Thread: Happy Birthday - Invited Players Only Please

kendov hunched down quickly looking either way,

where am i? what is this place ? those three didnt even say anything ..whats going on ?"

moving cautiously kendov peered into the stable.

Constantino runs out of the sunporch door toward the stables. Noting Kendov, his mind races momentarily before determining that he shouldn't feel threatened by the uninvited guests. Once he arrives at the stables he squeezes past Kendov without a word. Taking in the scene before him he pauses. Turning on his shroud sight so he can see both worlds he takes Kirsi's hand. "Just listen to the doctor sweet heart and everything will be fine. I'm right here at your side and Sophia is on the way."

Turning at last to the Doctor he changes his tone to one more businesslike, "Doctor, is there anything I can do?"

Finding herself behind the mansion, Lydia hears the scream. Turning to face the barn she sees the Giovanni family rushing towards the barn and Kendov following slowly. Not sure what is going she walks towards the barn. Walking up to stand next to Kendov she moves to open the door a bit more to see what is happening.

Sophia finds herself moving as fast as she can. She pauses only a moment when she first enters the stable to look at the others before running to Kirsi. She lifts the human girls head and lets it rest in her lap before grabbing her other hand and whishpering words of encorgement.

"Almost there amore, you can do it Tesoro" Sophia uses her free hand to brush Kirsi's hair out of her face.

Maddalena staggers as her mind goes clear. She hasn't felt this strange feeling in centuries. She can't remember the last time she had her body all to herself. She looks around in awe and a sense of rightness. This was home, this was where she belonged. She stands there as Kendov arrives, and then Lydia. She understands why Lydia is there, but not Kendov. Interesting. She expects Malcolm, Stan, and Cahill at any moment really. From the first vision she knew this time would come.
Somehow, she knew what she was, and she knew that was not right. She should have been here all along. So much confusion, but tonight was not about her, it was about the prophecy and the babies, and the girl, Kirsi.
Carefully she walked toward the stable, watching Constantino and Sophia come running by. It was a strange sensation, powering her own body again. How she wanted to run with them, to comfort her cousin as well! But in this clarity she knew that would be disasterous.
Maddalena stopped just inside the stable doors. She speaks clearly, but quietly enough that Kirsi will not hear her, she has other things to worry about.

"On this rock I shall build my foundation. The stone bearing the thirteen stands, three of the children are broken and missing. Yet one more balances on the precipice ready to fall away, into the sands of time."

"Alas lo Scion della morte, il principe di speranza… ancora una volta che mantenete appena davanti a quello che è il vostro attrezzo. I loro occhi si girano verso voi, che hanno rubato il loro premio ed ancora una volta dovete ballare il puppetmaster' il ballo di s o be è consumato molto dallo stesso potere che lo sostiene; maledetto per essere il furfante secondo quelli voi cerchi di conservare. Proteggere suo figli o siamo dannati! Lasciar nulla di male giunta alla progenie di morte. Salvo il futuro di death' trono di s e salvo noi tutti."

(((Alas the Scion of Death, the Prince of Hope ... once again you keep just ahead of that which is your tool. Their eyes turn to you, who have stolen their prize, and once again you must dance the puppetmaster's dance or be consumed by the very same power that upholds you; damned to be the villian in the eyes of those you seek to save. Protect her children or we are damned! Let no harm come to the progeny of Death. Save the future of death's throne and save us all)))

Maddalena kneels down and whispers "...e mi perdoni per quello che sono."
(((and forgive me for who I am)))

Stan watches the movements of the 'family' as they move across the court yard. A smile comes to his face as the posibilities of the future lay themselfs open before him. His mind is at peace with itself for the first time in 800 years. He stands watching from afar the birth. He wounders if this is what the wise men felt when the star called to them at the birth of christ.
He moves forward to Lydia and Maddy were they stand, taking their arms as he approaches.
"Avet not thine eyes. I belive that to be a proper phrase at this time."
He stands their knowing this is important. He watches using every sence he has, reaching into himself to highten them in order to take in as much of the situation as he can. He reaches to the blood of his family to watch the ebb and flow of reality around this event. He looks for the truth knowing it will present itself if he is observant enough. He waits for what is comming.

((OOC: heighten sences and eyes of chaos, if any prophacy comes to
him now he will go with it knowing Maddy and Lydia are there.))

Alastair comes down stairs just in time to see Constantino and Sophia run from the mansion and mutters to himself, “What the hell is going on? No one tells me anything unless it has to do with numbers.”

Quickly realizing that he will not find out anything unless he follows his cousins, he takes off running as fast as he can following his cousins to the stables, trying to catch up. He pushes his way past those that have already gathered taking note of the fact that he has yet to meet them formally. Alastair takes in what is going on.

Why have I heard of this before? A woman giving birth in some stables it seems oddly familiar somehow.

He then looks to Constantino and then to Sophia and without thinking, he says in his native Italian, “Non so cosa sta succedendo cari cugini, ma cosa posso fare per aiutare?”
(I do not know what is going on dear cousins, but what can I do to help?)

Kirsi groans, her eyes glassy and focused as she grabs hold of her knees and tucks her chin to her chest. Her face turns dark red and she is silent as she pushes and when the contraction has passed she falls back into Sophia's hands again. Sweat lines her brow and to those looking at her aura she is determined, but scared. To her family, to herself... it's hard to say, she mutters between gasps of breath, "Had to be near him... I had to be... close to..."

"Just keep reassuring her, she needs you right now." The doctor says, wiping a way a bit of blood from her thighs and buttocks. "Clean towels, we could use some more clean towels and blankets." Without being asked Guiseppe ran to get what was required.

"Perdonimi lo zio Cici, perdonilo prego… Lo ho bisogno!" she sobs, guilt and sorrow flood her aura.

"Here we go again Kirsi, hands back on your knees and ... push!" The doctor instructs.

Her chin back on her chest she rises from Sophia's hands again and is silent as the doctor quietly counts to ten. While she pushes there is nothing in her aura but determination and focus stronger than any metal made by man. Her skin tears where something bloody and flesh colored appears to be trying to emerge. As the tearing occurs on count 8, 9, and 10 ... pain overwhelms her aura and she cries out at the end, collapsing into Sophia's hands.

"Emelia... where Emelia?" she gasps, obviously not thinking clearly because of the all consuming pain she's in.

"Get ready Kirsi..." The doctor said softly.

"EMELIA!" Kirsi screamed, tears flowing freely from her eyes as the doctor called out, "PUSH!" competing with the young woman's voice to be heard.
In the shadowlands, wraiths of all kinds watched and waited in the same anticipation as everyone else present in the skinlands; observing the uniquely backwards process of death being birthed into life, knowing that even seeing this makes them somehow a part of this momumental event.

Those who can see (not just hear) the shadowlands can see there is a single wraithly presence, a plump baby boy, flickering in and out of being. Those who can hear will note the occasional wraith asking where the girl is or cheering the boy on with phrases of, "You can do it..." or "Almost there now, keep going little one!"

And during this madness, a new wraithly form appears just behind Constantino. Pale, slender and beautiful with no marks of her death marking her naked form as she strides forward from seemingly no where. Her voice, for those who can hear, is a soft soprano filled with genuine concern and care ..."I'm here Kirsi. Shhhh." Emelia whispers, her hands falling just above the location of Constantino's shoulder. "I'm here."

(( 1. Forgive me Uncle Cici, forgive me please... I need you!))

Sophia looks at her brother when Kirsi calls for her sister. Sophia lets her eyes shift into the shadowlands, wondering if Kirsi could sense something Sophia could not.