Crypt
Morribean smiled all questions and observations were astute. The walking continued as the both talked, ”Crypt, what a dark name you possess.” he mused, ”However the name doesn’t make the person, does it?” he laughed leading the way through the streets of Alvadas, as much as anyone could lead the way through Alvadas that is. A key was clasped in his hand and he seemed to be following its slight influence, tug, to their destination.
”We are going to meet a friend. Together we will break this spell that Alvadas holds on her people.” he claimed boldly, ”She is a priestess of Ionu and a well-respected member of Alvadas.” The last part, well, depends on who you ask. Some adored this mystery leader, others think she is a wolf in sheeps clothing using the small church she started to further her influence and power inside the city.
A smaller and unassuming building they soon arrived at. Made of dull grey brick the place itself made no move to stand out, but for something so plan and colorless, ironically, it did end up seeming a little odd, a little too ordinary. Never the less the key fit into the door, the lock clicked, and entry was granted. Candle light lit the place, and the sun shone through the window providing natural light. The place was not dim, or well-lit but something in between, something comforting to the eyes almost. The room was scarcely furnished, only a small table in the middle of the room and four chairs.
In one of those chairs sat the friend Moribean mentioned on meeting. Crypt would see what could be described as a konti. Pale skin and white hair graced her form. Her hair wrapped around her, and fell well onto her lower back. Her dress, if you could call it a dress, rattled together with every movement. They were all highly ornate, with intricate carving and black etchings upon white stone. Many bracelets and odds and ends were present in the outfit, necklaces, rings, just jewelry, but none had a jewel in it. Nope. No jewels were present; instead there were more etchings, carvings, and art beyond the pale and cold form of gems. This was Yagame, and she smiled at the two of them.
”Welcome.” she said with a smile. Her voice like honey that made just about anyone want to listen. The one word was spoken with so much power and authority that made even Moribean seem humble. If Crypt would look there was defiantly magic at work, but not of the personal nature. The woman had a much darker aura around her that marked as ambitious, but also set the one in contact with it on edge as if anything could happen in her presence. It was quite the contrast between her and Moribean, almost confusingly so.
”Who is this?” she asked, ”A new recruit?” sounding almost overjoyed. With her voice her aura changed as well. The creepy feeling was muddled by something much more bright, cheerful, welcoming. Moribean nodded and she followed up with a ”Wonderful. My name is Yagame.” she introduced herself, ’it’s the finest pleasure to meet you.” she looked like she was going to say something more, but then stopped and looked at Moribean quizzically.
”Crypt.” the old man answered.
”Crypt.” she smiled at him, ”Please have a seat.” she gestured to them. The old man didn’t need to be told twice and promptly sat down.
”As you know we are going to help rid the city of this infection which has tainted Alvadas.” she said, trusting Moribean perhaps a bit too much as she began explaining the plan of action without any further questioning of the new man.
”While you were strolling around Moribean I have pinpointed the location of the illusionary flux spread out over the city.” She continued, ”It seems to have originated within the Field of Dreams.” she mentioned, ”The field, however, is not physically here.” she tried to explain …
Kuvarakh I
”And what be that something which is just as important as I?” she asked with a small uncharacteristic giggle as if she couldn’t believe it herself. She wouldn’t define herself as necessarily possessive, but more logical. She needed to know what was important and what wasn’t, and although having to work with the nuit for quite a while she had little clue as what could be as important as love and togetherness.
”A nuit?’ she asked seeming lost for words. That was quite the life changing question to ask. Her first impulse was just to say yet, but then a bit of reality set in and she frowned a bit. Could she become a nuit? Could she handle the change? A business like hers thrived on reputation and being a nuit would effect that. Skill could have a big part to play but if people were creeped out just because you are who you are then… Life, if you could it such, would be emptier that is for sure.
”Do you understand what you are asking Ku?” she asked him, looking at him with worry and perhaps a bit of fear in her eyes. There had to be another way, there had to be. Love does triumph over all, right? There had to be another answer to this problem, ”I… I am just not…” but before she could finish her sentence her stomach let out a grunt of its own. She hadn’t eaten quite yet. Her own noises made her blush. Nuit don’t make such noises as they never do get hungry, and somehow she felt a little less secure the more she thought about the possibilities. They could make it work, she knew they could, but would the world let it be? Would Fate allow it?
Artur I
The cat only grinned to show off his accomplishment to his friend. He liked the reaction he got and the attention it got him. As they were walking a small crowd started to follow the two of them and eventually they were lead to this building. Some people peeked inside to see what was going on, eager but cautious to join them as the zith made people nervous. Archie had no preference, but if he did he made no show of it.
Leading the way to the back room, where the kitchen was, Archie was interrupted, or rather intercepted, by his bondmate Leaila. She was human, unimposing and small figure. Short blonde hair, blue eyes, and wore a pink dress with white poka-dots. She hugged him tightly, ”This is so great Archie.” she said, the cat returning the hug perhaps with a bit more enthusiasm than her. She was shorter than him, and when they broke apart from their embrace she smiled at Artur, having heard of him before from Archie. She still couldn’t believe that her cat was friends with Artur, THE ARTUR. The chief himself had quite a reputation, and she seemed lost for words when looking at him, stumbling a little in her walk making Archie sure to catch her by an arm.
”What, what are you doing here?” she asked awestruck that a chief of his stature would even set foot in this establishment. Sure this place was Archie’s and Leaila’s dream come true, but to have such a chief in the place too? It seemed too good to be true, but it was happening. She seemed flustered and anxious but Archie’s free hand found her back and she looked up at him.
”He agreed to cook for us.” he said with a big cat-like grin, ”And don’t worry about the Zith, they won’t do anything to you. I promise.” he said. In truth the girl hadn’t seen the zith at all too focused on the famous cook. It seemed Artur’s very presence was drawing people in already and they had barely just got here.
Kuvarakh II
She looked at him questioning to even admit to her hunger or not. Would it be rude to eat in front of a nuit? Though all such thoughts went from her mind as she spied a group of people gathering around someone, something. Curious she went to investigate, grabbing a cold nuit wrist to take him along too.
Her curiosity was soon settled as she spied Artur. She immediately knew who that was, all of Alvadas knew of the famous chief who cooked even for the Triad itself. Just seeing him made her hunger rage and stomach cry out in protest again. Soon though the famous bear made his way into a yellow building, and some people trickled in after him, ”Lets get something to eat.” she suggested shamelessly wanting to eat some food. If Artur was in that building there was a good chance that he was either instructing someone on how to cook or he was cooking himself. It was something that she did not want to miss out on herself.
She made her way into the building, squeezing through the crowd, but really they parted as soon as they saw or perhaps smelled the nuit. A nuit and some zith… the new establishment was sure getting a rocky start. BUT Artur was there, and what being, human or not, did not want to at least taste something he made. Nuits can taste? Wanda did not know.
Artur II
The couple noticed the people wandering in and quickly ushered Artur to the back kitchen. The floors were of cold stone, and there was an iron grittle, stove, and oven all squished together in a small space. Across the room was a fireplace, and on one wall was a well-stocked pantry. Cast-iron pots and pans of all sorts hung from the walls and placed around the kitchen. In the center of the room was a big wooden table, and under the table was more pots and pans. Knives were resting on that table for all sorts of purposes and things. Each one had a different edge for a different purpose, all of course related to cooking. It was quite the fine set up, a dream come true, for those hoping to start a business here.
Archie smiled and patted Artur on the back, the cat was very touchy feely even with friends, ”Well, isn’t it perfect?” he asked.
Leaila worked on welcoming everyone in and taking their orders. She got drinks and other simple things, but it was up to Artur and Archie to cook all the orders. It was time to get cracking!
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by Crypt on May 7th, 2013, 7:25 am 
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