| The chase of the ice Tera | 1x1 RP.

[Sweet Josiephine]

She growled loudly as she heard his voice outside, ripping off her shirt as she stepped into the shower, turning on the cold water. She sat down under it on her knees, letting it touch her wounds. She whimpered, obviously quite badly hurt. Shaiith moved her hand making the water move after it, it moving like a small snake or a tail in the air with her fingers. The room became colder and colder with the seconds, the water hitting the floor freezing around her. she did all she could to reach the point where the room were as cold as she could heal. She let out another whimper, thinking of the man outside the door. Who was he really, why did he even care? He probably was with them, it was probably Terance who sended him out.
Maybe they tricked her to go talking to him. Hatered rose in her chest as she moved the water over her legs, making it freeze.
Frost now covering the walls, the floor around her covered with ice.

[Xeethe Ingram]

He closed the book as he heard the shower going, he quirked a brow, Tera or no she was testing him and his patience. His right eye twitched for a minute while his brow dropped into a dark and menacing frown for a split moment. He took a deep sigh, he almost crossed the line for a minute yet the situation as complex. There was no need to complicate it even more. He reached into his pocket while he began to feel the wall behind him grow colder and colder, the girl had no care to being discovered now it seemed. But now he understood why she would be chased. Either by humans wanting to profit from her existence or even her own, perhaps this would be a new thrill to satisfy his cravings for a bit. If he could talk the foolish girl over of course. His eyes moved slowly towards the door knob while he gently tapped it with his finger, cold as pure ice, his brow narrowed once more. The girl was now destroying his abode and this would simply not be allowed, with a twisted smirk on his lips the man raised his leg and kicked the door right beside the door knob. Breaking it apart as he knew the humidity of the ice in the wood would make it weaker, and the metal would simply give in and reveal the irate male standing behind. He pulled from his pocket a silver box as his eyes quickly found hers and stared into them with a cold menacing glare, his right brow quirked high into a grotesque expression of anger. "I did told you not to test my patience didn't I, sir?" He spoke in a dark raspy tone, his eyes seemed different, they looked golden. Something was off about him, his posture, the tone to his voice, his body language. The man looked menacing, giving off a sense of power and confidence that wasn't there before. He opened the silver box and pulled out a cigarette and his lighter, placing the cig between his lips he flicked his lighter and set it aflame. Inhaling deeply as he flicked the lighter once more and killed the flame before placing it back in the box and it into his pocket. He reached up to his lips and grabbed the cigarette, his raised his head lightly, his expression neutral and cold now as he spoke once more. "I can understand now why you would be chased, but it doesn't help your situation if you anger those who try to give you a hand now is it?" He let out with poison to his every word as his eyes moved around his bathroom for a moment, noticing the clothes had been ripped off her and all the damage done by the ice to his home. Turning back to her as he brought the cigarettes back to his lips and inhaled deeply before snapping it in half and tossing it onto the icy floor. "I guess I can replace your clothes, but I warn you. I care not what or who you are, you are welcome to stay and hide about but I suggest you not to cross me or you will have more to worry about, and you know what they say about wandering into a den of wolves. Well, guess who's the wolf in this den?" He let out in a tone as cold as the room itself before he turned to his room and walked towards his armoir, going through his clothes as he mumbled under his breath in a rather manic and hateful fashion...

[Sweet Josiephine]

As she heard the door break open she looked towards the man stepping inside wide eyed. She didn't say a word, just listening and taking it in. She thought it was fun tough, how he really didnt know much more about teras now when he acctually figured out what she were. She could remove all the ice before he even could blink but her legs were in to much pain. As soon as he turned and stepped out she did, moving her hand over the floor, not caring if she were finished healed or not. It all was gone in the matter of seconds, she stood up, shakingly stepping over to the door frame looking after him, seeing as he stepped away. "Well, if you weren't such a idiot just watching as that freaking brew just melted my skin like it did maybe I wouldn't have to behave like this. Maybe you should take a freaking look before shouting at me!", she growled after him, working hard to be able to stand up straight. And it was true, even though her elgs were part healed it looked like she had a really bad burn. Like someone had poured boiling water allover her thighs.

She just shook her head, knowing that she did nothing wrong against him after all. He should understand she was more scared than anything. She let her arms embrace herself as she looked down at her toes. " Like it would be that easy", she muttered, wiggling them a little bit.

[Xeethe Ingram]

His brow twitched, foolish girl had gone ahead and made assumptions on her own accord. He slowly turned to her as he pulled his straight razor from his vest and held it tightly in his hand, flicking it open as a scowl drew on his face while he snarled at her. "Do not make assumptions of me sir, had I known you were a Tera all this time I wouldn't even fathomed the idea of serving you tea. Because if I was truly trying to kill you I would've done it the moment you first turned your back on me, and I would've enjoyed doing so." He let out coldly as he flicked the razor towards one of the doors of his wardrobe and nailed it perfectly with the blade as it stuck into the wood, tilting his head slowly while he quirked his brow. Getting his point across as he turned back to the wardrobe and rummaged to his clothing once more, gesturing her to the return to the bathroom with his hand as he tapped his chin with his other hand. He had so many clothes and barely wore them, he wore mostly his newer acquisitions as they felt fresher and much more comfortable on him. They also lacked specks of blood around his sleeved, the bloody red tint was difficult to wash off white clothing. It was a hassle. "Go back to your magiks sir, do whatever you require to heal yourself just warn me next time..." He let out in a less irritated tone as he reached into his wardrobe...

[Sweet Josiephine]

She tilted her head and looked at him. "So, why are you really doing this? Because i'm the first tera you meet or because, if you red the legends which i assume you know that there are no ice teras alive?", His act with the razor hardly made her move, she just shook her head. "I'll heal up the rest soon enough, aslong as I dont get burned again", she glared at him and turned around. And yes, she were quite the rebellious one. She stepped inside the bathroom and turned on the water again, just sighing deeply and stood under it, it felt alot better that way.
Gently she closed her eyes, wondering how far she could push him before he snapped at her.
But her intentions were completely different from what was obvious. She wanted to bond, to let her true powers come forth so she could beat down any of the teras trying to kill her. She rested her head against the wall, staring into it.

[Xeethe Ingram]

He hissed at her in a low tone of voice as she turned away, not even caring about the question she had asked as he returned his complete attention to his wardrobe. A blue button up shirt had peaked his interest, he thought the blue velvet would be quite a perfect color for her and would also go quite well with her interesting background. An ice Tera. What were his chances? He tossed the shirt onto the bed as he pulled out a pair of black pants and a pair of shoes that although they seemed almost new he never really wore anymore, he was picky with his clothing, and sometimes things didn't felt quite right. Finicky. The sound of the shower ringed in his ears now and his curiosity about her had been peaked. He sat on the edge of his bed and picked the book up once again, his eyes read thoroughly as his fingers glided over the pages. Taking in all the information he could, he had to kill his curiosity somehow, he would soon want to find what her makings were. Him. Now understanding that the poor girl was literally made of water. This killed the curiosity, she would simply turn into a puddle if he hurt her. This, was an interesting thing to him. At last, someone was in fact safe from his curious and hateful bouts. From him. Perhaps keeping this girl around would in fact prove quite an interesting and new time for him...

[Sweet Josiephine]

After a couple more minutes she healed herself completely, with a low grunt she turned of the water and stepped out of the shower, soaking wet. She tossed around her hair a bit, removing the liquid from it with just a simple movement of her hand. It slowly curling up to her normal waves as she rubbed her eyes lightly, stepping out from the bathroom and into the bedroom looking at the man sitting on the bed reading. She smirked and shook her head. "Why don't you just ask", she said in a calmer, more soft tone as she stepped up to the clothing, leaning forward to let her fingers touch the soft fabric of the shirt. It sure was a beautiful blue color. She tilted her head lightly to the side, her hair falling down her shoulder as she looked up at him. "For me?", she asked him calmly and lifted up the shirt, looking closer at it as she kept talking. " I'm fairly sure that the book only witholds information about the base element, water, right? Nothing about me as far as I'm aware of. They kept it secret", she pulled on the shirt, it fitting nicely over her curves. She adjusted it a bit before pulling on the pants.

[Xeethe Ingram]

He smirked as he closed his book and turned his emerald green eyes to her, quirking a brow as he set it on the side and turning his body towards her with interest. She was quite perceptive, he did underestimated the sharp mind that she was hiding underneath those baggy boyish clothing. The act she kept up to try to be seen a male however was in fact amusing, somewhat cute. A smirk drew on his lips as they parted, leaning forwards slightly with open ears. "Then tell me more good sir, for I am the type who tends to never give up on something my curiosity has been draw towards. I am quite bull headed, and I am very likely to hound you with questions if you don't." He let out bluntly with a somewhat warmer tone, he was amused. He was now starting to enjoy he existence alone. It was a good thing, he often grew bored of other people and they often ended up on his slab or in his kitchen. For once, something was not in his books. He was becoming quite fixated on her the more he knew less and more at the same time, something more complex that he couldn't understand by putting it under his vicious knife. This was much different, he actually had to be a sociable being for once in his life...

[Sweet Josiephine]

She put the shoes by the bed before laying down, streching out and closed her eyes. "Don't call me sir, It's Shaiith", she peered up ath him under a half closed eye. "And pleae, don't tell this to just anyone or i'll be in even deeper s**t", she smirked and stroked her hands trough her hair. "I need to know though, what do you wish to know about me? It's hard to tell you from basically nothing. Want to know about me or those racist bastards back in Lachylia?", she crocked one eyebrow and chewed on her lip lightly, obviously feeling alot of hatered against these.. "Racist bastards"

[Xeethe Ingram]

He frowned a bit, a bit displeased with her words. "Do I seem the type to go on and tattle like a foolish oaf, sir?" He replied before he rolled and sighed with slight disappointment as he shook his head a bit, bringing his fingers to his temple and rubbing it lightly as his patience was already growing thin. But he had to be patient, at least for once. He closed his eyes for a minute as his head twitched lightly and smirked in a rather awkward manner as his gaze returned to hers. "You, have the bad habit of making foolish assumptions... Something I will have to learn to tolerate I suppose..." He spoke as his gaze was cold for a moment before his smirk turned into a smile once more, his emotions, his train of thought itself swayed like the pendulum of a clock. In great extremes to either side. But he was trying at least. He chuckled lightly as he pondered and tapped his chin with his finger, so many questions and so little time. "Perhaps you should tell me why you are being chased? I you are to remain around me, I find it best if you give me a fair explanation of what I should expect..." He let out with a somewhat playful tone of voice, this game of chase was already thrilling him...

[Sweet Josiephine]

She looked over at him quietly, taking in the question he just asked to her not really wanting to tell the truth. She couldn't. How would he react if she told him that she was the rightful heir to the throne, to protect and rule over all of the most mythical creatures ever been on the surface of earth? She placed her hand on her face, rubbing her hand lightly as she rolled over on her stomach, her head face down in the soft fabric. "Do I have to? It's quite emberassing.", she mumbled. Shaiith had to do it, she couldn't tell the truth. It would hurt her even more and probably kill her every chance of bonding with someone, ever. Bonding.. She opened her eyes slowly, peaking up at the man sitting on the bed and held back a smirk. "I stole the crown jewel, A black chrystal that is said to belong to Gaia herself. But as the only Ice tera they figured me out quite fast and now want me dead", she said simply and shrugged.

She didn't really mind being on the move, it was exciting. Wasn't that what life was all about? Excitement?

She muttered to herself as she slowly sat up again, sitting about a meter from him watching him. "I hope you don't have anything against.. theives..", she mumbled. Lifting her hand slowly, reaching out to him and placing one of her finger tips agaist the upper side of his, her touch cold as ice, her expression changing slowly to something more pleasant. It acctually felt quite good when it wasn't to warm. She let three fingers touch his hand, looking down and almost completely forgetting about the human the hand belonged to.

[Xeethe Ingram]

The girl was growing quite bold, and she liked yo play hot and cold rather quickly as well. He watched her as she flopped onto her stomach on the bed while he crossed his arms over his chest, quirking a brow, her response was annoying her. It made him anxious for all the wrong reasons however. It wasn't the fact he didn't know the danger of his pursuers or what he had gotten himself into , but the lack of answers, being denied of something he craves was often a dangerous thing for he was so very impatient. But alas, answers were given, a smirk drew on his lips as he found the girl's response quite intriguing. A thief? Perhaps the girl was indeed more capable than he thought at first, but of course such a creature like her would be cut above mere humans. He quirked a brow with interest however, signs of a soft heart were surfacing more and more as she spoke, perhaps this could be interesting, on the other hand. It already was, the girl lacked a heart for she was made of not flesh but water. Or so he thought. Emotions, were they perhaps not a matter of the mind? She had no brain, how could she think, or process and even carry such intriguing wit to her? This was a dream come true, a puzzle within a puzzle. Oh he could already feel an obsession developing already. Her words amused him, he couldn't resist the lure. "I have nothing against thieves for what is a thief compared to a cold blooded killer, hmm?" He let out in a teasing tone yet he was in fact being dead serious, he didn't cared whether the girl caught up on it or not on the other hand.

His gaze found hers as she sat up and turned, curious as to why she was touching his hand in the first place. Affection, not something he was used to nor really pondered on. It wasn't something that he truly had, he was far too busy keeping everyone at bay or bringing them home in body bags. Her touch however felt almost familiar, she was as cold as a corpse. Almost as if death itself was touching him that very moment, this was somewhat comforting. He actually enjoyed it. This was odd, finding joy in such a simple gesture. She seemed to be getting lost into it however, he wondered why and his curiosity was set aflame once more. "Well good sir, I am quite good when it comes to misleading and stringing the authorities towards the wrong places so you got yourself quite a heist by crossing paths with me." Burglar humor, of course he would...

[Sweet Josiephine]

She moved her hand back to herself. sitting more straight up and looking into his eyes. She bit her lip lightly. "I'm glad you don't take it wrong", she spoke more soft than before, her fingers lifting to touch her face as if to make sure her skin was like before. She disliked it, being so.. cold. She wrinkled her nose and turned away her gaze to look over the room. "Also, don't call me sir", she said lowly as she stood up, adjusting the blue shirt to be more comfortable around her body.
Shaiith was quite impressed with herself, he seemed to believe her little story. Misleading, like always. she stepped over to the desk, looking over his writings for a mere second before looking back at him. "Want to see it?", she hummed to him, meaning the black chrystal ofcourse. It was merged with the one she was currently wearing. Just to make sure no one that shouldn't have it could lay it's hands on it.
An item treasured so highly. She grinned softly and stroked her hand down the shirt, over her breast and slide into it, picking up her white chrystal. It giving of a low shine as she touched it.

[Xeethe Ingram]

He shook his head and gestured her with his hand, he had no interest in jewels nor riches. Although money was indeed an evil vice that was required to get by, this only fed the disease that turned men into foul wretched maggots in his eyes however. "No, I am not one to really find interest in gems. Nor care about their value. I take it staying on the move would be wise though hmm?" He asked as he pondered his options, perhaps he may take the road after all. Set the home on fire, coat it in thermit to make sure nothing remained nor a single body nor s single piece of incriminating evidence. He doubted the girl would want to simply hide in his home as well, this would make them both giant targets. Her words finally ringed in his ears however, she no longer wanted him to call her sir. He shrugged his shoulders a bit, the male image in his mind slowly began to fade as the idea began to settle in his head. She was a female. It was obvious now as her curves were now visible on the clothes he had given her, which did in fact looked good on her as well. But this was no time to admire beauty....