Apr 02 11:38:00 105 PA

From Chronicles

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The garage area of Advanced Idea Mechanics is an extremely large single room, with a chemically treated (MDC) concrete floor. The walls, unlike those of the office are completely undecorated, giving the place a spartan, industrial feel. Which is fitting, considering the bustling of activity that is being undergone in this place. Most often, a suit of power armor or two is being worked on and occasionally a giant robot can be seen encased in scaffolding along one wall. At one time or another, just about any kind of job is visible being done. From weapon reloading, to repairs to outright radical modification. And it isn't just confined to robots and power armor, either. The occasionally light armored vehicle and even main battle tank are seen here on occasion. To help with the work itself the ceiling is fitted with huge cranes that move on mobile tracks, allowing them to lift into place things like weapons and giant robot limbs. For working on the latter as well, a massive support construct has been built into one wall complete with a crane of it's own, providing means to lift and secure for repair a robot that is missing both legs if required. Other equipment, from spot welders to laser torches to electronic toolkits can be found on benches and the like all through the area. As you watch, men in exoskeletons, sometimes assited by a vehicle or a crane carry things from two rooms visible down a short yet wide hallway, slipping under large blast doors. These doors close automatically behind whomever leaves, indicating perhaps that volatile materials are stored within.

Having finally found the time to take Caliopa up on her inital offer to repair his bike, Kesslan yet again drives up to the AIM garage uppon his NG-230 Prowler. THe low humm of the engine almost inaudible as he maneuvers it into place at one of the service bays. It's scatched, dented and battered surface the only indication of there being anything wrong with it. Infact relaly.. that is all thats wrong with it. The armored plating having long since seen better days and showing considerable signs of wear and tear. The bike is otherwise in almost perfect shape though it could perhaps use some new oil and other miscelaneous odds and ends. Coupled with having an electric engine it's almost the perfect scouting bike. Indeed.. it's one of the best on the earth market for such uses. Kesslan, riding atop it, in gear as worn as the bike, carefully lands it atop it's landing struts and swings off with practiced ease before he starts to look around for any sign of Caliopa.

Caliopa is a pair of legs sticking out from under her truck, one leg bent, both covered in combat trousers. An open tool chest lies next to her and the noises coming from beneath it don't sound like anything going well. Finally, a clatter, a curse and she squirms out. Immediately, cursing softly beneath her breath, she grabs a grubby oil-covered cloth and wraps it around her hand. "Damn damn damn damn..." She is muttering under her breath, as she gets to her feet. She lifts the cloth, winces and puts it back. At this point, her eyes land on the bike first, then Kesslan, and she smiles, wrapping the cloth properly around her hand. "Uh, hi Kesslan..."

Kesslan glances to Caliopa and then her hand, his ears perking up "Caliopa hurt?" he asks though there's not really much he can do to help, lacking at present even basic first aid knowledge. His translator as ever a soulless mechanical voice making sense of his far more gutteral language. "Bring sky bike in as promise Caliopa."

Caliopa pulls a face, laughing it off, "Nothing I haven't done before. I'll go see Kalvin later." She reaches for a clean handkerchief from the jacket nearby and puts it over the cut. "Shiny, what do you want doin' to it? The service, yeah? Some other bits, I think?"

Kesslan nods "Checkup.. need perhaps patch to armor if possible. Even Kesslan know it in bad shape." And while it could be in -worse- shape, it certainly is pretty battered on the whole. Litterally every inch of the bike's armor, even the armored coverings around the lights are damaged in some way, be it from battle damage, wear and tear or lord knows what. Nothing that's super hard to fix perhaps but certianly somethign that should be done at some oint before it gets worse.

Caliopa runs her gaze over it, pressing down on the handkerchief on her hand, her mind rather on the bike. "Reckon I'll do my best, see what I can repair for you, Kesslan." She hesitates, offering him her sunny smile, "Alls shiny with you? Settled in?"

Wiggling his ears Kesslan gives Cali a slight grin "Have been settle in for while. Have small trailer in Dregtown, hope to move to proper place at some point soon but it at least keep rain and snow off head. Keep out wind. This most important thing." he explains "Have perhaps chance for new better job soon than what working now."

Caliopa smiles at the grin, her eyes lighting, "A better job? What is it?" She bends, starting to fiddle with the bike, her eyes thoughtful as she touches it. "Turn... it on. The engine, I mean." Her gaze flickers up, her eyes laughing, the reminder of the previous thing now only amusing.

Heading over to the bike to turn it on as Caliopa instructs he pauses a moment to answer her question "Desmond friend of Kesslan have friend Aimee who wish to open bar of own, need money to help start. Say this perhaps not work out but think in place like this it will. Kesslan make money from few place, offer to help pay startup and would work int his place. Would not be in Dregtown so would be much better for Kesslan." he says, only then turning it on once the translator has finished speaking.

Caliopa listens, first to the bike, then to Kesslan, her eyes briefly absent as she looked up, before she blinks, her personality flowing into her eyes. "Sounds good, Kesslan... Ain't that Kelley's girlfriend? Been hearing rumours about her all week, folks sayin' stuff that ain't kind." She nods at him to turn it off, "Think I can get her tuned up so the engine runs nice, and the outside might need a bit longer."

Kesslan is over by one of the service bays speaking with Calipoa via his ever present translator. Between them is a very battered but still apparently serviceable NG-230 Prowler. The engine is one, though you'd almost never know it for it runs so quietly that it'sa sound easily missed. Really the main indication is that the bike hovers ever so slightly up off it's landing struts. A situation soon changed as Kesslan shuts the bike off once Caliopa is done checking.. what ever it is she was doing. "Is understood. Not have much need for as yet so Caliopa may take as much time as needed. Not in rush for fix but thought should get done before what ever is get worse. Especially armor."

Caliopa nods her agreement, smiling up at Kesslan, the smile shiny and bright. "Glad you are gettin' yourself settled. Desmond is a nice bloke, business with him might be good for you. Seems we're all settlin' into gettin' our businesses sorted out." She is pressing a white handkerchief over her hand, a small but growing patch of red on it. "Dunno what Kelley's Aimee is like, rumours are just that..."

Dr. Kelley perks up a bit as he walks into AIM, hearing bits and pieces about rumors. Still, you can't exactly go around asking people what the rumor is about you, so he simply lets his hood slip back over his head and onto his shoulders and walks in, aiming for Caliopa and Kesslan, giving his Jeep-mo-bile a quick glance, wondering if it would look better with more armor and a rail gun.. and hovering. Yeah, that would look cool. As he approaches, he simply says, "Hello Kesslan, Cali. How are you two today?"

Wiggling his ears again Kesslan simply says "Seem like Aimee is ok to Kesslan. Not know what rumor are but not care. Allways find best to judge for self." he looks with some concern at Caliopa's hand "Think also Caliopa should deal with this injury even if only minor before going further. Not wish to see such get infected. Would offer help but is not knowing of proper method."

"Really, Cali? What did you get from the alien?" Turning to Kesslan, he says, "Good day, Kesslan. I hope it finds you well." Then, after a pause, "What rumors? And.." to Caliopa, "Did you get a letter from Ordo?"

Caliopa sits herself on Kesslan's bike, stroking it lightly with one hand. "Yeah, the robots, they are new. Just some factory. The hoverbike..." Her expressive face loses its smile, her eyes getting bright with tears, "Seems the owner ran it through some starship, being so afraid, panickin'. A real struggle to keep it goin'." She doesn't reply to the rumours comment but uses the back of her hand to swipe at her face, releasing the makeshift bandaid for a moment. "I got Ordo's note, don't make a piece of sense to me. Ain't like he interfered with Atti and I at all."

Kelley nods at Caliopa's assessment of the alien. "Yes, that's basically what I heard at the interrogation," he comments. He seems to be, at the moment at least, more interested in personal matters than practical matters. But to be polite to Kesslan, he is certain to acknowledge the big cat, "Yes, I am - fairly well, today, thank you, Mr. Kesslan." Turning back to Caliopa, he says, "So your letter didn't make any sense either? Well, that's good to know. I don't feel like the only idiot in Kingsdale anymore." It's unsure as to whether he's calling himself an idiot in the presence of other idiots, or simply no longer an idiot, since nobody knows what happened.

A pause then from the feline, he doesnt care about the interrogation of this alien, or this further talk of robots. Granted all that gets filed away somewhere else in his brain to be considered later, but the mentions of the letters is what gets his attention "Is not place of Kesslan to ask but ask for this affect view of Ordo. When were such letters sent or recieved? Was..." he pauses trying to decide just how much he should realy say about it at the moment "Incident with Spirit Touched Ordo day preceeding this. Is wondering if perhaps connected."

Caliopa 's forehead wrinkles at Kesslan's statement as she puzzles it out, "You had an incident with Ordo? I got mine today, lunchtime. Atti bought it over with our lunch." Once again, her emotions are easily read in her face, and the soft blush on her cheeks tells plenty to anyone who knows the couple. "Don't seem to make much sense but Atti reckons he feels stuff a bit deep, gets a bit dramatic over stuff that ain't something to get all overwrought over." She presses down again on her hand, frowning at it, as if it is deliberately causing problems.

Kelley turns to the big cat and shrugs. "I have no idea, Kesslan. My girlfriend and I received one letter apiece. I don't know what hers said, but mine made no sense." He seems to let 'girlfriend' roll easily off of his tongue, like it's a proud, everyday thing to say. "What business have you had with this strange Ordo, Kesslan? I recruited him for the VCF - but if he's not cut out for it, I'd like to know."

"Wish not cause unfair view of Ordo but is personal thought that this one is dangerous spirit touched. Lacks full sense of control, more as cause of lack of view what is before as truth rather than what is only belived truth. Rare for Kesslan to meet such strong spirit touched as is so dangerous to other. Kesslan spend time with one known as 'Kid' other day, spend time as friend only. Spirit Touched known as Ordo arrive, assume Kesslan is mate of Kid, start fire from self then go. Cause minor damage cause much..." a pause then "Concern from Kid and Kesslan."

Caliopa gives Kelley a warm happy smile, "Your girlfriend, huh?" She seems genuinely pleased for the man, but her forehead wrinkles at Kesslan's words, "Kid? He set himself on fire in Kid's place?" The worry that surfaces in her face is intense, and she forgets to press against the handkerchief, the blood starting to flow again.

"Is 'Kid's Place' Electric Joy, or do you mean her quarters? Because that annoying fop has a habit of barging in where he's not wanted. He came to visit me the other day, which is when I hired him, because his combat skills seemed competent enough - but he's going to be annoying member of VCF," says Kelley in one big breath. He looks over his shoulder as the man enters AIM and quiets down.

"Arrive at place of Kid residence where Kesslan was visiting. Knock first and Kid let in. Seem Kid send... improper and unment signal for desire of mating with Ordo. Kesslan had just warn Kid of problem with this practice you humans seem so intent uppon. Humans seem think pantherans too direct, but at least we not cause such problem as act like wish mate or attention of male were such is not desired in this way." Kesslan says, apparently not affraid to criticize racial flaws (as he sees them) of the very people before him. "Kid go deal with issue at hand so say. Kesslan not remain after this, think it was best leave as was problem of Kid to deal with."

Caliopa untangles Kesslan's story in her head, her eyebrows drawing together. "Kid can mostly handle herself..." The words seem doubtful, her face worried. "Flirtin' do seem to cause no end of trouble." She shakes her head, noticing the blood on her hand and dabbing it with the handkerchief. "I'll mebbe go find her after work, make sure this bloke isn't causin' her problems. I could ask Atti to talk to him..." Her faith in Atticus is unshakable.

And with that cheerful thought, ladies and gentlemen, into the Advanced Idea Mechanics walks the devil himself - apparently - Ordo Malleus! The Nobleman's steps are far more subdued of late, and his face no longer carries that bright and flashing smile so readily, but he is here none the less! Quietly moving through the emptying AIM, a thoughtful little frown upon his face. Ah, Soldier of Love! Wounded so easily in the heat of passion.

"I wouldn't have Atticus talk to the man alone," Kelley says. "I think it best if a few of us talk to him at once." He slams a fist into an open palm, then laughs, "I kid, I kid. You know that I'm not much one for violence." However, as Ordo walks in, Kelley raises his hood and bids good day to his two companions. "I must be going. I have a lunch date with Aimee that I would like to keep." Bowing to Kesslan and Caliopa, he makes his way rapidly out the door, commenting only, "Ordo" as he passes the man.

Clop clop clop. Sebastien rides in to AIM on his tall clydesdale, wide brimmed hat shielding his face from the strips of fluorescent lights high above. Generally huge in an enclosed space, the pair are easily swallowed in the cavernous depths of AIM. Sara, faithful steed that she is, remains unflappable in the noise and the flicker of welding torches and the rest. The pair stop to speak with a mechanic who gestures in the group's direction, and Sebastien shrugs to plod in that direction, frowning slightly as he spots Calliope, and deepening as he eyes the rest of the assembled. Is she the only mechanic here? Sebastien sits back a few feet, peering over the group with that deep frown etched on his features. It splits his scarred face oddly.

Kesslan and Caliopa (And but a moment ago Kelley as well) are gathered in one of the service bays around Kesslan's badly battered NG-230 Prowler. The hoverbike resting on it's landing struts, with Caliopa sitting uppon it. It seems Caliopa has cut her hand and is holding a clean rag to the wound while they talk. An item Kesslan once more chooses to comment uppon "Think if not stop bleed soon Caliopa should go have look at. If was not serious should have stop by now." he may not know how to tend a wound but he at least knows that if it doesnt stop bleeding after a short period of time it really needs to be properly treated.

Caliopa gives the back of Kelley a warm smile as he leaves, her eyes still warm, until her gaze lands on Ordo. Honey coloured eyes cool slightly, and Sebastien appears in her eye line. She nods politely, before turning back to Kesslan. "I'll go see Kalvin, honest... it might be a bit deeper than I figured. Ain't nothing a stitch or something won't fix." She lifts the handkerchief, peering beneath it, her colour going slightly green. "Um. Maybe a bit deeper." She sits abruptly on the bike and deliberately breaths slowly, trying to fight nausea.

Ordo nods his head briefly towards Kelley as the fellow walks past, murmuring 'Doctor' to the respectable older gent. He is then apparently passed on horse back by that self same gentleman whom he had so recently dragged out of the park after a bear attack; A quiet, blinking glance at this man too. Resilient! And, at last, he approaches a sombering group with a faint smile.

"Ah. Good evening.. or late afternoon, as the case may-" He breaks off, eyes falling upon THAT DAMN CAT. Thin lips tighten slightly, but he simply continues "-.. be. Lady Caliopa, I do believe you are bleeding rather severly.."

Sebastien drops from his steed, patting Sara's neck and watching the group. Well. He finally shrugs and steps forward, peering first at the kitty as he draws near. Big, furry, manlike, ugly. Kay. Sebastien shakes his head, carefully avoiding the cat with his eyes after that, and concentrates on the sickly-looking Caliope. She never seems to do well, does she? He steps forward, frown etched on every crag of his face as he peers from her green tinge to that hand, blood seeping through the wrap and all, and reaching for it he instructs, "Lift it. Let me see see it. You can't help me like that."

Kesslan's reaction to Ordo is almost the same, though he's entirely impassive in expression as far as the eye can tell, his ears swiviling slightly, those seemingly sightless eyes of his none the less giving the impression of watching the man, if only from the direction his head is pointed. And then there's the fact that his right hand slips neatly in place just a hair away from drawing his massive NTI-02B heavy pistol. He doesnt however, though nor does he move his hand away from it's spot. Ready to draw at a moments notice, and it's clear in this aspect at least that he'd as soon plug Ordo full of holes as speak with the human. There's a slight shift of his head as Sebastien approaches as well, though he says nothing to either.

Caliopa gives Sebastien a short glance, before she shakes her head. "It ain't anything worth looking at, I just can't stand the sight of blood, not least my own. I'll go over to Kalvin's later. What can I do for you?" She manages a smile at him, taking in Kesslan's reaction out of the corner of her eye. Ordo simply gets an abrupt nod, unlike Caliopa. "Ordo. Been hearin' things about you."

The Nobleman does glance briefly to the big Cat, those tightened lips of his turning slowly downward - but the gentleman refuses to make the first move. Mostly, out of respect for the fact there are quiet a few innocent people about who might get hurt should Ordo go after the cat that cuckold him, but the gun itself is a rather impressive piece! None the less, a hand tightens briefly into a fist at the effort, before he yanks his sight back to Sebastien and Caliopa - moving not to interfere, besides another comment tossed lightly to the horseman:

"I do presume the hospital took good care of you..? I had instructed them to contact me, should you be incapable of payment." Not that Ordo's got a lot to start with, but you just can't leave people in the lurch! Even if they are scarred and scary.

And, finally, Caliopa. Ordo looks nearly taken aback by the cool nod, but accepts this with the same vague sense of doom he's come to associate with all his 'comrades' of late. ".. Hearing things, Madam? Then, perhaps, there are those to which a vague sense of decency might need applying." A glance towards THAT DAMN CAT again. "What things, m'lady?"

Sara tosses her head and shies aside as an engine dangles overhead on a winch, aimed at a small truck on the far side. V8 in a jeep? Someone done lot their mind. Sebastien glances momentarily at that hand on the gun with a look of derision, but doesn't look worried. Imminent violence isn't headed his way, at least. Sebastien glances at Ordo, a vague look of confusion crossing his features. "I have no idea what it is you speak of," he replies, giving the man an odd look. Well, he was unconscious at the time. Straightening his shirt unconsciously in Caliope's presence, Sebastien turns and waves back at his horse. "Her name's Sara. Bandito Arms model warhorse. Figured you might know a person who could fit her out with extra parts. After that robot business I can see a need for her to be, shall we say, able to her own. Ion beam eyes would do the trick. And ah, some barding. Is it that you know a person here who could install it?"

Apparently there is very little love lost between Kesslan and the two more recently arrived humans. None the less he doesnt once move his hand away from it's close proximity to his handgun. However, nor does that hand so much as twitch or waver. Rather it's rock steady. A coiled snake ready to strike if need be. Sebastien's look is returned in kind with that dead eyed stare, the feline's ears perked high trying to sense even a hint of danger from either of the two men. However, he does not move away from the bike either, largely becuase it's quite frankl his and he's hardly about to be scared away from his own property by these two. Certainly it's starting to set a somewhat uncomfortably tense scenario as he settles in to an almost statuesque pose with only his ears and tail showing nay usual sign of movement.

The look Caliopa gives Ordo is less than friendly, "Heard you set Kid's floor alight. Your note to me don't make a piece of sense, not to me, nor Atti." The words are abrupt, and she turns to Sebastien, keeping the pressure on her hand. "She is a good piece of machine. I could ask about, see if anyone has the workin's of doing it if you want? Maybe make up to bein' a bit not myself when you came over your gun." She does offer a smile now, the thoughts written on her face almost entirely the same as the ones she speaks, barring a small under current of worry. She glances at Kesslan, a little worry surfacing on his behalf.

No matter. Of late, the Nobleman had come to expect a certain bit of hostility; Perhaps it was everyone was Kid's friend, whether she wanted them to be or not. Perhaps it was simply that Ordo had completely failed to defend himself against such wicked rumors. None the less, the fellow turns to Kesslan again, and - with a hefty frown - snaps: "Oh, do show a bit of civility! We are not in the wilds, -sir-, much less some televiewer western drama." A glance towards Sebastien again, and a single eyebrow pops up. Ah, well. Good deeds are not done for rewards, after all. And, finally, to Caliopa. The Gentleman drawing his cloak further about him as he dips his head in contemplation.

"Have you, now? And I wonder what fabulous story followed that little tidbit of gossip." A quiet, and rather bittersweet smile touching his lips. "Ah. Well, as to the letter... no matter. It was beholden to me to at least write, if nothing else, in an effort to preserve a friendship which.. as you now see.. is far more strained than I had previously realized." A pause. "You really should get that hand looked at, m'lady. I know a little something about cuts."

Kid comes back. After a few hours away, to shed her violet delight and get back into something more -her-, she's back. And she's still in a funk. Without much desire for much else, she clumps her way along in those heavy boots without much care for poise or stealth today. her glitter punk garb is sans scarf and water beads on her jacket from the rains outside. She shoves back the wet hood of her fleece, shaking out her hair idly as she goes without lifting her street sweeping gaze. She stumps along in a heavy plod, moving strictly by memory toward Cali's truck without glancing up from the ground ten feet in front of her. Maybe she'll be back by now for some girl time. If not.. maybe she'll break a few windows. That might cheer her up too.

"You are damned right she is," Sebastien speaks, reaching back to whistle low and beckon Sara closer that he might run a hand up her muzzle, getting his hand whuffled on before he nods. "She is my partner. The best match a man could hope for. You will find someone good, non?" He seems ... a little too attached to that damn horse. Sebastien glances at Ordo, nodding unconsciously at the man's words and turning so that his broader form fills in nicely behind and to the right of the thin man. Peering doubtfully at the cat. "Less than nine lives left, eh?" He wonders, watching that gun pointedly.

His attention fully uppon Ordo, the feline refrains from speaking at all initally. Simply listenign to the chatter of his translator as it translates all that's said for him. As Ordo finally adress him directly Kesslan gives a low growl, a brief flash of teeth. "Qwaka-tajil-Chur zavbratirr lafrr-sarj parnalamshir isortalm gwtarr il-dasali." "Perhaps if one before me saw with eyes and mind rather than jump to assumption and endanger others this would not be needed." he says blunt and to the point. The mechanical voice of the translator only reinforcing his tone, eyes narrowing slightly at Ordo. "Warn you Spirit Warrior did not to judge so quickly what you thought you saw rather than what you had really seen. The mistep was not mine. Ordo is danger to others and is seen as threat to this one. Will act as such untill proof of this not being so."

Caliopa sighs, a tiny hint of temper flashing briefly in honey eyes before she hides it. "My hand is fine, it is just a little cut and I can get it seen to in a moment, once I'm done with business. I just ain't likin' hearing that you burnt up my friend's place, Ordo. Kid got enough trouble on her hands without you addin' to it." His scold is clearly meant to be just that, but her face softens after telling him so, and she shakes her head. "Sebastien, I'll find someone good for your horse, ain't noone I recommend that does inferior work, honest." She glances at the men around her, her face falling into a small frown. "I'm drownin' in the testosterone here, gents. You all got a fight, you take it out of this building." She can't see Kid past all the men, but stands in the middle, pressing the handkerchief against the cut, irritation showing in her face. "Enough! Take it outside, the lot of you." She turns and stomps towards her tool chest.

"Jump to assumption? You were half naked in he-!!" Ordo cuts himself off immediatly, and wafts a hand in front of his face. As if to remove a foul stench from the air, eyes closed for a moment. And they remain closed even as Caliopa scolds him, a sour frown crossing his face before, at last, he speaks. "... A danger to others? Hmph. Yes, I admit I lost my temper. The day's events had conspired to lead me to that brief brush, and I've already taken steps to correct the damage done." At least, the physical damage. Ordo's heart may never be the same again! A rift, dear viewers, into the very center of our Fop. And it bears the visage of that horrible, cruel, jaded, bitter she-devil. For whom his heart pounds. A blink as Caliopa moves back to her toolbox, and another frustrated glance towards the Big Cat. He seems about to say something - and then pauses.

Does the nobleman notice Kid's approach? Not at first. Not immediatly, so enraptured as he is to psuedo-defending himself. However, just as he was about to speak, he could HEAR the. Those boots. Those boots that had stomped up and down the stairs, stomped to and from his room, even kicked in his door once or twice. And, slowly, the blood drains from his face as he blanches. ".. Fate, thou art a cruel tyrant." He mutters. Where to hide?! WHERE TO HIDE?! A quick glance about shows very little.

"For whatever sort of devil this man is," Sebastien warns, "Our being outside the city gates is no excuse to plant your hand on your weapon like you mean to use it. The thin man is right. Just move this ah, paw of yours and all will be well." Sebastien folds thick arms before him stubbornly, plainly not reaching for any weapon, and does his best to peer down at Kesslan like a disapproving father. His mouth forms a hard line, scar down his face a pale spiderweb.

Kid finally processes that the raised voices her special ear picks up are in fact coming from directly ahead of her. The young woman lifting her head finally to take in just what she's walking into. What she sees laid out before her brings up a deep frown and prompts a sudden stillness as she stops in her tracks. Hiding is out of the question, she knows all, sees all. Well, sees enough at least. Her expression stony for the two heartbeats that she remains stock still. Then she starts forward again, no change in that heavy plodding step. Ignoring everything else, she'll walk right up to Ordo, be he still turned away or turned about by the time she gets there. And whens he gets there, she'll say some things, Having caught enough of that last comment to Kess gauge just where he was going with it. "You listen and you listen good you annoying fucking man. Kess wasn't there doing anything but hanging out with me and talking. If you couldn't get that through your thick as fucking steel head then, allow me to make it one hundred fucking percent clear as fucking crystal for you." Her tone a low, tight, smooth little stiletto right up to that point, at which it explodes into an ear pounding, head turning tacnuke. "-You don't have one fucking reason for what you did in my house!!! So stop acting like someone fucking pissed in your god damn cereal and own up to your own shit!!!!" Bellowed out right in front of or behind him, her face warming a bit from the sheer effort of it. There could even be some spittle in the mix, she doesn't care at that point.

"Human have strange idea of waht is 'half naked'. Was still fully clothed by human standards. Just becuase not wear armor or boots does not mean is naked or even partial. Think human's memory is flawed or perhaps simply try to make excuse now? Again was not Kesslan who erred. Kesslan even warn Ordo of danger in quick thought. Could see clearly at time that for Kid you care much. Is not Warrior's place to dispute this, no such relationship between Kesslan and Kid exist. Friend only. Not more. But Human was too blind to see truth of this."

Again Kesslan's words are blunt, to the point and even more reinforced by the souless mechanical voice of the translator. That Caliopa is upset by this seems to hardly bother him. A growl then at Sebastien "You of this stay out. This is not issue between you and Kesslan. Is betwen Ordo and Kesslan. Have plenty of good reason for act way I do HUMAN." the last word said with a supprising ammount of distain audible even in his own language, for he pronouces the word Human in english, lacking any other way of saying it. "See two human are blind as well. Hand is not ON weapon. Only near out of good cuase for caution. Will not hesitate to use if feel need Atorian." the last word or name said like an insult. Though it's roots seem oddly similar to english, though not quite in it's pronounciation. This almost timed at the same time as Kid shows up and explodes on the scene. he turns to glance at the girl, just an ever slight tilt of a greeting to his head towards her.

The entire time Kesslan remains almost rock still however save the occasional movement of his head and the swivling of his ears. Not even his tail moves now, that too held as steady as a rock. Nor does his hand move away from it's close proximity to the handle of his pistol. The hand in a seemingly relaxed state does not clench or twich or shift so much as a milimeter, yet there's little doubt left that he's more than ready to do more than simply hold it there forever.

Caliopa sighs heavily, packing up her tools, her look over at Kid alarmed and a little angry. "This ain't the place to be yellin' at each other." She raises her voice to speak over the arguing people, "KID!" She slams the lid on the box and glowers at them all. "Ain't the way to sort things out, not yellin' and threatenin'. You people sort it out, I'm goin' see Kalvin, get my hand sorted out. If you get thrown out, ain't none of my business." She stomps off towards the door, holding her hand.

Ordo Malleus is surrounded! Spun about by the ferocity of Kid's response, Ordo can do nothing but raise his hands in supplication as the storm of words rip him through. And, if that weren't enough, the Big Cat goes and neatly reinforces the idea that the Fop was incorrect in both reaction and follow up. His head whipping from one to another, actually taking a physical step BACK from Kid as one would in a gale storm. And if that wasn't enough? It appears that the love of his life is insisting on airing out their dirty laundry to the world at large. Including Sebastien, and everyone else present in the emptying AIM of after hours. His face slowly goes red, teeth gritted. What IS it about this damn woman that penetrates him so quickly?!

"Then why.. " He begins, through gritted teeth: "... WHY did you -HURT- ME?!" The last bit nearly shouted. An, there goes the control, so quickly frayed in Kid's presence. "Mock me! Humiliate me! Abuse me! Insult me, if you will! These I can take, but to -spit- on my heart when I have offered it to you, truly and completely?!" He points a finger at Kid, as if he'd like to POKE, but he's still too far away. "You had only to -tell- me. But no! You, you and you're damned bitterness! You had to push! You HAD to push, didn't you? BY THE HEAVENS ABOVE I HATE THIS." That last bit shouted upwards, Ordo actually beginning to tremble now as he pushes his fists into his face. "I -hate- the way I feel. I -hate- the way you get to me. I hate it, I hate it, I -hate- it. And still you torment me! Everywhere I turn, there are whispers! You have aired our private affairs to the world, and made me a fool. And even now, EVEN NOW I LOVE YOU. Damn you! Damn you and all you are. G'AAH!" Thre is a brief, brief pause as Ordo just breathes heavily. And then drops his arms, slowly regaining that Dandy cool. ".. Fine. I apologize. I was bitterly, horribly mistaken, and I have lost much for it. I have paid for the carpet, and the door, with more than money. Is it enough at last, my love?" YAY FOR DRAMA

Sebastien rolls his eyes, and gives his head a little shake. "Listen, friend," he speaks slowly, as if to a toddler. It may even help the translator. "You are being ridiculous. It is d-bees like you that make the Coalition so popular. You think you are helping, being strong? You are not. You are being the opposite of that. You are hurting yourself, and other nonhumans when you make unwarranted threats." Unfolding his thick arms, Sebastien claps a hand on Ordo's shoulder and gives the thin one a little shrug as if to say 'd-bees, eh?' Rubbing a hand through his short beard he frowns at Kid, and blinks at Ordo. Digging though his pocket, Sebastien pulls out a shiny brass ... that looks like a .45 slug. Sebastien silently taps Ordo on the shoulder and tries to press it into his hand, giving the man a knowing nod, and a way out.

Eying Sebastien with clear distain Kesslan simply says "Is Atorians like you who simply lack honor. Kesslan is not looking to help other. Only defend self from those like you who care not for other simply because of belive that Atorian superior to all other. Because Atorian too blind to see what truely happen. Have heard of your beloved Coalition. No doubt your love of them show what sort of honorless sort you are. Lie, cheat, steal, enslave. That all you Atorian good for. Use what word you like, but Kesslan know the truth about your kind. Know you are not better than any, infact know you are lower than mouse for your ways and prejudice." Supprisingly that hand does shift from his gun, though not at all at Sebastien's urgings, for now it poitns at Ordo "At least he have some excuse, he honest enough to say he do what he does out of strange messed up human sense of love. But those like you have no excuse for your honorless ways."

Kid doesn't even glance at Sebastian, doesn't even fix on Cali's words beyond some background nugget of her brain that files away the words to be remembered at some later date. Doesn't even glance at Kesslan as he corroborates her story. Oh no, she has eyes fixed on 'that fucker' her hard little expression barely smudged by his own secondary explosion, though she holds it in place with the tenseness of the whole of her slender frame. "Stop saying that.." Low growled her first response, voice lifting, though not to the cataclysmic level reached before. "Just stop fucking saying that shit and don't you call me that.. word again." Her own hand snapping up, an index finger angled up at his face, which would be just shy of shoving up his nose if he hadn't have taken the step back. "You're the one who keeps talking that fiction, I'm just setting your ass straight," she states, lower. "Same way I set you straight that night too." Oh, yes.. bringing that back up. His calmer words having less effect on her than his own yell before that. "What I decide to tell my girls is mine, you don't have no control over me. No -man- controls me, least of all your candy ass. That clear or do you want me to yell some more?"

With intense trepidation, Dr. Kelley walks into AIM past a storming Caliopa. Wow, so many annoying people all in one place at one time! How special. Well, not Kesslan, he's all right, but the others, gods damn it. Whoa. He almost turns on his heel and executes and about face, but instead decides that, ah, people are people, and maybe there's something that he can do to help? Maybe? But for now, he just positions himself equadistnatly between the two parties, warrier of the armed conflict going on to his right. Ordo is calmed, now, like a fire that has blown out. Only smoldering embers as his arms dangle uselessly. At least, until Sebastien presses that shell into his hand. Ordo blinks at it quietly, and then at the fellow, before simply nodding his head in thanks. A way out for the desperate, perhaps, but Ordo loved life too much for things to end simply. None the less, the bullet is filed away in a pocket somewhere. Now, his attention back on Kid as he lowers his head, peering 'up' at her through the bangs of his hair. "..That 'shit', my love, is the truest thing you will ever hear again. Whether or not you -like- it." He then takes a deep and quiet breath, forcing his heart rate downwards. But OH! So tempting! To rage at her until his blood vessels burst. What was that quote, from that old navy book? 'If his chest had been a cannon, he would gladly have fired his heart 'tward the white devil..' A sour and sad expression on his face when she mentions the other night. "Yes. Congratulations. You have completely resisted my insidious plot to bed you. A plot that included breaking my stuff, losing my apartment, being hated by my comrades and pressing your gun against my chest if you truly hated me. What a wicked force I be." Sargasm! "I never tried to control you.. I only wanted to love you, and be loved in return. A fool's dream, perhaps, but I am nothing if not that, as you and so many others seem content to point out. Good day, my love.. I have apartments to hunt." His face turned aside, Ordo will try to sweep by and past - even past the Doctor, with a murmured comment. "Hello, Doctor." As he passes.

Sebastien peers at Ordo, taking a step back from the thin man. And Kesslan's 'Atoran scum' accusation is met by a little smirk. Sebastien fingerwaggles at the cat, smiling at him, face lit instantly as that hand lifts from the gun. "Good kitty," Sebastien remarks brightly, making a mental note to find catnip at some point in the near future. Digging in his pocket again, Sebastien fishes out a second .45 shell and places it atop the nearby Prowler, beside Kid, with a knowing nod in her direction as well. Sometimes, when faced with the notion of their own fragile mortality, people see what a storm in a teacup all this really is. And sometimes they take pot shots at Sebastien. It can go either way. Sebastien rolls a shoulder, largely ignoring the foul-mouthed Kid while he sidles up next to the doctor. Discreetly, in his ear, he murmurs, "Careful. The angst may be contagious. I would not get so close to these Typhoid Marys."

Kid almost hits him, her right hand balling up tighter and tighter every time the 'L' word or one of its derivatives leaves his lips. But he stops and starts to leave before she gets past the point of laying into him. She stays in place, stiff backed and glowering as he moves past her and on out. But she can't leave it like that, oh no. She turns and shoves him firmly, even if she has to t rot a few steps to do it. Frustration has to be vented and the physical feels so good. "Stop being like that.. damn phony. Just stop it," she growls. "I don't do hangdog either.. like you can milk sympathy out of me."

Migrating towards the person whom he would most consider to be a friend, Kelley slowly enters Kesslan's gravitational pull. No, he's clearly not taking sides, just sort of drifting, without even opening his mouth to ask what the hell happened to his peaceful little AIM. He'd been in here just an hour ago, chatting happily with Kessland and Miss Calipa, and now - this? What the hell, man? Despising conflict, but able to deal with it, Kelley just continues to very slowly move toward Kesslan. Or maybe not so much toward Kesslan as *away* from the others.

Kesslan just stares at Sebastien a moment, largely becuase he has to to let the translator make sense of what the man says. And it's at this point that his right hand, the same hand that was near his weapon takes a clear open handed swing at Sebastien's head. It's a swing that does not bear any claws, nor is it a punch. Rather it's an open handed slap of sorts. Enough to have some 'omph' behind it without it at least being ment to take Sebastien's head off, rather only give him a good thump upside the head. "You. Me outside now. No armor, no weapon. We fight. You wish insult Kesslan then Kesslan demand fight of honor. You win Human may make insult all like till next we fight. Kesslan win, Kesslan will gut human next time he insult." he seems deadly serious about this as well, sharp teeth bared, eyes narrowed to slits as those pure white orbs can be directed at none other than Sebastien himself. The swing however missing but his hand is held out before the man balling into a fist.

The Dandy had expected nothing more than another night of heart ache, when - quite suddenly - he feels hands on his back. SHOVING. Ordo stumbles forward a few steps, spinning about, enraged! "You.. you-!" He'll suddenly step forward, intending to return the little shove with one of his own. What, are we on the playground now? Someone go get the teacher. "How dare you! I've given everything I could to get it through your stubborn head that I -love- you, and you still act like I'm.. like I want to suck your blood or something! You bitter, damnable woman! Get out of my -head- and out of my -heart-!" Well, that was unexpected.

Kelley is not a stupid man. He knows when it's time to bow out and let people deal with their own problems. Though the man, someone who considers himself a white knight, of sorts, has serious issues leaving conflict behind him, also knows that he's not about to get in between Kesslan and Sebastien, for certain, and if he were to get in between Ordo and Kid, well, he might end up restraining Aimee's best friend, and that wouldn't do. Besides, the woman seems to be taking care of herself.

Typhoid Mary or Typhoid Kesslan? Sebastien's head whips back so quickly he flies off his feet, arms reaching up to spring off the cement behind him and hurl him into the air, twisting slightly as he lands atop a raised cement walkway behind where he wobbles a moment, making sure his feet are under him. Leaping into the air from there, he grabs at an overhead metal framework and hauls himself onto the catwalk above, designed for better approaching the upper turrets of large vehicles. "No," he calls down, sounding not the least winded for his acrobatic feat. "You insult me, I do not care. I am merely pleased you no longer threaten us with imminent fiery death. You want to go outside and beat at each other like animals now? I think not. I do think the fresh air will do you good." Sebastien walks along that thin metal bridge above, pacing back an forth its short length. "When you calm down we may sort this out as men."

That one tears it. Kid doesn't even think, may not even hear past that last use of the L word. Her fingers snapping into a fist, the girl tensing as Ordo snaps at her. Her first answer being the sudden upward snap of that balled up hand. While not deeply trained, she knows how to punch. However, while she has a good bit of power packed into her body, she's not in the frame of mind to put her all into it. Still, she flat out cold cocks the man. And it hurts, her hand snapping back a moment later as she winces, holding her stinging hand. Trembling bodily as he shouts, "Stop saying that!" Oh yes, she's taking care of hers.

"You think it is Kesslan who threaten with firey death? Think perhaps Human need look twice at Ordo. Is Ordo who almost set Kesslan and Kid on fire, not other way around. This give right to have cause to worry, give right to wish be ready if need defend." he says, his head tracking Sebastien's movements. He does not however immediately persue. In part beause by running away, to Kesslan's belives at least that shows Sebastien is affraid to fight him on some level. Though the pantheran was certainly at least slightly supprised at the other man's quick actions. Oddly of course Ordo is now forgotten as Kid is ripping into him and he into Kid in their little fight. In either case Sebastien gets himself clearly marked in the Pantheran's mind as some one he does not like.

What a scene! It looks like a lover's spat on one side of the AIM, and .. well.. a big cat and ninja cowboy on the other. The Dandy's head snaps back as his 'lover' slugs him right in the mouth, his own hand going to to hold his bruised lips for a moment in shock. Before he lets that hand drop, a split lip trickling crimson as they twist into a snarl of rage. No words! No poems! Ordo's hand snapping out to try and grab Kid's wrist, to grip and yank that wounded hand up- And place upon it a single, delicate kiss. Leaving a tiny smear of crimson. Nothing more says as he just releases and starts to walk backwards, a strange and calm expression, where once had been fiery anger. Eyes flickering to the massive fight thats started up over yonder. ".. My love.. perhaps its time we quit this area."

Having finally made his way to the door after his brief expedition into AIM, Kelley holds his hands up, palms out, at chest level. "If only I were a little more nimble on my feet," he mouths to himself. These people need peace, and sometimes it needs to be delivered with a stick. Yet, ah, alas, I know not what has happened, so judgment will have to wait for the rumor mill to come around. He steps out of the relative darkness of AIM, into the relative lightness of outside, and disappears.

Sebastien stares down from the catwalk, hands resting on the guard rail as he watches the panther. He offers the kitty a little shrug and a smirk, and waits there from above. Nobody hurt. Nobody dying. Good enough. Sebastien runs a hand through his fuzzy hair, frowning while he watches the diminutive Kid take a chunk out of poor Ordo. Slowly blowing air out between his lips, Sebastien's eyes narrow. His smirk vanishes, and he peers at the pair. Kesslan, watching him, might get the impression something's afoot. His lips purse, a small trickle of sweat beading down his brow. And poor Kid lofts into the air, first slowly, then gathering speed to float unceremoniously around ten feet up, out of reach.

If anything, Ordo's strange actions only seem to disconcert Kid all the more. She's startled enough that he can snag her hand, the young woman tensing to yank away when he kisses it. Pulling it back just the same as she did after decking him, as if stung. She wavers then, splitting between confused uncertainty and a quick flare of anger when he dares speak that word again. Her expression tightening again as she advances on him, though not for the reasons he expressed. "I'm not yours!" she shouts, seeming to rebound between two points. She lurches then and feels herself lift. "What the hell.." startled.. panicking for a moment as she flails a few moments before the futility of it factors in. Her raw nerves allowing no calm. "Put me down!"

"It doesn't matter. I am yours-" Begins Ordo, before his love begins floating into the air. Startled, Ordo can only watch helplessly as she floats upwards - before manuevering himself underneath her, balancing back and forth on his feet with his face straight up and arms out. "I'm not doing anything!!" He shouts upwards, through gritted teeth. She's ten feet up! Of course he's going to try and catch her. "Why do you always blame me for your troubles? YOU'RE the trouble maker, you pushy.. pushy -woman-. Quit flying and come down before you hurt yourself!" Well, isn't this a comical sight for sore eyes?

It takes Kesslan a moment to realize just what exactly is going on as he begins to catch the meaning of all the shouts as Kid is lifted up into the air. His first instinct is honestly to draw his gun and shoot Sebastien flat out. At the same time, even one such as he realizes this would not necessarily be a good idea. And that it wouldnt exactly be socially acceptable given that Sebastien doesnt seem to be actually -hurting- Kid. In the end he simply shakes his head after looking back and forth between Kid and Sebastien several times "Humans. All crazy." the translator is heard to say as it picks up his muttered words and simpply goes aheads and translates it for the benifit of all around.

Sebastien's thick arms bulge uselessly against that handrail as he stares intently down at the ruckus below, sweat continuing to bead against his forehead as he focuses on holding her aloft. Kid's flails gift her a bit of spin, causing her to rotate in midair that Sebastien makes no move to correct. He's just trying to not drop her! Sebastien lets poor Kid do a complete lazy tumble, upside down and ass over teakettle to convince her being on the ground with Ordo is better than in the air like some kid's party balloon, before tossing her unceremoniously into Ordo's open arms and letting out his held breath in a huff, panting above with a little grin on his face.

Sadly, the flight does little to penetrate the young woman's fury. Indeed, as she floats upside down, she seems to get all the more furious. Flailing a bit more as ever so many vile words come blazing from her lips. A drunken sailor could blush before the fury of her impotent wrath. Then she's sent at Ordo. Regardless of who did it, she's suddenly in contact with something warm, soft and yielding. "Motherfucker!" Shouted as she flails at Ordo the moment she contacts him. She doesn't even aim at any one part of him. She just starts with the fists, elbows, knees and even feet if they start standing up. She's in the sort of state where she either has to be restrained or allowed to vent until she calms down. Of course, if Ordo can't restrain her or someone else doesn't step in, she may well beat the tar out of him before that point comes.

This currious act is just another stone beign semented in place of Kesslan all but declaring the entire human race irevokeably insane. Even Kid's own antics who he understands the source of puzzle him by this point. And if it wasnt that he's so damn curious about everything, he might even remember that a second ago he was pissed off at Sebastien, though that anger will return later no doubt as the slight from before is hardly forgotten, simply... set asside for the time being. "Think Kid should simply mate with Ordo and get over with." He says at last "Ordo care for Kid, Kid think not care for Ordo but seem like good match when all is calculated."

"Don't worry, I've got y-" Begins Ordo, before a hornet's nest of furious Kid is dropped uncermoniously into him. Which causes him to hit the ground with a loud 'UFF!'. You ever try catching someone jumping on top of you like that? It's not easy. Not easy at all. And to make matters worse, she immediatly begins wailing and knocking and thrashing in the Noble's arms, bruising and battering him about the shoulders and face! The gentleman ungraciously moves to -dump- Kid off his lap and scoot away, staggering back to his feet. "You.. you ..! AH! I've had enough!" The Fop pushes a fist against the bruises forming on his plain face and just marches away. Leaving Kid to throw her little temper on her own.

Well, Sebastien could just lift her again. But the strain might just kill him. His little smirk dies as he watches her unmercifully beat poor Ordo, the only sane person in this town, into a messy pulp. Sebastien lets loose a little sigh and shrugs, seating himself quietly to be sure that he doesn't arouse suspicion. Not all experiments can be successes, but that's no reason to have to clean up the mess you make!

Kid gets dumped, entirely unprepared and unbalanced for such a thing. She takes a tumble, rolling twice before she manages to stop herself. Her target gone from arms reach, her rage and flailing finally taking a toll on her merely human endurance, she flops onto her backside, panting from the exertion. When she spies Ordo retreating she shouts, "You'd better run! I catch you anywhere near me again, you are SO going to get it!!" Her turn to completely misunderstand the situation. Though for now her rage has spent itself and she just sits, gathering back some semblance of t hose many things she's shucked off in the last few moments.

Deciding to take certain matters into his own hands Kesslan wanders on over towards Kid, placing a hand gently uppon her shoulder assuming she doesnt just turn around and start wailing at him. He'll even go so far as to help her up if need be or assuming she'll allow him. Though he's hardly going to force the issue, knowing full well this isnt the way to handle Kid. Or at least not his view of Kid. "Think perhaps should consider that this incident was not fault of one known as Ordo, but of other human up there." he says pointing out Sebastien to Kid "He do this Kesslan is certain but cannot prove. Ordo wish only love of Kid, Kid mad at Ordo for Ordo lack of control." he pauses then but then repeats his earlier statement in a.. more diplomatic way "Think perhaps Kid and Ordo should sit at some point and speak on frank term. Ordo love Kid with passion that Kid display physically for life. Kid love life with passion, Ordo love Kid with passion. But Ordo display traits tha towuld go well with Kid. Kid strong and can help control Ordo.." he wiggles his ears "Even if Kid have to beat control into Ordo. Is not place of Kesslan to say where Kid heart should lay but would strong suggest Kid consider Ordo as potential mate for both are... compatible in end."

Hrm. He's being given out below. Tap tap of boots on steel and Sebastien leaps from the catwalk above, gloved hands clanging on a support strut that he slides down until boots hit the concrete below. Leaning back against that metal strut, Sebastien folds thick arms before him and crosses his legs, turning his head to the side to peer at the pair from fifteen feet away. Sara takes a step closer to Sebastien, plodding impassively through AIM, and peers up to take another look around the room.

Kid tenses when she gets touched, head snapping up. Tensed, narrow eyed.. she might have started wailing on Kess too. But she doesn't dislike Kess. And without the full heat of her rage, the urge to beat at him doesn't rise up. But she does look annoyed. That doesn't prevent her from fixing on the finger being pointed at Seb. Her eyes narrow as she snaps her head about to find and fix on him with the evil eye. But any potential doom that might be meant for the rugged guy is interrupted when Kesslan starts to expound upon Kid's predicament. That gets her head snapped back around, the girl staring up at Kesslan incredulously. "Don't you fucking start now," she snarls, swinging an arm up to get his hand off if its still there. So she can get herself up, briskly dusting off the seat of her pants as she rounds on the larger feline. "The only right think you said in that whole like of bull was that you don't have no place in it," she snaps at him. "So keep it buttoned." Then she turns back toward Seb, pointing his way as she growls, "Don't you ever.. -ever- pull that on me again. Not ever!"

"No Kesslan have right of it. But you human all crazy and blind. Kid have great passion, Ordo have great passion. Ordo err against Kid so anger against Ordo is warranted but Kid not give Ordo chance to make amend. Not wish listen to his desire not have Kid angry with anymore, not give Ordo chance to do something so Kid may forgive. Kid then start blame Ordo unfair for thing Ordo not do even. This is now put Kid at fault to degree, not just Ordo." Kesslan persists "Give at least Ordo chance to offer amend to Kid for offence. Speak with Ordo, let Ordo explain and Kid must -listen-. Not judge, only listen to what said is. Kesslan say this as friend of Kid. If Kid not listen cannot help but stil lnot change truth of matter."

Sebastien just smiles in the face of fury, lifting a hand to fingerwaggle at the pair. Pushing off that metal strut he briskly slaps at his knees and elbows, little puffs of dust and metal shavings from the catwalk above lifting off of him in tiny silver clouds. The young knight is careful to give no word he'll need to keep later. "My friends," he speaks, "I bid thee adieu. Now I must try and find the lover boy and see if your gentle ministrations have left him in a gutter some place nearby." Whistling low, Sebastien waits as Sara plods up next to him. Leaping into that saddle, Sebastien grins cheerfully down and points Sara towards the entrance, to plod slowly away.

Kid feels a little hot kernel of that spent rage warm up as Kess presses the issue. Did she not dislike him? Like everything else about Kid, that's a volatile thing. "Listen to what? More of his drivel? More of his 'love' bull? Sorry, I don't do fiction, Kess. I'm sick of it and I'm not having it again." A pause as she gives Seb a dismissive flick of hand as she turns away from Kesslan, pacing a few steps. "No, not having this in my life again." This more a personal aside as she starts to pace back and forth.

"Not have what in life again? Kesslan not know what Kid speak of but think perhaps, and please correct if Kesslan wrong, Kid have bad experience before. Not wish try or risk be hurt again within. But such is how is life. Must move on, must try again. Is like if one wish mate with other, other not allways want this. So much move try again, or perhaps try if toher truely mean not wish be with ever. Ordo have great passion, Kid have great passion. Both different but in own way both alike. Even if this is not to be, Kesslan as friend of Kid have but one request. This is that Kid at least give Ordo chance to make amend, give chance so Ordo can try show Kid that at least not need hate between both." He gives off the equivilant of a sigh.. "Of this Kesslan know what he speak of. Hate blind Kesslan time to time, try not let but it still happen. Kesslan is not perfect, Kid is not perfect, Ordo is not perfect, no one is perfect. All have faults, must try to allow others chance at least to make up for faults if faults known. Ordo at least know his faults and try but Kid not let him."

"Bad experience? Bad experience!?" Kid snaps at Kess hard with that, but she throttles back just a bit. Kess is in her good list, it gets him some slack, but she metaphorically shoves past his words and paces back up to him, giving him a few pokes in his armored chest as she responds. "You want to know what my last three boyfriends were like? Yeah, first guy said he loved me. Was pretty damn hot for the first week be fore I caught him in the act with some other chick. Fucker said he loved me right up until I kicked him in the face. Oh and number two said that crap too. You know what he did? Got all close to me all tangled up in my emotions then tried to slut me out like a damn hooker." Though her voice keeps that snappish quality, her eyes start going bleak and moist as she rattles through the list. "Oh, but number three was the fucking best. He liked throwing that damn word out. LIked hitting me too. Didn't count on me hitting his ass back. I put him in the damn hospital for that shit. So don't you tell me about moving on. I'm done with all that. Done with all of it." Her arms thrown up as she turns away, meandering a few steps away as she drags her sleeve across her eyes, arms drawn into a close cross over her chest after.

"So Kid think all male like this? Think Kesslan is like this?" He asks softly the translator making an absolute mockery of his attempts with it's cold uncaring tone "Then perhaps Kesslan should nto try be friend of Kid anymore. Kesslan take Kid advice against what self think best becuase Kesslan trust Kid. So far work ok, maybe Kesslan get hurt in way Kid get hurt maybe not. Only time tell but even if first attempt not go so well will still try attempt take advice of Kid. Because Kid say to Kesslan only what think is good advice to other friend. Kesslan attempts this with Kid but Kid not wish listen. Kid not trust Kesslan." he says slowly moving closer to Kid. Hell he'll even try to give her a hug if she'll let him, gives of the signals at least of being willing to be hugged. Otherwise he'll just leave well enough alone "Kesslan cannot make Kid past better, but hope perhaps can help make Kid future better. Ordo is not like these other. perhaps he not love Kid as much as he think but Kid not give him chance to tell. Kid not give him chance to explain. Seem to Kesslan that Ordo not mean to scare Kid, not mean to hurt Kid. Kesslan see only that Ordo hurt Kid unintentional and Kid hurt Ordo intentional, sometime for thing that not even Ordo fault. If Kid cannot see that this is unfair to Ordo, if Kid cannot trust Kesslan then I think perhhaps best if Kesslan find friend who do at least trust Kesslan not to be total iddiot yes? Maybe not undrestand all about human, mabye not know Kid past but this not mean I blind fool. This not mean I not care to see Kid be happy."

Kid keeps her back to Kesslan through his talk and, when he tries to hug her, she'll tense. Unexpected contact. But for some reason she lets him after that flicker of tension. She sniffs toward the end and shrugs her shoulders. "I'm tired of putting myself out there, Kess. I said I wasn't doing this shit again.. not letting em that that close to me again." Murmured low, unable to get that bitter tang out of her voice. She shrugs her shoulders a little and finally leans back into the big guy a bit. "I like you, Kess.. you're a good guy, but I'm not letting anyone else in. You can only get trampled so many times before you just give it up. And I gave it up."

Purring softly Kesslan gives Kid a friendly nuzzling, like a giant house cat, which is perhaps in a way what he's sort of really like when it counts. Sure he may be merciless killer out on the field of battle but that doesn't mean he doesnt have feelings. "Kesslan understand this but still think Kid should give this at least small chance. Go in expect worst, and if such happen then Kid is ready, Kid is not hurt. But if Kid is wrong, then Kid will find can do this and still be happy. People like Ordo perhaps have flaw, but none of these are thing Kid cannot help fix. Kid is strong, is very strong. Maybe not of Warrior Caste but have Warrior mentality in end. Be strong, fight strong. But that alone not enough." he says slowly, simply holding onto Kid tenderly, keeping up that steady, hopefully soothing buzz of a rumbling. It isnt a true purring but it at least has a similar effect in the end, his chest vibrating lowly "Kesslan as friend only ask Kid give Ordo chance to prove he too can be friend. Ordo not friend of Kesslan, Kesslan not much like Ordo but still can see good point to Ordo. Still see that he can be good. Kesslan willing at least give people like Ordo chance to prove they can be friend. Think Kid should at least do same. Even if not Kid should at least leave for chance to love again, for one must have some one who can reall love in life, or life is not worth living. Kesslan take Kid advice on trying make friend, mate with non pantheran because Kesslan realize he must at least find some one. Realize he can get hurt, likely will get hurt along way. But such is cost of finding happiness. Such is cost of life. Kesslan untill recent only know war, only know death. Not have time to have love to try make such friend, to try find mate. But have time now and try use time for such."

Kid tenses slightly at the nuzzle but.. there's something universally relaxing about the feline purr. Plus she likes him. Plus she's all raged out. Its been a hard few days, ever since that fateful bender and even a rage-a-holic like her gets to a point where she just don't want no more. Still, she frowns. Who knows if she'll even take his advice in the end, but she is listening at least. "Since when did you become a head shrinker, Kess?" Asked archly as she turns her head to toss back a sidelong glance. The frown lingers and she huffs, squirming away then. "Fine, fine.. I'll think about it." She turns around and eyes the feline idly. "But I don't feel nothing for him. He's just some guy. But maybe I'll be.. not so mean to him. Maybe." A shrug. Maybe. Kesslan wiggles his ears at Kid "Is all in end Kesslan can really ask of Kid. Give chance, see from there. Perhaps work out, perhpas not but Kid must realize must let -someone- close. In end perhaps not another male, but rule this not out simply becasue a few bad. For are bad women too. In end only important thing that Kid find some one to be happy with, male or female." he stops then thinking "Though not understand this term shrinker of heads."

Kid starts to say something about the slang, but just shakes her head and decides to skip that. "I have plenty of friends. Don't need no one closer than that. And I am happy.. or I was until that fucker started busting into everything. Its like no matter where I go, he keeps showing up.. or something about him. A week ago nothing, now.. its uncanny." Her frustration rising again, though it peaks like a wave, ebbing back down after her words. "Now I just.. don't know." And she sounds just about that confused.

Kesslan nods "Before Ordo think he love other, now he think he love Kid. Perhaps Ordo is wrong in this, Ordo definately go about this wrong way. Go in way inappropriate even by Pantheran standard. Kesslan will speak with Ordo. Will make clear that he must be.." he pauses "More careful with Kid. Kesslan will make sure Ordo will understand this and make sure Ordo know will be big concequence if Kid is hurt by Ordo in such way as Kid has been hurt by other before. Kid may decide from there and if Ordo can still not control self then Kesslan will perhaps have to deal with Ordo in way Ordo not like."

Kid stiffens and that fire comes back to her eyes. Confusion over for certain. "Oh no you don't.. you don't breath word one of any of that to anyone," she tells him in no uncertain terms. Cause all that. She didn't say that loud. That was a secret and she plans to keep it that way. "You talk all you want to him about whatever you want, but you'd best keep that little confidence under your hat cause I'm not about to have that all over."

Kesslan nods "Kesslan will not speak of directly on what happen to Ordo. All male understand... certian bad thing sometime happen between male and female. Will only point out that bad experience have happen to Kid. Will make clear to Ordo that if Kesslan find out such happen between him and Kid..." another pause then "That Ordo will come very much to regret having caused this regardless of what was." a pause then trying to think of how to reasure Kid further that he doesnt intend to give away anything specific about what Kid had told him "Uppon honor swear that Kesslan will not speak of what had happen. Only that something in past had happen and it had hurt Kid." another pause to let this sink in before he asks "Is this acceptable by Kid?"

Kid frowns and takes a few moments to decide on that point. "Fine, fine.. tell him that. Not like I'm the only girl in the world that's been trampled on." She shrugs a little and crosses her arms again. The frown lingers and she scuffs at the floor with a toe before she offers, "Thanks.." Quietly said, her head turning a little, suddenly interested in watching something across the wide building.

A sightl nod at that thanks, really the only reply he's about to give before he pauses and decides to add a universal truism "Is what friend for." And with that he slowly heads back to his NG-230 Prowler, takes and pockets the ignition key and heads out. Leaving the bike in the service bay to be repaired by Caliopa, and, leaving Kid to her thoughts lest she say something back to him.

Kid doesn't have anything else to say. Feeling very drained, she decides to wander off to the side a bit. She slips around to whatever side of Cali's truck is most 'private' and has a sit down, legs drawn up and wrapped with her arms as she has some quiet time before she time comes to head home.. or somewhere else.