[Date: September 8, 2020. Time: 2000 GMT] [You've finally decided to take up the invitation to the bar/restuarant/nighclub 'Wretched' at the invitation of Eris.] [Some just heard rumors or came along, Saldin just shows up as you get there.] [The lounge is in a slightly sketchy but fairly actively part area nightlife wise.] [There's a rather classy looking front with tinted glass, can't really see inside.] [It is apparently fairly active, there are actually a couple of people leaving when you walk up.] [Both late twenties, one fairly short and stocky, the other taller and whispy.] [Start] I'm just saying he gets a bad rap, don't know what the hell Gaiman has against him. As for Adams? Toerag? What the hell was that? * Kurt blinks and obviously misses the reference as he steps past to enter the pub. Look, if the *Jedi Knights* can get recognized, it's worth spending some time here. Oh easy for you to say, you've got a members of the Avengers. * Saldin walks out of the pub just after Kurt enters, somehow defying all laws of time and space, wearing his chinese-ish clothing, and proceeds to look confused. Par for the course, for him. * Tim walks with a forced grin on his face, he's changed back into his usual clothes cargo pants and tshirt combo, and for some strange reason only known to himself and the clerk he bought the dye from his hair has turned blue. Bright blue. * Marguerite quirks an eyebrow and follows Kurt in, nimbly dodging Saldin as she does so. "You comin' or goin, monk-boy?" * Saldin stops walking and turns around, looking at the bar in confusion. "Apparently, coming." Hey Saldin, coulda used your help this morning. [So, you get inside.] * Saldin walks into the bar, towards Tim. "Oh? You could have? How?" [The place has a pretty classy look, and a wide selection of patrons, all look human though. Some of you may recognize the Lloyds of London Insurance agent dining with two women and a bald monkish looking guy.] * Tim 's grin gets even wider, "I see you haven't heard yet, Angel got off with a warning to not do it again." [There's a small dancing area and a stage, on which a female singer in a nice purplish dress performs with some jazz backup.] [There's also a bar, with a few people sitting at it.] She fucking what now? * Marguerite , for the record, is still in camo. Urban camo, but camo nonetheless. * Tim turns to Maggy, "She got her pay taken away and a warning to not do it again. Isn't that simply wonderful?" I didn't want to know that. * A female maitre looks vaguely bemused as you enter. "Just a moment, you're expected." * Frei walks up to the bouncers, wearing a tight white halter with pixel art of cherries on it and the words 'Pop Me' underneath in pixelfont, as well as tight black leather pants. You know, something typically bourgeoise for him. "Evening, Laurel and Hardy." * Saldin looks around at the people. "A warning...? Angel? I do not remember any Angels." Morning, Fourth Stooge. [In general people are in moderately formal and or fashionable wear.] [Oh, last bit of descript, there are booths in the back, and maybe a few alternate entrances.] * Tim gives Saldin an odd look and then shakes his head, "Blond? Red leather? Trigger happy? Got herself kicked off the island?" * Frei puts a hand to his eyes to visor them and stands on tiptoe. "Wow, am *I* underdressed." * Marguerite notes Frei's arrival and immediately perks up. "Well, look who decided to show." * Kurt looks down at his sweats. "And I'm not?" * Saldin ahs, and nods. "Ah, I see. She didn't give me her name." He pauses, and then adds, "Saddening, that there was no punishment." Yes, it is. Unfortunatly _I_ can do nothing about it. And that's what I'm going to do. Nothing, with lots of whitnesses around to prove I was doing nothing. * Tim nods. Sounds like a good plan. * Eris walks up from the back, she's got a nice but not too revealing green dress on and her wings are visible. She gets a polite nod, wave, or three on her way too you. "Glad you took me up on my invitation." Can't pass up free booze. * Saldin 's gaze lingers on the monkish looking guy, but then he looks at Eris and nods absently. Nothing like good company to break up the monotony of training. * Kahlya tentatively heads in the place, darting her eyes around, still holding the door. Her black hair is currently being worn down and she's wearing makeup and lipstick to make her appear older. She's dressed in a tight black halter dress along with her normal leather boots. She also has on silver bat earrings with a small red stone encrusted in them. * Monkish guy gives an almost unnoticable nod in return to Saldin, he then continues conversing. * Kahlya also, for those who've seen her before, has added a bit of, um, padding to her front. * Maitre de looks over to Kahlya. "Hello, I'm afraid you're going to need to show some id for..." * Eris shakes her head. "Welcome." * Kahlya picks up a duffle bag she left outside the door (also black) and steps all the way through. Can we sit down? My dogs are killing me. * Kahlya looks at the Maitre de and blinks. "Oh. Right." She pulls out her "id" anyhow. * Eris nods begins to lead you to a big table in the back of the room. * Frei brightens too, when he sees Mad Dog, and snaps his fingers as he walks over, changing the halter for a nice suede button-down and a pair of black slacks. "Evening, my gunpowder goddess. I wasn't going to show, but I remembered you'd be around and drunk. Couldn't pass that up." * Marguerite snorts. "Sweet talkin' gets you nowhere, hotpants." * Tim follows Eris to the table. Bah. I just changed out of those. Keep up. * Marguerite heads to the table! * Miles walks up and taps Kahyla on the right shoulder, while staying to her left. How he got in is anyone's guess, although nobody gives him any heed except for maybe Saldin, which he keeps a sharp, and cautious, eye on. * Maitre De nods at Kahlya's ID. "Nice job there." * Saldin follows as well. He doesn't seem to pay Miles any mind. Hey, invasion of the kids who aren't as young as they look. Morning, Miles. [The table already has a selection of snacks on it, more h'ourderves than chips or pretzels, but still look pretty tasty even if you don't go for weird cheeses.] * Miles smiles brightly at Kurt. "Hi Kurt!" (I briefly read that as "...nobody gave him any head except Saldin..." o_o) (....) * Tim turns and sees Miles, "Hmmm." (...Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.) * Kahlya smiles slightly. "Thanks, I guess?" She turns to the left immediately and gives Miles a smile too. "So you decided to come too?" * Eris sits and a waiter shows up fairly quickly. Brings her a tea pot and cup, both fine china, on a silver tray, and puts it in front of her. He then goes on autopilot to take orders. ( Silver in case of werewolves. ) Anno... yes. A little bird told me people'd be gathering here. ^_^ I guess they're all going to the table. Ugh, sake does fucked-up things to my stomach. * Eris nods in acknowledgement as she sips on her tea. * Waiter continues to take orders. * Frei chuckles. "Ever drink it out of a geisha's navel?" You get used to it after a while, heck I'll take some. * Saldin smiles cheerily and says, "Actually, I would like one glass of sake as well." * Grysar sets mode: +v Miles Naw, they don't let me in to those kind of places. Anymore. Oh well. To each his own. Beer. Whatever you've got that isn't watered down Japanese piss. * Kahlya looks around quietly to see anyone she knows at the party. But if she meets anyone's gaze, she diverts it just slightly. (* Kurt gets served watered down American piss.) * Eris smiles. "This place makes a point of not serving piss of any kind." Oolong tea, please. ^^ Good. Kinda figured, given the dress, but gotta make sure. 'course, knowing my luck, the drinks will end up on me. * Waiter gets over to Kahlya. "And for you?" * Jason opens the door and holds it open, not entering the building just yet. He's distinctly underdressed, seeing as he's wearing his usual leather and jeans, same silver cross in his left ear and shades, but he doesn't seem to particularly care. * Frei leans back in his chair and crosses his arms behind his head, giving Eris the eye briefly. "So why the invite? Out of curiosity. Not like I'm going to pass up a good party." He suddenly gets a distracted look. "Though I was AT a rather good party in the old kabuki district. What they say about Asian men? Patently false." * Maitre de looks up a Jason and gives a smile with a hint of a smirk. "Your party is in the back." * Kahlya looks distracted for a moment then snaps up at the waiter's voice a moment later. "Mmm? Oh...um...I think I'll try a margarita. With lime." * Saki walks in through the open door. Or more like stalks in. She's also wearing her usual leathers. And shades, too! * Jason grins at him. "Thanks." He steps in, too, and glances around before heading to the back. Preseumably with Saki. * Kurt looks up at Jason enters. "Oh no." * Saldin obviously looks around the room. Mhm? * Miles is very well dressed, actually. Nothing too fancy, but he doesn't look like he just came from a baseball game either. He regards Kahlya. "Wanna know who's who?" ^^; * Tim twists around to look at whatever it is the others can see and he can't. * Marguerite looks over at Jason. "Huh." * Kahlya looks off to the side slightly, again distracted, and then turns to Miles, giving him a bit of a smile. "Oh. Yeah, that'd be helpful." She sits back sheepishly in her chair. * Saki goes in with Jason, yes. [Saki and Jason get to the back and join the fairly large table. H'ourderves continue to be available and the waiter is there to take their orders.] * Marguerite looks over to Eris. "Yeah, why the drink, other than bein' friendly?" [Eris is in a nice green dress, wings showing.] * Saldin looks back at the table and says something under his breath to himself in what is most likely chinese. * Miles points at each of them in turn. "There's Kurt, there's Maggie, he's Tim, and he-... He's Saldin. I guess she's Eris 'cuz that's what I've been hearing, and I dunno who he is." Miles says the last one as he points at Frei. * Jason grins, particularly at Kurt. "Hey." He has a seat. Hey. YOu gonna blow the place up? * Saki takes a seat, too. "Yo. I'd appreciate advance notice, so I can get the hell out. * Eris looks over to Marguerite. "Personal amusement to be honest and doubtless something more insidious, but largely amusement.." * Tim blinks, "I missed something." * Frei wavlies his fingers. "Dark and spooky! Green and wingy! It's a floor wax, it's a dessert topping..." He stops. "Wow, I haven't even had anything to DRINK yet." * Kahlya looks at each of them in turn and leans a bit on the table, saying softly back to Miles. "Well, names help. But I've found names less important. Who are they? I mean really." Yeah, me either, and I'm gettin antsy about it. * Jason shrugs. "Ain't polite to set a party you got invited to on fire." He laughs. "'Sides, I'm gettin' free drinks here." Anno... * Kurt visibly relaxes. * Tim eyes Frei. * Kahlya takes a little glance at Frei and a small grin appears on her face. She almost whispers whistfully. "Although he's kinda cute.." * Saki looks over a menu, frowning. There's no burgers. (Yes! I am! =^_^=) * Eris grins over at Jason. "Delightful, damn sexy and manners about pyromania as well." * Frei notices his ears burning a little and swivels toward Tim a little, and gives a jaunty wave. "Hey there, playboy. I see you weren't eaten by wolves. Always a good sign." Kurt's fun. He's German, although I'm not sure what that means exactly... Tim knows Katie (yes, Katie), Maggie has a really big gun, and Saldin's really scary... (BWAR. *looms over Miles*) * Kahlya sideglances at Eris and blinks a bit at her, turning back to Miles. "She's a little boy crazy, isn't she?" Yeah, I hear all the eating was done at the other end of things. * Kahlya then looks Miles in the eye. "Huh. Saldin's scary?" Shit, it was. Clawed right across my midsection. * Saldin looks nonthreatening and monkish! You can read the page for his description. * Kahlya looks back at the one known as Saldin. * Eris then glances to Saldin. "Oh, and just a word of assurance, while no patriarcal Gods likely protect you here, in the words of my ancestral homeland, 'Don't start nothing, there won't be nothing'" She says the last bit as if reciting Shakespeare. * Miles nodnods. "Uh-huh!" How so? * Kahlya keeps eyeing Saldin as she says that. * Frei looks raverish! Sort of, because he's in tasteful suede now. But there is the silver hair/red eyes thing. * Waiter calls over another to take any future orders and then goes to get what's already been asked for. * Saldin looks over at Eris, and smiles enigmatically. "I did not look forward to dying today, and I don't believe many of them would want to see that either." I dunno. He just is... * Jason idly orders a drink before shaking out a cig and lightning up with his thumb. This is so not a non-smoking section. Then I turned into a werewolf for a bit and apparently kicked the crap out of Kurt, there. * Saki orders something alcoholic. * Eris looks over to Marguerite. "How was that?" I won in the end. Ouch, well, you both seem to have survived. * Kahlya looks at Maggie and frowns. "You went were? Aww, sorry I missed that." I pushed her off a helicopter. Don't remember. And you only won 'cause I fell off the chopper, or so Red said. Sounds interesting. You didn't fall. I kicked you. Jumped out a bloody window to do it, too. Anno, that sounds kinda fun. ^^; It WAS fun. It was the whole bleeding from many places thing that sucked. * Eris smiles. "You jumped a helicopter? Admirable style, so many people losse that when transforming." Yeah. Wish I remembered it at all. You're not bleading anymore, are you? Weird. Preston said he'd tell me if you needed backup. I was busy. At least you found the mansion okay, right? [Backup waiter does the assist and shortly there after all your drinks arrive.] We didn't need backup. It was close, but we came out okay. And the mansion was pretty easy to find. * Frei leans back again. "I frankly am glad I missed it. Lycanthropes make for lousy company sometimes. With the clawing and the biting and the 'Oh no, the full moon, do you have pet shampoo?'." * Tim looks on the floor, "Doesn't look like it, besides I think the lady here would get mad at him for bleading all over her floor." * Saldin goes back to seeming nonthreatening and listening. When his drink arrives, he takes one sip of it. [In addition, Kurt is served what looks to be a nicely cut and garnished poptart in a brown cajun looking sauce.] * Kahlya furrows her lips in a pout. "Hey. I went through a lot of trouble to find info on that mansion for ya. You should be grateful." Yeah, I don't think I got the kind of time it takes to fullbody shampoo. Thanks, Kid. As I recall, that's where we found the one who started all this, so it was kinda important. * Saki peers at Kurt's food. "That's one heck of a poptart." * Kurt blinks at his... "poptart"? * Eris leans back sipping her tea, looking bemused. What the hell is this thing? That's what I was told. You're welcome. Looks like a poptart. * Saki nods. "Yeah. Poptart." A spicy poptart. Do you realize they don't actually make those commercially? I had to have the chef work up something special." * Miles giggles. "Try it!" So it does. I... see. * Kurt pours back through his memories. * Jason snickers. ...OH! Spicy poptart! * Marguerite eyes it. * Frei sips his mint julep. "Oh, I'm halfway to Hotlanta already." Sip. He turns to Mad Dog. "You plan on introducing me to the new faces? Or are they 'faceless minions' so I shouldn't bother?" * Kurt cuts off a chunk of this spicy poptart and tries it. * Eris grins slightly and keeps sipping. * Kahlya looks at Frei, leaning her head to the side, giving him a cold stare, but doesn't seem too bothered. "Minions...? Why I never..." * Marguerite chugs her bloody mary. "WHOO! YEAH" * Tim takes a small sip of his sake. Being a minion ain't so bad. The dental plan's good. * Kahlya swishes her margarita. Hey, not bad. * Miles makes a face at Frei. "I so TO have a face! Anno... minion? I'm not one of those either, I don't think. What's a minion again?" Yeah, but if we're faceless, doesn't that mean we're expendable? Very... American. * Frei shrugs. "I never said any of you were minions, it was just a turn of phrase." I don't know about you, but who would want to expend a cute face like this? * Saki just shrugs. "As long as I get my free drink, whatever." * Marguerite shakes her head vigorously, then points around. "That one's Kahyla, that one's Miles, that one's Jason, that one's Saki." She points to Frei. "This is Frei." * Eris smiles. "Good, glad it was for something, I was threatened a bloody death if I ever ask for something like that again." * Kahlya grins at Frei. "Kahlya. Rashid if you're one for last names. I don't really care either way." * Miles shakes his fist at Frei mockingly. "I'll turn your minion!" * Frei grins and smiles at Kahlya. "Let me just ask this ahead of time, since I..." He stops to look at MIles like he's insane, then back to Kahlya. "...have this problem with meeting people from your outfit. You're not insane, suicidal, a raging bitch like that one blonde with the whatchacallit, anything like that, yes?" You'll turn it what, shrimp? * Miles smiles. "Anno... I'm not a sea animal and I don't taste good in coctail sauce?" Define insane, suicidal and/or a raging bitch. * Jason blows out some smoke, then waves at Frei. Still haven't taken off the shades. "Hey, we met. Kinda, before I got shot in the fucking head." He's looking pretty good for someone who should be dead, all considered. * Kahlya grins slyly. * Marguerite refills her bloody mary with vodka. "Why were you in Japan, Frei?" * Tim sits back and watchs and doesn't plot, nope he's not getting ideas. [Lounge singer take a quick break, band does the 'Pink Panther' theme.] * Saldin looks across the table at Miles, since that's as far as he can get from him, and says, "You speak incredibly literally, Miles." * Frei grins at Kahlya. "Well, you actually asked that question, which is as good as no." He extends a hand. "Frei. My pleasure." He looks at Jason askew, then ohs! in recognition. "The flamer. Or something." * Jason snickers. "Yeah. The fire thing." * Miles pipes down when Saldin talks. * Kahlya grins and daintily puts her hand out, wrist cocked so her hand points slightly downward towards Frei. "The pleasure's all mine." * Frei hehs, kisses his right hand and then places it on Kahlya's palm. "This will have to do, unless I want to do a tabledance just to kiss your hand." As for Japan, I was sort of doing a nostalgia tour. * Kahlya is still grinning. "That's fine." * Marguerite nods. I'm trying desperately to concieve of somebody having nostalgia for Japan, and I can't quite wrap my mind around it. I can see it. * Miles giggles. "Anno, I still go back every once in a while?" Just now one of his tails peak up from behind him. I feel a kind of nostalgia for when we puked off Tokyo Tower. I've spent some time in Japan, cute place, and there were all sorts of fun social conventions to break as a foreigner. There are some good bits left, you just have to know where they were hidden. * Kahlya hmms. "Don't think I've been there before. What's it like?" It's like England. Except everything's in Japanese. It's like living in a tin of sardines. Anno, it's home? Sounds like the same bloody thing. Exactly. Well that helps. * Saldin looks over at Kurt. "That is only the cities." * Frei looks at Miles over the rim of his mint julep. "Man, did you learn English through a Berlitz course or something?" I can take you there if you want. ^^ * Kahlya smiles. "Except I don't know England that well just yet." * Miles blinks. "Berlitz?" * Marguerite eyes Miles. "Not enough alcohol in the fucking world, man." She drinks. I'd rather not go back just yet. * Kahlya drinks too! After watching Maggie drink first. * Eris looks over to Jason. "So, how have you been? Should I get worried about the fine lady you came in with?" * Waiter stops back to see if anyone needs anything else, he'll occassionally return on auto pilot. * Miles blinks at Frei again, waiting for an explaination on what a 'Berlitz' is. * Frei sips innocently. "Maybe they don't have 'em anymore." * Jason grins at Eris. "You're the jailbait, remember?" He removes his shades, revealing bright red eyes. "And a lot better, now that I'm not stuck in the bloody hospital." Naw, they have 'em. * Kahlya looks around for a second and then rises a moment. bowing to everyone. "Um..excuse me a moment." She turns to the waiter. "I need to use the ladies room.." Learn Chinese! Learn Klingon! Learn Elvish! See 'em all the time. Yeah? I took one on Swahili back in '82. Didn't learn jack, although I think I remember how to demand a refund angrily. [The lounge singer comes back out, you notice a few of the people on the dance floor eye the group in an interested manner. They seem to be holding off for now as the group is still drinking and collected.] Horrible way to learn a language. * Saldin nods slightly in agreement with Kurt. My mom tried the spanish ones on me cause she doesn't speak it herself. Somethin' about "heritage". * Marguerite drinks. I don't fuckin' speak spanish so you can see how well that works. * Eris grins back to Jason. "Glad to hear it, although considering you came in on your feet, hard to see how you could have been worse." * Frei pauses, then looks at Miles. "Books on tape. You listen to 'em to learn foreign languages." * Jason shrugs and says, philosophically, "Shit happens, and sometimes it gets fixed." [Singer gets started again. Elvis, Hunka Burning Love.] Oooh... No, I didn't learn from them. [Fairly jazzy adaptation, for a female vocalist.] * Saki drinks. * Marguerite snorts into her alcohol. "Nice music selection." She looks almost ill. It's lame. * Kurt snickers. "It's Jason's theme song." * Miles makes a face. "It sounds icky." * Eris eyes Saki for just a moment, a somewhat catty look. "Any requests?" Somethin' techno, or heavy metal, or something. * Jason rolls his eyes. * Frei turns to look at the singer. "This is just *wrong*." You don't quite seem to get the concept of a lounge singer, but, I'll see what I can do. 's she know the Star Wars theme? The SNL version? Doubtless. * Frei snaps his fingers a few times. "Da da dadada daaaaaah daaaah o/~" he sings jazzily. "Wow, that sucked." Ah, not that bad. No worse'n Bill Murray. Who? Wow, that's a real oldie. * Saldin contines sitting there. He has been drinkin incredibly slowly. Grew up on the stuff. My dad was a fan. [Singer finishes up. "And this one goes out to one Saki Morikawa..." She then does a surprisingly good adaptation of NIN's Head like a Hole. Fairly rocking in type. There's some confused chatter from around the room, mostly amused.] Yeah, that's more like it. * Tim blinks and sits up, "Aha!" * Frei almost spits into his mint julep. "...what the HELL?" ... jesus. Speaking of Oldies. * Kurt snorts loudly. * Miles looks somewhat confused. * Jason laughs. Good lord, I remember hearing this is a toddler. Excuse me, I've just though of something I don't need to go start prepairing for, thanks for the drinks. * Tim stands up and walks out the door, some time late the money for his drink appears in front of his chair. * Saki waves to Tim. "See ya." * Eris nods. "Nice meeting you." * Saldin blinks. "How hasty. I wonder if he has a date." Something like that. * Jason doesn't say bye, as Tim left too fast. He has a gulp of drink instead. * Miles giggles. Given his past exploits I'm sure he could find someone nice here. Guy has skills. * Kurt gulps half his beer in one quick motion. * Frei sips his drink again. "Really? He seemed a bit like a sucker to me. I sorta teased him on Island of the Wolf Thingies and he acted like I already had my hand in his pants." * Saldin says in an even tone, "I believe he is the... how do you put it? One woman type." Well, I'm not saying he'd get a second date. But he might be able to fake the debonair master thief thing long enough to get someone to his room. * Jason eyes Eris. "That kid?" * Miles laughs. "No way." * Eris eyes back and then snaps his fingers. "Oh, can he not teleport organics? Nevermind then." * Marguerite works on the bottle of vodka. Pepper vodka, actually. Man, this is some good stuff, Eris. No Stoli here, huh? You might be surprised. * Eris smiles. "Life's short, why waste it on anythign but the best?" * Frei finishes off the mint julep and looks at it forlornly. "Aw, damn. The monk's still here." He waves over a waiter. "Let's try a... hmm. A chocolate martini. Those are fun." * Waiter nods and comes back with one a minute later. Because the worst is much funnier? * Frei makes a happy noise and takes it. "Woo, thank you muchly, garcon." * Marguerite polishes off her bottle of vodka. "Glad I had that steak before I got here." She munches on the hoover doovers and orders an extra large straight martini. * Eris her pours out the last of her tea and a waitress replaces the pot before she asks. So whatever happened with that trial thing? Anyone know? Tim said Angel got off with a tap on the wrist. * Waiter smiles. "My pleasure." He then walks off. Oh. That sucks. * Saldin looks at Frei with a slight hint of confusion. Yeah, well, I'm trying not to think about it. It's almost enough to make me start drinking. Trial for what? * Miles scarches his head. "Huh? What happened?" Just don't tell Red. No arguments here. Red doesn't need to know. Better tell Tim that, though. * Eris looks back to Kurt. "Good reason I suppose, although I tend to find the amusement value of shit is transitory while high quality continues to delight." * Frei tilts his head. Sip! "Trial?" * Kurt turns slightly to look at Frei. "Some chick named Angel kacked a helpless captive." * Frei blinks and taps his finger on the edge of his glass. "Angel, Angel, Angel... oh! Is she the blonde whackjob from Indonesia?" Dunno. Never met her, myself. Don't particularly want to. Sounds rather like she makes Jason look sane, honestly. Yeah. * Miles frowns. "Kacked? Whazzat mean?" Made dead. Whacked. Aced. Deep sixed. Killed. * Jason removes the cigarette from his mouth. "She's fucking insane." [There's a lull in the conversation in the rest of the room and for a moment you can clearly hear the insurance agent finishing a story. "So it turned out the father just killed himself because so that they could claim the devaluation thanks to haunting clause. On the one hand, I admire his dedication, on the other, did he think we wouldn't have a seance?"] Not the happy go lucky sexy sorta insane I take it? ,,, * Frei swivels Lloyds-ward. "...man, you sure can pick 'em, Eris. Are there any minor deities drinking here I shouldn't cross in the men's room?" Brief pause. "Or should?" Jesus. * Miles looks a bit upset, then hmpfs. "That's not right." * Eris snaps her fingers a few times. "We get a gent claiming to be Hermes occassionally. Or Mercury. Nice enough of a guy but he claims to be a trickster spirit equal the other pantheons, which is a quite a laugh. Come back some time, maybe you'll meet him." * Marguerite chugs her martini. She's so suave. * Eris looks over Marguerite. "Can't say I've had him here either. Shame, I hear he makes a nice vintage." Good guest, I bet. Always brings wine. Not really my kinda place. Yeah, when he's not telling people to stick his hand in 'im. * Jason looks at Saki. "You wanna go?" * Saki shrugs. * Eris looks to Frei. "But tonight you’re fine. Don't get too many dieties, they tend to want to be worshiped a little, go figure, just not my thing." * Saldin says idly, finally finishing his one glass of sake. "In my humble opinion, you should not have to worry too much." * Frei waves a hand dismissively. "I've never been the worshipping type. Too much talking." Talking doesn't bother me, I'm just not one to bend the knee." She then smiles over at Saldin "Glad to hear it." [Meanwhile the music has reverted to more ordinary sultry jazzy.] * Jason finishes off his cigarette and grinds it out. He's starting to look a little bored, too. "Think I'm gonna head off." * Marguerite orders two bottles of cognac. Yeah, me too. Gonna go practice shootin' while drunk. Eh... Me too. * Miles blinks. "Everyone's going?" * Kahlya comes walking back to the table. She looks at the departing guests. "Aww. I missed the party?" * Frei smiles brightly. "I am! On occasion." He sips. "Well, not just one knee." * Marguerite looks to Frei. "I can show you a trick shot or two, if you want." She smirks. * Saldin nods at Eris slightly. * Frei snickers and downs the rest of the martini. "Oh, this is worth seeing." He wavles his fingers at everyone else, and slips some money onto the table for his drinks and Marguerite's. "Was fun. Maybe we'll see each other again sometime." * Eris nods. "Well, glad you come." She waves. "And free drinks stand for you dear Jason should ever deign to return. I will fully endevour to make sure you aren't bored." * Jason nods to Saki before getting to his feet and grinning at Eris. "Yeah, thanks for the drinks." See, he can be polite! Then he pulls out his shades and walks off. * Eris nods to Frei. "I shall look forward to it." * Marguerite wanders out, two bottles of cognac in one hand, and waving with the other. * Saki stands up and heads off. "Later." She doesn't have to be polite; she wasn't offered more free drinks. * Eris's eyes narror briefly as she watches Saki's back depart, she then smiles and looks back to the rest of the group. * Kahlya watches Jason watch off and hmmphs. "I didn't get any time here too. I got all dressed up for nothing." She sounds disappointed. It's never for nothing. * Eris shrugs and looks to Kahlya. "Well, we can't always get who we want." * Saldin looks after Maggie (and Frei?), then turns back to the table, more specifically, to Eris. "Miss, I have to thank you for what you did for Breaker." * Kahlya looks over at Eris. "Who said I wanted him? I was just...interested that's all." She sits down, rather heavily, in her chair and crosses her arms over her chest. I'll second that. And I'd like to apologize for not getting you out of that hug faster. * Miles smiles at Kahlya. "You didn't get dressed up for nothing. You still look pretty good." ^^ * Kahlya smiles at Miles and ruffles his hair a little. "Thanks. You're a sweetheart." * Eris looks to Saldin and smiles. "In fairness, I mostly did it for myself, but I'm glad to hear she's alright, sounds like a fun girl, certainly deserves a chance for life." I'd like a chance to meet her sometime. * Kahlya then glances off to the side at Eris. "Huh. So you're saying you don't really know this "Breaker"? * Miles grins and has his hair ruffled. He looks over at Eris. "Oh, you were the diversion? Thanks! Breaker's pretty nice... Maybe Red and I could get a meeting with her if you want, Kurt?" * Eris shakes her head. "I knew of her, but haven't met her, no." [A few of the dancers seem more than a little disappointed about the group that's left.] * Grysar sets mode: -v VoidofTim * Saldin rubs the back of his neck and says, "She is a unique woman." * Kahlya snaps her fingers. "Darn. And that's the whole reason I came here too." She leans back in her chair and sighs, looking at the ceiling, arms behind her neck. "This is turning out to be one helluva evening." [Insurance group heads out.] * Eris feigns disappoint. "And here I hoped you were entertained by my sparkling conversation." * Kurt looks around at the remaining company. "...I'd probably fit in better if I were fourteen." * Eris looks over to Saldin. "So what's happening to her. Not becoming some sort of government uber assassin I hope." I didn't get to hear a lot of it. Bathroom, y'know? * Eris snaps her fingers and looks to be in her late twenties. "Better now?" * Miles snickers. "I can get older if you want." * Saldin looks 27. And many other odd things. * Saldin says to Eris, with the vaguest hint of disapproval. "I believe... she is planning on having interested groups fight for the oppotunity to train her." * Kahlya then looks over at Kurt and smiles. "I'm sorry, Mister Petros. You mean I'm not--" She whips her head to look at Eris and pouts. "Hey!" She grumbles, putting her hands in her lap. "I wish I knew how to do that..." * Kurt perks up. * Kurt turns back and forth rapidly as his attention is pulled back and forth. As to whether she is becoming a government assassin, I suppose that depends on whether SAB wins the tournament, and what they want to do. * Eris laughs. "I can see the appeal, but ultimately there are a lot more important things in life than having the best fight coach." * Saldin smiles very faintly. "I must agree." I can't say I agree with that. So what's she looking for in this tournament? * Eris for the record, does make a reasonably attractive late twenties. Kinda short though. Studying with the best gives you all the other opportunities that come with being, y'know, not dead. * Eris looks over to Kurt. "So, would you enslave yourself for the rest of your life if you could have the best master?" I'm thinking of entering. I have to..make sure of something first though. But I think it's gonna be okay! * Miles thinks. "Anno, I should try and talk to Breaker about this..." * Saldin glances over at Miles, with his head, because eyes just don't convey the look, and he says, "I was planning on it as well, but we will see whether I do." Of course I would. And then I'd break out. * Eris grins. "Alright then. Let's hope dear Breaker has your pragmatism." * Kahlya smirks slightly and leans on her palm, eyeing Kurt absentmindedly. "You're awful sure of yourself.." Rule number thirteen. No matter how unsure you are, always act confident. It unnerves your enemies. I'm not unnerved. You're not an enemy. [Band switches up instruments and singer switches to a more recent hit with sort of a retro feel. She starts the Muties' song "Ninjas keep stealing my beer."] * Kurt raises his beer in toast to the song, then chugs the rest. More of the same Mr. Petros? * Kahlya tilts her head to the other side. "Maybe. But I'm wondering if the tourney will make it so two SAB people may fight each other as well.. No thanks. What, afraid you'll run into me again? * Miles giggles. No. I beat you, remember? Only once. I imagine they will have little choice, if there are enough SAB people. * Kurt stands up. Well same could be said about you. I'll be back in a moment. * Kurt heads off to the restroom. I really hope you don't hurt people too much, though... * Eris nods as Kurt heads off. [There's a brief scuffle at the bar between two ordinary looking male patrons, one tries to take a swing at another, only to apparently choke or be blocked at the last minute.] * Kahlya turns back to Eris. "So what's your take on all of this?" * Saldin glances over at the scuffle, then back to the table. * Eris looks back to Kahlya. "You mean the fighting tournament? Well, I've never been the biggest fan of one on one, but could be amusing. * Kahlya nods slowly and goes back to sipping her drink. "Me neither. I'm more used to one on two or three fights." But why decide on a tournament? Is there something she's looking for? [The other person stands up and flexes and two gashes appear in the original attacker, it isn't remotely obvious how that happened. The barkeep glowers over at the two and consults a book that looks something like a barkeep manual.] * Saldin shifts slightly, then says, "I do not know." Maybe she likes fighting, maybe she is running a betting pool somewhere. Can't say, don't know her. * Miles blinks and gets distracted by the fighting. * Saldin seems to make a small humming noise. "Perhaps it is her upbringing." * Kurt returns from the restroom, looking like a new man. In fact, he could well BE a new man. New, much more appropriate clothing makes him look more in tune with the surroundings. It also seems that he's taken a razor to his age, as he looks at least ten years younger than he normally does. [Barkeep suddenly takes a big jar of rose petals floating in some sort of water from under the bar. The two compatents look like they were about to get into it suddenly stops and stairs.] Right boys, take it outside, don't care what you do to the rest of dimension, but not here. Upbringing? * Kahlya turns her eyes to gaze at Saldin. Hmm? Whose upbringing is this? [The two head out.] * Saldin says, a little slower than normal. "She was a... ganger, I believe. A very rough child." Talking about Breaker. Quite impressive. Oh. Ganger, huh? Well, at least she's got a working background for fighting. Ah. Well... I hope she likes me. No point in worrying about it. Either she likes you or she doesn't. Yeah. Still doesn't mean you can't hope for the best. * Miles turns back to Kahlya. "Who likes you?" ( Yvonne likes you! ) * Kahlya smiles to Miles. "I hope everyone. But I can't speak for other people." * Miles quirks his head sideways. "Why wouldn't everyone like you?" * Saldin blinks a few times, then his humming stops. "Who can say why one person might not like another? The reasons can sometimes be unexplainable." [Barkeep puts the rose water down. It splooshes slightly and a bit spills on the floor, this causes a patron walking to the dance floor to slip and make a few clumbsy steps, bumping into another one patron leading to a chain of minor knocks on the dance floor...] * Kurt closes his eyes and waits for it. [Finally ending in a bump of a fairly tough looking woman whose drinking some sort of clear beverage, that woman spins around angrily, accidentally spilling it on Kurt's chest.] * Eris widens her eyes and the water slows a little while it flies towards him, but still hits him. "Huh.. that was unexpected." Tolja. ... Um, why do you always get wet? Because water hates me. You think so? I know so. * Kahlya still looks at Saldin, sipping her margarita Why would water hate you? Did you do something bad to a, um, what were the called... nymph or something? Er... no. Not exactly. * Kahlya glances at Kurt. "I was talking to him." She points to Saldin. "But I'm curious about the water thing too.." It's more of a sins of the father-type thing. ( Kurt's father was sinfully handsome. ) Huh... Well at least you had interesting ancestors. Ruth must love you... I suppose you could call them interesting. * Saldin nods slightly. "I know so." He glances at Miles, and a slight smile comes on his face. "In fact, as far as I can tell, he doesn't like me for no other reason than I exist." Ruth? The long and short of it is that water really does hate me. It told me so, in fact. But at least I know why. * Miles meeps and jumps behind Kahlya. * Kahlya then looks over at Miles. "Is that...ack! Not so jumpy!" * Eris looks to Kahlya. "Friend, well, acquantence of mine, think she's met some of you." * Saldin continues smile faintly. "See?" * Eris smiles gently over to Miles. "You do have nothing to fear in here. I assure you. Outside you're on your own, but..." I don't think he's in much danger outside here, either. Why ARE you so scared of him? He seems totally harmless. * Miles just shakes his head. * Kahlya nods, then peeks back at Miles, trying to push him away. "Would you cut it out? You'll mess it up." * Saldin gestures his hands outward in a helpless motion. "Miles has been this way since I first saw him." * Miles peeks out from behind Kahlya at Saldin incase he's watching. * Saldin is watching! Ooga-booga! (Well, minus the actual ooga-boogaing.) [THe various people involved in the spilling incident have now all worked out their respective differences. Kurt got a vaguely apologetic look but no more.] * Kahlya eyes Miles. "Would you tell me about that sometime? He doesn't seem all *that* creepy." She turns and smiles pleasantly at Saldin. * Saldin smiles pleasantly. "I would like to know as well." [Saldin suddenly has the illusionary overlay of a fairly ordinary looking businessman, bald and a bit dressed up. Eyes and such are normal.] * Miles creeps out from behind Kahlya anyways, but keeps a warry look at Saldin. The attention, for once, appears to be bothering him greatly, though. * Eris looks over to Miles. "That help? Or is it just the monk thing?" I wish I was that good with illusions. * Miles shakes his head and looks around, mentally marking the exits. * Saldin has fake black-colored eyes. * Kahlya looks over at Saldin and smiles. "Neat trick. I can't imagine what I could do if I could pull that off." * Eris smiles a little. "Well, you'd doubtless slaughter me in a fair fight if it'd help. So I guess it'd just be a question of which of us managed to make it more unfair." * Saldin blinks at Kahyla. "What trick?" * Kahlya grins and points to Eris. "I think it's from her." * Saldin looks like he doesn't know what you are talking about. * Kurt takes on a look as if quoting from a textbook as he recites, "Rule number thirteen. If you're engaging in a fair fight, you're doing something wrong." What's rules 1 through 12? There are no rules one through twelve. All the rules of the ninja are rule number thirteen. But there are no ninja. ^^; But I thought there wasn't any rules of ninjas. On account of them not existing and all. Exactly. * Kahlya winks at Miles. Now you've got the hang of it. * Eris snickers slightly and sips her tea. To quote my great grandfather, the way of the ninja is fifty percent stealth, fifty percent mind games, and fifty percent flipping out and killing people. What's the other 50 percent? Doubtless a secret. ( Play Kirby. ) * Saldin smiles faintly. "All these complex rules." The rules are the easy part. It's the flipping out and killing people that's hard. Before they kill you that is. So one might think. Killing people is pretty easy, really. Not getting caught is the hard part. Kind of hard to flip out and kill someone when you're already dead though. Well, for some people anyway. Well, illusion master or no, even the ability to play with appearance can get you a long way. And just for future reference, the does the earlier form more accurately reflect your age? ::she say sthat with a smile:: Does it matter? Not really. I don't think I act like any other fo-- * Eris grins. "That'd be telling." * Miles sits down a bit comely now that the attention is away from him. He takes a long, slow sip of his tea. Exactly my point. What you don't know won't hurt you. * Saldin flicks his eyes over at Miles without moving his head. Thanks to Eris' illusion, he can see him do this. "That has always sounded like a strange saying to me." It is a strange saying. It's quite often false. I actually tend to find that one of the least accurate phrases in the english language. Now, what other people don't know you know can't hurt you, I could see, maybe. Then why did you say it? Because this time it's true. ...probably. My, was that a vieled threat then? I'll have to remember that one for the future. * Kurt blinks. "Why in the world would I threaten you?" What other people don't know you know? I'm not sure. Even if you know about it, it doesn't help if you're severely overpowered, now does it? * Miles is doing a pretty good job at ignoring Saldin right now. * Eris sips her tea. "Well, one never can tell when one has accidentally violated some vital rule 13." * Kahlya sips her margarita. "I'll make up a rule 16 just to spite you." * Kurt grins. Like you shouldn't underestimate cute girls just because they look young. * Miles giggles. "You shouldn't understimate cute girls, period." ^^; Hey, any time you think you can take me, just go ahead. I'm always up for a good fight. * Eris gives a bemused smile. "Just kindly don't do it in here." Wreck a bar? That'd be incredibly stupid of me. Much more fun to duel while balancing on electric wires, or atop a moving train. * Eris nods and smiles sweetly. "Particularly if it was my bar." * Kahlya grins some more. "I wasn't intending on doing any of the sort." Is it your bar? * Eris shrugs good naturedly. It is certainly a fascinating place. * Kurt stands up and yawns. "Well, it's been a wonderful time, ladies and gents, but I'm afraid I must get back to training." * Kahlya stands up slightly and straightens her dress. "Well. It was a lovely evening, but I think I'm going to head out. Can't think of anything else for me to do here.." (Syncrhonous leaving!) * Kahlya grins at Kurt. "Interesting. Always training." ( +20 points. ) * Eris waves. "Hope you had fun." * Eris looks over to Saldin. "Nice group, tad obsessed with combat, will probably get along with this Breaker of yours." Certainly wasn't a bad time. I may well stop in here more often, especially if you're often around. * Kurt tips an imaginary hat to Eris and ambles off to the outside world. * Miles looks about nervously. "I think I should be going as well... Bye now." He smiles and puts more than enough money on the table to pay for his tea just before vanishing. * Eris grins. "Certainly, although I'd say wait til you're at least nine years older before returning, so sometimes this week maybe." * Kurt calls back, "Hey, if that's the way you want it, that's the way you'll get it." * Kurt disappears out the door. * Saldin smiles faintly at Eris. "She is not mine." He closes his eyes for a second and then withraws a small amount of money from his pack. * Kahlya smiles at Eris. "Not totally just interested in fighting. But I guess we can talk about that later. Girl chat and all tha--" She swivels to Miles, or where he was "Hey wai--" She snaps her fingers. "Dammit. * Eris grins and waves to Kahlya. She then looks over to Saldin. "Well, if you've really got her best interst at heart in a non-patriarcal sense, good luck with this tournament thing." * Saldin laughs faintly. "Me, in that tournament? Miss, you must be an expert comedian." He gestures helplessly. "Do these look like the arms of a ninja, or a gunswoman, to you?" * Kahlya lets out a long breath. "Oh well." She puts down some money and waves as she passes Saldin. "It was a pleasure to meet you. Even if my friend is less than sure." * Saldin looks back over at Kahlya. "I am glad to hear it." He bows slightly. "Be well." * Eris smiles lifts her cup in toast to Saldin. "Yourself as well." [End!]