<Isabelle> would lead the way inside, checking her phone as Ramirez texts again … she glances at Nepthys once at the door. “I would appreciate if this place was kept a secret, as well … it is not, there are those who have been invited here, including vampires – but Ramirez knows his handiwork. Nothing will hear it, physical or spiritual.” ::She leads the way to the room that Ramirez

indicated and will offer the Shifter a seat, after closing the door, then move to join her::

<Nephthys> Sighs slightly. “What I’m going to tell you is going to reveal one of the secrets of my people that is not to ever be shared.” She says looking stright in Isabelle’s eyes “If someone were to learn all three secrets, then they would put all of my people at risk. This is called a Yava.” She waits to see Isabelle’s reaction to this.

“You mentioned that it would doom both yourself and your people if vampires learned of this. I assumed that you were being particulary careful simply with the race responsible for the curse upon your people.” ::Isabelle considers everything that the Shifter has said carefully:: “These secrets are … pardon the cartoon comparison, but it is the simplest description … like your kryptonite?

Such is their severity?”

<Isabelle> “You mentioned that it would doom both yourself and your people if vampires learned of this. I assumed that you were being particulary careful simply with the race responsible for the curse upon your people.” ::Isabelle considers everything that the Shifter has said carefully:: “These secrets are … pardon the cartoon comparison, but it is the simplest description … like

your kryptonite? Such is their severity?”

<Nephthys> nods “And by simply speaking any of them to an outsider I am committing the greatest betrayal of my people I can possibly commit. This is the degree of trust I’m placing in your hands, with the expectation that either you or this Ramirez can help me and my people.”

Nephthys narrows her eyes, and attempts to shift to Sokto to emphisise her point

<Nephthys> grows about six inches, but her arms and legs lengthen another six, her eyes and teeth become catlike, disturbingly somewhat inhuman. “Do you understand?” she asks.

<Isabelle> looks on with a facinated expression, then shakes herself out of the delight and awe of her first meeting with a full shifter … and tilts her head, studying Nepthys for a moment, before nodding. “If that was meant to intimidate … I once spent years in perpetual fear of someone else. You will find that I am no longer easily frightened. And it is unnecessary to secure my

promise; I saw the tears in your eyes when you thought that you had said too much. I will not betray your trust.”

<Nepthys> smiled “If i had meant to intimidate, I’d be in my war-form.” She says extending her claws a little “No, this is just theatrics.” She stays in this form and looks at suzy with now bright green feline eyes. “When Set defeated the alliance of the Cult of Isis, the Silent Striders, and the Bastet his cruelty knew no bounds.-

He stole Isis’ soul to keep her away from her Husband Osirus… He banished the guardians of Egypt to wander the earth for eternity away from their homeland… And he cursed the Bubasti-Bastet. My people. The seekers of knowledge. If a generation of us leave egypt, we will be the final generation of Bubasti.”

Nephthys winced expecting the spirits to strike her down then-and-there but then sighs in relief when it doesn’t happen. Thanks to Ramirez’ spell.

<Isabelle> mulled it over. -That- Set? He was supposed to be an ancient Egyptian god … as were Isis and Osirus. A chill ran down her spine as she first caught a glimpse of the immensity of the task ahead, the magnitude of it. How much power would it take to undo a spell like that? More than they had in this Chantry. More, perhaps, than any gathering of Mages had, outside of the Tradition

Council itself. But she wasn’t supposed to be breaking it, she reminded herself; she was only supposed to gather information that might lead to a way to break it. “Cruel indeed,” ::Isabelle remarks softly:: “This is not Tremere work. Blood magick, certainly, but not Tremere, not if it dates back to ancient Egypt. I did not know any vampires but them knew how to twist Magick so. It is a

considerably strong clue; I would have been looking in the altogether wrong direction otherwise.” ::she gazes steadily at Nepthys:: “I am making repentance for past wrongs, and you have entrusted me with something of such enormous significance that I am … more than honored. I am humbled. so I will undertake this task, and it may take ten years – or it may take rest of my natural life,

to find information that would be concretely helpful to you. But I would ask a pact. I join you equally in your search, for however long it takes, and you and I, we are comrades, sisters in arms. If I require your help, you will come when asked, unless doing so violates much older and stronger vows. I will, of course, promise the same.”

<Nephthys> Smiles and closes her eyes, a single tear of joy streams down her cheek. “Give me your hand, Isabelle of the Mages.” She says softly and assuming that Isabelle does so, Nephthys takes a claw and gently, without breaking the skin begins tracing a patten on Isabelle’s arm, and once traced she pulls out a pen “This would be better tattoo’d but I do not think we need to go that far, unless you’d like.”

She writes out in the language of the Bastet, translating as she does so. “This is Isabelle, speaker of names, friend to the Bubasti and friend of Nephthys, seeker of the Bubasti. She is to be treated as her adoptive sister for all time. If she harms the Bastet, then Nephthys shall pay for her misdeeds.”

::Isabelle did not hesistate in offering her hand, watching with silent awe and facination. She had not worried, not even after seeing the claw. When she learns, instead, that Nepthtys is giving her a gift … and what a gift, with the acceptance of penance for Isabelle’s misdeeds … her breath catches. She did not know how to repay that. She had wanted to help Nepthys because the

Shifter had needed it, had been brought to tears, because she had trusted her with a secret that could eradicate her kind. She was an inquisitive nature; a specific purpose for seeking information would be no hardship for her. She had not expected … this. Tears brim in her own eyes, and for a moment she has no words. None. When the gift of speech returns, she reaches for her purse,

bringing out a knife. Nepthys, hopefully, would not be alarmed with all this … and Isabelle makes no move towards the Bubasti. Instead, she neatly carves her hand in a thin red line, enough to bring enough blood for three drops, no more, and let’s them fall to the wrong as she fixes her gaze on Nepthys:: “I call on the Mother, on Sharith, she who reside within me, on my ancestors all

the way down to the Wyck, to witness this promise, and judge me as an oathbreaker should be judged, should I ever betray my vow. I swear upon my hope for Awakening, to ever hold Nepthys of the Bubasti as my kin and sister; her cause is my own, as my cause is hers.” ::she slips from her seat and moves to embrace Nepthys, kissing both her cheeks while doing so::

<Isabelle> ::Isabelle did not hesistate in offering her hand, watching with silent awe and facination. She had not worried, not even after seeing the claw. When she learns, instead, that Nepthtys is giving her a gift … and what a gift, with the acceptance of penance for Isabelle’s misdeeds … her breath catches. She did not know how to repay that. She had wanted to help Nepthys because

the Shifter had needed it, had been brought to tears, because she had trusted her with a secret that could eradicate her kind. She was an inquisitive nature; a specific purpose for seeking information would be no hardship for her. She had not expected … this. Tears brim in her own eyes, and for a moment she has no words. None. When the gift of speech returns, she reaches for her purse,

bringing out a knife. Nepthys, hopefully, would not be alarmed with all this … and Isabelle makes no move towards the Bubasti. Instead, she neatly carves her hand in a thin red line, enough to bring enough blood for three drops, no more, and let’s them fall to the wrong as she fixes her gaze on Nepthys:: “I call on the Mother, on Sharith, she who reside within me, on my ancestors all

the way down to the Wyck, to witness this promise, and judge me as an oathbreaker should be judged, should I ever betray my vow. I swear upon my hope for Awakening, to ever hold Nepthys of the Bubasti as my kin and sister; her cause is my own, as my cause is hers.” ::she slips from her seat and moves to embrace Nepthys, kissing both her cheeks while doing so::

<Nepthys> embraced her new sister kissing both cheeks as well and holding her close “And I call upon the Mother, the creator and Mistress of all Cats, Bast herself to witness also.” She says softly holding Isabelle close and tight. “And together we will find answers in this place, far from Khem.” she says softly She refuses to let go for a long time-

When she finally does, she runs a claw along her own finger pouring her own three drops of blood to mix with Isabelles. “And thus I call you, Sister. Feline in heart, if not in body.”