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* Rhys walks in from the kitchen to the front door, unlocks it, and returns behind the bar. "Hall's open." * Yb walks in scribbling on a ribbon of paper that trails out the door behind her. * Vallel walks in, gingerly avoiding stepping on the paper trail. * Zoya comes in, somewhat glassy-eyed, with Lisl on her heels. She doesn't seem to be paying much attention to Lisl, or anything else for that matter. She walks stiffly, as if injured, and there is a thick bandage around her right hand. <Rhys> Evening, Yb. Can I get you anything? Vallel, would you care for anything? * Glossaria enters at her mistress's side, glancing at her anxiously. * Yb snakes her way around several tables before winding up at the bar where she sits on a stool and continues scribbling. * Vallel plops down gracelessly on a bar stool. "Juice?" <Rhys> Glossaria, Zoya, Lisl, good evening, ladies. Can I get you anything? <Rhys> ::to Vallel:: What kind? * Lisl strides in behind Zoya. "Oh, come now Zoya, this isn't boot camp." * Vallel gets up and hugs Glossaria enthusiastically. <Vallel> I'm glad to see you... how are you doing? ::to Rhys:: Apple? * Zoya looks up at Rhys belatedly, as if in a dream. "Um. C..Cider, I think." <Glossaria> ::smiling in relief:: Vallel... good to see you well. I was worried about you. * Rhys gets Vallel a mug of apple juice, and Zoya some cider. <Lisl> ::sighs:: 'Kick, Rhys. Please. * Yurigama enters. He is dressed fairly plainly, and has the rapier and klaive scabbarded in the odd parallel style. He quietly walks to an end of the bar and sits himself on a stool. <Yb> If beaches are sandy, then the cosine of the hippopotamus must equal the square of the circular peg.... <Zoya> Thank you. ::She takes the cider carefully in her left hand and carries it over to a table, where she seats herself extremely carefully.:: * Yb is back in the house dress and lab coat number she wore a few weeks ago. * Lisl glances down the bar with a grimace, noting Yuri's entrance. "Wonderful. Now we're all here." * Vallel gives Yb a strange look and whispers to Gloss * Yurigama raises a hand to get Rhys's attention. "Water, please." <Yb> ::As Yb continues to write her paper seems to grow, so that she's always cramming her writing onto the end of the ribbon.:: * Rhys pours Yurigama a mug of water and hands it over to him. Yurigama accepts the mug with a brief incline of his head. * Glossaria bends to listen as she gives Zoya a quick glance and seats herself next to Vallel. * Rhys pours Lisl a mug of 'kick. "Here you go. Sorry about the delay." * Vallel gives a quick smile and observes Yb from the corner of his eye. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: Not a problem. ::carrying her mug over to Zoya's table and sitting before taking a sip:: <Vallel> Oh, Mistress Lisl? <Lisl> ::raising an eyebrow:: Yes.... Vallel, isn't it? * Yb puts down her paper and looks at Vallel. <Vallel> ::nods:: Mistress Tyl asked me to ask you if you'd stop by her mansion if you have some spare time... she's got something there she wants you to sme... look at. <Lisl> ::the other eyebrow hikes up to join the first:: Any time she likes. ::glancing around:: She couldn't come this evening? * Yb glides over to Vallel, "Do you want to dance?" * Vallel gets down from his stool. * Yurigama has a small sip of his water. <Vallel> Madam, I am honored that you ask, but I fear my lack of knowledge in the art of dancing would spoil your enchanting beauty... <Glossaria> ::slaps her hand quickly over her mouth, her eyes round:: * Yb pouts, "But I wanna dance." <Lisl> Well now... the boy's been taking etiquette lessons... <Lisl> Yb! You could always ask that gentleman to partner you. He seems to be alone. ::nodding towards Yuri:: * Vallel turns back towards Glossaria and gives her a reassuring smile. * Yb sashays over to Yuri, "Would you dance with me?" * Glossaria appears to be trembling, her hand still pressed firmly over her mouth. <Yurigama> No. Perhaps some other night, Jaret would be willing to accommodate you, but tonight things are different, and I don't know how much longer I will be here, in any case. <Lisl> ::dryly:: Please, don't stay on our account. Don't let the spirit gate hit you on the way out. <Yb> What have you done to Jaret?!? * Yb reaches into a pocket of her coat and pulls out what appears to be a crystal rod the size of her hand. She makes a few gestures and it grows into her staff. <Yurigama> I have... joined with him, temporarily, to come here to attempt to stop a grievous wrong from taking place. He is not harmed. * Rhys eyes Yb's and her staff and drums his fingers once on the bartop. * Yb blinks a few times, "I didn't know Jaret was that way." * Yurigama looks at Yb. "That way?" <Yb> I thought Jaret only joined with women? <Lisl> ::puts her hand over her mouth, swallowing with a bit of difficulty around a laugh:: * Vallel stares at Yb for a long moment, turned beet red and looks at the floor * Yurigama looks puzzled for a split-second, but his expression clears rapidly. "Ah. Jaret indicates you are prone to misinterpretations. Of course." <Glossaria> ::chuckles and pats Vallel's arm reassuringly.:: <Yb> Whaddya mean misinterpretations!?! Everyone knows you're the one dragging pure, innocent Jaret into the depths of perversion! <Lisl> ::muttering:: I don't know... I'd say Jaret's getting pretty well f*cked over.... * Yurigama nods gently to Yb. "Yes, of course, Magus Yb." * Yurigama has another swallow of water, sets the mug down and turns to the room in general. * Yb blinks a few times. "Do you mean it? Do you really think I'm a magus?" Yb holds her hands under her chin and stares at Yuri with puppy dog eyes. <Yurigama> I understand that many of you are upset that I did not immediately reveal myself when we arrived back from Kara-Tur. I regret that you feel that way, but until I had a lead on what Masato might do, I didn't want to alarm anyone. <Vallel> ::mutters to Glossaria:: From what I understand, it makes him about the same as Masato, huh? A fate-driven hitch-hiker or something... <Lisl> Alarm? You thought acting oddly and obviously hiding the truth from his close friends would *reassure* us? <Glossaria> ::nods grimly:: <Yurigama> You and Zoya were obviously very taken with the Marten personality that Masato had created. If I returned back from Kara-Tur, and said that I was a similar spirit, but here to stop Masato, who I didn't even know if you were aware of yet, you might very well have turned your not inconsiderable might against me, and forced me from Jaret. Then things would have been quite worse. * Lisl 's eyes blaze yellow as she stands, knocking over her chair, and gestures violently to the silent Zoya. "Worse HOW?" * Yurigama looks calmly at Lisl. "I'm sure you already know the answer to that." <Lisl> Jaret is my friend, dammit. I trust-- ::she pauses, emphasizing her words:: I *trusted* him. * Yb notices Zoya for the first time, "Oh. What happened?" Yb rushes over to Zoya and kneels on the floor next to her. * Zoya doesn't respond to Yb. She sits silently, staring into her untouched cider, occasionally lifting her bandaged hand to finger the necklace at her throat. <Yurigama> If you choose not to trust Jaret because of a choice I made, then that is your loss. <Lisl> ::crossing her arms over her chest:: Well, Master Ghost. You've been useless since you arrived. Tell us, please, what you possibly think you can achieve now? Are you going to wave your hand and bring Marten back? * Yurigama sighs again. "I thought I had told you. Marten never really existed. He was a mask that Masato created to use in his search for whoever he believed was Akiyata. A very well crafted mask, but without another person behind it, it is nothing of substance." * Yb snaps her fingers and jumps to her feet, "That will be my next lecture, 'The nonexistence of men and the masks that make us think they're real.'" <Lisl> He may have begun that way. But he was a personality in his own right. One Zoya loved. And who loved her back. * Yurigama shrugs. "That is remotely possible. The chaotic energies surrounding both this place and the Tower may have breathed a figment life into the construct, but I don't know how complete it would be without the controlling force behind it." <Lisl> ::growling a little, deep in her throat:: Amazing how like Masato you sound...you don't care anything for the living anymore, do you? <Yurigama> Lisl, of course I do. I didn't spend last week trying to track down the missing members of the Lord Mayor's staff, or Glossaria on a whim. * Tyl walks into the Hall, accidentally slamming the door against the wall on her way in. * Vallel jumps up from his stool again. <Vallel> Mistress! * Zoya looks up. Her head swivels until she can look out the window, then she sighs and goes back to looking into her cider. * Yb spins on Yuri, "Unless you were trying to alter the facts to fit your views." * Lisl jumps, half-spinning towards the door, relaxing as she sees who it is. "Tyl. Well met...I think." <Yurigama> In any case, to answer your original question, no. I cannot reassemble what was Moon Dancer. Jaret and I had hoped that Michelle would be able to perform such a ritual, but she has told me that she cannot. * Tyl looks around. <Rhys> Evening, Tyl. Rum on ice? <Tyl> Hey, Zoya! Nice to see you... you know, I had a pretty good idea... ::turns to Rhys:: Please... * Rhys pours Tyl her usual and sets it on the bar. <Zoya> ::At direct mention of her name, Zoya turns her dull gaze to Tyl, but doesn't speak:: * Tyl looks over at Vallel's half-finished drink for a moment, then nods. <Tyl> Thanks Rhys... no more alcohol for this one... <Lisl> ::staring at him:: Reassemble Moon Dancer? Are you mad? It may have suited your purposes to play white knight to Glossaria, and for that I'm afraid I must be grateful. But we've had enough of people playing god here. <Rhys> It's juice. Is that bad? * Vallel blushes dully. <Vallel> No... I'm not allowed alcohol for a while... not until I have better control... * Tyl grabs a stool and pulls it over near Zoya... <Tyl> I was thinking... you know that maneuver that we did on Jelarthna, where I went in and reconstructed his brainwaves after that ::cat in a blender noise:: got to him? I thought something similar might work for your Marten * Glossaria leans over to Vallel. "Control? I thought we took care of that one..." * Yurigama looks slightly puzzled. "Wanting to reunite Moon Dancer with the portions of his spirit that Masato ripped out of him is equivalent to playing god? That's a point of view I wouldn't have expected, but it's since it's all a moot point, I see no need to argue with you about it." <Vallel> ::shudders a bit at the memory:: New ability developed the other day.. * Zoya focuses on Tyl for a moment, then closes her eyes, frowning slightly, as if she's thinking. <Vallel> ::looks seriously at Gloss:: Do you know what happens when healing power goes crazy? I'm so glad Mistress Tyl was around... ::makes a retching noise:: <Lisl> ::frowning, obviously turning over a memory:: Moon Dancer has found a place for himself. One where he's happy, for a change. But you never considered that. <Lisl> So if that's not your purpose here, Ghost, what is? <Yurigama> No one told me that, either. In full view of things, I suppose that is for the best. <Lisl> ::dryly:: You never asked, did you? <Lisl> But yes...'Dancer told me himself, this past week. ::for some reason, Lisl blushes horribly at this:: * Vallel looks over at Lisl, interested... <Glossaria> ::frowning:: Healing power? Did you discover a new gift? <Yurigama> It doesn't matter what my purpose here is, really. I believed that it was to reunite Moon Dancer with his body, but I seem to be the only one supporting that point of view. And I have no desire to force what I want on you, so I am going to withdraw to Kara-Tur, ensure that Masato is indeed resting there, and then return to my rest myself. <Vallel> ::nods:: Well, Charoli probably doesn't see it that way, but yes... <Zoya> ::opening her eyes:: It might be worth a try, Tyl. I'd prefer if first you took another try at communicating with whatever's left inside him - I don't want to destroy someone for my own s-selfish ends. ::she smiles weakly:: <Lisl> ::shoots Vallel a dark none-of-your-beeswax look:: * Tyl leans over and rather spontaneously kisses Zoya's cheek. <Tyl> It'll be okay... * Zoya looks somewhat surprised, and manages a real, if small, smile for her friend. * Vallel looks long at Lisl, then deliberately crosses his eyes and sticks his tongue out <Lisl> ::Crossing her arms again:: Well enough. And if you see fit to escort him to Hell while you're at it, even better. * Glossaria dissolves into giggles, leaning on Vallel's arm. <Zoya> ::glances at Lisl:: Lisl... Stop. Please. We have been hostile enough, long enough. * Lisl misses Vallel's look. <Lisl> ::turning:: Zoya...? * Yurigama begins to unbuckle a swordbelt. * Yb sees Vallel's look, uses one hand to pull her nose up, another to pull her mouth open to one side and sticks her tongue out at Vallel. <Zoya> ::sighs:: I'm not saying that Yurigama did the right thing, in keeping his secrets. But he obviously felt that it was right. He made a mistake, Lisl. He's not going to try to force anything on us now - he's *leaving*. Let it go. * Vallel turns to face Yb and sticks his thumb, fingers splayed, on his nose and waves his fingers back and forth * Yurigama finishes unbuckling the sword belt with the klaive, slowly wraps the belt ends around the scabbard, and gently rests it on the bartop. <Lisl> ::stares at Zoya for a long moment, before looking back at Yurigama. After a long pause, she nods once, and lets out a sigh.:: Well enough. My-- apologies, ghost. * Yb grabs Vallel's ears and starts pulling. * Yurigama bows to Lisl. "Apology accepted, Lady Ferinsdottir." * Zoya looks from Lisl to Yurigama. For a moment, she only looks at him, then she nods her head once. "I thank you for your assistance. Without you, I might well have lost my apprentice, my life, and my soul." * Tyl looks over, rolls her eyes and gestures... * Glossaria whaps Vallel on the arm and smiles hesitantly at Yurigama. * Vallel disappears and appears on the other side of the room, looking confused <Yurigama> You're welcome, High Priestess Natovna. I only hope you have a easier path ahead of you than that which has led you to this point. * Glossaria giggles again. * Tyl turns back to the bar, grabs her drink and knocks the rest of it back * Yurigama takes a last look at the klaive. "Jaret never felt right carrying it, anyway. One of you will be better suited to it, no doubt." * Zoya smiles, though there is no humor in it. "Thank you." * Yb sits down at the bar, pulls a scrap of paper from her pocket and begins sketching on it. <Tyl> ::looks at the klaive:: I wonder... <Yurigama> Good bye. ::begins to cross the Hall to the main door:: * Marten walks into the Hall, slowly and cautiously. He looks around the room equally as slow, taking everyone in singly, making eye-contact with each person before moving on to the next. Once he has looked at everyone, he walks in further, standing a few feet from the bar proper. * Lisl takes a long look at the klaive before walking to it slowly and picking it up. * Yurigama stops. * Yb flying tackles Marten. "Moon Dancer you're back!" <Lisl> I think... ::she turns to the wall that bears Sealgair's crossed swords, and stops, seeing Marten:: Marten? * Zoya freezes in place, something like disbelief on her face. * Marten looks at Lisl, sad for a moment. "Marten... will do. I don't know if that's the right name or not, Lisl." <Tyl> Hey M... How ya feeling? * Lisl stares at him, a puzzled expression on her face. After a long moment, she holds out the klaive to him. * Marten pulls Yb off of him, and stands. "Milady Yb. Well met." He holds her at arm's length. * Yurigama looks at Marten, his face expressionless, his body casually ready. * Vallel walks back over from the other side of the bar and stands semi-protectively in front of Gloss * Yb looks down at what she's wearing, "If I'd known you'd be back tonight I'd have worn something more appropriate." * Marten looks at the offered klaive, and waves his hand dismissively. "No. I think that's Jaret's now. It suits him better." <Tyl> ::makes a face:: Like... nothing, Yb? * Glossaria hugs Vallel's arm, tears running down her face. "Oh..oh...I always cry at happy endings..." * Yb looks at Tyl, "Well I'd get to that, but I'd give you all a chance to say your hellos to Dancer before I dragged him off." * Tyl laughs. <Lisl> ::nodding:: I'll just... find a place for it... until he's... better. ::glancing at Yuri before walking over to the crossed swords, and hanging the klaive by its scabbard above the buckler:: * Tyl walks over to Lisl and talks very quietly to her. <Yurigama> ::very quietly, almost regretfully:: Masato-san? <Vallel> ::mutters:: that better damn be the wrong name... <Marten> ::looks at Yurigama:: No, Yurigama. He is gone. I... I remember everything, and... ::he walks to Jaret, extending a hand, and places it on Yurigama's shoulder:: He is gone, Yurigama-san. He has returned to rest, for now. * Yb plops down at the table and starts pulling a collection of dolls out of her pockets while muttering under her breath. * Yurigama exhales slowly. "That is all I wished to here. Good bye, everyone. Good bye." <Tyl> Ta.... don't forget to write... or whatever it is you do... * Yurigama circumnavigates Marten and finishes his walk to the door. <Lisl> ::Lisl bows her head, letting go a breath she didn't know she was holding:: <Vallel> For now... for now... I don't think I like that too much... * Yb puts a final doll on the table. This one is dressed in a bards outfit and carries a lute. "Play for us." * Tyl looks a little perplexed and sits at a table, thinking * Zoya hasn't moved her gaze from Marten since he came in. Suddenly trembling, she gropes blindly for the edge of the table, and eases herself back into her chair, all without looking away from Marten:: * Rhys leans over, grabs the mug holding what's left of Yurigama's water and sends it off to the kitchen. <Yb> ::The doll starts playing it's lute and singing a ballad.:: * Marten turns to look at Zoya. He watches her sit, and takes a tentative step toward her. * Tyl reaches into her vest pocket absent-mindedly and removes a small packet. With a quick motion, she wets her finger, dips it in the packet, then sticks her finger back in her mouth. * Rhys looks at Tyl. "Want something to drink with that?" <Tyl> Hmmm? Oh, sure... thanks... * Rhys pours Tyl another glass of rum and ice. * Tyl reaches over and takes the glass, sipping at it while thinking, her eyes far away * Lisl returns to the table, snagging her mug and discreetly backing off a little:: <Marten> Zoya, I... ::he stops, and seems to sum up some confidence:: How are you this evening, Zoya? * Zoya lifts a hand tentatively, then freezes, searching Marten's face. "I'm fine, M-Marten. A little surprised to see you up and about." * Yb pulls another scrap of paper from her pocket and starts sketching again. <Rhys> Marten, care for anything from the bar? * Marten nods. "So am I, Zoya. I thought I was dead. I thought..." ::he looks to Rhys:: "No, not yet. But, I will reserve the right to change my mind, before the night is over." <Zoya> ::licks her lips almost nervously:: Will... Will you sit? ::she indicates a chair at her table:: * Vallel looks over his teacher, frowning a little... * Lisl saunters over to the bar casually, trying not to look like a radar beacon as she keeps her ears tuned on Zoya's table. <Rhys> Lisl, need a refill on that? <Yb> Boy Zoya, he must love you an awful lot to give up godhood for you. * Yb continues sketching. <Lisl> Barely touched it, thanks, Rhys. But something to eat wouldn't be amiss... * Zoya glances at Yb, startled, then looks back at Marten. <Rhys> In the mood for anything in specific, or just something to nibble on... * Vallel prudently removes his arm from Lisl nibbling range <Lisl> ::grins slyly as she catches Vallel's motion, and shrugs at Rhys:: Just a nosh would be good. * Marten looks at the chair at Zoya's table. "If you'd like, yes." He tentatively reaches for the chair and takes a seat, acting as if he expects Zoya to ask him to stop at a moment's notice. * Rhys eyes Lisl, and gets a sudden crafty look in his eyes. "Pickle slices, perhaps?" * Tyl looks up suddenly, then laughs, slapping the table with her hand <Yb> Geez Marten. Just given up your divinity and you've already forgotten that you're supposed to bring her flowers. * Yb continues to sketch. * Lisl glares at Yb, nodding to Rhys distractedly. "Anything would be fine." * Marten looks at Yb. "Divinity? I don't know what you think happened, but I was never offered godhood, Yb. I simply died. Then, I was brought back." <Zoya> What... ::Zoya flushes, then pales, then flushes again in rapid succession, then continues determinedly.:: What do you remember? * Tyl slaps herself in the forehead suddenly... <Tyl> I almost forgot... Lisl, can you look at something for me...? <Yb> You had two souls dwelling inside you. What other definition of godhood is there? * Yb continues to sketch. * Marten looks back to Zoya. "Everything. I remember it all, Zoya." * Rhys heads into the kitchen and comes out with a plate of meat, cheese, and slices of bread. A few dill pickle spears are in the center of the plate. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: Yb, you make him sound as though he were pregnant. * Vallel tweaks a piece of cheese off the plate as Rhys passes by <Lisl> Certainly, Tyl...::sliding her eyes towards Vallel again:: You sure you don't mean *smell* it? * Yb shrugs and continues to sketch, "That's part of the divinity that all women share." <Tyl> ::laughs:: Well, I'm trying to teach him discretion... <Marten> ::shakes his head, and responds to Yb without turning to face her:: Having two souls inside you is a far cry from godhood, Yb. It was a nightmare, to say the least. <Lisl> ::snorts at Yb's statement, and coughs at Tyl's:: Try harder. <Zoya> And what.. ::She looks into Marten's eyes, hope warring with fear:: What do you want, now? * Tyl reaches gingerly into her pocket and pulls out a pouch. Inside the pouch is a lump of some sort of animal fur... <Yb> The price one pays for being a god. <Lisl> ::leaning over the pouch Tyl holds, shooting irritable looks at Yb:: <Tyl> This... weird thing attacked me last night. I managed to drive it off, but I never saw such a creature before. <Marten> ::to Zoya:: What do I want? I don't know yet, Zoya. I'd like to know who I *am* first, I think. ::he stops, and looks at her closely:: Is there something specific you wanted to ask? <Lisl> ::concerned:: Did it bite you, or scratch you? * Yb gets up and walks over to the bar, stopping to pat Marten's shoulder on the way. "Trust yourself. Everything else will fall into place from there." <Lisl> ::shooting Yb another poisonous glare:: One of these days.... * Yb perches on a stool next to Lisl, "'Kick please." * Yb looks at Lisl, "One of these days what?" <Lisl> ::muttering:: With pleasure... * Rhys sizes Yb up. "Mug or shotglass?" * Zoya looks away, and then determinedly back. "Yes. But I don't know if you have the answer, or if this is the time or the place to ask..." She closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them. "Will you be staying at the Tower while you... While you relearn yourself? <Yb> I'm glad to hear you're enjoying yourself Lisl. <Yb> Shotglass please. <Lisl> Give it to her in something spillproof, Rhys, or gods help us all. * Rhys fetches a (non-animate) shotglass from under the bar, fills it with a clear liquid, and sets it in front of Yb. <Tyl> No... It managed to knock some bookshelves over on one of my other students, who suffered a broken arm... I'm not sure it was very serious in its attack... * Marten manages a small smile. "If you'd allow it, then yes. I think that, for now, I cannot call any other place home." <Lisl> ::shaking her head and dragging her attention back to Tyl:: Well, let me...*see* it. ::holding out her hand for the pouch:: * Tyl releases it somewhat reluctantly... * Lisl peers into the pouch for a moment before holding it to her nose and sniffing delicately. * Yb downs the contents of the shotglass...And continues her backwards arc to the floor. <Zoya> You will always be welcome. ::She reaches across the table and touches Marten's cheek very briefly, smiling.:: * Rhys snaps his fingers, and the floor Yb impacts relaxes under her as if it were a down comforter. <Zoya> ::Almost as if embarrassed, she lifts her cider, realizes too late she's using her damaged hand, and barely catches the mug with her left hand before it drops. She takes a long drink to hide her further embarrassment.:: * Marten leans slightly, almost instinctively into Zoya's touch, then tenses back again, and offers a small smile. "Thank you, Zoya. I... I was afraid you'd ask me to leave..." <Lisl> ::puffing out a breath through her nose and rearing back:: Ick. <Tyl> Ick is right... <Tyl> I think it was just testing us... <Lisl> No, I mean, ick, cat. * Rhys levitates Yb up off the floor and into one of the easy chairs near the fireplace, where she establishes a precarious equilibrium of teeter and totter, but remains in the chair. <Zoya> ::looking up, still slightly flushed:: Why would I do that? ::Her eyes dart quickly to the front of Marten's shirt as if seeking something, then back up to his face:: <Lisl> ::sparing a glance at the floor, and flicking her eyes up at Rhys:: Aw, didja have to? * Yb speaking clearly, though clearly comatose, "I love those who yearn for the impossible." <Tyl> ::nods:: sort of... but with eight legs... and big horns... ::gestures over her head:: <Rhys> ::to Lisl:: Of course I did. <Rhys> ::said with a smile:: <Marten> ::looks at Zoya, dropping his gaze so that he won't meet hers:: I am not the man I was, Zoya. I am... someone else. I don't know if you'll have the same feelings for me as you did for him. * Vallel turns to Glossaria and pulls her closer to him, laying his cheek against her hair... then turns her away from her Mistress and Marten... <Lisl> Eight legs and horns? ::frowning:: Closest thing I know to that description is a displacer beast. Or Sleipnir. ::snorting:: * Zoya swallows, then looks quickly around the room. "I think... I think this is one of those things best spoken of... later." <Tyl> what's a slepl... spellis... whatever you just said... <Marten> ::looks around the room, at the collection of Patrons:: If you think it best, then I can wait. ::he pauses:: I have no reason to hesitate though, Zoya. <Lisl> Sleipnir. It's a him. As far as I know, there's only one of him. It's the steed of one of the human gods, from the Northern Wastes. <Glossaria> ::snuggles into Vallel's embrace, still sniffling a little:: <Tyl> Um... no, I don't think so... this sort of looked like a weird tiger crossed with a bull or something. * Vallel whispers to Gloss * Zoya looks at Marten questioningly. <Tyl> And, I'm pretty sure it was psionic... * Lisl looks over her shoulder at the couple and grins. "Yeah...the faster he gets back with you, the happier that cub will be...and the more sleep *I'll* get! <Lisl> Psionic!? You're sure? ::frowning:: That doesn't sound like anything I recognize from around here...did something conjure it accidentally? Or do you think this was...purposeful? <Yb> A sharp tongue is the only edge tool that grows keener with constant use. <Marten> ::sighs:: I don't know what else to say, Zoya. The rest is up to you. I think... I remember how he felt, and why he felt those things for you. Time and patience will tell if his feelings are as strong. <Tyl> I don't know, really. I know *I* didn't call for it. I don't have any use for a cat-cow * Marten smiles. "I'd like to think that they are, though. If you'll..." He stops, and looks at the table. "I do not want to say more, yet. It's too soon." <Lisl> ::coughs:: A cat-cow? Ha! * Zoya looks like she's about to say something, then sighs and nods. "Later, then." * Glossaria snuggles into Vallel's shoulder, whispering. <Marten> ::looks at Zoya, expectantly:: No, please. What were you going to say, Zoya? * Tyl looks over at the two couples... <Tyl> I wish Jelarthna would come home soon... ::sighs:: * Lisl claps a hand on Tyl's shoulder sympathetically as she hands the pouch back. "You have no *idea* what it's been like." * Tyl points at the younger couple... "Really? You think so?" <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: No, I meant...::blushing furiously:: Never mind what I meant. <Tyl> ::raises her eyebrows:: <Zoya> I... ::she looks around again, then back toward Marten without meeting his gaze:: That I think there might have been more of you to him than you think. That... That finding what I loved in him, in you, might not be so difficult. ::She glances up at his face briefly, then away again:: <Lisl> And don't even *think* of peeking! <Lisl> ::shaking her finger at Tyl.:: <Tyl> ::grins at Lisl:: Have I ever stepped uninvited into your thoughts? <Lisl> Exactly. That's why I'm making sure to uninvite you. <Rhys> Last call, everyone. If you'd like anything else, now's the time to say so. * Lisl draining her mug. "One for the road, Rhys. I'm going to need it." <Marten> ::looks at Zoya:: Perhaps, Zoya. Perhaps. But, I don't know what thoughts are his, and what are 'Dancer's, and what are left over from Masato... and what are mine, yet. I don't... I don't want to risk hurting you, by acting on feelings and desires that aren't even mine. * Rhys pours Lisl a mug of mulekick. <Lisl> ::muttering at Marten's last comment:: No worries THERE. <Tyl> ::grins at Rhys:: I'd like world peace, a lot of gold, and my intended back on this plane... <Lisl> Thanks, Rhys. ::taking a hefty swallow:: <Rhys> Would another rum and ice be an acceptable substitute, Tyl? * Zoya nods and looks down at her barely-touched cider. "As you say. Later." * Marten looks at Lisl. "What does that mean, Lisl?" <Tyl> Sure... ::grins:: * Rhys pours Tyl another drink. <Lisl> ::staring fixedly into her mug:: Never you mind. <Lisl> Just....::taking another swallow::...when you have a bit of free time, there's someone you might want to spe-- um. See. <Marten> ::nods, and turns back to Zoya:: Later, then. I came here to find you, so I could talk to you. I... ::he stops again, unsure of whether to continue:: I have most of my worries and fears lying at your feet, Zoya. I think I need to start here. * Zoya nods again, and closes her eyes as if she's very tired, lifting her bandaged hand almost unconsciously to touch the necklace at her throat. * Tyl coughs <Tyl> Okay, Zoya... I'll take the kids for the night... ::gestures at Gloss and Vallel, who are staring into each other's eyes:: <Lisl> ::chuckles:: Are you sure your insurance can stand it? * Zoya opens her eyes in Tyl's direction and nods slowly. "Thank you, Tyl. I appreciate it." * Lisl takes another sip of 'kick. <Tyl> After everything else? Are you kidding? But I think they'll be okay. I've fireproofed everything I can get my mind around * Vallel blushes again <Zoya> ::Carries the mostly untouched cider back to the bar:: Sorry, Rhys. I guess I wasn't very thirsty. ::she smiles wanly:: <Rhys> It's all right Zoya. It won't go to waste. * Rhys takes the cider over to the tap, pushes the lever instead of pulling it, and the cider runs up out of the mug and back into the tap system. <Lisl> ::chuckling and winking at Vallel:: Heh. Don't worry about it, kid. One day you'll be glad you're such a hot lover. * Vallel turns purple and tucks his face against Gloss's neck * Zoya looks mildly astonished. "Well, that's all right, then." She smiles much more cheerfully and then turns toward the door. <Zoya> ::glances at Marten:: Will you walk back with me? Or do you have other business? * Glossaria pats Vallel's head, having the temerity to wink at Lisl. <Tyl> All righty, children... let's go... <Marten> ::looks at Zoya:: Other business? No, Zoya. Righting things with you is my first order of business. I will be pleased to walk back to the Tower with you. * Vallel offers Gloss his arm * Lisl smiles a little into her mug, "And I can probably go home and get some sleep for a change!" * Zoya smiles briefly at Lisl and Tyl as she waits for Marten to catch up. "Good night, my friends." <Tyl> ::grins at Lisl and lightly punches her in the arm:: I know this nice alpha I could introduce you to... <Glossaria> ::smiles at Vallel, turning her smile on the room:: See? I *told* you I cried at happy endings! * Rhys hides a smile at Tyl's comment. <Lisl> Sleep sweet, Zoya...or not. ::chuckling:: <Lisl> Hey, you said you wouldn't peek! ::sounding outraged:: * Tyl herds the children out of the hall, flicking Rhys a gold coin on her way out. * Marten stands, and looks over the room. He then quietly follows Zoya out the door, into the night. <Tyl> I didn't peek, dearie... just a lucky guess... * Vallel leaves. * Glossaria allows herself to be pushed out by Tyl. * Tyl leaves. <Lisl> ::shakes her head and polishes off her 'kick:: * Rhys catches the coin, and drops it in the lockbox. <Lisl> Rhys, sometimes it just doesn't bloody well pay to be single. <Rhys> Oh? <Lisl> ::shaking her head:: Then again, if I had a husband...that cub would be dead by now. <Lisl> ::putting down her mug and standing up:: Good night, Rhys. Sleep sweet. * Rhys comes around the bar, looking at Yb's sleeping form. "I think if I put her in one of the far rooms, she's less likely to destroy the structure of the Hall when she wakes..." <Rhys> Good night, Lisl. Same to you. <Rhys> And I don't think it's quite a cub anymore. <Lisl> ::chuckling:: I wish you joy of her. Better you than me. <Lisl> You can be SURE of that! Bloody teenagers... ::shaking her head as she stalks off:: * Rhys raises Yb up with another spell, and guides her up the stairs. He comes back down in a few minutes and locks the door with a wave of his hand. <Rhys> ::with a wry smile:: And what rough beast, its hour come at last, slouches to Marsember to be born? * Rhys heads into the kitchen, to finish cleaning up. |
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