[Sodium_noir] Saturday Evening - En route to the Sinclair Party

[Mara Ravenclaw]

Jack, Aurora, Christine, Mara, Mitsuko
Temple of the Five Dragons

> Mara felt it. She wasn't sure what she felt but her finely tuned senses and
> Vampiric instincts were aware of something. Perhaps the stress this young
> red-haired mortal was putting on her body. Or the way everyone held their
> breath in anticipation.

Something was happening here.  She could feel it.  There was something, even if she couldn't put her finger on it, but it seemed like at the moment, she wasn't the only one that wasn't breathing. 

And Aurora crumples for a moment at Jack's head, laying perpendicular
to his body, breathing heavily and hard.  She was relieved, but
winded.

Alarmed by Aurora's collapse, Christine starts forward hastily. She  
finds herself looking down into two faces, Jack and Aurora, almost  
touching heads, making an L shape. Aurora, she is relieved to see, is  
breathing but as though she has just run a marathon. Jack still looks  
ill - pallid, undernourished and covered in wounds, livid against his  
pale skin. Yet, somehow, the edge of desperation has gone, the scent  
of death no longer clinging about him.

Mara doesn't move, because Christine already has, and she has no wish to interfere, or be in the way.  But even so, her vampiric sense tells her that the stranger has improved somewhat, the stench of rot and death that had fiercly clung to him had dissipated now.  Aurora, she could hear her labored breathing, trying desperately to normalize, like a person that had just run a race or just had some serious acrobatic sex.  

Christine looks around at the monks, at Mitsuko and at Mara, still  
here, still surveying the scene with iron patience. 

As Christine turns to look at her, Mara folds her arms, offering a not so subtle signal that her supply of patience was starting to run out. She looks at her watch.  Five minutes, and she would be out the door, with or without companions.  

>Something definitely needs to give, here. Christine hesitates, not sure what to do or suggest next. She's burning to know more about Jack, scared  
too. Maybe, though, her curiosity will have to wait until the guy has  
slept and is more recovered. He may no longer be at death's door but  
he is still very far from 'chipper'. Then, there is the Sinclair  
shindig which also draws Christine strongly; she's Seen Aurora and  
Mara and herself there, after all. It's like a junction, a knot of  
fates where many different threads tangle. Also, thinks Christine  
wistfully, much better chance of getting a drink - or several - at a  
party.

The man was coming to.  With her heightened hearing, she hears him offer his gratitude to the women.  She mentally rolls her eyes.  She'd found the guy, and helped drag him into the temple.  It was an annoyance that he did not acknowledge her, but she wasn't ready to kill him for the slight.  At least, not yet.  

"So, what's the plan?" she asks cautiously.

Mara speaks before Aurora does.  "Well, I can't speak for Aurora or Mitsuko, but my plan is that I'm leaving here in five minutes."  Her tone is matter of fact, the flat neutrality of it hiding her growing impatience.

(Tag ladies and gents)

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