Chapter 15: The Sacred and Profane

[Capricious Crest]

Capricious smells something nauseating, and assumes that someone passed gas. Then Scrag walks in, and she nearly gags, coughing into her hand, and covering her nose.

For manala-mas she was going to buy everyone here body spray. A few of them needed it. And if she was going to have to come to these meetings, people should at least try to smell good. Right? Right.

Then her brother walks in. "Psh, I've been here. Because guess what? I was on time, better yet, I was early." She sticks her tongue out in that awful, infurating way that little sisters do. "And you were late." Capricous tries to keep her voice down as to not draw attention from other people at the meeting.

"Where were you anyway?" She prods.

[Calithin Crest]

I flick her forehead and frown. Her attitude, coupled with Scrag's odor, is not my idea of a good time.

"I was here on time pretty much! Come on! You're all lucky I showed up at all... My presence is like an amazing gift. Not like I don't have better things to do."

It's difficult to keep my voice down when talking to my sister.

"I was driving my date home from the banquet... And then I had to shower and get dressed for this meeting. Some terrorist or whatever blew up near me and got blood on my shirt. You know how it goes."


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[Capricious Crest]

Capricous scowls as her forehead is flicked, and retaliates by flicking Cal's nose. "No, you were late. L-A-T-E late. You're perfect punctuality record is completely ruined."

Wait. A date? Now she's completely baffled. How on earth did that happen? "You had a date?! And I didn't?! Is the girl sane?" This is completely ridiculous. Everyone knew she was the attractive sibling, so why was it that her brother had had a date and she hadn't? She crosses her arms across her chest and huffs.


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[Calithin Crest]

"I'll have you know that the ladies LOVE me. True, more crazy ladies than not... But I'm pretty sure this one is sane. Just goes to show. You underestimate me."

I smile and feel totally awesome, despite having been a little late.

"So what? You didn't get a date to the banquet, sis? The guys finally catching on to you're general unpleasantness, huh?"

[Capricious Crest]

"Then she's blind. Or more hideous than you, which is nearly impossible." She probably shouldn't insult her brothers looks, since they do originate from the same gene pool, but she goes ahead and does it anyway.

Capricious tries to picture a living female that would actually go out with her brother, and fails. Because, really, who would want to do that? ...What if he kissed her? Ewww! She shudders at the thought.

"As a matter of fact, I did have a date." She declares, blatantly lieing through her teeth. "And we had a hot, steamy evening. Which is why you didn't see me. Because I was with my date."

[Calithin Crest]

"Ewwwwwwwww. ENOUGH SAID. I don't want to hear about your... Sex-capades. Gross bomb. Keep that information to yourself, please."

I get a sort of sick look on my face. Man, that was not a mental image I needed to hate today. No, sir.

"So when you're not out being a little trollop, what have you been up to? How's bid-niz in South Africa? Keepin' um in check down there, I hope?"

[Capricious Crest]

Capricious makes a face at him. "So immature." She accuses, though she's the more immature one out of the two. "Don't be jealous."

"Trollop? Who says that? Lamee."

"It's great. Better than great, its wonderful, spectuclar, everything is perfect." She states. "The minors mine, and all that. Oh, and I show up to everything on time."

Capricious is probably never going to let it drop that she arrived before he did. It was definitely a first, and probably the last time it would happen.

[Calithin Crest]

I close my eyes when she mentions the punctuality thing again and let out a heavy sigh.

"Ohhh mannn. You kill me. You. Kill. Me. I don't even know why you're here, anyway. Just to make trouble and be a brat. 'Ts not like you're good for much of anything. If the people in this room were superheroes, you'd be like.... Aquaman."

I am happy with this analogy and give myself a little mental high five.

[Capricious Crest]

Capricious scowls, and pinches his arm with her long nails. She did not appreciate being called a brat.

"First off, I would so not be Aquaman. I'd be Superman, or Wonder Woman, or someone else amazing. You'd be super jealous."

"Second, even if I was stuck with Aquaman, at least I'd be a superhero. You, however, would be a sidekick. You'd be Robin...or worst."

"And a sidekick is even worst than Aquaman."

[Calithin Crest]

"Hey!"

I slap her hand away and rub what is now a very sore spot on my arm.

"First of all, no. I would not be Robin. That is ridiculous. Second of all, you need to shut up. Maybe permanently. For your birthday I may invest in some sort of muzzle. And, finally, if ANYONE is Superman... It's me. Without a doubt-- me. Maybe The Flash on my worst day, but definitely some sort of main hero type."

I take a crumpled up receipt from my pocket and toss it at Capricious' head.

[Capricious Crest]

The reciet bounces off Capricious's nose and lands in her lap, she picks it up and stuffs it down Calithin's shirt.

If he was smart, he'd shut up now. Pretty soon she was going to resort to biting, especially after that muzzle comment.

"I already claimed Superman, so there. You can't have that one. Maybe Batman, but he can't even fly. Nope. I definitely think you're a Robin, it suits you." She nods.

"Besides, your to wimpy to be a superhero. You'd face a villian, and he wouldn't even have the chance to start monolauging before you begged for mercy, which is why you're a sidekick."

[Calithin Crest]

"The only side kick I am is the one that's about to go upside your face!"

I have to awkwardly squirm around in my seat until the little receipt finally falls out of my shirt and onto the floor. By this time most people around us have noticed our antics, and I start to feel a little self conscious and rude.

"You know what, Capricious? Pay attention to the meeting. These are very important people and you need to listen to what they have to say. GOD."

I shove her a little before turning to face Scrag and giving my full attention back to the meeting.

[Capricious Crest]

Dang, his shirt wasn't tucked in. Capricious had been hoped it was, because it would've been all the more difficult for him to get it out. Or he would've had to sit through the entire meeting with that crumpled ball down his shirt. She pouts a little.

"Excuse me, but I was here first, and was giving my full attention until you came and interrupted me!" She clicks her tongue and shakes her head at him.

She puts her elbow on the table and rests her head in her hand, trying to at least look like she was paying attention.

[Evana Majarae]

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Evana watched her much more optimistic sister float away. She turned around as the bathroom door was shut and looked at the ridiculously large room. It was really extravagant and the tiles and the walls and decor were a bit overwhelming as far as adjusting from her commoner life is concerned. Her footsteps echoed through the tall room and she walked over to the counter where a towel, wash cloth, and bar of soap were already set out for her.

She grabbed the smaller two items and placed them on the side of the deep tub. She then sat down on the commode and began unbuckling the straps on her boots. Eve's struggles were lessened after all the straps were loosened and the shoes slid off more easily to reveal black socks covering slightly sweaty feet. She pinched the ends of them, pulled them off and scrunched her nose up at the smell that wafted through the air. But it felt wonderful to have her feet breathing again. She wiggled her toes and came to a stand so she could undress the rest of herself. Buckles, buttons, ties, anything that was holding her clothes in place was undone. The articles of clothing came off one piece at a time and laid aside carefully. Coat, vest, shirt, pants, bra, and underwear... and then her hair that was now in a pulled up mess fell like a raven waterfall to her back.

She looked at herself in the mirror. Evenly shaded skin all over her body. She was thin and well built and if she had grown up a different way, her body would be more appealing. Battered and thick scars littered the beauty of her being. No one but a handful of people had ever seen them before- and not by choice. They were ugly- some were large, small, thin, thick, long, short, deep, and some were finally starting to fade. Her lips curled into a frown. She hated the way she looked but nothing could change it.

A heavy sigh heaved from her chest and she walked; her bare feet slapped against the cold floor until she stepped onto the smooth surface of the bathtub. Her bony hands snatched the curtain, closed it, and then fiddled with the controls until water spewed out of the shower head above her. She continued to fiddle with them until she got the temperature she wanted and relaxed her stance.

Did she really have to go shopping after this? Evana didn't like shopping very much at all. Her eyes gazed off to the side. 'If it'll make her happy.' She started thinking about how today was such a huge turning point in her life. She had met two of her family members today... although she was still wary of the dead one. Without much thinking, she grabbed the soap and cloth and started to clean her body of any perspiration or dirt. Her mind was off in a completely different setting from the one she was in. After every inch and crevice was cleaned and her hair was washed, she turned the water off. Eve watched the last remaining trail of water swirl around and sink into the drain before opening the curtain. Her wet feet touched the cold tile once more and she carefully walked to the counter, balancing so she wouldn't slip.

She wrapped the towel around her after drying off her legs and was pleased to find another to use for her dripping hair. She walked back to the mirror to see that she was clean again and that the ring of blue eye shadow was completely removed and the only shade of blue on her was her eyes. Smiling ever so slightly, she turned and walked away to the closet. She searched inside to find one outfit that caught her attention above the others.

She grabbed it and put it on and left the bathroom (with a towel still wrapped around her hair). She walked down a hallway and beside a railing until it led her to a staircase. She descended down it and gazed upon the room. She had seen it when she had first walked in but now she could get a good look. It was dark in color but full of life. She reached the bottom step and smoothed out the skirt. "Where is she?" She asked herself quietly. She hoped her sister would like her in the black dress she was in. It hugged her quite nicely and gave her a simple but elegant look. It came with white bows and frills, too, so it would be girly enough to please Kyra... hopefully.

[Kyra Majarae]

Kyra left Eve and walked across the house to her own section. She was starting to get hungry and she yawned as she descended some stairs to the basement of the mansion. She smirked at one of the guys that greeted her. Men were all over the place, but it was because she perfered their heart over a woman's. It was stronger.

She sighed softly as she opened it up and hearts were all inside. She frowned as she looked around. She was running low.....she would have to change that. She grabbed one and tossed it to the chef. "Fix it for me, dove? Thanks." She said lovingly. She walked back upstairs and went to take her bath and relax.

Once she entered her mother-of-pearl bathroom she pulled her hair up in a bun and unzipped her suit and stepped out of it. A maid took it away and she was helped into a steaming, relaxing bath. She sighed softly and then cleared her throat and music started to play and she relaxed more in the bath. She leaned her head back and sighed softly.

When she was finished, she stood and showered off and washed her hair. She let it cascade down once she stepped out and was wrapped in a towel. She stepped into some slippers and walked ot the counter and sat down and started to dry and pamper herself before she had to leave.

She looked at Mary and called her over. "Go and get Evana for me. She will be wandering around, most likely. If she is still bathing leave her be. But tell her to come see me. I want to see what she picked out." Mary left and Kyra finished blowing her hair dry and putting on make-up to cover scars from sores she had and she looked young again. She smiled a white flashing smile and went to her room to look at her clothes. "Now what to wear?" She frowned and looked around.

She heard her computer ding in her room and she walked over to it. There was a message from Bonifaz....she read it and scoffed. She didn't feel like a meeting, but she had to go....so shopping with Eve would wait. She grabbed another suit and put it on and grabbed another dress and slipped it on that hid the suit, yet hugged her every curve. She smirked in the mirror.