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The Great Meeting {Lyndzi + Blinkk}

Jared winced at the acknowledgement that she was with him, rubbing his chest a bit. At her words on aliens and the probe, he got the most ridiculous shocked look on his face before he started to just laugh away, cackling a bit before looking to her and sliding over on the couch, patting next to him, quickly hopping up to tuck his feet under himself, facing her.

"I swear, I never get this good of company down here, not ever! And I pity you so bad for being paired with Six! Of all the Rigors you could have gotten with, they had to give you the most dead of them all! Seriously, that guy will sit there at those monitors for the next two days straight, before someone at head command has to tell him to go to sleep. The guys a maniac! But I give him props. Hes hella fuckin powerful, and saved many an ass. A nice ass, I might add..." he said with an eyebrow wiggole, looking over the end of the couch at Viktor who was still staring at the monitors.

"So whats he look like under that mask? Is it as gruesome as the stories are? Does he really have a third eye? Can his mouth really devour your soul in one bite?" he asked in hushed whispers, even though the space was a little small to not be able to hear him.

And Viktor heard it all, like a recording going on loop, as he worked. He was dead, the stick in the mud, the fool, the asshole, the teachers pet, the retarded genius, the undead necro. It just hurt a little more to hear it from his partner, who was meant to understand and help him, not sit with the monkey and make more fun of him......
 
Kat slid into the space on the couch, draping her hand over the back with such grace and ease it looked almost inhuman. Well duh... but she wore proper well. Very well.

With a slight wave of her hand, the woman continued the conversation. "Oh don't worry, he'll be going to sleep tonight." Her eyes shifted to look towards Viktor as she spoke. "Nothing is more important than sleep when you're in weather like this. Need to keep up your energy and attention. Monitors won't help you with that." She watched him for a moment before looking back at Jared.

"So is this your home then?" she asked, making a grand gesture around them. "Or as much of a home as it could be. Post, I suppose is the proper word." She was careful to avoid any rumors, eyes sliding back to the enforcer in the room, as she had no proof or clue as to what he looked like other than the bright purple eyes. The chilling purple... mysterious look... If they were any indication as to what was beneath the mask, then he certainly wasn't gruesome. Maybe a third eye, but she'd be more than willing to let a creature like him devour her soul. Every night.

Now she was getting carried away with her thoughts. She broke her gaze away from the man and turned back to Jared to pay better attention to what his answer was.
 
Jared gave a grin, nodding. "Yup, been here the better part of 10 years, and trust me, I know it. I have a wall thats just nothing but tallys and everything. Joking, but seriously, it gets right boring when your by yourself. They typically send a Rigor out this way every once in a while to watch the lei lines, and then you and Stiff over there get to take a walk down to the crypts.... I dont follow, it creeps me out when they do the thing..." he said with a small shudder, looking her up and down.

"So you taken at all? It gets awful cold out here, if you know what Im saying~" he said with a wiggle of his brows, honestly trying to be forward while at the same time being relatively polite.... as polite as any male could be living in an ice box.


Viktor made no moves as he listened to their conversation, wondering how she would take his talking to the specters, since she already thought so low of him.... was there nothing he could do to impress her? He worked hard, he did everything perfectly! And so far all she had taught him was that she preferred Jared over him....

So in an effort to appease the woman, he flicked on the projection, playing a snippet of a lovers in war, being separated and reunited after so long, something Jared would both watch and roll his eyes at.
 
Kat smiled and slid closer to the demon, running her finger under his chin slowly. "Ooh so nice of you to offer," she purred, letting her voice drop to a lower volume. Not that it would keep things any more private. "I'm not though... would you like to enter the race?" There wasn't much of a race... if Kat had a choice, she would much rather stick to one person than three or four, but her masters never allowed that to happen. Hopefully Viktor would be different in that sense. He already was in so many other ways.

She broke the contact slowly and looked towards Viktor then back at Jared. "The crypts...?" Were they really going to go down to a... crypt? Why? She looked back at her master before standing up and walking to the space behind him, leaning onto the back of his chair, arms stiff to hold herself up. It didn't matter what he was playing on the projection, she was more curious about what was down in the crypts. "What business do you have there?"
 
Jared snapped his fingers as she left him, cursing. "I knew the Stiff would get you. Its that mysterious mask bit they always win with! Cant a guy catch a break?" the monkey man lamented as he fell to drape himself across the couch arm, covering his face with an arm.


Silently Viktor was smiling proudly, finally able to lure her attentions back to him. He had impressed her or intrigued her, which was a good thing.

"The crypts are located across multiple lei lines, making them a hot spot for spectral activity. It is my duty to converse with the specters to gather pertinent intel to---"

"He talks to dead people, it aint that cool. Its actually really creepy. He makes the skeletons and decaying frozen corpses move too, if your a horror junky. Not me, no thanks. Creeps me out every time. If ya didnt know before, the Vilvadi main family deal is mostly made up of what people have called Necromancers. They deal a lot with dead things. Stiff there is one of the best at making things dead move and talk and shit.... though Ive seen one guy come in here and try to proposition a specter once..." Jared said, jumping up to perch on the back of the couch, tail swinging free behind him.

Viktor didnt seem to react to being interrupted, as it apparently happened often enough.... though he was a little put down that Jared stole all his thunder. He was looking forwards to seeing her face as he said his own version of I see dead people. Now he got only the shock version of being told something like that, watching her expression from the corner of his eye.
 
Kat looked her master over slowly as Jared explained the situation he was in, spoiling the whole surprise. While she didn't like the idea of deal with dead people and certainly not watching them move, which was clear by the cross look on her face, but if it's what her master was in to, she had to give it a shot. But the strange part was... just before Jared let the cat out of the bag, there was a hint of something inside of Viktor. Kat continued to dig for whatever it was, but she couldn't quite track it down. She glanced towards Jared before pressing a finger to her lips and gesturing towards the projector, which she turned back to the movie he was previously watching.

Moving into one of the seats beside her master, the demon turned to watch him, even daring to slide slightly closer to him. "So... how often do you go down there?" she asked softly, leaning her arm on the desk. "How often do you go talking to spirits?"
 
Jared was about to pout, when he realized what she was doing and gave a nod, thumbs up and sat back down, peering over the back of the couch at them, hoping to dear God that she could find that stick up his ass and yank it out.

Viktor looked sideways at her, a little surprised to see her actually interested though he initial reaction had shown how displeased she as with dealing with the dead. He swallowed a moment, unsure of what protocol this fell under, and so he floundered with his words for a moment, before figuring out what to say.

"Whenever I am tasked to do so, which can be any number of times ranging from once a week to several times a day. Protocol 1-4 references that 'one of the living should only hold council with the dead if they have an anchor, or if they are well versed enough for the council to decide their wills cannot be swayed'; anchors are often demon companions, who tie us to this world while we walk in the other. I have never had a demon before, and have been walking on the other side for over 10 years now. Longer than any living Vilvadi to date, as of the last centennial consensus."

There was that flicker of pride again, that very soft desire to have her be impressed with him that had him continuing, smiling slightly under his mask. "I am also the youngest Enforcer in history, with a perfect record in battle, and perfect memory of every single protocol and edict known within the Texts, my last test being perfected at the age of 15. Many believe that I am unworthy of my station, but I assure you that many many years worth of tireless work went into making me the Enforcer you see before you today. And hopefully one worthy of your teachings, partner, as I find you worthy of my teachings."

Ok, Jared had heard the man speak a couple of times, though it had all been protocol this and edict that or verse this of line that and honestly it was annoying. But he had never heard the man say anything that could be considered personal information, like now. Like he may actually slightly be human under that mask. Even if it was a tiny bit.
 
There is was again, that hint of desire. That sweet scent came back to her with a hint of glee, which she quickly shoved back down in favour of speaking to the man in front of her. "You're quoting protocol again," she pointed out, pointing towards her with a slight gesture. Despite all that, she smiled and gave him a small nod. "I've never actually perfected anything in my entire life, so having someone to help would be... nice." She gave a slight smile.

That was true; she never had. School wasn't a thing for her when she was the proper age to go and her mother almost always found something wrong even before she accidentally revealed herself. And after that, it was a life of serving and servicing men who always thought she was amazing, but she never felt satisfied with what she had done. It wasn't perfect... it didn't feel right...

"That's impressive though." Her words began to fade away as her eyes turned around the room they were in, scanning the screens and the bare decorations that surrounded them. It didn't feel like a home, it felt like a laboratory. It made her uncomfortable to a point that she didn't enjoy feeling. It bothered her more than she would have liked to admit. "Is this all you do here then? Just watch screens and speak to the dead?"
 
He tried to keep up that pride he had felt earlier, though he knew by her look alone that she was unimpressed with the situation, if not with him himself..... So he let his feeling drop, nodding.

"Yes, if I am not to quote protocol. I am to watch for Sorc interference, demons in danger, and the recently deceased that could give valuable information; spies, in short. These screens are in fact scry windows. Magically maintained windows of observation of key locations around the world, set up by members of the Vilvadi family and maintained by persons such as myself. The posting here is temporary, until the council has come to a decision on what is to be done with my crime."

The Enforcer looked back to the screens, touching them again, finger covering faces for a moment as he mumbled a quick reminder, before going to the next.
 
Katrina's eyes turned from him back to a screen as he tapped it, only to look back. "And... when are you planning on sleeping?" she asked, tipping her head slightly, hair falling lightly into her face as she looked over the man again. She wanted, without a doubt, to see under that man's mask. Somehow she doubted that he would ever take it off, but perhaps she could work it out so he would. She could work in something about trusting and a partnership if it made it easier for him. Anything to get that stupid thing off of his face.

If he really was human, she didn't think he should be living like he was. With what seemed to be no praise, nothing outside of work and living behind that mask. In those robes. It wasn't a life. Maybe he really was a robot, if he could actually survive in that style of a life.

"Please tell me you are. Or else I'll have to make you." She was dead serious about it too. Sleep wasn't something to mess with in Kat's mind and it wasn't something that should be missed.
 
Viktor gave a moments pause, looking over at Kat this time with a full violet gaze on her. His voice as serious, deadpan as usual, though it only sounded more automaton;

"You are permitted to sleep as you see fit. This serveilance is important on many fronts, and any time missed could mean valuable information lost, or a demons life. Therefore, I will not be sleeping until the Council calls on me for the trial. I am capable of functioning for up to and including three days on no sleep, if need be."

He kept his gaze on her for another moment before looking back at the screens, though he wasnt putting his finger on them any more.

Jared spoke up at that point, shaking his head. "Look miss, who I realize now that I do not know your name, its useless. Ive had this fight with him a thousand times. Six does not sleep when hes sent here, because in his warped little Stiff mind, he's doing more good by killing himself slowly than resting to be ready in case he is needed. Try every angle, he will find some logic to loophole it or validate his own over yours.... Its sad. Just plain sad."

The demon gave a sigh, shaking his head again, the Enforcer drooping more inwardly, though on he outside he didnt move, as if doing his job at the screens.... until he got up to start off towards another hallway, heading for the staircase that went spiralling down, frost lining the walls easily.
 
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Overall, their time in the secret surveillance center was spent rather quietly, though with some minor opening up on behalf of the robot, and a romantic dinner between Jared and Katrina, resulting in the obvious forays of a Lust demon.


However, all quiet times come to an end, and Jared notified Kat of the new visitor, them both coming out to find a huge hulking man with glowing green eyes staring Viktor down, who actually had his head bowed. The boy was told to come to the trial that verdict had been reached, and as terrified as the boy was, he and Kat went to this faux trial.

What they didnt know was that Fate had spoken, with his situation being so tenuous in the balance of war, that most sided with the Fate after she spoke.

The Sorcs were demanding retribution for their slain family during the Truce, in the form of handing their own over to them-- they wanted Viktor handed to them as payment, and if it hadnt been for the Fate stepping in, they would have done just that. Though they had other reasons for it, mostly that the Sorc would keep the Vilvadi alive for a long time, just to torture him, which on his death they would be able to talk to him to get valuable information from him. Of course they would take his demon from him first, but this was what they all had wanted to do.

Until Fate spoke up, and mentioned that Sorcs demands were full of holes. The largest one being that they just wanted him handed over, not handed directly to them, nor did they say anything in regards to the possible disappearance of the wanted.

Most agreed, laughing at the Sorcs stupidity, but the older ones knew-- the Fate had seen their demise, and wanted their best out in the world to continue his destiny. To find and help God.

With everyone in agreement, Viktor and Kat were brought forth, and by decree of the smiling Fate, were Exiled from the family, to wander the world without help from any Vilvadi, and that if they were found by one of the family that they would be slain.

All the rest were sent to prepare for war, with a blessing to help their souls pass to Hell quickly. With that, Viktors mask and robes were taken from him, and they were sent out into the world....

Viktor was distraught, and honestly had no idea what to do, stunned into a screaming silence at the realization that all his life had revolved around, all he had known, was now just taken from him. He did not know how to function int he real world, he did not know anything but the protocols and Edicts that had become his life. The boy was lost.

And so with a younger Rax who was in high swing of his party days, Kat and Viktor went to the club, to give Viktor a chance to try and forget for a day, by drinking himself into the ground.

With a flask tied to his wrist the entire night, he got the nick name White Russian, and come the next morning, was surprisingly well off, considering this had been his first time drinking, though the headache was something to content with....

~X~

Viktor opened his eyes, that being the first thing to register through the throbbing headache. His eyes had been closed. The next thing was that there was an arm over his chest, light breathing against his neck. He dared to tip his head ever so slightly to see Kat nestled next to him, his brows lowering a little as he tried to remember what happened last night..... but all he could remember was going to a club, being so lost, choking on fire as it settled into his veins, and then bliss. Bliss from the torture his mind had been giving him over his verdict at the trial.

Exiled.
He had no family.
No purpose.
No help.

No. He had help. Kat was helping him. He remembered her saying she wasnt going to leave him, that she would help him through this....
 
Kat didn't move for a good while after Viktor woke up, letting him have plenty of time to think over what had happened, much to his possible dislike. She held herself still, head resting on his shoulder before he began to move in the bed. That was enough to wake her up, her eyes fluttering open as she let out a soft hum and began to lift herself away from her master. Her eyes carefully moved around the room, mostly to take a look at what was around them. Nothing to note... A large window was open, letting in not only sunlight but a light breeze, scenting the room nicely with the flavours of the French market set up in the street below.

She took in another breath before laying her head back down and daring to nuzzle into the man beside her. "Good morning, Viktor," he softly purred, letting her eyes slide closed again. The man seemed to be relaxed enough... but he was probably hurting deep down. Possibly physically even. "How did you sleep?"
 
Viktor gave a sigh, closing his eyes slightly. "Like the dead. I do not recall where our location is, nor what our task is.... in fact, my head is throbbing quite fiercely and I cannot recall anything after meeting your friend Rax and going to what you insisted was a club, yet it resembled nothing of the weapon...."

His voice was soft, though that was obviously for the headache he had, though it was almost sad how he was trying to keep to his protocols and procedures, just to pretend nothing had changed.... And a slight uncertainty when he mentioned Rax, as if he was still trying to figure out his views on the wild party demon.
 
Katrina smiled and gave a short nod. "I thought as much," she admitted before sliding from the bed and wrapping a robe around her. She had been sure to take off the dress she wore to the club before sleeping, knowing that it wasn't comfortable enough to rest in. "Stay here, I'll get you some breakfast and something for your head." Kat flashed him a quick smile before starting out of the room, searching for their host, fully expecting him to still be in a bed with someone he had found the night before. He was complaining about not finding the right person and how others were always the same. Perhaps Kat should have taken offense to that, but she had more on her plate to worry about at that point.

She quickly gave up on finding the larger demon and instead focused on getting into the kitchen and making up something for breakfast, along with medication and a cup of water, carrying it all carefully back into the room where Viktor was still waiting for her. "Toast with fresh jam," she told him, setting the tray down on the end of the bed before lowering herself into the empty space beside it. "You can have more once you recover a bit better. For now, eat this and take the meds."
 
Rax wasnt in the apartment at the moment, though that was almost to be expected, considering as beligerent and nearly irresponsible the demon seemed, the Iras still always took his guests home after they woke up, just to make sure they got there safely. Even if their home was his club.


Viktor had managed to sit up and was holding his head, wincing at the painful throb it had pounding through it, his eyes a normal seeming ice blue instead of the glowing purple as he looked up at her to receive the food and medication.

A quick sniff of the medication and he downed it along with the entire glass of water, moving to the toast carefully and eating it slowly. "Thank you. It is delicious.... I have never had this jam before," he said, peering at the toast a little, as if inspecting what made this taste so much better than the bread he usually ate....
 
The woman smiled with a small nod. "It's made from black cherries that are grown nearby." She tipped her head slightly, watching as Viktor ate his breakfast. She stood up, combing her fingers through her hair before she walked over to the window and stepped out onto the balcony. The market was bustling below, which gave her plenty to watch and smile at while she waited for Viktor to finish. After a few minutes, she turned back around and walked back inside to join him again.

"We'll be here for a few days, if you don't mind. Rax will give us a safe place to stay while we work out what's going on now and figure out what we'd like to do and where we should go from here..."
 
Viktor finished up his toast and watched Kat at the balcony, wondering why sh eve decided to follow him into exile, why she wasnt wit others more capable than himself.... why she seemed to happy about all of this.

How can she be happy with all of this?

"A few days..." he muttered softly, as if reminding himself as he mentally prepared a schedule for himself. "I know what I would like to do, and that is continue with my work as per the usual. Of course... I will have to avoid my family.... and will not have the extensive information at my disposal... nor a home... or much of anything in fact. I do not know how to even do as I have done without realizing I do not know something of this world. I am lost."

The boy looked up at her with his ice blue eyes, nearly pleading in his look though it was also a look of someone at the gallows. The boy had no idea why this had to be this way, or what they would do with this new direction in their lives....
 
Kat gave him a small nod before dropping her hazel gaze to the blankets in front of her. "I know you're disappointed Viktor. With what went on, how your family took the situation... but I've agreed to come with you and live in exile. To watch over you and help you find a new life." She slowly let her eyes trail back to the man. "It may take a while, but together, we'll figure something out. We'll survive for sure, there won't be a doubt there. I've lived this far without a family to back me up and you can too."

She gently set her hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle rub, working to comfort the man. "You just have to trust me, alright?"
 
Viktor lowered his gaze, closing his eyes a moment. "....I trust you. I had just been hoping it had been a nightmare, and not truth. But just because I am exiled does not mean I cannot do as I have been, I can still help. I can still be useful..... right...?"


Rax flashed, leaning against the door frame in a nice suit, drinking a glass of wine already with a pair of sunglasses on, that wide grin in place. He just got done his morning routine, and was ready for another night out, and by the sounds of the boy, he needed it bad.
 
"Of course you can," Kat agreed with a smile. "You'll be a huge help, at that. And we'll have plenty that you can assist with when we begin to look for a new place and a new life." She glanced to the man in the doorway before patting the boy's shoulder. "Excuse me for a second..."

Kat slid from the bed to her feet and made her way over to Rax, a smile on her face the entire way. She wrapped her slender fingers around the base of the glass and tipped it against her lips for a good drink before handing it back to the larger demon and, with a bit of a lift onto the balls of her feet, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed a solid kiss against his lips, lightly petting at his desires for more fun and games over the new evening. She broke it with a slight grin, running her hand down the side of the demon's face, her thumb lingering over his cheek and against the corner of his lips. "Looking for more fun?" she purred softly.

"Thank you for letting us room with you. I'll do what I need to make it up to you, alright?"
 
Viktor spotted Kat leaving to see the demon, and hid the jealousy he had in that instant, surprising himself with the initial reaction of bitterness towards the man. But she said that he would be useful, even if it was just in finding them a place to go, and to keep them safe. But that wasnt what he had meant... he wanted to be useful to the world, to his family most of all. They had great things lined up for him, expectations, goals for him to achieve...... he couldnt just leave them behind because his family forsaken him. No. He was going to prove to them that he could be great, even on his own. That all their training did not go to waste on him.

That he could be someone they could be proud of.


Rax meanwhile gave a smirk, putting his hand on her hip as the usual, though kept his distance. "You know how I feel about Luxe using themselves to get what they need. And you know you are my friend, and Id help ya out even if you had nothing I wanted. Ill take the thanks, but you can keep your sexy self to do what with as you will. You want to make it up to me, fine. Do it by gettin that kid some serious help with that stick up his ass. You make him chill, Ill consider us even forever. Serious. Now you think we should get him high today, or just drink him under the table again. He looks like he needs it.... before he gets an idea in that head of his."
 
"Mm... you're in that sort of mood, aren't you..." She pulled her arms back, but didn't leave Rax's side just yet. She knew that at some points in his life, he just wasn't attracted to women, but she never knew how dire it was until she tried to do something. She gave him a gentle pat on his chest before wrapping an arm around his waist with a soft sigh. As always, she made sure to use English, giving Viktor a chance to stay in the dark for another few minutes. "I'll see if he'd like to visit the club or see your stash then let you know, alright?" She glanced up towards the taller man and rubbed his back. "I'll try to find you a good one tonight, if you'd like my help."

Her eyes slowly trailed back to the younger man on the bed and she cleared his throat for her attention. "How would you like to work on some English today?" she asked him, turning back to her natural Russian. "We have a good few hours before we should really go back to the club. If you feel up to it... just for a bit more fun before we buckle down and get moving."
 
Rax grinned, giving her a small squeeze, "You know I dun need the help to get some. Im just... in a mood, I guess. Had to work today, got sober, got to thinkin... yea not a smart move, I know. I just... I want something for real again. Something to call mine. Somehting no one can take from me, ya know? So you do your thing with him, and Ill get the hooka started up, and hopefully smoke out this bug in my bonnet, and Ill see ya later, when you two have figured it out, ok? Ill pack a little extra just in case you two want a hit before we go," he said with a smile, kissing the top of her head before letting her go to him.


Viktor looked over and gave a nod, not very happy that they constantly slipped into other languages to keep him in the dark. He knew only the Elderspeaks and Texts and such, so many differet languages of demonic and Ancient, but when it came to this world as it was, he only knew Russian. English would be a good thing to learn.

"Teach me. I am a fast learner, I am confident in my skills to learn this language. Though.... why to the club? Why not buckle down now, and prevent building on the debt you already owe the Iras?" he asked, a little confused as to why they were staying longer than they needed to.... and that he was more than a little jealous of the attention she had been giving the demon, and worse yet, a little upset at how he had rejected her....
 
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