WC : 470 | Tags : @Ezekiel @Sia

This was unusual for them, usually they didn't go searching for people or anyone, though being like they were, Étaoin preferred to have a selective group of people that knew about them and befriended them, everyone else were just acquaintances, even the ones that were in the same guild as them, like the fellow that they were keeping company on the search. Glancing at the young stranger, even though they didn’t technically know this guy, they were in the same guild, and agreed to help him in his quest on finding this cursed person he spoke about. As the two of them ventured closer to the tomb, their own purple gaze glanced over the landscape around the tomb, it was dead, which made sense, after all it was a tomb. The silence was kind of killing Étaoin, and they had to break it but weren't sure how to do that without possibly making it more awkward that it already was.

Nodding, they stepped through the doors after the man, before mumbling to themselves. “It’s pretty dead here…” Slipping their hands into their pockets of their cloak more, as they shuffled around the room taking in the area cautiously. When he spoke up once more, Étaoin turned towards him and nodded. Their guard was already up, from this man alone, but they had to act like they already knew him. “Right uh...?” They totally did not forget his name, quickly skimming their brain, Éta nervously chuckled before clearing their throat. “...Ezekiel. Sorry.” They were doing a fantastic job at lying and pretending that they knew Ezekiel better than what they did. If only that was true, and that Étaoin would in fact remember.

Lowering their gaze away, towards the tomb before them, as they stayed silent as the whole awakening happened, though considering that this was their first time seeing any of this transpire, Éta blinked owlishly at the guildmate they thought was actually human, who turned out to be a vampire instead? “Was not expecting that…” Again muttering to themselves, as they watched the runes fade into nothingness, and the small wooden casket was revealed.

Glancing at Ezekiel, they piped up, questioning more about the child that he was looking for, whilst the man opened the casket and Étaoin found their curiosity getting the best of them as they stepped closer towards the area. “How… Young is this person?” Peeking over the edge of the wooden case, Étaoin blanked even more seeing the small pale body of the lady. 'Oh. Pretty young.' Nodding, they were on guard even more, because Ezekiel had said that this child might still be powerful no matter how long she had been sleeping for, but Étaoin also figured that maybe she would be confused and nothing bad would impact on this little conquest of Ezekiel’s.

WC : 613 | Tags : @Ezekiel @Sia

Glancing towards Ezekiel when he mentioned the lady’s age, nodding quietly. That was old but like they would say this out loud. It was still young, probably in the terms of their race, but being human like Étaoin was, a hundred or so years of age was quite ancient to say the least. Turning back to the girl, noticing that Ezekiel had bowed to the one before them, Étaoin lowered their head in a small sign of respect, as they would in the country they were birthed in, well according to their little brother that is what they would do anyway. “Pleasure to meet you.” Raising their head, their purple eyes scanned the room quickly once more, as the other two began talking again, though when the gaze landed on them as quickly as it left, Éta took a step back at the shivers that shot down their spine.

They weren’t scared, no it was a different feeling, something that they had been familiar with as a child but refused to allow it’s haunting tendrils return and spread the panic that would most definitely rear it’s face if they allowed this to go on. “Excuse me?” Just like a flick of a switch, Étaoin’s expression darkened, along with their language like it always did when they were pissed off. Trapped in a tomb for however many centuries was not going to get this girl out of the situation that she had just created for herself by assuming that Étaoin was female. “How would you like it, if I assumed you were just crossdressing before being locked up?” They had been trying their hardest to understand and dismiss this god awful trait that was bestowed on them in an act of idiocy as a child. “I am not fem—!”

About to rant on more, Étaoin paused, when the words had left the vampire’s mouth. He was right on the correct pronouns, they were not male, and they were not female, they were just Étaoin. Blinking at him, just to lower their gaze albeit embarrassed, but also a small thankful though they still huffed out irritated scoff, folding their arms across their chest, because even if Ezekiel may have corrected the lady, Étaoin still believed it did not give the women the right to assume who or what they were. Éta decided that they would try to calm down, but Étaoin still wanted an apology from the witch.

Keeping quiet once more as Ezekiel began to negotiate of some sort with the witch, after all Étaoin was only really here to back Ezekiel up in case things got a little out of hand, but if he handled this well, maybe it would not result to violence. The guild wasn’t really a forceful guild, they still gave freedom, but you still had to help the guild when they were in need. Oh also needed to be able to keep secrets apparently, considering it wasn’t really in the laws good books. “Basically. Don’t be a bitch, and we won’t put ya back in the ditch we found yer in.” The scowl still laced their lips, they weren’t going to be too kind to the women, after all the female's first words about them was a request to eat them. “Maybe share her a little, she’d be helpful in other places too right?” Glancing at Ezekiel, Étaoin tilted their head in questioning about it, before a slightly mischievous grin on their face now. “Don’t be so greedy, Mr Vampire.” They weren’t going to get in the way of the vampires' plans, but it would be best to share the witch and not hog her to himself.

WC : 640 | Tags : @Ezekiel @Sia

With each word that left the women’s mouth, Étaoin’s mood dampened more and more, to the point where they were tempted to just leave both of them and exit the tomb, to wait outside. Each word was like a small scar reopening, from when they first was taken by that stupid man who brought them up. Taking another step back once the witch stepped forward, letting out a low growl, a warning, too much had been torn open already just from the pet names and mis-gendering alone, now this person had the nerve to flirt with them too? Everything else was one thing, but if there was something that Étaoin hated the most, it was flirtatious people. Nodding a little at Ezekiel as he agreed to share the witch, although with the way the lady was acting towards Étaoin, they were bound to avoid the pale elf until the end of their days.

“I’m not in need of her, but the others will probably want to see her.” Keeping an eye on Sia, as they glanced towards their vampiric guildmate after explaining what they technically meant by sharing the witch. As if the warning wasn’t enough, the witch had the nerve to try and pet them! Slapping her hand away, they were reaching their boiling point with this woman. “Back off already. I am in no need of a person like you, and I am not yer goddamn pet!” Snapping at the lady Étaoin soon removed themselves from the group and more towards the entrance of the tomb, shoving their hands into their pockets, staying in the more dimly lit areas.

Groaning at the rhymes and melodies that were beginning to leave the vampires mouth, Étaoin shook their head and scoffed at the both of them. A small sneer spread across their face, at the lady’s request for them to be kind, maybe Ezekiel would be nice to her, but it was now going to take a dance like more, that a small plea for Étaoin to join that little tea party session. Though they had also noticed the little fox fiend run along with orders from Sia, Étaoin was currently too wound up to care for the creature, considering how many buttons the lady had pushed in such a small amount of time spent in this tomb with the both. Scrunching their nose a little in disgust, when the vampire once again drew blood to help the newly awoken elven lady, unhinge the chains that bound the witch.


It brought forth a question that Étaoin wondered from how the two both craved over the liquid that was the life force of a person. “I don't understand how you both… How can crave and just live of it..." Still keeping their distance through the whole process, pausing as they remembered how they felt about having to digest blood and shuddered at the thought. 'Ingesting something so… metallic… so impaired?' Yet maybe their reasoning was like how Étaoin’s was. How Étaoin loved to let the source of someone's life run free. How they would watch the sharp edges of the blade with glee, as the red liquid would bubble and caress the skin, with freedom at the reins. Étaoin continued to question the two before them. "Something that could be riddled with disease, and better yet could end one's existence with ease?” Cursing quietly to themselves when they realised that the last question rhymed perfectly, it made them want to throw up.

Sia was probably giddy with this single question. Tearing their gaze away from the duo, Étaoin silenced themselves, to prevent any form of rhyming or melodic chimes from happening again, whilst waiting for an answer from either, and Ezekiel to finish whatever he was doing with the witch, the quicker they could escape Sia, the better for their mentality.

WC : 550 | Tags : @Ezekiel @Sia

Glaring at the white haired witch, Étaoin snarled even more, as she began with the riddles and rhymes once again, the constant pet names, and now it felt like they were being treated as a child by this woman. The ever growing feeling that was overtaking their being grew more and it was getting to the boiling point, that Étaoin was going to lose control of themselves, their had only been one or two times they had lost control of the bubbling darkness that clenched around their soul, even since they were a child, it didn’t have a name and that man never told them what it could be, except to allow it to continue manifesting inside.

Though it was not until Ezekiel had spoken to them in Caelese of all languages that Étaoin froze and stared at their guildmate in slight shock. The only person who spoke to them in Caelese was Azure, and it spooked Étaoin at the fact that now of all times this vampire decided to use their most common form of language. “I didn’t know you spoke Caelese…” It was quietly said, and it had them backing down, and pushing themselves more into the shadows mostly out of, not fear but respect maybe? Their purple gaze wary, whilst keeping a lock on the two blood enthusiasts. “I am no good with Fiorian… Learned so little… As a child.” Étaoin did not know what it was, or why, but they would write it up as a form of respect, this man was much more knowledgeable than what Étaoin was, and that in it’s own right deserved respect.

Humming softly, Étaoin shook their head at their guildmates' words. This man was mistaken if he thought that Étaoin had never tasted human blood before. They have, during one of their blackouts when the thing inside of them got too loud, and they couldn’t control it. The metallic taste, too bittersweet for their taste buds, that is why it was confusing for the young mage to understand what was so fascinating about the taste of blood. They liked how it looked, when it was being drawn from a person, whether through needles or the slice of a blade, or just a hit from one’s physical attack, though just willingly or having to inconveniently drink the substance that is what confused them the most. “You are mista-” It once again muttered quietly, just to instantly be cut off at the change in Ezekiel's demeanour.

The flinch that rippled through their body from the sudden movement of the man, began to somewhat unintentionally overwhelm Étaoin and it came to quite a shock for the younger Sentinel, themselves. Purple eyes widened, as they stood their frozen, not daring to move, yet not understanding a thing being said, but the tone itself. Though demanding, the voice had a slight calm lilt to it, yet oozing with a higher authority and superiority. It was definitely something that Étaoin refused to dangle their feet into, they had dealt with enough superior figures in their lifetime, to last multiple life times, Ezekiel was not another one to add to that list, and neither was dare they say, the disastrous child, Sia. Étaoin began to lowly question if helping this man was the right thing to do.

WC : 475 | Tags : @Ezekiel @Sia

Making a grim face at the women's retaliation to their guildmates confrontation, also somewhat irritated them. How was she not scared, Étaoin wouldn’t be that afraid but he wasn’t humane, then again neither was this bratty witch. As she rattled on and on with her irritating rhythmic words, Étaoin let out a small growl of disgust at some of Sia’s words, and turned away again from the interaction not wanting anything to do with that lady, though when Ezekiel called out to them, purple glanced back over in that direction. A small subtle shiver ran over Étaoin’s nerves, when their eyes locked with Ezekiel’s for those couple of seconds. The colour of the vampire's eyes, putting them on edge, honestly Étaoin didn’t need to be told twice.

Their thoughts trailed off, whilst Ezekiel did his thing, to how they have always hated the colour red, and yet how they would always seem to come across people who preferred the colour red. Masami liked the colour as far as they knew, plus the boy was a fire mage. Then there was Priscilla and her fiery red hair, but she seemed nice enough. Now Ezekiel, although he probably had no control over it, the gaze sort of had them on edge. There was also the fact that they were double marked with two red brands, first the results from him and the second their guild mark on their back.

Turning around on the pivot of their foot, Étaoin showed them their back, in hopes to give the two of them some privacy, muttering a quiet, “Whatever.” Shrugging with an irritated sigh as they finished their sentence with a quiet. “Be quick about it.” Although Étaoin figured he probably didn’t care about that very much, it was just polite, and after all Ezekiel had given them permission to choose whether to look away or not.

When it was all over, Étaoin glanced back towards them and held back their disgust a little, before clearing their throat quietly. “Welcome to the club.” With as little enthusiasm as possible, and in a very sarcastic way, Étaoin did some kind of excited jazz hands, just to roll their eyes and shove their hands back into their pockets, glancing towards Ezekiel. “Now let's go drag this bit- I mean Lady, to meet good ol’ leader Konnie.” The bordem lacing their expression, telling their guildmate how much they would love to have this event end now, and remove themselves from Sia's line of vision. “Also don't ask, I don’t know where the nickname came from.” Huffing a laugh out of them at the sudden nickname for their leader, Étaoin shook their head before any questions rose at the name. “I don’t know where it came from before any of you ask.” It was muttered, before they gestured to the exit of the tomb.