Owner	Pose
Vitali	Though some might dispute as to when exactly the witching hour happens to be, there is no question as to the fact that there are odd things that happen at such a time. Some say it is the time when the veil between life and death is the thinnest, and others might say that it is when demons and ghosts are their most powerful. A time of night when strange things might be inclined towards happening. It is night, and darkness has fallen across the park, and beyond it the city as well. The stars in the black sky glitter and sparkle, yet the light they cast is little. The moon is naught but a waning crescent, a thin sliver of silvery white light to shine in the sky. It, too, offers little in the way of illumination in the dark of the night. The colourful autumn leaves of the trees stir and rustle softly, touched by invisible fingers of air that soft tugs upon them. The park is empty and quiet, and there is a soft wash of fog that rises a couple of feet up from the lake's surface, roiling in chilly damp clouds towards the shore and creeping across the grass. There is a figure who stands some distance out from the shore, where the water is perhaps some dozen or so feet deep. Oddly, the figure stands upon the surface of the water, with nary a ripple to touch the water around him. The Siberian wears a set of traditional Chinese robes which are a bit of an oddity in this particular day and age. The robes are mainly black, trimmed with a bit of white and blood red. The sleeves have swirls of red and burgundy, and there is a white pattern of lotus and hart on the sleeves and the lower section of the robes themselves. The sleeves are long and flowing, and the silk of the robes is styled in such a way as that little in the way of skin is shown. Vitali's black hair is mostly loose, the sides divided into small sections that have been braided and drawn to the back of his head where the small braids are woven into a knot and speared through with a jade hair stick.
Kit Killovarras	"Interesting choice of attire..." comes the voice of an Aardrwolf, having made his way through the park silently. He's taken to coming here on occasion before heading home, after his nightly hunts or at times, during. Such a normally peaceful place at night. He's remarkably good at remaining quiet, his footfalls having been nigh undetectable, even to those with some of the keenest hearing and he wears his cloths in a way that lessens the rustling of fabric. Probably due to the fact that his entire body is wrapped in bandages beneath the baggy cloths he wears. He is, after all, good at becoming a ghost in his own right when he needs to be. His hood is worn up, though he's not using it at the moment to shield his face, since he doesn't have his head lowered, nor is he obscuring his hands in his hoodie pockets.. Why bother? At this time of night very few people would be around to see him and the few that are, either won't care or will notice and be mindful enough to slink away, rather than scream.. Why alert the monster in the distance when you can simply escape?
Vitali	Indeed, it is normally a peaceful place, and especially so at night. The man who stands upon the water has his back towards the shore, and his hands rest before him with one hand paired to the other in such a way as that both of them are hidden away beneath the soft silk of the robes. A breath of air whispers past him, tugging a lock of his dark hair and lightly teasing it through the air near to him. There is a faint shift of his weight, a slight movement of his right foot, and he minutely turns his head in the relative direction of the Aardwolf. As though he knew specifically that the other was there. Softly, without disturbing the water that lies around him, Vitali turns, and as he does, he lowers his hands to his sides. The water ripples and burbles, and a circular row of curled waves start to move around him, a few inches beyond the hem of his robes. Slowly, he starts to walk towards the shore with easy and small steps. There is nary a ripple from the water, nary a sign of his weight disturbing the surface of it. Which might well read as being spooky, especially give the time of year.
Kit Killovarras	Kit watches the display for a moment, studying the mans movement and the magic at play before he nods slightly. "I see, you're not him.." he says with a sort of knowing tone. Then he removes his hood, letting his ears up before he bows his head slightly. "Though, I'd consider this one a friend, so I have to ask. Is this a willing possession or...?" He lets the question trail off a little, his eyes starting to glow softly with that telltale violet light.
Vitali	With him having turned, there is another difference that is visible as well, which is the fact that he's clean shaven. Which may perhaps seem an oddity in and of itself. There is a faint pause at the words, and Vitali tilts his head a touch to one side, one of his eyebrows quirking up. The spirit in control of the body is, indeed, not the one that belongs to the body. His dark gaze studies the Aardwolf for a long moment. "Do you, see?" he asks softly, a flicker of curiosity to his voice. He continues towards the shore then easily steps to the grass, and the water that had been flowing around him fades back into the lake. Yet the control of the water is not released. There is a flicker of silvery-blue that shows in his eyes, briefly, and his hands remain at his sides at least for the moment. "This one does not mind you asking," he says softly, a hint of a smile ghosting at the corners of his lips. "This one willingly uses this body and the abilities it is gifted with," he says softly, faintly inclining his head towards the Aardwolf. The spirit willingly took the body, which says nothing of the body and original spirit's willingness in the matter. Perspective is an interesting thing.
Kit Killovarras	Kit nods ever so slightly, though he doesn't take his eyes off of 'Vitali' at this point. His ears fold to the sides ever so slightly as it answers his question in it's own little way, giving a little smile as he shakes his head. "I see enough and enough to know that you haven't answered my question properly." After a moment, the Aardwolf straitens to his full height, though he doesn't take on an 'intimi8dating' stance.. More a proper one as he explains, "My name is Kit Killovarras, son of Ahmed and Akila, child of the bloodline of Kirahli," there's a hint of something to his tone, a formality that any spirit would recognize as the standard for any Magi when addressing a being of a different plane. "So I ask again, Spirit. Did the soul who originally inhabited this vessel allow the possession?"
Vitali	There is a slight flick of a glance cast towards the motion of the ears, and he tilts his head a touch to one side. There is no sign of the Siberian's eagle companion, interestingly enough -- not near him nor anywhere apparent in the area, either. And her scent is not able to be found upon him. "This one answered the question in the terms that it was asked," Vitali says, one of his eyebrows quirking up a touch. The shift of position in the Aardwolf is noticed, and there is little in the way of outward reaction. There is a sense of attentiveness as Kit offers his name and bloodline, and he lightly moves his hands to bring them before himself so that his hands lie hidden away beneath the silk of his sleeves. Yet there is no sign of him being knowledgeable of the significance of the line. "The spirit that belongs in this body has not fled or departed. It resides within," he says softly, faintly inclining his head towards the Aardwolf. "The spirit may not be entirely pleased with his predicament yet this one remains," he says, a smile hinting at the corners of his lips. "One might argue that it was allowed since this one is here. Yes?" It's a splitting of hairs.
Kit Killovarras	"Then you're admitting to a wrongful possession." Kit states bluntly, nodding ever so slightly before letting his ears fold back, giving a quiet sigh before adding, "Well, I am neither a Champion nor Guardian myself, so I've no authority to remove you, though I am curious.." He pauses a moment to tilt his head, studying as much as he can about Vitali for the moment, every move, every twitch and every shift in magic than he can possibly feel before asking, "Are you a spirit, a ghost or a devil?" He doesn't sound mad or frustrated in the least, but rather curious. He is indeed a magi, but he hasn't had as much time to study the spiritual planes as he probably should have by now.
Vitali	"This one did not admit to anything," Vitali says softly, faintly inclining his head towards Kit. There is a hint of a smile that teases at the corners of his lips, for the spirit has a small point. There is a glance cast towards the ears that fold back, yet his dark gaze returns easily to the features of the Aardwolf. "This one suspected you were without power to affect this spirit," he says, a calm note to his voice. He tilts his head a touch to one side as he studies Kit in turn, his gaze unblinking. The magic held seems equally calm, and there is no sign of it being given purpose or form. It is held simply 'just in case'. A defensive measure, perhaps. "This one once had a body to live in. This one is no ghost or devil. A spirit, this one is," he says, faintly inclining his head towards Kit.
Kit Killovarras	"But you did," Kit says with an almost amused chuckle, "And it was your own words that betrayed you." He tilts his head a little and gives a bit of a smile as he repeats the spirits words back at it: "The spirit might not be entirely pleased with his predicament yet this one remains." There's a little laugh and a wink as the aardwolf muses, "Were I a Warden, you'd have been torn from your vessel for that statement alone, Spirit." Then he lets his ears perk up, still chuckling a little before he gives a shrug. "I am curious though as to your purpose here. How and why have you found your way to this vessel?"
Vitali	There is a faint lift of one of Vitali's shoulders, and a whisper of a smile to touch at the corners of his lips. "A spirit being displeased does not mean that something was unwillingly done to it," he says softly, a thoughtful tone to his voice. "This one must remain," he adds, inclining his head slightly towards Kit. "Others offer threats and do nothing. You are not unlike them in this way. This one has a name," he says, raising an eyebrow slightly as he studies the Aardwolf. "Do you think this one would be torn free so easily, and without causing harm to the one that belongs within this body?" he suggests. He's quiet for a moment, considering the questions that have been asked, and then he lifts one of his shoulders in a bit of a shrug. "This one was afforded an opportunity and was not inclined to ignore it. Thus, this one is within this body. This one has been within this body for some time. It is pleasing."
Kit Killovarras	Kit gives a little shrug again and reaches into his hoodie pocket, letting his body drop to a sitting position as he pulls out a small cloth bag. "The difference between me and them, dear Spirit." he says as he opens the bag and pours a few roasted termites into his free paw, "Is that I seek to understand, rather than expel. Magi tasked by the Presence might jump to conclusions at such a statement," he explains before popping the termites into his maw with a little crunch. "That doesn't mean they'd be right to do so." After a moment, he'll tip the bag ever so slightly towards the spirit inhabiting Vitali's body, offering him a few of the snacks inside. "Personally, I recognize that I have no power to remove you, so instead I choose to try and understand. As for removing you," He gives a little tilt of his head, then shakes his head, "Exorcisms are never without their flaws, nor can they really be done without harm. But that's neither here nor there. You said you have a name, yes?"
Vitali	The motion towards the hoodie pocket is watched carefully, and for a long moment, Vitali does not move closer. Wary, perhaps. He tilts his head a touch to one side when Kit settles there on the ground, and then he gives a slight motion of his right hand. It's more of a flick of his hand, though the sleeve of his robe does much to hide the motion. The fog's fingers withdraw from across the grass and the clouds of it retreat back towards the water. A touch of magic used to accomplish the task. "Mm," he muses. His weight shifts, and he takes only a brief moment before he starts to walk towards Kit. "Others ask questions. Yet they seem upset that this one is within a body that is their friend. This one has not harmed him, though the body was injured somewhat," he says, lifting one of his shoulders in a faint shrug. He lifts a hand to reach into the bag in order to retrieve a handful of the termites that are within. He takes a moment to look them over, then raises an eyebrow slightly before eating a few of them. If he has an opinion on eating bugs, he doesn't speak it in the moment. "You would leave your friend possessed?" he inquires, a flicker of curiosity to his voice. "There is a certain way of removing this one from the body, but it is rather... final. And it is not entirely healthy for the body. It does not damage this one," he comments, sounding a trifle amused. "Yes. This one has a name. This one is called Heng Zhihao."
Kit Killovarras	Kit nods slightly and explains, "Most humans are going to have that response. It's a natural response to the unknown or to things they don't entirely understand." with a little chuckle, taking a few more of the termites himself after Heng Zhihao takes a few. "My worry is only whether or not my friend still inhabits his own vessel and you have told me that he does. You know I've no real power to remove you, so you've no reason to lie about such things to me." There is a method to the madness of dealing with spirits, something that most mages would be taught at a young age and Kit seems to be no different. There is still a formality in how he speaks, how he holds himself and how he's acting, whether by taking a relaxed posture, offering a snack or two or even the fact that he's laughing, rather than letting himself be angry. "As for leaving my friend possessed, if it is necessary for the time being? Well, I'll accept that for the time being." The name is given and the Aardwolf gives a little nod, repeating the name once to commit it to memory, then he'll tilt his head a bit and ask, "What sort of injury did he sustain?"
Vitali	A few more of the termites are eaten, finishing that small handful that he had taken. Then he lightly brushes his hands off a little bit, one against the other, and his hands vanish once more into the sleeves of the robes he wears. He tilts his head a bit to one side, and then he gives a nod to Kit. "The spirit of your friend lies within this body. It has not departed or fled, and it has not been harmed," he says softly. There may be notes of 'yet' after that, which may not be that much of a surprise. "To lie would be dishonourable," he adds. The spirit that controls Vitali's body is old, and this is not her first time in claiming a body for her use. He tilts his head slightly to one side, and then he inclines his head towards Kit, a hint of a smile touching at the corners of his lips. "Perhaps the youth of today are not without their wisdom. This one finds it to be somewhat reassuring," he says softly. He is quiet a moment, considering apart of what was said and studying Kit for a longer moment. "That you will accept it for the time being lends the impression that you will seek to end it when you tire of it being the case. You could kill him and this one would be banished back to the dark. For a little while," he says softly, a touch amused. Heng Zhihao has no intention of leaving the body anytime soon, especially given that there is magic involved. "The injury is of little consequence. It has healed save for a fading bruise and some small ache. He disagreed with this one over an action being taken. Neither of us were pleased with the outcome," Vitali says, lifting his left shoulder in a faint shrug. "This one hopes that he has learned from it."
Kit Killovarras	Kit shakes his head as he explains, "For the time being does not mean I would seek to banish you when I see fit. As I said before, I have no authority in the matter. If I believe that it's needed I might inform others who do, but honestly?" He gives a glance up to 'Vitali' and tilts his head a little before he gives a smile and finishes the thought. "You don't seem malevolent to me. I would rather see a conclusion to whatever this is, that benefits everyone involved so long as they are deserving of it." Then he shrugs and goes back to munching a few more termites before adding, "As for killing him as an exorcism? Humans haven't used that method since the dark ages, at least not intentionally."
Vitali	"Mm," Vitali says softly, inclining his head faintly towards Kit. "Perhaps you have no authority to remove this one from this body yourself, though this one is aware that there are those who are capable of doing so and that they may not be far afield," he says in a thoughtful tone. He tilts his head to one side, studying the Aardwolf for a long moment. "Perhaps this one is malevolent, and perhaps this one is not. This one is not inclined to say one way or another," Vitali says, a hint of a smile touching at the corners of his lips. One of his eyebrows quirks up just a touch, and he shifts his hands minutely. "A conclusion? Perhaps there will be one that is favourable," he muses, then lifts his left shoulder in a faint shrug. "This one requires a body to accomplish what this one must. This body is pleasing and it suits this one in enough ways," he adds, inclining his head slightly towards Kit. "To kill the host does not always impact the spirit that is within, and it does not always serve the intended purpose."
Kit Killovarras	"That would be why we haven't used that method in a very long time, for the most part." Kit says in response to the idea of killing the host, then gives a little shrug. He closes the bag of termites, slipping it back into the pocket of his hoodie as he nods, "And I do know someone who could, but he's also the one who taught me to have respect for spirits and their laws. He's also the reason I'm willing to trust you for the time being." Then he lets his eyes move up to Vitali's as he tilts his head ever so slightly. "He also might be able to help you more than I can, so do let me know if you've need of someone like that."
Vitali	Softly, Vitali lifts one of his hands and makes a faint gesture, and then he brings his hands back together in front of himself. He tilts his head a touch to one side, studying Kit for a long moment. "This one will say only that the bodies do not tend to be left alive, for various reasons," he says softly, lifting one fo his shoulders in a bit of a shrug. "There are firsts for everything, or so they say," he comments, a hint of a smile ghosting his lips. "The one that you know sounds interesting. Though forgive me for saying that I do hope to not meet him," he says, inclining his head towards him. "This one does not need help. This one must meet this one's purpose, and this one is capable," he says, one of his eyebrows quirking up slightly.
Kit Killovarras	Kit stands up after a moment, dusting himself off a bit as he looks to Vitali and tilts his head, "Honestly, I think he'd be amused to meet you, though as I said. I'll leave the choice of whether I call for him up to you." Then he stretches a little and yawns, revealing his fangs and remarkably long tongue for a moment before he snaps his maw closed and sighs. "Either way, it was interesting - if nothing else - meeting you, Heng Zhihao." he says after a moment, offering a smile and an extended paw.
Vitali	"Perhaps it would be so," Vitali says softly, a thoughtful tone to his voice. A breath of a breeze lightly wafts his hair, teasing it a little bit. "Though this one is sure that it would be interesting to meet, this one does not believe it is necessary for him to come," he muses, tilting his head to one side. He watches the Aardwolf, noticing the fangs and the long tongue that are revealed with the yawn. "Yes. It has been interesting to meet you as well. This one has not met one such as you before," he says, a hint of a smile touching at the conrers of his lips. There is a moment where he considers the space between them, and then he steps forward to accept the extended paw, to shake it if that proves to be what's offered by the gesture. There is a certain unfamiliarity to the acceptance of it, though, for Heng Zhihao is yet learning of the ways that are more typical here.
Kit Killovarras	For something so big, the aardwolfs touch and grip are remarkably delicate. Almost as if he's trying not to put too much strength into the gesture. Regardless though, he offers a warm smile and nods. "Honestly, I've never met someone like you before either." he says with a quiet chuckle. "From what I was taught, spiritual possessions are relatively rare. Couple that with the fact that most of my knowledge of the spiritual is from either daemons or gods and well.." he gives a little shrug. "Being able to speak with you has been a rather unique experience" After a moment he withdraws his paw, slipping both of them into his hoodie before he bows his head slightly. "Sadly, I should probably get going. I have a history test tomorrow afternoon, so I should probably get an early night." he says, almost entirely ignoring that it's already remarkably late by most peoples standards. Gotta love nocturnal creatures.
Vitali	The Siberian man tilts his head a touch to one side at the admission from the Aardwolf, and he inclines his head. "This one suspects that it would be a rarity to meet such here, and likely even in this one's home," he says softly, a hint of a smile touching his lips. "This one could not say how common a possession might be. This one has been doing so for a number of years," he muses. "If you wish to speak with this one again then this one tends to haunt the streets of Chinatown. There may come a time when this one will move past it." He withdraws his hand, pairing them together once again and letting the silk fall over his hands. He half bows, a hint of a smile touching at the corners of his lips. "Good luck," he says softly. "This one should be about what must be done. Xiexie ni, for the conversation," he adds.