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"Heh... witch? I haven't been called that for a very long time, but you are right... I'm not truly here. I am nearby though."

Again, that feeling of mirth in the voice, causing a feeling of warm golden honey flowing over the taste buds to assail the boy facing him. approval also decorated the figure, who smiled. Somehow, it didn't help his features, the cruel smile turning malicious with the extra lift to the lips. And yet no sense of trepidation woudl be likelyt o affect corbin - the entity didn't mean him any true harm.

"You yourself said you were bored, boy. I think perhaps the question is more what do you want with me, who heard your plaintive cry? I am at your disposal."

Tilting his head to one side, eye narrowing at the features of the towering presence, he forced himself to ignore the creature's eyes and instead pinpoint his gaze at the point of his nose.

"The fact that you're not truly 'ere, means yo either can't, or wont for some reason. I is in favour o' the former."

Smirking in response to the changing whimsy of the creature, Corbin's own tail snapped behind him against the whirling floor. Something about this guy excited him, something about him was impressive and intoxicating.

"Disposal, int'resting choice o' words, chap."

Uncrossing his arms Corbin dipped his head a little to overshadow his own features with his hood, while keeping his eye locked on the creature's nose. He then drew his gunblade in his right hand and left his left hand slightly extended, though from the elbow on limp, palm turned outward away from him.

"Alright, appreciate the gesture witch doc'."

Curling his left fingers inwards, a fiendish smirk still on his features Corbin bid the blood he'd failed to completely remove from his palm to gather in his palm, ball together and then remain gravitating to his palm, as he rushed forward under his own power for now, no disciplines.

Testing the waters, he'd make a thrust with his blade, aimed for the creature's chest, and heart.

"It will pass, I am fully healed. Please lead on, where is Roan by the way?"

Dagoth began to walk more normally as he followed Jan towards the kitchens, the arm twitch would go away but the time between the shakes would steadily begin to grow. The pirate was still unnaturally pale and vacant during the walk but when Jan would look at him, Dagoth would try and give a reassuring nod towards him.

Energy, what a pain. A knife cuts, a bullet tears, a club whallops. Energy, could do just about ******** anything to him and he wouldn't know what exactly till it hit him. It was for that very reason, that he DIDN'T avoid the attack.

Curiousity killed the cat, though with nine lives it could stand to make a few mistakes in order to learn. With that reasoning behind his actions Corbin whipped his tail up from the floor in a fanning motion to catch the lashing aura. He wasn't pleased with what he discovered by probing.

Hurling himself back with teeth grinding to keep his grunt within, he at least knew now that it wouldn't cause him open wounds, or at least yet. The concern now would be, is it going to have side effects like the clawing of the Garou did.

"Heh, can't kill what's not really 'ere, right? Feel free to change the mood though if'n you fancy."

That Said he turned his head slightly, switching his focus from nasal to ocular. If it wasn't Chimerstry that he was using then would it work on him?

He had a new trick he wanted to try out, anyway. Attacking again, he would slash with the blade, aiming to cut the witch's throat with a slash outward from his own body, he'd then look for the moment the creature's eyes were open on him, and attack.

An almost tangible pulse of pressure from Corbin's one eye, his goal, to try and cast the illusion useing the room to his advantage. Synesthesia. One sense effecting the others. The likes of which meant tasting sound, hearing a painting. Confusion would surely run rampant if succesful.

The creature didn't avoid the throat slice, neatly moving with it, while the head of the construct bounced away across the room and lay inert. The face of the man he fought though remained in place, laughing, the walls just perceptible through his smirking features.

His eyes held no shyness from Corbin's, meeting the fledglings with an eagerness that warned all too late that the vampire wasn't the only one with scary optics.
The black gaze was its own abyss, deep and sucking, like a wound into an artery, pulsing with blood so dark it was black. The wound sucked and gaped like an animal struggling to breathe, yet it did not seek to consume from the outside in. Rather, the opposite.

Meeting the gaze of the towering man dressed in black was opening a door to his worst thoughts. Any moment of anger, any act of viciousness, all came rushing back, but no guilt with them. A feeling, instead, of euphoria with each memory. the more cruel and wicked, the greater the feeling.
but the feeling wouldn't last for long, as the man himself broke their eye lock, laughing and licking his lips.

"I can taste colour! How delicious! The walls are like... like... oh I don't know. It's been a long time since I tasted food. What a clever little thing you are... a boon to you for this! Name it!"

Joy. The creature was experiencing joy. And it reflected in the way his voice played over Corbin's flesh. Warm honey had been the previous expression of positive feeling from the creature.. now it was as if Corbin had suddenly accrued the greatest LSD high going. Sheer relaxed warmth issued from the creature as it laughed, fluidly dancing away from Corbin as it offered him a gift of his choosing.


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"Company is the greatest friend maker, even in a kitchen. Saving me buying a new oven helps too. Am I to assume you haven't eaten for a while, or is there a better reason for Jan to be worrying?"

Blunt as always, Roan sat down opposite Dagoth with a long glass of what could only be warmed blood. She made no excuse for it, nor the scent from the fluid.

Now Roan was engaging Dagoth, Jan turned to his wrist unit, and frowned, pressing a few keys to one side as he tried to make head or tail of a readout he was getting.

"A boon was promised and such you will receive!"

Speed. Unbelievable speed. The man pirouetted across the room in a series of backwards flips, elegantly bringing himself back to the upright well outside the line of shots Corbin sent into the walls.

"You request my true self. Very well. You must gain access to the armoury. Only then will I come to you. After all... if I remind you of someone you do not like... where better to face me than surrounded by weapons?

Find me, Corbin. I will be waiting."

Laughing, the sound like needles pressed into skin, the visage vanished, leaving the drone it had coiled its consciousness around to crumple to the floor, headless. The horrific colours that made up the walls also disappeared, leaving the room sterile,s ave for one flashing red light obstinately declaring the computer would not load the simulation requested, Corbin didn't have clearance. And yet... clearly the room had been host to SOMEthing.... right?

"Later, when you are all together. Right now, I merely wish to know about the shaking you're displaying.

Also... we all have pagers. Jan text me."

She smiled. Not EVERYTHING in the DeSeer house was built of supernatural vampire voodoo. Jan's wrist unit was a small device similar to a blackberry, wired into the hosue systems. he had simply sent Roan a message via it.

And was now staring at it intently.

"Jan?"
"I have a strange readout from the TR. It's showing an alert for attempted unauthorised access. Corbin, i believe. It's stating no program has been loaded, but one of the drones is also showing as critically damaged."
"...that doesn't make sense. The computer doesn't release the constructs until a sim is loaded.... what simulation did he try to load?"
"Trying to access that now. Give me a minute. The computer is being obstinate."

Nodding, Roan turned back to Dagoth, assuming the TR's computer was having some kind of glitch. It wouldn't be the first time after all.