Anastasia rises shortly after the Sun sets, stretching with eyes closed as she savors the feel of her cool body. She slips out of the bed she’d spent all day in as images from her past flash across her mind’s eye. Her face contorted into a mask of pain, rage and borrow as her shoulders shake and her lips pull back into a fearsome snarl. She fights an old battle long ago hard won as she fights her way back into the

present. A roar rips from her as she tears herself from her memories, blinking back blood tears as her breathing goes from fast and ragged to slow, deep an even. Smirking she mutters wryly, “welcome to another day where you’re nothing but kibble, sire of mine.” Then she shudders, gets dressed and goes to explore the Asylum casually.

<Fiona> is hanging around the Asylum’s front steps, reading a book.

⋠Cian⋡ pops out of Obfuscate sitting in a windowsill a few feet in front of Anastasia about two hours or so into her exploring. “Sup?” His foot dangles from the window, low enough that had she continued walking he probably could have kicked her in the head. Indeed he had seriously considered it.

<Fiona> looks up at wherever Cian’s sitting. “Continuing to do the same old crap, dumbshit?”

⋠Cian⋡ sticks his tongue out at Fiona. “Never gets old, Fi. Just like your surly attitude.”

<Fiona> glowers at him. “Go fuck yourself.”

<Fiona> for the record is a stocky or muscled woman of 5’6 with dark hair and one eye that’s slit like a cat’s. She’s currently wearing a tanktop, cargo shorts and boots.

⋠Cian⋡ winks at her. “Why don’t you come up here and do it for me Fi?”

<Fiona> glares. “Don’t tempt me. Because I will.”

⋠Cian⋡ waggles his eyebrows at Fiona. “That so? Cause Chrys told me something very interesting the other night about ways the blood can be put to use…”

<Fiona> turns into an eagle and flies up to the windowsill Cian’s at.

<Fiona[Eagle]> hits him in the face with a wing.

⋠Cian⋡ laughs and swats at the bird. “Cheater!”

<Fiona[Eagle]> pecks at his face, not using her talons yet.

⋠Cian⋡ growls slightly and waves his arm at her. “Get off you barmy bird!”

<Fiona[Eagle]> looks as grumpy as an eagle can, pecking at Cian before settling on the windowsill.

⋠Cian⋡ chuckles then reaches over and scratches the top of Fiona’s head.

<Fiona[Eagle]> pecks at his finger, looking annoyed.

⋠Cian⋡ flicks the eagle on its beak. “Don’t act like you don’t like it, jerkwad.” He then goes back to scratching.

<Fiona> pecks him harder in response, shifting back.

<Fiona> “That’s because I fucking don’t, dumbshit.”

<Fiona[Eagle]> pecks him harder in response, shifting back.*

⋠Cian⋡ punches her in the arm, hard by mortal standards but nothing to the two Cainites. “Ah whatever. You’re no fun.”

<Fiona> punches him back. “Go fucking cry about it to someone who cares.

⋠Cian⋡ grins and shakes his head. “You’re the one that came up here.”

<Fiona> glowers at him.

⋠Cian⋡ gestures at the windowsill. “This is my domain. The Realm of Cian.” He squints at her in a mockery of seriousness.

<Fiona> stands and shoves him back inside.

⋠Cian⋡ rolls down the wall and just barely lands on his feet. “Shitting fuck! I’ve been deposed!”

<Fiona> shoved him inside, not off the windowsill to the ground below.

<Fiona> sits back down. “Deal with it, dumbshit.”

⋠Cian⋡ sticks his tongue out at her then leans against the wall. “How long you been a Cainite, Fi?”

<Fiona> grabs it, or tries to. “Few years. Why do you care?”

⋠Cian⋡ sucks it back in before she can snatch it and shrugs. “No real reason. Just curious.”

<Fiona> “Stay that way.

Anastasia had spaced out staring at the way moonlight made dust motes dance in the air against a backdrop of the Asylumn’s crackled walls. So she missed Cian’s sudden appearance and his banter with the stocky Eagle-woman. It was the sound of Cian’s laughter and epithet that drew her out of her reverie smiling sheepishly. “Wow, Cian, some birds just can’t seem to get enough of you,” says the artfully made up and

intricately coiffured avante garde Goth chick dressed in studded leather and tightly bound corset.

<Fiona> eyes Anastasia. “Who the fuck are you?”

Anastasia doesn’t let shock or surprise register on her face as the eagle speaks to her. “I is me, of course. But feel free to call me Anastasia, most do,” she says to the bird of prey giving her the eye. Her voice has an enchanting, almost hypnotic quality when she speaks in rich, expressive tones. ((Enchanting Voice Merit))

<Fiona> is human now, not an eagle.

⋠Cian⋡ grins at Anastasia and strikes a pose. “This sexiness is just too much for most to handle.”

<Fiona> “No shit. I’m Fiona. And this one’s Dumbshit.”

Anastasia nods at Fiona, casting an assessing gaze over her in a way that was just on this side of the line of respectful. “Oh, so we should refer to Dumbshit as Shrek then?” She asks with a playful kind of bitchiness in her voice.

<Fiona> “If you want to, go ahead.”

⋠Cian⋡ sighs and shakes his head. “Classy as fucking always Fi.” He smirks at them both and scratches his scars. “So you took a hardcore trip to la la land there Anastasia. The fuck was that about?”

<Fiona> elbows him in the side of the head. “I told you not to fucking call me that, Dumbshit.”

⋠Cian⋡ rubs his head. “Ow. And I ignored you. Like always. It’s our thing.”

<Fiona> “No, it’s not. Stop fucking call me that.”

<Fiona> calling*

Anastasia laughs and waves Cian’s question away. “Nothing important, just a fit of inspiration,” She quips then says to Fiona, “you’re an inch away from being called Fifi, should he keep that up.”

<Fiona> glowers at Anastasia at that.

<Fiona> “Don’t fucking give him ideas.”

⋠Cian⋡ whispers in a voice that is clearly meant to be loud enough for Fiona to hear. “I already call her that behind her back. Shhhh.”

<Fiona> grabs his chin and hits him in the face.

⋠Cian⋡ reels back a few steps, holding his face. “Ah fuck me that one stings. Yep…that’s a broken nose.” He pulls his hand away and licks that blood off of his hand before shoving his nose back in place, yelping in pain as he does. “Still worth it. Anyways! You stoked for the hunt, Anastasia?”

Nodding ‘yes’ vehemently, Anastasia can’t help but chuckle at young ‘love’ on display. “It was my second thought upon waking. By the way, is there an Armory somewhere about? It could be fun to turn this into something truly entertaining. Also, with magic off the table, good old fashion chainsaws and billy clubs could be the way to go,” she offers up gamely

⋠Cian⋡ grins and a sadistic light gleams in his eyes. “Yeah I’m pretty sure we’ve got some good shit stashed away around here somewhere. Might wanna clear it with Zaluut first though…since we are doing this shit in his personal domain and all.”