Lyrik and Pablo: Soul Searching

As Pablo enters, the sound of a female voice is heard, speaking softly. After a moment, he sees Lyrik, sitting aside in one of the pews. She is looking upward, her expression earnest... Maybe pained. The language she is speaking in is not English, nor Spanish. She doesn't seem to notice Pablo at first.

	Pablo is curious. Everything in El Pueblito maintains a certain element of mystery. This? This is no different. As such? He makes his way over towards Lyrik, but will wait a moment before making any appreciable noise and interrupting.

As Pablo makes his way over, Lyrik notices him. She blinks, and a small smile spreads across her features. "Hola, Pablo," she greets. "Cómo estás?" She sits a little straighter in her seat and relaxes her hands in her lap, a small folded piece of paper folded in her palm.

	Pablo offers a small shrug, the tiny gesture rolling across the breadth of his shoulders. "Can't complain, I guess. That's something, right?" He motions to a spot next to her. "May I make with the sitting? With you, I mean." Then his ever curious eyes go to the paper in her hand.

Lyrik smiles and nods, "Si. Por Supuesto, Hermano." She slides just a bit to allow Pablo to sit next to her with comfort. The paper looks well-worried. She lifts one hand to pull some hair from her shoulder. "How long have you lived here, Pablo?"

	"Not very long. Maybe a month? Maybe a little longer? I was mostly in Mexicali before that. And back in Honduras before that. But I am liking it here, and learning a lot," he offers cheerfully. For a necromancer and jaguar priest, he is very good natured.

Lyrik gives one last glance upward, and then seems to consider a moment before returning her attention to Pablo. "I was told. If I have a need, you are the man to ask. What do you know, Pablo, of the local Santa Muerte followers?"

	"Not much, but only because I haven't made it my business to know much." A pause as the brujo youth regards the woman. "Do you have someone or something in specific you want to know about? Finding people, alive or dead, is easy. Getting secrets from them is a little more difficult but it can be done."

Lyrik nods again and looks down to the paper in her hand. She begins to speak, but then as Pablo starts to talk about the possibility of finding someone, alive or dead... She pulls her head up to look at him. After a moment, "you... You can find someone? After they have died?"

	Pablo nods. "Yes. Assuming that their souls have lingered as either a ghost or a spectre. If there's nothing left, not even my magics can bring them back. Not yet, anyway. I am still learning, and I didn't get a manual for the brujeria."

Lyrik chuckles a bit, with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. But she nods. "It's easy to feel a little... In limbo. When your familia has gone..." She turns to look at Pablo and holds up a hand, gently, "don't get me wrong. I know. I have familia here. But... I feel like a child again, si?"

	Pablo nods and then leans over and wraps his arm around Lyrik to give a brief squeeze. "You never know until you try. And I am very good with the trying. I would love to try for you, if you wanted."

Lyrik doesn't seem to mind the closeness for the moment it's there. She seems to consider, with deeply furrowed brow. "I..." She straightens her shoulders and looks forward for a moment before replying. "But, if I do this. What do I do if I find out he's.... He's really gone?"

	"Well, even really gone has ... layers of really gone. Like the queso dip?" A pause as he wrinkles his nose. "No. Not like the queso dip - like the 7 layer dip. Which has queso, but also guacamole and the beans and the ground beef..." A pause, "But the point is that there is much trying before there is really really really gone." He gestures and articulates with his hands. "Make sense?"

Lyrik furrows her brow, trying to understand this food analogy that she's been given. She looks over at Pablo and just smiles at him. "SI," she says, bouncing her head in a nod, "I think I understand. What do I need to do? To.... To reach out to him?"

	"I need a name. Having an item of significance, it helps. The dead, they remember such things even if they don't really remember. It still calls to them. Then all I need is time, blood and magic. And we can see what we will see." Pablo blinks a few times and eyes Lyrik thoughtfully. He is terribly curious about her.

Lyrik looks down at her hands folded in her lap for a while. She draws in a breath and wets her lips and, when she looks to Pablo and gives him an answer, her voice is soft and laden with some amount of emotion. "His name is Andrei Kirov," she says as she begins to worry with her hands. After a moment, she slides the silver ring off her ring finger and regards it a moment... A long moment... Before finally offering it to Pablo, "and that is all I have left of him."

	Pablo nods and carefully accepts the offering of the required items, name and object. "It will be returned to you - the object is not consumed by the magic. It just helps a little, and sometimes, a little bit of help can make a lot of difference. I will make my preparations and then you can come and join me when it is time to make with the magic, yes?"

It seems words have left Lyrik. She simply nods, canting her head to one side and clasping her hands together... She seems uncomfortable for a moment, and then simply says, "si... Si, por supuesto... Gracias, Pablo"

	Pablo offers a bittersweet smile, then leans over to offer a brief but genuine embrace. (little e since he's not a vampire and she already is!) "I will do my best for you. Just remember - this will be the first attempt at the first layer. Do not be too disheartened if its inconclusive."

Lyrik nods once more and returns the little-e embrace. "You are kind, Pablo. Very kind to me. I will return your kindness one day."

	"Don't even mention it. Let's just focus on making with the especial brujeria for you." A smile and then he rises and stands. "I will be in touch, as they say."

"Have a good night, Pablo!" Lyrik returns to her prayers.