Naomi Halbine

theoriginalbloodcountess

To the Victor goes the Spoils || Mina/Naomi

"It seems I’m plagued with the condition of such a face." She mused, looking to her with a soft smile and a slowly raised brow. "You’re looking much better, I think the shower’s done you well. Would you like some tea? It’s the only thing I can really make, as you well know. Though, as I recall you are quite a bit better at it." She smiled, offering the cup over to her.

Mina was…a fine distraction, but perhaps too much of a distraction..? Naomi’s eyes lingered for a moment before she got up again to head into the kitchen to start another mug for more tea. She couldn’t help but wonder if it wouldn’t have been a better plan for Mina to stay with War for this time. Elementalists understood each other on a more…elemental level after all.

Mina sighed and settled into Naomi’s place on the couch comfortably. “I’ll take the tea, but just bring it with the bag still in, I’ll take care of the rest.” She agreed with a chuckle, curling her legs gently.

"Water can do wonders. So can food, and sleep. I’m sure I’ll regret eating so much tomorrow, but who knows - maybe not…" It was easy conversation, even as her eyes were tracking Naomi’s movements, searching for signs, waiting for a proper moment…

"Being serious was never my strong suit. Maybe, though…its warranted this time…" Nearly dying had been sobering, more than even she had the desire to admit just yet.

"…what’s become of Jamie now?"

Naomi paused in the kitchen, mug in hand and dark eyes tracking back to her for a moment before looking away again. "He um...got cornered by a party they sent after us. I couldn't get to him soon enough, he self destructed." She told her softly, turning back to her task and beginning to fill it with water.

"There's hope though. Do you remember Aethenial?" She asked, getting the tea bag and bringing both over to her on the couch.

To the Victor goes the Spoils || Mina/Naomi

Tea. Perhaps he only thing she knew how to make for herself, the remains of their shared indian food was already stashed in the fridge and the sound of a shower could be heard from the floor above. The lights were low on this level though, barely more then the amber glow of a couple of candles and the smell of her tea wafted into the air.

It was strange having Mina back, it’d been several years, and she couldn’t personally remember the last time Mina had slept in her home. The fiery red head was recovering well though, thanks to…well…plenty of indian food and rest. Had Naomi known she was in such danger sooner though…?

Gods…she couldn’t lose her brother and Mina so close together.

She shook those thoughts from her head though and brought the cup up lightly to blow at the steam and made her way back to the couch to settle in the plush cushions and watch the low, idle flames of the fireplace.

The water was, perhaps, the best thing she’d felt in years. After the long ordeals of the past few months, a simple moment to breathe, to enjoy having a stomach full and a back starting to heal, she could move again, and enjoy the company of the world once more. Mina could feel her strength starting to return, in part by the calming, constant presence of the woman down stairs, waiting for her.

It wasn’t hard to know exactly what she wanted to do, once the water was turned off. She pulled her hair into a towel for a moment, squeezing the moisture out before the ends simply started to smoke and curl themselves, steam rising from her head as she settled in front of the mirror. A brief look, a check of her cheeks and neck with a contented purr, and she was off again. The towel for her hair was the only thing between her skin and the air of the house as she started down the stairs again, the length of it wrapped loosely around her breasts, her eyes falling first on Naomi.

"Well, if that isn’t a serious face…"

"It seems I'm plagued with the condition of such a face." She mused, looking to her with a soft smile and a slowly raised brow. "You're looking much better, I think the shower's done you well. Would you like some tea? It's the only thing I can really make, as you well know. Though, as I recall you are quite a bit better at it." She smiled, offering the cup over to her.

Mina was...a fine distraction, but perhaps too much of a distraction..? Naomi's eyes lingered for a moment before she got up again to head into the kitchen to start another mug for more tea. She couldn't help but wonder if it wouldn't have been a better plan for Mina to stay with War for this time. Elementalists understood each other on a more...elemental level after all.

To the Victor goes the Spoils || Mina/Naomi

Tea. Perhaps he only thing she knew how to make for herself, the remains of their shared indian food was already stashed in the fridge and the sound of a shower could be heard from the floor above. The lights were low on this level though, barely more then the amber glow of a couple of candles and the smell of her tea wafted into the air.

It was strange having Mina back, it'd been several years, and she couldn't personally remember the last time Mina had slept in her home. The fiery red head was recovering well though, thanks to...well...plenty of indian food and rest. Had Naomi known she was in such danger sooner though...?

Gods...she couldn't lose her brother and Mina so close together.

She shook those thoughts from her head though and brought the cup up lightly to blow at the steam and made her way back to the couch to settle in the plush cushions and watch the low, idle flames of the fireplace.

#minamaefair

New Flames || Mina/War/Naomi

She knew the voices, of course - her favorite Kitten, it seemed, was Dhuum’s messenger as well as her Mesmer. That, or they had both died, and were really coming to greet her in the Underworld. Still, she tried to stay awake, her head rotating to face the ceiling again before she tried to drag herself up, managing only to crook onto her side, resting her head on her elbow.

She couldn’t help a swell of unreasonable amusement as she watched the bars shatter, her eyes slipping closed again.

"Did you let her wear white…?"

professor-war

War chuckled and shook her great head, “Oh no, Cub, you know just as well as I do that no one tells miss prissy what to wear.” She mused, ignoring the look she was sure the mesmer was attempting to burrow into the back of her head. “Don’t exhaust yourself, come here, you want a piggy back?” She asked, trying to control the disapproving twitch of her muzzle at the words, but she moved into the cell and began to carefully scoop her up.

Naomi huffed and shook her head, damn right no one told her what to wear, but the commentary wasn’t needed just then. “We have Aethenial waiting in the wing.” She said gently, hanging back by the bars to give War space to carry Mina out. “Once we have you clear of here she might be able to give you a little blood boost until we can get you somewhere safe.”

Mina reached for her with infirm fingers, her head falling against War’s large shoulders, her arm looping around one of her horns as she stretched around her neck like a decorative frill. “Just promise…you’re not the reaper.” She sighed, sagging with her eyes closed against her head, arms limp. “…thought you were gone.” She admitted quietly, looking over at Naomi for a moment, her eyes working at the corners, though not a drop appeared around her eyes, even as they fell closed. “Glad they didn’t get you, either.” She patted gently at War’s head.

Naomi smiled gently and moved forward to help her settle in War's grip and paused to brush her cheek gently. "You know even better then I that not even the Reaper could create a clone of me well enough to fool you." She told her lightly with a soft smile, though it faltered slightly, "I might well have been ended, had Jamie not made such a racket in escaping the party sent for us. But...discussions can wait until you've rested and been fed properly." She nodded, mastering her features again and turning to begin leading the way back out of the fort; keeping pace with War this time.

Golden Soloist || Jamie/Naomi

~HEY. YOU. I know you can hear me! I’m fucking pissed off and want to see my ass again, you’d better fucking answer me! HEY! PRISSY!~

Was…her mask….talking?

Naomi frowned harder, setting her phone aside as she headed up the stairs to her room, where her delicate golden soloist was calling out to her, and not in her usual tone. That was definitely Jamie’s bossy flat tones.

Prissy!? Oh no, that was definitely Jamie. She hurried into the room and picked up the golden treasure,

"Jamie!? Where are you!? Jax told me you’d gone missing how…how are you able to contact me? Have you regained your strength?" She asked, looking down to the empty eyes of her mask as if she spoke directly to her brother’s absent form. "And don’t be a brat." She added with a huff and a shake of her head. It wasn’t her fault he’d gone missing! She’d been scouring the word to find just the right parts for him and he has the nerve to call her prissy through her own mask. Brat.

~I’m in a fucking jar right now, I blame him, I blame him so hard, but tell me that he’s doing what I think he’s doing…? You’re fine? Where’s everyone else? What have you managed to find out…? /How/ are you not dead…? GOD I need answers!~

"Of course you need answers, you're dead and in a jar Jamison, a jar that is suppose to be in that nightmare hell hole of a tomb your little necromancer friend calls his basement." She sighed heavily and rolled her eyes, though she was certain her brother couldn't see it, and all the better. "We have all be working very hard to put you back together, and you just go missing, you couldn't wait until you had a body again? I even called in Aethenial, do you even remember her? Where have you gone? He can't finish his work with out you. Once I have you in hand again I will answer all your questions, I"m not just going to blurt them out to my mask."

New Flames || Mina/War/Naomi

She knew the voices, of course - her favorite Kitten, it seemed, was Dhuum’s messenger as well as her Mesmer. That, or they had both died, and were really coming to greet her in the Underworld. Still, she tried to stay awake, her head rotating to face the ceiling again before she tried to drag herself up, managing only to crook onto her side, resting her head on her elbow.

She couldn’t help a swell of unreasonable amusement as she watched the bars shatter, her eyes slipping closed again.

"Did you let her wear white…?"

professor-war

War chuckled and shook her great head, “Oh no, Cub, you know just as well as I do that no one tells miss prissy what to wear.” She mused, ignoring the look she was sure the mesmer was attempting to burrow into the back of her head. “Don’t exhaust yourself, come here, you want a piggy back?” She asked, trying to control the disapproving twitch of her muzzle at the words, but she moved into the cell and began to carefully scoop her up.

Naomi huffed and shook her head, damn right no one told her what to wear, but the commentary wasn't needed just then. "We have Aethenial waiting in the wing." She said gently, hanging back by the bars to give War space to carry Mina out. "Once we have you clear of here she might be able to give you a little blood boost until we can get you somewhere safe."

New Flames || Mina/War/Naomi

Naomi gave the charr a look. Yes, she understood Cinderseeker’s protest to her wardrobe, but it was going to be pointedly ignored. “What could have happened here..?” She asked with a frown, staying close and with in Cinderseeker’s heat shield, but bending to get a closer look at another pile of ash nearby. “It doesn’t look as if they were in battle. What ever happened took them by surprise…I don’t think we needed the full party after all…” She mused and moved to stand again, her gaze turning and locking down the hall.

"There….I can hear her…" She knew that magic, that spark, how ever weak it was just then. "Mina." She was off, down the hall, and briefly exposed to the heat that was trapped in these stone walls. It was like running through an oven set on high, but the relief of Cinderseeker’s shield returned suddenly as the charr turned and bounded after her to catch up.

They were running down a spiral case of stairs to the dungeon below. Everything was, indeed, dead. Nothing but ashes and char marks on the wall. “Mina!” Naomi’s voice seemed to echo in the eerie silence of this place.

Her throat was dry and cracked, though the rest of her felt rather wonderful in the heat; the stone wasn’t cold anymore. The world seemed perfectly stalled in an endless summer to her addled mind, and she could only manage a quiet whimper through the fog -

She knew that voice. But it was impossible. She was hallucinating. She was dead, and Dhuum had taken a rather cruel disguise. Still, she couldn’t help the small brush of joy through her numbed mind, her attention struggling out.

Her eyes fluttered open, her head turning towards the door of the cell. There was the faintest flicker of a spark, before the remains of the torch outside of her prison bars lit itself and acted as a beacon. The fire didn’t last long, however, even in the heat, as the bare ashes burned themselves out again in short order, the entire thing crumbling to the ground, echoed only with a somewhat defeated, quieter sound of her disapproval.

"There~!" Naomi gasped and the hard 'click' of her heal echoed in the heated chamber. She darted down the hall, War right on her tail until she came to the cell. "By Lyssa's Grace....Mina!" It was a terrible sight to see, the redheaded elementalist on the last lengths of her strength. Naomi didn't think when she reached out for the bars of the cell; wanting to break them, but only finding them to be scorching hot. She gasped and recoiled, her gloves burned and the skin beneath raw.

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New Flames || Mina/War/Naomi

The world had lost its focus several days before - everything was a blur. The fabric of what remained of her armor, tattered and fragmented though it was, acted as a wrap, where she could manage to pull it over her skin.

When she was conscious enough to know where she was, she reminded herself of the events:

Naomi was gone. Defected. They had wanted her dead. They sent out a squad and took Jamie instead. They tried to send her out, and she had refused.

That was when she’d been locked up. The Flame Citadel held more than enough space to keep her from anyone’s hearing, and despite protests, she was left to rot, or await news of her death.

Their mistake had been putting her underground, thinking to quell her natural fire abilities.

An Elementalist was only a strong as her weakest element, and Mina Maefair was still a force to be feared, and while she waited - first six days, then eight, and one more still - the voices of a large party, one meant for one thing only - to put down a Mesmer - were not lost on her.

The last thing she clearly remembered was the pain of ripping her aggression outward in an arch of fire. The devastation was lost on her, though the entire keep went eerily silent afterwards. The cold press of the floor came next, with a sting in her face and hands, her wrists bruised but now free from the bonds that had crumbled against her weight after the heat of her attack had cooled. The remains were kicked away with waning energy, the fabric her last defense against the cold that now seemed to chill her to the bone, dragging her into unconsciousness again.

professor-war

She heard the mesmer’s question, she had four ears after all, she wasn’t deaf, but she shook it off. “Of course she’s here, can’t you smell the scorched fur?” No? well of course she couldn’t, Naomi was only a human after all and their noses weren’t worth a damn. “The New Flame Citadel, raised from the ancient foundations of the previous, fallen dungeon. If only they had half a brain among them, they might have thought to bring her to the arctic instead. Little Firecracker isn’t going to be put out but a little earth.” She smirked slightly, her massive fangs peeking out more and the grip on her daggers tightened slightly.

"Something’s wrong though, it’s much too hot. It would be best if Twiggy and Twitchy stayed back. I can provide you with protection, but not for the both of them as well." Naomi’s confirmation was all she needed before beginning to stride forward, the mesmer easily in tow and as they approached the dark, imposing foot print of the cathedral the shield burst forth from her and fended off at least some of the lingering heat.

"Cogs and gears..!" She hissed. There was something very wrong here, and that was only made evident the second they stepped into the building. "Everything’s dead. These are soldiers…or what’s left of them." She observed, her foot brushing a pile of ash that had been in the shape of a fallen charr, until the disruption caused the whole lingering structure to crumble. "I would make commentary about you wearing white to a battleground, Ms. Prissy….again. But I think you get my point." War mused as she looked back to Naomi with a pointed look.

Naomi gave the charr a look. Yes, she understood Cinderseeker's protest to her wardrobe, but it was going to be pointedly ignored. "What could have happened here..?" She asked with a frown, staying close and with in Cinderseeker's heat shield, but bending to get a closer look at another pile of ash nearby. "It doesn't look as if they were in battle. What ever happened took them by surprise...I don't think we needed the full party after all..." She mused and moved to stand again, her gaze turning and locking down the hall.

"There....I can hear her..." She knew that magic, that spark, how ever weak it was just then. "Mina." She was off, down the hall, and briefly exposed to the heat that was trapped in these stone walls. It was like running through an oven set on high, but the relief of Cinderseeker's shield returned suddenly as the charr turned and bounded after her to catch up.

They were running down a spiral case of stairs to the dungeon below. Everything was, indeed, dead. Nothing but ashes and char marks on the wall. "Mina!" Naomi's voice seemed to echo in the eerie silence of this place.

Golden Soloist || Jamie/Naomi

~HEY. YOU. I know you can hear me! I’m fucking pissed off and want to see my ass again, you’d better fucking answer me! HEY! PRISSY!~

#open #open rp #someone's lost her brother #jaxthecarver

Was...her mask....talking?

Naomi frowned harder, setting her phone aside as she headed up the stairs to her room, where her delicate golden soloist was calling out to her, and not in her usual tone. That was definitely Jamie's bossy flat tones.

Prissy!? Oh no, that was definitely Jamie. She hurried into the room and picked up the golden treasure,

"Jamie!? Where are you!? Jax told me you'd gone missing how...how are you able to contact me? Have you regained your strength?" She asked, looking down to the empty eyes of her mask as if she spoke directly to her brother's absent form. "And don't be a brat." She added with a huff and a shake of her head. It wasn't her fault he'd gone missing! She'd been scouring the word to find just the right parts for him and he has the nerve to call her prissy through her own mask. Brat.

Don't let the smile fool you...

I leave....to find the last member of my party....and I come back to find it just...GONE? How does one just....lose something like that?!

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"When I’m done with you, you won’t trust your own mind. "

#naomijournal

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Kate Beckinsale at “Elder Scrolls Online” - The Voices of Tamriel [X]

#vanity #mariusthevampire #((don't know if you play elder scrolls-but thought you might find that interestingXD))

Masks Alive [Countess]

She listened and nodded slightly with a soft sigh, “I am sorry for giving you that impression, Countess. I never anticipated that Jamie’s mask was enchanted to return itself to you. It was in my possession when it…escaped. I had one of my masks keeping an eye on it and it seems it went along for the right. I would like that it’s returned to me before I leave tonight, it’s one of my most powerful weapons and I’ll need it going forward.” She smiled softly, though briefly.

Why was she surprised that the Countess had indeed deduced the correct culprit for Jamie’s murder? Such a well connected woman, was there really any use to keeping secrets from her..? Well…at least not all of them.

"Do you have a secure room for us to discuss more sensitive matters?" She asked lightly, her mind decided.

theoriginalbloodcountess

"No, no, he informed me a long while ago if he should perish, the mask would return itself. I did not presume it would journey on the back of a pug." Which the fawn canine was smart in its small mind to hurry itself away before destruction ensued. "You shall have it. Your mask is in my bedchamber." In the drawer of the nightstand closest to her. When she slumbered, The Countess swore the mask wiggled about wishing to be far closer to her.

"Yes, there is my study and my bedchambers. My chambers, I always scent out any electricity wishing to spark to record any of my words. We may converse in there while you are assured the mask journeyed safely with Jamie’s own." No more words to fall from her lips as she turned about upon heel and ambled to her bedchambers.