Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140407143747/@comment-3293219-20140409082504

Kaizen decided to stay up and catch up on some reading, he still had quite a bit of history to catch up on and it was far more productive than sleep.

He slowly turned the pages, finding himself having to re-read every page as he made his way through the book. Eventually, the Argonian closed both of his eyes and his head slumped forward, he jerked his head up, to keep himself awake but that seemed like a sign that he needed sleep...

He closed the book and got up, still slightly wobbly on his legs from his recent injuries. It didn't hurt but it still didn't feel right and he wasn't exactly at full strength.

Kaizen ran his fingers across his brow, finding himself getting that feeling again. It was a strange sensation, like a form of desynchronosis, where he felt like he couldn't keep grasp on the time...

It was still only a month ago that he was...

Dead

It was an odd thing to come to terms with, on its own but he still remembered everything before that. Pelinal, Garlas Malatar, Belecha, The Old Man and that Orc weren't even a year ago to him and yet any book would tell you that all of his recent misfortunes were two to three hundred years prior.

Kaizen sighed, heavily; he needed some sleep before it confused him further or before he keeled over. The Black Argonian wandered across the hallway, ready to turn in for the night, when he heard a knock at the door.

He froze on the spot, none of the assassins were out...

Were they?

It could be Cicero. Though he doubted it, the mad jester most likely got himself killed as he wasn't the youngest assassin he'd ever seen, even if he was quite spritely. Kaizen placed the book down and slowly crept towards the door, placing his hand on the handle and stopping as he prepared himself for a fight.

He drew the Blade of Woe, from his belt and let it hang by his side as he pushed the handle down and began to pull it open. He let it open a crack and peered through and he immediately saw a familiar Imperial, though it wasn't the one that he was expecting... He looked up and saw a figure, in a cloak, stood behind him. They were quite short, possibly shorter than Petra, the figure's face was obscured by shadow as were the details of its clothing.

"Ah, Lucian..." Kaizen stumbled, taken by surprise. He didn't expect a guest, more likely a current member of the sanctuary that he could let in or an enemy that he could stab in the face and be done with.

"I didn't expect you to take up my offer so soon..." He muttered, opening the door as the Vampire stepped in, his 'friend' shuffled in behind him, keeping its head down.

Lucian grabbed his companion as they seemed to be shuffling slowly as they made their way through the door.

"I'm sorry to do this to you but..." He sighed and looked away...

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(213, 212, 212); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"We don't have anywhere else to go and she can't be out on her own, not by herself."

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(213, 212, 212); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"Don't worry; it's an honor to have you staying in my sanctuary..."

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(213, 212, 212); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">The figure looked up, recognising his voice as it grew stronger, she slowly turned to him, her eyes shimmered in fear as she turned to face him. Kaizen's eyes widened as soon as she turned to face him, a look of concern grew across his face...

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(213, 212, 212); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"Don't I know you?"

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(213, 212, 212); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">Nepht drew her sword, as soon as he had finished speaking and she stumbled away, raising both her weapon and shield as she retreated to the corner of the room.

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(213, 212, 212); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"N-No! St-st-st-tay away from me!" The Dunmer girl shrieked, raising her sword and pointing it at their faces, causing them both to move back.

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(213, 212, 212); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"N-Nepht, calm down! These people are..."

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(213, 212, 212); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"I know what they are!" Nepht snapped, interrupting the Vampire's lies.

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(213, 212, 212); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"And... And you're one of them!" Her yells turned into sobs as she grew more scared and isolated, could she trust anyone? Her breathing grew rapid as she moved to the center of the room, making sure that her back wasn't facing any doors or open corridors.

<span lang="EN" style="color: rgb(213, 212, 212); font-family: "Helvetica","sans-serif"; font-size: 10.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN;">"I... I won't go back in that box again, I won't!"