[Marcus and Breaker have been their for a while, she's now settled in and there's a Rabbi standing the door, looking prepared for, well, something, this isn't what he usually does.] (Marcus arrived first, IIRC. Though Miles, invisible, may be around at the about same time Red enters) * Red trudges in with her rifle still in hand. * Red waves at Marcus and Breaker and trudges in their direction. * Marcus waves back I take it you guys managed to take care of the tentacle monster? (Miles needs to be let in past the Rabbi) I guess those old Japanese animators weren't totally off their rocker. What? * Miles appears right in front of the Rabbi and blinks, taking a few steps back. Oh. I guess that would have been a long time ago. * Breaker paces in the middle. "You guys meant it about the pig right? I get a clean slate? I didn't mean to kill him, just, get him to back off." Oh, that. Uhg, yeah. An' sure, Breaker. We can figure somethin' out. ~ Hey Preston? ~ * Miles looks up. "Uh, can I co- will you le-... Enterplease?" He bows very quickly at the Rabbi. ~ Here ~ * Rabbi looks quite surprised and glances back to the group. "This one with you?" ~ I assume there won't be much of a problem for Breaker with the unfortunate incident when we found her? ~ Yes, he's good. C'mon in, Miles. ~ She'll be fine, we'll take some heat from family and police unions, but that's what our political types are for. ~ * Ben enters. If there's a carpet, he's bleeding on it. * Rabbi nods and lets Miles pass. * Miles scampers in and sits right next to Red, not looking once back at the Rabbi.. * Rabbi gets back to work once Miles is past. Breaker, I have it on good authority that there won't be any problem due to the unfortunate incident with the cops. 'Hey, you got any clothes I can borrow? Something that won't stain would probably be best.' * Red walks over to Ben and gives HIM her windbreaker, now. "Loincloth." * Ben ties it around himself. 'Thanks.' * Red nods and walks to the nearest seat, and sits. * Miles plays with that white ball again. He seems to find a lot of comfort in it, in such an uncomfortable place to him. What's botherin' yer, Miles? * Breaker looks fairly relieved. "So, what the hell is going on again?" 'Demons are real. So are aliens and mutants and other dimensions, for that matter.' It's just uncomfortable to be here... But you're my friend, so I should stay and help. ^_^ 'Apparently, you have the power to fight them.' And you're apparently to play a big part in keeping them from bothering us. Lucky you. I guessed that. ::she then gestures to Miles:: I take it this twerp ain't so bad? He definately felt different than those later bastards." * Red rubs Miles' head. Don't worry 'bout it. If you're really that uncomfortable, yer should go. I'll bother yer with the whys later. 'He's okay.' * Miles bows to Breaker. "Sorry if I scared you... And I told them I would help, so I'll help as much as I can." ^_^ * Saldin walks out from a back door that he couldn't have possibly been in beforehand. His 'arms' are behind his back. He's smiling. * Red grins. "The twerp is fine. Like I said, he wouldn't hurt a fly if it shook a gun in his face." * Miles blushes. Saldin? * Breaker looks slightly perplexed by the bowing, but nods back. "Right then, not your fault I guess. Glad I didn't rip your throat out or something." She smiles slightly for that last bit. It's a little creepy. Anno, I've never had that happen to me before... 'I have.' * Saldin nods at Red as he walks forward. Clothed, and still with the arms behind his back. "Hello." * Red looks at Saldin. "Care to elaborate on what the hell's happened ter ya?" * Marcus looks at Saldin. "What happened to you?" You've developed a terrible skin condition, all of a sudden. * Breaker at Saldin. "Weren't you a bird?" (Britishism for female, I believe. :P) * Miles moves closer to Red when Saldin walks near him. * Red pats Miles on the shoulder. 'What's so scary about Saldin?' * Saldin quirks his head. "Bird. Oh! Yes, I was. It was a side effect of defeating the demon that you, thankfully, will never have to experience." 'She has to experience being female all the time.' If I'm seein' the pattern right, it's that s.. er, that Saldin is a priest. * Miles nods slowly. Got no idea why it'd bother him, since he's not an evil spirit or anythin'. But it does, so. * Ben looks back at Miles. He never got an answer to his question... So, erm, you... turn into what you defeat? Ah.. good show! * Saldin smiles. "Monk, more accurately, and that is not completely accurate, Red. But this conversation is not about me. It is about Breaker, and her new gifts." * Miles sniffles and grips Red tighter. "I don' wanna talk 'bout it..." 'Okay. But can you at least explain what was going on with your knee out there?' (I'm going to run that joke into the ground.) (already did, probably.) * Miles blinks. "Knee?" Does this mean yer had a row with some poor Indian woman last week? Eh, whatever. An' don' worry, Miles. (I still look Indian. Just male. Sorry I didn't make that clear.) * Breaker glances down at her garb. "Wonder if I should clean these rags up... pretty damn disgusting, but demon ooze, that's sort of a bade of honor." 'You suddenly shouted "Oh knee" out there.' ( Ah. ) (Except for the arms, and the male-female thing, he basically looks exactly the same.) (Eyes, head, tattoos, height, general musculature Eh? Oh. Oni. Japanese word meaning something close to 'demon'. (female's slighter)) * Miles giggles. "Oh, Oni. It's, ah... Japanese demon. Really really really scary." * Breaker smiles. "I'll bet I could take it." 'Thanks. I'll have to remember that.' * Miles shakes his head. "Oni are very scary. Only eight and ninetails can stand up to them." 'Eight and ninetails? You're talking about other kit sunnies?' Kitsune, yeh. * Breaker shrugs. "Well.. I'll try smashing in whatever it has to pass for genitals and dig my finger in its eyes. That works for most things." 'Kit soon ay?' * Miles nods. Now that you notice it, he *does* have three fox tails trailing behind him. Apparently his ‘magic’ doesn't work too well here. (Ben's Japanese pronunciation is the worst you'll hear this side of an anime con. :P ) Eh, close enough. (MURDERATE!) * Saldin mms, leans over, and says, to Breaker, softly, in her ear, "I apologize for not staying with you, but it was necessary to defeat the demon. I hope you do not mind." * Red raises an eyebrow. (Now that Saldin's got tentacles, he's all over Breaker.) No problem... I'm just has happy to have one less bodyguard back there if it meant one less of those nightmares. * Saldin nods. "I am glad you understand." (If there is a 'lechery' part to the curse, nobody told me.) Anno, if you were wondering what the demons were swinging at, I was creating some illusions to keep them busy. I could never abandon someone like that... Unless they truly deserve it. Ahhh! I jsut thought they were fucking stupid. Nice trick. 'They can be f***ing stupid anyway." True 'nuf. * Red chuckles. 'The sort of demon who attacks you outright is usually stupid, in my experience. It's the other ones you have to be careful of. They can be tricky bastards. Oh, and deals with them never ever work out. Trust me.' * Saldin arches an eyebrow, but says nothing. * Breaker grins. "Sounds like the pigs. Err.. I can still call 'em pigs right? Even if I'm some sort of crazy hero thing." 'Nah. Now you have to call 'em f***ing pigs.' * Saldin smiles. "You can call them whatever you want. However, they might not like it." * Red rolls her eyes. "As long as yer work with 'em, call 'em whatever." * Breaker smiles. "Fucking pigs.. I could accept that." (OK, i'm off to sleep now. Laters all...) ( Later. ) (G'night) ('Night.) (Marcus wandering off or just going silent?) If you get ter the point where you're out busily doing good things, they won't care what you call 'em. (Marcus is going to hang around and continue to "participate". Just pretend he's saying useful stuff. ;-) (Ben nods at Marcus's insights. 'Very useful.') 'I wonder how the other team fared.' So. How does it feel to be a hero on the path to great adventures and whatnot? Could be fun I guess. Get a better gang, higher quality food. Real bed. All plusses of the job, yes. And you get to hang out with such interesting people. Oh, my old crew wasn't so bad. Talked about the dark and their agnst and shit all the time, but when the chips were down, they let me go to work. ::She smiles, almost sweetly. Almost:: * Red chuckles. * Saldin adds, "And, really, you do not have to be in a gang at all. As our strange motorcycle riding friend and Peter showed, you can even act by yourself, once you learn what the world wants, and what you want." * Breaker grins. "But if I'm alone, how can I be the crazy one." She then thinks for a moment. "But I could see loner." 'Well, no one's asking you to decide right now. You can spend at least a couple of days considering your options, seeing what opportunities present themselves.' 'Pick up some free food on the government's dime while you make up your mind.' * Breaker nods. "Works." * Saldin continues smiling. "Peter Gibraltar would certaintly be interested, and I know my temple would always be glad to assist in your training, no matter what path you take." (Oh, and on hearing that name, anyone who wants can retry that cultural arts (television/music) roll Americans still -2) * Ben grins. 'Yeah, kid, you'll love the monastic life. I can tell.' * Red snickers. (Ha! Saldin picks it up!) (Ha ha!) (The frickin' MONK knows his American TV better than Ben?) (The monk is wise beyond his years.) * Saldin blinks. "Ah, now I remember him. He is... quite the aggressive sort. Not completely unreasonable, however." * Saldin absently gestures with his arms without thinking as he says this. Oops. (Explain to me why Saldin mentioning the name allowed Saldin to make a new check. :P) (He thought about it after he heard it. :P) (And I forgot to give the check earlier) 'Hey, Saldin, can you hold things in those?' * Red shrugs. * Saldin smiles slightly. "I managed to tie my robe in them, didn't I?" He turns to Breaker. "I apologize. Another of those unpleasant side effects." 'Robes are the dirty cost of this line of work we all must pay.' * Breaker snickers. * Red smirks. * Ben absently notes that Miles has apparently vanished, but it's not unexpected. * Saldin does not seem amused, but he's still smiling. "My robe is not dirty. My former clothes, however, are, as well as destroyed. I shall have to make new ones." So... Breaker's safe here, right? 'You mean mystically, or by hand?' 'Because after blowing that tentacled f***er up, I owe you one, and I'll gladly buy you a set of clothes.' 'I seem to be in the market myself. I wonder if there's a place open late around here that sells 'em?' Ben, you should invest in armored clothing. Something fireproof. * Saldin shakes his... tentacles, in a waving motion. "There is no need to spend money on what I do not need." I have clothing now. It is simply that people are more comfortable when I wear something more normal. * Rabbi turns around. "There is actually a steadily expanding group of paramilitary types outside of the door. They seem to be content to let you talk for now, but I think she'll have quite an enterouge afterwards." 'Asbestos clothes could give me lung cancer,' Ben says as he puffs on his cigarette. 'And they're damn expensive.' * Red notes the irony, and goes on to say "Yes, but you could buy one suit and never have to replace it." 'You know a place that sells suits that could take the f***ing shit I go through? Love to hear where.' (Talk to the PK people. :P) Must say I don't. With everything I've seen lately, tho, finding one would NOT surprise me. * Ben's smaller cuts, by the way, are already starting to heal over. They don't leave scars. If there's demons and vampires and other dimensions, why can't there be an exceptional clothier? 'Fair enough.' That's whole grenade thing is a neat trick, but I think use different tactics when fighting. 'But you just know that they won't have anything in a flattering colour.' 'Yeah. I'm getting repetitive with the grenades.' Oh, they'll manage, I'm sure. They sell Kevlar in such stylish fashions these days. 'Maybe I should just stop shopping off the rack.' 'And I don't have your right hook, Breaker,' Ben adds, holding two conversations at once. * Red chuckles. * Breaker's stomach growls and she stretches and stands up. "Few do, even before this crazy shit." 'Not to mention that I lack anything remotely resembling Red here's aim.' < Breaker > Well.. think I'll get sponging off the government. Nice meeting you blokes. 'Yeah, guess we should get going.' Nice meeting you, too. G'luck with yer new career. * Red holds out her hand to shake. "Lemme know if you ever need a demon shot." * Breaker shakes it. "Will do." * Saldin nods, but does not extend a tentacle to shake. "Indeed. If I need to meet you, I will run into you, Breaker. Another person to aid in the fight is never a bad thing." * Ben takes out a heavily battered cell phone. 'Here, kid. Give your family or friends or whatever a call to let them know you're okay.' * Ben tosses the phone to her. * Red heads out to go get that drink, now. * Breaker grins. "Yeah, I'm sure. That makes a monky sort of sense." 'Monkey?' No, monky, as in of a monk. * Breaker catches the phone with ease. "Not so much family, but got a few people I suppose. Thanks." * Breaker nods and laughs, she then gets walking out the front door. 'Oh.' Ben smiles. 'Thought you were insulting me.' * Saldin smiles. "I understand what she means perfectly." He says as she leaves. "Good day, Breaker. I hope to see you again." * Breaker grins back. "Oh, you'll know when I'm insulting you." * Breaker smiles at Saladin. "Yeah, me too." 'Mind if I join you for that drink, Red?' Ben asks as he joins her. He's not hitting on her. He just wants a drink too. * Breaker then finishes walking out. 'But I may need to stop off at home first.' 'Damn No Shirt No Shoes No Service signs.' Sure thing, Ben. But you'd better not be hitting on me. 'No. I never hit on a woman who's heavily armed.' * Saldin says, to nobody in particular, "That seems smart, somehow, but my experience is limited." * Red grins. "Good. Nothing but trouble, us heavily armed women." 'They break your heart. With bullets.' * Red nods. "Indeed." * Saldin attempts to rub his neck. It does not work very well. He then walks out a door. Any door. [End.]