Here are transcripts of the Karina/Dmitri RP, starting with a confrontation the two of them have at Glenshadow's. They began by talking about Dmitri's earlier conversation with the Baba Yaga, which has degenerated into insults.
|~| Dmitri Henstridge the WitchHunter. |~| : . . . . msg#14458 Wed, Oct 29, 6:48PM PST
Of course I expect payment.... A thank you will do...But wait till we finish before you thank me. I have found you no killers as of yet. *Standing, he heads for the door* But when I do, I expect some appreciation. Though I most certainly do not expect you to jump into my bed. *He decides to turn the tables. Romani have reputations with his people as well* I do not know where you've been, Rom. Nor have I any idea how many men you've been with, gypsy. *He slams the door open and exits*
~The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. Strange what desire can make foolish people do~ Karina Calderash ~What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you~ (~I don`t wanna fall in love...with you...~): . . . . msg#14548 Wed, Oct 29, 6:53PM PST
::She blinks and her mouth opens and closes a few times, silently as she watches him leave. As the door slams behind him, she recovers her wits and the anger descends. Throwing her glass down in a fury, she hops down from the bar and follows, unmindful of the shattered glass that she must cross on bare feet. The bells on her wrists and ankles jingle discordantly as if sensing her mood as she storms to the door and follows him out into the night.::
|~| Dmitri Henstridge the WitchHunter. |~| : . . . . msg#14633 Wed, Oct 29, 6:59PM PST
*Dmitri stops and turns to face her upon hearing the jingles of the bells* What is it...?! *He is still frustrated. He tries to calm down with long and deep breaths, though he finds it hard. Perhaps he shouldn't take it out on her. But he has noone else to take the anger out upon...* I need to go. I am tired. *His voice somewhat kind as he finds it useless to yell at her. Trying to just get back to his camp-site and get some rest. To forget all that's happened*
~The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. Strange what desire can make foolish people do~ Karina Calderash ~What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you~ (~I don`t wanna fall in love...with you...~): . . . . msg#14726 Wed, Oct 29, 7:07PM PST
What is it? ::She makes a great effort to keep the shrillness from her voice, but her fury is worsened by his seemingly-calm attitude. Her fists clench at her sides, nails digging into her palms. Her feet are bleeding also from the broken glass, but she pays it no heed.:: What is it, gadje? I will tell you what it is...you complain that I give you no respect and then you insult me just as gadje men have always insulted the women of the Rom. Because I am Romani, I am a whore?
|~| Dmitri Henstridge the WitchHunter. |~| : . . . . msg#14754 Wed, Oct 29, 7:09PM PST
No. I never thought of you as a whore. But I am just now giving in. I am allowing you the same chance you allow me. *Turning his back to her once more, he begins to walk away* Goodnight, Calderash. May the night sky keep you.
~The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. Strange what desire can make foolish people do~ Karina Calderash ~What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you~ (~I don`t wanna fall in love...with you...~): . . . . msg#14827 Wed, Oct 29, 7:13PM PST
::She watches him, blinking rapidly as she fights back tears of rage, pain, and frustration...and, though she will not admit it to herself, hurt at his words. At last noticing her bleeding feet, she glances down at them, her first instinct to cast blame.:: Look what you made me do.
|~| Dmitri Henstridge the WitchHunter. |~| : . . . . msg#14872 Wed, Oct 29, 7:16PM PST
You do it to youself, Calderash. I will not let your accusations affect me. It is a business pact you wish. It is a business pact we will have. *He shrugs. Never stopping from his walk into the night* I will not interfere. Perhaps then you cannot blame me.
~The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. Strange what desire can make foolish people do~ Karina Calderash ~What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you~ (~I don`t wanna fall in love...with you...~): . . . . msg#14901 Wed, Oct 29, 7:18PM PST
::Watching him walk away, she gives in to the tears, slumping to the ground and sobbing, not even fully understanding why.::
~The world was on fire and no one could save me but you. Strange what desire can make foolish people do~ Karina Calderash ~What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you~ (~I don`t wanna fall in love...with you...~): . . . . msg#14954 Wed, Oct 29, 7:20PM PST
::Burying her face in the cool grass, she cries until she has no more tears left.:: ::GONE.::
(Another evening...)
Dmitri Henstridge@pa4dsp10.mia.infi.net / Sat Nov 29 19:27:14 MST 1997
*He stands up, re-holdstering one of the silver daggers in his hand. Looking about, his tired eyes burn from the torch-lights. And they flash red, admitting bloodsight in order to see any of his enemies. In order to detect the daemons, vampyres, and undead forces of the wyrm...*
Karina Calderash
::The dark-haired woman scans the room quickly with dark eyes, a smirk playing over her lips.:: Gadje...just wonderful...
Dmitri Henstridge@pa4dsp10.mia.infi.net / Sat Nov 29 19:44:54 MST 1997 [899]
*Dmitri walks closer to the Inn until he reaches the door. Lifting it, he pulls it open and he looks inside. Dark eyes scan over the area and flash to a deep blood-red color every now and then to check the grounds. Though the scent and the aura of vampire is present, he does not attack...Other missions at hand*
Dmitri Henstridge@pa4dsp10.mia.infi.net / Sat Nov 29 19:48:49 MST 1997 [903]
*Spying Calderash, he gives a sly grin, but nothing else to acknowledge her. Prepares to take his anger out on her, however... For not only does it need to be released, but she deserves it*
Karina Calderash@hesb24918.hesb.lab.nd.edu / Sat Nov 29 19:49:10 MST 1997 [904]
::Turning at the sound of the door opening, something flashes in her eyes for a moment before she expends the effort to turn her expression into a complete blank. Eyeing the newcomer scornfully, she gives a cold nod.:: Good evening...gadje. ::The last is said with careful deliberation, determined to provoke.::
Dmitri Henstridge@pa4dsp10.mia.infi.net / Sat Nov 29 20:06:11 MST 1997 [923]
*He takes a seat at a table away from the woman. Normally, he would sit in the light for it is the nature of his kind... But he feels it is the farthest place from the woman whom he dreads speaking to due to her lack of friendliness... If anything, it has caught on to him now. A contageous disease it should be labelled*
Karina Calderash@hesb24918.hesb.lab.nd.edu / Sat Nov 29 20:10:16 MST 1997 [929]
We need to talk. ::She doesn't look at him as she says this...she knows he will know who the words are meant for.:: This arguing is getting us nowhere...and we have a job to do.
Dmitri Henstridge@pa4dsp10.mia.infi.net / Sat Nov 29 20:23:44 MST 1997 [955]
*He looks up at her and he then shrugs, speaking quietly* I searched, but really...You've not told me enough to find anyone. I have tried the scholars in attempt to study which group it may have been that killed your people. Nothing. *He looks at her as if to accuse* I know not what else with what little you've given me.
Karina Calderash@hesb24918.hesb.lab.nd.edu / Sat Nov 29 20:27:53 MST 1997 [964]
You know what I know, ga...::She cuts the word off before she can say it, grinding her teeth slightly.:: If you would like to give up...feel free. ::She finally turns to face him, trying to keep her face from betraying the conflicting emotions she feels...partially hoping he will give up and free her of fearing her destiny, partially wanting him to continue.::
Dmitri Henstridge@pa4dsp10.mia.infi.net / Sat Nov 29 20:42:23 MST 1997 [992]
I made a promise. I do not wish to give up, but what more do we have?! Plus, on top of that, I have other duties I've been called to. An enemy of my people is roaming this city. We fear the traitor will kill again. *He crosses his arms. Remaining seated. He wants her to tell him more of those they seek. His thoughts clear of any hopes for the other part of destiny. She's forced him to remain chaste and prepared for battle as the only part of destiny*
Karina_Calderash@hesb24918.hesb.lab.nd.edu / Sat Nov 29 20:46:17 MST 1997 [1002]
I may be able to help you with that...::Still nervous, she glances down at her hands.:: I can't tell you more than I know myself...but there may be a lead. A mercenary whose brother reportedly was a hired to participate in a massacre ten years ago...exactly the time that my people were killed. ::She shrugs slightly, knowing there is more but not sure whether or how to tell it.::
