An ever changing wind, for ever changing souls ...

[Richimal]

Kyle GreySeer

Wind fingered its way through fair hair, combing through heavy tresses, while an under current of air buffeted the under side of white angelic wings. Or ... so it would appear. Kyle hovered, just outside the boundaries of his long time home, now a stranger, as if looking in, from outside a window. The thoughts that drifted through his mind should have been amusing, had they not been so disheartening. A stranger? In his own home? But it was true, undeniably so. So long had he been away, but that was not the cause of his sorrows. Time had not been his enemy in this, distance away from his family, was not his reason for discontent. No, it was his own soul. Beating strong and free, as it always had. But ... dark ... so very dark now. His thoughts and soul were not the only manifestations of his change, they found their way to his physical being as well. Where once a fair head of hair framed a handsome face, ebony curls had taken their place. Where once glorious white feathers had riddled his wings, now black as night, and shining with an almost living breathing soul. It had take some time, to find a way to cover them. Most he'd found, did not have the subsistence to beat back the ferocity of his soul. The black of his physical person, screamed to be heard, like some sort of perverse voice, that would not be denied. Simple paint he had used first. Only to find that it boiled and flaked away within moments of touching the black of his hair, and ink of his wings. Melting away, to show to the whole world, his true nature. It wasn't just his wings and hair ... it was his soul, that felt cheated, felt as though he should relish in his new changes. Finally, he'd found a merchant, a questionable man at best. A man in a deep black trench coat, with a gritty voice ...

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The Merchant

Vivid, blue torches illuminated the grim shack, that seemed to be a make shift shop that lingered on the horizon. The clouds had grown heavy and thick, and threatened the lands with rain, and the warmth of the weather seemed to recede in the presence of the enigmatic, silhouette that silently beckoned for Kyle's attentions. Upon Kyle's approach, the sway of the wind would cause the blue torches to dance, and cast the shadows further along the leaning figure, garbed in the deepest of midnight, from head to toe. A trench coat, long used, and worn by the weather, robes of black, guilded by runes of dull, dusty gold, and a pair of well worn black leather boots, decorated with mud, and debris from years of travel and abuse. The light again shifted in that hazy aura about his frame, as Kyle drew nearer. In the darkness of the night, two glistening, sapphire eyes flickered into view, though for a moment they seemed almost crimson, as they seemed to squint with a hint of pleasure at the man's arrival. The features of his face were not viewed however, a veil of violet across the bridge of his nose, obscured not only his mouth, but only left his unsettling gaze to be viewed. With a low, grainy chuckle, his head hung, as his right hand ascended, two, willowy, dark fingertips ascended and bobbed at the air.

"Over here... stranger," he offered.

With Kyle's interests piqued, that very same hand descended and took hold of the roughened leather edge and drew it back. A ringing of trinkets ascended into the air, as the trench was opened, pendants, vials, and a vast assortment of ink and dyes were suddenly revealed.

"Got something that might interest ya," he offered with a rough, chuckle that seemed just as gritty as his worn, and vicious voice.

Kyle GreySeer

The man certainly put him on edge, and he appeared out of no where, where once there was nothing. He shifted his eyes around the mans shop, lingering over this weapon or that, pursing his lips in a straight line, nothing immediately jumping out at him. He certainly had a wide selection, but Kyle wasn't really looking for weapons per se. No, what he needed was something to conceal the black of his hair and wings. Something that could make it so he could travel home again, able to fool his siblings and father. Eventually he turned his gaze back toward the enigmatic merchant.

"No ... I'm afraid I'm looking for something a bit different. I need ... something to paint my wings and dye my hair with. Regular paint burns or boils off almost immediately upon applying it. If ... you have something that will have a more ... lasting effect. You've got yourself a deal."

The Merchant

The merchant chuckled, his shoulders heaved as the raspy sound of his voice resonated forth from behind the deep, violet sash that shrouded his lower features. Those nimble fingertips slid into the depths of his coat and a crystalline vial was drawn up and held out before him. However interestingly enough the vial appeared to be empty, though upon closer inspection, small bubbles seemed to circulate throughout the clear, seemingly nonexistent fluid contained within.

"It'll take more than simple dye to blotch out that crop stranger," he offered, in that same, disturbingly ragged voice. "But if there's any brew that'll do, it's this," he stated.

The vial was even marked, with a tag, the asking price however was one hundred golden pieces, a rather pricey investment for a vial containing perhaps a thimble's worth of fluid.

"Drink it up, and say good bye to the old you," he offered, in explanation of what to do exactly with it.

It would be handed over on exchange of the coins.

"Come back any time," and the moment Kyle turned his eyes away, the soft blue glow of the torches would be gone, as well as the odd Merchant who had been there moments before.

(Merchant posts courtesy of John)

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Kyle GreySeer

So, Kyle had purchased the vial, and consumed its contents. Mystically, the black of his hair and wings had shifted into their previous hue of platinum and white. He'd long ago decided to forget about the incident, and stop wondering at the mystery that had surrounded the Merchant. Best to at least be thankful for the vial and the changes it had wrought. Finally, his mind was torn away from that fateful day, and dark blue eyes fell back toward his ancestral home. A deep breath was taken, lids shuttering closed as he tried to find some sort of inner calm. It would not come. The eyes of his sisters, and of his father, came to meet his veiled gaze, one by one. Accusing eyes, eyes of shock and looks of betrayal. His fathers eyes, as he saw them in his head, always had an amused look to them. As if his father had always known ... Same blood or something. Like he'd seen it coming. Damn him for being right! And his sisters ... his dear sweet sisters. What would they think of him? They would think him weak, or so he told himself. Weak to have fallen so low. A coward, they might think, for hiding from the light, and letting the dark grow within his chest. And it was so very true. He hadn't fought it at all. He'd cultivated it. He enjoyed the way it made him feel. He'd always seen his sisters as ... more important than him. And his father ... never important in his fathers eyes. But would he now? Might his father be more gracious toward him, now that his son, followed in his foot steps? But the wretched things his father had done ... his sisters would never forgive him for searching to fall under his fathers gentler hand. But ... there was nothing for it now. He'd come this far.

Shoulders bent low, and wings angled down, to cut into the wind, and toward his home. For the longest time his descent was spent in consideration, for he had a long ways to fall. His eyes were closed all the while, thinking of what he would say, and building himself up to lie to his own sisters ... It broke his heart. But he would have to keep up this farce, keep them happy, keep them ignorant ... He could tell when he passed the point of no return, when he knew he would undoubtedly be within his sisters range of 'sight. When he knew his sisters would know that their brother Kyle had returned. Eyes snapped open, as his wings bent back and curled, catching the wind suddenly. As air hit the balloon of his wings, it sounded as if a thunder clap announced his presence, as his forward momentum was suddenly stopped. Feet gingerly hit ground, and he tucked his wings backward. With a long sigh .....

"I am home."

[Samaena]

Knowing faith was at her side and would stand with her only brought so much comfort, there was no comfort she craved more than that her Angel could offer her. Yet she would deny it to the end. She had cast her own out some time ago now, even the Oaks had separated….and she felt cold. Cold to the core. She needed to, wanted to see this over with as quickly as possible, with as little fuss as possible…despite knowing Faithy would want everything to go with the biggest bang possible. Cass had changed, there were things she wanted now, she had a place to go. Far, far away from here, she should have got the clue eons ago or so it seemed. Hope had, even Kyle had…but even as his name passed through her mind she had to raise a brow and look to the sky.

The castle loomed above her, foreboding and ominous, shrouded in a darkness she silently and secretly welcomed. Whispers of the past, memories floated on by like visible musical notes fresh from their stave. The eyes of the gargoyles watched, the bats fluttered and busied themselves effortlessly but beyond all that…the figure of the Angel arriving at such speed, the thunderclap...the Angel before her only caused her to chuckle. Was it true? Kyle was home? What home? The place was derelict. No Mother to keep the place running like clockwork, Moon making a re-appearance seemed to bring the most strange of occurrences to take place.

“Well, well, well” she piped up before Faith could gush all over him “Wonders will never cease” as sarcastic as always though the pain, the bitterness and jealousy she felt only bred more of the same contempt. “Glad you still know the way” she approached the form of her brother and smiled rather wryly. He should have stayed away, they’d managed without him. Why return now? Guilt? Because he’d left Faith behind? Even as she approached close enough to reach out and pat him on the shoulder her words were dry “Welcome home Brother…Home Sweet Home” she passed him by then, there was something she had to do and the sooner the better. She’d be out of this hellhole in a flash.

Kyle had not returned for her, but she’d not deny in a moment of privacy with her brother that she had missed him, and that it was good to see he was well…she could see that much from first glance. It was just the way she was…more so now? Now her own Angel was no longer a part of her life? Their lives? Why had he chosen now of all times to return?

Perhaps it was just as well she didn’t linger. Faith would have had things to say to Her Angel, she knew this and the ache she felt of her own loss was enough to draw a sting of anger to burn the backs of her eyes. They would never know…she had all intention of leaving Faith and Kyle to re-acquaint themselves to fight, bite, kick and scream at each other. Perhaps it was the reason she avoided the stair to the large oak doors for the moment, springing up to view the scene about to unfold from a place atop the nearest gargoyle’s head.

This could prove to be good.

[John]

The reunion of those winged individuals beyond the lair of Moon himself was a touching one. Or... rather an interesting one. At the moment he wasn't quite positive if he should be inside of the house that had been for some time now neglected and left to ruin. No, he was most definitely not suppose to be here, especially when no one was home. Nevertheless when he had come to the doors and waited for literally days on end, after having walked for months on end to find the place, he had decided to cut his losses and enter. After all he was family, in a strange, and very distant sort of way.

And so there he was, Jao Kheinmor in one the largest, darkest and down right creepiest lairs he had ever had the misfortune of stumbling into. However when the days trickled by, and boredom had gotten the best of him, he had decided to investigate.

Donned as always in a long, flowing pair of dark, green hakama pants, and simple sandals, he traveled through the large cold corridors and hallways of the manor. His emerald green eyes roamed over ancient tapestries as his fingertips slid slowly over dust laden banisters. He marveled at how his own voice, resonated time and again throughout the place and even took his shot at sliding down an impossibly long banister, which had more or less ended in disaster as he fell over and crashed down through some antique oak table. A mental note to apologize and pay for the damages was in place and he had cleaned up to the best of his ability.

However now after three days he was growing tired, hungry and quite bored. The presence of those beyond reached his attentions and he realized that soon people would fill the home, and find him here. Thankfully in his time here he had cleaned, straightened and had even lit torches and candles. That was done last of course and the place felt homey.

"For a vampire, or graves keeper," he thought out loud as he leaned back into a couch, and sighed, waiting patiently for those who lived within the castle to return home.

Why was he there in the first place? It was hard to say, but he had come here and he felt he needed to speak to someone important. It was just his luck that he would get his wish.

[Lillith]

She wouldn't pretend that she had any clue what Cass was about now. In truth Cass had always been the ' I got a secret and I won't share' type 'o gal. Faith had learned that long ago and had accepted it about this sister. Where Cass was secretive and quiet, Faith was loud, harsh, an ' I don't give a fuck what you think, piss me off and I'll slit your throat' kind 'o gal. Faith had had many years to perfect the way she was now, and oh yes, she liked it. She knew that Cass was on some sort of personal mission, knew that surely her sister would again disappear once whatever was going to go down was finished, but it didn't matter. Faith was along for this ride for one reason alone. Moon was indeed back. Faith could feel it in her bones, her soul, whatever was left of it. Surely the hate that was still breeding within her for Dear Old Dad was folly, but she didn't care. Even if she got one shot in, her death would be worth it.

So long ago it had all began. So long ago, as Moon towered over her, seeking to drain her life-force, his own daughters life-force simply so he may live once again. Kyle, her brother, her own sweet Angel running away. Too frightened to try to save her. A scowl had marred her brow as memories washed through her as she and Cass neared the Castle. A castle that was now dark, lifeless.. or was it? Someone lingered within, someone not family..

" Hey.. Cass. You feel that..?"

An inquiry began only to be broken off swiftly as a rush of wind stirred raven locks about her pale face, ebon wings swiftly working tight around her supple form clad in the darkest leather, those eyes of jade fire burning bright as they settled upon the sight before her. Cass was approaching him, speaking words of welcome, even laying a gentle hand upon his arm in greeting. Damn her. Her gaze would follow her sister as Cass made her way to perch atop one of the silent gargoyles, all smug. Bitch. Tighter her wings would wrap about her as her luminescent gaze fell once again upon Kyle. Almondesque eyes narrowing as anger, hurt, betrayel reared its head yet again. She'd been perfectly fucking fine this time after he'd left. Had pushed everything away, tucked it deep, and had been very willing to pretend that she was just fucking.. FINE! Even as steps began towards him, the chrome of the many zippers and rings upon her boots and pants clinking softly in the night, it seemed like de ja vu (however the fuck it's spelled). She and Kyle had been here once before hadn't they. And why was it that Faith wasn't reacting differently? Perhaps because she was a creature of habit. At that moment it didn't matter though, for she was nearing Kyle, staring upon him, his beauty, his face, ah still so handsome. It took her breath away. Her heart was crying, but there were no tears flowing from her eyes. Stopping before her brother, her own Angel, slowly her own raven wings easing open to fall behind her as she gazed up into that face she thought long gone. And, the creature of habit she tended to be brought along this little time warp. This had all happened once before..

Her hand curled into a fist, and with all the speed she had grown into with her years as a predator, a hunter of Mortals, that fist came bearing out towards her brothers chin. Though no tears trailed down her cheeks, her voice was choked with them as she screamed. " I WAS DOING FINE WITHOUT YOU!"

Cass would surely be laughing by now. Were Cass to see Hope again, there would be no hysterics. Cass would simply remain the cold and distant woman she had become. Emotion was a waste of Cass' time. Unfortunately, as much as Faith tried to pretend she wasn't, she was very much ruled by hers..

[Richimal]

Kyle GreySeer

Kyle neither averted his gaze, nor let the carpet of his wings fall downward. Kyle would not shuffle his feet, and look ashamed of himself. He had more pride than that. Now ... anyway. Funny what it took sometimes, to finally accept, and love that which one was. And Kyle ... had found something within himself. Many faults and failures he had in his past. Insecurities, cowardice ... But, though to his sisters, he appeared to be the same Kyle they always knew, a much different man stood in his place. They just couldn't see it. The clever and mysterious mixture, given to him by the merchant, hid the truth of his heart. Still, dark blue eyes shifted to the right, taking in what he could see of his own right wing. Still white. That was the only thing he was nervous about. Should the vial wear off, reveal on the outside, what his soul looked like, within. He wasn't ashamed. If anything, he was only ashamed by the fact that he had to hide it. He so wished to cry out the truth of his glorious transformation. After all ... it had unchained him. He was finally free ... of himself. But it wouldn't do. They might not understand. There was enough drama in this family, and he had things to do.

Kyle may have changed the appearance of his hair and wings, into the fair state they had been before he left ... But his personality still shown through somewhat, in the form of what he was wearing. No robes hung from Kyle's wide, muscled shoulders. A black skin tight, long sleeve shirt tightly hugged every curve and line of a well muscled upper torso. The sleeves did nothing to hide the bulge of a heavy bicep, and taut forearm. Black slacks, tight enough to slaughter tact and modesty, as it clearly showed the sizable bulge between his legs. His new garb clearly defined his sexual prowess, and mindset that he was aware of it. It may have looked slightly out of place, with such a fair head of hair, and the white wings that were held aloft above him. But then ... that was because they didn't really look that way. Should he have stood there as he should have looked, it would have painted a perfect picture.

Heavy eyes, laden with confidence, now that his mind and gaze was directed away from his wings, were now laid upon his sister Cass. A half smile drifted to his lips, one corner of his lip twisting upward. Some things ... would never change. He followed her with his gaze, but said nothing. He offered a smile toward his sister Cass, though no amusement could be seen in it. As she spoke, a sudden and fierce urge bubbled up to the surface of his mind, wishing nothing more than to back hand her, and send her on her rear. But that was immediately discarded and buried violently within the confines of his mind. The old Kyle wouldn't have done that after all. Mustn't give away his dirty little secret too soon. And ... he did love his sister Cass. Still ... his own thoughts shocked him. He had never been violent, let alone toward his beloved siblings. But her insolence and stand off-ish behavior toward him annoyed him. It didn't matter how long he'd been away. Still, he let out a long sigh, and tore his gaze away from her.

"Grow up Cass." was all that was offered. His voice deep and dark, though no anger truly lined his voice. He stepped to the side, letting her escape to whatever hole she might pity herself in. Maybe she'd come to him later, and act a little more mature. Maybe then he'd embrace her, when she was ready to embrace him.

As she departed, he shifted his gaze toward his twin sister, though no smile came, at seeing her after all these years. Thoughts of his departure whisked their way through his mind, memories surfacing to betray his thoughts. But they failed. It was the past, and he was different than he used to be. So he met his sisters gaze, undaunted. Though still ... this reunion was already going to hell in a hand basket. But he wouldn't deny his sisters anger, he'd made his bed, he'd lay in it. And then it came. Instead of arms wrapped around him, or a kiss laid upon his lips ... a fist, curled with anger, was sent toward his chin. He might have been able to dodge, deflect, evade ... but he had left her ... after all. Pain resonated from his chin, flowing up the sides of his face, his head tilting backward from the impact. A mess of platinum hair whipping backward. His head remained tilted back thus for a long moment, before finally rising, meeting her gaze once more.

"I can see that." He said, in reply to her being fine without him.

More was to be said. To both of his sisters. He should have forced an embrace out of Cass, in an attempt to break her from her sullen revelry. He should have dropped to his knees, begged forgiveness of his sister Faith. But ... he wasn't that Kyle anymore. Finally, shoulders sagged, as his eyes fell toward the floor. But not in shame, in thought. Things had fallen to hell. Their whole family was a complete disaster. What was to be done? What could he do to change it? Eyes lifted, to fall upon Faith yet again. A brow was raised, a dark orb of azure deeply searching the eyes of his sister.

"I'm sorry Faith. That's all I can say. And I can only say it once. The past is the past. If you can't forgive me ... That's something you need to decide here and now."

Still, a hand was lifted, and a gentle digit was laid upon her cheek. He dragged the back of that digit down, to hug the line of her jaw. When the finger reached her chin, his thumb rose to join it, and he cupped her chin delicately with those two digits. Lifting gently, he took a good long look into her eyes.

"I've missed you." His eyes rose to take in Cass, eavesdropping upon one of the many gargoyles. "Both of you." was added as his eyes met those of his sister Cass.

The hand was returned to his side, and he stood straighter, retaining a regal look. He swept his line of sight across his one time home, and took in the truth of its ruin and decay. He shook his head, the muscles along his jaw pumping in agitation.

"We have some work to do. We're better than this." But the presence of a stranger, at least to Kyle, was taken in, within the confines of the manor itself. "But first, we have a guest to attend to."

Steps were taken away from his sisters. Maybe they would follow him, perhaps they wouldn't. They might have to get used to the idea. Cass, most likely wouldn't be happy with him for his remark. But maybe she would take it to heart. Grow up, and mature a little. Stop pitying herself, and get back into the family. The way she should be. The way Kyle should be. After all ... he was here wasn't he? Faith ... Faith may not forgive him. And that thought tormented his mind, but he would have to leave her to make her own choices. It was only fair, after having left, all those years ago. Leaving her to what fate would have of her. But, there was still things to be done. Hopefully they would understand that.

Kyle opened the wide oak doors of the manor, tucking in his wings behind him as he entered. Kyle took in the sight of Jao, sitting upon the couch, and offered him a raised brow.

"Evening, and well met stranger. How can I help you?" Kyle had no idea who the man was, but he'd be polite, until this man proved ... problematic. He'd no idea Jao was actually family. He might relax, and be more hospitable once he found out. And then again, maybe not. He was only family through marriage after all, and even still, only through his brother Eric. Kyle stepped completely into the room, and made a few steps toward Jao.

"I'd offer you refreshments ... but as you can see our home is in a state of ... ill repair at the moment." He turned to face him, and crossed the mighty cables of his arms across his chest, and awaited what this night would offer. Many things may be decided this night. Kyle had a feeling a good deal of them ... wouldn't be good.

[Samaena]

Perhaps it was just as well Cass kept her distance. Faithy would have had a ball had she seen the hurt n her eyes, the tell-tale brimming tears that were swiftly blinked away. It didn’t matter…nor did the presence of a familiar person within the castle…perhaps she should have said something but she rather thought he’d have understood that some family re-unions were better left to come before all others. Why was Jao here? Answers to such questions would come later she was sure. For now she was content to straddle the gargoyle she chose to observe from, her calves hiding its eyes from the scent unfolding below…she had a rough idea of what was to come but she couldn’t help wincing as she heard the crack of Faith’s fist making contact with Kyle’s jaw. That really had to hurt. The smug grin upon her face was no more than an amused sneer. Kyle had, had it coming to him and she didn’t blame Faith one bit.

His comment to ‘grow up’ hadn’t even been graced with a response…but if she had. It would have been silent, a taunt…as most taunts had come in the past from them being small children. – There was only one of them missing now and in her stone cold heart she knew Hope would never make an appearance here to welcome ‘Daddy’ home. She had seen tot hat personally and it crippled her to feel so alone and lost without her Angel. A soft and hidden sigh followed as she watched the rest of the scene between Kyle and Faith. The tenderness and affection…Faith needed him back in her life…moreso now that she intended to leave…and she hadn’t told her, she couldn’t. Maybe Cass was mindful of someone else’s feelings…even Faith.

Perhaps she was glad it didn’t linger on, it was good to see him back home it had been far too long. However, she remained tight lipped and swung her leg over the stone gargoyle’s head and slipped down as she had so many times in the past to follow Kyle through the aged oak doors. Upon entrance into the room Jao had thought to make…homely she waited till Kyle stopped speaking and offered a smile to Jao. “Hello Jao. To what do we owe this pleasure?” her gaze shifted back to her brother and to see if the furious Faith would trounce in and continue the fight…she was sure it wasn’t over just yet. Faith had a lot to say…and if she had to say it with her fists then she wasn’t going to help Kyle in any way at all. He was a big boy now, they didn’t need big sis to step in any more. “Kyle..this is Jao.” She began “Your sisters Brother-In-Law” she left out the ‘our’ and she did not use her Angels name either. Still so very bitter.

If Kyle had ore questions they could wait till another time and most definitely another place…if she had the time and inclination to answer once ‘family business was and had been dealt with. Jao would she had no doubt rise and greet Kyle his own way. Fact was she let her brother know that Jao was no stranger and he was welcome here as far as she was concerned. – Kyle acting like the man of the house? Yes her smile broadened that much more but she’d not contest it. Turning away from the gathering only till she could face the room from the fireplace, against which she leaned and folded her arms. As her first thought suggested…it was going to prove to be interesting.

[Samaena]

faith_greyseer: She had thought she'd perhaps feel better after laying a good one on Kyles jaw. Wrong. She had hoped maybe she'd see a spark of anger within his gorgeous eyes, eyes she waited so long to stare within once again. WRONG. The bastard simply remained calm, having the balls to even be.. kind. Oh but how the gentleness of his fingers upon her chin calmed her, just by that simple touch. His words, "I've missed you..".. would bring a stinging to her emerald hues. What the Hell.. crying? Oh FUCK that. She had easily managed to forget there was someone lingering within the Castle with her brothers presence, until he made mention of it again. -c-
faith_greyseer: As his back turned, putting his attention to the ever silent Cass, she would furiously wipe the stray tear that dared travel down her pale cheek away. No way would she let him see how he was affecting her. He hadn't earned it yet. Yet.. With a glared glance to Cass just because she could, she would stomp into the Castle that had once been their happy home in her siblings wake. Her blazing gaze settled upon Jao, and she recognized him, but that did nothing to calm her really. Why was a Kheinmor here? Even Hope, a supposed part of this 'family' never ventured here anymore.-c-
faith_greyseer: The six-winged bug was surely all happy la-la in her new little family unit now, all fighting wars and shit. As much as she wanted to stay at Kyles side, needing to, craving to lean into his gentle embrace, she moved away from him and Cass. Easing around the huge couch so as to have Jao flanked at three sides. And oddly enough for her, she remained silent, simply watching the 'brother-in-law'. Let's just see what sort of excuse he came up with for being in Greyseer territory..

jao_kheinmor* Whatever it was that was occuring outside, was taking a bit longer than he had expected and he chuckled a bit at the fact that he was growing a bit impatient. Why? Slowly he shook his head and leaned forward. Tendrils of platinum blonde fell before his, emerald gaze, which focused intently upon the floor, as his calloused hands rubbed together slowly. A few moments of thought, were allowed to be spared, for he could feel that they were drawing nearer. Perhaps it was the anxiety, he had never crossed the thresh into this place. Especially with no one attending it. The place was almost in ruins, yet he had done his best to clean, and dust and to make it somewhat comfortable. It was a great deal warmer now that the fire place was stocked and ablaze. Plumes of rich black smoke funneled forth from the various chimney's and slithered into the air soundly. A deep breath was taken as he collected himself and raised his gaze towards the dancing flames within the monstrous hearth. Not always the impulsive one, but he did have his moments, and walking into a castle of such dark, and foreboding design was most definately one of them.
jao_kheinmor* The large doors eased open, the creak of their movement did not so much draw his eyes as the three, lingering bodies beyond it did. Dutifully he ascended to full height, five feet, eleven inches. The details of his anatomy were enigmatic, for the flowing tunic, of the orient and the hakama pants, both of a matching, dark forest green hid such details. A smile ascended upon the features of his face. "Well I was thinking that I'd be waiting here alone forever," he stated, as his eyes rolled over towards Kyle who spoke first. Before he could interject, Cassandra made her appearance. The smile upon his face widened. "Cassandra," he bowed his head as he paced forward. "A pleasure," he turned towards Kyle. "Jao Kheinmor, a pleasure to meet you Kyle, and Faith," he said, the glint in his eye, knowingly fled to her. She was in a mood, he could tell. "You look well as always," he said, quite comfortably. The situation was volatile at best. The Greyseer' clan was one that was to be reckoned with, if of course they kept their claws out of one another long enough to form some sort of unity. Nevertheless it was never his intent to cause any trouble. "I'm sorry about the table," he offered, rather sheepishly. "I saw the banister... and.." he shrugged. "I couldn't help myself... I got all the way to the bottom then crash," he admitted. "I'll pay for it," he stated as his hands ascended and slid into his robes. The blades that he wore upon his belt were not there however.
jao_kheinmor* Both of the blades were resting upon the couch. Not really within arm's reach, but that was not an issue he was concerned with. His hands nestled into his long sleeves as he took note of each of those within his presence. "I actually stopped by to see how you all were doing," he admitted quite freely. "I heard about the war that Hope had been involved with, they're doing quite well, I haven't seen them since however," he confessed. "And I suppose as I was wondering, I felt... compelled to come here," he offered. "After all," he stated as he paced forward, and swept by Kyle to peer out of the doorway at the lands beyond the castle. "The family did become a great deal larger, " he stated, with a friendly smile as he glanced back at the three of them. "I suppose a lot of it, is also a bit of my own selfishness," he added as well, though his smile did fade. "My wife and children were put to rest, and I realized that I had never gotten to know you all like I did them, or even Hope. I think it's unforgivable of me, so I was hoping to get to be a more familiar face," he explained.

kyle_greyseer* Kyle for one, couldn't care any more about this Stranger, sisters husbands brother or not. He listened however, as Cass explained, and a dry chuckled rolled from his lips. "Ah yes ... the renowned holy man of God." The heavy stare of his dark blue eyes would be felt upon Jao, as he was measured up with calm precision, and complete lack of tact. He had no time for this ... Kheinmor. He had so much to do. Eyes lifted to behold his sister Faith, making her way around to flank him. Completely unnecessary. But still, at least her mind was in the right place. He did not however, let his eyes linger upon his sister. Best to keep her head away from the clouds at the moment. Her attentions needed to be in the here, and now, and not in some bed wrapped in his arms. Eyes drifted down to the disgruntled table, and a brow was raised in amusement. "Worry not over the table Mr. Kheinmor. There are more pressing matters than that of an insignifigant table." It was time to stretch his wings, as it were. There would have to be certain ... rules put into place, and he might as well begin to inforce them as of now. His eyes were turned upon Cass, and a heavy look was offered, for quite a long moment. "Cass. If you would be so kind ... Would you make the effort to try and scrounge up some refreshments for us?"
kyle_greyseer* He hated to do it, but someone had to take charge. Cass was too lost in her own depression and self-pity to do anything on her own. And Faith was too lost in her own hate, and anger to make a stand on her own. He'd have to take charge. But they wouldn't allow it easily. He'd have to make his claim known. It wasn't going to be pretty, of that he was certain. Still, if she declined, nothing would be done about it. A simple shrug would be offered, but he would remember, and deal with it at a later date. Opposite the couch, Kyle took perch upon the split and tattered recliner. "We ... are doing well." replied Kyle to Jao's inquiry. "Can't you tell? We're just ... one ... big ... happy." A wide stretching smile grached thick lips as he tilted his head to one side. "Here to save the day holy man? We'll pass ... of course." His right elbow was planted upon the arm of his chair, his cheek laid upon the open palm. "No offense intended of course. But we GreeySeers' tend to do things ourselves. I hope you understand. You are of course, welcome to stay as long as you wish. There are many rooms here. Feel free to rest your head ... for a time." Lifting his head from his palm, that arm angled out, to join the opposite arm, and his hands came to gether to form a steeple.
kyle_greyseer* "I do not mean this as a threat Mr. Kheinmor. But I only ask that you keep to yourself, and not get in our way. We have much to do. This home, as dead as it seems to be, will be revitalized. And as such ... we can ill afford any interuptions. I do hope you understand." He reclined backward, large wings pushed out to the side, making him seem larger than life. He did know enough about the Kheinmors to know they were trouble, and most had a temper. But he wasn't worried either, reguardless of how close his weaopns were. One GreySeer against this very old and battle hardened Kheinmor? A death sentence of course. This one Kheinmor against these three siblings of Moon? A death sentence for the fair haired holy man.

Cassandra_GreySeer* Faith was watched from her position by the fire, only she peered through the black veil of her fringe, refusing to swipe it out of her way so she could see more clearly. She could see the look on Faith’s face. She could empathise for once with her little sister, she’d been there…she was there and it was through her own doing. Not one word sis she say to Faith, knowing well enough that she’d deal with it when the time was right. Her gaze shifting to Jao as he spoke and perhaps the faintest hint of a smile, a glance to the table that was again disregarded like so much else. Only her gaze lowered as he spoke of his family…gone. Perhaps that was what should have happened to all of them? Another life…gone. It was Kyle and his question that caused her to raise her head, the look of total and utter surprise on her face must have spoken volumes. Faith would have got a kick out of this one that was for sure. However, she merely offered a smile to Jao before she let rip-c-
Cassandra_GreySeer* ”I don’t give a fuck what your last slave died of Kyle…but if you want refreshments you can go get your own!” since when did she become the hired help? Refreshments her arse that was for damn well sure. She’d turn her head to Jao and offer with the faintest hint of anger “Excuse Kyle…he’s been home all of two minutes and thinks he rules the place” she paused a moment and took a deep breath before she went on “Like he said, you’re welcome to stay but I don’t think this place is going to be a hospitable place very soon” she knew well enough who was coming, they just didn’t know when. Her sights would settle upon Kyle now as she sat and made like Lord of the Manor. Was that the most Cass has said since she left Alex? Who the hell knew, who the hell cared. She was here for one reason and one reason alone. The sooner it was over…the better. –c-
Cassandra_GreySeer* So Kyle had come home and assumed an attitude…no…Cass didn’t give a fuck where it had come from but she was not the hired help. – She was right, the Castle was not a hospitable place at all, only anger, pain, bitterness and hatred lived here. Rather than glare at Kyle to gain another rise…she settled once more by the fire…at least the flame held warmth. More than she could say for her own family, perhaps Jao knew, perhaps he didn’t. It didn’t matter much any more. She was leaving and that was that. One less GreySeer to worry about.

[Samaena]

faith_greyseer: Her eyes would narrow as Jao spoke, all.. nice and shit. How irritating was that? Though his weapons were on the couch and he seemed quite at ease, non-threatening as all get out, Faith was quite tense. Her sword was upon her hip as always, the blade keen. Spouting off about how all he wanted to do was to 'get to know the family'. Who the fuck did that anymore? Was the GreySeer family so jaded as that? Damn right. And why? All because of one person, the Grand Patriarch. At least in Faiths eyes. She would glance at Kyle, and would catch those eyes. More tension sang through her frame. Time alone, they needed time alone. Alone so she could rant, rave, hit.. kiss. -c-
faith_greyseer: But not now. Indeed it seemed her brother, gone so long, was managing to try and take over as 'leader' quickly. What the fuck. Just because he had a dick? And then he was asking Cass.. CASS.. to get refreshments. Faith would blink, looking towards Cass, and she would simply wait. Oh man the shit was gunna FLY now. Oh gawd her face was hurting from trying not to smile.. but Kyle was still talking, and she found his words quite.. refreshing. Her Angel was not welcoming this man with open arms. Point for him. And Cass' retort back to Kyle at his 'request'..yup, that brought a choked laugh. Quickly surpressed but most definitley there. She sure as hell wasn't going to go get anything either. Besides, the kitchen was surely empty. -c-
faith_greyseer: Obviously Kyle had FORGOTTEN that no one had been here in ages. Dolt. Faith managed to remain silent however, because she had nothing to say as yet. She did however move, a hand placed upon the back of the couch, jumping easily over it to perch upon the back. Raven wings with their glorious rainbow hues trailing upon the floor behind her. An elbow would meet a knee as her chin was captured within a hand, shifting her glance between the three before her. Lingering on Kyle perhaps overly much. Let him take over. She had never been the brains of the family. She was the brawn, and liked it that way.

jao_kheinmor* "Well I don't know about renowned," he offered with an easy smile. "But I try my best," he offered, rather simply, a limp shrug offered to punctuate the truth of the remark. There was tension in the room, yet he wasn't put off by it. Though he did think that he would find some other way to occupy his time, and allow them to settle their affairs. After all he was an outsider. "I see, you all must have a lot to talk about, and deal with," he said, as he turned about and faced them. "But I'm grateful for your invitation," he said. The warning that was offered could have been taken as a threat. Alex or Eric might have egged Kyle on, or even snapped back with some retort. Jao however only offered a reassuring smile, and took it for what it was. A word of caution. "I will do what I can to stay out of everyone's way," he confessed, in all honesty. For what it was worth he was comfortable. The concept of an attack upon his part was non existent. He was aware of his surroundings as always. The position of each of them and their distance from him. That much had been bred into him through years of being a warrior. The quickest route to slay each one. One after the other, dead before the other could realize and react. That was how he had operated at one point in time. That had been a person he had left in the past however and even now, although he was aware of all that was around him.
jao_kheinmor* That blade was drawn up and his mind raced, and he felt suddenly pity, for the state of unrest within the family. He would not speak on it of course. Though as his hand slid the blade into the belt at his side, his mind did wander, and the internal struggle did once more begin. The second blade was grasped, this blade within an emerald sheathe, hard as well, the handle carved of ivory and shaped into the majestic effigy of a dragon. This blade was slid into place above the first, which was a more humble blade, with little to no decoration upon its black, bound handle. A step back was taken as he smiled at Kyle, then Cassandra and Faith. "Well, I'm sure whatever trouble there is, it'll sort out," he offered optimistically. It was unlikely, yet he did hope for the best. "I would however like to speak with your father, I hadn't heard much of him," he stated honestly. "There was a matter I thought he should be made aware of," he offered almost grimly. Instinctively his left hand ascended and settled upon the noble, ivory head of the dragon. A simple, humble pose, he was only casually speaking. He was ignorant as to what had actually occured, that Moon had faked his death, that Moon was even now gathering his wife and heading this way. Wonders would never cease.
jao_kheinmor* However the past was not easily forgotten. That was why his blades were not upon him. If they had been, his mind would have run wild with the scenes of what could happen. Especially in a situation this volatile. The GreySeer children seemed connected in a way. Cassandra's remark was heeded and he instantly saw why Alexander was attracted to her. She was most definately 'his kind of woman'. As for the man of the house, he offered a smile. Kyle cared, in his own way, he would not interject or take sides. Contrary to the belief of mose who had heard of him, he was indeed a man of God. He was not however a preacher. And so he turned his eyes towards the fire, and smiled lightly, at all that was occuring around him. A casual gesture to the sofa, would draw attention to a simple duffle bag. "I brought a few things, tea, and some bread, not the finest, but it's something," he offered, as he did this time make his way to the couch. Slowly his left hand descended and the first blade to be drawn up was a katana, bound within a hard, black oak scabbard.

kyle_greyseer* Kyle waited, as the outrage came from Cassandra, and he merely waited it out. However no amusement was held within Kyles' features, nor of anger. He remained perfectly calm, fingers steepled, dark blue eyes locked onto that of Cassandra's. So be it. The muscles along his jaw pumped fiercly, the only tell tale sign of his disappointment. "Fair enough Cassandra." Finally he let his gaze drift away from her, ever so slowly. "Thank you anyway." He even remained silent as she openly insulted him toward their guest Jao. But where ever Kyle was in question, be it when Cassandra was screaming at him, or when Jao was being explained the details of Kyles ... arrogance, or what ever you would wish to call it. He met their gaze. He had nothing to gain from battling with words. Finally, when she was finished, his dark azure eyes would fall upon Cassandra's eyes once more. Nothing was said, no narrowing of his eyes. No idle threats or promises made, just a long steady look. If looks could speak, it would have said something completely different than an argument, or words of defense. If anything, they would say: "If you don't wish to be here. Go. Stop wasting our time. We have no use for you child. If you refuse to grow up, then you have no right to be here." But he remained silent. Kyle was quite fed up, though his facial expressions remained as calm as could be. He leaned back into the recliner in which he sat, a slow creek in protest to his weight, the only thing that broke Kyle's silence. Finally a bit of Kyles reserve broke, as a long sigh escaped his lips.
kyle_greyseer* He closed his eyes letting his head drop only slightly as he he continued to rock within his chair. Wings fell down, as if a weight was put upon them. What did Moon do so differently? Sure his siblings hated him, but they respected him. His own past was a thorn in his side. Unfortuantely it couldn't be explained away with "I'm different now. I've grown and changed." It would only bring more questions, more concerns. He didn't need that, not now. And he didn't need this Kheinmor. He was an outsider. He wasn't family. What even made him think he was? Because one of his sisters fucked Jao's brother? But still ... it couldn't be any worse than the strangers these three siblings were. "My apologies." came a slow silver voice, directed at no one in particular. Eyes finally opened, and they were directed toward Jao, a hard even stare given. "Hmmm. How gracious our guest is." Was Jao that much of an idiot? As if things weren't bad enough, but to blatantly point out the guest, had more in his duffle bag, than they had in their pantries? Not that it was entirely his fault. He was sure Jao hadn't done it as a social no-no on purpose. It was Cassandra's fault, if anyone was to blame. He could well assume that their larder was empty. But a well? A nearby store? All he had asked was a little bit of effort. But no. She remained to be the child, an spiteful angry child. But that was fine, he'd ask nothing more of her. Hands were placed upon the arms of the chair, and he pushed himself up to stand.
kyle_greyseer* "Well then I suppose the least I could do, seeing as no one else will do it. Is take the time and venture to a well, or a creek of some sort. I'm sure our lands still support them at least. I will return when I've the proper elements required to boil some tea." And with that, he departed, post haste. His steps were hurried, he didn't want Faith to follow him. She would want to talk, or even attack him again. And though they did need to have a talk, a long one. Not now, not when there were so many things to be done. Kyle would take his time when he finally departed however, taking flight once the sky was in view. It wouldn't matter how far away a creek or some such was, his wings would carry him there shortly. The time, was to cleanse his mind, to sort his emotions. He'd need to calm himself.

Cassandra_GreySeer* Was she supposed to be ashamed? Kyle’s glare was met and she got the message loud and clear, in fact her lips curled so subtly to form that half smile. Yes…even she was only considered family when they wanted something. Perhaps she should have curbed her temper but…if she had, that would not have been the Cassandra everybody knew. She could have smiled so sweetly and trotted off to make non-existent tea. She could have done a lot of things but Kyle’s glare would not make her back down. If her own glare had words, she’d have said nothing more than ‘Fuck you’ and Faith knew it. – Jao was a guest in their home…and it was almost laughable. Tearing her gaze from Kyle, tossing back her head so raven hued strands of hair would fall into place down her back she merely smiled as she spoke. A tight and awkward smile. She’d have loved nothing more than to kick her brothers arse back to where he had come from but…there was one person stopping her…maybe two. Faith and Jao. –c-
Cassandra_GreySeer* The whole Family was a farce, it was a joke and she would be the first to laugh as she walked away. Once her business was dealt with. Silence reigned for the most part. Faith was unusually quiet but she had expected that. There were things that needed to be said and done. Perhaps they could make the house look nice for ‘Daddy Dearest’. Either way she waited till Kyle had said his piece and left. There was something different about her darling little brother, perhaps life had, had its way with him too, Either way she couldn’t afford to care. Not at this late stage in the game. She waited till Kyle was gone and Jao was all ready to explore the place before she spoke up. “Too much trouble” she and Faith could remember well enough when times were good. As far and few between as they were. However, she pushed herself from the wall by the fire and took steps toward the door. –c-
Cassandra_GreySeer* Gesturing the way out for Jao. “I think Moon will be back soon enough, you will get your chance to speak to him then” as vague as ever. Did she need to explain? “Maybe one of the guest rooms is still decent. I know Mother used to use Dust sheets” she could be hospitable if she needed to. No doubt Faith would go after Kyle anyway. “Have you seen Alex?” she had to ask. At least it was conversation to ease the tension if anything.

[Samaena]

faith_greyseer: Her mind began to wander, a long nail tapping at her cheek as her gaze traveled to the fire burning so merrily in the hearth. How long had it been since this place had held warmth? She could feel it upon her cold flesh, though that's as far as it went. She had not fed in a very long time.. then Jao was moving towards her and the couch, and she was moving too. With breathtaking speed she was leaping backwards off her perch, eyes widened a bit, hand upon the hilt of her own blade before she saw exactly what he was doing. Maybe if she -had- fed recently a blush would have washed over her cheeks at such a reaction. Paranoid much? Her shoulders would square, her chin lifting as wings ruffled whilst settling tight against her back. -c-
faith_greyseer: Attempting to gain composure once again, even as she watched Kyle stare at Cass.. hard. Interesting. Her brother wasn't quite the docile man he'd once been. It seemed his little absence had changed him a bit.. would she have time to figure him out before he disappeared again? Her eyes would narrow as she studied Kyle, trying to decipher as to why he was even trying to be the 'head' of the family. What was in it for him? And then Jao was mentioning Moon, and whatever composure she managed to hold was slipping. She was moving around the couch, mouth opening to begin speech, until she saw Kyle rising. Forgiving himself, and.. leaving. Quickly. -c-
faith_greyseer: She would blink, looking between the door and Jao, a slow breath gathered in. And Cass was being so damn calm. Well fuck that. " Wait just a fucking minute.." she was slipping around the edge of the couch, still looking between the door and Jao and now Cass as well, a complete look of utter frustration on her face. As usual Faith failed miserably in trying to remain all composed and calm. -c-
faith_greyseer: " Why the hell would you need to give a message to Moon? What the fuck does a Kheinmor have to do with dear old Dad at all? See, here I thought that -everyone- was under the impression he was dead. Now -us- as family, we can tell he'll be here. Eventually. I can feel the bastard crawling all over my skin. But you? What do you have to do with ANY of this shit?" She was moving towards Jao, her fists clenched. Bad mistake maybe, but Faith tended to react first and think later. It would surely be her demise some day..

jao_kheinmor* A deep breath was taken as he raised his eyes about. "All right, Kyle," he said, in a warm tone of voice. He was never the one to try to warm up to anyone, or to win them to his side. People were who they were and if they did not like him for who he was, then eventually he would make his way off of their lands. It was a shame however, somehow he felt compelled to be here. It was his incessant need to fix perhaps. An attempt at stabbing back at the past that he had lived. So much violence, so many horrors, committed by his own two hands. That was a life he had reptented for, yet at the same time he could never forget it. Nor could he lay down the blades that had nearly been stained crimson with so many foolish transgressions. He turned, round about as Kyle departed, and then smiled towards Cassandra. "Alex?" he inquired. "No, I've not heard from him in some time, though I did catch a letter, he said that you had gone to earth," he offered. Faith's jumpiness was not heeded. He had of course noted it, but he had not let his eyes focus upon her. That would only serve to perhaps increase her temper, and he didn't want that at all.
jao_kheinmor* Faith's appearance changed, the composure that had existed there had faded and he turned and his own smile dwindled faintly. What troubled her? It soon came forth and her approach came. The weight of his left hand remained upon the blade, however conciously it slid away from the handle. His poise was erect, and strong, yet at the same time it was hardly intimidating. Slowly the surface of his brow creased. "I was unaware... but if he's returning then I suppose there's more work," he paused, as more words came and she came dangerously close. The blood in his veins did not rush, the pace of his heart did not quicken. He was here as a family member, and he would not draw steel against any of the Greyseer's, nor would he seek to harm them. Questions did come, but he did not interject, he did not answer. When she asked him what he had to do with it, he did smile at her. The smile was endearing and honest. "You're my family, and I care," was all that he said, he leaned forward a bit. "Between you and me, I think Moon and I can learn something from one another," he offered in a quiet voice, a wink from his left eye as he turned away from her casually. His gaze fled towards the door, Kyle gone, Cassandra still linger. The smile did grow as he glanced over at Cassandra. "So are you going to try to nail Alexander down?" he inquired, putting Cassandra on the spot, in a friendly way of course. "He's a scoundrel, I've never known him to be with one woman for so very long," he admitted. Saying such a thing did go against the grain.

kyle_greyseer* Before truly venturing toward any creek or some such, he had taken the time to go 'round the manor, and enter from behind. Quickly, pots would be gathered into his arms, only to once more take flight toward a creek. It was there when he had left anyway. It might have been amusing, what bothered him on that flight toward the creek. Aside from the family disfunction going on that is. He could see his wings. He could see the white of his wings beating down with each might flap. They, and his hair, should have been black as night. But that would be revealed in time. He had been right in his quest to hide the changes however. He could see that now, and was quite thankful. Cassandra being ... Cassandra. And Faith was still Faith. It wasn't comforting. He loved them, he truly did. But they had to grow up. Maybe it -was- too much to ask for so quickly. Kyle had been gone after all, and he'd been ... a disgusting heap of useless when he'd departed. He was differen't now, couldn't they see that? Still, there was a reason for the urges from Kyle, to grow up and shed their skins and hatreds. Didn't they see the man their father was? Were they truly so infantile and ignorant? They'd be killed. Moon ... would -kill- them. As he finally came to the creek, he would come to a graceful dive, and land gingerly upon the soft grass. Leaning down, he dipped the large pot he had pilfered from the kitchen. It needed to be rinsed, as he had found it lying on the floor, so carelessly left there. Eyes closed as his wings shuttered quite litterally.
kyle_greyseer* How to make them understand, how to mold them into a family again. Of course Kyle had his reasons to hate Moon. He was quite sure, that all of the children of GreySeer had cause. Save for perhaps Hope. And now father returning. That was most deffinately not a good sigh. After so long having been gone, the reasons for his re-appearance would be dire. Unfortunately he surmised his father was just as stubborn as his children. He'd never admit it, but Moon was more like his children than he knew. He was as unwilling to change as his sisters were. He was just as willing to strike out and lash out at not getting what he wanted, as they were. Had Kyle been the only one to change? It couldn't be just because of his darker side now ... It couldn't have been. Kyle had many things to answer for, but he was here wasn't he? He was trying wasn't he? Well. Damn them all. He wasn't sure how he was going to manage any of this, but he'd give it his best attempt. His solemn oath on it. Unfortunately ... Kyle thought death was going to rear its ugly head.
kyle_greyseer* Something wicked this way comes, and none of them ... none, were prepared for it. Kyle shook these thoughts from his mind for the moment. Scooping up a hefty amount of water into the pot, and took off. He'd had enough time to clear his thoughts, and see things clear again. He would land and enter through the front door, as he had left, pot in tow. A brow was raised, as dark blue eyes took in the scene that played out before him. He left for one second, and Faith decided to be Faith ... Shoulders sagged as he took a step into the room. And that wasn't what truly annoyed him. But Cassandra being so open and hospitable. Why ... she was giving this Kheinmor more of a polite greeting than she had when Kyle had returned. Kyle had received an stand off-ish home coming. A pat on the shoulder, smart ass remarks. Anger truly bubbled up to the surface, dark sparks within the now twisted confines of his mind. And the most disturbing thing, was the smile that danced upon his think lips. His face a glimmer, as he tilted his head to one side. Ever so slowly, his right foot stepped forward, time almost dulled and slowed as he turned his smiling visage away from her. Fine. Finally things seemed to return to normal, and he turned his gaze toward Jao. "I see your getting more aquainted with that which are my sisters. It will be a moment, while I boil the water. Feel free to follow me to the kitchen, so we can speak." That last part was said, as his smile vanished from his features. He didn't wish to demand, but he had to have a few words with this Kheinmor. They had to have a ... chat, in the kitchen. And his sisters wouldn't be privvy to it.

Cassandra_GreySeer* Poor Faith, she really did feel for but she carried on as though nothing was amiss, she couldn’t afford to, they couldn’t afford too many questions either. It was best to offer what hospitality they had and smile through it all. It was Faith that made her cringe as she did what Faith did. Spouting off, far too much information laid out in the heat of her damn temper. Whether Jao caught it or not she closed her eyes in that ‘I don’t believe it’ manner and her lips pursed to save her spouting right back. Faith should have learned by now when to keep her fat mouth shut! A glance back to her baby sister to make sure she wasn’t going to do anything rash, a look of warning that said nothing more than “Shut the fuck UP!” Jao, even she knew was no threat here. So he had brought weapons. Didn’t all Kheinmor? Perhaps she knew better than most/ She lived with one….once upon a time. It all seemed so long ago now and she could only offer a weak smile as Jao jested. “We’ll see” her thought had her wonder if she’d live long enough to see her plans through. To call Alex as she had said she would when she was done –c-
Cassandra_GreySeer* She knew the dangers well enough but she was giving nothing away. Why should she. Faith was hell bent on her plans…which involved nothing less than seeing Moon…Daddy dear perish at her own hands. Kyle…who the fuck knew? It was him she’d look straight at now as he made his way back in. Her smile gone, the cold glare taking in that smile…however, she only sought to goad him that much more, stoke the fire, add that fuel. “Oooo So strong” It seemed she wouldn’t get the chance to have her own few words with Jao. It looked as though Kyle had taken the head of the house position and was suggesting they go for talks in the kitchen. Did she care enough to protest? There was one hidden gesture offered to Jao though as he may have turned to follow Kyles nod. Her arm closest to him, her hand would gently reach for his forearm…nothing more than a touch that said so much, or so little. Apologies, perhaps. Forgive then for they know not. –c-
Cassandra_GreySeer* Kyle knew nothing of her relationship with Alex and she preferred it stay that way. It was no one’s business but her own. “I’ll make up a room anyway” she muttered at Kyle as he passed her by. She wasn’t going anywhere…more was the pity. If he wanted to have words…he could damn well find his own way.

[Lillith]

He'd winked at her. This man who called them his family, had fucking..-winked- at her. She was speechless. Her mouth closed, opened, a finger pointed, damn well ready to spew something more out, but her jaw snapped shut again. Her finger dropped, and she didn't know what the hell to say at all. That just sucked. She had this sudden urge to stomp her foot, cross her arms, throw herself into one helluva pout. How retarded. With jaw clenched, those hues of emerald fire blazing bright in her frustration and anger she would glance at Cass, and catch the 'shut the fuck up' look. Her eyes would widen again, and oh yeah now she was pissed. Just what the HELL was going on here? Cass obvioulsy knew this Kheinmor better then she was willing to admit, and she hadn't shared shit with Faith. Gee, thanks a heap big sis. The sound of wings settled within her ears and she turned to see Kyle coming in again, shining so bright. Pot of water in his hands, and the look upon his face was definitley not something she was used to. But that smile, that glint within his beautiful eyes, that brought her to pause. The anger there, the darkness there.. so not the Kyle she had remembered. She was growing impatient, and just wanted Jao to leave. She needed time with Kyle to talk to him alone. No sense asking Cass what the hell her plans were. Faith was very aware Cass would not be forthcoming. Secretive hag. But it seemed both her siblings had other plans. Kyle wanted to play Man of the House without sharing -why-? Fine. Cass wanted to pretend she was all Little Miss Susie Sweetness? Fine. Faith would have nothing to do with it. And she sure as hell wouldn't 'shut up' like Cass wanted her to. " Yeah.. well fine. You know what, we have our own family shit we need to deal with, and you both are going to just be all sweetness and hospitality to this guy when we have a fucking battle to be ready for? All of you, being all cryptic and shit. Well FUCK THAT! You guys want to have tea and biscuits and pretend like things are peachy gahdamn keen you go right ahead. He's coming back, and we all know what that -means-. I for one want to be ready. I'll be in my fucking room if anyone gives a shit." With that, a toss of ebon curls from the defient look upon her lovely if pale face, she would turn and stomp up the stairs. Yes stomp. She'd get her pout in somehow. At the door to her room she would glance back down at Kyle, and maybe he would see the look in her eyes. The pleading, the need. Maybe not. With a final snort the door would slam hard in her wake, she herself leaning against it inside, her eyes squeezed shut. Willing herself not to cry. Kyle had said.. "we're better then this.." Maybe he was right. But at the moment Faith wasn't feeling better about anything. All she knew was that things were being hidden from her, somehow, someway. The GreySeer family hadn't been like this once upon a time. They'd shared everything. Look at them now. Well, she'd have nothing to do with all the secrets. Faith had remained very much open about how she felt, and the task she felt she needed to do. She was prepared to die, and it seemed no one wanted to hear her goodbyes..

[John]

A wink, that was all it had taken to freeze Faith in her tracks and he had almost known it would have worked. She was a creature of violence, anger and possibly even hatred. Jao however had been gifted, with patience and love. They just didn't understand. Cassandra, Kyle, Faith, they had no idea how deeply he loved each of them, though he truly knew them now. It was not his place to judge them, to scold them or to demean them. It was his place to aid them in all that he could, to support them in the decisions of their life, and to be there. Why was it such a horrible thing for someone to love without conditions. She was angered, at his rebuttal and he did however see that such a thing was coming. When his gaze ventured back to wards the door, both of his emerald eyes fell upon Kyle. The smile upon his face widened, just as the ax finally fell. As he knew it would. Already a myriad of things entered his mind, when the man spoke. Faith's words were heard.

-A Battle?- With who? -With Moon?-

A part of him ages ago would have never stood to believe that a man would come home to face his own children with such wrath as to strike fear, or hatred in their hearts. However Jao was a man who had seen many things, and he did not put anything past anyone anymore. It was a shame, and his desire to remain was even more adamant. When Kyle passed him by to enter the kitchen, and Faith stormed up the stairs, he turned his gaze to wards Cassandra. Both of his emerald eyes focused upon her face. A nod of his head was offered, as if to tell her that he was here to stay.

A deep breath was taken and he turned in a sway of platinum blonde locks, as he trailed softly after Kyle and entered the quiet sanctity of the large kitchen. The door swayed open and then shut behind him in a soft sweep. He raised his head, and smiled at Kyle comfortably. Jao would not be so audacious as to assume what Kyle had to offer. However he was sure that he had a few ideas. Not once however did he believe that this man was coming to him for aid. No, there was far too much pride within the family.

Was it something bad? To a degree it was. They felt so strongly of their own pride, that the extended hand of another would be slapped away, or bitten off violently, rather than grasped out of necessity. They would all rather burn and turn to dust, than to accept the aid of another and humble themselves. It was surprising.

They were so much like Kheinmore's that it was frightening. No, he could not be disappointed, or appalled by these people, nor would he look down upon them. He was here, he meant to speak with Moon, and he would do so. Regardless of what the intentions were between children and father, his business with Moon was personal. It was however a matter of priority, he would be kind enough for Moon to deal with his orders, and he would be patient enough for Kyle, Faith, and Cassandra to deal with their father in their own way. Then when the dust settled, perhaps his matters would be known.

However the thought within his mind still surfaced. A battle? Did Moon truly mean to return home to shed blood? Was that even a possibility. Couldn't he feel it? The nauseating tension that resonated from the three he had recently been near. Kyle, what of him? What part did he play, he seemed to have his head on straight, yet the pride was still present. He was fighting for something and he was struggling against so much. The burden upon this man's shoulders was great and he could empathize, and even sympathize. Did it justify the actions however, that may occur upon Moon's arrival? What actions would they be on Kyle's part. Suddenly Jao was grieved within his heart, and he sagged softly, as his left hand ascended to rest upon the ivory, dragon-headed handle of his katana. Both of his eyes fell to the ground. Before Kyle could begin speaking, he smiled faintly.

"If this is indeed the calm before the storm, what will the weather bring?" he inquired, in rhetoric, as he raised his head and focused his eyes upon Kyle's face.

Kyle did not like him, he knew this. However in spite of such, his gaze was adamant. 'I'm here to aid you friend' was what his gaze said, and there was honesty, sincerity, and integrity in those eyes. It was more true than Kyle could ever imagine.

"What's on your mind Kyle, and please, call me Jao, mister..." he paused and shrugged. "I suppose it makes me feel old."

[Richimal]

Kyle GreySeer

Deep blue eyes watched as his sister Faith departed, anger hurrying her steps. His eyes softened as he watched her go, and as she met his gaze, he did his best to put some sort of emotion in his gaze. "Patience Faith. Please." Was what his eyes attempted to portray. He diverted his gaze toward Cass, as Faith vanished into her room. With Cass; his lips turned down into a frown. Kyle was very glad that his anger had fled him so quickly. After all, he might be much darker than he had been when he had last departed ... but he still loved his sisters, so very dearly. "Please," stated the sadness in his eyes. "please cooperate. For all our sakes." Well ... that what he wanted his look to tell her. But he was new at this. Didn't they see how hard it was for him to try and 'take over', be the man of the house? He wasn't doing it for his own gains or agenda. He was doing it, because neither of them had the conviction to do it themselves. Someone had to try and hold the siblings together. Moon certainly wasn't going to. He abhorred his sired children fervently. Even their beloved mother, was too lost within her love for Moon. And honestly, because of his change, because of his transformation both physically and mentally ... he couldn't blame them. Not one hundred percent in any case. All of their children had been immature and selfish. They had been too busy in their own lives to pay any heed to what really mattered; The whole of the Family GreySeer. But he saw that now. And he so desperately wanted to rectify the failures of their past. All he needed was for them to understand that. But in that brief time, the brief glances he'd given to Faith and Cassandra, he prayed at least some of what he had wanted got through. For now ... he had the stranger to deal with.

Jao, was taken into consideration as they entered into the kitchen. Kyle said nothing as he paused for a moment, dark blue eyes falling his length. There would be a long moment of silence, at least on Kyle's part. Kyle's silence never faltered, even when Jao began to speak. He didn't cut him off, he didn't raise a finger to interject. And he didn't even scowl, sneer, nor any other such ignorant gesture was given. Kyle turned away, as Jao spoke of the storm they all knew was coming. And it brought an almost painted smile to his lips. He said nothing at first however, as he placed the pot of water upon the stove to boil. He promptly lit a small fire beneath it, and waited for it to boil. They would have some time to speak, well before the water would do so. He closed his eyes, as he organized his thoughts into a coherent pattern. Striving for the words in which Jao would understand.

"Storm brings change. Renewal. Believe it or not ..." He let loose a sigh, wishing his next few words weren't so unfortunately true. ", but the change is needed."

He walked away from the pot, and took a few steps to the exit of the kitchen. He would lean heavily into the wooden frame, crossing his arms over a wide chest. He wasn't looking directly at Jao, instead looking out over the living room, where the fire burned so violently. It spat flames and exhaled smoke in great waves, lifting up into the large chimney. It was almost symbolic as to what was coming. Old faults and failures were going to be burned away, so something new could grow in its place. He only prayed he and his sisters weren't the ones to burn. But the main reason he wasn't looking at Jao, and instead gazed into the living room, was to make sure Cassandra was minding her business. If she stayed away, and Kyle knew she remained outside of hearing distance, he would continue, keeping his gaze locked onto the goings on within the living room.

"Jao it is then. My apologies." He said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

"Jao. I can understand why you're here. Or at least, I can make a fair assumption as to why you're here. I've heard enough about you to know you're a good man. A better soul than any this house has to offer, I can assure you. And having said as much, I'm honored that you care enough about a family that isn't even related to you by blood, to give a shit. I am not truly the man of this house I would have to admit. Although I am trying, for my sisters sake. And as I so desperately hope you heed my words, and respect our wishes ... if you decide to do as you wish," he paused taking a moment to gaze over his shoulder at Jao.

His eyes once again spoke, in their quiet knowing way. "'Much like most Kheinmors do." is what he tried to portray. It wasn't a compliment, or made to be amusing. It was if anything ... an insult. He had no right to be a stubborn Kheinmor in this house. No Dragon found its purchase upon any standard about this great home. This was GreySeer business. It was -their- great ancestral home. Not his. His eyes pleaded for him not to be stubborn and 'greater than thou art'. Maybe he could help them, even save them. And although many would say it merely pride that wished Jao to retreat to his own business ... Thankfully, it was not. The children of GreySeer had always failed and struggled to do things on their own. They had always needed to rely on some other great hand delving into the proceedings and either fixing things, or making things worse. It had always been Moon, who had stepped in, time and time again, to re-arrange and sort. Regardless of what his children wanted. Well it was time the younger blood of GreySeer stepped it up a notch. It was time to gain back their honor and courage. It was time for all of them to take some responsibility for themselves. Or at least ... this was the way Kyle saw it.

", then I suppose you shall do simply that; do as you wish." He returned his gaze back toward the living room.

"But know this. It will always be seen as an insult. I do not know my sisters half as well as I should. But I do not believe Faith will ever forgive you. I know that I shall not. Cass has always been an enigma to say the least. So you might be safe there. And although I might assume your not a man who strives for thanks for a job well done, you may accept that burden of hate ... but ..." Finally he turned to bear his heavy gaze upon Jao.

"But if there is any truth to your words. And you truly love this family. Then you will leave us. For better or for worse. You will leave us to our affairs."

Kyle would let Jao think over his words. And perhaps Kyle had no impact upon Jao. But he had done his best. And as he had said before, for better or for worse, this was what Kyle wanted. They -needed- to do things on their own. Or they'd never be able to feel proud. But honestly, whether Jao would spit his words back into his face, regardless of how sugar coated they may be, he wouldn't listen to them. Kyle had given his two cents on the issue. Let Jao take it or leave it.

Kyle left the kitchen, hoping Jao would look after the tea of his own accord. It had been his offer after all. He needed to see Faith. Maybe he would have a talk with Cassandra later. But he guessed not. She was being far too stubborn and .... 'Cass' ... to have any kind of mature conversation. But Faith ... maybe she would listen to him. Maybe he could talk some sense into her, get her to listen. But he'd have to make amends first. He would have to explain certain things. He would have to regain her trust ... and that would be no easy task. He walked slowly, building himself up for the meeting. As he came to her door, he laid an open palm upon the surface of it. He took a few deep breaths, eyes closed. Finally, he closed his hand and laid his knuckle into the door a few times, giving a small knock.

"Faith? Can I come in? We need to talk ......"

[John]

In silence Jao watched Kyle migrate to wards the stove, where the pot was set to boil. There were indeed a myriad of things running through his mind at the moment, however he was not going to jump to conclusions. He was here for one reason and one reason alone. He had words to share with Moon, for better or worse he had to speak to the man. It was important, but who was it important to. It was easy to say that his presence here was justified, that he was part of this family through whatever marital technicality would allow such a thing. It was easy to say that he was here on behalf of the GreySeer children, for the sake of Kyle, Cassandra and Faith. All of those things were partially true, but the real issue was being dodged. He was here for himself.

Jao was not a perfect man, he knew that something was brewing, and even he had the sense to realize that this time around whatever issue was to be had within this family might be one that the whole clan may not recover from. He had indeed come to speak to Moon, but even that conversation was for himself. Now that he knew that Moon was returning and that the children were in distress, it only suited him more to stay. For what reason? To try to endear himself to a family that wanted nothing to do with himself. To somehow salvage some sort of relationship from a gathering of people who could care less about him?

Jao was a selfless man at times but even as Kyle spoke he did realize that he was here for other reasons, than for the sake of merely speaking to Moon. He needed a family and he wasn't going to find it here, not by trying to sweep in and save the day. Was it even possible for him to do that? Kyle's words brought him to a point of revelation and he offered a nod of his head, as he turned his emerald eyes back to wards the pots upon the stove.

"I see," was all that he could reply with.

A moment of silence passed as he took in a deep breath, and tapped at the handle of his blade thoughtfully. What more was there? Would he truly allow his pride to step in? To remain here and insult their honor? Whose pride in this situation was greater, his own, or Kyle's? Did it even matter at that point? He was a man who strove to be humble, and he had in no great way, been asked to step out of the situation, close his eyes and walk away. It was indeed a serious dilemma, and for once in a long while he was lost, as to what to say.

"Yes, storms bring change, it would be ashame to not be able to see the change," he offered with a forlorn smile.

With those words spoken, Jao would slide by him and begin to make his way to wards the door. His heart was heavy with grief, but he kept his head held high. Not out of pride, but out of respect for those around him.

"Until next we meet Kyle," he stated, hoping that there would be a next time indeed.

[Lillith]

Though she stood now upon the balcony jutting from her room, gazing up at the moonlit sky, the night breeze ruffling her wings, washing strands of ebon curls against her tear-streaked face, she heard the footsteps ascending the stairs. Did her heart stop beating the moment she held her breath, hoping that the knock would come upon the door? Then the knock did come, Kyle's voice murmuring through the portal. Her head would hang, a breath hitching in as she worked in vain surely to wipe away the fact she had been crying from her face. She was tired, so very tired. But she couldn't be, not now. Not now with Moon returning, and surely with a vengeance. Well, he could be as angry as he wanted, she'd have her say, and more if she could help it.

With another long breath in that did nothing really to make her feel better, or any stronger, she made her way back into her room, easing herself down in front of the fireplace, now barren of bright warmth giving flame. She was so cold..

" Come in.." her voice low, but she new Kyle would hear it. Yes, they needed to talk. About so many things. A thought went to Cass, and she felt a deep pang. Kyle had returned. Her own Angel, the twin of her heart and soul had come back. But what of Hope? Would Cass' twin ever return? Would Cass once again feel the undying love that her Angel could bring? Faith knew her older sister was so very unreachable now, but she also wasn't stupid. Faith knew Cass was hurting, it's just that Cass was better skilled at hiding her emotions, or whatever emotions were left. Faith tried to play the game, but always tended to fail.

Raven wings wrapped about her, staring into the dark open pit of the hearth, and waited for Kyle to enter. Waited to see what he had to say. Waited.. to wrap her arms around him and cry her heart out.

[Samaena]

For all intent and purpose, Cassandra could have felt as though her nose had been pushed out of joint. Faith would have known otherwise but Kyle? She had done as she had said she would and the room was ready for Jao had he been granted the invitation to stay. Though as she stood atop the stair to the left, full view of the lower halls she simply held onto the rail and watched, and listened as the tail end of Kyle and Jao’s conversation drifted and echoed up to her.

Had her heart sank as she realised Jao was leaving? The heaviest of sighs well enough hidden…would Jao really leave? The thought he’d linger perhaps upon the grounds somewhere, but that was her thought. She wished she could have told Kyle to eat shit and die but there was far too much respect and love for that…they were here for a reason, and that reason was not to fight amongst themselves. Their goal was common in so many different ways.
She’d have liked to have been able to speak to Jao, to at least pass on a message to Alex…and if she had thought Jao would really leave then she might have made a greater effort. Though she had been wrong before, so badly wrong so many times.

She watched from her place upon the upper balcony and watched Kao head to the door. It wasn’t until she saw Kyle heading for the stair, she backed away to the shadow. Oh yes…the little ones had each other again, it was high time. Perhaps Kyle would be able to ease Faith’s troubled mind…maybe he’d even save the day?
The smirk accompanying her thought was something Kyle would not see…as she came to the top stair she merely turned away and marched way down the hall. If he cared to look all he’d see was her back, she would not turn back to see but she heard the knock upon Faith’s door. One single nod to herself and perhaps the shadow of a smile so fleetingly passed.

Soon enough she’d be passing through the door at the end of the hall, making her way up the winding stair of the tower. She didn’t want to be cooped up in a room somewhere in the place she could only refer to as home. Such an oppressive place, full of memories and lives long since past. She’d find her place upon the crenulations and she’d wait for the storm to come. What else was there to do? Run? Leave it all behind and forget she ever had a family? Is that what Mother and Moon had done? No…Mother was gone wasn’t she. The trinket she kept in her back pocket was reached for and the small band of gold was toyed with between her finger and thumb. She’d never known Mother to be without and now…Now it was placed back in her pocket, perhaps she’d return it sometime.

All there was to do now was wait and wish she was somewhere else. With someone else.