A simple chat takes too long. “I don’t like to drag things out too much.” She admitted, settling both hands on her hips. Now that the female was totally sober and mostly in the right frame of mind, Martzia was free to begin her pitch. Well, it was more of a peace offering. “Are you going to come back in at any point today you silly old fool!?” Cerys persisted, having clearly got over the fact that she had just insulted herself for no good reason.
"…I have a friend such as yours with an equally big mouth. I believe they’re of the same kind too." So now she drops it out there. On the night of the party, Martzia had witnessed the blonde’s friend and her wolfy behaviour. It was much akin to the way Elle acts, so it didn’t take long to figure out. It always helps with her being the more tactical and strategically minded one of the gang too. "Well, me and my friends don’t like him either. I thought you’d be a valuable contact of ours, since you’re both in and out of his little circle."
Cerys’ barking from within the house made her want to just come back in and throw.. Well, something at her. It’s really hard to remain at an incognito status when you’re living with someone this loud. If there was a silver-lining, it’s that she doesn’t swear like a sailor. Much. Sharply whistling, the wolf will soon get tackled by the stranger she’s been itching to see. At least that will keep her distracted, though for how long is uncertain, given her attention span.
"Huh. Interesting. I doubt that she can beat this one when it comes to talking. Makes me curse our improved hearing sometimes." Perhaps she is more trustworthy now, since the stranger is also harbouring a werewolf in her circle. But she was still wary, no one will touch her.. guest, as long as she’s still around. "I’ll consider the offer. If I accept, what is it exactly that you’ll have me do?"
"That’s quite alright." She nodded, adding a small warming smile at the corners of her dead lips. This female obviously had no idea as to who she was and didn’t trust her in the slightest. It was nice to know that she was cautious and not too welcoming to strangers. She’s doing well so far. "I can see you don’t trust me and that a simple chat isn’t on the cards… I suppose I better get down to business then." Martzia tucked her hands behind her back, interlocking her fingers so they were laced together.
"I ain’t a loon! Come say that to my face you blonde bimbo!" The lycantrophe barked, now having gone back to swinging from the stair bannister. "Oh.. Wait. I’m blonde too.." She muttered, expression suggestion she was more than confused. "Your friend is quite the character from what I can hear." The brunette chuckled, smile still firmly staying put. "Ah yes, back to the matter at hand. You’re not awfully keen on Marcel, am I right?"
A simple chat would be nice. "To the point, huh. Good." She wouldn’t mind talking so casually, actually, just that she might start rambling and who would want to listen to the troubles of a six hundred year old vampire? Maybe Cerys, but.. Lilynette shook her head to clear the settling thoughts, her smile drifting away, and so did her usually focused gaze. This one is quite polite, although even that she didn’t just take for granted. But if that’s how she really is, she’s doing well getting on the good side of the unstable leech.
"You shouldn’t believe in what you hear so easily." The vampire retorted sharply to Cerys’ defence. People may already know there’s a werewolf around? Sure, the lycan always attracts attention with that annoying loud-ass mouth, but the blonde has made sure at all times that there would be no hints of her nature revealed. If people know, then people will die. "Correct. He runs the place well - For vampires, anyway. But I don’t like him."
"Don’t get yourself down, you’ll always have meeeeee~!" As if that would reassure her. The blonde gave a small chuckle, retreating as the door was opened and into her roomie’s room. "What colour dildo did you want again?" The lycan called down the stairs, just to embarrass her dear friend Lily. She’s gonna kill me. “…I personally prefer the pink one.” She continued, though her tone trailed off at at the end - as if she was actually going into deep thought about the matter.
"…Hello." Martzia finally greeted, her brows creasing slightly at what she heard from the other guest. "I’m unsure if you remember me or not, but I am Martzia Andreozzi, we met some time ago at a party if I recall correctly. I thought to pay you a visit, to catch up and what not.” That wasn’t too far from the truth, she wouldn’t mind catching up though the real reason for her visit was because she wanted to ally with the female, considering she wasn’t totally under Marcel’s influence.
"I apologize for my visit being late. We weren’t all blessed with daylight rings." Well, you could have been if you got along with Mark. The vampire gave a brief shrug of the shoulders, grinning at the background noise of Cerys comparing sex toys’ size and pleasure measure.
"Sorry, dear. I don’t tend to remember names, especially if it’s people I meet at parties." This better not be someone I bedded before. People usually get the idea once they’re kicked out in the morning, but she can’t help but think that. What else is it really that she goes out for, besides alcohol and blood? It certainly isn’t socializing. She stepped out and closed the door behind her, to silence someone’s uncomfortable interference, and because she wasn’t too keen on letting someone in so easily.”
Twisting the handle gently, it clicked shut. “My apologies for that. I live with a lunatic.” The vampire calmly stated as if that has grown to be a normality in her life now. It really hasn’t, but there’s no point making a big deal out of it. And she didn’t know who this is yet, exactly. No matter who it is, Cerys is off limits. She reckoned the lycan would feel special if she was told that in words.
Reputation isn’t something Martzia is entirely bothered about, she’d much rather go about her business in the shadows instead of stick out like a sore thumb on a cold night. She was the tactical one of the bunch and so hated being known around their area. Being well known and having a large reputation is risky and only fools such as Jeremy would care about it. That was how I saw it anyway.
"My god, you actually have friends coming to visit?!" A sarcastic tone bellowed through the house, blonde head hanging through the stair bars. "….It’s a vampire. Just sayin’, love." She cooed, rolling around on the floor in order to reach a blind spot in which she could see but not be seen. The commotion inside left Martzia grinning by the door, adding a small shake of the head. So, she has a wolf on hand, or maybe a witch. How dangerous.
"Open the door dear, I can hear you behind it." The brunette spoke out - tone as calm and cool as ever. Taking a step back with the grin still staying firmly put on the corners of her lips, Martzia waited patiently, intrigued as to what reaction she would get since the female seemed to have more company than first thought.
"I don’t have friends." Dismissed the blonde rather quickly, like the whole notion of her having friends is ludicrous, not to mention absurd. Rolling her eyes at the heads up, she would have been able to tell sooner or later anyway. While she couldn’t detect scent like the wolves, this is her home and only the liger can let in those that are just like her. Mind your own business, these could be daywalkers sent to look for werewolves.
Well, while she wasn’t exactly the easiest to get along with, she did worry about her guest’s wellbeing. She liked her too, she just wasn’t keen on showing either concern or affection. Don’t want to let her head get bigger now, and she still has to build up her confidence for something like that. Hearing the rather cheeky call from beyond the entrance, the vampire sighed and opened it, just halfway so that she can shut it easily should she not like the surprise just ahead.
Jade optics basked in the view of the stranger, expression not looking the least bit impressed, although she quickly put up a smile, as to not make the atmosphere so instantly awkward.. “Hello there.” Lilynette greeted, waving briefly.
It was night, the only time vampires that weren’t blessed with daylight rings were allowed to be out and about, for obvious reasons. Having a tendency for turning up at people’s doors whenever she pleased, Martzia was on the prowl - stalking her way to a female’s house. This female was Lilynette, if I recall correctly.. and she was an acquaintance of sorts - having first been seen in the exclusive vampire club of the New Orleans region.
Perhaps you’d think me a creep, going to someone’s house that I barely knew. Martzia cared not for how she was seen by others, she only cared for the gaining of ally’s at this dull time. Waltzing confidently along the barely lit up streets of New Orleans, iridescent sapphire eyes wandered the many trails of the humans - watching where they were and had been.
Now, which one was it. She asked herself, finally stopping in her tracks in order to stare at the houses in front of her. The largest and most secluded, she guessed, would likely be the one she was looking for. Well, such old vampires did enjoy the finer things to life. Heaving a long sigh from her dead lungs, the female disappeared in a blur of speed, screeching to a halt by the door in question.
Reputation wasn’t exactly something she wanted, or something she has in the first place, as far as being in New Orleans is concerned anyway. It was something that is avoided, just like making friends, although recently, a wolf that nearly bit her ass to the other side managed to win her over - Somewhat. A knock on her door is sure to be unexpected, visitors only come by when they are invited beforehand.
With her sharp hearing, she already heard an arrival outside her door, although she didn’t open it yet. Placing a mark in between the pages, she closed the book, a soft little growl coming from her beast of a companion. “Easy, Keritzel.” The vampire stroked the liger’s lower jaw, kissing its nose. The only thing she can be affectionate with in the house was an animal hybrid, it must really frustrate the teasing Cerys. She might take it a step further and get something that speaks for the sake of seeing a reaction.
Patting the head of the beast, Lilynette sauntered over to the door, placing a hand against the wall as she waited for a knock. Let’s hope I don’t have to kill you, whoever it might me. She muttered to herself, exhaling even though unneeded.
"I did fancy once. It was terrible." Feed the dead sarcastic pony, Cerys. Feed it. The blonde gave a shrug of her shoulders. Mmmm-hmmm.. She hummed in somewhat of a condescending manner. “I know I am, love. S’how I got so far in life.” So far in life. That was a lie, all she does is eat sleep rave repeat. Oh, leaving out the seemingly endlessly painful werewolf transformations and murders, of course. “I’m not pressuring you, you ass. Well then don’t moan at me and go all awkward! I gave ya’ a chance to take it back and you refused so….. Dance?”
Psh. Could have snapped your neck for chasing me. She simply thought to herself, not wanting to be too mean after being shown kindness. With the suggestion of dance again coming up, she cleared her throat, looking about uncomfortably. “Let’s.. Not do that again. Maybe drink?” Lilynette didn’t want to contradict, she did offer to do what the lycan wanted, but the wolf did end up right on this one. She liked her space and preferred not to get so close again, though she reckoned that dancing is not the worst things she can do to make the vampire uncomfortable.