5626/Blue Lady, White Court, Black Cat... And Molly.

Blue Lady, White Court, Black Cat... And Molly.
Date of Scene:	23 October 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Molly Carpenter, Thomas Raith

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Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter knew what this club was beyond the obvious part of being a night club. It was a trap. A very nicely guilded trap to lure in only the best prey for those that often came here. Or lived here as the case may be for the one she was currently 'investigating.' After the last run in with him, she'd grown curious enough to test her powers out on slipping inside unnoticed. Sure she was old enough that sneaking into a club via the use of magic was unnecessary... But where was the fun in that?

Molly slips just past someone about to go inside, veiled by magic. It's an accidental brush against the person as she enters but they wouldn't see anyone. Not a thing.

Thomas Raith has posed:
The bouncer, a young hispanic man called Axe, would have let Molly in anyway. He's pretty much under orders to let exceptionally beautiful women, perticularly those who are "unescourted" into the Club with some preferencial consideration for the line outside. Still he has no perticular magical qualities to warn him as the woman slips past him. Inside, the Club is in full swing, music playing as a black woman named "Sasha Blair" croons to the appreciative audience. Thomas for his part is standing near the bar, enjoying the scene.

Molly Carpenter has posed:
The hidden Molly breezes through the club. A few people instinctively step out of her path thanks to the suggestion worked into her veil that they do so. Others, too far gone into drink, just remain where they are causing her to weave her way around them. Either way it's an odd mix of ... something happening on the floor. Like seas parting them closing again. It wasn't the most obvious thing but if one were watching for oddities they might notice the pattern.

Shortly Molly arrives at the bar slipping up behind Thomas. She waits a moment, then reaches out to take the drink he had sitting on the bar beside him. As soon as it's in her grip it vanishes from sight and she takes a testing sip of the concoction.

Thomas Raith has posed:
The Liquid came from a private reserve that Yosa keeps under the bar just for Thomas. It has a rich amber color of good whiskey, so it might surprise Molly a bit when the nearly sickly sweet flavor hits her tounge. Completely burnless. The man is keeping Apple Juice in a crystal decanter and letting people think it's top shelp booze. In other news however, a series of bulbs near the bar proceeds to pop in rapid sucession as the veiled Wizard approaches, causing Thomas to smirk slightly and say in a low voice "Come out, come out, where ever you are.."

Molly Carpenter has posed:
There comes a soft sigh by means of reply as Molly's eyes lift to the traitorous light. "Really have to work on that problem," comes her voice quietly while still veiled. Then she's there, his glass held in hand with an eyebrow raised upward pointedly as she tips the glass toward him. "Thomas. Thought I'd drop by and check the place out a little bit." Again she looks up toward one of the blown lights with lips pursed in annoyance. "I thought I had the leak of magic sealed off enough. Sorry."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith head shakes. "I went to the hardware store and specifically asked for the lights that were the easiest to blow, and set them there." He says taking his glass back and looking a bit amused. "There is a chain of them, each increasingly more...stable I suppose. If you were to have poped all of them it would also have set off the sprinkler system." He lets her work out for herself the meaning of his words. "Can I buy you a drink then Ms. Carpenter?"

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter narrows her eyes at him in response to that. "Oh, you clever bastard," she quips with a sigh. Good to know though. Rain would have just made things worse. "You're lucky I wasn't Harry, then. His veil is about as subtle as wearing a towel that says 'I'm not here.'" It wasn't that bad, really, but she knew hers was far, far better. Another sip is taken of his apple juice before she lowers the glass to the tabletop with a grin. "Sure. I'll have what you're having."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith smirks a bit, "I'm more then just another pretty face." He says amused and reaches behind the bar for a highball glass and fills it full of apple juice for her as well. "So to what do I owe the pleasure Molly?" he asks casually, picking up the glasses and the decanter and gesturing to a table quite a ways away from the sensitive equipment near the stage.

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter takes up the second glass and allows herself to be led along toward the table. She didn't feel threatened, yet, even if she was in this den of inquity that was cleverly disguised as a... den of lesser iniquity. "I wanted to check up on you and your 'friend' you'd mentioned. A lot has happened lately to keep my attention elsewhere, but..." Here she pauses, her lips curling into a frown. "I know what it's like to be mixed up in things you don't know much about and get into more trouble than you can handle by yourself. So. That friend of yours... I want to help."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith raises his eyebrow, filling both glasses to the top. "Well I appreciate that Molly, and I welcome it. The truth is though, I'm not even sure HArry can help much. Tell me Molly, what do you know about the White Court. In general terms." He takes up his drink and sips it like it it had the dangerous bite of potent drink. HAbit one must suppose.

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter takes a deep breath at that only for her gaze to skirt away from Thomas before she looked too long. Her eyes were ever darting away. A second, nothing more, and then she stared at his nose, his hair, his teeth and lips, or someplace just beyond the side of his head. "I know what you are. I know what you do. I know that you can affect people's minds... same as me. Maybe different in some ways."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles a bit, "I'm not going to Whammy you Molly. I make it a policy not to do such things to people who come to me offering to help me." He smiles, "Do you know how one goes about becoming a White Court Vampire?" it's a trick question of course, but worth knowing how much she knows about things... And finding out how much Harry has taught her beyond basic magic.

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter frowns a little bit at that as her gaze returns to stare at a spot on Thomas' nose. It only takes her a moment before she mouths a silent 'oh.' "You don't know." A simple nod comes, and she smiles with faint amusement. "I don't, no. I know it's not a bite thing like the other two courts. Figured you were just born into it."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods slightly, "That's pretty much it exactlly. In fact until late puberty, we are indistingishable from normal humans." He sips his drink and then continues, "Then we meet our first lover. Our Hunger kicks in. Kills whoever it was that was unfortunate enough that they were going to take our virginity. Mine was a stripper named Kandy Kane. My father took me to there on my 17th birthday."

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter winces sharply at that. It wasn't so much the story as... The emotions that were radiating off of Thomas right now as he relives that memory. That wasn't a happy memory. Not at all. "Oh... Oh man that sucks. So bad." Her hand lifts to rub over her eyes, and she lets out a long sigh. "So you can't ever just... you know? Without diong that?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods a bit, "I can... The same way you could say chew without swollowing. You do loose a bit of satisfaction, and after that first time it's very rare to ever need to feed quite that deeply. Unless I were on deaths door for instance." He shrugs. "There is only one out as it were, Love. True Love. I'm talking the WEstly and Buttercup kind."

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter grimaces a little bit at the analogy. "That's one heck of a comparison. Probably accurate, but, ew?" She shudders a little bit and gives a grin back toward him. "That's kind of romantic. I mean I guess it would be given the topic at hand. Finding that though is pretty iffy. I only know a few people like that myself." Pausing she adds, "Granted my parents count."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith nods a bit, "Well for us, for White Court, that sort of love is like fire.. One of my sister's nearly died when she was pricked by a rose given by a man to his love. A cousin has a scar where she picked up the wrong wedding ring. And if we were to try to actully feed on someone whose last lover was someone who had that level of love.." He shudders at the very thought. "That said, if a a White Court Virgin's first time was with someone they were truely in love with..."

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter blinks slowly as it all starts to tie together in her mind. "It would block the change," she reasons with a slow nod of understanding. "The magic or whatever that makes you what you are couldn't take hold. Ever." She pauses a moment giving Thomas a bemused look. "You do realize this is basically like saying you need True Love's Kiss to break a curse, right?"

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith shakes his head. "I'm beyond that, but yes that is what I am saying." And then he takes out his cellphone, taps a few times and swipes a few more before showing her a picture. A young girl around Molly's age. Pretty enough, but Axe likely wouldn't show her right into the club. "Her naeme is Inari. She's my baby sister."

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter groans softly as she looks at the picture, then at Thomas with a difficult to read expression. It was one of pure sympathy. One of knowing. She had siblings, too, and was the eldest. "You're trying to save her. Oh, geeze." Her hand lifts to run over her face a moment with a sigh. She'd already offered to help after all. As if her mind wasn't already made up. "I'll help. I have siblings too. Lots of them. As the oldest, you have to look out for them, and want better for them. I mean... geeze."

Thomas Raith has posed:
He nods and drinks the rest of his "drink", making a face and obviously wishing that for a change it had some alchol content in it. "There is a complication. By my father's edict, we are not allowed to tell our young what will happen. Too afraid that they might try to opt out I suppose." He says with obvious distaste. "But I can't go agienst him. Not openly."

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter lifts an eyebrow faintly. "Whereas I could just walk up to her and tell her now. I'm a wizard. They have no idea how I could know this."

Thomas Raith has posed:
"True, then they'd just kill you." He says casually and shrugs, "They could do that very easily Molly. There are stories of my father draining the life force out of a person with just a kiss. Draining them and leaving nothing behind. I couldn't do that if I had all night."

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter smiles slowly. Sweetly. And with a large amount of amusement. "Except I'd burn him," she puts forth with that grin and her cheeks turning rosey perhaps from embarassment. Or a recollection of someone in particular.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith sighs a bit and gives what is almost a sad smile, "Molly, my father soaked a Wizard's death Curse. A Powerful one. And he's none the worse for it. The single most powerful spell a wizard cn throw and, as far as anyone can tell it didn't affect him in the slightest."

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter reaches out to very simply thwap Thomas' forehead with her finger. "Love, dingus, love. You just said that was what makes you guys suffer."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles a little bit. "Despite what you might get the impression from the movies Ms. Carpenter, the kind of love that I'm talking about isn't that common. In fact the Princess Bride had it about right, you might find it once in a hundred years." He sighs a bit. "Not to mention I don't imagine HArry would want you starting a war with the Vampires.

Molly Carpenter has posed:
"You mean like he did?" Comes Molly's remark with an eyebrow raising rather high. "If it's so rare, how do you think you're going to save your sister? Besides... I've loved him since I was sixteen. I think that counts for something," she mumbles a bit quietly as she looks away again. Better to do so now, she had begun to meet his gaze a bit too long.

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith chuckles softly and says, "If I may quote that Angel of song and verse, Ms. Dolly Parton. That ain't love darling. That's called being horny." And as if to emphisise his point he lightly reaches out and takes her hand, stroking his fingers agienst it. That touch, that simple brush of his flesh agienst her's would feel better, hit harder then most times she's ever even been kissed.

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter shivers at the feel of his hand against hers... It causes her eyes to widen and cheeks to flush as he does tickle that part of her that was, as he said, all about the horny. The reaction is a bit different though. Namely because her free hand raises up to swing a punch out at his oh-so-perfect jaw as she rises up from her seat filled with a white-hot anger over it. "Don't you *dare* presume."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith moves his head with such ease and grace that it almost looks like the pair coriagraphed the manaver. He smiles a bit at her, but there is anger in his eyes too and his tone is strangely like HArry's when he get's mad. that low, controled tone. "I was making a point Ms. Carpenter. One that you'll realize when you've had a moment to calm down. I am not going to let my br-- my friend's apprentice cockily throw her life away because she cannot tell the difference between a teenager's infatuation and the kind of Earth shattering love that the bards wrote sonnets about." He leans close, his tone less then a whisper and more like a breath. "Try to understand something Ms. Carpenter. If I wanted, I could have you. Right here, right now, bent over this table with all these people watching, and you would /beg/ me for it. And I don't have a hundreth the power my father posesses."

Molly Carpenter has posed:
"I'm not. A teenager. Any more." Comes Molly's icy retort as her eyes narrow. She could soul gaze him right here and now. He didn't seem to be aware of the consequences of it... She could know all his secrets. Good or bad. Yet there was a danger in doing that too. Which is why even now her eyes dart to the side to keep that from happening in spite of her anger. "I've worked with him for years. Side by side. I've become his partner. And I love him all the more. I'm not about to throw my life away--I plan to live a very long, happy life with Harry."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith takes a moment to let the tension pass. He holds a long breath, lets it out slow, and finally says "I hope you get that chance Ms. Carpenter, I truely do." he gestures to the seat she abruptly vacated and takes his own, signaling to Yosa to bring them over another, stronger, pair of drinks. "All my demonstration was meant to show is that whatever love you and... and Harry share, it won't protect you."

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter purses her lips with a defiant look even now. She was on edge, and irritable, and angry, and... there was more there, too. Her own deep breath is let out slow and the offer of the chair is ignored with a curt shake of her head. "We're done here for now, Mr. Raith." It's not as if he ever called her anything less formal. She wasn't going to be nicey nice with him at the moment herself. "I'll be heading home to your br-- to Harry's now." Oh, yes, she'd caught that. More than caught that--he had touched her. Distracted as she was her own ability was to read things. Read people. "You really ought to talk to him about that."

Thomas Raith has posed:
Thomas Raith becomes still. Preternaturally still, and his eyes turn a silverish tone. "Tred very lightly Molly." He says softly, "A little bit of knowledge in the wrong hands is like a child playing with a loaded gun." Yep she just pissed him off. Good job.

Molly Carpenter has posed:
Molly Carpenter gives him a scathing look worthy of her mother. "I'm pissed off at you, Thomas. I'm not a bitch. I'm also someone who was offering to help you and your sibling, don't forget." Gathering herself up, and turning away, she gives a shake of her head. "You should try talking more, and posturing less. It gets more done without pissing off wizards trying to help you."