@lady_grimm: Previously swallowed up by a portal of her own making, Arturia brought herself, as well as the grotesquely smoking but otherwise alluring madame, to the first place that came to mind, hoping for time alone to handle what she needed. For her, that first place happened to be the inside of a small church on the outskirts of Raven's Landing, yet another city famed for its supposed genuine supernatural population. Arturia took a few steps back, waving her hand over her nose. "First things first. Can we put out the stick? It really is disgusting, and a flame hazard....And you'd probably look and smell much better without it." She smiled, attempting in her own way to make some sort of positive statement, though perhaps unintentionally insolent.
After Lilith was consumed by the abyss that seemed familiar to one of her own, she made no sudden movements. More out of curiosity than fear in regards to the strange being in front of her. Eyeing her surroundings, it seemed that the two were teleported to a small religious building in a town that Lilith was not acquainted to, but reaked of magical energy.
"Hm? The cigarette?" Abiding by the stranger's request she simply tossed the tobacco onto the floor before stepping on it with her spiked heel. "How about introductions? I've stated my name as Lilith Grimm before you managed to spawn us here….But what of yourself?" Lilith smiled deviously as she leaned against a wall and crossed her arms casually, "Who…What are you?"
@lady_grimm: There was actually a hint of surprise when Grimm agreed to stomp out the cigarette, but satisfying, and Arturia graced her with a smile before taking a step back herself. Pulling on the tails of her skirt, she bent her knees in a formal curtsy, introducing herself in standard ladylike fashion. "I am Arturia Emina Esaith-Auttenberg. And I'm a person." A curt manner accompanied her last statement, unhappy at being addressed with "what are you?"
"Oh please? A person?" Lilith giggled lightly into her hand at the thought of it. "I meant no offense. You and I both know that those pathetic creatures in New Orleans were barely people. More like worms beneath our feet...But you and I...More than people. Wouldn't you agree that there is some truth in that comparison?" She finished her question and began circling the girl before her and measuring her size and stature, imagining the possible abilities she possessed.
@lady_grimm: Marginally unnerved by the change in behaviour and almost predatory circling, Arturia took up a somewhat defensive stance, a slight bend in her knees as she too began to shift her position, eyeing the woman just as she had her. Particularly vexed at the words, she spent quite a while actually considering the thought in her head. When she settled on something, she seemed quite agitated, doubtful, but defiantly shaking her head. "No...No, I wouldn't. My....father? Father was one of them." That's what my dreams tell me. A sympathy garnered by thoughts of dreams of a parent she didn't even know, and the thought of "eating" worms didn't exactly appeal to her.
Somewhat taken aback, by Arturia's bold response, Lilith paused behind her and placed her hands on her hips, "Now are you saying that out of respect for him? Or because you don't want to acknowledge your true power? Refusing your place in the Hierarchy of lifeforms?"
A glint of admiration shines in Lilith's eyes as she leans forward, "Embrace it, as I have." Bringing her hands to her knees and slowly to her shoulders, her once gothic and rock style attire gradually dissolves into a one piece spandex suit with the occasional rubber metal combat pad for protection and a dark purple cloak to complete it. "What made you stop at that bar in New Orleans? I highly doubt it was a pale woman smoking a cigarette that caught your attention."
@lady_grimm: Continually unnerved by the woman's disquieting demeanour and the mere sound of her words escaping her lips, a chill ran through her body and Arturia stiffened up. "I....." Unsure of herself, she found she was unable to truly fathom an answer to the follow-up. A slow turn brought her face to face with her more experienced elder, gradually wiping the bemused expression from her face as she gathered herself enough to respond. "I...had a dream. Of my inheritance. I heard there's a woman who lives in New Orleans who knows...things. You look odd. I thought you might be here."