Topic: Don't You Wish You Knew What Was Going On?

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-03-26 12:56 EST
Jewell was having a bad day. Actually, it was more like a succession of bad days which would really mean a bad week, month or maybe year.

The most recent flux of not good days started the other night, Friday. It wasn't her chat with Tara that had made it bad, though that was far from pleasant, but the news that Charna had been seen with Varick. That didn't sound so bad to begin with, the Vixen was probably on a date. Of course, life wasn't that simple and everyone else insisted the Varick was bad news.

Charna really knew how to pick 'em, though Rory was certainly good looking.

As they-Jewell, Tara, Lenika, Des, etc.-didn't know exactly what had happened with Charna or if anything serious had even happened they were at a bit of a standstill. Jewell had spent the rest of that night trying to dig up information on Varick to no avail.

A whole day of similar questionings yielded little until Jewell stopped by at the Inn on the way home. Lucy whatsherface that had dealings with Ayreg made mention that she was under the impression that Varick had Charna and the fact that he was bad news. That was getting kind of repetitive. The idea that Varick and Charna just may have been on a date went out the window; shame, because Jewell had been desperately clinging to it.

Unfortunately, no one had any conclusive information. After a brief chat with Issy, Jewell had went home to catch some sleep before she started up with less subtle inquiries. Her precious sleep was interrupted as her oldest daughter came barging into her room with a message from Brian, conveyed by his moor cat.

Jewell,

I do not have much time, and with the wedding I know you do not either. It is important that we speak. Charlotte made mention of Varick doing something bad again and Charna possibly involved. I know she is a good friend to you, and if Varick is involved according to Charlotte that cannot be good. I have little info at best. I do not know what you know also. We need to get together, and if this is already taken care of let me know in any event. I will see you tonight sometime. Take care.


Old Man

Bang head against wall. Having gotten little rest, Jewell dragged herself out of bed again. She was certain to look hideous for Tara's wedding later at this rate. Adorning herself in her darker, worn clothes that were good for snooping, fighting and whatever else she needed to do today.

First objective: find Brian.

Alex Ravenlock

Date: 2006-03-27 01:30 EST
Alex sure did wish that.

After stepping into the inn that night, he found himself asking too many questions, and not getting a single answer. Instead, all that was hammered into his skull was that Charna was gone. So? Why was he supposed to care? He didn't much like her, and all because he figured she didn't much like him.

Alas, Jewell did seem intent on finding her. It was the lone reason he left with her that evening. After some wandering, they took different paths, of which he returned to the Inn.

Only brief words with Tera was made before she took off, and he found himself in a delightful conversation with Icer.

The following morning, not finding Jewell, he took out for the daily activities.

So much for knowing what in the hell was going on.

Brian Ravenlock

Date: 2006-03-27 02:15 EST
After a quick info gathering jaunt Brian showed at the wedding, and noticed to his surprise that Charna was in attendence. That definitely threw him off a bit, but he still determined that more insight into the events of the last few days was needed. The wedding ended, and Brian left as soon as he could and was soon off on his own again taking a look into things.


While it was true he didn't know exactly what was going on, he didn't let that stop him. He didn't know Charna as well as others, but he still was concerned none the less. Leaving word for Jewell via Sorreah (The youngest of his 2 Moor Cats) as to what he was up to.

"Jewell,

Well Charna seems to be alright, but concerns are still running rampant. Curiosity had gotten the best of me yet again, so I am headed out to check a few leads. If ya hear anything lemme know and I will do the same. For some reason this doesn't feel kosher. Then again it might just be me. Take care.

Old man"

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-03-28 16:12 EST
Days went on; they always seemed to do that. She finally got a hold on Brian for a much needed conversation. She was hardly enlightened enough to form any conclusions and was only warned, time and again, to be careful. She left their meeting with a careless grin that melted into a deep frown when she was sufficiently away from the Inn.

She was supposed to watch her back which was tiring, to say the least, when she didn't know who or what to look out for. Regardless, watch her back she did less she found a knife in it. That would hurt. Not that she felt she had anything to worry about, she had been a good girl lately. She was more worried to Brian as he seemed to be getting himself mixed up with all sorts of unsavory people. Didn't Viki say Ayreg melted that Renna-chick?

A little disgruntled, she returned to her bustling home. A quick glance-in on the kids, they were going through their lessons. They would always be her primary concern. It felt good to have someone to protect, even if she had effectively abandoned her role as Guardian years ago.

Without the tykes to distract her, she retreated to her room to rummage through her closet. Cotton spring dresses were to be abandoned for a time in exchange for her more practical leathers. She had several pairs of pants in black, tailored to her shape and worn into flexibility with time. The first time she had tried to kick a guy in the chest in a brand new pair of black leathers made her blush. She had certainly knocked the guy back but had split the seam along her bottom quite a bit in exchange.

At least she had been living in the Inn back then, able to skip right upstairs for a change of clothes are an embarrassing applause.

Her hands skipped over her mail shirt. She wouldn't need that. Not yet, at least. Who knew if she would ever need it in the foreseeable future? Really, she wish she had become a seer or something useful.

Pants on coupled with an old tank and bare feet- she was ready. When Jewell had first acquired the house she had outfitted a room for training purposes for herself and Alex. It proved immensely useful in keeping either of them from destroying any valuables in the house. Lately, it was only used when she was instructing one of the kids in their abilities but it was time to go work on her own.

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-03-29 10:24 EST
Last night definitely stood as the culmination of bad for the last several weeks.

Jewell had disappeared upstairs in the Inn to reflect and supposedly rest. She couldn't shut her eyes against the tears. Sorreah's, her brother's moor cat, had come to keep her company, loud purring helped drown out the sound of her little sobs.

Someone had tried to kill her and did a botched job of it. She followed said someone out of the Inn and, with the aide of her brother, killed him. It was a cruel blow to be told that she had killed someone innocent, a diversion tactic. The real would-be assassin had later stepped forward. There was lots of yelling.

She lay on her back, arm and upper chest throbbing. Eyes stared blankly at the ceiling of the rented room, tears distorting her vision. The facts confused themselves in her brain. She had killed an innocent man. Charlotte was connected to Lucy. The big giant guy had hurt her Brian. The faux-assassin had said 'The Death Knight.' She had killed an innocent man. Tanzin revealed himself as the real assailant, sent by Lucy? Brian had kissed Lucy. Tara verbally assaulted the Death Knight. She had killed an innocent man.

She refused the restorative powers the Sand Man promised with sleep. She wanted to stare at the ceiling, sleep would provide her with little comfort. The purring of Sorreah was soothing, though, and her body ached so very much.

?I thought you would come easily Jewell, but I see that you?re going to make this hard on yourself.?

Stony silence was his reply as he took the seat next to her and opened up his treasured envelope. ?I really hate to do this to you dear, but you?ve brought it upon yourself.? The lack of sincerity in his voice was emphasized by the cruel smile starting to form on his lips as he displayed a portion of the contents of the envelope before her, to her everlasting horror. ?These are the remnants of the Pyranian army after their defeat on Aquarius three years ago. All of our men were found dead. And you killed them.? He displayed picture upon picture before her of the charred bodies, the faces flash frozen in agony as they died, and the piles of organs and pieces that once made a man human until he ruptured inside out from energy- energy she had wielded and directed. He wasn?t satisfied until her face had gone ashen white, a hand brought to cover her mouth and keep her meager lunch down.

JewellRavenlock

Date: 2006-03-29 15:39 EST
Her awakening was rude, remnants of dream hanging around her head renewed tears to her eyes. Harsh light of mid morning filtered in through the sole window of the rented room. Jewell had shifted in her sleep, putting pressure on her left arm which drew a mumbled protest against the pain from dry lips. She was momentarily confused as reality reasserted itself.

She was not on her home world.

She was in the Red Dragon Inn.

Last night had been hell.

She rose slowly, her back protesting like an old man's would. That faux-assassin had knocked her to the ground with all his body weight on top. Sometimes she forgot how small she was. Hands still smelling of 151 rum rubbed at her eyes before she could get a good look at her visage in the mirror. It was not appealing.

Tears had left her eyes swollen, salt traces on her cheeks. Brian had stitched her arm up nice, it was just a livid red line on her paled skin. Her upper chest was what worried her. Visible, without her trench in a v-neck blouse, was a blossoming bruise centered on the left side of her clavicle and covering much of that above her breast. It was swollen and prodding it with her fingers for a fracture did not up the comfort level. There was no evident break, maybe just a hairline then. Either way, it was sure to be quite painful and a nuisance for the next few weeks as it limited the mobility of her left shoulder. Deep breaths were uncomfortable too.

Her head shook in disgust at herself before she left the room- no attempt was made to redeem her appearance. Sorreah was sent on her way back to Brian. Jewell dropped a few coins in the till for the room, replaced the key, and left the Inn. She was more then gratified that it had been empty.

She made a note to thank Alysia for her offer of her home as a sanctuary. It was much appreciated yet not necessary. Jewell had no fear. There was no room for fear when self-loathing took place.

She had been careless in not recognizing that her attacker was not the same man she confronted outside. She should have helped Brian take care of that giant better. He had gotten hurt because she was incompetent. She shouldn't have even mentioned anything to Tara on the subject- was she not a big girl? Could she not take care of problems herself?

She was grateful to sneak into her house without eliciting an all-out greeting fest from the kids. She had every intention of cleaning herself up but her bed looked so inviting that she just curled up on it in the least painful way possible.