bloody, battered and scared

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T’lynx’tri appeared in the restroom of the club. He knew that if Katrina found out he popped in she would be enraged in ways that would make most vampires quake. But right now he needed to get a Glamour fix, he was in a bad way right now, so it couldn’t be helped. He normally would not have even came here but this was the first place that he could think of that had huge amounts of bodies that spouted glamour. He could just sit back and suckle until his strength returned. At least that is the plan, but all good plans…

He cringed a bit as he thought about that. He pooled what little resources that he could to dim his aura to normal levels. He walked briskly to the nearest open table and began to feast, while keeping an eye out for any who would attack or in this case kill him. right now if any was to confront him he did not like his chances. His shield was nearly as strong as wet toilet paper due to his own personal glamour being so low. His other hand was just as limp. He was still bruised so he knew he was weak, but at least the bullet wounds were closed.

Yes now would be a great time to keep an eye out for anyone who would want to confront him. he ordered a drink so he could blend in, hopefully no one will call attention to him.

[kitty]

Katrina was sitting anonimusly amoung the crowd she didn't dress out landish if a long sleaved fitted scoup necked shirts could count with a pair of long slacks. The shirt was a dark red almost black. Her hair fell straight almost to her waist her bangs curled around her chin as she watched the crowd as she moved through un noticed because she wasn't dressed in the outlandish garments of the master.

She spotted T'lynxtri as he approached a table and she frown only slightly something was wrong even she knew that from here. She approached the table with a soft smile on her face.

"Exscuse me Sir. But would you please follow me. Your not in trouble. the Mistress would simply like you in a different area."

She offered her hand knowing full well he may or may not recognize her. "Please Ty just come with me"

She made sure the next act was already coing onto the stage so that attention would be drawn away from them.

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T’lynx’tri did not bother to look up. He hoped that perhaps Katrina was having him moved to a different location out of the public eye. T’lynx’tri continued to absorb as much glamour as he could without causing harm to changing the tempo within the club.

“If she thinks that would be best.” He mumbled to himself.

He scanned the room as he walked with the woman who was sent to fetch him and hide him away from the prying eyes of the club go’ers. He just hoped he could still touch the glamour from where ever she is sending him.

“Can you tell me where she is having me moved to?” He asked the young woman that was leading him. Hopefully she would be able to tell him something that would help.

He could not see her face from this angle so he decided to guess what she would look like. “What type of woman would Katrina hire?” he thought to himself. He wondered would she lead him to the VIP area or the kitchen.

[Tempus]

Tempus normally did his best to maintain a human seeming. He ordinarily moved with no more grace than the average clod footed work a day slob. He kept the glamour about him to a the briefest smattering. just enough to blend in and dim that about him which made him Arcadian. He even measured his words and turned phrases of everyday parlance. Now however was not an ordinary event. His brother the only family he considered true was weakened presumably hurt. He did not take the time to attest whether the woundings were mortal or not he flew to his side. He'd been at his brothers safe house hidden amongst the castoffs of society. T'lynxtri's abode was all that could be asked of such a spartan soul. The walls were unadorned the bed barely serviceable lay on its boxspring in the corner of the studio floor. The lock would have given him issue had he not leeched away its structural integrity. The wards hung about the place were as strong as he had expected and even now he knew that his brother was failing. Their strength all but used. Standing in the center of the apartment he inhaled not only his physical scent but the very essence of his being. Here in this solitary cell his brother plotted planned and executed what he thought best. Here his essence was at its strongest. Clinging to the bits of him that hung about the air Tempus had moved into the bathroom Standing before the mirror he spoke his brothers name willing him into existence.As the call fell on deaf ears he pricked his hand smearing precious bits of his vitae over the mirror. He spoke and metaphysically yelled his brothers name pouring enough glamour into the void to awaken the Fir-Bolg themselves.
His brother yet lived but the connection between them was faint. He could feel his brother taking flight. he could almost see the frosty ground. Closing his eyes he pushed himself through as the whiteout flash of his brothers soul screamed out tearing a hole in the thin walls of reality. Such magics riding the back of one another caused innumerable backlashes but Tempus held fast appearing in the bathroom of the vampires club. He shuddered to think what he would do had they harmed his brother. His eyes swirled their true colors as he slipped the glasses down over them. Stalking out he moved as he was an Arcadian noble by birth a warrior by trade and a caring brother above them all. His anger rolled off him in waves alerting even the most oblivious amongst this herd of sheep that a wolf was amongst the fold. Moving to his brother in lockstep as silent as a whisper in the dark he began looking him over. No visible wounds yet he was draining enough glamour from the gathering that Tempus was surprised that neither Kenyon or Sorcha showed to put a stop to it. His brother wasn't fading though his aura held that similar faintness to it. By all that was held sacred he would find the cause of his brothers condition and those responsible would pay not only in kind but thrice more again over the remainder of their short lives. He didn't know what was happening but he trusted T'lynxtri to tell him once they reached wherever they were headed.

[kitty]

Katrina Looped an arm about T'lynxtri's waist and guided him into the back stage area. She knew from the backstage area he would be out of sight and thus out of mind of the more mundane people but that he could still reach what he needed she knew from experience that this was battle injury related to iron she remembered Anton clearly reacting the same way when he was shot.

"She is merely having you brought back stage for your own safety. That and she would like to not draw any more attention to you then you already have drawn. In short she is trying to help you in teh ways she can. "

Katrina did not notice Tempus she was busy focusing on Tlynxtri.

[Tempus]

At Katrina's approach Tempus shielded himself from her vision. It was an egregious act against another arcadian but as she was merely a vampire his actions were well with the parameters of the Fae. Sliding from the lockstep of his brother he eased into her shadow his hand staid only because she appeared to be offering aid to his brother. The moment that any of her necrotic predations presented themselves she would have enjoyed her last moon rise. Her sudden care for his brother was highly unusual for the vampires master of the city. Her actions seemed more of those done by Esme than a vampire who'd had words against them. While the act was a good one Tempus waited for the other shoe to drop. He knew T'lynxtri had his charms but he doubted that his dear brother had suddenly had an effect on her. She was up to some depredation he didn't care what at the moment. T'lynxtri's tale would be heard then plans would be carried out.

[kitty]

Katrina did not look like herself the simple clothes as well as the straightened hair. No flamboyant make up to distract the eye. She looked nothing like the Master of the city right now.

She settled Ty down onto a couch in the back stage area. She did have a soft spot for the arcadians she always did. She was a monster she knew full well what she was. She knew better then anyone what she was. She still missed certain pieces of herself, those pieces though lived with Anton now though he wasn't her Anton she did what she could.

"Take what you need Ty there are three more sets to this group and then the headliner will go on. The crowd will be twice as dense and should give you what you need."

With that she turned from where she left him walked up to one of the back stage security gaurds and had them set back stage offlimits a refund would be made to the individuals who held backstage passes as well as a new set of passes for the next show. this afforded Tlynxtri the privacy he would need.

She looked back and hoped that he would be fine he was out of danger for now she provided what help she could. She moved the position of the security gaurd so that he wouldnt be affected vamp or no it didnt matter she didn't mind the patrons just on the otherside of the wall providing for him in this way no one would be the wiser.

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T’lynx’tri felt the arm and the hand of the unknown woman reach around him. Her flesh actually touched his body due to his weakness. He could not feel her pulse, but even if she was a vampire he was not in any shape to defend himself against anyone. She guided him to the couch. He tried to help her help him her. Her strength was greater than he had thought that was good because he was feeling even more light-headed than normal. He felt as if he was about to fall over, before she caught him and gently set him upon the couch.

Without meaning to T’lynx’tri weakly voiced his thanks “Thank you princess.” It was nearly a whisper, if his vision was steady. He may have clearly seen her face. Even in his delirium he made a mental note to find who this person was and thank her when he was stronger.

“What is your name.” he asked the woman so that it would be easier to find her later. Hopefully she would answer so that he would have something to go on.

[kitty]

She walked back to him adjusted him into a more comfortable position on the couch. "Ty, were I to give you a name. A debt would be owed. No names no debts. Accept this and don't pursue it after this. The mistress is showing a rare kindness afforded to those who knew her as human not as the monster she has become."

She sat next to him her voice very quiet. "The mistress knows keenly what it is she has lost. More then anything there are parts to her that she longs for to have back. This is a minor moment she is affording herself in helping you this way. She can't do more if she were to do so it would cost her more then the price you are paying now. She knows what it is for your kind to suffer injury and what caused the weakness that grasps you now. She can make it so you can heal give you what you need. But She can't be seen as helping you this way."

"No names. No knowledge. Just Get better Ty."

With that Katrina in her very tamed down disguise left him there on the couch she knew that the brother's shared something Tempus would be there soon enough to assist Ty and though she thought Tempus hated her. He didn't need to see her do this for either of them. Ty was injured didn't know who it was that helped him merely that it was a vampire. And though he would likely seek her out she would deny this ever happened between them.

She retreated to her office where the outlandish costume of the evening resided. She looked it over truely not feeling the drive to be a puppet performing tonight. She smiled as she started to apply the make up it wasn't a real smile it was the mask. Even she wasn't allowed her own thoughts anymore. She was a consumate actress she played her part to the nines and left them begging after each performance.

She sighed as she strapped herself into the laytex and steel of her next costume pinstiped laytex suit with a corsetted Jacket she looked like an old style mobster. The black with the white striping. Her hair was curlled and coifed spike heels that added inches to her height. She added the sleek couture to her voice she used to annoucne the next act. With the suit shined The mask applied she was ready for the night to begin.

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T’lynx’tri listened to the woman. He smiled inside his pain wracked form.
“For the Mistress to afford me this kindness she cannot be a true monster, she must do monstrous things from time to time and yet so do we all.”
He lay on the couch and gorged on the Glamour that clung to him like taffy. It had taken hours but he was finally strong enough to stand and leave under his own power. It was truly a beautiful thing that Katrina did for him. He wished that he could show his gratitude for her kindness. He grabbed a few napkins, while even in his own point of view it wasn’t much, it allowed him to say what could not be shared between the two. He twisted and folded the napkins, slowly they took shape, by his will they took form. The two became one rose, infusing it with just a sliver of Glamour to impart a scent or what it appeared. it would retain the smell indefinitely the smell of a newly plucked rose fresh from the garden.
T’lynx’tri marveled at how the last time he did this it held a darker meaning. Everything seems to hold a different meaning as he interacted with people. Where before his interactions were to ferry souls away from their coils. While that was easier, he did not have as many social mistakes, he also did not gain anything either.