Paranoia is Only Human
11/14/15, After the Fists Tourney
Text to Ketch: I know I told you that you were off the hook, but I've had a craving since you mentioned milkshakes last night.
Text to Shae: Let's get one.
Text to Ketch: Do you want to go pester Nancy?
Text to Ketch: I could meet you there.
Text to Shae: Sounds like a plan.
True to her word, Shae was lingering outside the Midnight Diner when Ketch arrived. Fox was with her that evening, sitting off to the side. The woman, herself, was leaned against the front glass of the diner. Hands tucked into the pockets of a Royal Rabble leather jacket. Black hair hung wavy and loose, stirred in her breeze. Boots crossed at the ankle in her lean. They stretched upward beneath the legs of her jeans. Denim was a new experience for Shae, as it had not existed where she came from, but she found herself drawn to the practicality of it and had incorporated it into her wardrobe readily. Gold eyes were drawn skyward, distracted. Fox would be the first to notice an approach, but he wasn't inclined to alert Shae.
They hadn't specified a time, but Ketch left the apartment shortly after texting Shae, meaning he was lagging only a little. Spying Fox first, he nodded an acknowledgement that turned into a longer look when he realized that aside from the night previous at the fights, he hadn't seen Fox around much lately. Shae was subject to his scrutiny next, though it was a more passive affair, lingering briefly in appreciation for the way denim hugged her curves. Didn't even have to be surreptitious about it either since her head was tipped skyward. "You going to open the door for me or what?" Hello. Maybe he was trying a little reverse psychology. He was dressed similarly in jeans, though his coat wasn't made of leather, but weather beaten cotton canvas in barn jacket lines, loose and comfortable.
The canid nodded in return and weathered Ketch's curious stare without complaint. As Ketch's voice reached her, the corner of Shae's lips twitched upwards. "I realize living with Fin may have loosened your manners, but you're supposed to hold the door for a lady. Not the other way around." Hi there. Didn't stop her from pushing away from her lean, but she wasn't crossing for the door. Instead, she was approaching him directly. Fingers reached out for his jacket. A light grip to snare him in place so she could favor him with a smile. "You can be forgiven though, what with the distinct lack of a 'lady' in your life." Tug at his collar, rise to the balls of her feet, Shae greeted Ketch with the kiss Taneth had suggested she bequeath to the winner the night prior. A hint of steam, a touch of enthusiasm, and just a nibble before she broke away. "How was the sleepover?"
"Ah, maybe so," he said congenially and was reaching for the door when Shae invaded and rose on the tips of her toes. One hand fell to the knob and settled there while the other assisted her upward arc by hooking through the back loop of her jeans. He'd missed Taneth's suggestion last night, but he certainly wasn't protesting, lips warm on hers in spite of the temperature, and lingering, tolerant of the nibble that followed and left him with a quirk of a smile. "You think a lady in my life would cure me? I think I'm too far gone." The door opened and a wall of manufactured heat rushed them. Ketch gestured her inside. "There were no pillow fights, late night gossiping or gallons of ice cream. Taneth never really stirred. I don't think she likes me much. But she adores Fin."
"She seemed to think I knew about you being more prone to 'snuggles' than violence." Maybe it was that kiss she'd stolen, but Shae didn't protest to heading in first tonight. "Cianan looked scandalized when she suggested I kiss you if you won the match.? Beat. ?I don't feel so bad about missing the sleepover, then. Fox would have just gone on and on about Taneth." Speaking of Fox, the critter was darting inside. "As for a lady in your life? I doubt that could cure you. You don't need a lady. You need someone who won't swoon at the sight of blood." That transitioned right into: "Hi Nancy. Nancy strikes me as the sort of woman able to cure you. She's got that 'too smart to tolerate your nonsense' vibe."
Ketch made a slight face, the expression being one of surprise crossed with some sort of mild...dubiousness maybe? "Cuddling and snuggling. Not my fort?." Another bone of contention in past relationships, though he didn't bring it up at the moment, laughing, instead, when she mentioned Cianan. "I can't imagine Cianan actually being scandalized about anything." Once Shae swept in first, Ketch tamed the smugness in his expression in favor of eyeing Nancy, who greeted Shae with a smile and Ketch with a scowl that lacked power due to the twitch at the corners of her mouth. "But dumb enough to keep letting this asshole in my restaurant, though," she groused as she pulled two menus from the stack at the hostess stand, "Needing these tonight?"
Ketch waved off the menus, "Just milkshakes tonight, I think," glance over to Shae to confirm. And then back to Nancy. "Your consideration for your customers is damn touching." He grinned broadly and ducked a menu Nancy winged in his direction.
"No, your forte is more 'collapsed in a messy heap' followed by nodding off. And I have no objections." Breezy smile. "Cianan can be quite theatrical when he wants to be. It's when he stops being over the top and dramatic that you need to really be on your guard." Because then he's either going to kill you or has something serious to say. "Milkshakes and... do you have any meat stew?" Fox hadn't been back to gorge himself on leftovers, having spent the day out with Shae. As a result, he'd worked up an appetite. The horseplay between the diner owner and Ketch cemented the warm smile on Shae's face.
"That is--" head tipped to the side as if he might dispute her assessment, but then found he couldn't and ended up laughing shortly instead, "about right, really." He listened to her commentary on Ci while running backwards through his memory to different instances in the drow's presence, nodding finally when he'd decided that she was, in fact, correct.
Nancy looked down at Fox, unruffled by his presence and nodded, "Got something I think will do the trick." With that, she vanished into the kitchen, and no sooner had Ketch leaned on the hostess stand than she barked out, "Get off my stand, Creeley." She just knew. Ketch smiled widely at Shae, easing off the podium as he explained, "It's something like her throne."
"I should hope I know you a little bit by now. Just a little." Hands slipped back into her pockets as she waited for the return of Nancy who, with her easy acceptance of Fox, had climbed in Shae's regard. Soft laugh escaped at the psychic berating of Ketch's lean. "Don't disrespect a queen in her own kingdom, Creeley." Playful scolding without any real fire. "I like her." Nodding in the direction of Nancy's departure. "Thanks for showing me this place."
"You do. More than a little, really." And more than many others. By now time and repetition had made at least his habits and tendencies accessible, even if he could still be tight-lipped about other things. Eyes followed the direction of Shae's nod as if he might see Nancy bustling in the kitchen through the wall, a softer smile illuminating his features then. "She's alright." Which, all things considered, was high praise, and he nodded a dismissal of Shae's gratitude afterwards, turning the conversation to something that'd been on his mind last night. "Were you upset about your fight last night? The air.." he trailed off, assuming she'd pick up on the context, the static he'd felt nearby.
Shae was using Nancy's absence to satisfy a curiosity about what lurked on the worker side of a hostess stand. Looking but not touching. The table map brought out a smile when she realized it what it was. Ketch's high praise passed without teasing or much reaction, really. The playful antagonism between the two had left it as a foregone conclusion in the sylph's mind. His question, however, did draw out an expression. Mild surprise. "Ah. Not exactly. Yes, losing like that was disappointing, but it wasn't the reason for..." Shae trailed off, extracting a hand from her pocket to gesture at nothing in particular. "My opponent. Under other circumstances I'm not sure how...civil I could have been."
He'd missed a bulk of her fight, but now found himself once again revisiting memory trying to recall something that might have set her off, but conversation nearby had overpowered what he might have heard from the rings. "You'll have to fill me in, then, sounds like I missed something."
"Oh, no. There wasn't anything provocative. It's just...there's an air about him that smelled of age and death. I'm familiar with it, and it tends to stir memories of an unsavory nature. Things that live when they should not. I've developed a strong distaste." Gold eyes flickered about the diner, unwilling to settle. Fox yawned wide and sat on her foot. "There are some exceptions. Very rare ones." Her memory detoured to one blonde vampire in particular, a train she forcibly derailed before it could sidestep and linger on another.
"Mm," a measured response as he took that in, but he'd not gotten close enough to the being in question, and it was possible he might not have made the same deduction Shae had, or at least to the degree she had. She seemed to be more naturally in tune with others that way, whereas for him fine discernment required more involved effort on his part. "That whole team is," hands broke apart in a vague gesture, unquantifiable. He searched for a good word, settled for an approximation, "somewhat unsettling, I guess. Maybe it's the conglomerate effect."
The kitchen door swung open and Nancy reappeared, two shakes on the tray she carried and stew in a lidded carton. "Wasn't sure if you wanted these for here or to go, so I put them in carryouts," she said as she handed off the items. Ketch took his milkshake and dug into his pocket for some coins to trade her.
It had not been the first time she'd faced Xanth. This second brush had only added to her suspicions. Observations never ceased for Shae. "Your opponent did nothing to help my unease, truth be told. What with his talk of consuming you and the way he shed parts of himself without care." Quiet addition to his own assessment. Then there was Nancy on the return. The conversation had Shae shifting in place. "We can sit here or-- I don't care if we wander, but I think I'd like to find someplace warm to settle."
"Maybe the city has jaded me, or maybe it's just that comments like that don't provoke me as much as an action would. This place is full of talk, threats. I haven't met the follow through yet. Could be keeping a low profile, or could be sheer luck," a glimmer of a smile, and then he cast a quick look around the diner. It wasn't overly populated, plenty of free space and warm air circulating. "Here's fine." He lead them in the direction of a booth situated out of the way of the entrance to avoid the potential draft and settled, kicking his feet up on the opposite bench. "It's hard to know how to assess threats here, really, so many different creatures and abilities. I guess I tend to just...let it ride unless it's some clear and present danger." A live and let live policy, more or less.
Shae was a walking draft, but at least her air adjusted to the warmth of the interior. "It's my wish that your luck continue." Added as she followed him towards the booth he'd singled out as a likely candidate. Fox was the first to jump onto the bench seat. Leaping over Ketch's boots to claim a stretch of cushioned pleather for himself. She slid in after him. Her milkshake was set down so that she might set up her familiar's meal. "I lean towards reactionary, but I keep a long memory. Unless something presents, as you say, clear and present danger, it will be filed away. Like Xanth and his team. Do I believe they mean any of us harm? Not in the immediate. I won't forget who and what they seem to be, though." Small shrug. "My concern was tied to the matter I was discussing with you before. If my opponent is what I believe him to be, he'd be an ideal candidate for recruitment by a foothold venture from my world."
He adjusted his posture slightly as Fox made himself comfortable and Shae settled in, fingers loose around the rim of his cup, though he didn't test the shake yet, only plucked at the straw a couple of times as he mulled her words. "Then that?s more problematic, yeah. Sounds like it'd require a lot of calculation to pull off, though; doesn't seem like something someone would bother with unless you were a very valuable acquisition and very sorely missed in your homeland." Sorely missed was a euphemism, but he figured she'd catch his drift. "Feeling like you're constantly at risk for being discovered is no way to live either, though."
"I think you may have misunderstood my concerns." Shae spoke after a moment's study of his face. "I don't anticipate being dragged back where I came from. That's not a fear of mine. I chose not to return to my world for another reason. There are things and people from my world that need to stay there. That's the crux of it. This place would be a rich hunting ground for them. A new source of power to fuel despair both where I came from and here. I do not want them to know this place exists. This point in space that can access so many others. So many souls." Fox placed two paws on the table and lowered his muzzle to partake in the serving of meaty stew Shae had arranged for him.
"So I did," he agreed, and lapsed into silence again to let the weight of her words turn over and settle in his mind. His experience was limited to two realms, and he couldn't imagine the former to ever be a real threat to the latter, so it was somewhat difficult for him to put himself in her position. "This place is not without its own defenses, though, you know. Being such a nexus alone is a strength," he said at last. And then he got mildly distracted by Fox's method of eating which (aside from the fact that his muzzle was in the bowl), was just a little too human for him to overlook. He stared for a few seconds and then looked away.
"That's alright, really. I've a weakness when it comes to properly articulating the things that keep me up at night." Her smile was of the disarming variety, self deprecating as she took the first sip of her chocolate shake. She'd not requested a specific flavor, but Nancy had remembered. It was a comfort. "The sheer variety of people collected here adds weight to your point. Technologies and magics I'd never seen before, let alone considered. But I still see vulnerabilities. Points of weakness. Take these fires, for example. A rash of arson that lingers." Her nose wrinkled once. Then, two beats later, she had a question of her own. "Does he disturb you?"
"I do, too," a faint smile, slightly crooked. It wasn't so much a weakness for articulating, however, as it was just an outright act of avoidance. When Shae made a move on her shake, that seemed to prompt him towards his own, straw fidgeting given up as he leaned forward for a sip. Milkshakes and heavy conversation. The juxtaposition amused him. "You know, honestly I'm sometimes surprised chaos is not more prevalent. Crime's fairly frequent, but outright chaos, rioting, arson, anarchy, things like that seem less common until recently. As if the general undercurrent of lawlessness here is some paradoxical boundary." Though if he thought a little harder on it, maybe it wasn't so paradoxical after all. Another glance over at Fox when she caught onto his staring and he shook his head. "Not at all. Just caught me off guard. The paws on the table. Very humanesque."