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* Nacheyla walks in wearing a thick black cloak, the hood pulled low over her face. <Nacheyla> ::turns and closes the door behind her:: What a week! Hall's Open. :;she walks towards the bar, waving about half the candles alight so the Hall is much dimmer than normal:: * Nacheyla pulls the curtains tight over the windows before pulling her hood and cloak off. * Zoya enters, carrying a thin notebook. She looks grim, but not overly distressed. She settles at the bar and gives Nach a half-smile. "It hasn't gone away yet?" <Nacheyla> Ah, good evening, Zoya ::grins wickedly:: Not a bit. <Zoya> ::smiles a little wider:: I'm glad you're retaining your sense of humor about it. Have you had much trouble with it yet? <Nacheyla> Well, I've been trying to stay out of sight. No sense finding out if I'm immune to being burned at the stake or not. I'd reckon not. <Zoya> ::wryly:: No, I expect that would do it for you. * Kevil enters and looks around before sweeping a bow. "Ladies.... A good evening to you." <Nacheyla> ::looks over:: Oh... it's the boy cootie... come on over and let me buy you a drink as a way to say I'm sorry... ::grins:: * Zoya smiles at Kevil. "Hello, Kevil. Have you been properly introduced to Nacheyla, yet?" <Banal> ::a loud, hideous screeching noise becomes audible inside the Hall and seems to get closer and louder:: * Glossaria enters, half-starting when she sees Nacheyla and ducking her head. When she sees Kevil, she droops even lower, and heads for the darker corner of the bar. * Bluestar enters, his cloak billowing behind him, and seeming to contain all the night sky in its depths. He is beaming widely and has a bundle of thin, twisted black twigs in his hand. "I'm a father, congratulate me!" * Nacheyla looks over, trying to figure out the source of the noise. * Kevil drifts toward the bar, smiling at Nacheyla. "Not since..." He stops briefly at her appearance, then makes a smooth recovery, bowing low. "My honor, Lady." * Zoya looks up at Bluestar and smiles. "Congratulations." <Nacheyla> Oh! ::stops worrying about the noise:: Congratulations! ::digs out a bottle of champagne:: On the House! * Bluestar hustles around the Hall, pressing a root into everyone's hand. "Here you are, there you go, yes, it's a boy, ten fingers and ten toes, two eyes, one nose, two ears, yes, yes yes, quite lovely." * Lisl enters, stopping for a moment as she looks around the room. "Bit dim in here. Not fixed yet, Nach?" * Zoya looks at the root in her hand perplexedly. * Nacheyla sniffs at the root curiously. * Kevil grins at Bluestar genially. * Bluestar stops at Nacheyla. "A... a brantha? How unusual. Well, here you are!" <Bluestar> ::gives Nacheyla some blackroot:: <Banal> ::the screeching noise gets still closer and louder, then stops, apparently near the door:: * Bluestar looks around. "It's blackroot. You chew on it, and when it stops tasting all tingly, you bite off the end until it tingles again." * Zoya glances at the door, hoping the noise will stop. <Lisl> ::smirks and accepts the root, sticking it into her mouth and chewing on the end of it:: Congratulations, Bluestar! How's Cwal? * Bluestar looks at the door. "You've got a bit of a loose spigot or something out there." * Zoya blinks and gingerly chews on the end of the root. * Nacheyla shrugs and chews on her blackroot. <Bluestar> Cwallie's fine, she's resting for the moment. I thought I'd take a few moments and duck over here to Marsember, spread the news, and say hello to everyone. <Zoya> ::grins:: So what are you naming the child? <Nacheyla> ::to Lisl:: Well... I seem to have a bit of light sensitivity... eyes, I guess. * Glossaria glances curiously towards the door, but otherwise does her best to remain unnoticed. <Bluestar> Corrigan. Corrigan Bluestar. <Zoya> ::considers:: A good name. <Banal> ::the door opens and reveals the form of a tall, heavily muscled human man, holding an absurdly large and obviously magical warhammer by the handle, the head resting on the floor. He wears only a fairly grimy looking loincloth, and his black hair is cropped short and uneven:: * Zoya blinks at the new arrival in surprise. <Lisl> ::chuckles:: A bit of brimstone incense should clear that condition right up. * Nacheyla looks around for her cloak, then shrugs. "Ah, hell with it." <Kevil> ::raises an eyebrow:: <Lisl> ::frowning in puzzlement at the new arrival:: A berzerker? Here? * Bluestar sticks a bit of blackroot in his mouth and chews on it with a practiced thoughtlessness. * Nacheyla flickers her tail around the bar and slaps Lisl's hand with the spaded end. "Be nice." <Lisl> Ow! ::pulling her hand back:: That actually smarted! * Banal enters, smiling widely and dragging the hammer along the floor of the hall, making a much more muted sound, and leaving an indentation from it's weight * Tyl comes in. She is dressed in a simple black smock, belted at the waist, but with no other adornments. * Nacheyla groans, looking at the floor. "I spent three days last week trying to fix the bartop!" <Bluestar> Tyl! Sister-in-law of mine, you're an auntie! Here, have some blackroot. ::shoves some blackroot in the corner of her mouth:: * Zoya smiles at Tyl as she comes in. "Tyl! How are you tonight?" * Kevil spots Glossaria hiding in the shadows and smiles to her. <Lisl> 'Evening, Tyl. Good to see you well. * Codex walks into the Hall carrying a stack of papers with an ink pot and a few quills balanced on top. * Tyl kisses Bluestar on the cheek. "I know... who can sleep with labor going on?" <Banal> ::drags his huge hammer over to the bar and smiles goofily at Nacheyla:: Banal want drink! * Codex sets his pile on a table, then climbs up onto a chair, "Beer, and keep it coming." * Nacheyla looks over the big man, shrugs and pours a mug of meade. "Here you go." * Bluestar looks the hammer up and down thoughtfully and sighs. "... probably not worth the trouble, anyway..." * Nacheyla gets a beer for Codex, half shielding her face from him. * Bluestar sneaks up behind Codex and sticks a twist of blackroot in his non-writing hand. <Glossaria> ::her eyes widen with alarm at Kevil's smile and she starts to duck, but catches herself in mid-motion and, with the doomed expression of a woman headed for the executioner's axe, starts over towards Kevil. * Bluestar grabs Tyl and does a little jaunty dance about the floor of the Hall for a few moments. "How am I? I'm *happy*!" * Kevil smiles encouragingly at Glossaria as she approaches. "Good evening to you, sweet angel!" * Tyl smiles, almost in spite of herself, dancing along with him <Banal> ::downs half the mug and wipes the back of his mouth with his hand and burps loudly:: Ahhh! How much you want Banal pay? ::he pulls some coins from inside of the gamy loincloth:: Banal have food, too? <Tyl> He's a fine boy. * Codex picks up the mug, never loosening his grip on the blackroot and drinks deeply before returning to his writing. <Glossaria> ::looking at the floor:: G.. Good evening, Lord Kevil. <Bluestar> I don't know if you heard, we named him Corrigan. Oh, have you seen him already? <Nacheyla> I'll get you some venison. Rare? Bread too. Just leave a few copper on the bar. ::rushes off into the kitchen:: * Kevil reaches out and snags Glossaria's hand. "Lady Zoya tells me you are feeling better, yes?" <Lisl> Long health to him, Bluestar. ::picking up a glass of the offered champagne, toasting him, and emptying it in a swallow. <Tyl> ::smiles:: She's my sister, you know. Yes, I saw him. He's darling. <Bluestar> Yes, yes he is, isn't he? * Banal beams happily and drops some coppers on the bar, returning the rest of the coins to their dubious home * Bluestar twitches slightly at the sound of coins going *splut*, but doesn't turn around. * Nacheyla comes back in, carrying a largish tray of meat and bread, which she places on the bar before gingerly brushing the copper coins into her hand, dropping them into the lock box and wiping her hands on her pants. <Glossaria> I... yes, I am, Lord Kevil, but I... ::face reddening:: I apologize sincerely for my abysmal behavior towards you earlier this week. <Codex> ...no evidence of demonic intervention... * Nacheyla overhears Codex and moves back into the shadows behind the bar. <Lisl> ::glances sidelong at Nach and restrains a chuckle:: <Kevil> Apology accepted, sweet angel - though of course none is necessary. I am only happy to see you once again yourself... At least, mostly. ::he smiles at her:: <Banal> ::beams happily at the large tray of food and sets to, cramming overly large amounts of torn bread an meat into his mouth and smacking contentedly:: Good snack! <Codex> ...aberrant psychotic elements... <Glossaria> But... it *is* necessary. ::twisting her hands together:: I... I never should have said... what I did. It was wholly inappropriate and highly disrespectful, and... and... I *meant* it. ::covering her face:: * Banal looks around at the Hall and the assorted people celebrating and talking, and smiles in general. <Lisl> ::glances at Banal, shakes her head, and moves over to peer over Codex's shoulder:: * Jelarthna enters slowly, somewhat hesitantly, and looks around quickly * Codex takes a health drink of beer and goes back to writing. * Bluestar squints at Codex and whispers to Tyl, "Is that the halfling you were living with back in Marsember? Along with the loud incoherent human?" <Jelarthna> Sealgair? Damn... he's not here. ::sighs and ducks out quickly:: <Tyl> Eh? ::looks after Jelarthna:: Oh, damn. <Lisl> Jel!!! Jel, wait! <Lisl> ::starts to get up, then shakes her head and thinks better of it:: * Tyl follows Jel out of the Hall, moving as quickly as she can for someone who is obviously very stiff and sore. <Lisl> Hey, Nach! Could I get a mug of mulekick over here? * Kevil gently takes Glossaria's hands from her face. When he speaks, his voice is very quiet. "Glossaria, sweetling, look at me. I do not blame you for what you were pressed to say, nor do I feel any anger toward you for your... abruptness. There is no reason for you to feel ashamed, not with me, d'va?" <Nacheyla> Surely. ::fills a stone mug with mulekick and brings it over to Lisl:: * Nacheyla looks up at the door and pauses, trying to decide whether to run or smile. <Glossaria> But I... ::biting her lip:: I never would have *said* it, it was wrong of me, but... I wasn't forced into *thinking* it. * Banal downs the other half of the mug of meade and continues scarfing the meat and bread at a slightly alarming rate. He chokes for a moment at one point and coughs up a hung and mashed together, mostly-chewed food, then quickly pops it back in his mouth to chew a couple more times before swallowing again. * Bluestar picks up a flute of champagne. <Bluestar> ::and puts it back down again:: <Lisl> ::accepts her mug and takes a sip, leaning over to Codex:: You know, if you wait another week, she may have a chance to take care of the "aberrant" part. <Kevil> ::smiles more widely:: Never apologize for your thoughts, Glossaria. They are yours, and yours alone. Take responsibility for your actions alone, d'va?" * Tyl comes back in, swearing viciously in a strange, snarling language * Xarroch enters the Hall, opening the door with a bit less force than usual, and squeezing inside <Glossaria> ::still chewing on her lip, she nods reluctantly:: At least... at least I didn't *do* anything. I think. ::sounding faintly regretful about that:: * Zoya eyes Tyl. "Tyl?" * Codex finishes his beer, "Another. And I know. That's the point I'm trying to make. That any skilled group of individuals will possess aberrant elements and that schools such as Tyl's can serve to contain them so that they don't become menaces to the population in general." * Bluestar raises an eyebrow at Tyl. "*I* didn't teach you such language..." <Lisl> ::blinks a moment, sorting through that:: Ah. ::leaning back:: Alright. <Tyl> He got away. Damn her! <Xarroch> ::glances at Tyl:: And what happened to make you speak such a foul thing, Tyl'gainia? <Kevil> ::chuckles:: That is good. If you are to enter such study, best you do so with all your faculties at *your* command, yes? <Lisl> ::looking up:: Jel, too? <Tyl> Xarroch! Oh! Thank all the gods! Can you go find him? <Glossaria> ::smiling a little:: Yes. ::glancing at Xarroch's entrance:: Oh, dear. Excuse me, I have someone else to apologize to... * Nacheyla pours Codex another beer, places it far down the table from him and nudges it in his direction. * Banal blows his nose hard several times into his hand, coming up with a few stray bits of food, and wipes his hand on the edge of the counter * Michelle enters the Hall. She's dressed in a simple brown skirt, yellow turtleneck, and a maroon cardigan sweater. Her hair is loose and damp, looking like it has been freshly brushed. * Bluestar begins glaring at Banal. * Kevil smiles. "Brave heart, sweet angel." He kisses her on the forehead before releasing her to further apologies. <Banal> ::waves eagerly at Nacheyla:: Banal want more. ::points at the mug:: * Nacheyla winces, making a sick face. <Xarroch> Find who? <Nacheyla> Sure. ::fetches another tray of food:: <Tyl> Jelarthna, of course! ::looks frustrated and exasperated and desperately worried all at the same time:: * Meghan follows Michelle in she is wearing a green dress which brightens her eyes. Her hair is also piled on top of her head looking slightly damp <Bluestar> Ladies! I'm a father! Here, have some blackroot. It's good for you. ::passes out some more of the roots:: <Xarroch> ::raises an eyebrow at Tyl:: I could *try*, I suppose. Why? * Lisl pulls a serviceable handkerchief out of her jerkin and offers it to Banal. "Banal, I think, needs to learn better table manners. Here. With my blessings. Keep it." * Kevil smiles as Michelle and Meghan enter. He bows elegantly from his perch on a barstool. "Ladies!" * Nacheyla places food on the counter, then, wincing, wipes off the edge of the counter with a damp rag. * Michelle hugs Bluestar, "Congratulations Bluestar. Is it a boy or a girl?" * Meghan smiles softly to Kevil * Bluestar hugs Michelle back. "It's a boy. Corrigan Bluestar." * Michelle nods to Kevil, "Good evening Kevil." <Banal> ::takes the handkerchief from Lisl and looks at it oddly:: But this not big enough for Banalto wear. * Michelle turns in place, "Good evening to all of you." <Glossaria> ::approaching Xarroch hesitantly:: Because we have reason to believe that Master Jelarthna has been planted with a psionic suggestion. ::meekly:: Like I was. I'm sorry about the way I... behaved last week, Xarroch. ::she pauses:: Thank you for stopping me. ::she sounds a little less heartfelt about the last statement:: * Tyl pulls at her hair, stamping her foot. "Oh, just find him, Xarroch, please. It's terribly terribly important... someone's been messing with his mind again!" * Meghan takes a seat at the bar somewhat away from the group * Codex drinks some more beer. <Lisl> ::chuckling despite herself:: No, it's not for wearing. It's for blowing your nose and spitting into. In this country, we don't share body fluids 'til we're asked to. * Michelle sits down next to Meghan, "Something cheerful when you get the chance Nacheyla." <Xarroch> ::looks between Tyl and Glossaria grimly:: So there *was* something affecting you, Glossaria? Damn, I only thought to check magically. ::rubs his chin thoughtfully:: And Jelarthna has been affected as well? * Michelle leans over and whispers to Meghan. * Nacheyla pours Michelle a glass of Bluestar's champagne. "He won't notice." * Kevil stands and approaches Meghan. "Bright star... I feel I must apologize for some... impertinent questions I asked of you earlier, d'va?" * Bluestar holds up a finger, "He will notice, he won't mind, however." <Meghan> Thanks Nach ::smiles at her:: <Glossaria> ::nodding:: A psionic suggestion. From Charoli, most likely. ::sounding angry:: <Xarroch> ::smiles at Meghan:: Hello, little Meghan! How are you finding your new home with Michelle? ::offers Michelle a smile also:: * Meghan looks at Kevil her gaze soft * Tyl is walking around in a small circle, impatient. <Meghan> You didn't ask anything that bothered me Kevil. No need to apologize ::she smiles at him:: * Michelle raises her flute to Bluestar, "To the health of your family Bluestar." * Meghan smiles to Xarroch * Michelle returns Xarroch's smile. <Bluestar> Thank you, Michelle. We all thank you. <Meghan> I like it very much thanks Xarroch. But I don;t have long to enjoy it <Kevil> It is my luck only that you were gracious enough not to be offended, Lady Meghan. I wish you will accept my gift with the same grace. ::he reaches into a pocket and offers her a small package wrapped in plain paper.:: <Codex> ...institute a course on ethics... * Meghan takes the gift from Kevil complete surprise flooding her face <Meghan> ::softly:: Kevil you shouldn't have <Xarroch> ::rests a hand on Tyl's shoulder:: Calm yourself, girl. This is worrying, but perhaps not as much as you fear. <Michelle> It will still be there when you get back Meghan. * Meghan smiles at Michelle as she slowly opens the package <Xarroch> ::cocks his head slightly and looks at Meghan:: Not for long? Are you changing homes yet again? <Kevil> ::smiles:: It is precisely that reason which makes the gift doubly a pleasure to give. * Meghan gasps softly at the comb in the paper <Tyl> ::looks really frustrated:: Yes... but... well, Glossaria seems to have come out of it less scathed than the rest of us. Vallel may never get over it. <Meghan> ::softly:: Oh Kevil. It's lovely * Codex has some more beer. * Meghan reaches out and hugs him softly <Banal> ::continues stuffing his face, setting Lisl's gift on the counter beside the platter, then waves at Nach again:: Banal want more drink. * Bluestar has some champagne and chews on his blackroot. <Kevil> ::returns Meghan's hug gently:: I am glad it pleases you, bright star. I do not know if you wear such ornaments, but the green put me in mind of your eyes, and I was determined you should have it. ::he grins:: * Nacheyla pours another mug of meade. <Nacheyla> Xarroch? Would you like some mulekick? <Glossaria> ::putting a hand on Xarroch's arm:: Thanks to the help of... very good friends, I didn't actually do anything. ::looking chagrinned:: Though not for lack of trying... ::shaking her head:: But Jel... he doesn't even know what's wrong with him. I didn't. And Charoli is... a very sick-minded person, I believe. <Zoya> ::to Tyl:: What's that mean? What's wrong with the boy? ::looking slightly alarmed:: * Bluestar hmphs and mutters. "... not far from the tree..." <Meghan> I'm not moving again Xarroch. Just going away on a short trip for a while * Michelle sips her champagne. <Zoya> ::glances sharply at Bluestar:: What did you say, sir? <Codex> ...officially recognized... <Bluestar> I said, mostly to myself, that she didn't fall far from the tree, lady. <Zoya> You are referring to Charoli? <Xarroch> Hmm... Perhaps some urgency is called for. ::to Tyl:: Who did all of this? <Bluestar> Yes, I am. <Tyl> He's... tearing himself apart. He had screaming nightmares last night. And projected them to everyone in the school. ::shudders:: it was awful. <Glossaria> ::frowning:: Tree? <Zoya> ::blinks in surprise:: I didn't know we knew anything about her family. <Bluestar> It's an expression. <Xarroch> ::glances at Nacheyla:: Please. ::does a doubletake:: Nacheyla? ::raises an eyebrow:: <Glossaria> Oh, my poor Vallel... * Nacheyla smiles wickedly at Xarroch. "Nice to see you." <Xarroch> ::to Meghan:: A trip? ::looks a little concerned:: Where are you going? <Zoya> ::to Tyl:: Really? Poor child. Is there anything we can do at all? <Bluestar> Oh, yes. Her father, well, both her parents, actually, used to work for me. <Glossaria> I... Mistress Tyl'gainia, do you think it would be wise if he moved into the Tower for a short time? * Meghan takes her glass and goes to sit away from the sound of the people at the bar <Meghan> To a castle north of here Xarroch * Michelle takes her glass and gestures to Kevil to follow as she goes to join Meghan. <Glossaria> ::shoots a troubled glance at the retreating Meghan, before turning back to Tyl:: * Codex drinks some more of his beer. <Zoya> Did they? Doing... ::she glances at Tyl:: You don't happen to know where they are now, do you? <Lisl> ::speaking up:: Or care to share what, precisely, they did for you? <Xarroch> ::grins back at Nacheyla:: A brantha, eh? Are you taking up shapeshifting as a new hobby? ::sniffs the air:: Almost a pity you don't have the scent. * Meghan sits at the table her face somewhat void of emotion before pain briefly crosses it. She then takes a long drink from the liquid in her glass * Michelle sets her glass down, then takes Meghan's glass from her as well. "This will just make things worse dear." * Bluestar shrugs. "She was an exquisite forger. He was on my staff as a burglar until I found out he was also performing assassinations, at which point I had them removed from my employ." <Michelle> Nacheyla, could we get some cocoa over here? * Meghan looks at Michelle and nods <Glossaria> ::swallowing hard:: A burglar and... and... assassin? And when was Charoli born? Before or after you fired them? <Tyl> ::to Gloss:: I don't know, Gloss, I really don't... he's... awfully upset. <Xarroch> ::walks over to Meghan to looks at her with concern:: A castle to the north? When are you going? And what is bothering you now? Were you also affected, as Glossaria, Vallel, and Jelarthna were? * Kevil watches the interaction between Michelle and Meghan, frowning slightly. He looks back around the room, then walks over to the far corner where the two ladies are. "Might I join you? We will, after all, be travelling together soon, d'va?" He looks at Meghan with some concern. * Codex sighs and finishes his beer, "Well let's see if it looks any better after it's been copied?" * Nacheyla gets Meg and Michelle two mugs of cocoa * Meghan looks at Kevil and nods <Meghan> Please do Kevil * Nacheyla smiles slyly at Xarroch, her tail whipping around her legs. "Actually, sometimes it seems quite natural." <Glossaria> I know, but... I know it's... what he *thinks* he did to me that's part of it, and maybe if he wakes and sees me well, then... ::shaking her head and trailing off:: Nacheyla, might I have... ::thinks for a moment:: Could I try some Oxygene, if you have it? It's supposed to be a nerve tonic.... * Meghan looks up at Xarroch * Kevil sits down, smiling slightly. * Nacheyla looks around at the taps for a while... then selects one and pours a glass for Gloss. <Bluestar> Before. Well, her father and her. Her mother had been killed at that point, by the son of one of her father's victims. I got there too late to save Charoli's mother, but I saved Charoli. It's beginning to seem I saved the wrong person." <Meghan> I wasn't Xarroch. Sissra has asked me to go find something for her. Michelle and Kevil are going to go with me * Michelle sips her cocoa and watches Meghan. * Zoya considers Bluestar's information. "Hmm. But you have no idea where the father might be, now?" * Codex waves his mug, "More." * Meghan takes her mug and sips some of the coca <Tyl> ::looks concerned:: Sweetheart, I... ::leans over and whispers something to Gloss:: <Bluestar> No, I don't. I didn't keep close tabs on him once he went to the other side. I understand Charoli stated on her application to Tyl's school that she had a falling out with her father, and was at the school to learn a new trade. <Xarroch> ::glances down to where Meghan's necklace should be:: You are certain you were not affected? And you did not answer my other question. * Nacheyla frowns, then talks to the bar quietly. A tap begins growing from the bar, right next to Codex. Nacheyla puts Codex's mug under the spigot. "More," she says. The spigot turns itself and fills the mug. <Glossaria> :;accepts the drink:: I... I think I need to apologize to you, as well, Mistress Nacheyla. I know it was horribly inappropriate of me, especially as your nephew's fiancee, but... as I said before, your current form is very, um, appealing. <Zoya> ::grins somewhat grimly at Bluestar:: She hasn't shown any inclination so far to tell the truth. Ah, well, my research is near to completion. <Xarroch> ::tosses a bit of a grin at Nacheyla:: Natural? I could show you more of what is natural for a Brantha, if you wish.. where and how they live. <Lisl> ::nods grim agreement with Bluestar's assessment:: * Codex ignores the sprouting tap, but drinks deeply from his refilled mug as the starts copying from his sloppy notes onto a clean sheet of paper. * Michelle sips her cocoa. <Banal> ::nods at Glossaria's comment, spraying food with his speech:: Banal think bartender look nice, too. ::grins at her goofily as he chews:: * Nacheyla smiles, somewhat wanly at Banal. "Thank you." * Nacheyla looks over at Xarroch. "I don't know that that would be such a great idea." <Nacheyla> ::gestures at herself:: Form dictates thought and all, but I am still hoping it'll wear off. <Xarroch> ::rests a hand on Meghan's shoulder and nods:: Who else is going with you? Would you like for me, to? I cannot blend well with the humans, but I can pass. And it will be much safer. * Zoya grins at Nach. "I *told* you if it didn't, I'd take care of it." <Banal> ::grins happily at Nacheyla:: You work in whore pits? <Nacheyla> ::snorts at Zoya, her tail whipping around:: Oh, and I *want* giant purple feathers with warts on them. <Xarroch> ::laughs at Nacheyla:: Well, if you change you mind, let me know. * Nacheyla turns back to Banal. "No." <Zoya> No faith, Nacheyla.... After all I've done for you... ::she grins:: * Meghan touches Xarroch's hand lightly with her own "Michelle and Kevil are going with me to. So I think we will be safe. <Lisl> Yeah, Zoya, you turned her into *that*. <Nacheyla> Well ::looks down at herself:: it could have been worse. <Zoya> ::turns her grin on Lisl:: You should've seen what she was like *before*! ::winks:: * Nacheyla looks over at Gloss. "Actually, I don't mind one bit. Nothing to be sorry for. I was quite flattered." <Banal> ::sighs expansively:: That too bad, Banal would pay much! ::looks around:: Where whore pits here? <Lisl> ::grinning nastily at Nach:: I did. She was eleven. That was quite bad enough. * Meghan turns to Kevil * Zoya agrees, "Better a demon than a brat." <Nacheyla> ::shuddering at the thought:: No, that's fine. I think you can find a whore down on pleasure island. * Codex drinks from his beer then splutters, "When in all the Hells did I put that in?" Starts crossing something out of his notes. <Nacheyla> ::turns to Zoya:: Oh, come on! I wasn't *that* bad! <Meghan> So I think we are going to try and leave on Wednesday Kevil. Do you think that will work for you? * Zoya laughs. <Xarroch> ::eyes Kevil for a moment:: I do not know how much protection you can provide, but I do trust Michelle to keep you safe. ::nods a little:: Still... <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow:: You blackmailed me into a second ice cream. <Kevil> ::nods:: I will be ready Wednesday. <Nacheyla> You wanted one! <Nacheyla> Actually, it was only because I was yawning that we didn't have three! <Kevil> ::smiles at Xarroch:: Please, do not worry for her safety. <Lisl> I caved. That doesn't mean I wanted a second one INITIALLY. * Meghan looks up at Xarroch smiling softly <Lisl> ::glances around, looking faintly puzzled, nose twitching:: <Meghan> I promise to call you if I need you. I know you will hear me. Will that be ok my friend? <Banal> ::speaking with his mouth full again:: Where Banal find place with whore pits? * Glossaria sips her drink, cradling the snifter in her palm to let it warm. <Zoya> ::laugh:: Hmm. Maybe there's still some brat to be worked on, there... * Michelle smiles at Nacheyla and Lisl's exchange before turning to Xarroch, "Zoya assures me that Kevil is quite capable. I'm prepared to take her word." <Xarroch> ::nods slowly:: Aye. And I may have my hands full trying to find Jelarthna, as well... <Xarroch> ::looks over at Tyl again, a dangerous glint in his eyes:: So who did this? <Lisl> ::distracted, looking at Banal disgustedly:: That way. ::points:: Keep walking 'til your feet get wet, then hire a boat. <Kevil> ::looks at Michelle in surprise:: She does? ::glances to where Zoya sits at the bar:: Wonders will never cease. ::his eyes twinkle with amusement:: <Nacheyla> ::grins:: Go out the door... walk about five blocks to the south. ::points, just in case he doesn't know where south is, then holds up 5 fingers:: Five blocks. And turn left. ::looks at him:: Away from your hammer. <Banal> ::Banal studies his feet for a moment:: But feet dry! * Meghan watches Kevil smiling at his expressions <Lisl> Yeah. Walk to the Docks. You know, the DOCKS? <Banal> Banal not leave Bash behind! * Banal holds the handle possessively <Lisl> ::muttering:: It's not like you can bloody well carry it, anyway:: So take Bash with you. Please. * Codex has some more beer. <Nacheyla> I mean turn in the direction of your hammer... After you go SOUTH for FIVE blocks. <Banal> ::looks a little confused:: Whore pits on boat? <Lisl> Whore pits on land in the middle of the water. Boat gets you there. <Banal> Banal can carry Bash. ::hefts the huge hammer with little apparent effort, then drops it back down, leaving a large indentation in the floor:: But Bash *heavy*. Easy to drag. * Michelle sips her cocoa. <Nacheyla> ::winces again:: my poor floor. Rhys is going to dock my pay... * Bluestar looks at the dent in the floor, sighs, and takes a step away from Banal along the bar. <Banal> Ah, Banal take *boat* to whore pits. Banal hope they not far. ::scratches himself and resumes stuffing himself:: <Michelle> Don't worry about it Nacheyla. We'll make Xarroch collect the payment later. <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: It's been a long time since I've had to play bouncer, but I'm getting *sorely* tempted. ::turning again:: What IS that smell? I know that smell. <Nacheyla> ::nudges Lisl and points at the gamy Banal:: * Xarroch taps Tyl on the shoulder <Tyl> Yes? ::sighs and rubs her arms absently:: <Lisl> ::snorts:: No, not that. That's obvious. This is... subtle. ::scratching her head:: Spice markets...? <Xarroch> So who is responsible for these... mental intrusions? ::seems a bit *too* calm:: * Zoya eyes Lisl. "Where's it coming from?" <Tyl> ::looking up at him:: One of my students. Charoli. We can't find her. <Tyl> Ex-students, ::corrects herself:: <Xarroch> And she is *not* dead? <Tyl> Not yet ::rubbing her arms some more, pushing the sleeves up revealing very red, raw skin:: We plan on correcting that very soon. <Zoya> We haven't yet found her. She's very... cunning. ::checks a notation in her notebook:: But not quite cunning enough, I think. <Lisl> ::shakes head:: Not sure. ::turning around, cocking her head to check the flow of the draft around the bar:: That way. ::nodding over at the section of bar where Tyl, Xarroch, and Gloss sit together:: * Meghan sips her cocoa her fingers gently tracing the ivy pattern on the comb in her hand <Bluestar> Inexperience, most likely. A temporary disadvantage to exploited as long as it lasts. <Kevil> ::quietly:: Do we travel by horse or afoot, bright star? * Meghan glances up at Kevil then to Michelle <Michelle> Meghan, would you like me to do your hair for you? It's a shame to leave such a gift lying in your pocket. <Xarroch> ::shakes his head a little:: Jelarthna first. Pray that you find her before I do, if you care that she not suffer too much, then. ::his voice fairly thrums with menace:: <Meghan> I don;t know Kevil. Michelle what do you think we should do? <Kevil> ::smiles at Michelle:: * Meghan nods to Michelle <Meghan> I would love that * Lisl takes another swallow of 'kick and sets the mug down again before getting up and heading down the bar on the track of the elusive scent. <Tyl> ::takes Xarroch's arm, looking up at him:: Please find him. What can I do to help? * Glossaria sips her cordial. * Banal finishes off the second tray of food and downs the fresh mug of meade, pausing afterwards to burp even louder than previously * Michelle shakes her head, "This is your quest little sister. Your heart is our only guide until Sissra choses to give you further instructions. Mostly likely you'll have to grow into those instructions. I can give you reason for and against various courses of action, but only you can decide which we should take." * Meghan nods to her * Meghan thinks for a moment and then turns to Kevil <Lisl> ::glancing over at Michelle for a moment before turning her attention back to that end of the bar, pacing closer to the trio:: What IS it with cute nicknames, these days? * Michelle moves her chair so that she's sitting behind Meghan and produces a brush, beginning to go through Meghan's hair again. <Meghan> KEvil which do you think we should do? <Xarroch> ::shakes off some of his anger visible and offers Tyl something of a smile:: I will find him, eventually. I do not know the scope of you mental abilities, so I am unsure how much you would be able to assist me. * Vallel walks in. He's wearing very simple clothing, a white shirt, black pants and boots. He carries no sword and his long hair has been cut almost brutally short. He has a short goatee and mustache. * Michelle looks up at Lisl with an expression of total innocence, "Oh, has Aldis started calling you her lost pup?" <Kevil> ::considers:: I do not know the country through which we must travel... Horses are quicker, but there is nowhere feet do not go. ::he shrugs and grins:: As long as it is not by ship, I am content. <Bluestar> Vallel! I'm a father! Here, have some blackroot. * Meghan smiles at kevil <Meghan> You're no help ::teasingly:: <Vallel> ::takes the blackroot, looks at it, then tucks it into his pocket:: Congratulations. * Meghan glances at Vallel as he walks in and quickly looks away <Lisl> ::making a face at Michelle:: For your sake, I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Excuse me a moment... ::sticks her head between Xarroch and Tyl to sniff the air:: Ah! ::grinning a trifle ferally:: Gloss, what are you drinking? <Bluestar> Thank you! <Tyl> I'm... just very worried... ::rubs at her arms:: <Glossaria> ::leans back a little, putting a defensive hand over her cup:: Oxygene. It's a liqueur. Why? * Michelle continues to brush Meghan's hair, "Whichever path you chose the journey will take three weeks. Sissra already told you that. With horses we can carry more supplies, on the other hand, I suspect you are unaccustomed to long hours in the saddle. You may find it more restful to walk." * Vallel looks around, flinches at Meghan looking away from him, then walks over to the bar. <Kevil> ::notes Meghan's reaction to Val, and raises an eyebrow. He is obviously considering saying something, but decides not to. Instead, he smiles at her.:: I am a great help, bright star! Only ask me to sing you a song, and see how I leap to obey! Or to fetch your drink! <Vallel> May I please have some wine, aunt? <Banal> ::burps again, then farts loudly, producing an almost visible green cloud, and smiles happily:: Ahh! Good place! Banal leave now. ::waves excessively at Nacheyla and contentedly drags his hammer to the door, then out, and the screeching of metal on cobbles fades slowly away into the distance:: * Nacheyla looks at her nephew, frowning. "I don't think that's such a good idea, really." <Glossaria> Vallel! ::noticing him:: How are you, love? * Nacheyla looks over at Banal. "Well, good riddance to bad rubbish." * Zoya scratches a few notations in her notebook, frowning in concentration. * Meghan pushes her cup around on the table her gaze on the cup her face has slowly gone pale * Kevil leans closer to Meghan, speaking softly. <Xarroch> It is worth being worried... Jelarthna has had enough happen inside that head of his. ::shakes his head:: I can search for him from my home most effectively, especially if he is using magic. It may be difficult if he actively is trying to screen himself, however. * Michelle finishes brushing Meghan's hair and pats Meghan reassuringly on the shoulder, before taking the comb from her hands. <Lisl> ::takes advantage of Gloss's distraction to snag her snifter and take a good long whiff:: That's it, alright. This is the same thing I scented when I caught that faint trace of Charoli last week.... <Vallel> ::slowly, turning to Gloss:: I've got a bit of the shakes right now, but... ::talks very quietly, barely meeting her eyes:: <Tyl> Maybe I can help, really, I want to, if I can... I have to do something. I can't just sit around here on my hands... <Xarroch> ::pokes Meghan lightly and speaks gently:: What is it? <Glossaria> ::lowering her own voice:: Mistress Tyl told us you had... nightmares. ::looking concerned:: * Meghan jumps lightly at Xarroch's touch <Vallel> ::nods slowly:: I should go. I'm distressing Meghan, I think. I'll talk with you later. ::turns to go:: * Meghan shakes her head at him "It's nothing Xarroch <Lisl> ::holding out the snifter over the bar, towards Nacheyla:: Hey, Nach! Any idea what's in this?? <Nacheyla> ::looks over at the drink:: Hmmm... ::sniffs:: same stuff as this ::holds out her blackroot:: <Nacheyla> I think. <Nacheyla> But from the seeds, instead of the root. <Glossaria> ::bites her lip, looking pained:: <Xarroch> ::shakes his head at Meghan:: Nothing? I do not think so... * Michelle begins to fold Meghan's hair so that it forms a series of cascades that reaches just past her collar, then slips the comb in, creating the effect of an ivy vine, growing up a blackwood tree. * Meghan stands suddenly <Lisl> Really? Blackroot, blackroot... what smells like blackroot... ::rubbing her forehead:: Damnation. Where's an herbalist when you need one? <Meghan> Xarroch I'm sorry I just can't talk about it now ::turns to Michelle:: I think I am going to go back home now <Bluestar> Anise? Licorice? <Vallel> ::speaks up slightly:: No, I... I'll go, Meghan... you stay here... <Lisl> ::points at Bluestar:: Bluestar, you're a genius. Anise. That hells-damned prat was soaking herself in anise... or laying her clothes in it. *THAT*'s why I couldn't track her! * Meghan avoids looking at him and keeps her gaze on Michelle * Michelle stands up and puts her hands on Meghan's shoulders sighing, "Are you sure?" * Vallel sighs and heads out the door. * Bluestar smiles to himself and has a congratulatory sip of champagne. * Xarroch glances at Vallel departing and growls softly * Tyl looks after Vallel, frowning. * Meghan sits down again hard her hands quickly go to her face and a few muffled sobs escape * Kevil looks at Michelle in alarm. <Glossaria> ::slumps back down on her stool, looking depressed and somewhat angry:: It's not fair... it's just not fair. * Michelle kneels down next to Meghan and hugs her, "Shh...It's alright dear..." * Codex drinks his beer. * Zoya looks up as Val leaves, and lays a hand on Glossaria's shoulder. "I know it's hard, Glossaria. He's got a lot of healing to do." She glances at Meghan uncertainly. "And he's not the only one." * Meghan wipes her hand across her face her cheeks flushed * Michelle continues to comfort Meghan. * Glossaria shakes her head and stands up suddenly. "Mistress Zoya... I'm going home. I'll see you later. * Michelle takes Meghan's face in her hands and looks into her eyes, "It will be alright. I promise." <Meghan> ::softly:: He should be here, not I. He needs the support of his friends now <Zoya> ::eyes Glossaria for a moment.:: If you're sure that's the best. * Xarroch places a hand on Meghan's head and murmurs something in a soft but deep musical chant, and a soothing white glow spreads over and through her, lingering even after he removes his hand and falls silent <Michelle> I'll make sure he's not alone. But you have to tell me that you're alright. * Meghan glances at Gloss and then back to Michelle * Michelle glares at Xarroch but refrains from saying anything, returning her concerned gaze to Meghan. * Xarroch glares back at Michelle * Glossaria glancing over at the end of the bar where Michelle and Meghan are sitting, her eyes lingering on Xarroch for a moment. "Yes, I do. Don't worry, I won't forget my wards." <Zoya> ::nods:: Good. <Zoya> Be careful. <Glossaria> I'll do my best, Mistress. * Tyl moves over to Gloss quickly. "Why don't you keep an eye on him, if you can? I don't think he should go out drinking or anything." <Meghan> Will we ever all be friends again Michelle? <Xarroch> This is too much. ::muttered softly and with venom to himself, shaking his head:: <Michelle> You all are friends, that's why it hurts so much. <Glossaria> ::leans to Tyl, murmuring something:: <Meghan> ::glances at Gloss once more and then looks down and whispers:: No I don't think we are <Tyl> ::nods:: <Tyl> ::looking up at Xarroch again:: It's a lot too much... * Glossaria glances back at Meghan, Michelle, and Xarroch again, and hurries out, her quick footsteps pattering on the cobbles outside:: * Xarroch stands suddenly and snarls something demonic and foul sounding * Michelle shakes her head, "Do you trust me?" * Meghan looks at Michelle and nods <Bluestar> What? * Tyl nods at Xarroch, gesturing and snarling as well. * Zoya watches her go and sighs. "I'm going to kill that bitch." She turns to Tyl. "I think I'm ready to test this spell. When do you have time to help me?" <Lisl> ::shakes her head and takes her seat at the bar again, edging her stool away from where Banal was sitting before taking another swallow of 'kick:: <Tyl> ::looks at Xarroch for a long moment:: You find Jelarthna... ::back to Zoya:: Whenever you're ready. <Michelle> Then believe me. You're all still friends. It's just that none of you have ever gone through anything like this. You're learning how to deal with it. Maybe not gracefully, but you're learning. Eventually you'll realize that the things that drew you together are still there, and are still important. You just have to give each other time. <Zoya> ::shrugs:: Now. <Xarroch> ::stomps over to the bar, skin looking a bit reddish.. pauses a moment to nod to Tyl, repeating the curse again correctly for her, then looks at Nacheyla:: Several mugs of the mule kick. Now, please. * Meghan nods to Michelle <Xarroch> ::nods to Tyl:: I shall. <Tyl> Sorry... ::corrects the pronunciation, almost grinning:: <Michelle> Are you alright now? * Nacheyla pours Xarroch a large mug of 'kick. * Xarroch nods curtly to Tyl * Kevil puts a comforting hand on Meghan's shoulder. "She is right." * Xarroch picks up the shaking mug and downs it all, almost forgetting to set it down carefully, and gestures for another * Meghan glances at Kevil and nods to him "She usually is"" smiles softly to Michelle <Lisl> ::softly, to Xarroch:: Dare I ask what happened? Obviously there was more to that little scene that I know about. <Nacheyla> Here ::hands him another mug:: Try and mind the furniture, just a little, if it's not too bothersome. We'd not do anyone much good if we had to be scraped off the ceiling. * Kevil puts on an exaggerated face of suffering. "Why is it I must always travel with women who are always right?" <Nacheyla> Women are always right, Kevil... just accept it. ::winks:: * Michelle giggles and grins at Kevil, "It's one of the rules." * Meghan can't help but smile at Kevil <Lisl> ::grinning over at Kevil:: To keep things all neat and balanced? * Michelle returns her gaze to Meghan, "Are you alright now?" * Kevil bows floridly in Nach's direction, grinning. "I must bow, of course, to your wisdom, Lady." * Meghan nods to Michelle <Meghan> A little better yes * Nacheyla bows back, her tail swishing coyly. * Michelle turns to Kevil, "Kevil would you walk Meghan home. There are a few things I need to take care of here before we all go our separate ways." <Kevil> ::smiles:: I would be delighted, Lady Michelle. <Xarroch> ::settles a glare on Lisl for a moment, then sighs and shakes his head, quickly downing the second mug of kick and looking at her evenly but normally:: I had hoped that this problem was not so profound and painful as it seems. ::shakes his head again:: I can understand Tyl being perhaps overly worried for Jelarthna. But to see how it affected the boy.. Vallel. And Glossaria. And Meghan. ::growls low:: Too much. Far, far too much. I will NOT tolerate this. ::practically snarling at the end:: * Zoya begins to speak magic, the words and glyphs falling from her lips almost conversationally. * Meghan stands <Tyl> ::rubbing her arms:: It's even worse. You should have been here yesterday. ::quietly, almost to herself:: * Kevil rises with her. <Lisl> ::meeting his growl with a soft one of her own, behind a grin:: Then share a piece of her. Tho' I'll warn you, those pieces are getting smaller and smaller these days.... <Xarroch> ::a bit angrily, but obviously not at Tyl:: And *what* happened yesterday? <Kevil> Good night, my friends. I hope to see you all when the Lady's quest is completed, yes? ::he smiles and bows to the room at large, then offers Meghan his arm:: * Michelle rises to her feet as well and hugs Meghan before kissing her cheek. "I'll be home in a few minutes little sister." * Meghan nods to Michelle and turns to Kevil <Meghan> Ready <Tyl> ::swallows hard:: Remember I said Gloss came off easy? Some of the rest of us... acted on our compulsions. <Zoya> ::A soft glow begins to form around Zoya, bluish-greyish-purple:: * Kevil escorts Meghan out of the Hall after a final smile all around. * Meghan waves Goodnight to everyone as she leaves <Bluestar> ::to no one in particular:: What is she doing? <Xarroch> ::looking a bit more reddish and a little larger than before:: Acted? * Michelle turns to the various Hall patrons, "Alright, who needs explanations, who's on watch, and who do I make requests to about how that bitch meets her end?" <Lisl> Trying to track our missing minx, I think. * Codex continues to write and drink. <Tyl> ::nods:: Vallel got drunk, slapped a girl around for a while... and I... ::her voice breaks:: <Zoya> ::Quite suddenly, the glow disappears, seeming to be absorbed by the surface of Zoya's skin. The lock of her hair that remains purple glows, ever so slightly. She looks up at Tyl.:: Are you ready? * Bluestar moves over and gives Tyl a hug. "It's okay." <Tyl> It's not. But someone's going to pay for it. With interest. A whole lot of it. ::goes over to join Zoya:: <Xarroch> Tyl'gainia Nightstorm. ::voice carrying heavy note of authority no one has heard before:: You are forgiven. Help Zoya find her. <Tyl> ::shudders from head to foot, tears springing to her eyes, tears of relief:: I will. <Bluestar> Good night. I'm going to go home to Cwallie... ::looks bemusedly at Xarroch:: Right. Good night. <Zoya> ::nods a farewell to Bluestar:: Thank you for your assistance. <Nacheyla> ::nods:: Give you son a kiss for me. Have a good night! <Michelle> Goodnight Bluestar. Give my congratulations to Cwallie. <Bluestar> I will. Thank you all. Good night. ::leaves the Hall:: <Lisl> ::nods a farewell to Bluestar as she gets up, drains her mug, and goes over to stand next to Zoya and Tyl. <Zoya> All right, Tyl. Let's start small. Do you have anything active running right now? * Codex puts his quill down and finishes his beer, "Goodnight everyone. It's amazing how good beer helps me write." Gathers his papers together and heads out the door. <Tyl> Just my... ::winces:: pain shield. * Xarroch stares straight ahead at the wall for a long moment.. then heaves a deep sigh and shifts to his true form smoothly and stretches out his wings to full extension, brushing the ceiling and almost the opposite walls, and turns to face the others * Nacheyla looks suddenly very interested, her tail moving slowly and sinuously <Xarroch> ::holds up a hand:: Wait a moment before you go... <Zoya> ::raises an eyebrow at Tyl, but lets it pass:: All right. ::She fishes a map out of her sleeve and spreads it on the nearest table.:: <Lisl> ::shakes her head:: "Be prepared." ::she snorts, apparently finding this amusing somehow:: * Xarroch bows his head and picks up a soft cadence, slowly looking up and spreading his arms wide apart, almost looking about to embrace Zoya, Tyl, and Lisl. Violet, blue and white strands of color weave between his hands and flow out to form a circle around the three, connected still to Xarroch's hands. He begins bringing them together, then closes the circle.. suddenly everything fades, and Xarroch's last breath seems to echo loudly through the room. * Nacheyla chews thoughtfully on the end of her braid. "Yummy," she mutters <Zoya> Let's see... ::She mutters a few words, and the map begins to glisten with pale lights:: * Michelle glances at Nacheyla and shakes her head. * Zoya looks at the map with some surprise. "That went further than I thought it would." She looks at Xarroch. "You helped, didn't you?" * Lisl starts to look up at the lights, but looks back down at the map as it begins to glitter with pinpoints, studying it intently:: <Xarroch> ::nods slightly, looking a trifle deflated:: Yes. As much as I can... <Zoya> ::smiles at Xarroch:: Thank you. <Xarroch> ::turns to Nacheyla and snaps his fingers, an ancient dwarven gold coin appearing in his palm, and sets it on the counter:: Here you are. ::looks at Nach oddly for a moment:: Yummy? <Zoya> ::looks back at the map:: This... ::she points to one location:: Is the school, I believe. * Xarroch smiles back at Zoya <Zoya> And there... ::another point of light:: Is this place. There... I think that must be Bluestar, walking home. * Tyl looks at the map, nods. "And here... this is Bluestar's house... ::peers at it:: "Well, look at that... guess they probably did have a psionic child at that." <Lisl> ::turns and raises an eyebrow at Xarroch:: * Nacheyla smiles slowly, eying Xarroch... * Michelle joins the others in studying the map. <Lisl> Oh, you're not *even* going there... are you? ::snorting and turning back to the map:: * Michelle frowns, "One of these days I will figure out how my powers work." <Zoya> There - the Tower's wards, I think. * Michelle points, "My house. That's probably why it looks so different." <Tyl> And ::taps a dot:: I think this is Michelle's house... isn't it? <Xarroch> ::laughs suddenly and smiles broadly at Nacheyla:: Ah, thank you, Nacheyla. ::shakes his head in amusement:: Human women are strange creatures, especially when they have been something else! <Nacheyla> Yeah, sometimes... ::her tail coils around one leg:: * Zoya considers the un-identified spots. "Anything else we know for certain?" * Tyl taps the map again. "My house." <Zoya> ::nods:: All right. <Lisl> ::reaches out to tap a finger on the map:: Goody Bea lives there. That's either her, or... well, that would explain a lot about the damn cats. <Zoya> ::laughs:: Really? That sly old biddy... <Tyl> Is she? Well, that explains a lot... she was great with Cwallie... <Xarroch> ::watches Nacheyla's tail with interest for a moment, then grins and shakes his head:: Who would have though... ::chuckles:: It is a very good look for you, though. I would stay to admire it more, but I do have something of urgency to attend to. ::turns serious again:: Finding Jelarthna. * Nacheyla walks over to him, licking her finger, then running it slowly down his arm. "Hurry back." <Lisl> ::smiles:: I think she would be no matter WHAT she was. <Michelle> Okay, Xarroch's going to watch after Jelarthna. Who's going to watch Vallel? And who's going after Charoli? <Lisl> ::looking shocked:: Nacheyla!! <Lisl> I think Charoli's a team effort. <Nacheyla> What? <Lisl> ::looking back at Nacheyla:: Well, you were... you were flirting with him! <Nacheyla> ::her tail swishes a bit:: And? <Michelle> Yes, but I want to know who to get all the details out of when I get back. And I'm going to have to tell Meghan who's keeping an eye on Vallel or else she's going to go to pieces worrying over him. <Xarroch> ::grins at Nacheyla and flicks one of her horns lightly:: An intriguing thought, certainly. ::still grinning, he barks out some harsh sounding words and a portal opens nearby:: * Zoya looks up at Michelle. Tyl or I or Glossaria will be watching Vallel. <Lisl> ::snorts and turns back to the map:: Men. Demons. They're all bloody alike. * Nacheyla twitches, letting out a soft squeal. <Michelle> Thank you Zoya. ::turns to Lisl:: I don't need to ask which detail you're volunteering for. * Zoya turns back to the map, memorizing the unidentified points. <Xarroch> ::laughs a little and nods at the others:: Be careful, my friends. I would wish you speedy discovery.. for your sake, and for hers. <Lisl> ::nodding:: Hurry back, Xarroch, or you'll miss the fun part. * Michelle shakes her head and gives Nacheyla a hug, "Just be careful Nacheyla. Temire, Meghan and I will get lonely if you can't move in with us." <Tyl> I think that's the point. I want her dead. Not dismembered still alive across half the universe and planes. <Xarroch> ::shakes his head:: I will try. ::very slight grin towards Tyl:: You have no idea, Tyl'gainia... <Lisl> ::raises an eyebrow at Nach:: What, so we're planning foursomes, now? <Michelle> Goodnight and good luck to all of you. ::Michelle starts heading for the door:: OH, Nacheyla. Could you tell Rhys I'm going to be gone for six to eight weeks? <Nacheyla> Hmmm? Oh... what? ::looks away from Xarroch, her hand going dazedly to her horn:: * Xarroch steps through the portal and vanishes, and it collapses to nothing * Michelle shakes her head at Lisl, "I think Glossaria's propositioning you went to your head." <Nacheyla> Oh, sure... Have a good trip. <Lisl> ::watching Xarroch:: Which reminds me... how do we keep her from doing *that*? <Nacheyla> I'll tell Rhys. <Tyl> What? Teleporting? <Michelle> Goodnight everyone. <Lisl> ::making a face at Michelle:: *My* head? I heard she propositioned *three* of you! <Lisl> ::nodding:: Last time, she got away through a portal she made. <Michelle> Yes, but I'm not the one suggesting orgies. ::Michelle grins at Lisl, then slips out the door.:: <Zoya> Once we get close enough... ::grins at Lisl:: I'll take care of it. The advantage of being a mage is that there is no end to the energy I can pull on. She won't get away. <Tyl> ::nods:: yeah, I remember... I can... If I've got it prepared, of course, sort of anchor her in time-space... not for very long, only about half a minute or so... <Tyl> She'll fight me for control over it, of course. And I think she's probably stronger than I am in that field. But it might leave you some time. <Zoya> ::nods to Tyl:: That should be enough time. I can put up a brute-force barrier. Or... ::she considers possibilities:: I can slap her with enough converted energy to stun her. Like I did to wake up Glossaria, but... ::her grin turns vicious:: *harder*. * Nacheyla sits down dazed. <Zoya> ::eyes Nacheyla:: Now you're *never* going to let me take care of it, are you? <Nacheyla> Well, I didn't know they did *that*... <Lisl> ::nodding:: Can you do that? Put a barrier between a mindbender and her portal? <Tyl> ::gives Lisl a long look:: You know, that really is a very... prejudiced word. <Zoya> ::to Lisl:: Well, if I make the barrier close enough around her, she won't have any place to *put* the portal. I have no doubt she can break through it, but it should give *you* time to cross whatever physical distance remains. <Lisl> ::glancing at Tyl, looking a trifle ashamed:: If it makes you feel any better, I don't think it about you or Vallel or anyone. Just HER. ::wilting under Tyl's look:: I'll stop. Or try, anyway. <Tyl> Well... ::frowns:: it's a bit upsetting. I don't call you skinchanger or anything... <Lisl> ::grinning a little:: Iworo always called me "point-ear." <Tyl> ::grins:: I've got point ears too... <Zoya> ::laughs:: If it soothes your feelings, Tyl, you can call her a bitch. <Lisl> ::grinning a little wider:: Yeah, but he meant the fuzzy ones. <Lisl> ::chuckling at Zoya:: Yeah, but I don't *mind* that. <Zoya> ::grins:: I know. * Nacheyla moves behind the bar, pours herself a drink and hums thoughtfully. <Tyl> All right then... we'll go investigate these sites tomorrow? Get some rest? I'd like to get some sleep, or I'm no use to anyone, since I don't think Yohko would hesitate to pop back from wherever she is to beat me senseless if I went reaching for esper weed again. <Lisl> ::nodding:: I might do a bit of... investigating. I'll stay away from her, but it might help if we can narrow this a bit. <Zoya> ::nods:: I'll re-cast the spell tomorrow, in case any of them move. Some of them might be students out and about, and once they're all at the school for the day, there will be fewer to investigate. <Lisl> Well enough. ::nodding and grinning:: I think we've got her, now. * Tyl stretches, wincing. <Zoya> ::nods:: Good. Time this was ended. <Tyl> Definitely... I'll flip you for the heart, Lisl... * Tyl grins savagely * Zoya rolls up the map and stuffs it back into her sleeve. The notebook follows, and then Zoya looks at her friends. "Meet at the Tower, hour after sunrise?" <Tyl> Sounds good. <Lisl> The sun can't come fast enough. <Zoya> ::chuckles:: All right. I'll see you then. ::leaves to prepare for mayhem:: <Lisl> ::nods:: Tyl, don't bother. You've earned it. Just hope it doesn't give you indigestion. <Lisl> ::grins and waves:: Well, time to earn my keep. Goodnight, all. Safe dreams. <Tyl> Walk me home? I'm... what you might be calling a bit nervous these days. <Lisl> ::smiles at Tyl, and nods shortly:: It's on my way. C'mon. * Tyl leaves the Hall, looking nervously out into the darkness before stepping out. * Lisl follows Tyl, glancing up and down the street before striding out briskly. * Nacheyla waves as the patrons leave, the stands, putting her cloak and hood back on. She pauses a long moment, touching her horns. <Nacheyla> Damn, Zoya. I don't know whether to curse you or thank you. ::shakes her head and leaves, locking the door behind her."" |
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