"Keep people in line." Joey put a hand on her chin, stroking it a moment while thinking. "Bribes?" Looking to him with a raised eyebrow, she took another puff and then stubbed out the butt. Blowing the smoke out away from them, she looked back to him. "It's the only thing that comes to mind. Bribes and empty promises."
"Very good guess." He would nod to that slowly. Honesty thick in his words, in that officer's tone that could raise people from the dirt even in a metal rain. To be complimented by a beast was worth ten thousand weaker voices, even in this land. "However, there is something even easier." Hand was tilting the bottle to the glass, filling it up once again. As the other reached out without much thought. Picking up a piece of string from the random clutter of the bar, and offering it over to her. To let it fall into her palm. "Learn to control, with that..." A nod down to the string in her grasp. "And all else is meaningless. To over power with a word. To put a person to their knee, with a look. To break will, with a breath." A sad shake of his head, even an arrogant snort of a beast's pride. "Understand that. And you soon began to understand what you are willing to die for. Willing to live for." He would reward her intelligence with some of his actual self. That calm deep tone rolling out like some monk, high in the mountains. But the best monks were always the old soldiers, it's how it worked out.
"Dill." She looked between the string and him and leaned in to whisper, her voice was suddenly rather mousey and she looked rather embarrassed. " I don't have a clue what you are talking about." Joey leaned back away from him, sucking in her bottom lip while wrinkling her nose. "Is that all like code for 'Be a hard ass'" Like in high school where you just act like you're awesome and then everyone else catches on and thinks your awesome?"
There was another long laugh there. He gets that a lot, actually. But someone heard it, didn't they. No, no, probably not. "You already know it, understand it. All of the people here do. If you understand it before you finally pass, or not....that is all of our choice." A shrug of broad shoulders. Really, in his mind it was neither here nor there. He was the shield, he was not the orator. A lean on his elbow, lounging out there expertly. "I have faith that you all will find it, eventually. And I think that's all, I need." A roll of the tumbler, lightly. "Like I said darlin', I'm a negotiator. It's what I do." What he negotiates however, is entirely up to question and conspiracy. Another tilt of his drink, even as he lounged there. Don't worry, eventually he'll remember what he had at home. And then, he would slip out as quietly as he arrived. And the bar could breath a sigh of relief. And he meant the actual bar, he was leaning on at the moment of course.
Wings and tail dragging, Icer absently reached up to itch the silver around her throat again, slipping past Dill and company.
"I think you confuse the baddies stupid and when they are busy going 'Huh?""' you whack them. Mmhmm. I like my explanation best." She smiled to him, still a little more than confused, but hey it was conversation and Dillon was nice. "So what do you like to do for fun" Do you allow yourself time for fun and I mean other than hanging around here."
There was such a thing as battle field philosophy. Stay long enough with your heart beating a hundred miles per hour, and your mind breaking down every pin point of information around for your own survival....and you began to understand things a bit differently. His people actually built a religion, around such. But that was a different story, for a different time. "I like my work." That almost seemed like a defense, but he grinned it off. He really did, but he couldn't say he did kind of thing. Another refill of his glass, tilting the gentleman jack to it. "I actually do not have for much free time, considering. I like to drink, smoke; cigs and green. Play video games. As for other interests, I really got too many to mention. I find if I let my brain slow down, it takes a while to speed up again. So I try to keep it going pretty decently along." A nod there, happy to explain another bit of himself honestly. "My turn. So, what do you think of this magic, no magic thing?" Of course, his turn to ask a question. But remember, he was more #$%^&* then man, usually.
Hearthwards now Icer went, staring into the flames as they danced, head resting upon her forelegs.
It was with a delibrate, motivated stride that Xenia neared the inn from behind. Gloved fingers pushed open the back door, allowing enough expanse of space for her petite figure to slide past. Tonight brought out an ornate, topaz gown of silk. Another dinner party at someone else's expense. Black lace licked at the sides of her neck and kissed her fingertips. Russet and coffee curls were bound up in a bun, decorative obsidian dangling from her ears and around her neck. Fit to be a queen, or so she had been flattered with. Honey gaze stoked the room from left to right...and lastly, fell upon the only beast of a man who could make the corners of lush lips curve into such a soft, glowing smile. She lingered for a moment, waiting for onyx to meet with topaz before she would approach. Gloved digits absently fooled with the fabric, soothing out wrinkles that were not there.
"You do really seem to enjoy it, that's awesome, most people hate what they do." Joey's hand went to adjust the scarf around her neck again, making sure it was still covering the good awful marks beneath. "I understand what you mean though, I like to stay busy as well, especially keep my mind busy. As for this magic thing, I guess, I'm for the magicians. Humans really are the minority here, so who are we to push others out' I'm all for mixing things up and variety. "
"Do what you love for work, and it is never work darlin'." Another slow nod, as he had presence to do when he agreed with someone. Attention was thickly on the woman across the bar, but not that things could slip by him. A grin cut over to Xenia, when she came in from the back. Motioning her with a curl of his fingers. But it was all in the look that made him different from a tyrant, or a master. Why lead from the back, whip, string, or whatever weapon you had....When you could lead from the front with honor and decency, and push people to fight what they love. With a growl. It was always a growl. But only warmth there, for the Russian. Breaking any winter they might have, and flicking his chin to an open stool across from him. But dark eyes did flick back to his conversational partner. "Mmmm, that's interesting. Even when normal, non-magical beings such as ourselves, are the actual majority, here." Offering that out to her, lightly. "So, you feel comfortable then, here?" Perhaps a bit of a sociological experiment here. But this was a good thing. Dillon would only ask such of someone he considered actually decent, in mind and soul.
Joey smiled to the lady Dillon was inviting over and then nodded to him. " Of course I feel comfortable, this is my home. I wouldn't like it here if it wasn't so diverse. The magicians have much to offer Rhydin, they have knowledge and practices that can save lives, enrich lives, entertain. I wouldn't want that to go away. Every race has a purpose here in Rhydin, just like the flea and the ant. It's like and eco system. The magicians help keep things balanced."
She didn't normally 'take orders',if you will, but tonight she was malleable. A low bow of her head in acquiescence to the beckoning finger before footsteps fell quietly in the direction of the bar. Her own maw coiled into a polite smile for Dillon's conversation partner. Her gaze was low, but kept averting to glance up at the bear of a man. It didn't take long before she came upon the bar. One glance down the empty expanse of battered wood, before she tucked the silk and skirts beneath her. Perching herself on the indicated stool across from Dillon, she folded her hand in her lap pertly. Heels hooked onto uneven rungs of the stool for support. Honey pools flicked back upward, intrigued by Joey's response to Dillon's question. Chestnut brow quirked meaningfully, but she remained silent.
Was it really an order when both parties wanted it' Body easing away from the lean a step or two, drawing elbow off gouged wood. Giving a grin full on to Xenia as she stepped up, hand coming out to pluck up the poor woman's hand, so he could put lips to the knuckles in a teasing sort of hello. Grin never fading of course, but letting hand go after a squeeze of his own gloved fingers Looking back to Joey, just as she spoke. Nodding along, showing his understanding. Rumbling lowly. "Interesting. So you consider magic to be an integral part of society here. But surely, you can not consider it fully that....I mean, you smell Terran doll. You kind of know how well, not having magic works out." He would just offer her a side point, to get more information from her. Dillon was quite curious, it seemed. Listening intently, even if he did grin over to Xenia. "We're discussing magic." Just to be a pain, to her.
Maybe she could.., pushing herself to all fours, the dragon slid quietly toward the group, serpentine neck held low in a non threatening way.
No, but she was sure he had a thing for ordering people around anyway. Her hands never even made it to her lap, one stolen to betroth a kiss upon it. Porcelain flushed a rose color at the intimate act, both surprised and pleased....But he often left her feeling that way. Now she folded her hands into her lap, absently rubbing the knuckles blessed with his kiss. She looked at him a moment longer before turning her head to look at Joey as well. The corners of her mouth twitched dangerously as she caught his look out of her peripheral. "I presumed as much. Seems to be hot topic around here."
Icer was holding herself back though, gaze lowering to study her talons at the talk of magic.
"Yes and I have to say I like this world a lot better than the one I grew up in. Sure there is violence here, but there is also more love, more knowledge, I don't know if I am explaining this right. But, yes, I think I do believe that magic is integral to society here. Besides, I haven't seen too much hate or violence from the magicians themselves. There are those, like necromancers who leave cause for concern, but then again good always needs evil to balance it out. The bad gives us something to be thankful for when things go right, it keeps us peons in check and helps us remember the bigger picture."
A bounce of eyebrows to Xenia, when she cut her comment his way. But eyes rested back on Joey as he spoke. The same, slow nod there of understanding. "So you believe it is also, good to remind people how small they truly are." Another couple of nods. "So, you can not understand that it might come around that people do not wish, to have power in the hands of few?" Offering this to her. "But then again, I think you are saying something like....That magicians are not unlike say, a police force....or a military. Is this correct?" He was asking another question. Sate the poor man's curiosity. But then dark eyes flicked over to the Draco that rested nearby, quietly there. Dillon being a child of the city, fully understood the dragon. And being how he was, as long as the being wasn't breathing fire/ice/lightning/acid/death magic on him. All was aces. "Miss Icer, what do you think of this" Is magical, integral in this city?" And the negotiator, would just ask her with the easy, though deep tone, of a curious man.
Ice blue eyes blinked, and she lifted her head to the one speaking. "This land is born of magic, as are we.." Another glance to her talons.
"It's good to be reminded that I'm a human. Just as it's good for others to be reminded of what they all are, to learn to appreciate what we do have. As for the power in the hands of a few, well, it depends on what kind of power you speak of. The Knights, The Warriors, The Vampires, The Ninjas, The Mothers who balance their herds of children, hey all have power on some level. The magicians are just a small pocket of power in this world, there is so much more beyond what we could ever imagine. Beyond what we could control. Why would we want to limit our interactions" Our learning" I think there is much more to gain from the magicians than there is to loose." Joey shrugged, blowing out a long breath.
"I agree vith her analysis." Nodding her head in agreement with Joey. It was somewhat along the lines of what she wanted to get at last night. Then turning her gaze back to Dillon, she again quirks a brow. He always made a good point for the opposition. Sighs and squints at him, scrutinizing him briefly. "I do not think of magic users as a force...even they are divided and scattered," she comments, looking back to Joey again. More nodding ensued; she liked they way this girl thought. Then topaz flickered to the dragon. She knew of Icer through Maranya, and she bowed her head politely, curious as to what her take was on the situation considering she was on the other side.
A nod given to Xenia, then a twitch of an ear a moment. "We are peaceful usually, unless kin are harmed or captured."
"So two intelligent women believe it is an integral part. Just, like say technology....understood by some, and harnessed more for the greater good then evil. And a dragon, who believes it is needed....But being a dragon, is a bit biased." Though he grinned over to Icer, while saying this. Showing his playfulness, at least in the general way. Leaning back off the bar as he refills his tumbler once again. "Then I believe the question might be....What is the difference between you all, and those that are against it." A pause, then a look over towards Icer. "Usually. I have seen the Red flights before Miss Icer. The Black flights. They are not usually, so peaceful." Don't mistake his words for disrespect, it was just intelligence and respect there. He was as curious to her opinions, as anyone else's.
A hail of blue glitter shimmered and there was Ren sitting besides her sister in a lean. She was nomming happily on a piece of chicken, a plate of wings right next to her. Her eyes were on those wings while she murmured to Icer," How much trouble did you cause today?" It was Icer's usual, so she just pressed the question.
Coated with glitter now, well at least it matched her scales. hello...sister..
"People are afraid of what they do not understand. I guess that is the best conclusion I can draw. It's easier to kill than to ask questions. Easier to be prejudice than to try to understand. Some are just a product of their environment, some suffer from arrogance and think they are better than others, they hate the idea that there is something so beyond them, so beyond anything they can understand that they'd rather end it than admit that they are not the only heroes Rhydin needs. Fear. Fear of the unknown." She shook her head. " And of course technology is important, no matter what form it comes in. Even things like guns. Guns don't kill people, people kill people. "
"Nae all are vengeful, I've kin of many colors and most keep to themselves," Icer commented, grinning then to Ren.
"Hello Icer." She said as she tapped her foot. She looked up as she was grined at and she mumbled," I'm not changing. You can't make me." Like her sister, Ren had forgotten how to change into her other form with her restoration.
Nodding then at hearing Joey, Icer murmured, "We know this well."
Wrinkles her nose at the blue glitter hail, before looking back to Dillon. "Magic can be abused, just like technology, it can be vasted, just like knowledge," quietly spoken. Then turning her attention back to Joey, another grin threatens, twitching at the corners of her maw. "Vell spoken.." Appreciative look for the Italian-American woman. She was beginning to feel inarticulate this eve.
A side glance to Ren, chuckling. "Did I say I was gonna make you change?"
She nodded to Xenia, agreeing with her ideas on abuse of magic and technology. "Mmm Hmm. Mmm Hmm." She nodded her head in thanks to the compliment.
"You were giving me that look." She squinted at the dragoness besides her while her tripoint ears twitched. She pushed dark hair from her face and plucked up another wing.
"What look" Oh yes, this is my sister, Ren." Nodding.
"But technology, can be learned by all. Base intelligence is needed of course, but it is still able to be achieved. The same hand that draws a gun, could draw it to shoot down someone who needs, shooting down." He would offer this back out, tossing back his drink. Rumbling lightly in pleasure, as he eyed the glass for a moment. "What I do not understand....is why no one is saying, us, when speaking about those against it. Separating yourselves, by opinions is the first step to violence. The only thing war needs to come about, is lack of communication." Still eyeing his glass. "No one is defending both groups, from themselves like proper law, or decent souls should do. More interested in striking back....Like usual." A blink. Then he was back, grinning lightly over to Ren with a nod. "Sup darlin'?"
She nodded to the three others within the Inn then looked back to her sister," The look that says I haven't caused enough trouble yet today and need to cause some more. And that you've picked me to be your innocent victim."
"Innocent my foot..," grinning a bit more perhaps.
She nodded to Dill T Jones with a smirk on her lips," Enjoying the constant mood swings and hunger that comes with pregnancy." She shrugs," All around good." Nods to him lightly before she smirks again," What about you stud?" Her husband would smack her for becoming the flirt even though he was the player. Well in a way.
She nods to Ren politely in turn. "Vell met. I am Xenia." Soft curling of her lips in greeting for the other dragoness. Then turning back to Dillon, she comments, "Not all magic is inherent. Some can be learned through facilitated means and/or years of study." Just to make a point. "I think vhat you are getting into goes back to vhat she vas saying, about people being afraid of vhat not understanding," nodding her head to Joey to indicate that she was the 'she' that she was talking about.
"I am being whatever it is, that does not piss off a pregnant woman?" He would offer that back to her, immediately. With a playful wince. Hoping it would work, of course.
"Who is to say magic could not be learned" Not all witches and warlocks are born with the ability to cast spells, there are books, dark forces, light forces, elements which corrupt or influence magic. All of those things, I think are available to any person who is willing and wanting to learn. Perhaps some are born as they are, others choose to be what they are." Joey nodded to Xenia, her statements agreeing with the ones she was making.
"No stress suga. No worries no stress." Going with the flow before she looked at her sister," I'm more innocent than you." Blunt, but right and Icer knew it.
"Are not.."
"Anyway, I think this whole prop thing is just an attempt to scare the weak magicians off, or to piss them off enough so that they WILL attack, and therefore a war can be born and it can be justified that it was done in the name of something righteous. People are selfish but also cowardly when it comes to fighting for what they truly believe in."
"We of course didn't have much of a choice, magic courses through our very blood since hatching."
Tilts her head at Joey. "That is almost exactly vhat Dillon said last night." Such an absurd ideal....and apparently it was on the back burner of everyone's minds.
"I'm not going to argue with you on this subject." She mumbled to her sister before she nodded in agreement," It's not something we can simply not doing. It's a habit....I mean, honestly....I would have used the door if I wasn't so used to having the will to do whatever I could with magic."
At least he wasn't gonna piss off the pregnant woman. Sorry, Dillon might be at his heart an absolute horror of a man. But he was not foolish. A grin, before he looked from Ren and Icer back to the two women. "I do." Over to Joey simply. "My people are magically null, for racial reasons. I can not learn magic, even use wands or such. I can not be healed, by holy energy. So I have no absolute chance to do such." Simply giving an example there, even as he motioned over to Ren and Icer. "Though I am quite sensible when it comes to such. As in they can not do some things, that I am able to do. But not everyone understands this." A motion of his hand, nodding over to Xenia once as she spoke up. Yeah, he always did kind of believe it. "Though a bit different, doll face." A grin her way, curling his lips. "I think the true question might be, should technology come in and save the day, again?" Just being a smart ass. Of course he would be arrogant, where he stood. He was, a man. Supposed to be arrogant. But it didn't mean he couldn't see all their positions, clear as a bell.
Just wait, her sister would get those blue sparkles back before the night was through.
She could have always coated her sister in glue and put lime green sparkles all over her. After all she was that cruel at times.
"Well, no offense, but I don't understand where that explanation would be logical. It would be like me saying that I want you dead because you are a foot taller than me, stronger than I'll ever be and an obvious mental and physical training that I could never attain. Someone should not be killed because of what they are, even if they chose to become it. If someone is evil, then yes, they should face the same laws as everyone else, but a generalized sterilization of magicians is completely illogical." Joey shrugged. "I don't think any saving is needing to be done at this point, what would technology prove" People need to smoke a little green stuff and chill the hell out. You know" Lets bring the peace and love era back to Rhydin." She held up a peace sign and blew a kiss.
"It might, someday," thoughtful purse of her lips. Then Xenia squints at him again. "Are you magically null because of your 'capability'?" Referring to what she witnessed outside the inn that one day.
"There are some things I am nae able to do well, writing for example, I have to use my tail, and the last time I did," Icer grumbles, "I was sent to prison, for something I didn't do."
She was back to eating her wings. A few bits of chicken devoured before she murmured to Icer's comment," And now there's a woman in jail paying for an honorable crime."
Then her head whips back to Joey. That was definitely along the lines of her argument last night when she and Dillon were debating. "See" She thinks like I do." Well, except for the peace and love...and green stuff.
"She tried breaking me out, I heard." Icer comments to Ren.
Joey smiled to Xenia, she wasn't really a pothead herself, but it seemed as good an idea as any.
"Yep, she did. And now she's being charged with assault." Shakes her head while she leans back. Still nomming off the plate of her never ending chicken wings. She pops open two bags, cotton candy, and pop corn. Both of which Icer should recognize.
"Yes, that is what a lot of people think." Over to Xenia, easily with a nod. Explaining to her, as she asked. As comfortable as ever, even when explaining such things. He nodded to both women, with a purse of lips. "I understand. But unfortunately ladies, nothing ever happens from just hope. Action is always required, to negate action. If the world was moved by hope, I would be thankfully out of a job and could spend the rest of my hopefully, long ass life sitting my ass on a couch and playing video games. It would be an awesome, life." A slow nod there, about as much honesty as you could get from him. Would be pretty #$%^&* cool. "But sadly, it does not." A rumble of an amused sound, filling up his glass before asking. "You ladies, want anything to drink?" Easily and politely asked, even out to Ren and Icer. Though dark eyes flicked back to Xenia. "Maybe? Someday?" A snort there. "Doesn't sound like hardened Russian thinking, there. I tell you what....I have a challenge for you. Give me one single thing, that could help both groups out. One single word, that would be both an action and a perfect ideal. Like Justice, or decency, or honor." A nod over to her. "Do that, and I will show you what happens when one takes hope, and places it in an appropriate action." Another nod there. And the man's word was law, it seemed.
She did recognize those bags, but Ren, plus sugar could be bad. "Nae, I still have water," wriggling her snout and that glitter was returned to her sister.
"I'll take a bottle of Vodka." She said rather calmly. She leaned back in her spot, her tripoints twitched and she started to nom happily at the chicken once more.
"And a lot of unnecessary death and pain comes from jumping the gun. No move should be made until either side begins to take action, then the other forces can swoop in to settle the score. If action is taken prematurely, especially from an outsider, I think that will open up a lot more cans of worms. You'll just have one more side involved and then what two against one and vice versa" All sides are only concerned with saving their own arses and game face in the end. This is why women are not usually in the seats of a warrior chief, president or leader. We think with emotion and logic. Men don't like that. Men like to think with fists and rocks, if you know what I mean." Joey shrugged, hoping it didn't offend him. "I've got my own sort of war logic, I wasn't exactly raised with a white picket fence. " She swiped that bottle he had and took a drink right from it. "And besides, this isn't something that can be solved with one word Dillon, we all know that."
Snorts at the mention of video games, muttering incomprehensibly. Ticks a brow upward at his challenge, topaz studying him severely. "Fly me to moon and ve can discuss this." Saccharine-sweet smile. "Vodka on rocks, poshalysta." Then, reconsidering his challenge. "Nobility." Not a solution or an answer, but a start. It would be noble if both sides could just agree to live with each other. Glancing back to Joey. That sounded rather foreign to her, thinking with emotion. Logic, sure. Shrug of lithe shoulders amicably. "Again, moya misha, she makes fair point."
"We were doing a fairly good job till the proposition came out, many know of my kin and I, and she'll have a water," Sweet smirk to sissy.
"But, if I have to throw a word out there" Faith. Faith is the assured expectation of things hoped for, the evident demonstration of realities though not beheld." Spoken softly, quoting one of her favorite biblical passages. "The world is nothing without faith. Faith is everything."
"Did you hear who they have as the prosecution for May's trial?" Looking to Icer as she pursed her lips.
You know, here he would -normally- ask the pregnant woman there, why she needed a bottle of vodka. That's just who he was. And really, even with how she smelled to him he did give Ren a look. "You....are not serious, right' I mean, I don't know about things..." Giving this was Rhy'Din, #$%^&* could be different then what he was used to. He did rack off a tumbler, and scooped up ice. Xenia got Stoli filling her glass. Looking over to Joey. "You will be amazed at how many things start and stop on a single word. Like war. Or peace. Or love. Or genocide. Murder. Defense....The list goes on." Just to offer his opinion there. Putting the Stoli back in the rack. "Nobility and Faith. Both good words, but is not faith the problem here" The lack there of in fellow citizens" And the too much, to those people might consider their own?" So in his mind, faith could be bent. "Nobility....That is a bit stronger, isn't it. That has enough force to be potent, with enough caution to be careful." A slow nod. "But is nobility another form of arrogance" Or is it something so decent, it is above such?" Asking both. Even as he picked up a bottle of vodka from the rack, and put it to the bartop. With a grin over to Ren. "Protection, of all things." As if this explained why he would even ask, but he was grinning it away and picking up his drink. Was easy to miss what Dill actually said, usually.
"Nae I didn't, but I suppose I should go when it comes up, she's in jail because of me after all." Icer responded.
Oh yeah, that was right. Dill was humaniod yes" Ren looked up at him with her sparking twilight eyes and smiled to him, "I'm an Alien mate. No worries on the liquor..." She smiled to him," It's like water to me. Ask her." Then motioning to Icer before speaking to her sister softly," Vinny....He's been in favor of the proposition too."
Icer stared, blinking. "Uncle Vin?"
Shaking her head, her tail wrapped around the vodka bottle, lifting it out of Ren's reach.
Faith. Who had faith' "Spasibo," she thanks Dillon, coy smile playing across porcelain features. Reserved especially for him. Fingers uncurled from her lap, coiling around the glass and bringing it up to her bosom thoughtfully. "Depends on outlook, I suppose," words coming slowly, thoughtfully, haphazardly. Chestnut brows furrowed together as she drew a pensive sip from her glass.
"Exactly my point Dillon. Faith COULD fix this if people would try having a little and not just selfishly in themselves, but in others. Faith leads to hope, which leads to understanding, love, righteousness, the list goes on and on as to what can sprout from just a grain of faith. Haven't you heard, 'Faith the size of a mustard seed can move mountains.' I don't think those are just silly words meant to give empty hope. Faith is something stronger and bigger than any of us, and again, many do not take pleasure in or agree with what they do not understand. Therefore, a lack of faith." She shrugged, it all seemed so easy in her mind, but Joey didn't know if she was conveying it as such. " I'm not War leader, or whatever they are called, but this all just seems quite silly to me, really."
"Nobility is a form of stupidity. It is just a class to place other's on a special feeling rank before others." Ren shook her head and rolled her eyes for a moment while she grinned. The retired Queen was sitting there quite pleased with her self before she frowned, "Uncle Vin." She nodded before glancing back to Dill," I could tell you stories about why your overreaction is reasonable....But next time you'll know which one to over react about."
"We are simply trying to survive, recently my mate was injured just trying to hunt food for the hatchlings," Icer comments, keeping that bottle out of Ren's reach.
"The defense of life, is never an overreaction." Immediately spoken back over to Ren, though it was done with the utmost respect. This was just something he held a bit strongly, in his mind. But he would give the woman a warm grin, and a nod. "I will remember, though." A chuckle, before he looked back to the two woman. Listening to both carefully. "But I have seen, and read about when two faiths collide. From that, came the Crusades. But from two forms of nobility came Saladin and King Richard, two men that at least....paused such." A slow nod. "I guess that is a question, which is most perfect over all. Which is a higher sort of ideals." A pause, then he dug into a pocket of his coat. Tapping over on the glowing screen of technology. Carefully typing out the one word, then after a moments pause, he offered it over to Xenia. "You deserve to hit the button." Whatever, this meant.
"You run blind vith faith," softly. Murmuring into her glass of vodka thoughtfully.
"I am not speaking of faith in a strictly spiritual sense. Besides everyone knows when it comes to the Crusades faith was really just a cover over for the word greed. I mean faith in each other, pure, untainted faith. The kind that little kids have that Santa will come. Just because Santa isn't real, doesn't mean that their faith is blind. There is the faith, the hope, and thus a result." She blew out a breath. "I'm rambling. I'm sorry."
"Intelligent conversation and opinions, is never rambling." Just like moments before, an immediate thought. This was something he believed as truth, and thus just fell from his lips.
Stares at him from over the rim of her glass. "Excuse me?"
Ren looked to where her sister had been and arched up a brow. She looked back to Dill as she spoke out lightly. She managed to murmur out," Don't ever let my kind drink the water, any water." She nodded and motioned to her ears and eyes," I doubt you'll run into anyone with these traits." She smiled," But for now I must be off. My husband should be off duty soon."
Still, the hand offered out the thin cell phone over to Xenia. Where, yeah, a big red button rested on the screen. A cheating man, he broke his technology and a thought to give her just this. Much, much more would happen because of such a press. But it would, get the ball running, so to speak. "I said, if you figured out the one word that would help all, I would show you what happens when hope, and appropriate action meet. It is only fair, that since you came up with the word that would do only good....You shall be the one to begin such good, in town." But that grin was still there. Was he serious, or just messing with her. A single word to bring good. But still, the phone was held out. Eyes looking back over to Ren, grinning. "But you are, already pregnant. The water wouldn't hurt you, too much more." Just a smart ass, again. "Goodbye darlin'. Nice to meet you."
"I don't get asked to express my opinions or thoughts very often, so thank you, even though I'm not so sure I know how to exactly convey what I'm thinking at times." Joey was used to being treated like meat or a mindless doll, thus her gratefulness towards Dillon, very rarely did she ever get to show that she had a brain and some good thoughts to go with it.
"Actually it would. Water is our liquor, not vodka. It's the opposite for my race." She nods to him before she winked to him," Good night sir, been nice meeting you as well." Alorians could drink as much liquor you place before them as if it was water. Give them a glass of water and watch it hold the same effect as moonshine has on humans.
"I do not know if I should trust you," dubiously spoken as she scrutinized Dillon. Nods to the departing Ren. "Dobroy vecher, Ren. Vell met."
"You would deny turning a good thought, into action?" Easily asked over to her. Still waggling the phone. "Alright..." And he sloooowly began to pull it away. Looking over to Joey, giving a grin. "Not a problem darlin'. It is only fitting....I believe everyone's intelligence offers something to learn."
She winked again at Dill before she vanished in a hail of blue glitter.
"Oi! Not so fast!" Quickly lowering one hand from the glass and pressing the button. Then she waited for the building to get blown up, ducking down under the bar in a fluid motion.
Joey nodded to him and now that the Inn was mostly clear at least of those she felt would judge her, she removed the silk scarf from around her neck, tired of it pressing on the multiple puncture wounds looking like a gory necklace. Wading up the scarf, she stuck it into her bag and the slipped away for a moment to grab a bottle of peach nectar from Des' cooler.
And...nothing happened. No explosions. No weird beams of light. No eldritch monsters popping up. Not even a puff of smoke. Very anti-climatic. And despite all that, he would level a simple look at her. A proud one, from the look of the grin's curl. "To this end, I give my best to you darlin'. I promise you this." A slow nod there. She did give him a good word, the least he could do.
And so far away, but not far enough. Something flickered to life. A billion decisions after the moment that lead up to action. And a thought, truly came to action as almost seven pounds of metal suddenly dropped to the ground. But rose fluidity. Operation Nobility, had begun.
Peeks over the edge of the bar, scowling and narrowing her eyes at Dillon. Then slowly rises, soft upward curling of the corners of her mouth. "Ve vill see then, von't ve?" Blows Dillon a kiss before resuming her prior perch, laced fingertips pursuing her glass of iced vodka for a sip.
Coming back to stand at the bar, she opened her bottle and took a long drink, finally letting out a wince at the nagging pain in her neck, though not being overly dramatic with it. "What are you up to Dillon?" Her eyebrow flickered upward.
"We shall see. I am quite curious as to what happens." A firm nod there. He definitely was. Perhaps, in his deep hope, he might give something eternal there. Something beyond all of them. A constant engine of decency. "Time will tell." To both his though, and to Xenia. Raising his glass to her blown kiss, with a grin. Looking back over to Joey, eyebrow raising. "Hmmm' Oh, just seeing if nobility is enough to do more good, then harm. I think she might be right....I couldn't figure out the word. But really, shouldn't be looking for perfection in describing what people need. I should oflooked for something that brought more good, then ill."
"Agh." She pursed her lips, trying to see what else was laying beneath the surface of Dillon. Taking another drink, she licked her lips, still a little perplexed.
Brow ticks upward from behind her glass. "Mm. You are too vague sometimes."
"Mmmm, I apologize. Really if I explained all, it would be more hurt for both of you sometimes. You have to understand, most every one of my actions always is in helping of others." A shrug of broad shoulders there. "And I've been hit in the head a lot, so I probably make no sense anyhow." A grin to both ladies.
"Dropped on head as child?" offering with a raise of her brows and a devious coil of her maw.
Joey nodded in agreement with Xenia and then put the cap back on her juice. "Well guys, I think I need to get home, get some rest before tomorrow, I have a feeling I'm in way deeper with something than I thought and I'll need my rest to deal with it." She placed a hand on her neck, indicating what she spoke of. "Oi! Sometimes I am not so smart." She shook her head and put her purse strap on her shoulder.
Soft chuckle for Joey as she turned to look at her. "Dobroy vecher, sleep vell." Soft curl of lips. "Nice talking vith you. Vedy deep." Nod of her head.
He laughed lightly, as he offered Joey a wave. "Thanks Joey, and night doll. Rest well." A chuckle. Very deep. He thought this way normally for every breath he took. A snort there, somewhat arrogant. "You have no idea how much..." Over to Xenia, with a deep curl of his lips there.
Joey Damarco: "Good night you both, and thank you. Indeed, very deep." Laughing, she headed for the door.
Watches Joey move for the door before turning back to Dillon with a raised brow. "Mm, interesnaya."
"Is it?" he asked her simply, with a rumble of a chuckle. "I do this every day of my life. Turn single words into actions, watch as they do more good then ill, hopefully." A slow nod there, tilting his glass to his lips again. "It is a good life."
"Only every day?" Playful twist of lips, musing. "Here ve are, alone again. Does that constitute?"
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"Anything less is not worth of my skill." A sharply arrogant grin over to her, leaning on the bar with both elbows. Coming down to look her somewhat eye to eye. Growl rolling out right at her. "Mmm, yes, here we are. Alone again. And what is a good life, if not having a good looking, intelligent, lovely souled woman to be alone, with?"
"I believe that." Softly in turn, honey gazing into dark pools. Purrs in response. "Mm, only need alcohol." Perky smile for him. "Tell me. Vhat do you believe in?"
Another slow chuckle her way as glass came down to the bartop. Rumbling at the purr, and even easing forward even more, to put his lips to her own. Slowly, but for a lingering time. Feel that rumble now, eh' Once he got a taste of her, he seemed a bit more content. Something he wanted to do, for a while it seemed. "Mmmm. Myself. Everyone else, too really." A nod, as he leaned back. "No gods. I am an atheist." Yeah, an atheist in a town filled with Gods.
She adored his rumble, purring softly into the soft press of his lips. Even sucking his lower lip between her own; a gentle suckle, just a taste, before she released it. Perhaps she was too distracting for him. One day she may derail him. Honey irises peeked beneath semi-lidded lashes. Lopsided smile for the beast. "I learn something new about you each passing day," musing offhand.
"As I do about you." A chuckle there, offering that to her as he ran teeth over his lower lip. A good taste, no doubt. She might be able to derail him, with such a thing. Another slow growl of pleasure, before he moved on. Or at least, the pleasure in his mind was under control well enough for him to think fully. "It is not that I do not like the idea of Gods and goddesses or what have you. I just believe having respect for them, is enough. I really treat them as a whole, just like any other life. But I will never, bend my knee to anything. Even a God."
"I vould not expect you to." She only prostrates on Easter. The glass of vodka was raised to her lips for a deep draw. Pensive look on her face before she polished off the glass, depositing on the bar. Honey flickered to obsidian pools, and she moved to rise to her feet. "Come," she beckoned with a syrupy voice and a crook of her finger. "Let us prowl."
And his time, to be called. Though is it an order, if both parties want it.....And across the bar he moved fluidly, just about the time she was out of that stool he was standing beside her. Hands in pockets, looking as casual as ever, for the burst of speed. Offering an elbow to her, casually dispite the quiet of the room. "Mmm, most definately darlin'. Let us."
Arm curled around his, fingertips trailing down his arm to meet and interlace with his own in the folds of his pocket. "I haff place I'd like to show you." Enigmatic raising of her brows as the head toward the door.
( Prelude to Nobility comes to Rhy'Din? _