((The following is the raw log from the RDI on 1/12/2013, from the hours during which the above events took place))
=== Red Dragon Inn: 2013-01-12 00:00:00 EST ===
[00:00:17] Gypsy Lore: ( ...was that Lola, still there?) and more hesitantly, wiggling her fingertips to a Katt, her smile slipping slightly. "<I>Hallo, hallo.</I>" The Gypsy breathed more than anything, holding the notebook close to her chest. Swamped in an oversize sweater of dark blue, Vera looked shockingly young.
[00:01:53] Bjorn Andrews: liked you, you seemed like a nice kid and maybe we would have been close, given the time and opportunity.” Currently, Bjorn and Toby were enclosed in a curtain-drawn (and thus soundproof!) booth, but it wouldn't be much longer. “The point wasn't about me learning anything, kid. It was about sayin' somethin' that might help. Who knows, maybe if you keep your mouth shut with what y'know, and if the circumstances are right, I'll think the same about this version of you. And if not, I'll punch all
[00:02:31] Bjorn Andrews: your teeth in for runnin' my business around town and leave you be. Deal?” Oh, but sometimes he had a devil's grin.
[00:03:46] Katt: A polite nod was sent Vera's way as she started to the door, lacking the shoes and hoodie that..were still damp at the hearth. Shouldering past the door she moved to step out onto the porch, inhaling the night air a bit too deeply.
[00:03:58] Gypsy Lore: It wasn't off the mark for her to wave at the booths, too, like they were old friends ... Usually though this only happened when she had a few drinks and yeah .... Ahem!
[00:04:35] The Traveler: A slight nod, the bottle set on the bar and he was coming back around. Stool slid back as if it were asking him to use it and he lowered onto it. "Just good timeing then. I felt no pull as if there were a summons." Perhaps, even though he didn't look it a sliver of worry had slithered its way into a heavely shielded brain for a moment. "You've been well? A glance at Thorn then at Dill maybe that was was ment for both.
[00:05:08] The Traveler: well?" A
[00:05:12] The Traveler: **
[00:05:16] = Kruger has entered the room =
[00:05:54] = Maurice the Mime has entered the room =
[00:06:20] The Birdborne: "There's that flattery again. Never get sick of it.", she admitted while weighing some options. There was a primal instinct bubbling at the cruel tempt of her mouth, fading away when she reverted back to a humane poise. "Later, then?", she advanced while murmuring, dressing his skin in a red bruise of a kiss to his jaw.
[00:07:11] The Redneck: Though the vast, and near possessive, majority of her attention was on Roman, she managed to pay attention to Vera's progress across the room as well. And when the man was close enough, perhaps before he slid onto the bar stool, she snagged him in to offer up a trio of kisses that started sweet and soft and ended smoke and sparks. "Was havin' a blast b'fore, much better now."
[00:07:20] Toby Aradam: He snickered against the mouth of his soda. "You obviously don't have a sister." He held the bottle carefully between his hands as he listened, though, nodding along. It was nice to have a sliver of hope about 'his' former self. Maybe he could hold onto that and the idea that he'd been alive before wouldn't sicken him so much. Bjorn's threat was enough jest to make him feel like the man wasn't completely serious, but he didn't want to push it. He looked like he could hit hard, and Toby rat
[00:07:23] Panther: ::moving down the road leading to the dragon, taking a meandering path to avoid various puddles still there from yesterday's mist and fog, for no particular reason than to do so. S'jira is astride his back, her arms about his neck, her legs about his waist, clinging not quite for dear life as he moves::
[00:08:43] Toby Aradam: her enjoyed having a mouthful of teeth. Not only that--"Don't worry. My past 'life' and all the stuff that supposedly happened back then isn't something I want everyone else talking about either. I won't tell anyone, I promise."
[00:09:26] = Practically Crawling has entered the room =
[00:09:52] Panther: ::moving towards the porch as the door opens, a glance over:: Evening Katt... ::taking the long way around a puddle in front of the Inn and moving to the front steps::
[00:10:37] Sjira: ::Chin to his shoulder, that right one of his in particular, she watched well and curious the path before them as she continued with the talking and the asking of questions. Arms were lithe about his neck and hand clasped over her other wrist Quieting to nearly nothing, with a smile, as they neared the inn. Wiggling of fingers towards Katt's way.::
[00:10:57] Gypsy Lore: The sudden urge to follow came, Vera even going so far as to take more than a few steps towards the front door. Bare toes curled against the hard wood floor, her eyes dimming. Glancing Thorn's way, she noticed the man the woman had snugged into. Curiosity stilled her for but a moment but it wasn't long before her hand settled on the handle of the door. All it would take was a single turn and … then what?
[00:11:12] Katt: A blink was given to Panther. "Evening, Panther. Um.." Leaning on her heels she was trying to look over S'jira, concern crawling into her expression. "Is..Oh!" Phew! A hand went up to wave to the both of them, a smile given. "Evening, S'jira!"
[00:11:18] Nigel Alder: ::Turning red was not in his repetoire. Instead of the flush he just swallowed. Hard. The stark protrusion in his neck rolled visibly.:: Later. Aye. ::Spoken like his throat was dry.::
[00:11:43] The Traveler: Kisses were never amiss. On the third one her jaw was grabbed almost roughly holding her there and kissing her back only to add to the smokes and sparks something a bit more. Lust almost tangable, The very sin made almost real for a split second he let down the walls, the shields that he kept up holding what he was at the core back and they snapped back up just as quickly. Though the essence of that chaotic passion would still simmer here, held within the melted amber pools boiling.
[00:12:09] Bjorn Andrews: Something Toby said, it did something to his face — not emotional, per se, as if a little stunned; then a little... it was hard to tell, really, what he was feeling for he didn't wear it on his sleeve. Disturbed, given the furrow of a brow, and he told him, “Four, actually,” and the way he quickly sprawled out his hand, dismissive, suggested he need no apologies. Toby didn't know. “Four little sisters, and if they acted like half of the women around here, they would have had to have been on
[00:12:52] Sjira: ::Flickering of what seemed to be concern on Katt's face brought a brief look of curious wondering, then gave to her a gentled smile. A nod was not something managed in that posturing. Cold air about them, she shivered a bit beneath the brown, short cloak and winter's green dress. Otherwise comfortable.::
[00:13:05] Dill T Jones: Hey there was Vera too. He shot a grin and a wave on over her way when he saw her. Well, once he got out of the little bit of a fuzz that had happened. He wanted to give the couple in front of him the few moments they needed. Again, just like before, Dillon kind of truly showed himself when no one was looking. There was a grin still on his lips though as he did his best to inspect that wall over yonder and nod head to some beats rolling through thoughts. He also had his booze and his smoke to
[00:13:33] Dill T Jones: contend with, he'll at least say his hellos when he got the time but in the here and now the man had gone back to idling. It wasn't too hard when your mind was like his.
[00:13:50] Gypsy Lore: ....Thorn and her man-friend deserved another glance for ... well. Blink.
[00:13:51] Katt: "You go on and get her inside, Panther. I was just heading off." Bare feet and all. Clayton would be proud. ...maybe.
[00:14:08] Panther: ::a glance over to Kitt as he steps on to the porch:: Phew?
[00:14:16] Gypsy Lore: Guess who was due for an integrating session?
[00:14:42] The Birdborne: "Don't forget." Finger drooled down the pulsing rise of his neck. A trail of her touch that lingered like the ghosts that haunted him. Quiet as she had come, she departed the same yet the language of her gestures was loud and clear. Offered for all the familiar faces.
[00:14:57] Katt: "You were carrying, S'jira. Was worried she might of been hurt." A wave of her hands was given in attempt to show no worries.
[00:15:03] Bjorn Andrews: drugs. They were— mature. Graceful. Didn't have a petty bone in their bodies between 'em all. Good girls. There's a difference between being a girl, and being ridiculous.” He told him, and he cracked a wry smile that said he wasn't holding any pointless grudges as he pulled the curtain open. “And neither will I, 'cept Ivanya knows. We spoke of it, before. You want to head to the bar, kid, or you heading out?”
[00:16:51] Maurice the Mime: So a mime walks into the bar with a cell phone to his ear. He had a pocket full of stolen buttons and wore a hopeful painted-on smile. The joke was on him, though-- the acrobat wasn't answering her phone. Funny how a man with one ring had stolen her so completely from the mime who was the master of three.
[00:17:06] Sjira: ::Quieted laughter, she shook her head.:: ..nothing at all is harmed. ::To assure Katt even as arms readjusted about neck and shoulders, with care not to be awkward or burdonsome.::
[00:17:25] The Redneck: Oh my. That was, gods yes please more. Tipped her head back, should he want it the line of her throat was bared to him, and it didn't seem as though she intended to let him loose unless he absolutely needed her to. Or, y'know, wanted loose. Murmured sound, wordless approval and welcome tumbled together in a tangle. And since he seemed to, "hello Beloved." Nearly sighed, and not an ounce of shame for it.
[00:17:44] = Bjorn Andrews has entered the room =
[00:17:44] Panther: Oh.. ::a soft chuckle:: No, she was just so full from dinner she didn't want to move so I had to carry her back.
[00:18:06] The Redneck: Also, any and all questions would be answered. Though, likely with more information than the questioner intended to receive.
[00:18:06] Nigel Alder: You can be certain I won't. ::Nigel, brazen as he was bold, pressed a kiss to her cheek just before her departure.::
[00:18:34] Panther: Maybe next time it should be my turn?
[00:18:47] Toby Aradam: "Four?" He blinked. Bjorn didn't look the type. He looked more like a loner, someone who'd be happy by himself or with only one other person. But four sisters? God, that must have sucked. "You're a big brother." That made Toby's opinion of him shoot sky high. "Sher doesn't act like any of the girls here either. She's not allowed in here," he said, his tone Big Brother-like. He started scooting for the edge of the booth as Bjorn drew back the curtain. "I think I'll hang out for a whi
[00:18:56] Toby Aradam: le before I go back home. Think. You know."
[00:18:57] Sjira: ::His words made her sound so very lazy, and it not quite the full story, that her cheeks grew a terrible warming shade of red. In quiet, smiling and shaking her head a bit, she rested a cheek to his shoulder.:: ..that would be ..a most difficult thing to make happen.
[00:19:32] Gypsy Lore: After a deep breath and more thinking than she had any business doing, Vera pushed the door open and stepped outside to the porch, the bite of cold air greeting her. Inhaling, she focused first on Katt and then the others. “Oh, <I>hallo.</I>" She murmured to Panther and Sjira, quickly moving aside from the doorway.
[00:20:15] Maurice the Mime: The stripes the mime wore must have been heavy, because look at the way his shoulders drooped when he finally gave it up and put the phone back in his pocket. His mood didn't improve when a quick survey of the place revealed no Rekah. Unless she was hiding in the walls. He eyed them as he circumnavigated the end of the bar and pretended to pour himself a stiff drink.
[00:20:15] Gypsy Lore: ...wait. <I>The </I>Panther? ....excuse her staring.
[00:20:45] Panther: ::a slight step to the side to let the women exiting the Inn by:: Evening... ::reaching to catch the door before it closes:: Well, if you are leaving Katt, have a good night.
[00:20:56] Sjira: Perhaps.. we prove to be in the way? ::A breath of a question and glanced towards the opening door, the coming and goings.::
[00:21:03] Katt: She actually looked as if she was trying to picture little S'jira carrying Panther.. Snickerfits. "She might have a chance if carrying you in your other form.." Maybe.. Sharp greens tilted faintly to Vera but not directly at her before looking back to S'jira and Panther. "I'm glad..." She flicked them both a smile and waved as she slipped by and down the steps.
[00:21:21] The Traveler: Oh why should there ever be shame? Her chair would be discardedas strong hands wrapped around her twisting and pulling her back over her chair and onto his lap. Leathery batlike wings shifting from the easy drape of his shoulders and caressing hers as they circled most of her within them. Soft nearly invisable fibers grazing her skin as he embraced her with both arms and wings, her back to his chest and a chin on her shoulder.
[00:21:41] Bjorn Andrews: “I was— but that isn't a story I'm willing to talk about,” Bjorn told him, neatly letting the subject go as he slid out of the booth to head toward the bar, drink in hand. If Roman and Vera were about still, they'd both be on the end of a bow of his head, the flicker of smile that didn't reach his eyes (but was amenable nonetheless.)
[00:21:52] Sjira: ::Darklly colored eyes followed a gaze after Katt curiously, a smile still well and with her, then rested her chin back to that nearby shoulder.::
[00:22:21] Panther: ::watcing Katt depart:: With my luck, she would just tie me by an ankle to Trigg's saddle and let him drag me home. ::turning to move through the door and in to the Inn::
[00:23:01] Maurice the Mime: Maurice tossed back that first drink in honor of the tiny dancer and her cranky lummox of a husband, winced for the imaginary burn and felt his right eye begin to twitch in the socket.
[00:23:41] Toby Aradam: "Oh." He cleared his throat awkwardly, trailing along behind Bjorn with his soda. One shoulder lifted and fell. "I'm sure you were great at it." He's still letting his eyes adjust to the light.
[00:24:50] The Traveler: If Bjorn were close enough One hand woul extend out and ligtly pat the mans cheek as he spoke if not he would only speak. "It is good to see you again my friend."
[00:24:58] The Traveler: would*
[00:25:39] The Redneck: She kept forgetting, assuming she'd ever known the reason for shame, when he was around. Pulled, he didn't have to put much effort into it. In fact, she nearly tumbled herself into his lap, cheek nuzzling to chest, arms twining, tangling with his. Even her treasured Pepsi abandoned. With his chin on her shoulder, the nuzzling continued with her eyes heavily lidded. Comfortable and comforted on too many levels to ever discount, or quantify. Finger wiggling wave for Maurice cut aside with the
[00:25:44] Sjira: ::Warmth washed over her as soon as the threshold was crossed, carried in by him.:: ...that too would prove difficult. ::But she was smiling. He seemed in a light-hearted mood and did not wish to ruin it for anything. Lips pressed against his shoulder and a whisper in that immediate wake.:: Panther.. these legs and feet work well..
[00:25:51] Bjorn Andrews: “New subject, Toby,” he advised him, sounding somewhere between pain and amused. When Roman patted his cheek, Bjorn...
[00:26:07] Gypsy Lore: "Leaving ...." ....oh. Despondent, she stared intently after Katt, the knuckles of her hands turning white where she gripped her notebook. “I'll see you around.” She brazenly called after her though she didn't try to stop the other woman. Holding deep a sigh, the Gypsy turned back towards the door, about to follow in the wake of Panther and his lady.
[00:26:14] The Redneck: slight lift of a concerned brow.
[00:26:25] Maurice the Mime: He was still pulling faces when he "poured" himself a second round, took up a casual elbow lean on the bar and got comfortable to watch the floorshow. It was just a pity the dude had to go and fold his wings in around Thorn like that.
[00:26:26] Bjorn Andrews: Blinked and slapped his back much harder as if he hadn't quite heard the words attached.
[00:26:34] Bjorn Andrews: Call it instinct. Reflex.
[00:26:43] Nigel Alder: ::Nigel stood from the stool and stepped out the front door, cigarette in hand.::
[00:27:27] Maurice the Mime: Oh, the best laid plans of mimes and men. He heaved a silent sigh and nursed his invisible drink.
[00:27:32] Toby Aradam: He jumped at the rough sound of flesh on flesh, owlishly peering up at Bjorn and Roman. He hoped he didn't piss him off that much.
[00:27:45] Panther: ::a slight turn of his head:: Yes, I know. ::wends his way past tables and chairs on the way to the bar:: ::turns his head slightly:: Thirsty?
[00:28:03] Dill T Jones: Now was the time. He gave a warm grin and a chin raise on over to Roman when he found time with the man. "How's it going man? Sorry I faded out there a bit and didn't want to interupt." Dillon did not think that would be a problem. Smoke was pulled into his lungs once again in the normal way of say, other people would do when breathing. Still idling behind the bartop, bu he was sure that there would be time to slip out when he needed to. Smoke switched out for his screwdriver that he drank deep
[00:28:25] The Redneck: If Thorn winds up spilled on the floor, there will be three men who owe her Pepsi.
[00:28:35] Dill T Jones: from, but never seemed to refilled. One vice for another. Absolutely intensly boring to watch in these moments, yes. But it was better then the alternative.
[00:28:37] The Traveler: Sometimes he felt young. Sometimes he felt old. Most of life and reality he thrived on touch in one form or another. "Ahh, sometimes the only the only thing that matters in existance is touch. To feel another and another feel you. Two people at one moment in time are for that moment real. Not that we are not at other times but it is always good to be reassured."
[00:28:56] Maurice the Mime: The mime was <I>not it.</I>
[00:29:02] Sjira: ::Warmth of her mirth, she hugged his neck all the more for being stubborn. Then watched the inn's common room over his shoulder, glancing to his profile when that feline head turned.:: ..yes. But.. would it be well with you.. if wine is had, instead of cider or else?
[00:29:59] Toby Aradam: That was the longest 'It's okay.' he'd ever heard. His gaze went from Roman to Bjorn, he took a minute sidestep away.
[00:30:04] The Traveler: There was no anamosity within his eyes as he looked at Bjorn. "That is an odd custom though. I may have to remember it, Bjorn."
[00:30:20] Bjorn Andrews: Bjorn, who'd brought Roman's knife back (and had it sheathed somewhere toward the left side in his belt), looked a little... confused. At a loss. “Are you hitting on me?” Where was Thorn?
[00:30:39] The Traveler: Thorn was in his lap.
[00:31:14] Kruger: In through the back alley today, no real reason except a desire to change his routine. He closed the door and narrowed his eyes at something he saw. He shook his head and moved barwards with a heavy sigh and a grinding of teeth. Something in wheat colored eyes was off tonight and the normal grin had disappeared the moment he had stepped inside.
[00:31:21] Panther: What kind would you like? Something sweet? Something dry? ::steps up to an empty spot at the bar as they are speaking::
[00:31:25] The Redneck: Thorn was in Roman's lap, and couldn't quite stifle the snicker the lion's question tugged loose. Also, please note that she was being good and staying quiet. Whle making fish-faces at Toby.
[00:31:37] The Redneck: While*
[00:32:01] The Traveler: Blinking lightly as his head canted to the side as he looked at the man. "Why would I hit on you?" A dark brow lifting as he watched him. "I have what I want right here?" Amber eyes cut a glance at Thorn then back.
[00:32:43] Panther: ::a slight twitch of an ear, he turns to look down the length of the bar, then pivots slightly as to look about behind it::
[00:32:48] Maurice the Mime: Something about loafing on the bar made the mime feel like butching it up. In wild west fashion he tossed back his drink, flicked his imaginary stetson back off his forehead with a gloved finger before hooking his thumbs in the six shooter belt only he could see.
[00:33:23] Toby Aradam: "Thorn!" He grinned wide, bounding over for whatever kind of hug she was able to give while sitting on Roman. "I really wouldn't hit on him," he said aside to Roman. "He's dating someone *real* huge." He nodded.
[00:34:15] Gypsy Lore: Back inside the warmth of the Inn, the door closing quietly behind her, Vera walked back into – “Huge? Bjorn himself isn't a small man.” Brow arch. ...
[00:34:23] Sjira: If it pleases.. something sweet. ::One arm about his neck and shoulders held while her other abandoned briefly to see through that nearby mane, newly cut. Then to see the blacksmith, Kruger, she offered to him a gentled nod in greeting.::
[00:34:43] Gypsy Lore: Yes, <I>hallo </I>again everyone!
[00:35:00] Maurice the Mime: And well now, that was new. There was a very large cat dragging himself and a tiny person in with him. Gunslinger Maurice chewed a cheekful of something that would stain his teeth in some reality and oggled the pair.
[00:36:03] The Redneck: She shifted just enough to offer and receive a one armed hug from Toby. And her expression became that of a facepalm. "Touch, it's an important thing to a lotta folk." Roman as well as Thorn, though the former even more than the latter. "Vera, 's Roman. Roman, 's Vera." Quick introductions made easy and light.
[00:36:12] Bjorn Andrews: “I'll take that as a-- well, culture differences. Face is off-limits from now on. How're you doin', Roman? Thorn?” Out from the belt came the knife, offered over handle first. “This and that blessed stuff helped me and Dillon out a lot. Where is Dillon?” Because of Vera, he asserted to Toby, “He is not much bigger.”
[00:36:19] Kruger: Passing by Bjorn with a small nod of reccognition then he moved roughly through the opening in the bar. He cracked his neck at the thoughts in his head at this moment. He is visibly biting the inside of his lips as if to say anything would be the wrong thing. Hisred t-shirt this night had lost its amusement no matter that the anvil on his shirt sat on a rising star...the words Guardians Forever on his back still meant everything though. Dark jeans and beat up redwings clomping on the floor.
[00:36:27] The Traveler: A grin at Toby and he nodded. "I know I have met him," Looking back at Bjorn. "And there is another reason I would not be hitting on you as you are taken, or have taken."
[00:37:19] Dill T Jones: "I am still here." He came from the background once again with an easy rumble on over to Bjorn, helpfully. Having no idea what they were talking about, but whatever. It was enough for him to switch out a smoke for a drink.
[00:38:38] Toby Aradam: "You're not suposed to say that," he said to Bjorn. He returned Thorn's hug, then let it go. He didn't want to be the third wheel. "You're supposed to tell people that Ivanya's huge to make them think he'll kick people's asses."
[00:39:11] The Redneck: "Dillon's tryin' t' hypothetically put m' brain in a buildin' smushin' robot. 'Cause'a the force'a my happy." That would be what she got out of the robot conversation earlier. "Mos'ly 'cause we can't figure out how t' bottle it an' sell it for profit." Because sharing is caring. Or something along those lines.
[00:39:23] Bjorn Andrews: Bjorn upnodded to Kruger, chancing a sly-dog grin. But he was deducing: “I ain't so big on the touch, but some is fine. Brief, passing. I have a very jealous lover, vishya?” As if he thought it a good thing, and was pleased. “Still playing bartender?” If so, his empty glass was edging over the bar for a refill as he asked Vera, “How the hell are you? An' I would, if I didn't think I could handle doing that myself, Toby.” Grinning that way.
[00:39:31] Maurice the Mime: And just as quickly as his attention had been drawn to the pair, the mime lost interest. There was some fancy term for what Maurice had that used some A's and D's in it, but it really just meant he got bored quickly. If you listened hard enough, you might hear the jingle and jangle of his imagined spurs when he mosey-ed his way on out the door.
[00:39:45] Panther: something sweet? Hmm... elven maybe? A blush wine... ::taking a quick look to see what might be available:
[00:40:22] The Traveler: Nodding lightly and the knife was taken back and slipped into his belt. "Yes, perhaps I should learn a bit more about your culture. And face off limits I can respect that." Lips licked as he grinned at hte man chuckling. "I am glad that it assisted you." Blinking and looking at Toby. "Why do that when Bjorn is big enough to kick most of there arses as it is?" His chin soming back down on Thorns shoulder. His warm cheek against hers as he watched the others.
[00:40:35] Panther: ::a slight turn of his head:: I suppose you would rather sit now?
[00:41:03] Dill T Jones: More than happy to move the bottle from the rack to refill Bjorn with his dalwhinnie once again. A light shake of his head playfully in the background at the man talking about his love. Still the curl of his lips was shark in the light smoke screen he had going though. Something warm and amused. "Anyone else need something to drink?" Generally asked around.
[00:41:11] Gypsy Lore: Curiosity was upon the Gypsy, her eyes flickering between everyone. Dancing lightly on her tip-toes, she wavered closer, to take a better look at this Roman fellow that had Thorn rather twitterpated. “It's good to see everyone, how is --" Cut off briefly by Bjorn, she smiled brightly, her face turned up towards him. "I've been very good, luv. Yourself and your lover?"
[00:42:09] Sjira: Yes.. ::Touch left his mane and met with that area between shoulder and neck of his. Muscles and form tensed just a little, readying to be sat down or put to her feet by him soonafter. A smile was in her voice, unable to keep the mirth from her words for that while more.::
[00:42:10] Toby Aradam: "Geez," he rolled his eyes. "You mean you've never had whoever you were dating fight for you? It feels kind of good." He waved his hand. "Whatever."
[00:42:21] Kruger: He saw the dark eyed girls nod which set his fingers to clenching into fists. The coffee pot was gripped in a hand that was used to holding a hammer for hours and a mug pulled down and filled. The pot however slammed back to the stove. The usual cream was left out this night as his face took on the most sour of expressions. He just shook his head sadly at 'jira.
[00:43:00] The Redneck: Hold on. "Toby, y've had y'r girlfriend fight someone for y'?" Just checking.
[00:43:04] The Traveler: His mouth opened then closed and opened again. "That would be like me telling someone that I'm going to go get Thorn to beat them up."
[00:43:14] Panther: ::another twitch of an ear as he turns and eases S'jira down on the nearest empty stool::
[00:44:09] Toby Aradam: Vera drew his gaze and he squinted. She seemed like someone he should know, but he couldn't place her face. Thorn's question made him turn. "Yeah. I mean--I don't remember all of it, it was a couple years ago, but Katt used to be pretty tough." He took a drink of soda.
[00:44:15] Dill T Jones: "I've had girlfriends fight for me." Helpfully, over towards Toby and the pair. "Other women." Obviously. But it wasn't like it would be okay for Dillon to haul off and actually hit a woman. That's why he -expected- his girlfriend to do it.
[00:44:54] Sjira: ::That look had been seen and the slamming made shoulders flinch. Then eased to the barstool, she lifted gaze and smile to Panther.:: ..elven, if it is thought best. ::Striving to recall if she had ever tasted it before. Touch passed over her green skirting and then lifted hands to start untieing the short cloak.::
[00:45:15] The Redneck: Her head tilted just to, a kiss pressed against the underside of his jaw. "Y' show me who was mean an' I'll stomp deep mud holes in 'em." That was Thorn teasing, really it was. Humorous and warm, not an ounce of malice in her. And Toby's answer cleared things up a bit. "Ah, all righty then." Sjira and her man were given finger wiggling, bell chiming waves and sun bright smiles.
[00:45:47] Gypsy Lore: Bright eyes moved to peer at Toby – huh! Forgot her so soon, had he? And as if she planned to make him uncomfortable – “How are you doing luv? The church and everything is fine?” Grin.
[00:46:46] Gypsy Lore: ...inching closer to Thorn, she lightly kicked her chair leg, not so subtly nudging her chin Roman's way with a lift of an eyebrow.
[00:46:53] Sjira: ::Belled ring heard, the small on spent a look about the room until Thorn was found. A smile and a touch against the air before self in a wave of sorts her way.::
[00:47:41] Panther: ::a brief nod to Thorn as he moves towards the end of the bar, turning for the break in it::
[00:48:57] Kruger: He scoffed as he saw the Panther in the house, and offered him the most Hornfel of smirking looks. He remained silent though moving back through the opening in the bar and finding his spot in the chair next to the bronze bust of Talitha..."Ain't that just about what you would expect Tali? Comin on in and shinin on." He spit on the floor.
[00:49:26] Toby Aradam: He gestured at Dillon in a 'See?' motion. Then he turned to Vera. It was better to just push through it and smile. He had to have met her on one of his runs. "Everything's great. We're getting really excited about Sera's baby."
[00:49:38] Bjorn Andrews: Bjorn had been momentarily busy swallowing down some whisky, but he told Roman, “You ever have any questions, and I won't mind answering them. In fact, I owe you on, vishya?” As for Toby, he chuckled before making the round to Vera, telling the first, “We prefer to fight with each other, vishya? Not for one another,” and the second, “Good. And Ivanya, he is very good.”
[00:50:05] = Lucy Mitford has entered the room =
[00:50:20] The Redneck: Roman's jaw got kissed, since Thorn was sitting in his lap. The smart-assed comment had been for him too. Vera's not so subtleness had the little redneck chuckling low and quiet. "This is Roman. We met years ago, were very much together for a while. Then life occurred. Ran int' each other again a month 'r so ago an' it was like no time in between." No time at all.
[00:50:50] Toby Aradam: "You guys fight stuff?" He perked up. "Like--real, scary, important stuff?"
[00:50:52] Sjira: ::As Panther turned to see to drinks, the simple brown cloak was slipped from about shoulders. She twisted lightly at the spine and hung the cloak on the back of the stool. As she righted her seating, on the edge of it, she stilled a look on Kruger. Smile of hers slips and faltered to see the sourness and else. Hands alighted fingerstips against the counter's bevelled bartop.::
[00:50:55] Bjorn Andrews: Or, he owed Roman 'one'.
[00:51:49] Panther: ::a pause to let Kruger pass... slight turn of his ears as he resumed his path behind the bar. Ears flitting back slightly as he moves about, fetching first a glass and then a botte::
[00:51:53] The Traveler: His head pivoting slightly, chin resting on Thorns shoulder as amber eyes looked past her to Vera. Lips curving back into a toothy smile that did not meet his eyes. It was intresting how with the dark fall of hair twin obsidian nubs of horn could catch the inns light as leathery wings squeezed Thorn slightly before he was looking at Bjorn. "We are friends are we not? Nothing is owed within this friendship only parts of lives borrowed to make one another stronger and better."
[00:52:43] Bjorn Andrews: “Depends on what's bothering us: vampires, slavers, some monsters. Got a fight into a fight with this evil house once.” As for Roman, he tilted his head to eyeball him as if he were considering his answer carefully. “We are not among enemies, truly enough.”
[00:53:41] Sjira: ::Then sought out Panther. Inwards, she leaned, bringing just the smallest of contacts of clothed midriff in against the counter's edge where hands were.::
[00:53:44] Gypsy Lore: Turning her head to look around Thorn, she gave Roman a wide smile, “Lovely to meet you.” Back to Toby, her eyes narrowed and her head tilted. There was something odd about his expression but turnabout was fair play! She didn't know who Sera was – “That's so good to hear! I'm glad things are going well, for everyone.” Inclining her head to include Bjorn when he told her how he and Ivanya were doing.
[00:54:35] Gypsy Lore: "Slavers?" Nose wrinkle.
[00:54:46] Bjorn Andrews: Or, just into a fight!
[00:55:04] Toby Aradam: He blinked, slowly. He didn't know why, but he suddenly felt inspired. "And--you guys work well together? You're a good team, right?"
[00:55:46] Bjorn Andrews: “I'm of the opinion they're all better off dead,” for Vera's query. “And sure, yeah. It's always better to have someone at your back.”
[00:55:47] Panther: ::pausing his his step long enough for a brief glance across the room before moving to put the glass atopt he bar in front of S'jrira:: This one is supposed to be sweet, but light. ::pulling the cork from the bottle and pouring some to the glass::
[00:55:59] Gypsy Lore: Pausing, the Gypsy fell quiet, quiet enough for her to slip behind the bar. Time for a drink.
[00:56:30] The Traveler: And he was reaching for his water fingers curlling around the bottle before he leaned back slightly pressing away from Thorns back so that he coud have a drink without disturbing her.
[00:57:25] The Redneck: For a moment it may have seemed there was a hint of color across her cheeks, but it was there and gone again. "So'm I." Glad yes. So very glad. And from the look of her, all the nights between then and now hadn't existed. Shouldn't have been. " 'S good t' see you though. Y're all right?" With Roman shifting back, she shifted forward to make it easier for him to enjoy his water. And don't doubt she'll be asking about the water sooner or later.
[00:57:56] Kruger: He laughed and just rolled his eyes. His hands lingering so closely to the handles of his hammers. Krugs leaned that chair back and held a smile that was perhaps far more eager than any the small one had ever seen. Still in his eyes though the anger disbelief. "You see Tali dear...I am doing only what you would...watching...yeah yeah a bit of menace too...sue me Tals."
[00:59:11] Toby Aradam: He considered Bjorn's words, rolling them around in his head. A good team, fighting side by side, having each other's back. And she would turn around, smiling. A little dirty, but alright. Damn it. He rubbed at his red ears and shook himself out.
[00:59:22] Sjira: ::Tension was within the line of her shoulders eased a bit more to look upon that feline sort. Her left hand took up the drink but did not taste it right away. Softly, she sniffed at it and smiling eyes watched Panther when she did so. Then tenatively took a tasting sip...and smiled a bit more.:: ..thanks is given. It is ..nice. ::The word lacked but she had not better thing for it, more fitting.::
=== Red Dragon Inn: 2013-01-12 01:00:00 EST ===
[01:02:25] = Bjorn Andrews has entered the room =
[01:03:01] Panther: ::a simple nod in response:: Good. Glad you like it. ::leaving the botle on the bartop before turning to grab up a mug, glance to Gypsy::
[01:03:16] Kruger: He took a sip of his black coffee...it was bitter, that was just fine it was exactly how he felt right now. That and just plain pissed off, and the reason was large and furry and had claws...and shouldn't be allowed so much courtesy as he was being given. "Once upon a time Tali...men had a little honor...you know...courage that kind of thing...others they run with their tails between their legs."
[01:03:45] Sjira: ::Another sip was taken while she stole another look towards Kruger, seeming to be in talks with the bronze bust. Worriment and perplexion were there, unveiled in that watching.::
[01:04:21] Dill T Jones: Mind finally blinked back fully from where ever he went. Knowing the man, it was probably for only now. He was still getting adjusted, what did you want from him...Another drink, another inhale of smoke. Anchoring mind and soul down to the here and now. Only really evident in the way he uncoiled from his lean to make it just a bit more rigid. You know, from debauch bonelessness. Gloved fingers scritched at the line of his jaw out of old habits more then anything else. Growl. Right. Blink,
[01:04:43] Dill T Jones: exhale of smoke as eyes popped from snake slit to normal. Glancing around to make sure the place wasn't on fire or anything.
[01:04:56] Sjira: ::Before gentled vigil returned to Panther. Booted, small feet could not reach the rung of the barstool and left toes to sweeping just above it as she sat there.::
[01:04:59] Gypsy Lore: Catching Bjorn's words, she nodded slowly, a frown creeping on her face. “I have to agree with you.” Murmuring, before her eyes moved to touch on Panther. “Oh, I was just getting some coffee ….” Flushing, she placed her notebook aside on the counter, gesturing to the coffee pot and carafe.
[01:05:49] Panther: ::shifting a bit in the direction of the kegs and starts filling his mug from one:: Kruger, if you have words for me you can say them directly.
[01:06:03] Bjorn Andrews: Bjorn had momentarily fallen in love again with whiskey, but he had sized Toby up for his question then following silence -- ticked a look over at Vera who retreated with suspicious quiet -- and finally observed the couple, before cocking a brow back over at Dillon. Something had happened, but he wasn't sure what. “Aren't many people who like the slavers; they just have enough power that we can't seem to wipe 'em out all at once.”
[01:07:34] Dill T Jones: "I did not do it." To whatever Bjorn was looking at him for. Even took an innocent drink from his screwdriver.
[01:08:15] Gypsy Lore: .....yes, best to be silent now. Snatching a mug, she quickly filled it with what had to be, day old coffee. She gave it a slight sniff, making a face and deciding to deal with it, giving a look back to Bjorn. She had her own reasons for not liking slavers. Hmph.
[01:08:51] Kruger: His eyes went wild at Panther then. "Really? I don't even know if I have the ability to give you words...Aren't you DEAD?! Why the hell would I be able to talk to you? Didn't you abandon your love for years and come back and weasel back into her her life? and likely her bed! And the world calls looks to you and coos after you...Not this smith sister."
[01:09:05] Gypsy Lore: " ......."
[01:09:39] Toby Aradam: He's just being awkward with his soda, working to banish thoughts of short skirts, powerful legs that could make things explode with a single kick, dark hair and a bright face. He finished his drink in the meantime, distracting himself with Kruger's exclamation.
[01:09:43] The Traveler: The bottle was set back onto the bar and he was leaning forward into Thorn once again Chin coming to a rest on her shoulder. His voice quiet as he spoke close to Thorns ear. "I think I may be taking Arthour up on his suggestion. His offer?" he wasn't sure what one of the two it was.
[01:10:25] Sjira: ::Shoulders were all the more tense. Gaze found the glass of wine Panther had poured for her. Another sniff of it but she did not drink it, nearly spilling it instead when Kruger was heard. Gaze spent between them, most troubled.::
[01:10:38] Gypsy Lore: And just like that, Vera was somehow beside Bjorn, just a seat away from Thorn. Eying Kruger, she sipped on her coffee, her hand sliding her notebook closer to her along the scuffed bartop.
[01:11:07] The Redneck: "Doesn't help much that there's always gonna be folk who figure it's easier t' buy people to work than it is to pay a wage." But that was her opinion, at least a sliver of it. Oh,well, there was, stuff going on over there. Amethyst eyes flicked glances between Panther and Kruger, but she kept her own bone box shut. At least until Roman's words pooled around her ear. "Mm, nice. If that's whatcha really wanna do Love." Vera's quicksilver movements, and positioning met with a softly amused
[01:11:32] The Redneck: smile. In theory there'd be no need for wands and no one would explode in showers of hot acid.
[01:11:37] Bjorn Andrews: Those sounded like fighting words; was it any wonder that he, too, paid more attention on what was transpiring down the bar? Not openly, but with the faintest tilt of his head, listening more than watching which is likely why he didn't say anything to Vera right off. But she liked eavesdropping, too, didn't she?
[01:11:59] Panther: ::ear are turns back slightly as he finishes tapping his drink, then lifting the mug for a drink he turns about to look towards Kruger... lowering the mug and reaching to wipe the froth from his mouth with the back of a hand:: Well, as far as being dead... I suppose the answer to that part is obvious.
[01:12:08] Bjorn Andrews: Thorn's comment saw a dip of his chin, though, as if he were acknowledging the truth of the matter.
[01:13:17] Sjira: ::A slight smile, she was more than happy that he was not dead. The glass was turned by its stem but little more was done with it for a while's time more.::
[01:13:31] The Traveler: Shoulder lifting as he became quiet once again fingers enterlacing around Thorns belly. He was not going to speak on slavers as he had been on three sides of slavery.
[01:13:38] Panther: Did I abondon S'jira... yes. It was never my intention to do so, but I cannot deny that I did.
[01:13:54] Dill T Jones: Oh. This will be good. Though he would take some sympathy on Vera and her coffee troubles. "Lemme see that." With a motion to her coffee with one of his gloved hands. The one without smoke and booze all around it, thankfully. The look on his face seemed to be a helpful one, if that was something.
[01:14:37] Sjira: ::A hand reached out towards Panther on that, a slide of it across the bar and rested against its scarred, wooden surface palm-upwards. Still, gaze spent between Kruger and Panther as they spoke.::
[01:15:08] Kruger: "Pfft...you may be here but your gonna have to do more than that to prove your alive to me." He looked at 'jira then far more softened but the sad shake of his head was still there. "Brother..you act like I care what your intentions are or were...I know what you did...I know how much it hurt the ones you love and I know...in my eyes ain't no excuse good enough save your dead...You feel the way I'm talking to you?"
[01:15:10] Gypsy Lore: ....yes, well, that was beside the point, Bjorn. Arching her brows at Thorn, her tawny head tilted and her eyes grew a bit wider. Never a dull moment, her expression said clearly. The subject of slavery? She wasn't about to jump on it, not any time soon. Blinking, she looked from Dill back down to her coffee mug, slowly handing it over. "Oh, would you be a luv?" Grin.
[01:16:26] Sjira: Kruger.. please.. ::Quietly borne words, troubled all the more as it seemed to continue.::
[01:16:47] Panther: ::his eyes narrowing and ears flattening back:: You speak as if I have to prove anything to you.
[01:16:58] Dill T Jones: The curl of his lips said she didn't even have to ask. He placed his drink on the bartop and hooked his smoke into a nearby ashtray. Mug taken gently from her and held in his palm. He didn't do anything. That was perhaps the most strange part, right now. But every atom was switched down to his prefered blend. How could you tell he was done? It began to steam as it caught up to the temperature change. Just a small whisp. He handed it back to her. "I hope you like Jamacian Blue Mountain." But any
[01:17:02] Dill T Jones: new coffee was better then old coffee.
[01:17:09] Gypsy Lore: Stage whisper, "That's <I>the </I>Panther, right?"
[01:17:39] The Redneck: A little bit of a shift, a little bit of a wiggle, settling in more comfortably against Roman's belly and chest. The tick of the redneck's head in response to Vera's unspoken comment was amused agreement. "So, how 'bout them squirrels?" Oh, Vera's question was much better than Thorn's.
[01:17:45] Bjorn Andrews: Since fists didn't start flying, the Lion paid less attention, lifting up a broad shoulder to give off a half-shrug to the others. “The hour grows increasingly late, and I would rejoin my méivoln.” If a fight needed breaking up or helping to smooth over until tempers evened out, Dillon was a good man for the job -- he'd seen him do it plenty. “It was good to see you guys. Next time, I'ma have to convince Ivanya to come with me.” Bjorn, giving a smile to Vera, he let it broaden for the couple and
[01:17:50] Toby Aradam: "Jesus," he muttered, looking between S'jira, Kruger and Panther. He didn't know what was going on, really, but it doesn't look all that good. Especially for S'jira.
[01:17:51] Dill T Jones: A couple of nods there, making the whisper a bit in keeping in the somewhat theatrical background. Just answering questions.
[01:18:39] Bjorn Andrews: Toby before reaching across the bar for a hand-slap for Dillon.
[01:18:41] Kruger: "Of course 'jira..I will be happy to let off...it will only take so long as it took you to get over him...has that happened?" He turned to Panther then. "You should have to prove it to someone. 'jira is far to nice to hold you to the way you treated her...this city...This Inn...and I know you understand me sir."
[01:19:21] Dill T Jones: "It was good seeing you man." Slappity slap slap. Sharp grin there over to Bjorn, one of the few he liked to catch up with.
[01:20:12] The Redneck: Finger tips, light and tender, drifted along the line of Roman's forearm and the back of his hand, following the shape of the bones under the skin. "Say hello from us yeah? An', some sorta manly hug thing from me maybe?" Because she was a hugger, really she was. Sun bright smile for the lion was dimple flanked and warm.
[01:20:45] The Redneck: The words, they'd been for Bjorn since he was bailing.
[01:21:36] Panther: ::the hand is seen, but not acknowledged at the moment. The mug of ale is set to the back bar:: I know some of what happened between you two while I was gone... I know you cared for her, maybe still do. But there are is a reason some things are called "the past". And that is in it.
[01:21:37] Toby Aradam: He grinned, semi-distracted by the altercation, and waved at Bjorn. Their talk hadn't gone anything like he thought it would. He'd actually enjoyed it.
[01:21:58] Gypsy Lore: Taking the mug from Dillon, she nodded her thanks with a smile, taking a long drink, a purr caught and held in the back of her throat. Oh, sweet nectar, sweet life. Licking her lips, she opened her eyes and gently skimmed her fingertips along Bjorn's forearm. “I'd love to see you two guys sometime soon, have a good night, luv."
[01:22:51] Panther: ::his voice taking on a discernable snarl as he continues to speak:: And as far as I am concerned, there is but one I nee to prove myself to, the same as it was before, the same it continues to be.
[01:23:48] Bjorn Andrews: “I will tell him that you wished me to hug him for you. But not lingeringly.” Bjorn joked with her, winked to Dillon, and if Roman seemed down with the hand-slapping, he was offering him one. He didn't properly shake hands after that much whiskey. “You don't let those girls walk all over you, Toby. Gotta find that line for you, between respecting them, but respecting you too if nothin' else, you hear me? I'll pass it along, Vera, and thanks. Don't be so scarce, vishya?” Farewells were avoided
[01:24:05] Sjira: ::Her head lowered, nearly to bring the curve of her chin in against the line of her collarbone. But attention was no less upon them. The glass was watched well and the liquid held within that fragile vessel.::
[01:24:30] Bjorn Andrews: for the trio who seemed to have their hands full, but he did glance out of the corner of his eye at them once more before heading on his way, through the tables and chairs, out the door.
[01:25:15] Kruger: "Interesting...easy enough we will call it past...known you a long time Panther...I remember the orphans..should I forget that past too? Should I just forget everything...this place will give you a second chance. Everyone will look and be happy...cept me. I am here to remind you...of the mess you left when you went away." He was pointing to 'jira then. "What was between us...fell broken in the alleyways I was sleeping in...Much like you to her...when I needed her she was gone...that doesn't
[01:25:29] Kruger: mean you don't have to answer."
[01:25:31] The Redneck: Nose wrinkling grin and a cheeky wink Bjorn-wards.
[01:25:40] Dill T Jones: He would never let someone go without a good cup of coffee. It was amazing what it could do for the mind, body, and soul. The Company put good money into coffee technology. Which resulted in some rather small, super intelligent bean disasters, but came out pretty well in the end. He was happy to pick up his vices once again in deft fingertips. Kind of... moving a bit away from the conversation over there just out a general respect. He finally found a point to lean on the bartop and dropped his
[01:26:08] Gypsy Lore: "I'll try, for you." She simpered, slipping on to a barstool. Grinning, she waved after the man and turned her attention back to the others.
[01:26:11] Panther: Not to you I don't.
[01:26:49] Dill T Jones: elbows down onto the wood. Idling once again, but he didn't fade out right off.
[01:27:42] The Redneck: Shifting a bit more there were more kisses for Roman's jaw and chin.
[01:27:56] Kruger: "Brother...nobody else is holding you to it..." Applauds with contempt and drips sarcasm. "Yay...Panther is back to come in make a little girl love him and then what...run away again and call it unintentional" Scoffs again at them.
[01:28:04] Toby Aradam: "I'll work on it, Bjorn. Or--well, try." He was surrounded by women. If he pissed them all off, he'd be run out of town. Thta wasn't an appealing thought.
[01:29:01] The Traveler: At the momen't his hands needed to be idle. they never moved from around Thorns stomach though he nodded his goodnight. Sometimes being what he was for so long could be a real pain. Even the kisses were barely felt. It was as if he were not fully there at the moment.
[01:31:17] Sjira: Kruger.. there must a stopping in this... ::Lips parted, a few times, uncertain what to say to quell it all. The glass of wine was resettled to the bar's top. Line of her brow was marred with a frown and what smiles had been there earlier were ruined.:: Please..
[01:31:40] Panther: ::a shake of his head and nearly a chuckle:: Ah, what a luxery it must be to be so indignant when only partial truths are known.
[01:33:56] The Redneck: Curious, and with a slowly growing concern she tipped her head to catch a look at Roman's face. Whatever she saw there had her nodding firmly and slowly wriggling her way out of his lap. "Vera, we'll talk 'gain next time. Toby was good seein' you again. You too Dillon." Fingers laced through Roman's she gave a light tug. "'S find some stars t' watch a while." Not a question no, but neither was the suggestion a demand.
[01:34:06] Dill T Jones: "Anyone wanna go play putt putt golf?" All over Rhydin many women (and some men) cried out in sudden rage they were not at the bar right then. Oh, the Jedis would be feelingthat one. It has been in his mind for days for some reason and right now, respectfully, it seemed like a good idea to blurt that out as he suddenly rose from the bartop a bit. Like a dog that had just seen a nice car pass by.
[01:34:39] Kruger: A laughing look to 'jira. "It will stop when one of us lay bleeding on the floor...any volunteers for that?" To Panther those wheat colored eyes flit. "Partial truths are all I was allowed...all that was ever given me...likely all she ever felt I deserved...who knows she may even be right about that. Still I feel fairly confident here...that a good dose of man blood would do you good Panther..." He fingered his hammers so lovingly.
[01:34:40] Panther: ::stepping to stand across the bar form S'jira, a hand resting on the bartop:: I have given the truth of what happened to the one who deserves it most. I have explained myself as best I can to those who have asked.
[01:34:56] Dill T Jones: And of course, a warm grin and a nod on over to both Thorn and Roman as they seemed to be slipping out. "See you later you two."
[01:35:14] Gypsy Lore: Reaching out, she touched Thorn's arm. "I'll be seeing you soon." She didn't make a promise of it, just an assertion.
[01:35:23] Toby Aradam: "You too, Thorn. I should probably get home too." He sends a last look down the bar. "Before this sticks in my mind."
[01:36:55] Kruger: "Poor Panther to find the one man who won't sit by and listen quietly. Hmmph" the smith took one last bitter sip from his mug and looked to the bronze bust of The Watcher. "Tali...you won't be proud of me tonight."
[01:37:10] The Redneck: With her free arm she stole a hug from Vera and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Definitely." Thorn didn't hear a promise in the Gypsy's words. And more fishy-faces went Toby's way. "Prolly a good idea." --Because really, men who lovingly fingered their hammers in public places tended to be mind sticking.
[01:37:13] The Traveler: And she was gone. A slight sigh as he glanced at her and nodded. He understood her concern. "Yes might be best to talk under the stars about this. Its been a long time sense I have taught, And I have only show one the Way before." Licking his lips and hands slipped into his pockets as he stodd up and started heading for the door without another word.
[01:37:51] The Traveler: stood*
[01:38:13] Sjira: ::Fingerstips settled in against Panther's hand upon the bar's counter:: ...he speaks of..me, Kruger. ::Gently, it was said and most quietly so. Touch to a clawed digit, gaze dropped then returned to them both.::
[01:39:26] Toby Aradam: He popped his hood up, straightening the bag hanging on his hip then started toward the door. Maybe he'd lead the exiting troupe.
[01:39:52] Panther: If you wish to spill my blood... I am standing right here. But do not kid yourself in to believing it is for her you fight. Nor is it for anyone else that has passed through these walls but yourself.
[01:39:58] Gypsy Lore: Wave! to Toby.
[01:40:04] The Redneck: "Y'all have a good night." Fingers laced with Roman's she edged toward the back alley door. "'M sure y'll be fine baby. If y' even really wanna."
[01:40:07] Dill T Jones: And another wave to Toby as he slipped out. Hmmm. Must of been his putt putt question. He didn't think Rhy'din fought in the great minigolf war of 'ought 3 though.
[01:40:11] Gypsy Lore: And a wave to Roman, as well.
[01:40:18] The Traveler: Stopping at the door as his mind flattened and thinned becoming less and at the same time more. Looking back over his shoulder at Thorn, the door opening with the turn of his head. Amber eyes watching her a moment then he was out into the cold mentaly willing his body to reject the reality of the chill touching him.
[01:40:45] Sjira: ::The wine remembered was sought. Lips met with the glass' edge and drank from it.::
[01:40:52] The Redneck: She was, right there with him, definitely. And off and gone in time with Roman as well.
[01:42:32] Kruger: He turned on 'jira then. "And I stayed away rather than come near...I am angry 'jira...hurt, and angry and I stay with those I know love me." Oh how he gazed at the man cat. "No I don't fight for her...I do it because she won't...because they won't...I've heard the talk of threats but Panther my old and once dear friend...I am gonna lay hands on you...for me for everyone."
[01:43:43] Sjira: But.. there is want for warring.. ::Words perhaps lost beneath others of upset. A glance from Kruger, to Panther.::
[01:43:52] Sjira: *is no want
[01:44:18] Dill T Jones: "Pfft, you people don't know fun..." Generally and playfully. Again, it just had been sticking in his mind. He'll go play putt putt. In his own mind. Like right now. Give him a few.
[01:45:25] Toby Aradam: He let himself out, forcing his ears to close to what he heard behind him.
[01:45:26] Kruger: Two hammers left the loops of his belt as he stood. Heaven laid to the table and hell over the top of it. He cracked his neck and popped his shoulders. "To think I once defended your honor over the mistreatment of the claw in the rings." He just shook his head angrily and started forwards slowly.
[01:46:28] Panther: Stóirín, perhaps you should go upstairs.
[01:47:20] = Gypsy Lore has entered the room =
[01:48:06] Sjira: ::The glass was put to the counter and she eased down from the barstool. Booted small feet carried her through the room and directly for the stairs known to lead to the secondo of the inn's levels.::
[01:49:03] Sjira: ::Pace was hurried enough to cause earthy, green hems to shift against her knees and shins. Up the steps to the uppermost one, where she settled down to sit. Watchful through the slats of the railing.::
[01:49:19] Panther: You say you wish to fight because she will not? You feel she is wronged? Yet you yourself did not wait for her...
[01:50:14] = Valkyrie has entered the room =
[01:50:16] Kruger: The brand on his left cheek eyed Panther from a pair of wolves eyes, the ball in its mouth clearly the All Seeing Eye. They all seemed to be smiling with what was about to happen. They were easily outshone by the smiths own though. "I'm done talking brother...my sins are known...to me and obviously you."
[01:50:19] Panther: Is there guilt more than anger behind your actions?
[01:50:56] Panther: And mine seem to be known by all... what of it.
[01:51:31] Kruger: And now a manacing laugh. "Both brother....both..stop trying to get out of the beating we both deserve."
[01:51:47] Valkyrie: She moved silently into the Inn, lether skirt stiff thanks to the cold. Her blue cloak fluttered as she lowered her hood and glanced around the Inn. Taking a soft breath, she started towards the bar, pausing to nod to Panther and then glancing to Kruger. She moved past the men and for the water, taking a drink while she soaked up the warmth. All the while her eyes leveled on Kruger, watching him curiously.
[01:52:53] Panther: ::taking a step back from the edge of the bar, hands out at his sides:: I am not trying to get out of anything, but neither am I looking to deliver.
[01:54:22] Kruger: He took a running leap to land ontop of the bar and look down on his prey. His heart was beating as it hadn't for so long he had forgotten what real fear was. Could the Panther smell it? Probably but the smith wasn't gonna let a little pulpatating stop him now. He dropped behind the bar and fired a fist forward. "Then you are gonna feel real bad tomorrow brother."
[01:55:59] Valkyrie: "Kruger! Don't!" Val cried out the second a fist flaired. Blue eyes pracitally begged as she started forwards on one foot to reach the Smith and draw him back. But honestly, what could this small woman do when the man felt such.. rage?
[01:56:02] Sjira: ::Darkly colored eyes watched well. Breath hitched and the remembering to breathe again would come a moment's time later. Gravely, vigil attended Panther and Kruger, and she stayed well out from underfoot.::
[01:56:22] Panther: There is little you could do to my heart or soul that I did not suffer in the hours before my return... if you think the body... ::and at that the punch connected... snapping his head back::
[01:58:06] Valkyrie: Even as the hit landed against Panther, her hand reached out for Kruger's free arm, her fingers clasping at it, holding it back in case he tried for another swing. "Kruger, please, calm this madness."
[01:59:21] Kruger: He brought the fist back quickly...it had been a very long time coming. "I told you I was done talking" The grin of battle lust the same that would take him in the ring. The same that he had lost when plunging himself on to Rhi's spear and nearly killing himself...so very nearly...and how it was wanted...
[01:59:28] Panther: ::a half step is taken back to keep his balance, his head popping back, gaze on the Valkyrie, his voice still holding that hint of snarl:: Let him have his fun.
=== Red Dragon Inn: 2013-01-12 02:00:00 EST ===
[02:00:30] Sjira: ::Already, the small one was on her feet. Touch met with the railing, but kept to the stairs. Worriment was steep and borne unmasked in the lines of her face.::
[02:01:47] Valkyrie: Valkyrie looked to Panther and then to Kruger. Her eyes said all there was for the smith to know. She wanted him to stop, to think. Was Kruger beyond reason? Taking a deep breath, she glanced back to Panther before speaking, her voice relatively soft and practically silent. "I can't." It was not in her nature to watch her friends hurt themselves or others.
[02:02:17] Panther: Let him delver what he believes I deserve.
[02:02:27] = Kes has entered the room =
[02:02:29] Panther: *deliver*
[02:02:45] Kruger: He had heard Val, but there was no room for reason in him now. He readied another quick jab of the left. The shoulder shifted, and instead the right came in lower towards the body. "I got no problem with beatin on ya without ye trayin ta hit me back Panth...don't think I do...Don' let 'jira think I do either."
[02:03:16] Kruger: *trying
[02:03:51] Valkyrie: As he swung again her hands released his arm, head shaking as she stepped back. A bit of grief crossed her face.
[02:04:08] Panther: ::instinct kicked in a bit as an elbow is tucked to somewhat block the hooking right::
[02:05:47] Kruger: the elbow blocked out his strike he used the momentum to spin and strike again with an elbow aimed towards the broad fuzzy chest.
[02:05:54] = Cianan has entered the room =
[02:06:49] = Nicole Raine Harrison has entered the room =
[02:07:28] Panther: ::his stance was still offset, so while the elbow connected with a deadening thud and knocked some wind from him, he kept his feet::
[02:07:56] Sjira: ::Touch curled against the railing until knuckles had gone a little white.::
[02:07:58] = naevein has entered the room =
[02:12:38] Kruger: He continued the spin, wishing in that moment he had one of those hammers in his hand to lash out with and drive one nightmare into another. He settled for another slow powerful hooking blow from a left hand. The Cat wasn't fighting back and that frustrated him more, but everyone had a breaking point...and he had all night. "Strike...Damn you...Defend your self...(vq) just f***ing kill me."
[02:14:48] Valkyrie: Breath was quivering a little, her hand gripping at the side of the bar. Big eyes locked on Kruger as he lashed out at Panther, horror striking her features.
[02:17:05] Panther: ::his chin was spun to the left as the hook connected, again.. instincts that were hard to fight kicked in as he spun about with the blow and came to a crouch. The jaw was worked a couple of times:: Ah... so we come closer to the truth.
[02:22:46] Sjira: ::The three within the inn's common room below were watched closely. She simply could not send her attention elsewhere. When he had been hit again, she flinched but was otherwise