Into A New World [Open][No-Kill]

The wind whispered in her ears and a psychotic giggle escaped the five foot tall female as she walked through the city. Bodies with beating hearts and blood flowing through them moved around her, the smell of them exciting her. Zaqar, or the Plague-Bride as she had been known for thousands of years, had just woken from a very long slumber: the past near three-hundred years. The night-world in which she stepped was far more different than the one she had left and yet it was not strange to her at all - she had been well aware of the changes going on in the world around her while she slumbered.

Another breeze blew the black knee length skirt with the torn edges around her legs as her heeled boots made a soft click of a sound at every footstep she took on the crowded sidewalk. Her corset was a bit revealing; black with red lace and red stitching up the front that was tied in a ribbon bow. Her outfit caused a young man walking past her to trip over his own feet, mouth opened, and hit the ground where he scraped open his hands and chin. The sight and smell of the blood only caused Zaqar to chucke as she kept walking.

She had no true purpose here in Velo, she had simply come here on a whim to see what she could find. Her home no longer stood where it once did as the modern world had choked out many of the old buildings, so she was simply left to wander. She raised her right hand and paused right there in the center of the sidewalk, leaving those walking to move around her. Her violet colored gaze was upon the full moon hanging in the sky, and as she stared up at it she raised her right hand to her right sided red and black big tail, twirling one of the braids that hung from it. "Such a beautiful moon this evening...", she muttered in words that were far from the language spoken in the modern world.

It had been several days since his return back from the visit to Sunset -- a place where he was no longer welcome. He'd cried himself to sleep on that first night, unable to comprehend exactly what he'd done that day -- he'd threatened one of the few people that he knew actually cared for him in this world with death.

For the few days after, he wanthing more than to go back to Sunset to speak to Amaranth, and somehow attempt to fix the situation with her -- he'd worded the law he set upon himself in such a way that he'd be able to go back without breaking it if he ever needed to, but he knew it was suicide. The wounds opened on that day were too fresh still -- no one would listen, and he knew he couldn't hold back on Ghost and Destiny long enough to get them to listen to him with rational minds.

And so, he Kept to himself for the past few days. He worked on auto-pilot, taking care of the day-to-day businesses of the city. But, being a vampire that fed off energy didn't have its downfall -- with the ample energy of Velo, Nova didnt need to sleep at all. It allowed him to be up at all times of the day and night, keep a better eye on his city...

Like now.

There was something strong within the walls of his city, moving through casually. So long as the energy of citizens didnt begin to vanish after coming into contact with it, he'd let it be. But something felt odd about it. It felt ...old. And slighty...off. Was that the taste of purple he detected?

"Christ, not another one."

It had to be another Malkavian. He didnt even need the cobweb to tell; given whom his own father was, he knew old blood when he felt it. Given what happened with the last two Malkavian's that decided to pay his city a visit, he wasnt taking any chances. The Darkin blade was summoned into his hands, the weapon almost orgasmic at the feel of Nova's emotions as strode through the darkened corridors of the Tower. Upon reaching an open balcony, the male leapt from it, manifesting his wings as he swooped down through the city.

Angel Physiology:

The man who had fallen and busted open his chin while scraping his hands was peeling himself off of the sidewalk and cursing as Zaqar continued to stare up at the beautiful large orb in the cloudless sky. From the corner of her violet colored gaze she saw something larger than a bird flying through the sky but paid it little mind at the moment outside of recognizing that it was there and moving.

"You stupid bitch, you tripped me!", the man accused which caused Zaqar to sigh sadly. She had been having such a nice night after all...

With an exaggerated eyeroll the female turned, her skirt swishing around her legs and raising up to show a bit of alabaster place flesh by her knees before it settled back down. Violet eyes landed upon the male as her head tilted a tad bit to the left. She didn't speak at first, she simply took in his appearance - he was wearing a cheap looking buttoned up shirt that was off a button, a pair of tan dress pants, a black leather belt that was wearing thin and would likely break soon, and the shoes upon his feet hadn't been polished properly in years. His hair was a mess though that had little to do with the fall, and he smelled of booze and sex. He likely had once been handsome but years of drinking and a pot belly and bruised knuckles had him looking like those portrayed in movies as woman beaters and scum. "What's wrong, bitch? Can't you speak english?", the male added, obviously uncomfortable by the intensive staring of Zaqar.

A wicked smile spread across her face suddenly and the man actually took a sudden step back; startled by the sudden and violent change in Zaqar's emotions. Apparently a smile wasn't what he expected to get after he had called her a bitch now twice. "Fluently.", Zaqar responded and it took the man several moments to realize what question he had asked that she was answering. "And I grow tired of being called a bitch.", she spoke as she took several steps forward and over to the male. "I suppose the question is what should I do about it? Should I break every bone in your body and leave you to die from the pain, or should I perhaps allow you to go home to beat your wife to death like you one day will and then be hauled off to prison to become a man named Bubba's bitch..." She reached over her right hand, stroking at the male's face as she spoke. Fingers lingered upon the man's chin as his mind attempted to comprehand what she said and she took that moment to drag a pointer finger through the blood on his chin, bring the finger to her mouth, and lick it slowly in front of him. The man paled and staggered backwards...

Even from this distance, he could see and hear what was going on clearly. He realised that this woman had seen him coming, and made no move to avoid him.

Oookay. strange.

He would arrive on the scene as the male stumbled backwards, placing his free hand on the male's shoulder. As the male turned to look at him, Nova would smile, nodding to him. "Go home. I'll deal with this."

The guy would scramble again, and take off, possibly thanking whatever diety was looking out for him on this day. Nova would frown as he looked upon the female before him, taking note of her odd dress and tho-- oh wow. Nice legs.

Don't get distracted.


Tightening his grip on the Darkin Blade, he watched this woman, waiting for some violent reaction out of her. He'd treat her like anyone of the people brought through the Velo court system; she'd get a chance to explain hersefl before he decided to punish her, if anything. But, given she was a Malkavian, he wasnt sure if a punishment was right -- she might get off on it.

"State your name, business in my city, and why I shouldn't ash you, Auntie." Respectful, as always. She was older; he'd show her respect until he had to kill her.

A pout of a look appeared on her face as the male with the wings told the man to go home, and that he'd handle this. "Aww, but I was having fun!", she said in a bit of a playful whine of a voice: which was promptly followed by a giggle.

Then she was focused completely on Nova and that weapon of his. She eyed it with curiosity, not fear like a 'normal' would have. Her purple gaze then lifted from the weapon to Nova - she knew who and what he was so she decided to show him the respect she hardly showed anyone and so she finally decided to answer him. "I go by many names... Crazy Jane, Typhoid Mary, The Plague Bride to name a few. But you? You can call me Zaqar." The name was spoken like thunder: there was ancient power in it. "I'm simply here to wander through this beautiful city. I have slumbered for the past three hundred some years only to awaken and find that my home was destroyed by  time itself. This modern world has destroyed much of the beauty that once was...", her voice took on a faraway sound to it as her mind went back momentarily, picturing the ancient world in her minds eye before she snapped her focus back suddenly onto Nova.

"By all means if you wish to ash me go right ahead. Though, before you do I must thank you, as I know you are the one who destroyed that imposter who called himself Malkav and played the part of my dearest lover..."

"Aww, but I was having fun!"

Ignore it. She's fucking malkavian.

As he watched her, he took notice of her watching his sword. His grip tightened reflexively, as he waited for her to answer his question, the wings upon his back folding against his back. He had all night to wait, but if she didnt begin soon, he'd force he-

"I go by many names... Crazy Jane, Typhoid Mary, The Plague Bride to name a few. But you? You can call me Zaqar."

Oh god. Zaqar? Just that name alone sent a shiver up his spine -- while he was confident that he was able to hold his own, especially in his own city, but this woman was the former lover of Malkav himself. And given that he'd murdered not only Malkav, as well as his 'son', he could understand why she was here.

"I'm simply here to wander through this beautiful city. I have slumbered for the past three hundred some years only to awaken and find that my home was destroyed by time itself. This modern world has destroyed much of the beauty that once was..." Bullshit. He knew why she was here. His grip tightened on the sword that he held, his power rising and reaching out to link with the ambient magic that flooded the city to add to his own. He was about to take that first step forward, the one that would cause him to speed past her and allow him to cut her down with ease when she spoke again.

"By all means if you wish to ash me go right ahead. Though, before you do I must thank you, as I know you are the one who destroyed that imposter who called himself Malkav and played the part of my dearest lover..."

Wait, what?

The man he killed was not THE Malkav of the clan legends? The revealation made him pause for a moment. If this woman knew what was happening in the world around her while she was asleep, then sure she was either gifted, or very old. He was curous now, his own mind wanting to know more.

"That was not Malkav...? Then who was it? And the other one, if you know so much, who was he?"

Her head tilted a bit to the left at Nova's question. She brought her right hand up to her mouth in a slow and dramatic movement where she tapped on her bottom lip with her pointer finger - obviously thinking. She shifted through all of the information within her mind - and good Lord there was more than enough - as she searched for the answers that Nova sought. Of course, this all happened rather quickly.

With a twinkle in her eye, a sign that she was amused enough to actually show it, she seemed to snap back to the present and refocused her attention on Nova. "His true name was Caleb and the man claiming to be his son was his bastard younger brother Hared. They were gifted over  millennium go with ancient power. It was what made them seem so..." She paused, obvious amused by her own choice of words because it could be used to describe her ancient self. "... old."

She shrugged lightly at that point. "No true loss... I would have ended them myself eventually. Though it would not have been so... quick.", she said, a wicked grin returning to her face.

Seemed legit. An older vampire that had the nerve to pass himself off as the clan elder -- Nova should have known better. It was said that Malkav was dead, his blood drank by the the childer whom gathered to lay thier sire to rest. And the one who claimed to be Malkav's son? Two brothers working the long con, it seemed.

Nova lowered the Darkin blade, which began to whine in protest within the male's mind. It was unhappy that it had been brought out and that there was no bloodshed. Ignoring the fight-crazed weapon for the moment, the male shifted his weight, adopting a relaxed stance. He was curious about her now, and wanted to learn more.

"Tell me.. where were you for this time, Zaqar? Like.. where did you keep yourself in Torpor?"

Zaqar watched as the male took a more relaxed stance before lightly rising her shoulders and letting them drop in a shrug at this question. "There used to be an island out that way populated by a very old and now lost tribe.", she she as she pointed with her right hand in the north-east direction. "They were rather... fond... of me..." She didn't bother going into detail of how they worshiped her; there was little need for that at the moment, or so she figured. "They built me a shrine that went inside of the island itself. I was there during those three-hundred years."

A sudden smile spread across her face. "It was rather well built; when the island took on water from a horrible hurricane it remained untouched. Even as the island sunk beneath the ocean." Zaqar paused then, figuring she had answered the young man's question well enough while also taking the time to realize she had not spoken to someone so much in hundreds upon hundreds of years. The last thought made her a bit giddy.

"And what of you? How did you come across such a lovely city as... this?", her voice trailed off as her violet colored gaze once more fell upon the huge white orb in the sky; the moon was indeed very distracting to the female.

"And what of you? How did you come across such a lovely city as... this?"

Nova's brow furrowed somewhat. He'd never had to tell this story to anyone else before -- it seemed a bit absurd.

"I came across this city during my travels. The former leader, or 'Boss', ran off with her tail between her legs when someone bombed it and hasn't been back since. I took up residence here, and began to get this place into shape -- established a police force and a small army to protect the people." Short and simple. No glorified stories of how the struggle was real and such. "I try to get them to rule themselves, but humans.. are fickle." He sighed after the last word, showing his disappointment some of the people whom attempted bribe or muscule thier way onto the Velo council before. Humans were so frustrating at times.

His head cocked to the side, curiosity crossing again. "What do you plan on doing when you leave, Auntie? The world is very different now from when you went to sleep."

Zaqar looked back to Nova and listened with curiosity showing plainly upon her face as Nova told his story of how he came upon being Boss of Velo City. In truth she could have simply 'searched' for the information but she was rather enjoying having a nice conversation for once. When he mentioned how fickle humans could be she couldn't help but laugh and nod in agreement - she knew that all too well herself.

When he asked her what she planned on doing now, especially with how the world had changed since the last time she walked up on it, she shrugged lightly. "I don't know, truly. I originally intended to spend the next several years... playing... with Caleb and his brother. However I can't do that now." She smiled gently, not really blaming Nova for killing them so quickly: she wouldn't have wanted someone like that in her city either. "I suppose I'll just have to find something else to amuse myself with..." Another human wandered by, took in her appearance, and tripped over himself: however he caught himself before he was injured and hurried away embarrassed. "Something tells me it won't be too hard to find another muse.", she commented with a chuckle.

The male nodded to Zaqar's response. She was an elder of the clan, with more time spent asleep than he'd been alive. She had nothing but time in this world. But seeing as she was within his city and not posing a threat, he was required to be a gracious host.

"You are more than welcome to remain within Velo for as long as you like, Auntie. Just mind the laws of the city." He smiled, even going so far as to offer a small bow to her, catching the sight of another male tripping over himself to stare at this half-naked female.

The Darkin Blade rattled in his grip, thorougly pissed off that there was not going to be a fight. Nova frowned at the sword, beginning to regret that he'd brought the weapon with him. He could easily achieve the same effect with Calamity; why was he begining to rely solely on this wretched sword?

Turning his attention back to Zaqar again, the smile returned to his face. "But, beyond that, m'lady. Allow me to be the first to welcome you to Velo City."

The guy who had tripped over himself disappeared around the corner and Zaqar took a moment to assess herself and the way she was dressed: she was showing more skin than the average female she had come across, that much was true, but she wasn't completely naked. So, what really was the deal with all of these men tripping over themselves? Not that it didn't amuse her, because it most certainly did.

Her attention snapped back to Nova as he stated that she was more than welcome to remain in Velo City so long as she minded the laws. Zaqar wasn't in the particular mood needed to break such rules, and so she had no problems with abiding by them. Velo City amused her, or at least the people within it did, and the city itself had a certain charm that held her interest, and so staying was definitely a good idea. "Thank you. I think I will stick around. This city holds a certain... charm... for me." Zaqar would, of course, eventually have to find a place to 'live': she couldn't wander the streets forever without bringing even more attention to herself after all.

At Nova's official welcome she smiled broadly. "So, tell me, Nova, where would you suggest a weary..." the word weary was spoken in a playful tone, "...traveler to take shelter in such a beautiful city as this?" She could have simply plucked such information of a comfortable place to call home from the minds of those around her, but for now she was still in a conversational mood and so this way just worked better for it.

Oh dear. He was still playing the gracious host to an elder of his clan, right? It would be an offense if he didnt offer his own home to her...

"If you would like, Auntie, you are more than welcome to stay with me while you are within my City. It would be my honor to host you!" Enthusiasm, wonderful. Not that he was faking his emotions, but.. it was strange to him. An ancient elder of the clan, one whom worked with the real Malkav was in his city; he was hoping to make a lasting impression on her -- one could never know how holding favor with a clan elder could help...

Turning slightly, the male lifted his free hand a pointed in the direction of the Tower of the Immortal. "That is where I live, Zaqar. If you decide to take me up on that offer, I can be found there. I will inform my guard to allow you pass."

A thoughtful expression crossed her facial features as she listened to Nova's offer: he sounded rather enthusiastic about the idea of her staying in the place he lived and the fact that he offered at all pleased her greatly: most would not have made such a choice. She brought her right hand up to her face, tapping with her pointer finger on her lip as she had done before when in a thoughtful mood. Violet eyes shifted over in the direction that Nova pointed, taking in the appearance of the Tower of the Immortal: it was a grand structure.

She dropped her hand and nodded with a smile as she focused her attention back to Nova. "I think I will take you up on your offer, thank you." Her smile formed more on her face as she looked back towards the tower. "Do you have a pool in there somewhere? I love pools..." Water was a comfort for the female; she loved nothing more than submerging herself beneath the surface and sinking to the bottom where she would spend sometimes hours or even days - the water blocked out the majority of the world around her, and given that mortals couldn't stand long bouts of time beneath the water it meant she was less likely to be disturbed. Of course, she wouldn't mind of Nova disturbed her, especially given it was his home after all.

While she waited she saw out of the corner of her eye a mother quickly covering a pre-teen boys eyes; the pair of had been walking down the street and the kid had spotted her - something the child's mother obviously didn't care for. It all made Zaqar think that perhaps, since she would be staying in Velo City for quite a while, that it was time to get a new wardrobe after she settled in. "Perhaps I should also get some other clothing while I'm here... I don't think some of your citizens appreciate my choice of dress.", she said with an amused chuckle.

Did she seriously just ask if he had a pool? Was... that all she wanted, after hundreds of years of being in torpor? Wow, the pleasures of being so old that one would potentially have anything that they wanted.

Must be nice.

Of course there were several pools within the tower; each of the 'private' quarters came with one, but she'd find out soon enough since she'd taken him up on his offer. Upon hearing her remark about her clothing, he could only grin. While he himself could appreciate the view, he could understand that it was a problem.

"If you like, I can call for a tailor to stop by at some point, Auntie. You'll be treated to the finest threads that Velo has to offer, courtesty of me, of course." Those black eyes flickered the briefest silver crossing into them for a moment. "I'm sure we can find something suitable for you."

Nova didn't say no when it came to her asking about a pool and so she figured it was safe to assume, for now, that there was at least one in that large tower. Perhaps more?

At Nova's suggestion about calling a tailor Zaqar got a thoughtful expression on her face once more and then nodded. "That would be appreciated, thank you." Zaqar noticed his eye color momentarily change - mostly because her brain went instantly to 'OH! SHINY!' - but she didn't comment outwardly over it. "Let's just hope my choices of clothing are also suitable for your citizens... Though, I don't understand how they can go around all covered up like that. I would think it would be quite uncomfortable. Then again, perhaps I spent far too much time in Egypt; the more wealthy you were and the more royal blood that ran through your veins the less.. covered... you were. Princesses and Princes ran around covered in nothing more than paint back in my day."

She then glanced back to the moon, almost as if it had called her name, and surely it had; but only for her ears to hear. She winced suddenly and reached her right hand up, rubbing her forehead momentarily in the very center. Vampires didn't get headaches... OLD vampires DEFINITELY didn't get headaches. But, she now had a headache. The fuck was this?

Nova almost giggled at the Elder's words. While he had not been alive in those times, he'd done quite a bit of reading about the civilizations of the past; he'd had nothing else to do while he'd stayed in his room on Sunset. And so, books were opened and his mind filled with knowledge of the past. He trusted what he read, but to hear it spoken aloud was a bit.. strange. Almost as if the words themselves were filled with a strange energy that caused a tingle to rolled up his spine. He was a strange creature; unlike most of his kin, he fed off energy and emotions rather than blood. And given human nature, the sight of someone else less than half-clothed was always stimulating....

It would have been an all-you-can-eat buffet for him.

But alas, he was not alive during that time. The magic that ran rampant through the city was more than enough to keep him fed; it varied in flavor with each day as well. But this was not the time to get lost in thought, no. He had to play the proper host. "The humans of today have a .. prudish mindset when it comes to themselves. While some still worship thier bodies as the most expressive form of art, many have come into the mindset that the nude form is not for the public eye. They feel it makes them seem... less refined." The young man shrugged. "Personally, I wear what I feel is comfortable."

Reaching up to scratch his stubbled chin, he nodded to The Plague-Bride. "I'm sure our tailors can create you anything you wish to wear, madam, from any era."