She had taken her time returning to this planet, taking the longer but saver route. Hell, she wasn't even sure why she had decided to give the pair a lift back, other than the money involved.
That, and the need to get away from Dayken and its inhabitants, mainly Sonia, her vampiric 'mother' and her lover, Joe. Whom Kalia still viewed as a devil of sorts, given that the only reason she had become a Vampire was because Joe had conned her into a contract which saw her spending the night at Sonia's and through an rather unfortunate set of events, most of which were horribly unfamiliar and unphanthomal to her, had become a vampire towards the end of a great sexual encounter.
It had both made her a vampire and left her doubting her sexuality, that doubt coming out even stronger when the following night, Sonia's lover, Joe, had joined the two and Kalia had enjoyed it.
Thus, she was now at the specified port waiting for them to get their act together. And yes, she had seen the wanted poster out for Dhana, had even bothered to remove one from the space port and had it now lying next to her covering several controls.
Footsteps echoed through the ship from the metal grating of the walkway as Eseen made her way to the cockpit where she was sure the pilot would be. If not, there would be no issues with her setting up beforehand without permission. While the fixer had no qualms with Kalia or smugglers in general, she knew neither of them had the level of sense of security she was used to. On top of that, with the revelations that had come to hand in the past few weeks she had been stuck in hospital, Eseen had been even more paranoid when it came to finding trustworthy people.
The door slid open and Eseen stood in the frame, a small bag of some sort slung over her shoulder. The clothes she wore, while still leather seemed to show off a bit more skin than usual which showed the bandages on her shoulder, chest and thigh from the not quite healed wounds which still required change of bandages every day or so. She looked Kalia up and down, slightly bewildered at the change in her as well. Even though she hadn't spent much time with the smuggler nor seen her in some time, she still had a sharp eye and could point out at least three things different from when they last saw each other at a glance.
"When did someone like you feel they needed to get breast implants?" Eseen pointed out rudely, stepping up to Kalia and poking her in one of her breasts to get the point across. "Didn't figure you were that desperate."
She had watched Eseen and Dhana come in on the cameras and as Eseen entered the cockpit, she turned to greet her taking note of the bandages. Instantly, she wondered if they were a result of the piece of paper next to her.
As Eseen spoke, she frowned. Upon being poked, she showed her fangs and hissed.
"I also got these done. You got desperate for attention yourself?"
At the first sight of fangs, Eseen jumped back drawing her desert eagle and pointing it directly at Kalia's forehead. Her eyes were wide open and the joking face she had seconds before was replaced by one of surprise and absolute focus. She looked directly into Kalia's eyes baring her teeth while she showed off the fear from the unexpected vampire in front of her. The kind of fear where any wrong move would end up with her emptying her cartridge without hesitation while keeping her distance further than arms length. In fact, it was currently crossing her mind why she was hesitating now, it wouldn't be long before she decided hesitation time was over.
"What the FUCK!" Eseen yelled out frantically while keeping her aim completely steady. While it was obvious she was scared, it was also noted that she had been previously trained to not fall apart in the face of fear. "This is WAY to fucking convenient. Did your master send you here to kill me or Dhana?"
The fixer continued staring down Kalia eye to eye, the only part of her body showing something other than fear, malice. The last time she had met the smuggler she had known, obviously, she held no vampiric traits. What frustrated her though, was not this revelation, but the possibility that vampires might be in on this whole scheme as well. If that was the case, regardless of how it connected, it meant she now couldn't trust anyone.
"SPEAK NOW VAMPIRE OR I PLASTER YOUR WINDSHIELD WITH THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD AND TAKE THIS SHIP FOR MYSELF!"
At first, she figured that the gun was a reaction to her comment. That opinion left the moment the fixer started shouting. Kalia hadn't even considered biting the fixer or the girl, let alone realised that people might be scared of her now that she was a vampire.
She paled considerably as she became aware that Eseen was deadly serious though ended up with a look of complete confusion on her face when Eseen asked if her 'master' had sent her to kill one of her passengers.
She asked, sounding about as confused as she looked, though still frozen to the spot not wanting to tempt fate.
As Eseen started her shouting match, Kalia's eyes filled with tears. The last few days had been enough to cope with without having a fixer shout at her and wanting to kill her for something which hadn't entered her mind.
While she would have loved to wipe the tears away, she had been in situations involving a gun often enough to know that to do so was a bad idea. With no choice but to let them fall, she continued to cry and between sobs asked.
"why.. would.. I want.. to kill.. my cargo?"
In her eyes, to have any harm come to her cargo while in her care was bad, was very bad. She had worked long and hard for her reputation and knew a little thing like lost cargo would screw up her reputation forever.
Reply: 4 - 44
Posted on: January 14th, 2007, 08:16:28
Dhana, who had come in just after Eseen, and knew the problem that the fixer and the smuggler had with each other, had taken her time getting to the cockpit to rescue whichever one of the two that needed rescuing.
She frowned as she heard Eseen shout and hurridly made her way over to stand in the doorway frowning.
She started out, then looked at Kalia noticing the tears.
She then pointed out the obvious.
She looked back at Eseen and knew from the look on her face that she was scared and would pull the trigger even if Dhana tried to convince her that Kalia was harmless.
As she looked at Kalia an applogetic look entered her eyes, the only warning Kalia had of the bright light which crossed the room and flooded over her. It would not harm her as such, just temporarily knock her out.
"She's harmless now"
She pointed out to Eseen, hoping Eseen would now calm down and put the gun away.
Eseen stared at Kalia's unconcious body for a few moments to make sure she had been fully subdued before turning to Dhana. She lowered her weapon and hesitated for a few more moments while thoughts ran through her mind of what to say. All that happened when Dhana in the few weeks they had been on this planet had left Eseen with the knowledge that she had a select few of whom she could trust. Now with the surprise of Kalia, who she knew to be a trustworthy and reputable smuggler now being a vampire, which may or may not be coincidence, but convenient none the less. The fixer was now questioning whether or not she could trust anyone else, putting suspiscion on even her old friend, Randon.
"She's a fucking vampire!" She managed to blurt out, pointing frantically in Kalia's direction. She paused again while her mind jumbled up her words, not knowing where to start speaking, let alone a coherent sentence. Eventually, after a few frustrated facial expressions, she managed to put together something that made sense. "Jesus shit! They got to our smuggler, who are we going to trust now?"
This situation was new to Eseen, the dawning upon her that she could very possibly be completely alone on this one, any other attempt for help could result in betrayal. The last time she had felt like this was back in imprisonment. Not being able to rely on the other fixers as she had only been a rookie at that point and they were far more fucked up than she was at that point. Not only did this train of thought bring the memories back, but done so in such a way that she remembered them so vividly as if she was still there.
It suddenly occured to her that she was falling apart. If the whole hyperventilating while backing away into a corner while tears streamed down her face wasn't an indication, who knows what was. She ended up curled up in that corner, clutching her head mumbling something incoherently while trying to convince herself that it wasn't the same and she had to be the strong one here. However, it was obvious she was losing that particular battle.
Reply: 6 - 44
Posted on: January 14th, 2007, 21:34:05
When Eseen lowered her gun Dhana went and checked on Kalia making sure Kalia wasn't dead. It occured to her then that she had no idea how to check that a vampire was alive or dead. Looking at Kalia though, she had the distinct feeling that she would be fine, sore, but at least, not suffering from a bullet wound.
"We don't know if they got to her"
She pointed out. Nor would they find out until Kalia woke up again, but Dhana had figured leaving Kalia alife would help give them the appropriate answers rather than wondering what had really happened and being responsible for the death of someone, who quite likely, was innocent.
It was then that she realised Eseen was falling appart and made her way back towards Eseen.
"We trust each other, you can trust your friend too, he's not going to do anything to harm you"
She assured Eseen. If he hadn't been a good friend to her, Dhana was sure that she would not have had an escort to the hospital.
A few steps away from Eseen, she stopped dead in her tracks. She had always seen Eseen as strong, yet here was Eseen curled up and looking terribly scared. She also had the strongest impression that if she got any closer, she'd sent Eseen into a state of panick where she'd do something stupid.
She looked back from smuggler to fixer uncertain of what to do. She had never knocked out someone the way she had done Kalia and she wasn't thrilled that she could do that, yet, knew that it was the only thing that had saved her life. The feeling that Eseen had reacted to that was still there though, the feeling that the action alone had re-awakened memories that should have stayed asleep.
After what seemed like an eternity she overcame her hesitation and made her way to where Eseen was curled up, putting an arm around her and drawing the young woman close to her.
"It's ok, I'm here, nothing's going to happen"
She assured Essen, hoping that Eseen would return to her normal self soon and without seeing Dhana as a threat.
Over the last few weeks that she had spent next to Eseen's bed at the hospital, she had had ample time to research her father's notes. in it, she found out that they needed her to fulfill the prophecy and that time was running out. The prophecy had specified an age of the next 'saviour' and she was only a year off that age.
At first, Eseen resisted only slightly. She then raised her head and looked in Dhana's direction, her mind going over possibilities of any action taken before hesitantly giving in. Slowly, she leaned over to the girl and gently lay on her lap, tears still streaming from her eyes which showed an unmistakable uncertainty about why she was clinging to this girl who obviously had no idea of what was running through her head or what experiences she had endured.
After a few moments, the fixer sat upright and poorly wiped the tears from her face, leaving streaks across her cheeks. The look of confusion she had while resting on Dhana's lap was still visible in her eyes. What crossed her mind was why she was finding comfort in this girl over someone else she should have trusted. The next thought blew it away in realisation that she herself was a fixer and shouldn't need to rely on anyone else for emotional support.
"How do I deal with this?" She found herself asking out aloud, something which surprised her. What surprised her even more was that she had directed the question personally at the girl in front of her. Her expression changed to one of which wouldn't give the slightest clue of what she was feeling, the only clue giving it away was the tear streaked face. The fixer stood up sternly and looked back over at Kalia's body for quite some time before speaking.
"I... Don't know what to do... They never taught me how to deal with this..." Eseen finally admitted. She was already facing slightly away from Dhana, but it was obvious from the tone of her voice accompanied by the drop of water splashing onto the deck from her face that this fixer needed support. She was well trained to deal with many things, emotional and physical, never one to cross in the wrong way due to her sense of professionalism. Her expertise in many areas were attributed to that of one highly experienced in this profession, however it was clear she was still a rookie.
She continued holding Eseen in her arms as if to ward of all evil that may come against Eseen at the same time as providing the comfort the young fixer needed.
A gentle smile appeared on her face as Eseen looked up at her showing confusion. She herself had no idea how to deal with the situation but knew instinctly that she needed to be strong for Eseen.
With the same strength that a mother finds in impossible situations and lends her children, she stroked Eseen's head, forgetting the age difference between the two (I'm not sure who's actually older) and forgetting the life experience that either one had.
"We deal with this together"
She calmly assured Eseen stroking her hair until such a time as she would calm down, once in a while looking over at Kalia to make sure the vampire didn't wake up and suprise them.
Eseen almost jumped at the sudden contact from Dhana after she had stood up. It was hidden well, but not enough for the girl not to notice the fragile state she was in physically as a direct result of the emotions. Never before had she had this type of intimate contact from anyone, not that she could remember anyway. Especially not in such a time when she needed it the most. The fixer, over the years had built up a habit of shutting herself out from everything to focus on the job at hand. This time around, there was none.
When Dhana spoke, she turned her head to face her and take heed of the words. It was easy to tell when and how such words were taken as Eseen's eyes glistened with a new found strength of sorts. She herself was unsure where it was pulled from, but was never one to waste such an opportunity of clarity. A nod was all that was given to Dhana, acknowledging the advice before she turned back to face Kalia again.
A click rang out from the Desert Eagle she still held in her right hand. It was raised up to Kalia almost threateningly before another unexpected click, this time a different pitch. The clip from the weapon quickly slid out of the handle, hitting the ground with a racket and the gun was raised up to aim at the ceiling of the cockpit. She pushed something else on the gun and the chamber swung back, releasing the single loaded bullet from it before releasing her grip entirely to let it hit the ground with a dull, metallic thud, the sound of the round clinging over the smooth floor.
Eseen took a few steps back and leaned against the wall next to the exit door. She crossed her arms over her stomach and let her braided silver locks obscure her face in a subconscious attempt to protect herself from the world and keep up some sort of invisible barrier in order to feel safe. Being unsure of what she felt, who she was and what she should do, the only person she could truly trust at this point in time was the young and naive priestess. And if she couldn't be trusted, well, it wasn't an idea she was willing to entertain at this point in time.
It didn't take too long before she opened her eyes, the frowned and shut them again, putting one hand on her head.
She complained loudly, not caring who was listening or if it was safe to make herself noticed.
She opened her eyes again, this time a bit slower than last time and frowned as she looked around her, getting her bearings through the headace before settling her gaze on Eseen, remembering that Eseen had been about to shoot her before the blindingly bright light knocked her out.
"If you still have a problem with me, you can get off my bloody ship"
She didn't sound happy as she spoke. THIS was the reason she didn't like passengers. Life cargo wasn't a problem as long as they were locked away, but having passengers meant having to deal with people and their problems and insecurities.
Eseen continued to stand there against the wall almost motionless, the only thing giving away she wasn't a statue was the light but erratic up and down motion of her chest while she breathed in and out. She trying to calm herself down, succeeding, but slowly. It could be see she was still on edge due to her unstable breathing and general jittery aura which made her look like she was about to snap at the slightest possible wrong action.
After Kalia had spoken, her breathing immediately stopped. She remained motionless for a few moments, almost blending into the wall by how still she kept herself. These moments passed, and her head slowly tilted upwards, the locks covered her face sliding off to her cheeks one by one. Once she had looked up fair enough, the last of her hair obscuring her features parted to reveal she was glaring menacingly at Kalia.
Her face was pale, streaked with almost fresh tears while her eyes and nose were red from crying. The Fixer made sure she had made eye contact, showing off her own eyes which while cold and grey, seemed burned with a passion. There was no indication what kind of passion this was, whether it was her unpredictable personality shining through, anger or murderous rage. Either way, neither of these three would be taken lightly by anyone with a bit of common sense.
There was a slam from the metal wall behind Eseen and to anyone watching, it seemed like she had spun around fast enough that the sound occured before she drove her fist into it. She let out a muffled growl which signified the pain that shot up her arm from the impact and quickly stormed out of the room once the door opened to an empty quarters of which she had occupied with some personal belongings before making her presence known to the pilot.
Upon entering the room, she reached down swiftly to the nearest bag, unzipping it and pulling out an unmarked glass bottle full of a strangely coloured substance. Planting herself on the ground quickly, she unscrewed the cap shoving the opening between her lips and tilting it upside down to have a nice large swig of whatever it was. Right now was not a time she wanted to deal with reality. Getting plastered would take her away from things for the time being, there was always later.
She cringed as she saw the pain she had put Kalia in unhappy with it but with the knowledge that it was better to have a headace than to be dead.
The colour drained visibly from her face as Eseen seemed to loose it again. Had she just hurt Kalia in order to keep her alive a little longer only to have Eseen try and kill her again? She wondered, but looked relieved when Eseen walked out of the room.
She then stood up, and looking very much not dangerous, took a few steps over to Kalia.
"I'm sorry for what happend"
"The poster next to you gave us some problems and its made Eseen paranoid"
She had meant to ask the two about the poster and see if she could up the fare they were wiling to pay because of it. Of course, the fixer had over-reacted as always.
"That reminds me, I'm doubling the fee because of that"
She smiled, her fangs showing as she did so. She didn't mean to let them show, she was just unaware of it and too young to know better.
"And do me a favour, keep the fixer away from me?"
She had no idea if Dhana could do that but figured it was worth a shot. She didn't have anything to loose, after all, it seemed like the two really needed to get of this rock, and the only one willing to get them off it was her. Something she was most certainly going to remind Eseen of next time she came across her.
Last modified March 10th, 2007, 08:38:58 by Kalia Tsuna
Eseen paused for a moment, placing the now half empty bottle down on the ground next to her carefully. She looked up at Dhana, a half smile on her face and a glazed look in her half closed eyes while the reek of alcohol slowly made its way to the girl. The hand moved back to pick up the bottle as she stood up slowly and awkwardly, then made her way to Dhana.
"'s tasty, you shoul' try sme..." The fixer slurred. She placed a hand on Dhana's shoulder and moved in closer to invade her personal space and put the bottle in her face. "S'ry din' save y' m'ch... Thouh' y' wn't gon' come..."
She lost her footing and tripped over somehow while standing still, falling partially to the side into the wall, partially backwards and partially forwards into Dhana. Eseen's free hand shot forward and grabbed the closest object in front of her in a desperate attempt to stay upright, eventually somewhat regaining her balance. This rather clumsy action was finished abruptly with a giggle which ended in a hiccup.
"Whpps... Hey I din' spill any..." More slurring erupted from her throat. She rose the bottle to her lips, taking a quick swig before pressing the neck of the rather potent alcohol of sorts against Dhana's lips and tilted it up for her to try some. Once again, she lost balance shortly after, managing to tilt the bottle back down enough for only a few drops to spill over the girl's shoulder while she fell practically on top of her.
She shook her head as Eseen put the bottle in her face.
"You think you might have had.. " She was going to let the fixer know she thought she had drunk too much already, but never got a chance as the woman continued slurring, and by the time she had lost her footing, Dhana could not do more than laugh at her.
The laughter was short lived as Eseen grabbed onto her. This close to her, she noticed how pretty Eseen was. The young fixer might have gone through hell but she held a innocent beauty which Dhana admired.
Rather than letting Eseen do whatever she wanted though, she pulled her closer to herself, hugging her, partly to help with the balance problem, partly because she wanted to be close to her.
"You're an amazing person"
She laughed as Eseen figured out that she hadn't spilled the last of the drink.
Eseen flinched slightly when she felt arms tuck around her back. A general feeling of alertness overcame her through the fuzzy drunk state she was currently in. Her eyes widened slightly at this unexpected reaction and suddenly she became very self concious. Unfortunately, she wasn't too sure which course of action to take due to her messed up mind and the effect from the alcohol.
"Wha' d'y meen?" The fixer continued slurring, wondering what she heard was right and whether it made any sense or not, regardless of the numerous interpretations that ran through her head. It very much became apparent to her that she didn't really know, couldn't really know and it didn't matter to her. Possibly the reason why she cared so much about it. "Umm.."
She then became as well as self-concious, insecure. The warmth and soft padding this girl seemed to provide, while nice, seemed uncomfortable in some way. Gently, she tried to push away, but to Dhana it would seem she was merely placing a bit more weight to maintain balance. In some respects, part of her didn't want to pull away, again, the same thing which made her uncomfortable.