Enter the Necromancer

Kintaru wandered into the cafeteria, his bandolier with the bells strapped across his chest. One hand rested nervously on the handle of Ranna, the Sleeper, as he glanced around for any signs of hostility. The bells were an integral part of what he was, but they had gained him quite a bit of hatred at first meeting most places he went. So he wasn't one to take any chances. Several people met his gaze, but his own quickly moved on, so as not to seem like he was over-confident. He jerked when someone approached him.

Aelmyr a new girl herself had only been here for a month or two. Sh met his gaze and smiled lightly, 'cute one....He looks new.' she though and turned to Ezmerelda whom sat near her,"Looks like we have a newbiee here." she wispered gentley yet kindly.

Ezmerelda nodded and looked and observed him.

Aelmyr rused her long white hair with her fingers her red eyes closed as she came across a painful knot.

He raised an eyebrow at the gaze of the young white-haired girl. His other hand went to Saraneth, however, when he saw her eyes were blood-red. He nodded, and continued surveying the room. Seeing that no one else found any interest in him, he headed over to the table that the girl was sitting at. He bowed slightly to her and her friend. "Kintaru Sesshoumaru. And who might you two be?" he asked politely, his hand still resting on Saraneth, the other now at his side.

Aelmyr giggled slightly, "I am Aelmyr Dontair."

Ezmerelda smiled and nodded "And I'm Ezmerelda Verendez."

Aelmyr's pale skins was covered by a black shaw her black jeans and tee under neither where hugging her slender body.Being only 15 years old she was very beautiful.

(((OOC: Hmm. *studies post* I'm taking that description, plus the list in your sig, as a hint.)))

Kintaru smiled. "Ezmerelda, Aelmyr," he repeated, saying them flawlessly, just as each had said their own. "Two names with very different meanings," he said with a strange, faraway look. The girls didn't know it, but he knew both of those names, not in connection with either of them, but in connection with a couple of old friends. "Do either of you mind if I sit?" he asked.

Occ: -_- Maybe :sweat:

Ezmerelda smiled, "No not at all, do you Aelmyr?" she said looking at her still smiling.

Aelmyr was kind of tooken from his last statement, "Oh no, please do." she said smiling slightly.

(((*laughs* Aight.)))

Kintaru nodded, and sat down across from the two of them. There were a few curious glances in their direction, but the glancers soon found something else to look at when Kintaru's piercing eyes met their own.

"So. What might you be?" he said, looking dead at Aelmyr. "And you, of course, Lady Ezmerelda. Just this one has me EXTREMELY curious."

"What?" she was kind of confused by his question, "Well if you mean powers I have the power of contacting the dead, 'm a well vampire slash angel as well." she looked oddly, "But I mean I can control my cravings I'm not like most." she said sorta freaked.

Ezmerelda rolled her eyes,"Don't mind her." she said smiling, "I have the same powers I'm just not an angel.

Kintaru raised an eyebrow. "Both of you take care that, in contacting them, you do not raise them and make my life more difficult. I am an Abhorsen, the last of my line, and probably the last Abhorsen, period. Where Necromancers raise the Dead, I travel into Death itself and lay them back to rest, sending them beyond the Ninth Gate." He shuddered. "That is why my skin is so pale," he said, baring his forearms. His skin was nearly as white as Aelmyr's hair. "The River of Death leaches the very life from the Living that dare to enter it. Trust me when I say that it is not a pleasant experience. I do not wish to do so here."

"My father was the same." Aelmyr whispered and sipped her coco.

Ezmerelda smiled, "I'm an Acrinocrina.We only contact our ancestors and others." she said and stood, "Nice to meet you.I need to get some rest." she said and curtsied and walked out.