... he spoke quietly as though it was some conslitation.
<span style='color:FF0080'>Not 18, I know I've been around longer than that...just didn't think for that long.</span> She said. When Damien noted that at least she didn't look that old she smirked and then pushed herself up off the couch. She went into the other room of the apartment and opened the walk-in closet, one half of which housed several books she had picked up over the years. She ran a paw over the spines of the books, trying to figure out which was which by the embossed titles. She came to one with a smoothed over spine and pulled it out. She flipped it open and looked at the page, a dim picture showed up. Satisfied she closed the book once more and brought it back out. She moved the journal aside and placed the thin photo album on the coffee table. She flipped open to the first page where a charcole drawing could be seen. It was of a much younger looking version of her, appearing to be only about five or six, standing in the wreckage and flames of god only knows what. Snow was falling lightly in the drawing and in the bottom right hand corner a small signature had been scratched in by the Yki seer of the time and another by the Yki thill that had quickly drawn it. <span style='color:FF0080'>Here, just a few pictures that I've actually kept</span> She said, patting the space next to her, indicating for Damien to sit down. She flipped a few pages taking time to note the dates on each one and try and get an idea of what the pictures really looked like, seeing as how she could only see them dimmly.
Damien sat down most interested, his eyes pouring over the seers' pictures. She looked young there. She was surrounded by flames and some sort of wreakage. his eyes closed with the mind numbing thought of his old firey home. Em appered to be having trouble seeing them. <span style='color:orange'>Are your glasses not here?</span> Damien stated simply, remembering she had mentioned them at the restaurant when she couldn't see the menu.
<span style='color:FF0080'>Glasses? Ah...no, I actually don't wear any, doesn't matter though, it's not like they help anyway.</span> She said, flipping to a new page. This picture was a photograph, one of her in a dorm room, books littered around her and writing of all kind scattered ontop of a desk next to a laptop. In the picture Em was writing in the large leather book, probably in English though by the date on the picture. The pre-teen version of herself had looked up at the person taking the picture and looked as though she was about to say something, but the words had been lost. Behind her was a mirror, a few sketchs had been taped up around it, but not much else was present. Em looked quizically at that part of the picture for a moment, noting that something felt off about the scene. She then realized that in the mirror only the camera could be seen taking the picture. Not the 'dragon holding the camera. She mentally shrugged, with a bit of luck Damien wouldn't notice it, although if he did it probably wasn't a bad thing. She had picked up all kinds of friends...preferrably ones that she didn't outlive.
