Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 12:04:08 AM)
*the sound of nature was always present even around and inside the Sugar Mill, from the Crocs and other things within the pool at the base of the sinkhole within the Mill to the birds outside. The moonlight that peaked through the doorway was broken up intermintantly from movement outside but it wasn't until the sound of humming could be heard that the moonlight was finally indirectly shut out. As a figure entered the sugar mill, dressed in a traditional long shirt or Camisa, from the middle east. The man who's appearance wasn't exactly what you would expect was that of a 40ish arab man as he made his way inside, humming all the while, his right hand held a set of prayer beads that he continually manipulated*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 12:08:04 AM)
*Tasha furrowed her brows, trying to regain her focus. Was there someone else in there? She lifts her head slowly, trying ot avoid catching attention by any sudden movements, and directs her gaze to the humanoid figure who just enters through the door. She squints her eyes and bats her lashes to wash off the blurryness, and soon is totally awake. Curiously her eyes follow the man as he moves about, waiting to see what he's up to. She trusts the shadow to hide her..atleast from any mortal eyes.*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 12:13:30 AM)
*he quietly made his way through and headed to the sink hole itself as he began to lower himself down to the pool below where something within begins to stir, the large lizard shows up and when it does the once Arab looking man drops his mask and the horrific appearance that is real, shows itself, his flesh seemingly still decaying like he was a Samedi, but there were also signs upon his face as well as arms that he has been burnt as well. The croc would chill, but the pirahna on the other hand seemed to pace as if waiting for him to enter the pool, he however simply sits at the edge and continues to manipulate the prayer beads*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 12:17:22 AM)
*The hair at the back of her neck stood up at the sight of transformation that freezes her to place. The alarm bells rang in hermind, bounding the sound of early hangover to her head. Her hand reaches for the bottle, and brings it up to her lips for a quik gulp or two. Then she takes a deep breath, forcing herself to her cool mode, before she stands up.* Ey! *she calls out while hauling herself up from the corner.* You there! Halt, please!

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 12:19:20 AM)
*tilts his head as he looks up from the pit and the pool, not having expected anyone to actually be within the place. His voice sounded similiar to Vincent Price, but had an arabic inflection to it and not a thick accent that you would expect from someone recently off the boat.* Who's there?

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 12:23:09 AM)
*Her head starts to spin soon after the quik raise, and she takes support on the wall untill the world looks steady again. Then she straightens herself up, and sways on stiff legs towards the edge of the pit, where the darkness veils her better vision.* That's my question. Who's there? *she responces, squinting and stretching her eyebrows in effort to get a clearer image of the creature at the hole.* That's restricted area, just so you know.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 12:26:10 AM)
*softly chuckles, as she peaks over it would seem the gentleman is once again appears like a 40ish arab male* You are quite right, this is a restricted area. What is a young thing like you doing here hiding in the shadows of the mill?

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 12:27:37 AM)
Come back out here and I'll tell you. *she slips her hands into her pockets and waits.*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 12:30:31 AM)
Very well, give me a moment. I'm a little slow at my age. *he carefully stumbles up and out of the pit looking relatively normal now for the most part. although the long shirt that he is wearing shows signs that it has been in the pool before already, in fact there seems to be a couple small rips within the shirt. After straightening himself up, he looks up and over to Tasha awaiting her to speak then*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 12:34:23 AM)
*The big eyes of the young tipsy woman look him up and down, takign in the details that are visible. He could almost hear the rusty wheels turnign in her head and locking to place. Finally she speaks.* Don't try, I may be drunk, but not drunk enough to be fooled. *she comments rather casually without any real threat to her voice.* And why am I here? Just bunking, really. And watching that no people try swimming in that pool there. It's not safe, you know?

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 12:36:04 AM)
Fooled, what ever do you mean. And I'm well aware of what lurks within the pool below. Bunking...*he tilts his head a bit as he looks her over* Why would you be resting here, my dear?

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 12:39:44 AM)
*A wide smirk spreads over her face, and her eyelids fall to cover the blue of her eyes half under the long eyelashes* Why not, my dear? And why would you ever WANT TO go there if you knew? Come on, I saw you flip your skin over on your way down. Now I only need to know...are you one of US, or someone else? *she tilts her head coyly*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 12:43:34 AM)
*he softly chuckles* Well, my dear. If you know where it leads. You would know fully well why I would want to go there. And what do you mean, flip my skin? I've done no such thing. *he then looks her over* What do you mean one of US?

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 12:49:07 AM)
I know fully well alot of peopel would want to go there just to find out what IS there, you know. *she shrugs, still holding the smile on her face.* And as one of US, I just try to do my part on protecting the secrets. So pardon me, if I appear a little blunt. I mean no offense. *her eyes turn momentarily away from the stranger, as if giving him a sort of an apology, but then return to him with full awareness and study.*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 12:52:54 AM)
Ahh...but there is more than just what appears to be there. If you are one of US, you would know that as well, no? And you aren't that blunt. Perhaps it's the drink that has made you so brave. Fear not, you have not offended me.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 12:55:07 AM)
Heh. Well good! *she comments and lifts the flask bottle out of her pocket to take a quik swig from it. Then she wipes her mouth to the back of her hand.* so um...yeah. I'm Tasha. Since oyu asked. *she offers another smile*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 12:58:45 AM)
Did I? So, how exactly are you one of us, Lady Tasha?

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 1:02:50 AM)
Well, I am not sure yet if I am one of YOU, but to on of US, I am a servant. *she holds the bottle to her chest and gives a little formal bow* Aaaand that's about it, I guess. So you understand why I would get a bit territorial. It's kind of an instinct. *she shrugs lightly* So, who am I speakign to? Now that you know my name and identity.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 1:05:22 AM)
An Ansar. *nods* I should have known. *he looks her over a bit* Not too long though. I am Naji ibn Petra. *he offers her a slight flourish of a bow with the whirlwind hand very arabian of course*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 1:09:58 AM)
Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, mr. Petra. *she gives another smile, and then glances at the bottel in her hand. She offers it to him* Ehh...sorry. *she remembers and draws it back to herself* Not alot of hospitality in this place, so.... *she shrugs again and then sighs. Her fingers push her hair back over her head, givign her scalp a brief uneasy rub while she thinks.* You new in town?

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 1:11:48 AM)
*chuckles* Petra is the name of my Sire, my dear. Not a surname. You may simply call me Naji. Yes, I am new here. What gave you such clear insight? *smirks a little*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 1:15:34 AM)
Since you didn't know me from before. *she grins* Always possible for me to forget a face, but most people know me around here. And welcome to New Orleans! From my part atleast. I know these elitists don't all want to give you that friendly a welcome, but never you mind them. Just remember not everyone is dead yet. *she winks* So! What brings you here? Or is that a secret?

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 1:17:22 AM)
Here to the Mill or New Orleans?

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 1:17:32 AM)
Both.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 1:19:22 AM)
*chuckles softly* Well I came to the Mill to see the Witch and inform her about my presentation. As she requested I tell her about it after I made it. As for my presence in New Orleans, I needed to expand my horizons and learn more of myself by starting anew.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 1:22:20 AM)
Hm. *She nods a little, and gives him another look over in the very dim light that radiates from the open doorway behind her.* I guess that makes sense. I wouldn't mind learnign a bit more of yourself too. *she comments quietly, as if speakign half ot herself. She burps, and lifts her eyes back up to his.* You don't look like one of us.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 1:23:06 AM)
What have you never met an Arab before? *smiles*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 1:26:22 AM)
Oh yeah, I have. *she smirks* Done one. But I ment one of the kind that lives here. and the Witch. 'US', you know *she waves her hand in a loose circle in the air to add to her explanations.* You'r way too smooth-cheeked and handsome. I've seen that trick before, performed by others....the corpses. You sure you'r not one of THEM? *her eyes narrow again*

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 1:29:41 AM)
*tilts his head* Corpses? For the most part we are all walking corpses, my dear. At least, those of us who have been embraced. However I assure you that my lineage is the same as the Witch. And it's only polite, not everyone can stomach are true appearance. Even a servant such as yourself may have issues with it.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 1:30:13 AM)
(are = our)

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 1:33:59 AM)
Yeah, I don't deny it. And I thank you for the concern over my....stomack. *she nods, her face once more serious.* But it is curious... The way you mask yourself. Like I said, I've only seen it done by others. *she tilts her head, and takes a couple of steps to the side, then back again, circling aroudn a bit to look at him from every angle.* I am sure some aroudn here would like to learn that trick. Nice for you, to have somethign to offer to them in return for the learnign you get from here. I'll ofcourse help you any way I can without cost. *a smile again crooks the corners of her mouth upwards* Just 'cause you'r family.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 1:38:33 AM)
*smiles* Why thank you, but it's a fairly common ability to our family. And I've already met one such individual interested in learning who is not family. Although, I have no intention of teaching him. However, if there is one of the Hunters that wish to learn it. I may be more inclined to teach it to one of them than anyone else.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 1:42:54 AM)
I wouldn't teach anythign to anyone outside the family just like that. *she purses her lips and furrows her brows* My own monster is very absolute about that. And he's propably right. Those things are the greatests of secrets after all, right? *She turns aroudn and returns to the main hall, where she stops in the ray of light in the middle of the floor to scratch her head.* Ehh...sorry if I interrupted you on your business. I don't mind if you dive in the pit, just didn't want anyoen to get hurt doing so that's all.

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 1:44:43 AM)
Well, I don't know if it the greatest of secrets as there are several families capable of this besides us. The Banu Haqim, Walid Set, and Bay't Majnoon all can hide as well.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 1:49:19 AM)
Yeah, but those who can prolly want to keep it as their secret aswell. Ah well, woh am I to say, I'm just a servant, still. *she shrugs and looks out the door to the moonlight outside.* I know that _I_ would want to learn it, hehe. All in good time, I guess. *then she returns to the shadow nearby, where she was sittign against the wall. She grouches down to the spot to regain her position.* Ahh, if you'll excuse me... I must return to snoozing. It's been a logn night...

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 1:50:06 AM)
Very well. Peace be with you my dear.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 1:53:37 AM)
And you, my dear. *she lifts the bottle, toasting towards him, even thoguth she can barely see him anymore, their shadows divided by the ligth in the middle of the room.* If you need something just...look me up, alright? Maybe I can take you for a little tour in the city some day..

Naji ibn Petra (Oct 3, 2011 1:54:15 AM)
That would be nice. I'm sure my wives would enjoy that as well.

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 1:57:52 AM)
Heh. I can't quarantee that. But maybe. *she shrugs, and then hangs her head to her chest. Obviously she goes into a shut-down mode.*

Tasha Ribakov (Oct 3, 2011 1:58:02 AM)
(and I must go. Thankyou for the play. Se ya!)

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