Closed A Nuit Hidden a Nuit Found[Maya Frostfawn]

[Morose]

1 Fall 523 Morsare opened the door leading into Maya's home, quietly walking inside. Behind her there was a click as someone relocked the door, likely the same person who had unlocked it. Rather than ransacking the place or stealing anything Morsare just looked around, slowly moving about and inspecting the place. Scoffing the Nuit spoke to herself out loud. “Young Nuits. Its almost like they want someone to realize they are one. I mean look at this place... Clearly no one alive lives here.” The more aged Nuit who had been in Sunberth for some time quietly moved about, checking one thing after another but leaving everything as they found it. While the commented on how badly discguised the place was, seeing as she was there before seeing the contents of the place meant that was not how she learned of Maya... At least so it seemed. At the moment she was in a female body, a somewhat androgynous one that was slim and stood just under six feet tall. Short ear length brown hair poked out from below a simple black leather hat with a small rim around the base. She was dressed causally enough in a put together suit, that looked a bit out of place in Sunberth in how nice it was. Black top and bottoms tailored to her current form, with shiny brass buttons up the front, and a black shirt underneath. The Nuit made no attempt to hide herself, and at the moment there was no one to hide from. But she also showed no interest in robbing the place. From the outside there was no signs of a break in, and only once going inside would a normal person notice her. After considering her options among the various ramshackle furniture the Nuit finally let out an almost human sigh before standing off to the side near a wall, and waiting for the person who owned the place to return. Maya, the homeowner, was the one she wanted to talk to and was waiting on. Once they eventually did return Morsare would wait until the other Nuit noticed her before cheerily waving and greeting them with a grin. “Well hello. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever coming home... Almost like you don't have much use for a proper living space. Cannot imagine why... Anyways, I figured we should have a little talk Maya, one of the newest Nuit residents of Sunberth. Why don't you come on over, and we can have a nice long chat about you and your future.” This would be said quietly but clearly, without much ado, and leaving quite a few questions for the Nuit to ask. Such as who this person was, why she was there, or other such queries a person might have to find a person in their home and questioning them. Visually the woman was quite well disguised, and did not outwardly appear like a Nuit by her dress or motions, and would take a keen observant eye to notice what she was.

[Maya Frostfawn]

Maya's fingers were pressed into either side of her patient's neck. Her nails tickling his sweaty skin, picking up dirt as much as the salty tears as they worked their way into his pale flesh, searching for something she could not name and the good doctor was struggling to describe. "What do you feel?" he asked. "He's sweaty," she replied, simply. "A little warm." The patient swallowed, deeply. She could feel the saliva making its way down the length of his throat. The doctor rolled his eyes, seemed like he was fighting the urge to groan. "And what about beneath the surface? Under the skin?" Maya frowned, kept prodding the man's skin with her icy fingers. "I think he feels a tad tight. As though he's tense or something." The doctor stepped forward, motioning for his apprentice to back away so he could survey the patient himself, check her work. His fingers slid along the man's neck, feeling for things he had felt hundreds of times before. After a moment, he motioned for Maya to come closer. When she was within a few feet of him, the doctor reached for her hand and pressed it firmly into the side of the man's neck. "Do you feel that?" he asked. Maya nodded. "It feels like there's a bump beneath the surface. Something small--perhaps the size of a pea." The doctor nodded. "That shouldn't be the case. The man is ill." Maya nodded as the doctor released her hands. They already knew that--he had come in with an obvious fever, (he was sweating and pale), and continued to cough periodically. It was a dry-sounding cough, which he didn't so much as try to cover with his hands or his shoulder or a cloth. When he had come in for an examination, he had also said that his throat had felt rather scratchy for over a week, which was no surprise either, given the cough. As the doctor moved away from their patient to study him with his eyes, Maya did the same--drinking in his pale, sweaty skin. His simple attire, sandy blonde hair. Tired-looking brown eyes. "Maya, what do you think is wrong with him?" Maya blinked, turned the doctor. She had been caught off guard--she hadn't expected him to address her. "I'd say he had caught a cold," she replied. "Entirely possible, and the most likely." A pause. "What should we suggest as treatment?" the doctor inquired. "Rest," Maya began. The doctor nodded. "He should drink a lot of fluids too. Water... peppermint tea with a little honey would coat and soothe his throat. It should be hot, if not piping, at least on the hotter side of warm." A pause. "Although, the cooler it gets, the less effective it will be," she added. "The doctor nodded. "Anything else?" Maya thought about it for a moment. "A blander diet than his usual?" The doctor sighed. "No, that won't have much effect and what you suggested should do for now. Now, on your way, both of you. I have work to attend to." "Yes, doctor," Maya replied as she showed the patient out and then followed them out of the Clinic, closing the door softly behind her, before making her way back home. When she arrived there, she was surprised to find that someone had already beaten her there. A person she did not recognize. A woman. Maya blinked. She hadn't been expecting any guests. Nor had she given anyone the keys to her flat and the authority to enter when she was not around... but this was Sunberth, so she wasn't entirely surprised that someone had taken the time to break in. "People do have to work you know," she replied calmly, as the stranger continued to speak. Had she a functioning heart, it might have skipped a beat as the stranger continued speaking. How had they known? Was it that obvious? She'd thought she'd done a fair job in disguising herself... but then again... one look at her flat and one might assume no one lived there... or she was really, really freakin' poor. But she no longer had a heart that beat and hadn't in awhile. And she had long forgotten the meaning of fear. The meaning of unease. Slowly, she approached the table, and took a seat, never peeling her eyes off the stranger as she settled herself into her chair and tucked her attire neatly beneath her. "It appears you already know my name, or I would have introduced myself." Her eyes passed over the entirety of the woman that stood before her--from head to toe, trying to drink in every little detail in case it was important for her to recall later. "Which just leaves you. Whom might I have the pleasure of addressing now that you've come, uninvited into my home?" There would be no true inflection to her voice, other than in that single word, but it would betray nothing of what she might be feeling. For... she felt nothing. Just blank. Although, a sense of confusion was beginning to prod at the corners of her mind. Curiosity. For she had no idea what had brought this lady into her home.

[Morose]

Morsare simply watched with a smile as Maya entered her home. Her face stayed the same, the same small smile, as she listened to the Nuit unlocked the door, entered, and then went inside to find Morsare there. It was the details, the elder Nuit decided, that really made things come together. Things easily missed that others might overlook. But if Maya had come home to find the door unlocked she would have known right away something was wrong and been on guard. By having it locked back behind her, and not breaking in but entering by skill - not hers but another's- the Nuit had managed to keep her off her guard and unaware anything was wrong until the last moment. While the younger Nuit was not entirely expressive, she did come across as a bit surprised or maybe even stunned to find her there. But perhaps because Morsare was doing nothing outwardly threatening the younger Nuit did not run away or do anything else right away to indicate that she was alarmed by the unknown woman's presence. "Yes, people do work. But based on your normal schedule, I figured you would have been home at least five chimes ago. Busy day at... Well what would you call that place, not exactly a hospital... Clinic maybe... Doesn't really fit it either. Not quite a butcher shop either, they're more consistent at hacking things up to see their insides." If Maya did in fact have a regular schedule she normally kept this might be a bit alarming, finding out the woman knew such things about her and her comings and goings... Of course since Morsare was simply making this up and did not really know her schedule that well there was also a chance Maya would find her words to be incongruent. Or perhaps she would not even notice the small stretching of the truth, or perhaps not even care about it one way or the other. "I get it, your still new to hiding your nature. Back on Sahova, there was no need, and I don't believe they give lessons on hiding your nature from humans 101 or something to those who depart. They don't do they? I'd be surprised if they did. Maybe if you survive for a few more decades in hiding your work things out properly on how to act and such. Maybe even sooner if your a decent study. I'll give you a bit of advice, just to ingratiate yourself to me and to start things off on a good note. With anything, the details are whats important. The small little things. Notice those small details that living people leave behind, learn to copy those, and then maybe you'll be able to hide yourself half decently. Here is a test. What does a living humans garbage receptacle look like? Whats in it? I know the answer, but seems like you don't." When the Nuit proceeded to take a seat at the nearby table Morsare continued her place perched against the wall, watching the young Nuit just as the young Nuit watched her in turn. Letting another grin stretch across her lips Morsare shook her head, eyeing the young Nuit before her. "Uninvited. That has such... Negative, connotations. I was certainly invited. By you in fact. Or more to the point, your actions. The things you did, or did not do. All of those things invited me here. Maybe you did not formally invite me, send me a long written note welcoming me and asking me inside. But you invited me all the same. And trust me, if not me, many others you would be much less happy to meet would have been invited. Like those who would rather smash open a Nuits head than talk to them. So be happy you only invited little old me with your actions. Or at least, only invited me for now... Who is to say what your future actions will lead to." Once more the elder Nuit smiled and watched Maya as she responded, able to notice reactions even with an undead that would pass unnoticed by others with less skill than her. "As for my name, well that would be Morsare. And what brings me here, is you. Namely, I'd like to blackmail you. Not entirely onesidedly mind you. If you do well, it might even be to your own advantage. And don't worry. I don't want you to kill anyone by way of combat, lets face it most anyone could easily kill you in a fight. No, I just want something you can easily get and give to me. Information. That's all. And in turn, I won't go about spreading your secrets all willy nilly. Doesn't sound so bad, does it?"