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* Michelle unlocks the door and announces, "Hall's Open!" * Jaret walks in from outside. "Good evening, Michelle. A... a goblet of Arabellan Red, I suppose." * Michelle returns behind the bar. She's wearing a dark red skirt and an off white blouse. * Tyl walks in, wearing her old grey cloak and black trousers and shirt. Her hair is somewhat longer than it used to be, and she's not carrying her sword. <Michelle> Certain Jaret. ::Michelle pours the wine for Jaret and places it before him.:: <Jaret> Thank you, Michelle. ::he bows to Tyl as she enters:: Well met, Tyl'gainia. I hope your long journey was well concluded. * Zoya sweeps in, a leather bag over her shoulder. She drops it almost carelessly on the floor beside her as she lowers herself onto a stool. "Ale. Two of them." * Tyl smiles at Jaret, her eyes lighting up. <Tyl> Good evening, Lord Malkier... it's no lovely to see you again. I'm only home for a few days, to pack up... * Zoya spots Tyl. "Tyl! You're back!" * Tyl turns and smiles at Zoya * Michelle pours two ales for Zoya, "The usual Tyl'gainia?" * Michelle places the ales down in front of Zoya "Why two?" <Tyl> High Priestess Zoya... lovely to see you again... I've been promoted, so I'm not staying for long... ::turns to Michelle:: um, certainly... <Jaret> Pack up? Then you're leaving again? Why? Marsember's steamy summers and chill winters not a welcome clime? * Zoya picks up one ale and drinks half in one long draught. She takes a breath, and drains the mug, setting it aside, then picks up the second, and takes a slightly less-impressive drink, leaving a whole two-thirds. * Temire floats down the stairs and perches on a stool. She is disturbingly transparent. <Zoya> ::after a couple of deep breaths:: Because alcohol stops the reaction. <Tyl> My dear friend, Bluestar made me an offer I just*couldn't* refuse... ::makes a slight grin:: * Michelle fixes Tyl's rum and ice and places it on the bar in front of her. <Michelle> Reaction? * Lisl stalks into the Hall. A light blue mark encircles her neck, and a dark look in her eyes DARES anyone to remark on it. "Kick. Please." * Tyl picks up her drink and sniffs at it. For a brief moment, she places the glass to her lips, swallows, and returns it to the bar. * Michelle carefully pours a mug of the explosive solvent and places it on the bar in front of Lisl:: <Zoya> Um, well... You know how experiments go. ::grins shakily at Michelle:; Still, it might have been interesting... * Michelle looks quizzically at Zoya:: Do I want to know? <Zoya> Well, birds must have just a fascinating outlook on things... <Michelle> Birds? <Zoya> Still, I was pretty sure I wouldn't be able to reverse it from that shape, so... Best neutralized quickly. <Temire> Have you been playing around with shapeshifting spells? <Zoya> Don't be ridiculous! I've been able to shapeshift for *years*! Mixing potions is *much* less predictable. * Lisl picks up the mug, drains off half of it in a swallow, and plops down onto a stool with a heavy sigh. Her eyes flare yellow for a moment, before she closes them. "Better, thanks. * Michelle sighs heavily:: You've been mixing potions? <Jaret> I'm sorry to hear that you're leaving Marsember, Tyl. The newest bartender here at the Hall has expressed an interest in meeting you multiple times. <Tyl> ::smiles, covering her mouth with her hand:: Oh, yes, dear Nacheyla... I met her the other evening. She was loitering around my house. <Temire> You're leaving. I was hoping you could teach me some more things. <Tyl> ::peers at Temire:: You are looking a little... pale... ::pauses for a moment:: Temire. <Zoya> Well, not on purpose! I was took a mild healing potion on my way here - regimen, you know - and sort of forgot the potion I'd taken about half an hour before I left the Tower... ::grins weakly:: * Temire looks at herself. "I'm looking a little transparent. Damned vampire enchanting me and dragging me into his house to drink me dry and leave me in that stinking room." <Michelle> And what was that potion dare I ask? <Zoya> A potion of flight. <Tyl> ::narrows her eyes a little:: and which damned vampire would that be? <Lisl> ::sparing Zoya a glance before giving her mug careful attention again:: At least it didn't make you break out in strange tattoos. <Zoya> I probably wouldn't necessarily have turned into a bird, but you never know. <Zoya> ::cringes slightly at Lisl's comment:: I *said* there might be side effects... It might wear off... <Temire> Well this particular one was some Baron. I don't remember his name. Lisl, Jaret, Zoya, and Bai took care of him though. <Lisl> ::sighs heavily again:: Price of doing business with wild magic, I suppose. I knew what I was getting into. But-- ::breaks off to gesture at her neck:: I look like a bloody pheasant. <Lisl> ::looking up at Temire's comment:: Enchanting you? I never did get to hear what happened...so you didn't go to his house on your own, following a clue? He brought you there? <Zoya> I could try to make it look like, um... a scar, instead. <Michelle> You know Lisl, if you changed your wardrobe a little. Start wearing scarves, or maybe a choker, it would probably look quite attractive. <Zoya> I know some great jewelers! <Lisl> ::shakes her head with a wry grimace:: No, thanks Zoya. It's better to have an odd fashion statement than look like I got my head chopped off. <Temire> Yeah, I was walking home from the market when this nobleman and his body servant approached me. Then the nobleman made some gesture with his hand and I couldn't prevent myself from doing what he told me to. <Tyl> ::looks over at Michelle:: I think I've missed a great deal since I left town... care to fill me in, quick like? And has anyone seen *darling* Jelarthna recently ::there is something bitter and awful in her smile:: * Lisl glares at Michelle. "Oh, don't you start. I'm not expecting it to last that long." * Michelle thinks. "Where you around when Temire's brother got killed?" * Jaret shakes his head. "No, I haven't seen him in awhile. Of course, I've been busy." <Tyl> ::blinks:: No, I wasn't... * Lisl echoes Jaret's gesture. "I'd heard that he was around, but I haven't been to the Hall in a couple of weeks, so..." <Michelle> So, make a statement of it while you can. Maybe you'll catch yourself a handsome man or two. ::Michelle smiles at Lisl:: <Zoya> Jelarthna was in some weeks ago - he asked after you - but then he left again, I think. <Lisl> ::narrowing her eyes at Michelle:: And pray, what makes you think I'd want to "catch" a man for anything but dinner? * Jaret grins, but stays silent and merely sips his wine. <Michelle> Well, a few weeks ago...I guess it would have been shortly after you left Temire's brother Lucius got beaten to death on the docks. Nacheyla managed to resurrect him and we've been helping him investigate his murder. Then last week Temire disappeared. Turns out she was kidnapped and murdered by a vampire. * Lisl takes another sip as she mulls over Temire's comment." Do you think you'd recognize the manservant again, if you saw him? <Tyl> ::her eyes glitter:: Really? How awful... * Lisl says, without turning "And don't think I didn't see that grin, M'lord Malkier." <Michelle> We found her ghost and body a few days ago, and I'm currently gathering the components I need to resurrect her. <Jaret> Of course not, M'lady Ferinsdottir. Wouldn't dream of it. ::still grinning:: <Tyl> That's an interesting trick, that resurrection thing...How is it done? ::looks curious:: <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: Reprobate. <Temire> Definitely Lisl. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget that face. <Jaret> Flatterer. <Jaret> ::sip:: <Lisl> ::a hint of a grin tugs at the corner of her mouth:: Fop. ::sips her 'kick demurely:: <Michelle> It's rather tricky. You have to re-establish the link between the spirit and the body. Course it's going to be easier this time than it was with Marta since I won't have to reconstitute the body at the same time. <Zoya> [Is it possible to do *any*thing demure with 'kick?] <Tyl> That's fascinating... I wonder what makes the spirit stay around? * Jaret harrumphs, and gets an evil grin. "Debutante." * Michelle smiles. "Well that would be the trick of course. I can't do it unless the spirit's will is strong enough to keep it on the mortal plane." <Lisl> ::straightens her spine, and spins around:: Playboy! * Michelle whispers something to the empty air. <Tyl> ::absently picks up her glass and looks at it:: * Jaret gently straightens the front of his jacket. "Please... there's no call to be catty." * Michelle stifles a giggle. * Zoya is watching Jaret and Lisl with some amusement. * Tyl puts her glass back on the bar and studies her hands... <Lisl> ::presses her lips together firmly to bite down on a grin, and says, with some asperity::: Whatever I may be, sir, *I* am NEVER catty. ::grins wide:: That's Michelle's job. * Michelle tries to look offended. "I don't know what you're talking about. That would be Felice's job after all." <Temire> Is something wrong Tyl? * Lisl grins wider and sips her 'kick. <Tyl> ::looks around:: Oh, no, dear... I was only thinking... <Temire> Are you sure? <Tyl> ::nod:: Certainly... whatever could possibly be wrong? I'm going to be quite rich, you know... <Lisl> Is that what you meant, Tyl, about a new job? ::frowns slightly:: Something you couldn't refuse, I thought you said? * Temire looks at Tyl uncertainly. "That's why I think you're hiding something. You normally drink more than this, and I'd think you'd be drinking even more given all the good news you have." <Tyl> ::gives Temire a strange, almost ashamed look:: Actually, Bluestar and I had words about that... my drinking that is... he thinks it... ::blushes and looks away:: <Tyl> ::looks over at Lisl as if grateful for the distraction:: Yes... Bluestar and I have come to some arrangements... I'm quite pleased with it, actually. Of course, I'll still visit, but I see my new job as taking up a great deal of time. * Zoya looks slightly sad. "I'll look forward to your visits." <Lisl> ::looks puzzled:: I feel like I missed something... arrangements? I thought the two of you had gotten married, no? * Zoya laughs. <Tyl> ::looks at Lisl:: Um... no... Bluestar married my dear sister... <Michelle> You certainly seem more accepting of it. <Tyl> ::to Zoya:: You can always visit Waterdeep, High Priestess... I'm sure that I can find comfortable arrangements for you... <Zoya> ::smiles:: I'll be sure to. Why the formality? <Tyl> ::grins at Michelle:: Well, there was quite a good deal of Dowry involved in it, and as her guardian... who am I to stand in the way of love? ::smiles, putting a hand over her mouth:: <Lisl> ::shakes her head and blushes:: Whoops... I'm sorry... didn't mean to confuse... ::shakes her head again:: So, what is this new job, anyway? * Michelle frowns at Tyl but doesn't say anything. <Tyl> I'll be heading up Waterdeep's... well, let's just say I'm heading up an organization, and leave it at that, shall we? <Tyl> ::looks over at Zoya:: Practicing, my dear Priestess...the Organization Head must, always, use proper forms of address... <Zoya> ::sighs:: <Lisl> ::raises both eyebrows, studying Tyl:: *Heading* an Organization? Not... THE Organization? Of Waterdeep? I'm impressed. <Tyl> Well, more like one of The Organizations... Bluestar wants to pursue a more profitable lifestyle, such as letting me tithe him forty percent of my profits... <Lisl> FORTY--?? ::stops with her tankard halfway to her lips:: Who IS this guy, anyway? <Michelle> You mean besides her teacher? <Tyl> The former head... ::touches her glass to her mouth again:: I'm buying his position from him... in ten years, I'll have bought it from him... in the meanwhile, I still get sixty percent, which is not bad... <Michelle> Does that mean he gets forty percent of the dowry back? <Lisl> ::glancing at Michelle:: I know what he was to her. But I don't care if he was her personal deity's avatar, forty's still a hefty cut! ::looking back at Tyl: But in THAT light, I can understand it. <Tyl> ::laughs out loud - her mouth looks a little strange when she does it:: No, no... he's no avatar... <Lisl> ::grins a little:: And no saint, either, if they've had the honeymoon already... <Tyl> ::shakes her head:: actually, he wanted to get me settled in... then they're going on a long, extended vacation... ::smiles:: <Lisl> ::chuckling:: Got it. * Lisl looks around at Temire as another thought occurs to her. "You said they came up to you at the market. I don't know if you'd have noticed... did they come *straight* to you, or did they... ummm... shop around, first?" * Temire shrugs her shoulders. "It was on my way home from the market. I didn't really notice anything about them until they started approaching me." <Michelle> That's something you and Yohko are going to work on Temire. After we get you back in your body and teach you how totemist mind control. <Lisl> ::sighs:: I was afraid of that. It was strange... I was *looking* for you, but at the same time, I came across the other... ummm... trail I'd been following. Right at that monster's gate. <Michelle> Last call folks. * Jaret looks at the remaining half-glass of wine. "I'm all right Michelle, thanks." <Tyl> ::looks down at her glass:: No thank you, Michelle... I should be going... ::reaches into her pocket and pulls out a few silverish coins and leaves them on the bar:: * Zoya, suddenly reminded of her drink, takes a swallow. * Lisl peers into her mug and sloshes the remainder of her contents, sending up a lick of almost transparent flame:: I think I'm OK with this. * Jaret drinks some of his wine. <Tyl> Good night, everyone... feel free to drop by over the next few evenings, while I pack up... * Michelle picks up Tyl's coins and starts putting them in the strong box. She suddenly holds one up and looks at it. "Visited by more of your vampiric friends recently Tyl'gainia?" <Jaret> Good night, Tyl. Would you like an escort for your walk home? * Jaret finishes his wine. <Tyl> ::looks up:: Oh... sorry... ::digs around in her pocket:: Forgot I had that... I had taken it to a metalsmith for analysis... <Michelle> What did they say? <Tyl> ::gives Jaret a long glance:: Certainly, I would, Lord Malkier... * Michelle puts the quarter back down on the bar. <Lisl> ::nods:: I'll be by, Tyl. ::grins impishly at a sudden thought:: I wonder if this means we'll be seeing less of Jelarthna, too?::looking innocent:: <Tyl> ::back to Michelle:: That it's some baser metals... nothing at all valuable... ::hands her a silver coin:: I'll just keep that, though, as a souvenir... * Zoya swigs back the last of her ale. <Tyl> ::to Lisl:: I don't know, Mistress Lisl, I have not spoken with him in quite a while... <Michelle> Quite alright Tyl'gainia. ::Michelle puts the rest of the coins in the strong box:: <Zoya> I'd best be getting back... ::retrieves her leather pouch:: Good night, my friends! * Jaret stands, walks to Tyl, and offers her his arm. Whenever you're ready, m'lady. <Lisl> ::smiling as she finishes off her 'kick:: Somehow, I don't think that'll last... <Zoya> Oh! ::stops just shy of the door and tosses a coin to Michelle:: All right, then. Good night! <Michelle> Oh, Tyl'gainia. What metalsmith did you take the coin to? <Lisl> Sleep sweet, all of you. <Tyl> ::blinks:: um... ::pauses:: He's over on snail street... I've forgotten his name... * Michelle puts Zoya's coin away. <Tyl> ::takes Jaret's arm and looks up at him:: Shall we? <Michelle> Have a good night everyone. * Lisl sets her mug down and pats it on the rump. <Jaret> Of course. ::leads Tyl out the door and into the night:: <Lisl> Temire, when you're...::looks disconcerted:: ...feeling more yourself, I'd like to talk to you about that vampire's lackey. I don't think this is over yet. * Michelle shoos the rest of the dishes into the kitchen. <Temire> Certainly Lisl. <Michelle> Lisl, are you doing anything this evening? <Lisl> And while we're at it, there's something else we should probably talk about, too. But later. When you're better. ::grimacing::And hopefully when I'm rid of this damn mark. ::putting her hand to her neck:: <Lisl> Nothing in particular, no. Have something in mind, Michelle? <Michelle> Tyl'gainia was acting very strangely this evening. I think what we saw tonight may have been an imposter. <Lisl> ::frowns:: Really? She seemed alright. ::frown deepening:: I wasn't really paying attention, but she... ::glances at Temire and shrugs slightly, to herself:: ...she smelled alright. ::shrugs again:: Maybe a little musty, but she *has* been in Waterdeep. That whole damn town smells weird. <Michelle> Lisl, I happen to know for a fact that the coins he originally gave me is a copper base with other metals plated on the faces. And when did Tyl'gainia start taking her business, particularly when it concerns money, to people she doesn't know? <Lisl> ::Eyes widening slightly:: Damn. This whole business has my head on crooked. I didn't even catch that. <Michelle> Besides, I know I told Tyl'gainia I came from a world very similar to that her vampires come from, and I... Oh SHIT! You think with all the other strange abilities these vampires have they can disguise themselves as other people? <Lisl> ::Shuddering slightly, as if from a chill:: Doppelganger vampires? Gods above, I hope not. We've enough to deal with, with this conspiracy and Temire's vamp-- oh. OH. I hope to the Nine Hells that this isn't related, or we're in a worse mess than I thought. * Michelle sighs. "You can say that again." <Temire> In the name of all that's holy... <Lisl> ::looking at Temire and raising an eyebrow:: <Michelle> So, shall we go keep an eye on Jaret, or see if she can vamp him? <Lisl> Jaret! Oh, by Aerdrie, I hope this is a side-effect of the collar, too. Or maybe not enough sleep. ::shakes her head:: I don't know why I've been so slow tonight. <Michelle> Temire, go back to the Tower and warn Zoya. Lisl, at this point I think our best bet's to observe it and see what's going on. It may have companions. It would probably be wise to have Yohko break into Tyl'gainia's house though in case she was foolish enough to leave the book there. <Lisl> Book? What book? <Michelle> The book the vampires have been trying to get back from Tyl'gainia. <Lisl> ::lowers her brows:: That was left in Zoya's keeping, wasn't it? Good luck getting it out of the Tower. I can't imagine any sort of disguise getting past *those* doors. * Michelle sighs. "You're right. *I* had forgotten about that." <Lisl> But warning Zoya will still be a good idea, I think. Forearmed, and all that business. ::looks grave:: I'm more concerned about Jaret right now. I don't like this. <Michelle> Well, if we trail them we can make certain he's's alright. <Lisl> I hope. ::glances at Temire's transparent shape again:: <Temire> I'll be alright Lisl. After all, I'm dead. What else could happen to me at this point. <Lisl> You don't want to know. But I was more worried about Jaret joining you over there. * Michelle starts dimming the lights:: <Lisl> Right. I'm going after them. ::puts a hand to her neck again:: Didn't think I'd be missing that damn collar so soon. <Michelle> I'm going with you. Actually Yohko is. She'll meet you out of the street. * Lisl nods quickly and slips out the door. * Temire fades out of view. Michelle locks the door and slips into the kitchen. |
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