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p. Tzila | Govt Estate Common Room | BD to Jan 17th

POSTED: Mon Apr 03, 2017 5:43 am

Thread #2 for Scavenger Metier.


[ 360 ] » Hope ya don’t mind, but I was selfish and figured I could have Lithia doing background things while she speaks to Tzila and use it for her Metier - yes? Dated for Jan 17th. .

There were times when Lithia went out to the city to dismantle things, and there were times when she brought the horse cart instead and brought whole furniture pieces back to the estate to work on them from home. It wasn’t always fun sitting on a hard, dusty floor in a strange, cold place for hours on end. Sometimes she wanted to sit by a fire and work on piecing apart a table by the fire with a nice warm cup of tea.

Those nights she brought her work back with her were the nights she lit the fireplace in the Common Room, and moved the table and couches aside some to work by firelight. She found it much easier to work in the comfort of her own home - even though Bathurst was considered that, too. However, the storage rooms were not far and it didn’t require much of a trip to drop off the pieces before she could spend the rest of her night drinking at the bar or reading a book in her room.

Totem sat on one of the couches at first, the fire flickering in his already orange eyes. He remained there still and quiet until Lithia gave him an order.

”Here, take that and grab one of the chairs. Be gentle with them. We don’t want them to splinter anymore than they already might be. Work over there.” She nodded to the open space behind the couch. The white Wolf took one of the chairs carefully and settled on one of Sapient’s chairs with the wooden chair in his lap. With grunts and sighs, Lithia heard him begin to remove the legs from the chair and set them carefully on the wooden floor beside him.

Looking down at the shelf in her hands, she flipped it over to reveal its screws, simultaneously bumping and spilling her jar of screws. Shit! she hissed, and from the corner of her eye saw Totem pause and look up. ”Mind your business, Totem,” she snapped and began picking up the small items. The screws cast shadows that made them look like little beetles rocking back and forth in place.

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POSTED: Mon May 15, 2017 11:56 pm

the devil has my ear today, he promised I would

find a little solace and some piece of mind

Tzila knew what it felt like to be haunted. She was haunted by the ghost of a man she couldn't save, and was familiar with the feeling. The chilling not-wind bristling her fur, the gazes that followed her and made her twitch, the weight on her shoulders that gave her splitting, mind-melting headaches. Those were some of the worst days, when she still was herself to some extent. There were days that it was just the guilt, the plaguing feeling of regret that wouldn't leave her sometimes, making her spin around hose memories like a whirlpool. That was troubling enough as it was, but now it was another face, another scenario that haunted her.

She couldn't shake off the memories of Eire and Axelle, from that emotionally exhausting meeting. Something about that set up had made Tzila uncomfortable, and not just that Eire didn't call Axelle as mother. Even if it was just because of how the young girl came to be, some way to distance herself, wouldn't mother have just, well, left her behind? Good omen that the girl survived or not, why would her mom keep her around like that if it hurt so much? Or if she just didn't care either way? Why train her at all, even? No, something was fishy there, and Axelle didn't become second-in-command in Anathema of all places by being shallow or transparent with her motives. Something else was at play, something hidden, and damn it if Tzila didn't want to learn what it was. For everyone's sakes.

The Napier had thought long and hard about it, doubly so in recent days when things finally settled down well enough for her to do so. But she didn't want to make a move yet without having a second opinion. She couldn't be too wrong about this, but meddling further without some help thinking it over left a sour taste in her tongue, the Domus knew well the value of an outside opinion. And who better to talk about her mother than her own sister?

That motive saw her waiting by a window in the second floor of the Estate, hoping to catch sight of Lithia returning from her scavenging trips. As if Tzila wouldn't take notice of her own sister's work to help keep maintain the storage supplied, or when the horse cart disappeared from the stables on Keir's word that Lithia had borrowed it. A fool, the Napier was not. So when she caught Macula squawking his signal that the cart was approaching, and indeed it was, she made her way to the corner she also knew Lithia to work at most often. Tzila found her sister and Totem working on some chairs, just in time to see her sister knock over a jar of screws. She huffed a laugh at her sister's temper. "How rude, sis. Is that any way to treat a fellow Sapient?" She asked with a teasing tone, coming easy despite her somber thoughts. "Hello Totem. Lithia." She greeted them both with a light wave as she approached, bending over to help pick some of the screws that had rolled a bit farther than the rest. "Good pickings today?"

WC: 550

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POSTED: Fri May 19, 2017 8:43 pm

[ 265 ] » ooc text here.

Lithia grumbled as she plucked the screws from the floor, one by one, as she ducked trying to catch the firelight at the right angle to see if she had missed any. There were a bunch of them scattered along the floor. As she stretched to scoop some of them towards her, a familiar flutter of footsteps and a scent that she could not mistake for anyone else entered the room and immediately Tzila knelt beside her. Totem had met eyes with the sister, but there was no inclination of a greeting from the male. The scowl upon Lithia’s face had not changed as she met eyes with her sister. She knew what Totem really was. He was no member, he was a slave and he would remain that way no matter his title in a pack.

”Hey sis,” Lithia said, her tone lightening just a bit. She had no reason to be mad at her sister, and she shouldn’t be mean to her. It was just that Lithia was a sourpuss every day. ”Thanks. Yeah, pretty good. I needed the warmth of the fire tonight, though. It’s cold out there. What brings you to our dark little center of the estate?” Even though it was like the main room where everyone gathered anyway, and Lithia knew that.

She cast her glance over her shoulder at Totem who had his nose down and was spinning the screwdriver intently trying to pluck out the little screws from the chair he had. He also had a jar over there to collect his bounty of little iron nails.

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POSTED: Wed Jun 21, 2017 6:27 pm

the devil has my ear today, he promised I would

find a little solace and some piece of mind

Tzila didn't miss that Totem failed to respond to her greeting, but she didn't mind, not everyone was good with words, especially someone who spent most of their lives as a slave. She didn't mind, but she was more interested that Lithia didn't jump at her teasing. Oh well, at least she didn't sound as much of the sourbell she usually did when she did reply Tzila's greeting. Maybe working towards something improved her mood? Something worth investigating, she thought.

The mention of the cold made her tug the jacket tighter around herself, but the actual temperature had nothing to do with it. The chill in her spine was of a different sort. "Cold, yeah." Her voice was distant for a second, eyes straying to the warm flames, reminding her of a certain set of red eyes and all that came with them. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you." She said, the somber finally tinting her voice, hinting the subject was anything but easy to talk about. "I saw mom again. A while ago." She said, waiting to see what kind of response she might get from that, though considering what she knew about Lithia, it might not be as shaking as it had been for her. And then she dropped the other shoe. "And our little sister."

WC: 233

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POSTED: Sat Jun 24, 2017 1:34 am

[ 310 ] » ooc text here.

There were days that she was actually nice to Totem, but today wasn’t one of them. Today, her mood soured because the chill in her bones wouldn’t go away. As the ice built up within her soul, her attitude got just a little worse by the hour. She softened a bit when her sister entered the room – but not by much. It was a civility some of her other pack mates received, too. Though, at least Tzila knew Lithia’s attitude. The woman knew not to take her sister’s sourness to heart.

”Sure, talk away,” Lithia said with her nose in the shelf as she loosened one of the boards, nudging it to see how much give it had and where the nail was that was holding it in place. Careful not to warp the nail, she laid the shelf on its back and began digging underneath the board with the screwdriver again.

”I saw mom again.”

Yeah, yeah. What else was new? At least she was still well enough to be seen. It had been a while since Lithia had seen their mother. She thought about paying the woman a visit one of these days… then maybe swinging around Anathema to see if she could pick up any news.

”And our little sister.”

At that point, Lithia had been tugging on the board, trying to see if the screw was loose enough to give way, but hearing this, she tugged a little too hard and ripped the nail right out of the wood along with the board. She paused, looking up at Tzila. ”You said… did you say… You said little sister?” Lithia didn’t normally stumble over her words, but that bit of news was surprising. ”I guess Mom moved on quickly…” she mumbled sarcastically, flopping the board on the floor with a loud flap. The news obviously irritated her.

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POSTED: Fri Jul 21, 2017 7:59 pm

the devil has my ear today, he promised I would

find a little solace and some piece of mind

Lithia's reaction to the news wasn't what she was expecting, but then again, she wasn't really sure what to expect, really. The loud sound of the nail coming out, plank and all, made Tzila jump so suddenly she felt her shoulders sting from whiplash. It caught her off guard, and her mind drew a blank as her sister struggled with words. The Domus tried to buy time to compose herself and spare her sister from her wide-eyed glare, and looked down to raise the collar on her worn leather jacket, pulling back her long hair over her shoulder. Her yellow gaze found Totem for a brief moment, and he also seemed to be avoiding catching their attention; he was no fool, he knew how loaded the air around them was becoming.

Tzila was drawn back to her sister as the wooden board was slapped loudly on the floor, and Lithia's words drew a heavy furrow to her brows, having to swallow back a low growl. No, Axelle didn't move on, at least she didn't think so. Those heterochrome eyes were too hollow, too empty, as she looked at her youngest daughter. No, she didn't move on, she wasn't given the chance. Well, might as well burn down this bridge all the way. "Mom was forced, Lithia. Our sister only exists because she... She survived when mother didn't want her to." She explained, crossing her arms tightly around herself, thinking back on sharp red eyes and a soft puppy voice, asking her questions. "I don't expect mom to love her, but... Sis, you should have seen the look in her eyes. It was so.. So... It was just wrong." Her voice turned bitter and harsh towards the end, but she wasn't quite sure how to explain just what that meeting had been, what it meant. There was just too many feelings, too much for her to go through on her own. It made her bones itch and her joints shiver with bizarre and foreboding whispers. Never a good signs for her. She looked down at her feet, her toes. "Mother is planning something, and that girl is going to pay for it." It was barely a whisper in her tongue, but she felt her claws prick her arms past the jacket sleeves, a tension rolling over her. She barely felt the bite of the cold under the burning in her stomach, the ache in her chest.

WC: 417

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POSTED: Mon Jul 24, 2017 9:34 pm

[ 226 ] » ooc text here.

What was it with their mother always finding herself in these terrible situations? Grief should’ve rattled her bones, sent ice-cold tendrils into her heart, but Lithia felt nothing, said nothing. She looked away, down to the floor and fell silent in thought.

So, they had a sister. An unwanted sister. A strange sister, conceived by an unknown canine. Perhaps their mother hadn’t moved on, but Lithia couldn’t help but feel indifferent about it anyway. What of it? What did Tzila want with her? The update was nice, but there was an edge to Tzila’s voice that suggested that she wanted something else from Lithia.

”Cold?” There was a coldness in all the siblings. Lithia wondered whether Tzila took more after their father or just was treated better as a child. Lithia had the coldness. Couldn’t Tzila see that? ”So, what do you propose?” she asked, wanting more to know what Tzila expected of her than what she could do to actually help their mystery sibling.

Pink eyes studied the body language of her sister, noting the way she clutched her arms and the intense stare she laid upon Lithia. The air hovered around them heavily, but Lithia still wouldn’t just volunteer herself for anything she didn’t know the full details of first. And Lithia had a feeling she wouldn’t like what Tzila was about to propose.

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