Journal #8: The Vetala [Text Roleplay]

Celuriel: Please don't starve me. You promised no harm.

Celuriel has pretty much been lurking around the barkeep's area permanently. Watches any other visitors with caution.
 
Drowbie: So what do you think about
the strange group of people we have here
Celuriel: ...your friends?
 
Drowbie: Some more than others ... but yes my friends
 
Celuriel: they're loud
very loud
Drowbie: Well they're almost always in here.
Not much on the loudness huh?
 
Celuriel: it was never this loud at the tower
not like this
only screaming
 
Drowbie pulls up a chair and sits across from Celu
 
Celuriel starts, not expecting the motion, before tilting her head and simply watching him.
 
Drowbie: That tower was something, well interesting to say the least.
 
Celuriel: it was home, once
 
Drowbie: When did it stop being home?
 
Celuriel: ...when sister overtook mother.
 
Drowbie: Not a fan of your sisters? I didn't get to see her that much since my friends blinded me.
 
Celuriel: ludrissiel was the older one, the better one.
she proved that.
 
Drowbie: Was it really that bad?
 
Celuriel: …
she turned me into this
mother taught both of us all she knew and helped us study father's scrolls, but sister was better at it all.
 
Drowbie: Was your family nice before the shift in power, it was a necromancy tower it's kinda hard to understand without knowing much about you.
 
Celuriel: ...my father was an elven necromancer who was banished. he built the tower, but attracted too much attention
i was too young to remember, but our mother hid us whilst he fought
he did not win, and we were sealed away
 
Drowbie: So it wasn't your choice, for anything was it.
If I might ask, why is it that you really only speak to me?
 
Celuriel: you have a past, too.
 
Drowbie: Yes...
 
Drowbie looks at Celuriel with a tilted head.
 
Celuriel: i can.. tell the ones who are darkest
you have a lot of shadow
your race notwithstanding
 
Drowbie: Surprisingly you are correct though most Drow don't have a 'good' story
 
Celuriel: you are different
 
Drowbie: I want to ask why i'm different because you seem to dancing around something
 
Celuriel: i see the world through different eyes
you are
not like most
there is something following behind you
in the mists of another world
 
Drowbie: What
 
Celuriel: i am a seer.
 
Drowbie said in a why do you know that way
 
Celuriel: i was cursed before i was killed, and death brought.. new shades to life
 
Drowbie is just looking at her
 
Drowbie: I would say I'm at a lost for words but I've a hunch for a little bit.
and here I thought you were talking to me because of my sparkling personality.
 
Drowbie says with a clear joking tone.
 
Celuriel: you are the nicest, too
the others seem wary around me
you.. help.
 
Drowbie: Everybody needs…
Not sure why there wary of you, When they let a Drow they nothing about walk around with them.
 
Celuriel: they were meant to kill me
 
Drowbie: There strange people Celuriel, I think that's why I stay around them so often.
 
Celuriel: they seem to ignore importance and look at minutiae
 
Drowbie: They’re very much scatterbrains
 
Celuriel: yet they fail to see what stands before them
scatterbrain does not explain that

Drowbie yawns
Drowbie brings out the Hamock and attaches it to the wall
Celuriel watches.
 
Drowbie: I can't help them that much when it comes to that, a lot of the time people just cant see whats there.
What? you watch people alot why?
 
Celuriel: i watch you all.
you to make sure you are safe
the others so there is less harm
 
Drowbie: Don't you sleep?
 
Celuriel: no
I am, for all intents and purposes, dead.
 
Drowbie: So what do you do just sit there and watch me while I sleep, do you like walk around.
 
Celuriel: i watch, and i see
there is much of your world that you do not see
 
Drowbie: So now that I understand that whats with the hand holding?
 
Drowbie with a small smirk
 
Celuriel: you are warm and it should help stop others from attacking either of us
 
Drowbie: Those are two different things completely.
 
Celuriel: ...i do not understand how that matters.
 
Drowbie: it's more like I guess being dead you tend to have different values such as being warm
I mean we are a walking group of targets most of the time. We get attacked every other two to 5 days. You should relax or read a book.
 
Celuriel: i.. don't have books
i don't have anything
 
Drowbie kinda knows the feelings.
 
Drowbie: Well fix that I'm pretty sure they'res book somewhere on here.
 
Celuriel: they aren't mine
 
Drowbie: You know you can ask to borrow them right
I mean that journal over there is free to read for anybody, it's just a bunch of my thoughts
 
Celuriel: those are your thoughts, though
 
Drowbie: Yeah it's my way of keep track of the stupid shit that happen. Somebody needs keep track of it.
 
Celuriel: isn't sharing them dangerous?
 
Drowbie: No, if there is anything too personal I wrote it in abyssal, which only one other person in this cart knows. And the journal only goes back about a month or two ago
 
Celuriel: abyssal? that is a strange language
 
Drowbie: When your a Drow you pick up a thing or two
 
Celuriel: i am best with infernal
 
Drowbie: I hate to ask but pre or post vampirism
 
Celuriel: both
we spoke a mixture of elven and infernal
mother preferred elven
sister liked infernal
 
Drowbie: Was you family nice to you, not your sister, like you mom and dad?
 
Celuriel: mother was always focused on worshipping her goddess
it is why she taught us
it is why ludrissiel turned her into.. that
 
Drowbie: You didn't have a childhood did you?
 
Celuriel: not really
 
Drowbie: That sorta makes two of us.
 
Celuriel: oh?
 
Drowbie: Can you picture a Drow Childhood?
 
Anyways Celu I'm tired and need some sleep, If your going to stay awake and doing something, fill free to read that journal.
 
Celuriel: ...rest well
i will make the nightmare stay away
 
Drowbie: Okay Dreamcatcher