((Interesting and relevant events occured Monday, from Andu's point of view that is. I've edited the logs a little. Color added to the SNs relavently involved with Andu's story. All SNs have been kept in because I may have missed comments or actions that effected the actions of those colored SNs.))

= Shanaugh Kayle has entered the room =

Mach: ""Than congratualions!"" Said with more enthsiasm. He liked it when he had cues on how to act appropriately. ""Grin? What grin?"" No grins on this face as he turned his hands to show they were empty of grins as well. ""So what do you preform?"" Another drag of that cig as he moved right along.

Rachael Douglas: ""Oui. Some of what I prepare, I have to keep from the kittens and Mallow. I tend to like well-spiced cuisine, and in some of that, I use what might be considered weapons grade peppers.""

Serah Farron: Spotting Alex had her straightening and moving her way out from behind the bar. ""Hmmmm? I'm lead of an A Cappella.""

Crispin: Bottle set to the glass, he poured shot two. There was a body approaching the bar and it caught the corner of his eye for that reason alone. ""Alex,"" surprised.

Icer1978: ::Finally disappearing, to reappear on Andu's shoulder in her hatchling form.::

Andu Kirost: ::Andu grins.:: Ah! Sounds like something along the line of the ""Dragon's Breath"" cordial I keep around for... special circumstances.

Taneth: ""I think I have to go to bed now."" Looking a bit weary.

= Bluebird Gone Black has entered the room =

Rachael Douglas: ""Oui, perhaps."" Mug lifted for a sip.

Jack Scot: He wiggled and slid free without too much jostling of the Bright Star and Taneth. And paused, to eye Taneth.

FinMack: Fin slid forward, on his knees and angled toward her. ""Yer sweet,"" he whispered. ""Ye be m'sweet angel an' there be nothin' wrong wit' ye. Please look at me,"" one hand sliding around her calf just above her boots.

Benjamin Piers: ""Well, let's go home, then, Princess, Jack,"" he offered, stretching into Jack and dragging Taneth.

Shanaugh Kayle: :: A small horse trotted in pulling a very large aquarium with a lareg sign on the side that read ""For Sale: One claim jumping mermaid. Practically free!""::

Alex Parks: She was still tonguing that nasty red split when she was making her way through the break. The sound of her name from an England-tinted voice drew her attention up. ""Cris."" A smile started to surface. ""Hey.""

Cianan: Cianan gave a nod of his head, and smooched towards Taneth, this time, no touch to the skin. He'd send one through the air, floating and fluttering along. ""Have a lovely evening, Taneth."" He lifted his hand over to Benjamin, as well.

Taneth: Smiles to Cianan.

Jack Scot: ""I want a smoke,"" he grumble at Benjamin.

Mach: A look to the one that seemed to have Serah and Crispin's attention, a smile and nod offered to the woman. ""A cappella... vocal group yeah. Nice, nice."" Another drag off his Marlboro as Mach watched the goings on.

Cianan: ""Stay safe, Taneth. Keep that hell of yours well. I like that head of yours.""

Taneth: Grins at Cianan. ""You boys stay, I can go."" Climbing from the couch.

Andu Kirost: Dragon's breath cordials come in a variety of bases. The one I currently have on the shelf here is made with the Carolina Reaper pepper as its base.

Benjamin Piers: ""I'll get her home, then."" he grinned to Jack, humorously gathering Taneth up, if she didn't squirt out of his arms again.

= Delphi has entered the room =

Benjamin Piers: She squirted!

Benjamin Piers: ""Okay,"" he laughed, but he'll steal a hug and kiss from her anyhow.

Serah Farron: ""What about you, Mach? Or are you really Race under that story?"" She squinted at him.

Shanaugh Kayle: :: She parked the cart with the tank near the couch, shrugged out of the harness and trotted for the bar.::

Rachael Douglas: ""That, would pair well with the steak nachos that I make. The steak is marinated in ghost chilis, among others. With the seeds.""

Jack Scot: Taneth was a little squirt sometimes.

Jack Scot: He patted down his coat, searching for his smokes.

Cianan: Oh! There was Shannie! He wiggled his fingers towards her. ""Evening, Shannie."" Cianan smiled, sliding along. ""Benjamin. Jack."" He was swaying on away.

Jack Scot: ""Dream sweet, darling."" He grinned at Taneth.

Taneth: Waggles Scotties smokes.

Antonia Salvato: He barely managed to graze her calf with his fingers. She was quickly to her feet, shedding the blanket onto the porch swing and stalking a few paces away to put a large chunk of space between them before she turned to look at him. ""That is what you want me to be. That is not who I am. When you realize that you will be relieved to have dodged a bullet. I am doing you a favor, Fin. Accept it graciously and carry on.""

Jack Scot: And had nothing to say to Cianan.

Connar Valdor: ::He just pressed his eyes shut for the moment...dream or no dream, he prayed it be gone::

Taneth: But she is slinking to the door. Haha. She took them!

Benjamin Piers: ""Cheers, Shanaugh..."" and started laughing when Taneth waggled the cigs!

Jack Scot: She took his smokes??

Andu Kirost: ::Andu grins and waves to Shannie, with a raised eyebrow glance at the aquarium.:: Hrmm. That would deffinetly make for a ""hot night"".

Alex Parks: Pink hair. It was also noticed. She glanced at Serah, didn't say anything. Mach got the same, too, save he got a nod in return. ""What are you drinking?"" she asked Cris, stepping further behind the bar to get herself a glance.

Jack Scot: He started searching for them in earnest now.

Crispin: Thank the Angel he missed that.... ""Did you finish a fight?"" He caught the buzzing phone with his free hand and swept his thumb across the screen. What he saw there softened his mouth. He tapped out a response.

Taneth: ""Cannot catch me before I goooooooo.""

Crispin: ""Whiskey."" Without looking, he sent the open bottle down to Alex.

Jack Scot: And looked up to see the waggling. His eyes narrowed.

Shanaugh Kayle: :: The horse shook her mane and snorted a greeting before edging her way carefully behind the bar::

Jack Scot: Before she could blink, he was next to Taneth. He tapped her chin with a fingertip. ""Caught.""

Rachael Douglas: ""Oui, certainment. I would follow that with an ice cream sundae.""

Benjamin Piers: ""Run!"" he whispered loudly to Taneth. Shaking with laughter.

Benjamin Piers: Wide eyed. How the hell...?!

Icer1978: :;Soon a tug at Andu's ear, playfully.::

Taneth: Giggling. She throws the smokes at Benji.

Taneth: Smooch for Jack.

Andu Kirost: ::Andu grins at Rachael.:: That sounds like a very good idea, especially if the eater intends to sleep in the few days following such a feast.

Mach: Hands up.""You've found me out. Your the boss now."" Played straight until that grin cracked through. ""Nah, I'd run any kind of buisness into the ground, ain't got the sense for it. What I do do is hunt mages... so you could probably say I don't have much sense at all."" A smirk as he took another drag of that dwindling cigarette.

Cianan: ""How are you?"" Was moving over towards, his eyes glowing red as he peeked out the window. A nice shadow.

Jack Scot: ""You cut me deep. To the very quick, darling."" He rumbled and smooched her back.

Taneth: ""Love you, Scottie.""

Andu Kirost: ::Andu blinks at the tug on his ear, having totally missed Icer change and move.:: Oh! Evening, Icer. ::And he reaches up to give her a scritch.::

Taneth: Then she is slinking out and away. Wobbling here and there, maybe her head hurts more than she thought it did. But one never knows.

FinMack: Fin followed her and tried to catch her hand, this time. ""No, Antonia. Tha' is wha' ye showed to me. I never...I never did tha',"" brow puckered. ""I do no' want to accept it. I know tha' ye love me."" She couldn't have faked that, he refused to believe it.

Rachael Douglas: ""I have tried the ice cream made with hot peppers. It was... flavourful.""

= Mach has entered the room =

Jack Scot: ""Love you, Firefly."" He called to her as she left him.

Alex Parks: ""Yeah,"" she replied, stepping up beside him to take the offered bottle, pouring herself a few fingers. ""Was a bit tougher than I would have liked."" And she wore the evidence with pride. Along with that split lip she sported a darkening around her left eye. It would be angry in the morning, more black than blue. The opposite cheek was mottled with a red scrape. Who knew what else lai beneath black clothing. ""What have you been up to tonight?"" Long drink, eyeing him over the bottom of the glass.

Serah Farron: Her brows slowly lowered at hearing Mach and she stood straight. ""I'm sorry? You hunt mages? Why?""

Andu Kirost: ::Chuckles.:: But strangely unsoothing?

Benjamin Piers: He caught the cigs, laughing. And took one out. Lit it. Hit taken. Smoke blown. Purrring.

Shanaugh Kayle: :: She rooted around in one of the cabinets until she found what she was looking for. A shake of her mane and the girl took the horese's place.:: How much salt do you think it would take to mummify a freshwater mermaid?

Rachael Douglas: ""The ice cream portion neutralised the heat, somewhat.""

Jack Scot: When she was gone, he turned to stalk his Bright Star. Very slowly.

Antonia Salvato: She snatched her hand back and pointed a stern finger at him. ""Don't. Touch. Me. Two strikes. You do it one more time and we're done talking.""

Cianan: He lingered by the window, briefly, before stepping around giving a small smile to Alex, and then a swig from the bottle. He wouuld make his way over toards the bar.. ""..I..I don't know. Is it dead?"" ..Cianan had been talking with Sal and Can before, if eating the end part of a mermaid counted as fish.

Icer1978: :;Thrumming as she was scritched, tail tip twitching.;:

Andu Kirost: Ah. ::To Rachaelm with another raised eyebrow look for Shanaugh.::

Benjamin Piers: Brows quirked upwards. Another slowly hit of the cig. Blowing smoke luxuriously.

Rachael Douglas: ""Why would one wish to mummify one, Madame?""

Crispin: ""Nothing terribly exciting. Though my night is not yet over."" Lifting his phone to indicate it. ""I'm to meet Leena within the hour. She's finished with---"" moving his other hand. Thumb swept along the screen of his phone, passing images of pizza slices.

Jack Scot: Step by step.

= Leto Koranan has entered the room =

Cianan: Day by Day.

Mach: A look at her, that grin turning wolfish. ""You look nervous Serah... are you a mage?"" His look hardened... before cracking into a laugh. ""Sorry, sorry. I'm government sanctioned. Civil servant supposed. If a mage does stupid hard enough to warrant an official bounty thats when I get called in to eat fireballs.""

Shanaugh Kayle: Not yet... :: She pointed to the fish tank:: I was taking a nap in my pond today when that thing! :: she sounded properly outraged here:: Invaded and started clawing up my back. :: In the tank was a very small mermaid. The mean kind with fangs and claws not the pretty singing kind::

Alex Parks: She looked to Cianan, gave him an upnod of her chin as she licked her lips free of whiskey. It burned like hell but she didn't mind it. Then she glanced down at Cris's phone, smirked. ""Very exciting."" In truth, she thought it probably was.

Benjamin Piers: He took a step back. Humor twitching at his lips, a wild grin and wide green eyes. Another hit!

Andu Kirost: Hrmmm. ::Andu eyes the small mermaid.:: Interesting.

Rachael Douglas: Raven brow lifted. ""Tresspassing.""

Shanaugh Kayle: So I'm either going to sell it or mummify it. It depends on how the evening goes.

Crispin: He had better things on there. But he kept them to himself. Order placed, he keyed in an incorrect address and set the phone down on the counter. ""It will be, yes.""

Cianan: Cianan was peeking over to the mermaid, then over to Shannie! ""Mm. She jumped into your pond, and started clawing your back? Did she want a ride?""

= Rena A Cronin has entered the room =

Icer1978: ::A peek to the tank, then back.::

Leto Koranan: ::He slipped in through the alley entrance, eyes widening at the crowd, impressed.::

Shanaugh Kayle: No. She wanted my pond. Its a very nice pond after all. Especially with all the improvements.

Leto Koranan: Holy hell...

Andu Kirost: It might make an interesting addition to Gaia's quarentine level... Maybe. How sentient is it?

Jack Scot: Step. By. St... Jack's voice in Ben's ear. ""Playing with fire, Bright Star?""

FinMack: Rubbing at his chest, he took a step back from her, jaw working quickly. ""Wha'ever...wha'ever I did, I be sorry. Please.""

Crispin: He kept one ear on the discussion he heard behind him. Mage killing and Serah nervous.

Serah Farron: That didn't sound right but she didn't say anything about it. ""I see. Well good luck with that, Mach. Was nice to meet you but I think I am going to go grab me some eats."" Because all that booze and an empty stomach was making her a bit loopsy.

Connar Valdor: ::Opens one eye, the object still there..::(m)...good hell....::He exhaled, sitting up in the chair and looking barwards, wondering if the path there were any less unobstructed::

Alex Parks: She could only imagine. ""Lucky you."" She leaned, rear to back counter, glass held somewhere against her stomach.

Cianan: Cianan wasn't a fan of any mermaids! They were all pretty, and then they started trying to drown you!

Leto Koranan: ::he worked his way around the bar, digging in the cooler for a bottle of beer::

Benjamin Piers: ""Always,"" he purred, turning a circle as if trying to find that voice whispering in his ears, ""Burn brightly for me?""

Crispin: ""Really?"" Looking up. ""Where is Bashir?""

Alex Parks: One shoulder moved, the left. ""On a drop, I think.""

Shanaugh Kayle: :: She set the jar of antiseptic cream she'd found in the cabinet on the bar and started another search for a clean towel.::

Jack Scot: ""You are the bright one, darling."" There was Jack, flipping open the pack and fishing out a ciggie. How'd he get it?

Crispin: He understood. ""He will return soon, though, yes?""

Cianan: Cianan glanced over towards Crispin, as well, lifting his chin. Stepping over to the cart, he was just peeking into it, ""At least they don't enslave you like Nymphs.""

Benjamin Piers: He grinned and stepped up to him, poking the lit cigarette to Jack's lips. ""Unfair.""

Shanaugh Kayle: It talks... sort of. More hisses and growls and broken threats.

Alex Parks: ""I'm sure he will,"" before taking a drink. Did she sound a little bitter? Likely.

Jack Scot: ""I am Fae. We never play fair."" Cigarette bobbing up and down between his lips.

Mach: ""Your sweet Serah but thanks for the well wishes. I'd offer to buy you something but even I know that would get me the creeper tag."" A thin grin as he contented himself to finishing his smoke. ""You be well and careful and such.""

Crispin: He understood that too. ""Do you ever worry about him?""

Andu Kirost: Hrrmm. Should be trainable then, maybe even socializable. Do you have any idea what age it is?

= Future Astronaut has entered the room =

Jack Scot: And then, the longest drag ever.

Benjamin Piers: ""That's not so,"" he grinned, draping himself over Jack's chest once more. Head tilted and a cheeky grin.

Leto Koranan: ::he wandered around to the other side of the bar to take a seat at a stool::

Antonia Salvato: ""You didn't do anything. Do you want me to say it's not you, it's me? Will it help?"" Her gaze moved from his face down to his scratching hand. Her expression hardened and she shook her head. ""We're done talking. Nothing is going to change. I mean it, I'm doing you a favor."" She brushed past him without contact and moved to haul the front door open without another word. Once inside she was stalking straight for the stairs. ""Someone who cares go out to the porch and collect Fin before he does

Antonia Salvato: something stupid.""

Jack Scot: ""Is it?"" He disbelieved. Smoke curled from the corner of his mouth.

Serah Farron: ""Nah I get my food for free. Just going grab a few slices. I might be back."" Maybe but Mach was leaving her with uncomfy vibes and she was all too itching to head to the door.

Shanaugh Kayle: You know, I forgot to ask in the midst of getting all clawed to bits. Sorry. :: She found a towel at last... then stood staring at the towel and the jar with a scowl.::

= Iona has entered the room =

Alex Parks: She took another lip, savored it before swallowing, licked her lips after she had. ""Yeah. I always worry. But this is part of who we are."" Looking down into her glass, she smirked. ""Funny enough, that's actually one thing that brought us together. The fact that we 'understood'.""

Andu Kirost: ::Andu nods and shrugs.:: Just wondering, some species it is easy to tell at a glance, some not so much. You need a hand with that, Shanaugh?

Jack Scot: He tracked Antonia's progress from door to stairs. Heard her surly suggestion too.

Cianan: Cianan was just watching over, before looking over towards Serah, ""Hey. How'd your lingerie shopping go? Are you rocking the buttfloss?"" Cianan wiggled his finger towards the mermaid.

Alex Parks: *sip

Crispin: A cold wind chased Antonia, but perhaps she was the cause of it. He looked to her first, then the door. ""That you're alike?"" gaze returning to Alex.

Leto Koranan: ::he leaned back against the bar, taking a swig off his bottle, blue eyes looking over the patrons scattered about, a smile on his face::

Canavar: Walking beside Iona finishing a brief conversation. ""Do you want to stay outside or would you rather go in for a drink?""

Mach: Uncomfortable at around sixty words... pretty bad for the man actually but he wasn't even trying to come across like that. A look to Cianan who addressed Serah... and not that blue eye blues gaze returned to Serah quiet interested to overhear this little tidbit.

Shanaugh Kayle: :: The mermaid hissed and tried to bite Ci through the glass::

Benjamin Piers: ""Sometimes,"" he smiled, and stole a kiss before he loosed Jack, turning to Antonia. He exhaled, hand over his face. Three. Two. One. ""Great grandmother, Antonia, are you fourteen?! You want to do this? Fine. Cheers. More power to you. But you could take the time to be honest with him instead of just kicking him over and over."" A crack of annoyance to his voice, and cussing a blue streak in an unholy mixture of Arapaho and Welsh, he stormed out to the porch.

Alex Parks: ""Mm,"" for the glass, still. ""That we know what it's like to worry, but understand that we are who we are.""

Crispin: Thank the Angel for Benjamin.

Crispin: ""Do you think there's anything wrong with it?""

Iona: ""M'nae drink'n anna more this even."" Eyeing the porch. ""M'been here four times thi' even, ye wanna drink? M'will go inside wit' ye."" The decision was Ben's.

Serah Farron: She nearly died on spot and there was a two step dance to stop her from eating floor. She turned around and with wide eyes stared at Cianan. ""And that is why you couldn't come with us!""

Rachael Douglas: Raven brow lifted. Benjamin's inventive curses were committed to memory.

Jack Scot: He found that funny. He cacawed.

Canavar: ""I'd rather you show me what you were going to show me and then I can walk you home. It's cold outside and I'm duty bound to ensure you are safe."" Call him old fashioned.

Cianan: Cianan did the unwise thing of tapping the glass. Cackling a bit. ""Oh. Well, fine."" Cianan waved his hand, cianan just sighed! ""I never get to do anything fun."" Yes, holding purses was fun! Or, something.

Jack Scot: And left to his own devices, he flopped down in one of the high backs to idly smoke. He was no nurturer.

Alex Parks: She looked up at Cris, brow furrowed. ""No. Why, should there be?"" Not angry, just an inquiry.

FinMack: Fin was standing in the same spot Antonia had left him, fingers rubbing against each other harder and harder, the pressure turning his skin white, hand trembling with the effort.

Mach: ""Butt floss then..."" Spoken mildly to Serah. Hey, he made her uncomfortable anyway, what could a little more do for some fun? Finishing that cig he'd crunch it out in a nearby ashtray.

Antonia Salvato: She bit her tongue. That was a feat in itself. She didn't spit venom at anyone or fly off the handle. Her path didn't slow down or stop. She moved to the stairs and up them vanishing into a room.

Crispin: Half shake of his head. His was just an inquiry too, something to fill the space while he drank and poured shot three. ""No.""

Iona: ""M'tink between ye an' Jer, m'gonna get m'brain all mucked up. Ye know it be feckin' cold outside aye, bu' n'different 'n wha' we talked about."" The whole conversation about doing for others and them treating you like **** ""M'use t'th' cold."" Friendly enough smile. Walking up the porch stairs.

Connar Valdor: ::He couldn't tell if it was all the smoke or just fatigue that was making his eyes sting. He pushed up from the table, starting to move barward::

Benjamin Piers: ""Fin. Come on. Let's go,"" he exhaled, rubbing his temples. ""We'll get the horses and go for a ride.""

Serah Farron: ""For the record I didn't get any. I got some cute garter belts and teddies though."" There Cianan got a little teaser. She waved a hand in the air and she bounced on the door. She needed that food asap!

Shanaugh Kayle: :: She was still glaring at the towel and the jar. She did need help with it but she was picky about who she'd ask for it.::

Mach: ""Nice."" A thumbs up to Serah before turning to salute to Cianan for that. And now Mach was headed behind the bar to rummage something else to help pickle his liver.

= Iona has entered the room =

Andu Kirost: ::Andu smiles, at the glare, though he hides it behind his coffee mug. He was asking more as a prompt for others than for himself. Lalen might complain, Shan being a female and all that.::

= Iona has entered the room =

Cianan: ""I've never been a fan of those stuffed bears."" Cianan shrugged his shouldersover towards Serah. Alas! ""You couldn't have gotten those anywhere else?"" He clucked his tongue, ""The right, Shannie, below. They're stacked.""

FinMack: ""Ben...can ye fetch m'sketch book please?"" his voice hoarse.

Cianan: The cleantowels! Oh, she got one! Nevermind.

Jack Scot: He stretched out his long legs and crossed them at the ankle.

Jack Scot: All the while blowing smoke rings and offering them to the rafters.

Alex Parks: Nursing her drink and bothering with that slice in her lip, she glanced out across the commons, then back over to Cris. ""Do you worry about Leena?"" She knew the answer but, filler.

= Canavar has entered the room =

Leto Koranan: ::Another swig of his ale as he stared off at the hearth::

Shanaugh Kayle: :: She almost threw the towel at Cianan.:: Come help me clean these scratches? Pleeeease?

Iona: The cursing caught her attention. Stopping Ben from going up the stairs. ""Nae be skin off m'back. Jus' m'observation. M'can show ye th' track, bu' ye gonna nae take it from me like ye di' th' last. Aye?""

Benjamin Piers: Ben stared at Fin. He shoved the door open. ""Rachael, could you get someone to grab the sketchbook on the table at one of the booths, and bring it here, please?!"" he called. His trust and faith in Fin was just framulous, you think? His gaze remained steadily on the Scot, as if he hadn't a qualm in the world against taking Fin down and dragging him off.

Benjamin Piers: Coincedentally, he hadn't.

Cianan: ""I can. I can."" Cianan pointed over towards the couch. ""Go. Take a lay down."" He was eating another piece of his kebab, before tossing it into the trash. He wouldn't have a good place to put it.

= Canavar has entered the room =

Rachael Douglas: ""Oui."" Rather than delegate the task, measured strides took her to the booths, and shielded gaze flicked over them, in search of said item.

Crispin: At first, he couldn't believe she'd asked. But his confusion ironed out, leaving nothing else but green and gold and a silent answer in the way he did not speak of it or blink.

Jack Scot: He looked over to the door where Benjamin called.

Shanaugh Kayle: :: She grabbed the jar and the towel and headed over to flop belly down on the couch, pulling up the back of her shirt to reveal a subway map of scratches.::

Alex Parks: She stared right back at him, too, even when that grin of hers started spreading out. ""Thought so."" She downed the rest of her drink.

Canavar: Stopping at her urging. ""What is it?""

Mach: A glass, a bottle of Cuervo Gold, and the man was set as he meandered back out from behind th bar, moving to take a seat and pour himself a belt.

Icer1978: ::Momma She was soundly slumbering, and possibly snoring on Andu's shoulder!::

FinMack: Without a word, Fin started down the steps and off the porch, heading off in a direction that would not take him to Ben's house.

Rachael Douglas: The sketchbook soon located, those measured strides took her to the front door, and beyond. Shielded gaze flicked from Benjamin to Fin.

Shanaugh Kayle: :: Some were shallow like cat scratches, but a few were pretty deep and angry red::

= Chryrie has entered the room =

Benjamin Piers: ""Thank you,"" he murmured, taking the book from Rachael with a wry smile. He turned back to Fin, but didn't offer the book. Instead, he offered his hand. ""Come on.""

Rachael Douglas: ""Finlay."" Her tone was commanding but not harsh.

Andu Kirost: ::Andu twists his head to glane at the apparently sleeping Icer, a gentle smile slipping over his face as he continues to scritch her.::

Cianan: ""Oooh."" Cianan moved in, peeking down, and poking a few of them. Really? ""Wow. There we go. She got you good."" Cianan was reaching out to grab the jar from her, and then the towl. """"This is going to hurt, not too bad, though."" None of the wounds seem deep!

Crispin: There, he blinked, and looked down. There was a smile trying to make a home on his lips. ""At this point, it is a reflex. And it attacks at the most inopportune times.""

Benjamin Piers: Oh. Or. He stopped at that commanding tone, and looked back to Rachael.

Chryrie: ::and back in she drifted from the dueling rings... she was still in a dark mood, but it wasn't as angry as before::

Iona: ""Jus' a thought m'had. If'n ye go up, ye gonna have yeself a we problem. M'will take ye back t'th' shop, ye wait there an' m'will get it to ye. Dun wan' ye t'get seein' m'private things aye. An' it be noisey here.""

Jack Scot: When the cigarette was done. He lit another. Smoke ring after smoke ring.

= Canaan has entered the room =

Rachael Douglas: ""Think of the needs of the many. Those who care for you."" The book was proferred to Benjamin.

FinMack: He didn't stop, just kept walking with a long, purposeful stride.

Canavar: ""I'll follow you. Please lead the way.""

Benjamin Piers: ""Thank you."" and he lit off after Fin, plus book. Light and swift.

Shanaugh Kayle: :: She wimpered preptively and nodded:: Aye. Just get them clean before the fester. Who knows what that thing's got under her claws.

Iona: She did in fact turn about and started to the Marketplace. ""Dun lollygag slow pokey."" She'd snap her fingers at Ben, but he'd probably shrug it off. Nothing phased the man to date.

Connar Valdor: ::His progressed had stopped in the middle of the room, the several openings of the door turning his head in that direction. He looked to the bar again, wondering if he were truly thirsty, or just disappointed::

Rachael Douglas: ""Think of Taneth."" Dip of raven haired head to Benjamin. With a pivot turn, measured strides took her back inside, and to the bar.

Jack Scot: He felt his Bright Star recede and sighed.

Chryrie: ::as she silently moved toward the bar, she paused by Scottie to brush her fingers along his shoulders and through the ribbons::

Benjamin Piers: Jack's bright star was liable to flare up quite soon. ""Finlay!""

Rachael Douglas: Mug was reclaimed and sniffed three times before it was lifted for a sip, and lowered empty.

Cianan: Cianan was snagging a bit of water too. First, you clean, then the peroxide goes on! So, that's what he was doing. ""What? You'll probably just turn into a wear mermaid or something."" Cianan hummed a bit, as he started cleaning the wounds. Nice and slow, ""Evenin' Chry.""

Alex Parks: Taking the bottle again, she refilled. At this rate, it was shocking that split was bleeding again--oh, wait, nope, it was. See? There was crimson filling in the crack. ""That's the way our kind of love works, right? Always trying to **** things up on us."" Sip, glance to Cris.

FinMack: He didn't stop for Ben, just pulled his hood up and shoved his fists into the pockets of his hoodie.

Mach: Mach would throw back that tequila like a champ, a twitch, a twist, and a content sigh as he poured himself another. His gaze and attenions wandered for a bit.

Shanaugh Kayle: Is there... owieee!.... really such a thing?

Connar Valdor: ::Once his feet regained their movement, he continued his trek, continuing past the bar toward the back door::

Benjamin Piers: There was a peculiar rattling sound at the back of his throat, catching up with Fin's stride. ""Where are we going?"" he asked, voice crisp in the cold, words punctuated with vapor.

Crispin: Tension in the back of his jaw after she'd spoken one, certain word. He kept his mouth from a frown, then busied it with his glass.

Chryrie: Evening, Cianan. ::there was a bit of dark to her tone. Not quite sad. Not angry anymore. Like she was coming to grips with a disappointment::

Andu Kirost: ::Andu sips at his coffee, and scritches the hatchling Icer sleeping on his shoulder. Doing both as he contemplates the aquarium with the small mermaid in it.::

Alex Parks: She kept staring at him, because she could.

Jack Scot: He shivered appropriately when Chryrie touched his ribbons. He blew a smoke ring for her. It was spectacular.

Crispin: ""I think that is the way it works for everyone."" Because he had to say something.

Andu Kirost: ::And a slighly absent nod to Chryrie.:: Evening, Chryrie.

Shanaugh Kayle: :: Said small mermaid was getting rather angry at the small quarters and was doing her best to try and knock the tank over. Luckily the pony cart it rested on was sturdy and well balanced.::

Cianan: ""Is everything alright?"" Cianan was continuing to clean out the wounds on Shannie's back, Ooh. I don't think so."" Cianan shook his head to think about it, ""It would be terrible, wouldn't it? You'd have two tails, and then.. I dunno."" There, he was wiping up the last of the water. ""The fun part is comng, Shannie. You may want to stay out of the water for a while.""

FinMack: Still he didn't answer. Just angled himself toward the Docks.

Alex Parks: She shrugged, again just the left shoulder. ""Sure. Wouldn't know."" Then she drank, long and smooth.

Crispin: ""I doubt that.""

Shanaugh Kayle: Good thing we got the roof on the house this week then. :: she was pouting now::

Rachael Douglas: Dip of raven haired head to Chryrie. Empty mug rested on the scarred wooden bartop.

Chryrie: Evening Andu. Hello Shannie. ::she murmurs without looking up. She was still playing with Scottie's ribbons and admiring the smoke ring as she answered Cianan's question:: Someone lied to me when it really wasn't needed... a friend I had trusted.

Shanaugh Kayle: Do we need to eat them?

Alex Parks: She gave him a look. ""What makes you say that?""

Andu Kirost: Shauny, you said you were willing to sell the beast that tried to take your home. What would you take for it? ::That might distract her from the pain. A glance at Rachael's coffee mug, followed by a quick one at his coffee machine and a raised, questioning eyebrow.::

Jack Scot: He sent another ring through the first one while cross his ankle over his knee.

Rachael Douglas: ""Oui. Merci.""

Cianan: ""Oh?"" Cianan blinked a few times, looking over to Chryrie, ""I'm very sorry."" He took a breath, ""Ready for the pain, Shannie? I have some bandages, too, to keep them from rubbing on anything, and nice and secure.""

Shanaugh Kayle: How much does a decent first aid kit cost around here?

Shanaugh Kayle: :: She nodded at Ci.:: Good idea.

Crispin: ""If you did not care for Connor that deeply, you would not have had such trouble with him.""

Benjamin Piers: He glanced at the sketch book he carried, and abruptly charged ahead a few paces. He set the book down, and in a single, fluid movement, turned on his toe, seized Fin's wrist and upper arm, then spun them both around hard, moving to slam Fin against a handy wall. A snarl abruptly overcoming his good natured features, turning green eyes glass sharp. ""You are not throwing yourself away because honesty is a bloody bad word around here."" he hissed.

Chryrie: Maybe, Shannie. Maybe. ::and then she sat on Scottie's lap without asking. It was vacant. Did she need to ask? And the smoke rings were something to keep her swirling eyes occupied::

Andu Kirost: Depends on the source, and style. ::chuckles.:: The magical ones with healing draughts are the most expensive. The mundane with just bandages and salves are cheapest, of course.

Shanaugh Kayle: Something in a nice watertight case.

Jack Scot: Of course now. The Crow had practice as pillows. One arm wrapped about her, fingers coming to rest on her thigh. He sent a smaller ring through the pair.

Jack Scot: *Now = not

Cianan: Cianan swabbed the wounds with the cleaner, humming a little son, ""Sizzle, sizzle.."" He gave an upnod over towards Andu, ""A normal sealable plastic bag should also help out keeping on dry. But you do have the house, now.""

Andu Kirost: The watertight case is easy, I got a couple tons of those. How about we make a deal. Basic first aid kit, with space for healing draughts, and some form of proximaty sensor. So you don't have to worry about other ""claim jumpers"" catching you by surprise?

Chryrie: ::she watched the smoke rings as her fingers worked through his ribbons. Grooming them in a nearly birdlike fashion.:: How are you tonight, dearest crow?

Rachael Douglas: Shielded gaze flicked to Andu while he bartered.

FinMack: Well, Ben definitely caught him by surprise with that move and he stumbled, spun around and slammed into a wall. There was a look of shock on his face for a moment and then he snarled back, planting both hands against Ben's chest and shoving hard. ""It does no' **** matter,"" he growled.

Cianan: Cianan tugged a few rolls of sealed bandages form his pockets, ""Seeing as I have to go around you. How about you go into the kitchen, so we don't start a needless peep show?"" He nudged Shannie lightly.

Shanaugh Kayle: :: She shook her head:: The animals still have to come to the pond. No alarms.

Jack Scot: The ribbons were a bit askew. ""Oh, I am quite well. Soaking up the Moments as they come. You, darling, are agitated.""

Mach: A mild shake of his head to clear the cobwebs as he finally came back to hs senses. Pouring another 3 fingers of tequila he woud throw back that golden liquid with a wicked sigh.

Jack Scot: He drummed his fingers once across her thigh.

Shanaugh Kayle: :: She dropped her shirt back over the scratches as she got up to head into the kitchen. She was an obedient little kelpie tonight. Apparently all her fight went to wrangling the mermaid into the tank::

= Alex Parks has entered the room =

Chryrie: I am. ::she agreed as she paused in the grooming to steal his cigarette for a puff. Then gives it back and resumes ribbon grooming:: This too shall pass.

= Zev Zayveon has entered the room =

Jack Scot: It was good tobacco. Fresh from the 30s.

Cianan: Cianan was following after Shannie, taking a small stray away just so he could give Chry a smooch on the cheek. He woudln't linger! He was soon off!

Andu Kirost: ::Nods.::I'm not thinking sirens or bells. Instead a poor excuse for a magical sword I have in my vaults. Lacks almost all the enchantments that a magical sword worth using, including that killer spirit. But it does have a couple of very good senses, and the ability to project limited illusions. Any half-way intelligent being can see them for what they are, but they should serve to alert you when others enter your land, and allow you to decide if you need to react to them. Oh, it ""is"" smart

Andu Kirost: enough to know an animal from a potential danger.

Jack Scot: ""Aye, it shall."" He growled at Cianan because he came near.

Andu Kirost: Just barely though. Might take some teaching on the more iffy beings.

Alex Parks: This time, it was her turn for her jaw to set. But instead of fighting a frown, it was a scowl, and she lost the fight. She drowned it in alcohol.

Benjamin Piers: He rocked back a set and came back in at a low angle, he wasn't a big man, but he was strong. He drove back in to pin Fin back to the wall. ""Seems that it does matter, Finlay, because here we are."" a hard voice, eerily clear and calm, eyes narrowed. ""Let's go home. We'll go riding."" There was something to his eyes, something of the guard dog barking at the fence. Please don't make me tear you to small, convenient to remove shreddings. ""You are my friend, Finlay.""

Chryrie: ::she sent a swat after Cianan's backside. Then she tapped Scottie's nose:: Behave just this once for me? He's just trying to comfort me.

Cianan: Eep! Cianan was scooting off towards the kitchen!

= Helene Dreaux has entered the room =

Canaan: The Cajun, having left the Outback, was headed on home. Not too far from the Dragon he heard some voices, one in particular somewhat familiar. Not wanting to pry, but wanting to make sure all was well, Canaan started whistling as he moved slowly past Benjamin with Finlay against the wall.

Andu Kirost: ::With Shanaugh heading into the kitchen, Andu takes a moment to lean over to whisper to Rachael.::

Rachael Douglas: Lean was taken to listen.

Jack Scot: He crossed his eyes trying to look at where she tapped. ""There are a million points of light in this city, darling. He is a dull stone. Dull. Stone.""

Crispin: He considered it a victory. An immature one, but one nonetheless. For he had not had the courage to label his unique situation with anything concrete. He'd left it up to chance and others. But the more he did that, the more real it was to others, the easier all of it could be taken away. ""Bashir will be fine."" He took his glass to the sink.

FinMack: Fin rocked back but shoved the arms to one side, leaning to the other to get away from the wall and Ben. ""I do no' want to go **** riding!"" he shouted and tried to head toward the docks again.

Mach: Putting the top on that bottle once more the man would set aside his glass before he started working on getting too plastered. He'd already made one person uncomfortable and would only make more if he got really hammered... or at least thats the response he figured if he started stripping.

Alex Parks: ""Hm."" Nothing solid, just a quiet noise to acknowledge what he had said. ""Leena will be, too."" Tit for tat. She tasted the mixture of fire and iron at her lip. It really was becoming a bad--no, worse habit.

Benjamin Piers: ""Fine, then..."" he was pushed back once more, and promptly came around with a lovely right hook aimed for Fin's jaw. Abandoned his grace and charm for the expedience of Harm. Oh, Cheers, Cane.

Rachael Douglas: ""Oui, certainment.""

Chryrie: In order to truly enjoy the light, one must embrace the dark as well. Stones have their place in this world. They provide an anchor for that which needs it. Silence in a chaotic cacophony. A simple part of the greater balance. ::she murmurs softly as she continues to groom ribbons::

Andu Kirost: ::Andu smiles as he straightens once again.:: More coffee, Rachael?

Mach: Leaving that seat, thumbs would hook into his suspenders as he set off for the door with a warm alcohol induced glow to his smile.

Rachael Douglas: ""Oui, merci. That corndog stand, it is finally available for purchase.""

Crispin: ""Of course she will."" He knew she was, even. That was probably her now, buzzing his pocket, wondering where the **** her pizza was. He started to smile, but then he actually read the text written. ""Alex---excuse me, please.""

Canaan: ""Ohh,"" It was more breath than noise, but Benjamin's thrown punch drew him up short. Canaan appeared to waffle between intervention and fleeing, but there was something that held him in place. ""Whoa, hey, what's....""

Jack Scot: ""I have never been a fan of balance,"" he murmured. The preening felt so good.

Andu Kirost: Ah! I shall look into that tomorrow then. ::grins. And twists to pick up her coffee mug, and reach over the bar to refill it with the Hacienda Esmeralda before returning it to the spot before her on the bar.::

Jack Scot: He stabbed out the cigarette into a convenient tin.

Alex Parks: She nodded, watching after him as he went... where he did, glass of amber curled beneath her chin.

Crispin: Out the alley door, with his gaze down on his phone and too many messages for him to agree with giving out his number so many times.

Chryrie: Of course not. That's not part of your nature. ::said simply as she unknotted some ribbons gently. Tapered fingers delicately unweaving the mess::

Rachael Douglas: ""Merci."" Mug lifted for a sip.

Alex Parks: Once Cris had gone, she drew in a too-full breath, held it, then let it out. It hurt like a *****, but she obviously didn't care. Glancing around, she found she didn't know where to land her attention, nor did she much care.

FinMack: Again, Ben surprised the hell out of him and he stumbled again, actually driven to a knee but he shook it off and jumped up, the adrenaline pumping. Breathing hard, fists curled with the scabs on them crackling but he merely turned in the direction of the docks once more. He wasn't going to hit Ben, he wasn't.

Mach: Was there a fight brewing? How fun! But then the last thing Mach needed was a rude awakening from that nice buzz and so he'd give the men a wide berth. No money on the clock no his problem.

Jack Scot: He flexed the fingers of his left hand. Firelight glinted off the silver binding ring he wore. ""Do you know my nature?""

Benjamin Piers: Who ever expected sweet Benjamin to throw a punch? Silly actor lad, probably had to pull them all. He didn't. A few feathers scattered around him, fluffy white and a few hand long contour feathers, storm mottled dark grays to white. ""Finlay, don't. Please. Stop. Don't make me stop you."" His voice almost didn't sound like his. Too hard, harsh, coming down with peculiar emphasis on each word.

= Petra has entered the room =

Chryrie: Some of it. Some is only known by your Moon. ::she speaks vaguely as the knot is undone and smoothed down. More grooming and smoothing down of the ruffled ribbons:: Perhaps someday you'll teach me what I do not know.

FinMack: ""I canno' stop,"" he said in a choked voice, the words floating behind him. Ben would have to take it upon himself.

Canaan: ""Benjamin,"" Canaan said, chancing an intervention. Fin did not appear to want a fight. He hadn't even defended himself. The Cajun stepped forward enough to lay a hand on the younger man's shoulder. ""Let 'im go, brot'er."" Softly spoken, tender, hopefully enough to break through the man's anger and pain.

Jack Scot: ""I would have to know what you know."" His grin was Coyote sly. He played with her awesome braid while she work and dandled upon his knee.

Mach: Toe to door, hands to pockets, and Mach would step off into the night.

Benjamin Piers: ""Make him stop,"" he whispered to Cane, ""He won't come back."" He stopped at that touch, his body tense, honed to a fine edge. ""If I stop him, I might kill him. I don't want him dead because of something stupid.""

Benjamin Piers: That remark might explain how little he truly understood.

Canaan: Hazel eyes flickered up to Finlay and he stepped around Benjamin, poised as if he intended to listen to him. But first, he'd a question. ""He won' come back..why?""

Shanaugh Kayle: :: Slipping back out of the kitchen she went to the mermaid tank and thunked on the glass. The mermaid had tired itself out and was curled up on the bottom of the tank.:: Ci. What's a fair price in coin for that kit I wanted?

Benjamin Piers: ""...She just dumped him she won't say why great grandmother I did this scene, I've done this scene, and he dies!"" He turned his gaze, wide and glassy green, to Cane, teeth bared.

Chryrie: ::she laughs softly and makes a sigh noise that was somewhere between amused and sad:: We speak in riddles, dear crow. Would you like something shiny for your braids?

Petra: Sauntering on down the street came the younger of the two Cajuns, still wearing the same thing as when she was at the duels -- gray cowl-neck sweater dress, belted, black knee-high boots and matching knit thigh-high stockings. Her hair was bundled up in a bun now though, messy enough to leave loose tendrils of purple falling across one temple and both shoulders. Three figures cut into the darkness not far off. One she recognized without trying. It slowed her gait.

Cianan: Cianan was out of the kitchen too, tucking the considerably smaller roll of bandages back into his hip pouch. ""Mm. They come in a bunch of sizes. A modest one, only a few coins. ""Some of the bigger, more encompassing ones can be a bit more expensive, but they'll have everything you could need in them, for yourself, and others."" Cianan was pulling out his phone, tapping his finger phone unti it started up again, ""They range from nine gold, to thirty six or so? For completely waterproof ones.""

Andu Kirost: ::Andu sips at his coffee as he watches Shan and the aquarium.::

Jack Scot: ""We are Fae."" She was once, at least. He perked way up at the mention of shinies, but then, he turned his head so he might peer at the door with one starry eye. ""A gift for me?""

Alex Parks: Taking another sigh, she pushed herself away from the service counter. Downing the rest of her drink, she left the empty glass in the sink, next to Cris's. Then she was moving to the back door, pushing it with a shoulder and spilling herself out into the night.

Chryrie: ::admittedly she was eyeing that mermaid tank. If she had things her way, she'd be taking that little brat home with her. She has a lovely black lake to toss it into. Then she grins at Scottie:: Yes. A gift for you.

Shanaugh Kayle: So... fifteen would be reasonable to ask then. :: She turned around and looked at Andu:: I'd rather deal in coin than goods I don't know the origins of.

Canaan: None of that made sense to the Cajun, aside from Fin dying if he wasn't stopped. The man's teeth bared at him did nothing to put him on edge, but it did impress the importance of catching up to the Sketcher. Without another word, he turned his back on Benjamin and clomped through the snow after Finlay. ""Hey, ah, ****. Fin, righ'?"" He'd only recently learned the man's name. He stood out more prominently in the Cajun's mind as 'The guy with the sketchpad'. He's trying to draw up alongside him.

Andu Kirost: ::Andu nods.:: That is a perfectly reasonable view to hold.

FinMack: Fin had pulled ahead so Cane would have to hot-foot it to pull up alongside him. When he did, Fin didn't respond. Just kept walking.

FinMack: This was not a time for words.

Jack Scot: ""I would very much like a gift."" His attention seemingly back on Chryrie.

Petra: Click. This wasn't her fight, or intervention, or whatever. Plus, she didn't know any of them except for Cane, and he'd call if he needed her help. Pushing forward through the snow, she circled up to the steps of the Inn, mounted them, then pushed through the front door.

Benjamin Piers: Cane had a few feather fluffs shed onto him. Benjamin remained obediently where Cane left him, panting softly as an overrun stag, eyes as wide. He abruptly snatched up the sketchbook he'd set to the ground. ""Stop him."" it was a whisper, strained, but clear. Benjamin's methods boiled down quickly to the energy churning in the sky over head, echoing his distress.

Cianan: ""Depending on how rare the mermaid is, and who you could ask."" Cianan shrugged his shoulders, ""They might give you a nice choice in gold."" Cianan nodded his head. He knealt down, looking at the tank. He just needed to remember his promise not to talk about such things infront of Sabine. He blinked, looking up, ""Evenin' Crawdad. We caught a cousin of yours."" To Petra.

Chryrie: ::she tugged out a strand or three of her floor length hair. As she pulled on it, it gathered up in her hand, weaving in upon itself. When it finished, it was a circular braided trinket that was black and sparkled, but held an irridescence of purple. She dangled it before the crow's eyes:: Hmm?

Canaan: They'd enough time to walk a ways. He could give the man a chance to speak before he put his hands on him. ""I'm Cane. Prolly seen me aroun'... I know I seen you. Friend 'a Ketch an' Sabine."" With a glance over his shoulder, he eyed Benjamin's frame as it grew smaller. ""Ben's too. Hold up, now. Ya gon' tell me what's goin' on 'fore I gotta get handsy?""

Andu Kirost: ::Andu reaches down to his belt and releases a pouch to pour a pile of gold coins on the bartop, stopping when the pile obviously has more than the possible 15 asking price. The pouch is returned to his belt and he starts to count out the coins.::

FinMack: The touch to his shoulder was shrugged off abruptly, just lengthened his stride.

Petra: ""Did'ja now?"" Not even a foot in from the door. Shaking a few snowflakes from her purple hair, she looked until she found the Drow, then she smiled. ""An' what, 'zactly, did'ja catch?"" she asked, moving on in further into the belly of the Inn.

Jack Scot: ""Your hair,"" he whispered. At once amazed and solemn. The star gaze followed its movements.

Rachael Douglas: Shielded gaze flicked to the pile of coins.

Shanaugh Kayle: :: She tapped on the glass again:: I don't think its that rare.. :: She'd named her price the ball was in Andu's court now.::

Cianan: Cianan nudged Shannie, ""You can stop him anytime you'd like. He's met your base price."" If she wanted more, that was up to her. Cianan tapped his finger on the tank, that held the grumpy mermaid, that was more teeth and claws than pretty.

Canaan: Canaan was a large man and he would not be so easily deterred. He'd given Fin a chance to speak, so this time when he caught back up, he clapped a hand around the back of the man's neck and gripped him tightly. The other hand found purchase along the upper arm, both holds were tight and he threw his weight into turning Finlay around. ""Da hell is goin' on?!""

Shanaugh Kayle: I suppose you'll want the tank too?

Chryrie: ::she just smiles and then lifts it up to ensnare it into one of his locks:: I have a lot of it. I don't mind sharing with one who understands its importance.

Andu Kirost: ::Andu does seperate out 3 piles of 5 coins each.:: Yeah, it will be needed for transport at least.

Shanaugh Kayle: Add on another five and you can keep it. That's what I paid for it anyway.

Jack Scot: It was important. He knew its value and the trust she had in him. ""We are even, darling."" And that was important too in Faerie. Balance. Ha!

Petra: A finely sculpted dark eyebrow rose. ""Where'd'ja get dat?"" Circling around and through the break in the bar, she was in search for something to drink, although eyeing the mermaid-filled-tank more than anything.

Shanaugh Kayle: It invaded my pond this afternoon.

Andu Kirost: ::Andu counts out another stack of five and settles it beside the others.:: Do you have a container to carry the coins in? If not I can throw in a pouch for them.

Chryrie: Quite so. ::she grins and then reaches up to finger the ribbon that was woven into her braid::

FinMack: Fin turned and threw a fist with his free hand low and dirty toward Cane's groin.

Jack Scot: Oh did he grin, from ear to ear. He eased up to kiss her cheek.

Jack Scot: ""I think I will be called away soon, my sweet.""

Petra: ""Invaded yer pond?"" She bent down, forgetting about her drink for the moment, and squinted into the tank. ""How?"" She didn't expect that it had just walked there.

Shanaugh Kayle: :: She patted the net poch she always carried at her waist. It was a tight net so nothing fell out. She left the tank and headed over to the bar to claim the coins:: You've got yourself a pest!

Shanaugh Kayle: Came up the stream. It's a freshwater mermaid. They can swim in the smallest of trickles.

Chryrie: I expected as much. It's that time. ::she chuckles::

Cianan: ""It's nice to see you again, Petra."" Cianan was standing up, ""You don't come around enough."" Cianan rolled his shoulder back and groaned a bit. ""I..need to go to sleep.""

Andu Kirost: ::Andu chuckles softly, and retrieves the dozen or so coins left after the price had been counted out.:: I shall add it to Gaia's managerie of dangerous flora and fauna.

Rachael Douglas: ""One section that I will avoid on mon... raids."" Mug lifted for a sip.

Canaan: He wasn't expecting a punch that low. Surprise caught him off guard and Finlay's blow struck true, but not two seconds after Canaan sounded a pained hiss he let go of the man's neck and let his own punch fly. Knuckles caught Finlay near the temple, along the eye socket. When there were no rules to follow, the Cajun rarely lost a fight. That's because he punches like a locomotive.

= Cecilia Hatfield has entered the room =

Jack Scot: ""Another Moment to experience."" He hugged her tightly.

Petra: ""Ah."" That made sense. Straightening back up, she looked to Cianan and frowned. ""Ya tell me I should come 'round here more often, an' den in de next breath ya say yer gonna go get some sleep?"" She huffed out a breath, exaggerated. The pout was just as good.