View source for Rachel & Soleil, 11/20/2002

<Elanya> Soleil was saying that things were done differently in the old days
<Rachel_> (ah yes, and I was getting him confused about who I was asking about.  Well, at least I know he can't read my mind now)
<Rachel_> Indeed.  How so?
<Soleil_> (She was going on about how she thought it was the Count he was related to, Count Anathene, and then I said that)
* Rachel_ is curious to know what he means, now. Matrilineal descent?
* Soleil_ flickers back into 'life' a few moments later.
<Soleil_> Oh, so tiresome...
* Soleil_ looks vexed.
<Rachel_> Yes, it is.
<Rachel_> Why do you fade out so often?
<Rachel_> We're in a freehold where most chimera are able to manifest without effort.
<Soleil_> Ah yes, but I am not like most chimera, as I'm sure you're aware.
<Rachel_> You are very odd, yes.
* Rachel_ smiles wryly.
<Rachel_> Where do you go when you're not here?
* Rachel_ asks curiously.
<Soleil_> A place you do not wish to experience, my dear
<Rachel_> Limbo?
<Soleil_> It is the place where dreams and shadows meet.
<Rachel_> ...
<Rachel_> What sort of shadows?  Not the Garou's halfworld...
* Rachel_ thinks out loud.
<Soleil_> Perhaps I should have said 'shades'.
* Soleil_ muses thoughtfully.
<Rachel_> ...
<Rachel_> . o O (Ghosts indeed.)
* Rachel_ looks thoughtful.
<Rachel_> What do you need in order to stay more fully in this realm?  Is it possible to ameliorate things for you?
<Soleil_> (how much gremayre/mythlore does Rachel have, anyway)
<Rachel_> (a couple dots of mythlore, and a couple dots of theology)
<Soleil_> Your presence facilitates things...
<Soleil_> I am fettered to you... The more often you call, the more easily I answer.
<Rachel_> Yet you only seem to show up when you wish to.  Not when I ask for you.
<Soleil_> It is far more difficult to manifest when others are present.
* Soleil_ sort of combs his hair with the claw on his thumb.
* Rachel_ sits down at her bureau and peers in at the mirror. Does he show up in it?
<Soleil_> (yes)
* Rachel_ makes note of that, and then lets her hair out of its ponytail and begins brushing it.
* Soleil_ watches her.
<Rachel_> Well... that's too bad.
<Rachel_> I had hoped you might be more useful than just a source of information which may - or may not be- accurate - how would I know if the history you feed me is all true?
<Soleil_> You could ask your lovely grandmother...
<Soleil_> But I doubt it would please her.
<Rachel_> and there would be questions...
<Soleil_> Quite.
<Rachel_> At any rate, I know I can't rely on you for protection, then.
<Soleil_> That is not entirely so
* Soleil_ lazily studies his fingernails.
<Rachel_> . o O (If indeed I could to begin with.)
<Soleil_> (which are impeccably manicured)
<Soleil_> You have but to ask... if it is in my power, it shall be done.
<Rachel_> If and when you're around, you mean.
<Soleil_> I hear thy call.
* Soleil_ sometimes slips into strange speech patterns.
<Rachel_> And if I'm attacked before I can call?  What then?
<Soleil_> That would be a shame.
<Soleil_> Alas, I am not omnipotent.
* Rachel_ stares into the eyes of his reflection in the mirror.
* Soleil_ is still looking at his nails.
<Rachel_> Indeed.  
<Soleil_> Would that it were so.
<Soleil_> I would like nothing better than to provide you constant vigilance...
* Rachel_ looks down as she sets down her hairbrush. She then begins to braid her hair.
* Soleil_ looks at her reflection in the mirror.
<Rachel_> So, what sorts of things can you do, dear Soleil?
<Soleil_> I can influence the mortal world in... minor ways
<Rachel_> Such as?
<Soleil_> Over fae things, I have more sway...
* Rachel_ nods.
<Rachel_> Of course.
<Soleil_> whispers and dreams...
<Rachel_> What sort of influences?
* Soleil_ shrugs, still watching Rachel in the mirror.
<Soleil_> I do a rather good poltergeist, so I'm told.
* Soleil_ quirks his mouth into a wry grin.
* Rachel_ laughs a bit.
* Rachel_ turns around to face him.
<Rachel_> I still don't know what to make of you.
<Soleil_> Are you frightened?
* Soleil_ asks casually.
<Rachel_> No... if you wished to harm me, you'd have done it by now.
<Soleil_> That is well.
* Soleil_ smiles.
* Rachel_ scrutinizes him for a long moment.
* Rachel_ looks resolute. If you do mean to twist her heart to hatred, she's on to you and will not be swayed. ^-^
* Soleil_ doesn't seem too intent on anything
<Soleil_> A test, then? Is there something you wish me to do?
* Soleil_ stretches his arms over his head.
<Rachel_> I'm not sure.
<Rachel_> You say you don't know what happened to Kolya, the seer...
<Soleil_> Not precisely... I gather it was unpleasant
<Rachel_> Quite.
<Rachel_> He is useful to me, and to the Countess... or, he was.
<Rachel_> I would like to know what *did* happen to him.
<Rachel_> And if there is a "cure" for it.
<Rachel_> Maybe you cannot help.
<Rachel_> But, if you can...
* Rachel_ shrugs.
<Soleil_> I can investigate...
<Soleil_> Where the dead walk, even crystal eyes cannot see
* Rachel_ smiles.
<Rachel_> Death may have nothing to do with it.
<Soleil_> That would be the hope, one supposes
<Rachel_> I just meant that looking there may yield nothing.  But it is a start, anyway.
<Rachel_> And an angle others may not have.
* Soleil_ debates explaining what he meant, and decides better of it.
<Soleil_> ... Quite so.
<Rachel_> What are you keeping back from me, Soleil?
<Soleil_> Hm?
<Rachel_> You seem to be not telling me something.
<Rachel_> I am not a child, Soleil.
<Soleil_> (It doesn't seem like deceiving so much as, he was going to say something and then thought, no, that might upset her)
<Soleil_> (I don't want to say, you stupid girl, I meant your grandmother can't see me because I'M DEAD)
* Soleil_ sighs. It is of no matter.
* Soleil_ waves his hand dismissively.
<Rachel_> (Oh, I thought he was hinting that he could look into things among the other restless dead.)
<Soleil_> (well, I wasn't)
* Rachel_ 's eyes darken.
<Rachel_> ...
<Rachel_> Soleil... I'd appreciate it if you'd say whatever you need to say to me.  Always.
<Soleil_> I did not think it necessary to correct you.
<Soleil_> Some might find it offensive.
* Soleil_ seems untroubled.
<Rachel_> Correct me?  What did I misunderstand?
* Rachel_ relaxes a bit. That's all it was, huh?
<Soleil_> Your grandmother cannot see me, because I am *dead*, sweetling.
<Soleil_> She cannot see past the shroud.
<Rachel_> Ah.  I thought perhaps you had some other avenues you could pursue, that she could not.
<Rachel_> Thank you for clarifying.
* Rachel_ doesn't seem perturbed by her misunderstanding or being corrected.
* Rachel_ smiles towards Soleil.
* Soleil_ smiles back charmingly.
<Soleil_> Am I off, then?
<Rachel_> If you wish.
<Soleil_> Do you wish me to begin immediately?
<Rachel_> The sooner the better, I suppose.
<Soleil_> I do so enjoy thy company... The sound of thy sweet voice is as music...
<Soleil_> But if I must away...
<Soleil_> So be it.
<Rachel_> You must be pretty bored in among the shades.
* Rachel_ says dryly in response to his flattery.
<Soleil_> I have learned to amuse myself...
<Soleil_> Anon, sweet Rachel...
* Soleil_ fades away
<Rachel_> . o O (Did he call his sister all those names... because I find that a little disturbing, if he did...)
* Rachel_ finishes packing things up and heads off to meet whoever will be transporting her to Emerald Fields...
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