someone's cold one is giving me chills

[spiderwife]

Date & Time: forward dated to about 7/14, early morning
Location: Koltira's sweet lakeside property
Characters: Koltira & Araña
Summary: attempted motorcycle theft.
Warnings: probably not, but that koltira sure is creepy and dead, so

[ Esteban, for once, is quiet. He sits silently on Araña's shoulder, although he'd been active and investigative as ever during the long walk out from the city. But as she'd drawn nearer to the lake, the one she suspects is Koltira's, the monkey had gotten quieter and... well, a lot more cooperative. It's weird, but she'll take it.

It's about ten minutes before dawn, and the eastern sky is slowly beginning to lighten. With the glow, Araña can see that, yes, there is a cabin here. And right out on the porch, a bike. She grins, pleased, but drops quickly to a crouch at the edge of the foliage to get a better look around.

That dude had been pretty formidable. She's not trying anything until she has a good idea of where he is. ]

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[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira spends every morning in meditation, and that's where he is now--seated in the center of the lake, on an icy platform, legs folded one over the other. His eyes are shut and he's half in plain-clothes (a black tunic) and half in armor (his greaves). Byfrost is stuck into the ice beside him. Typical morning.]

[spiderwife]

[ Shit, he's there. Right there, with the bike in direct sight of him. His eyes are closed, but Araña knows better than to trust that. No one falls asleep sitting up, and she's not banking her theft on his keeping his eyes closed for however long it takes.

She settles down from her crouch into a proper sit, leaned up against a tree. This could take a while, but she can be patient. After all, she seriously wants to try out that bike, and he can't meditate forever, right? ]

[deadelfwalking]

[HOURS weeks LATER, Koltira eventually gets up from his place and strides back to the cabin. He's not looking anywhere in particular; in fact, his agitated expression suggests that his focus is entirely inward, which means he doesn't think to check on any perimeters or investigate any bushes before going inside. The wooden door claps back and forth a few times as he slams it shut; the sound of a bottle being opened soon follows.]

[spiderwife]

[ awww yeah, HER CHANCE. And just when she'd been starting to get seriously impatient, and wonder if this guy had died sitting up, or something. A minute or two more goes into watching the cabin, to be sure he won't pop back out again — and then she hops to her feet. Esteban stays behind, but Araña moves forward slowly, eyes on the door and window, and makes it up onto the perch.

This? This is kinda nerve-wracking. Also, delightful. She makes for the bike. ]

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira sits inside his cabin, drinking heavily, as he does basically every morning after meditation. Chloe, his sometimes roommate, isn't around--cavorting somewhere in the city, no doubt. So it's just him, downing an impressive amount of scotch and staring idly at nothing in particular.

But his ears are long, and the lake is a quiet place. His ears twitch as he hears soft footfalls approach his porch.]

[spiderwife]

[ She climbs the steps softly and drops to a crouch next to it, at the ignition, careful to keep the bike between herself and the window. She squints at the controls for a few seconds; she'd gotten a good look at it all earlier, so she thinks she knows what position things have to be in to make it move.

Maybe.

She reaches for the key and gives it an experimental twist, to get it the way she'd seen it. ]

[deadelfwalking]

[The engine roars to life, and Koltira's sensitive ears prick forward at the sound. He leaps out of his chair, shouting.]

Who's there?!

[spiderwife]

[ oh boy, here it goes. She's already grinning as she hauls the front wheel stairwards. She swings a leg up over the seat, just as she'd seen him ride it, twists the handle in the same way, and — oh, shit, this thing takes off fast. She nearly spills backward as it leaps off of the steps and hits the ground proper, but manages to cling to it. She might even make it off his property, at this rate. ]

[deadelfwalking]

[Koltira rushes out onto his porch as soon as he hears the bike take off. What the hell? Who would be out here, and who would have the absolute audacity to steal from him?

Once he's out and he gets a better look at the situation, his jaw tightens. That girl. What an ingrate.]

Not so fast.

[He throws his hand out in front of him and ghostly energy bursts from his palm. The energy is shaped like an enormous, grasping hand, and it's coming right for Arana's throat.]