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* Andrial has been living in a small tavern called the Shield and Staff. The rent is reasonable and the food is tolerable. On the plus side, the beer is watered down, which keeps the ruffians mostly at bay. She has rented a small suite over the stables - one might even imagine that the window would make a perfect way to escape from the room in case something went wrong (but of course, nothing would, right?). <Andrial> ::flips through the packets of paper, making notes on a scrap of parchment:: Ten gold? For this nonsense? ::she snorts:: * Dawn climbs the stairs, his nose wrinkling somewhat at the concentrated scent of horse, and knocks -- in code, by sheer habit -- on the door to Andrial's suite. <Andrial> ::looks up briefly:: Come. ::she shifts in her chair slightly, coincidentally putting her hand closer to her dagger:: * Dawn comes through the door and closes it carefully behind him. "Afternoon, beautiful." <Andrial> ::smiles brightly:: Dawn! ::she gets up from her chair and crosses the room to kiss him:: I've missed you. A bit. Just a little. ::she grins impishly:: You know, for a few minutes. Once. Yesterday. <Dawn> ::laughs and returns her kiss:: Your fire went out and you were out of tinder? <Andrial> ::shakes her head:: No, you see, there was this *big* spider... and... ::she dissolves into laughter:: So... what on earth did you want this for anyway? ::she indicates the package of papers:: You're not just making make-work for me, are you? <Dawn> ::snorts:: I only wish. Jewel's got it into her head that this fellow her parents hired isn't all that he seems, and she's paying for a full workup on him. ::picks up the packet, hefting it:: Excellent fucking bedtime reading, looks like. * Andrial hands him the single sheet. <Andrial> Here. I already went through it. There's nothing there. Boring, boring. And more boring. <Andrial> The only interesting bit is that the fellow's not who he claims to be. There isn't any Flavian Bonesteel, nor has been for some two centuries. Not legally, anyway. <Dawn> ::takes the sheet:: What's- A summary? Aren't you a doll? ::he kisses her again, grinning, then scans the sheet:: Oooh, a *scandal*. Terribly shocking. ::snorts, and adds the sheet to the top of the stack:: Well, he'd not be the first, would he? <Andrial> ::hmphs:: Not even close, but he took it all so desperately personally... stupid, that. The very rich forget about that sort of thing, after a while. <Dawn> Mm. I'll have to go on a shopping spree when I get home. Wouldn't want to join the ranks. ::he eyes her carefully:: How's your trip been, anyway? <Andrial> Oh... interesting... I've met with two young psionics and gotten them interested in the school. I've also had to deal with one extremely grouchy poltergeist, which was enormously exciting. ::she laughs nervously:: <Dawn> I'm sure. ::he frowns:: You didn't catch any heat from the Shadowguild for this, did you? <Andrial> ::shrugs one shoulder:: I had someone following me around for a day or so. I led him all around the city before giving him something else to think about. I don't know what he wanted, though. <Dawn> Something... else? ::raises his eyebrows at her:: What did you do to him? <Andrial> ::grins:: Woke up certain... urges. Right about a block away from the whorehouse... Tandy was happy to take care of his... needs. She *says* he paid her as well, which was nice of him, all things considered. <Dawn> Went to check on him afterwards, did you? <Andrial> Sort of. Mostly I went to talk to Tandy. She's a nice girl... we're getting to be friends. ::colors a bit:: Miss Bienca told me that whores were a good source of information, so I went out of my way to meet a few, when I first got to town. They're pretty happy to talk to other women, you know, for a change. <Dawn> ::grins:: I don't doubt it, beautiful. Your cousin would have a whole litter of kittens if I told him, no doubt, but *I'm* certainly not going to disagree with you. <Andrial> ::eagerly:: How is Calis, anyway? Progressing in his lessons, I hope? I wonder if... well, no, you're training him up to work for the guild... <Dawn> The boy soaks up information like he's a sponge. Has to practice a bit on putting the pieces together once he has them, and letting them pull him in new directions, instead of just polishing them and letting them sit, but he's coming along. ::drops into a chair and looks for something to prop his feet on:: What do you wonder? <Andrial> Oh, well, I was thinking how nice it would have been to have someone with magical talents backing me up, you know? Against that poltergeist? ::shakes her head:: I'm going to be paying off that fine for a while... <Dawn> Fine? ::looks at her sharply:: You getting in trouble, already? <Andrial> Not *that* sort of trouble. I didn't know what else to do with the damn thing, once I caught it, so I teleported it and me into the nearest church. They weren't... exactly happy about it. <Dawn> Made a mess, hm? Well, I'm sure Calis would be happy to back you up, once he's ready to go and paid his 'prentice-debt. <Andrial> ::makes a face:: Yeah, it smashed their stained-glass window. Personally, I don't really think I should have to pay the whole thing. If the church had sent someone out to investigate in the first place - I checked the logs, it's on their records as a request some five months ago - then I wouldn't have had to smash their window. <Dawn> Temples are funny like that. How bad is it? Those fucking windows aren't cheap. <Andrial> ::grimaces:: A hundred and thirty six gold. Left. I paid forty on it, already. <Dawn> ::looks around the room:: You have enough to live on, here? <Andrial> ::nods:: I didn't give them everything I had. And I've got another job lined up that should help. Tandy keeps trying to tell me that I could come work at the Hook and Sinker, but... ::she shakes her head:: I don't think I'm ready for that line. <Dawn> I'd fucking well think not. There's a job waiting for you in Marsember, if you want it, too. <Andrial> ::raises an eyebrow:: Oh? What would that be? <Dawn> ::runs his fingers through his hair, yanking at a tangle:: Bie's just about desperate to get out of the house and back on the job, but there's the baby... Can't leave him with me -- even if I was any good with babies, I'm in and out at all fucking hours, on next to no notice. So we could use a caretaker. <Dawn> ::glances at her sideways:: Probably not your ideal job, I know, but you'd be close to the boy, and your days would mostly be free... <Andrial> ::shakes her head:: I don't know that I have an ideal job, really... I hadn't really thought about... wouldn't that be sort of awkward? I mean... ::she looks down at her hands:: <Dawn> Would it? For you? <Andrial> ::gives him a brief, exasperated glare:: Now you sound like Professor Bluestar, answering a question with another question. <Dawn> ::laughs shortly:: Is that an insult or a flattery? ::he takes her hand and kisses it:: I didn't mean it to be... It wouldn't be awkward for me. And it wouldn't be for Bie, either. The people she's from, they have some fucking weird customs. Which leaves you. <Andrial> I don't... I don't know, Dawn. Back in Marsember, and I don't even *know* very many of your little pet rogues... people say stuff. That you're only giving me jobs because you're sleeping with me on the side. I don't want a handout from you. <Dawn> ::nods:: They say a lot of stuff about me, beautiful. You should hear who else they say I'm fucking. Some of it's pretty damned entertaining. And I won't say I've never done favors for my friends, because what's the point of having friends if you don't do favors for each other once in a while? But this isn't a handout. Fuck, it was Bie's idea. <Andrial> ::looks startled:: It was? ::chews her lip:: Really? I... wasn't sure she liked me all that much. She thinks funny, I can't really read her. <Dawn> ::laughs:: Yeah? Not too surprised. Told you, her people are weird. But it boils down to this: the number of people I'd trust to have in the house while I'm asleep is pretty small. The number of *those* that Bie'd trust to have looking after the baby is even smaller. And most of them wouldn't be able to take a job like this, not for more than a night or two in an emergency. <Andrial> Hmmmm. Then there's the question of pay, which for nannies usually isn't very high, except that given who you are and who she is, I should probably also be trained in some sort of... defense. Your child might be someone's idea of the perfect hostage. Not to worry you or anything, and I'm sure you've thought of it already... <Dawn> ::nods:: Though from what I've seen, you defend yourself pretty well when you have to. But if you want that kind of training, you'll have it. You can train right alongside Calis, who isn't too very keen on the lessons anyhow. Your example might spur him along a bit. <Andrial> ::looks sort of dreamy for a minute:: I'd like that... I thought... well, watching ::she colors briefly without even seeming to be aware of it:: him, when... well, you know, it's graceful. Beautiful and deadly. I think I'd like to learn, although I doubt I'd ever be that proficient. <Dawn> ::snorts:: Probably not, no. Not without years of study and practice... Like all beautiful things, it's not as easy as he makes it look. So... ::ticking off on his fingers:: Room and board and training. Plus... I've no fucking idea what nannies are generally paid. You tell me what's fair. <Andrial> ::shrugs:: Pocket money... five gold, per month, perhaps? <Dawn> ::blinks at her:: That's it? <Andrial> ::looks at him:: It's not considered a particularly skills-high position. Every teenaged girl alive can change a diaper and fix a bottle. <Dawn> ::grins:: Better than I can do. ::shrugs:: Sounds fair to me. If you want it, when you're ready to come back. <Andrial> ::nods:: All right. I'll think about it. Like I said, I have this job lined up for next week... <Dawn> ::nods:: Sure. ::gathers up the packet of information and Andrial's summary, and stands:: I'll be in touch, then... Stay out of trouble. <Andrial> ::snorts:: That's an odd admonishment, coming from *you*. <Dawn> ::grins and kisses her:: I couldn't tell you not to do anything I wouldn't do. It'd take me a month to get you sprung. <Andrial> ::fingers his hair absently as she kisses him back:: Us 'benders' are hard to contain... I could probably spring myself. Professor Bluestar isn't going to give a torque to the local police just because they ask him to. <Dawn> Likely not, no. Stay out of jail, then. ::he grins:: One way or another. Be seeing you, beautiful. <Andrial> I'll be around. Let me know if you want me to dig up more fascinating reading material for you... <Dawn> Oh, no. Next I'll want to have fascinating conversations, I think. I'll let you know. ::He steps back a couple of paces, then summons his teleport with practiced ease, and disappears with a soft *pop* and a breeze.:: |
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