Chapter 15: The Sacred and Profane

[Evana Majarae]

Evana's gaze snapped back to the woman's face, locking on to her blue eyes just as her name slipped out of her mouth. How did she know her name? Her eyebrows lowered and her eyes narrowed, but not to give a glare. She was confused and slightly scared... no, more paranoid now than anything. Some random girl just walked up to her out of the blue and knew her name? How could that be and she not know her already?

Eve's fingers were starting to fidget- a sign that her phobia of being outside in an open space with so many suspicious characters about was getting worse. She not once took her gaze off the girl. "Why do you want to know?" She asked, shoving her fidgety hand inside her over sized trench coat to it rested on the handle of one of her swords.

[Kyra Majarae]

Kyra smiled a little and put her hands on her hips and pushed her hair over her shoulder and looked down at the girl and then laughed a little. "I had a little sister by that name. You just look so much like her. I thought that you might be her. Sorry if I wasted your time." She started to turn to walk away.

[Evana Majarae]

If there was ever a time to be hit by something as hard as a brick wall or diesel, this was it. She dropped her hand away from her gun and stood frozen on the spot. Why did it take so long to register? Her expression softened (not too noticeably, though) and her mind raced. The image of her sister back when she was a young child compared to this woman... was so different yet now that she looked at it, they had to be the same. As the girl whirled around to walk away, Evana felt an aching in her chest. 'No, not again!'

A small part inside of her wanted to cry and jump out, latch onto her arm and never let her go. It wanted Evana to beg and plead for her not to leave her again like so long ago. But Evana overrode that impulse easily and stood firmly in her one spot. "...Kyra?" She spoke in an almost whisper.

[Kyra Majarae]

Kyra turned slowly and smiled. "In the flesh. Oh Evana!" She ran up to her sister and embraced her and stroked her hair. She was going to spoil her little sister now that she had her back. "I am so sorry for so long ago....Can you ever forgive me? I never meant to do that on purpose." She felt tears in her eyes for the first time. She kept stroking her sisters hair and holding her close. It almost seemed like she was trying to smother her.

[Evana Majarae]

Reflexes were the hardest part to hold back while her sister ran towards her. It has always been a habit to toss someone over her shoulder if they came running at her like that. Restraining herself from her instinctive impulses, she managed to simply let her sibling embrace her. One thing was for sure, this display of affection was something she was not good at. None-the-less, the achy and dark feeling in her gut was subsided by this reunion.

Her gray eyes closed as she rested her head on her sister's shoulder, "Why didn't you come looking for me?" The question slipped out before she had realized it. Obviously that came from her hurt, abandoned child's side of this situation, otherwise she would have never asked something such as that.

[Kyra Majarae]

Kyra held her sister's shoulders and smiled at her softly and brushed her hair with her fingers. "I killed off the mafia and I had to run. I hid for a while, but don't you dare think I forgot you. I thought about you everyday. I wanted ot find you but when I came back for you, I thought you were dead. I'm so sorry Eve." She kept stroking her sister's cheek and hair.

"I know how to make this up to you. I'll take you shopping for new clothes and you'll look adorable like the little sister you are." She smiled and kissed her forehead.

[Evana Majarae]

Her pale skin crawled at the thought of shopping. What was wrong with the clothes she had on? She liked the way she was dressed and what was stocked in her wardrobe. She masked over the cringe of the thought of being all dolled up. She didn't try to look pretty, nor wanted to be.

Looking less than enthusiastic about the idea, she asked softly, "What's wrong with the way I look?" She didn't really know if she wanted that answer, since her sister looked so much prettier in her eyes. She backed up, working hard on keeping her expression solid so not to hurt her older sister's feelings.

[Kyra Majarae]

Kyra smirked and put her hands on her hips and laughed a little. "Well, you will be coming to live with me, now. I will not accept no as an answer. And since you will be rich.....you need to be treated and look like royalty. But nothing is wrong with how you are dressed, but.....you would look so cute." She giggled and smiled

[Evana Majarae]

A quick shudder ran down her spine at how girly and quirky she was acting. The giggle was what really set it off. How could it be? How could it be that this assassin, this great master of killing people was so... cutesy....? Evana couldn't help but feel she had missed something... and felt that she was more or less Kyra's exact opposite when it came to things such as that.

She stifled a sigh and nodded her head. She would go with her sister. Being rich would be a refreshing change from the way she lived. Her dull and bored expression returned after regaining her solemn mask. "Where are we going?" She wasn't regretting this meeting at all. In fact, if it wasn't for her long-lost sister's arrival... she probably would have had another psychotic attack.

[Tuesday DeCastro]

Tuesday shook her head as the party dwindled. Really, this Blessed banquet had gotten rather crazy. Later, she'd get in touch with Malak and see what kind of information he'd gathered.

She heard someone calling her name, and turned around to see Calithin. She grinned, and made her toward him.

"No worries, I'm all in one piece."

[Ivan Koporb]

((I can't find a good Russian-English translator, so I'll basically be going between what few Russian Words I can find and using something like <> To represent speaking in Russian. Anybody that can help me find a good translator please let me know.))

A lean man in a concealing coat crawled along the ledge of a rooftop like an animal, staring down at the reunion of two sisters. He went to crawl farther for a better look only to find out a moment too late that he was supposed to remember to watch where he was going. " дерьмо!!" Ivan swore loudly in Russian as he tumbled forward and bounced off of a protruding window sill, then bounced once on the ground before coming to a rest there. He immediately scrambled to his feet, cursing his former perch colorfully and going so far as to kick the wall as if it was the building's fault it ran out of space for him to crawl on.

He stopped after a few moments and turned to look at Eve and Kyra. It might have helped his entrance if he had found a place to climb down and seem like he was just coming in from another place and happened upon family. "I suppose you are being in want of explanation, da?" His Russian heritage was obvious in the accent and shabby English. He adjusted a hat on his head to conceal some of his rot, reaching up to adjust the dark glasses only to find they'd been smashed in the fall at which point he seemed to freeze for a mere moment before swearing at the glasses in Russian again and spiking them on the ground like a football player would.

"<Piece of shit glasses! I kill you for failing the Great Ivan!>" He kicked the shades against the wall angrily. This could probably be going a lot better if he would stop cursing out everything that was involved in his own mistakes. He took the hat off and glared at it as if he expected a hole to suddenly rip just to complete his bad luck. "<You...You are good hat. You do not anger Ivan like building and glasses. You live.>" He stated in acceptance of the article, placing it back on his head and giving it a pat. He turned back to the girls as if he hadn't just done all of that and folded his hands behind his back. "Questions?"

[Kyra Majarae]

Kyra smiled and put her arm around her sister's shoulders and started walking toward a teleportation booth. "We are going to France. Its where I live and its where all the best shopping is. You can pick out what you like." Kyra smiled and pressed a button on her wrist and spoke to the driver of the limo.

"Jaque...No I don't need you.....No I'm not going to kill you.....Yes go on home and prepare a new place for my sister.....No make it blue and not pink.....Thank you, you're a doll!" She smiled at Evana and started walking again.

She heard a crash and then looked to see someone with a hat and broken glasses. She started laughing when he started talking and she doubled over. She couldn't help it, she wasn't trying to be rude, she wasn't in the mood for being rude. She wiped her eyes and looked at him and then pulled out a pistol. "What are you doing watching us? Better hurry and answer before I blow your brains out." She smiled innocently and waited.

[Evana Majarae]

Evana was pleased that her sister was going through arrangements for her. It made her feel... special... in a way. And she was thankful the room wouldn't be done in the grotesque shades of pink. She opened her mouth to say something again but was cut off by a sound off to their side. She looked to see and hear a man yelling at a building and his glasses. She narrowed her eyes and glared at him a bit threateningly.

She intervened between her sister and the stranger. Eve was not about to let this man come between them. Although his intentions didn't look to be of such, she couldn't trust him. Trust was an issue. In an instant she had a her gun pointed at the man's face... which already looked distorted. "Who are you?" She demanded.

[Amelia 20]

Amelia enters the room where Bonifaz and the new comer are seated. She has the tea this time, and pours Bonifaz a cup.

"the lark's on the wing, the snail's on the thorn...god's in his heaven." She mutters.

"Your Credit Rating is detestable!" She shouts at Bishop. She giggles. "And all's right with the world."
She shakes her head a little then settles down to watch the claymation special. She watches it carefully. "A bad credit score will follow you wherever you go. A bad credit score is like having an STD. Humans."

[Ivan Koporb]

Ivan was now staring down two guns pointed at his head. What good was it to be undead when all the paranoid bastards pointed at your head to begin with? However, he was more irritated that he tried being friendly and was being threatened anyway. "Hey! You do not threaten Ivan! I come to make sure I following right people, make vith the nice, say hello to missing family. I get guns in my face."

He took out a pistol with a seemingly longer barrel because of the silencer attached, pointing at Eve since she was presently closer. "How you be liking gun in your face, hm?! Not so nice! Now, Ivan has offer. On count of three, ve put guns away and talk like living people. Da? Because Ivan does not appreciate being threatened by anybody, whether they are blood or pile of vodka in corner of room." He stared at the girls irritably, waiting for someone to make a response to his offer before somebody shot someone else.