Apr 10 22:08:04 105 PA

From Chronicles

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Evening at Moe's and the place is on the busy side. Desmond is there, at his usual table. The one with the commanding view of the room and he seems.. pleased. There is no one specific thing that says this, just the overall set of his features and manner. He is.. writing with a slow, precise focus. Though he keeps an ear raised, some attention on the room, he has a pad of stationary before him and a pencil in hand. The stationary is a red-gold color and has lilacs as the border along one side. He seems intent on his writing, for now completely obvious to all else save sounds that would indicate trouble.

Once more Kesslan finds himself entering this run down den of a tavern in Dregtown, though at least it's actually still a somewhat decent place to go given how most of Dregtown is. He's not quite sure why he comes here this day, boredom, curiosity, the lack of anything better to do really. A state the Pantheran sadly finds himself in more and more often these days it seems. A good portion due to the ever present linguistic barrier between him and others. So it is with at least some minor degree of joy that his ears perk up as he eventuall notices Desmond parked over in his usual spot, the smaller feline making his way over, not speaking untill he's arrived "Greetings to Desmond, Is well?" he asks via his translator. His tone at least sounds abit happier than the translator itself in it's deapaned mechanical tone, but not by much.

Desmond lifts his head in a jerk, a hand discreetly slipping across the scrawled on paper before he gathers who has come upon him. "Kesslan. Yes, I am quite well. Come, sit." The page veiling hand lifting to motion towards the chairs that populate the table. "You are well?" Asked, though a flicker of concern shows that he has some doubt as to the precise nature of that. "Have you anything you wish to speak of." For now setting his pencil aside, no longer trying to hide it. After all, Kesslan wouldn't be able to read the neat, thick block letters that he's ben working on for a few hours.

Ears perk up slightly at the choice of paper, if not the words uppon them, for indeed he cannot read what is written there anymore than Desmond, or anyone else can read his own writings. Still the choice of paper is not one he'd have associated with the giant cat. Something filed away to keep in mind for the future, that this giant massive feline has within him, an apparently softer side. But then few people fail to to have some soft spot somewhere so it's hardly something he finds shocking, just.. it wasnt quite the sort of soft spot he'd have expected of the other feline. None the less Kesslan takes the offered seat, replying at last to the countered question "As well as one can expect." is his mildly cryptic reply. The tone of his own voice still somewhat subduded, growing even more to be almost as listless as the uncaring mechanical voice that continues to aid him. "Speak of? No, not in specific. How progress plans for this place of Desmond and Aimee's?"

Desmond nods his head once to Kesslan's note of his state. For the moment not digging too deep into that mystery. Rather, he seems distracted by Kesslan's own question in return. "I haven't found.." His words pausing abruptly, as if the path taken were the wrong one. The pause lingers for perhaps a beat too long to be anything but a mental track shift before he starts again. "It is as it was before. Waiting for the gathering of funds." His eyes dip towards his writing as he continues, "I will have enough, surely, after the mission to stay the robots." There is a discretion in his tone as he speaks of such things. "Perhaps enough that I can cover Aimee's portion as well. I'm not sure. But it would be a trial to have her accept that. She would see it as charity."

"Aimee is sort who wish prove own ability yes?" Kesslan asks, ears perking up just a little. the shift in the direction the conversation seemed to take at one point with Desmond doesnt go unnoticed by the Pantheran, slowly connecting the dots with what few bits he undertands and knows allready. So while he has a theory of what Desmond may have been about to say, he accepts that this isnt something Desmond wishes to speak of. Oddly, at the same time the pantheran's own mood shifts a notch lower. Hardly despondant but.. almost like some one who's been having a bad time ismply accepting that yet another small thing has not worked out. "Is good this. Show is strong. Can understand then perhaps why Desmond like Aimee. Such..." he frowns trying to phrase it properly for the translator "Drive, in one is good."

For the moment, Desmond doesn't note the slight shift in Kesslan's mood. He still has his eyes on the writing, but he is listening and soon looks up, seeming eager enough to talk about Aimee. "Yes.. she has a spark like my own. And she is strong in her ways. So too it is frustrating, that she would not accept this from me yet. But there is, perhaps a way. I have offered it as a loan to her. She did not say this would not be outright, but we have not come to a decision on it. I am hoping, once I have enough, to convince her of this. And allow her to pay it back as she will, without obligation. So too she does not like feeling she owes others for what she is given. Admirable, but again frustrating." He casually toys with the pencil he holds as he discusses her and his plans, provided the upcoming mission proves lucrative.

"Is sensible. If one has the means to do as wished, best to then grasp those means and do sooner than later. Else allways put off in hopes of future to bring these thing about. Which is not allways what will be. Kesslan can hope all wish that future for his kind will end well, but is never a guarantee. Does not true sit idly by in waiting, wait even only for there is not else for Kesslan to do untill have means to offer help of some sort to own kind." Kesslan muses, looking down at the table before him, though in his case there is nothing but the old worn and bare tabletop to grab his attention, so really it's just an excuse or a way of trying to loose himself in something else perhaps. "Think Desmond is wise in suggesting this path to Aimee should it open. Will do what can on own part to aid in this if is acceptable."

Truly looking at Kesslan, Desmond displays an obvious concern at the smaller feline's mannerisms. Nodding once at his agreement with Desmond's planned course, he rumbles, "You do what you can, Kesslan. You should not feel that it is not so. Yours is a task much greater than my own. I could not imagine having so many others to protect. I have but few who I guard." He sets the pencil down and leans forward slightly, arms crossing atop the table. "I accept any aid you might provide, Kesslan. And I appreciate it."

Kesslan looks up again, his attention turning to Desmond "Is not place of Kesslan to protect exactly. Only... help if can. Will take this small step at time. Help who can here, improve for own self first for if this not done, then cannot help other. In time perhaps some day, can return with much to offer people, but Kesslan does not belong to Sirev anymore. No longer belong to clans, no longer truely belong to Grand Council. For these all Kesslan still try to accomplish mission, but is now walking of the spirit path of the lost. In what Kesslan know of such history, none have ever returned. But then never before have so many been sent down this way. Sirev itself lost now. Never can Pantheran break this free of Atorian. But Pantheran can break pantheran free. Not in whole but at least in part." he goes silent for a few moments "Not quite understand whole but think much will change for my kind in future. Hope at least this will be so."

Desmond listens to Kesslan's words, musing them as they come. His own silence lasting a few moments before he offers a response. "To me, protection is a broad thing.. all the things you would do for those important to you to improve their state falls within this." A slight nod as he muses aloud, "I think you are still a part of your people. Regardless of what rules govern such things, you still look to aid them. You act here in the hopes that you might better them, contribute to their freedom. If you did not feel yourself a part of them, such things would not weigh upon you so. You still hold the most important link to them within you, despite all else."

"Kesslan is still Pantheran yes, but is not like other pantheran. Know ways of clans, understand ways of clans. But does not..." he pauses "Does not follow. Was too raised in way of Atorian. Was... changed by this. Of family Kesslan have none to speak of. Yes, sire is still alive but is with new one now and Kesslan is of age to be on own. No more then is there attachment to family, rest either not known or are dead. Kesslan is not of birth clan anymore, is not of Atorian, Jarr-Kath or any other clan. Is in way of all clans now but none. Is only of own people." the pantheran looks away again for a few moments, claws on one hand worrying at the tabletop unconciously, slowly scraping grooves into the old worn tabletop "Help them because it is duty, because it is what is honourable. Help because to do so is all Kesslan have left."

Desmond has dipped into a more sober expression as Kesslan responds. Now fully focused on the other male, he notes details of his bearing, his claws plying at the table. "This I did not realize," he replies at first. Musing the words a few moments more before he asks, "Do you wish to do this.. the mission you follow? Honor and duty, they are very important things. But so to is the desire within. The personal drive to meet a task and surmount what lies in your way." A trace of uncertainty in his tone, an open wish to understand fully Kesslan's views on what lies behind and before him.

THe question nets Desmond an almost derismive snort from the other feline "Matters not what Kesslan wishes. Did not understand this before but this is why Kesslan was made Spirit Warrior. Is not becuase of of any power gifted by spirits, but because spirits have set forth path that Kesslan will walk because he must. Because it is the will of those past. Because in end, the few must suffer for the good of the whole, and Kesslan is one of such sacrificed for good of all. This is so because Kesslan is not like other pantheran, this is so becuase Keslsan will do thing other pantheran would not do. This is because Kesslan will do, and become what is necessary regardless of cost to self. Because this is duty to the whole, because this is what honor demands, because this is what the sprits have chosen for Kesslan." he says, while he still hardly sounds enthused by this revelation, his tone still changes to one that is factual, one that reinforces his belives and trancends the uncaring machine that translates his words "Kesslan will do because that is how Kesslan is. Kesslan will do because without Pantheran, Kesslan would not exist. Kesslan does this because understands now why what was done was done. Perhaps when this duity is done can find place for self but untill..." he looks down at the table again, that hint of depression setting in again "Until then is no place for self. Perhaps never is place for self. For is too different from own kind. From other kind. Cannot change that when around other can harm without intent simply by being around others. This is as much part of Kesslan as blood. Is in Kesslan blood, bone, hair, tooth, skin. And Kesslan does not wish to walk the path of those who live in machines, this is not good life. This think, is not life worth living."

Desmond listens to it all without comment, without a flicker at the snort he is given at the start. A frown works its way into his expression as he listens, though it is more one of concern than some deeper upset. "I understand as much as one could, being so far apart from your kind, from the deep history and traditions." He leans forward a bit more against one arm, the other lifted, giving the smaller feline a firm, but measured pat on the upper arm. "Honor is an important thing. What is right.. we are not so dissimilar, you and I. What must be, must be. Will be. In the now, we will find a means for you to live in more comfort with the radiation. And make the bar together. Gather resources and watch for a means to return you and what you have found to your people. That you might find a place with them again, if that is the path that you choose. I will aid when I can, you need only speak to me on it when you believe there is such a time. You will do this, yes?"

Nodding slowy Kesslan lets out a soft sigh "Yes, this will do. But Sirev is not place for Kesslan anymore. Will build up what can, and when time come, if such come. Will seek to open door to Sirev, will seek to deliver all that have found and gathered for Pantheran to Grand Council, and then Kesslan will return. Truely is no place for Kesslan among own kind now. THey have not seen what Kesslan has seen, they will not have done what Kesslan has done. Some yes, but not enough. In time, long after Kesslan is dead, then if successful, place there will be for those who are of the lost. For the lost will all become those of the stars, and among those starts will be place somewhere for all. But this is not path for Kesslan. Perhpas in time here somewhere place can be found, perahps not. This matter not for so long as Kesslan succeed in part, can only help in long of own kind. Even if die before ever get any to home, Kesslan has still sown strength of people to other and some how in some way as ripple in pond this will join with other ripple others like Kesslan make, and in time will be giant wave on sea. And this wave will either save or kill all Pantheran. For it will either be wave of success or failure. All Kesslan can do is do waht can to make sure this will be one of success. That own kind may live on regardless of what happen to world, regardless of how many Pantheran must die so this come to be. That Kesslan, as others must, will take truth of the war Panthran now fight against own kind to grave. For it is the secret of the greatest lie the people of Sirev have ever dared tell. This lie t the Atorian, for the war against own kind for and against Atorian is but mask by grand council. To hide disloyalty within loyalty. Some truely will be, others will not, yet more will never be. But in end Pantheran will have adapted as allways, and if work well, Pantheran will survive some how. So long as feel this will be true Kesslan can at least die happy when death will come. Understand this perahps will not be done alone now but still, this in part is why Kesslan perhaps can never be happy again. But at least time is made more bareable with that few friend Kesslan have here."

"One of which sits before you," Desmond replies lowly. His expression fixed. "I will not say I understand all you have told me in full. Indeed, perhaps I will not truly understand without seeing into your memories to experience what you have. But that I can assure you. You have a friend and ally in me, Kesslan. I would hope that you do not spend your days unhappy, for that is no way for any to live. Would that I had an accessible means to bring you some cheer now, for surely you need it." He leans back slightly, glancing briefly at the stationary before him. But only for a moment before he is focused on Kesslan again. "I believe well that anything is possible. Even when things seem darkest, it is not too late for those seemingly impossible things to happen. Something will come for you. Whatever it might be that will lift your spirits."

Kesslan looks away once more silent again for a time, he at least seems abit better for having gotten everything off his chest, for having at least had a chance to speak his mind, to let at least one other out there know in the sea of all these strange beings both similar and vastly different know more. For in the end it served two puposes, one selfish in stamping a deeper memory of his time here in the minds of others, and one less so. One that let others that were friends know why he did things the way he did, and in so doing perhaps deepen that friendship. Something he so badly needs. For in the end no being can be alone forever as much as they would wish it some times. However after a brief moment his expression hardens just a little, though his tone is soft "There would, but is understood this would not be the desire of Desmond. Is not the way of Desmond." he fidgets slightly, claws worrying at the tabletop a little more as he debates how much to say. With his own kind he'd simply be blunt about it but with these other beings he's learning that such isnt allways a good idea. "But is good to know Desmond is friend. Is good that Kesslan can at least have this. For is better to have friend than none. To have one one can speak with in times when thing seem..." He pauses again and lets out a sigh "Too big for just one to do."

"You can always speak to me, Kesslan," Desmond states simply. "With or without prompting. An ear is the simplest thing one can give to another. Though in the now I would prompt you to speak." His arms cross atop the table again and he leans forward slightly. "You speak of something as not being of my desire.. or my way. Speak it. Let me tell you if your thoughts on this are true. Do not think you can shock me, friend. You have done much, but I have as well. And I am willing to hear you out on anything."

Kesslan flicks an ear at that, seeming momentarily ammused "Is well. Is perhaps also best left unsaid. But since ask Kesslan will say." He begins "Kesslan would wish of Desmond to be more than just friend, but understand and accept that this is not where Desmond heart is. That such is for another. Does not stop desire, one that Kesslan cannot even explain or fully understand. Desire simply is, but as wise teaching once say, if one truely love other then one must let other make own choice in life, life life as they would and simply accept what can and cannot be. Part is no doubt due to fact Desmond is most like Kesslan when compare to all others have met. Have traits much admired." he gives the feline equivilant of a smirk "Help that not look too bad either." he teases "But understand this is not path Desmond wish follow. Is not intent to ever impeed this. This in part why Kesslan offer to help Desmond and Aimee. Is good oppertunity for Kesslan as well, give chance, or at least hope to move away from Dregtown. Move into better job. But also is good investment in friend Desmond, which Kesslan wish to see be happy as well. And since Desmond wish Aimee be happy Kesslan wish this too though Kesslan not realy know this Aimee. Help that Aimee seem like one worth helping. Help that think perahps in time Aimee can too be friend of Kesslan without it cause problem between Kessland and Desmond."

Understanding dawns, though Desmond shows some surprise that Kesslan's feelings have moved so. But no more than that passing ripple of it. "I see." Desmond pauses to consider this. It seems that this has mingled with something else as he spends more than his normal few moments before speaking. "Kesslan.. you do my a great compliment with your feelings towards me. And I do think that Aimee would take well to you, if you two were to spend time speaking. And it is true, such a thing cannot be in the now. But what we have spoken of before.. I have not forgotten it. Nor have I ruled it out entirely. Matters are currently in flux. I cannot speak more of it as I have promise discretion for a time. But I stand by what I have said. Nothing is impossible. There is no doubt you and I will grow closer. And when the bar is created, you and Aimee will grow closer. What becomes of this will be a matter for time. One way or another."

Kesslan nods "Perhaps. Not fully undestand why things have happened way they have but still remain true. Just wish Desmond to know that I do not wish to come between Aimee and Desmond. Understand that Desmond wish to be with Aimee. Respect this I do, and will not step in way intentionally. No wish to impose, for this would not be proper way of doing thing. Understand extent of feeling is not mutual but this does not stop what Kesslan feels. Desmond was not only one who also appeal to Kesslan however, but others not..." he pauses a moment "Well not suitable in way perhaps. One might be in time but other, who is Raina does not have interest in other male, and certainly not in one such as Kesslan. Or so say to Kesslan and this too accepted. Important more to have friend instead, for this one can at least find happiness within to extent. Also perhaps feeling in time change, not sure. Too soon tell." the pantheran admits "But for now is so. Does not think this will change, but can be wrong. Could be wrong." he gives a slight shrug. Ultimately at least howevere it seem sthe last of what ever was weighing down on the Pantheran is gone, or at least mostly so. He at least sounds happier in general and seems it too, though there is still a certain degree of weariness about him. Too much stress in too little time without having had an outlet for it perhaps, or maybe there's yet more to dig into. But it's nto something he speaks of for the time being "In end is better that Desmond understand that thes feeling exist, and too understand that is not wish of Kesslan to cause problem for Desmond. That too Kesslan apperciate offer of help from Desmond for what Kesslan must in end do. Think too this is why Kesslan does not plan to ever return to Sirev for long. Only to bring what can, and then leave. Would not wish to leave all friend behind, and Sirev is no place where friend could live without much harm. Too toxic, too radioactive. Dirt, air, all source of food would be like this. And Kesslan no longer has place among clans, for is no longer like other Pantheran. Perahps has found place of sorts afterall.. not quite feel it though but in time perhaps potential."

Desmond nods and extends his hand toward Kesslan in offer. "I understand fully your feelings and what they mean. In a way, I was in much the same place as you at one point. Which makes my understanding acute. I assure you that you will not come between us, Kesslan. And I am, in a way, glad to hear you would return after a time on your own world. While my feelings toward you are not so strongly returned in the now, I would not say they never shall be. You are a stout, trustworthy friend and there are few here that I would trust as much as I do you. You will always have a place with me, regardless of all else. Of that you should not doubt."

Seated at a table with Desmond is another feline, smaller, though he's hardly tiny. Also, considerably different from Desmond, for not only is his fur completely black as night, but he proffers a few odd contrast in having solid white eyes, as if blind, white claws and teeth, and seems to prefer wearing heavy juicer plate. NOt only that, but for those who happen to carry about a dosimeter, not a -too- uncommon thing these days as such things are commonly built into body armor and other devices, would notice he's also radioactive. As to the eyes they certainly dont seem to impede him however, as he reaches over to grasp Desmond's forearm in the way of greeting that Desmond had shown him. Though this time his grip is more tender "Serat-jit yarrgash." he says in an alien tongue to desmond. A small translator clipped to his webbing speaking up in a flat mechanical tone as it translates his words (And vice versat he words of others into his own language) "And will not doubt."

Desmond nods and returns the grip firmly, not seeming to mind the subtle 'tone' that is within Kesslan's own. "Good." And with that he seems to think the matter well handled for the moment. A tick later he releases Kesslan's forearm and will relax back slightly in his chair. The two are sitting at a particular table in the bar, set in such a way to give a commanding view of the main room. Des has a pad of red/gold stationary before him with some words scrawled upon it in pencil, though he seems to be ignoring it in favor of discussing with Kesslan intently. "This makes me wonder, though I already suspect the answer, have you made any progress on a means to comfortably suppress the radiation?" His tone turning thoughtful as he muses the problem, not that he has any knowledge to draw upon. Still, he gives it due thought.

Tu'ul enters through the main doors, studiously ignoring the man looks he get's and feelings of apprehension he feels from the crowd pertaining to him. The tall alien being strides through the crowd as it parts around him, the crowd not wanting the D-Bee to touch them. Tu'ul pulls back the cloak covering his oversize head and he glances around, ink black eyes reflecting images of the crowd.

Kesslan shakes his head in response to Desmond "Have not found such. Have not have chance speak with Caliopa or Kalvin however feel now one or other would offer answer to this question if such is posisble. Understand these technology that have here to create thing you call Cyborg could get around this but as Kesslan say, this is considered not worht cost of waht would be lost. While some of these thing seem very interesting and of use to Kesslan... beyond certain point would not wish these things unless is only way for Kesslan to survive. Enjoy natural touch, sight, smell of world too much."

Desmond glances up as the sound of a minor disturbance reaches his ears. Having worked here for a time, he's grown somewhat sensitive to the ebb and flow of the general din. His eyes flick to track Tu'ul, though for the moment he responds to Kesslan's words. "You mean to replace much of yourself with bionics?" The big male's eyes flicker to Kesslan then, concerned. "It is good you think of more radical replacement as a last resort. I occasionally see Cali. If I see her before you do, I will ask her on this." His eyes will lift again, tracing Tu'ul's path to see that no trouble manifests.

Tu'ul turns to catch Desmond's eye as he feels Desmonds gaze rest on him, feeling his feelings of duty. Tu'ul abandons thoughts of obtaining a drink at the bar and instead heads to Desmonds and Kesslans table, recognizing the shape of Kesslans mind from a previous encounter. "Greetings.. Is this seat taken?" He asks gently, speaking Kesslans own tongue, his eyes on him.

If Desmond's shift of attention had not gotten Kesslan to look over at Tu'ul, the fact that the being not only approaches but also speaks to him yet again in his own language certainly would. And so it's with some pleasant supprise that Kesslan shifts over a seat to make room for Tu'ul, responding in his own language 'Of course, you may. I would speak with you if you would be willing. I did not have time last we met for introduction, and further more, I wish to know how it is you know the language of the Pantherans? I have not ever before met one who actually understood my language on this world.' To Desmond of course he can at least make out what is said thianks to the translator after a while, though it's still choppy and impresises. A few times some of the words fail to translate prompting errors from the ultimately simple device. Incapable as it is of handling complext words from pantheran to englihs and back. Largely due to a lac of a proper database for all the words. "Is one Kesslan has perhaps mentioned to Desmond? This other speak own language." He says with some supprise in explanation, though it's perhaps rather reduntant for him to say, yet he feels it's only polite to do so.

Thankfully for Desmond, the translator is there. He gets the gist of what both say, nodding towards Tu'ul for him to sit as he likes. The big feline is in a calm state of mind at the moment, though curiosity is obvious to senses simple and extraordinary. "I remember you spoke of this one, yes," he replies to Kesslan, his eyes shifting to regard Tu'ul with an appraising scan. "Join us, I have no doubt Kesslan has much to speak with you on." For his part, Desmond lifts his eyes slightly, giving the bar one last look before his attention returns to the two at this table.

Tu'ul inclines his head towards Kesslan. "I speak your language Pantheran, because I speak all languages. Any language, written or spoken, from any race from any existance. Language is simply what I do. What my race..... Does." He says both in Pantheran and again in American for Desmonds benefit. Tu'ul looks at Desmond, "You told him of me?" He asks, simply curious that mention of him is getting around.

Kesslan inclines his head to one side at that "How is this done?" he asks in his own language, trying to understand "Is this a sprit gift shared by your people?" Of this he means of course something of a magical or psionic nature. A concept only starting to be understood on a semi pesudo 'scientific' level the way it is here on Rifts Earth by his kind. And in the end the words they use for it remain crouched in a sort of spirituality or religion. "Have you met my kind before?"

Desmond casually shifts his stationary pad towards himself, casually covering it with his palm. "Yes, Kesslan expressed a desire to speak to you," Desmond confirms. There is a flicker of concern within him as he palms the stationary, veiling the words written on it. Though it is a light, passing as he gives due attention to the two at his table. After his simple response, he falls to listening, picking up bits of Kesslan's query via the translator. Mildly interested in the nature of the odd being's linguistic prowess himself.

Tu'ul shakes his oversized head a few times, glancing between Kesslan and Desmond, judging simmilarities and disimmilarities. "Aside from yourself Pantheran, I have never met one of your kind. And our gift with languages, is I would venture to guess it is a combination of our psychic prowess as well as instinctual feel for the structure that all language is built on... whether communicative, or simply informative, such as Mathematics. All Rulians can do it, we simply must hear another being speak for a few moments and we can speak thier language as well." Tu'ul explains as best he can.

Kesslan this explanation nets more curriosity from the pantheran, but he holds it in check for the moment "I see.. this is.. different but a boon none the less. Perhaps I may seek your assistance in the future in learning the language of these people. For I wish to be able to communicate with them in my own words." he pauses his ears flattening in a slight sense of embarasment "But where are my manners? I am Kesslan Osefice, Born of Clan Rasharr, taken by Clan Atorian, captured and claimed of Clan Jarr-Kath. Gifted to the Grand Council for military service." he offers in way of formal introdcution, seemingly expecting some sort of response from Tu'ul. In the pantheran's case his introduction isnt quite formal, rather a semi formal first time introduction. The full formality would go considerably more in depth than he had.

Desmond nods his head once to that and opines to Kesslan. "It could help a great deal. I would offer, but I am no teacher on such things. I would not know where to begin." He shifts his eyes to Tu'ul and states, "That is a potent skill. No doubt you will find much use for it here, there are many beings from many different places." A casual thought given towards that, though with little emotional content. However he picks up on Kesslan's offer of introduction and gives the same, though without any formality at all "I am Desmond."

Tu'ul nods to both of you, unfamiliar with Kesslans introduction customs and he returns both of your introductions with a simple. "I am Tu'ul.. and my services are yours should you need them Language, and lore or my area's of expertise.." He tells you both, then repeats Kesslans introduction in American for Desmonds benefit. "I had been looking for employment utilizing my skills, but none is to be found. At least one who looks as I do." He says evenly.

"Perhaps if you speak with either Zaphod, Kalvin or Kelley you may find such employment. There is allways a place I would think for one with your talents somewhere. Though I understand, being non human myself that it is sometimes... difficult to find employment simply based uppon apperance, race or some other factor. Perhaps I may be able to help you find such work." Kesslan offers "Even if only so that there is at least one in this place that I may speak with without need of such machines." he says indicating the small translator.

Desmond muses both the translated intro and the offer of services from Tu'ul. "I will remember this, though I have no pressing need in the now for either. But I don't imagine that will always be so. My own talents are far more physical." Not that such a thing is hard to see at a glance when it comes to the big feline. Kesslan's suggestion gets a nod from Des and an agreeable, "It will be pleasant to be able to share words directly with you, Kesslan. I can understand better how difficult it must be, my own newly learned writing is very.. difficult past basic concepts. It can be frustrating when I cannot fully express what I would like to in the written word."

Tu'ul nods his head toward you both again, "I am not sure if I can be of any use in teaching.. as most of my languages are not learned but instinctual, but I can attempt to assit you both with learning a common language if you like. "He says his tone still even, the being apparently unable to replicate the emotions he feels from everyone around him.

Kesslan nods at this, understanding and accepting "But you can tell me what the word is in another language for something else can you not? For example how to properly say in english what this..." he looks around the establishment a moment trying to find something before settling on a rack of beer mugs "For those cups over there for example could you not? THough this would take time I could perhaps in time, with your aid learn the language of these people. Granted the translator can aid in this but this is not as accurate as knowing the proper languages."

"Your offer is kind, but I am determined to lean this on my own," Desmond replies to Tu'ul. "I have taken it upon myself to learn this and have done well thus far." A light sense of pride in that accomplishment. "And I learn in a favorable way, though writing to one special to me. Surely it will take time to complete, but I am resolved." There is where his emotions get a bit tangled and his eyes stray to his pad of stationary. Only briefly before he nudges down said emotions, returning his focus to the two before him.

Tu'ul nods to Kesslan, "When I am available, assuming I find my sought after employment, I will translate for you Pantheran." He reassures Kesslan, and settles himself in the chair for a moment. "It is rather cumbersome to be the subject of so much predjudice.. simply for an other than human appearance." Kesslan nods to Tu'ul "Truth in this. But you will find that many more races than humans do this. Though I think perhaps Humans and those like them are the most notorious for it. At least within my own realm of experience. There is another race extremely similar to Humans called Atorians. They too are like this. Though they at least see a use for other races as... subserviant to them. They do not deal fairly, and with much dishonor and lies."

Desmond shakes his head slightly. "There is far worse than you can find here. The humans of the Coalition are far more intolerant. Violently so. Here there is some acceptance, even if it is not perfect." The mention of the Coalition brings about a low, dull throb of dark hate. Something 'old'. Pulsing once deep within before it is quiet again. Not a flicker showing through the neutral mask of his expression. He shifts his eyes to Kesslan and states, "The more I hear of these Atorians, the more I dislike them. They seem similar to those I spoke of. Though one might think the prospect of slavery is worse than that of death."

Kesslan hrmms "The Atorians command many worlds, they conquer all before them. It is their belife that all females are superior to males, and their entire society reflects this. Ontop of this, perhpas rightly so they feel their race is superior. Certainly their technology is far superior to any I have seen before or since. Even simple things such as hoverbikes as one finds here, are crude mockeries of what I have seen from the Atorians. Not that they share such things with others. Their empire is said to be over a thousand years old from an interstellar viewpoint. Their race as a whole older than this. Certainly far more ancient than my own by any measure. They do not however seem to completely kill out another race. Rather arrive with promises that they rarely deliver uppon and with an aim to conquer those people they find to expand their own empire. Perhaps they plan in the end to kill all other races when they are done, perhaps not. I know not of their true intent."

Desmond listens to Kesslan's words on the Atorians, picking out enough to understand via the translator. "A strange people.. and dangerous," he states simply. Then he looks to Tu'ul and explains, "The Coalition is a power that lies not too far from this city. Humans run it and a very select few non-humans are allowed to serve them," Desmond states to Tu'ul. "All others are considered dangers and are summarily killed when encountered. They believe in the superiority of the human race and believe that all else should be exterminated. Fortunately they have many enemies which allows a place such as this to exist. Were they not so distracter, there is no doubt this place would have been destroyed by now. Their military power is considerable."

Tu'ul nods to Desmonds explaination, feeling the dislike and subtle vibes of distaste eminatting from the Feline. "I have no desire to see my new home destroyed. I don't think I like the intent of these.. Coalition." He says quietly. "I apologize.. I am being summoned. I look forward to our next meetings Kesslan and Desmond." He says his head turning rapidly to glance at the door. He stands smoothly and slips away, his head visible above the crowd.

Watching the strange D-Bee depart Kesslan cant help but wonder what else may lay in store in the future. However his attention returns to Desmond, and of course he's now once more forced to rely entirely uppon the translator. BUt it was at least a nice thing to be able to speak in his full tongue with another for the first time in well over a year. "This Coalition sound much worse than Atorian. But perhaps is almost just like Atorian. Do not know enough of either to tell truth."

Desmond shakes his head slightly. "I know not which is worse, but both are a danger to be avoided in the now. The Coalition being the greater danger in that case." He and Kesslan are still at that table, still discussing various matters that drift by. "Personally I hope that the weight of their combined foes will eventually grind them down. Perhaps the only benefit to their presence is the stability it brings. But the price of that stability is high for those who do not follow their beliefs."

Hayate enters the establishment via the main door, the tiny asian man slipping through the crowd as easily as if they were not even there. He spies Desmond through the crowd, being that it's hard to miss the huge Cat-man. He walks in near perfect silence up behind the feline, and touches his shoulder gently. "Neko-san.. How are you?" Being across the table from Desmond, Kesslan likely notices Hayate first once the man seems to appear out of nowhere. Instinctively the pantheran's hand has one of his NTI-02B's unholstered under the table. THough as the greeting winds out being a friendly one it's descretely slid back into place. The pantheran's ears perking up slightly as he regards this latest arrival silently.

Desmond shifts his attention toward Hayate when he nears and touches him. The big feline reacting steadily, likely in part due to Kesslan's own brief warning before the touch. "Hayate," he greets the small juicer evenly. "You may sit if you wish to." Offering with the sweep of his hand along with his words. "I am very well," he adds to answer the question. "I trust the same is true for you?" his other hand remains planted atop the pad of stationary at his side, veiling the red/gold paper casually.

Hayate smiles at the reaction, and he looks at Kesslan, shaking his head ever so slightly, as if he knows what the other catman was doing. Feirce green eyes flick over Kesslan to judge him, then back at Desmond and he sits down, easily dwarfed by the other being. "Neko-san.. I apoligize for my abrupt depature the other day, but had other things to attend to urgnetly. Perhaps we can do that test that your ma... erhm... That Katsumi desired? As she seems to trust you."

Kesslan continues to silently study Hayate, though one thing that is not silent is the quieter murmuring of a mechanical voice in an alien tongue. One that translates what Desmond and Hayate are speaking to the D-bee seated across the table from Desmond. For now it seems Kesslan is content to simply listen, not wishing to interrupt Desmond.

A slight frown comes to Desmond at Hayate's aborted word. The big male completing the aborted word easily, but leaving the slip unaddressed. "She does, as I do her," he states simply. "If you have the time to devote, then it would be a good time to gauge your talents." A pause as he looks toward Kesslan. "If you have no further things to speak of for the moment, that is. In fact, if Hayate does not mind it, you could accompany us to view if you have such curiosity." The big male glancing back towards Hayate on that note.

Hayate smiles easily at Desmonds word, knowing he caught the slip up. The small juicer flexes his shoulders, the plastic lines marking him for what he is moving with him. He turns his head to Kesslan, awaiting his approval, staying silent but for the simple words. "You can come as well, if you like."

Kesslan perks his ears up at this, not having any idea what this is all about but he's got little else to keep him occupied "Jawhar-qir sorut-ash." "If such is not minded." he says, his translator speaking in a flat mechanical tone to translate his words. His attention turning fully to Hayate "I am Kesslan Osefice, Born of Clan Rashar, Taken by Clan Atorian, Captured and claimed b Clan Jarr-Kath, gifted to the Grand Council in military service." he says by way of, for him, semi formal introduction.

Desmond allows the two to make their introductions, stating, "I must give word of my absence. I will return shortly, then we may go." The only explanation he gives before collecting up the stationary pad and pencil to take with him as he turns and heads towards the back of the tavern. Passing through one of the doors there.

Hayate nods and flashes a small smiles to Kesslan. "You are welcome to join us Kesslan, it is a pleasure to meet you." He says bowing his head. "I am Hayate Ryuu.. of Japan." He says, a far simpler and breifer introduction that Kesslans, but then.. Hayate is a simple man.

Kesslan nods, not bothering to ask where or what this Japan place is. Knowing he'd probably not really understand anyway "Is friend of Desmond?" he asks via the translator of the juicer. Regarding the man with some degree of curiosity. Seeming unsure exactly what he should say, ask or even do at this point.

Hayate considers for a moment. "Yes.... of a kind." He says reffering to thier potential business relationship regarding a para military unit of some kind. He looks over Kesslan opening studying him, unsire what to make of the D-bee, having never seen anything like him before.

Kesslan flicks an ear "Of kind? So is not but is on friendly term with Desmond?" The D-bee asks, seeking to clarify this relationship between Desmond and Hayate. "Or is something else?" he decides to add after a few moments.

Hayate frowns slightly, "Yes.. freindly.." He responds, nodding to reitterate his words. As simple an explanation as the juicer can make.

Desmond returns from the back after some minutes, both sans his stationary and sans the light armor he's taken to wearing whilst on the job. He returns to the table, soon followed by another man. This one a juicer of larger proportions than Hayate. "I am ready to depart. I assume the Gym's sparring room will be suitable for this exchange." Glancing toward Hayate as he asks this. The juicer that follows Desmond pauses nearby, perhaps waiting for the others to vacate the table.

"Ah, this is good." The Pantheran says somewaht needlessly. Or perhpas simply expressing his outlook on the whole thing. As Desmond returns and expresses his desire to head to the Gym, Kesslan stands and nods to Desmond "Will go." he says simply.

Hayate nods to Desmond, looking at the other juicer accompanying him, but disregarding him as a baseline juicer, not one such as he. "The gym is acceptable.. However.. my talents are more broad range to be demonstrated in a fighting ring." He tells Desmond, rising from his chair and heading for the door.

Desmond nods his head to acknowledge Hayate's words, then turns to lead the way out of the bar. The juicer, who is indeed your average sort, takes Desmond's place at the table, watching the bar for trouble. "Then perhaps you can explain such as we go. I will relay the information to Katsumi." Outside Desmond glances side to side as he starts to move away from Moe's. Neither rushing, nor taking his time in this.

Kesslan follows, quietly and politely. Wondering what all this is about, but failing to ask. Figguring that what ever it is willb e shown in due time.

Hayate looks at Desmond, taking in his feline features and his size. "Katsumi demanded a test of prowess.. mine against yours as she regards you in the highest esteem Neko-San. The first will be a demonstration of pure speed. I'm quick, and willing to bet you are as well." The small asian man says gently. "A race from here to the gym." He offers.

Desmond pauses at that, turning to face Hayate as he offers this manner of test. "She trusts me. And we have sparred before, thus she knows my skills," he confirms. "We have tested pure speed before, but I am a swift runner." Again, something stated without the lilt of boast. It simply.. is. "If you wish such a test, then I will be accommodating." He looks towards Kesslan. "I know not your speed, but in either case we can all gather at the gym and continue once we are all there."

Kesslan nods "Continue ahead then. I may be swift of foot. But I do not know how I would compare to the two of you for I have not seen." He explains regarding boh Hyaate and Desmond. Thought the latter first "If I can I will keep up otherwise I shall meet you both there."

Hayate nods and turns toward the street leading to the gym. His body surges with the flood of chemicals invading his system, sending him into a blur, running at nearly fifty miles an hour for the gym, dust stirring up in his wake!

Desmond nods once towards Kesslan and turns in time to see Hayate preparing. He does the same, though once the small juicer gets going, it will be clear that, while Desmond is extraordinarily fast by human standards(35), the juicer has a substantial edge. Of course, Kesslan himself might note that, a few moments after the start, Desmond's speed suddenly doubles, the big male just barely keeping pace as he sprints full out. Though that's a limited burst of speed, unlikely enough to last all the way to the gym, which would lead the big male to fall behind. Still, he goes apace without giving up.

Kesslan on the other hand in the end decides not to bother attempting to race the other two. For it's quite clear to him early on that he's unable to match the pace of either. Indeed he's perhaps never even seen such speed before from others. Certainly only from a rare few at best. He isnt exactly a slowpoke by normal standards, but he still comforms and is limited by those normal standsards.

Hayate races in through the luckily open doors of the gym, leaping up and over a very surprised pair of wrestlers on a mat and zipping through into the sparring room. He slows to a stop before ramming the back wall, a grin on his face as he feels the drugs thumping through his bloodstream, slowly subsiding. He's turned and is leaning on the ring when you both arrive, jogging back to get there.

Desmond will enter at a slower pace, slowing to walking pace as he draws near the entrance to the Gym. The run has left him winded, despite his endurance and he moves through the gym at a walking pace to allow himself to cool down before he arrives at the sparring room itself. Approaching where Hayate waits, the big male nods. "You are extremely fast." Simply declared, another truth. "I trust speed and maneuverability are what you specialize in."

Kesslan arrives considerably later, having decided against running here. Rather strolling in somewaht casually. Not the least bit sweating for the lack of exertion on his part. He does however eye Hayate and Desmond with a certain increased sense of respect for their ability to run so quickly. But he simply nods to them in greeting when he does finally arrive.

Hayate shrugs at Desmond. "I'm a juicer.. we're all quick, Some make me look like I'm running backwards." He says simply. "My specialties are speed and remaining unseen... I can kill without being seen, and be gone before the murder is even detected." He says evenly, no trace of gloat or bragging in his voice.

Desmond nods his head once as he and Hayate discuss such matters. Not at all bothered by the smaller man's choice in terminology. "While I don't truly know the nature of the mission we're going on, I suspect that it will be largely stand up combat. However, it is good to know that you have talents with stealth. I have had some training in that as well." When Kesslan arrives, Desmond turns his head to greet him with a look and nod. He'll take the liberty of divesting himself of his light weaponry whilst they wait, along with he jacket, bundled up and set aside in preparation for the contest.

Kesslan likely doenst catch the intial banter between the two, given how much later he arrives. Still, he moves to find himself a place to watch what ever this contest is. Keeping a polite distance and a silent vigil over the sparring match to come (or perhaps even under way by the time he's there). Hayate nods to Desmond, flicking his gaze to see Kesslan enter. Returning to Desmond, he smiles. "I have training with a firearm.. but I prefer blades and an empty hand." He says gripping the ropes of the ring and pulling himself up and over the boundaries, flipping once to land on his feet in the ring.

They will wait for Kesslan, as he stated. Desmond steps up onto the edge of the ring, then over the ropes in a more casual manner. "The same is true for myself, though I have some training in long distance marksmanship with the rifle." Casually swapping areas of expertise. He faces off with Hayate and states, "We shall spar until I am satisfied with our comparison. Pulled blows, as this is not a test of power. I think that we need few other rules for a fair contest. This suits you?"

Kesslan settles in to watch, his presence for the most part now only noted byt he chattering of his translator in his own language. Given that he's not involved in this showcasing of skills, he has little to add or say to the ongoing conversation when he arrives. Still.. curriosity keeps him here. If nothing else it never hurts to know the ablities of others about you.

Hayate offers Desmond a bow, and he takes a half a step back, settling himself into a combat stance, hands open and at the ready. "Agreed.. no power blows.." He says, and he flits in, hands testing Des's defences!

Desmond had his eyes on the juicer, though he'd not bothered to take a stance. Kesslan would note the big male holding a judicious respect towards the juicer. When Hayate darts in for a quick beginning, Desmond snaps up a quick sweep of arm, deflecting the testing blow smoothly. "Good." Simply put, even has he blocks.

Desmond responds to Hayate's strike even as he's blocking, snapping out a swift, straight thrust of the heel of his palm. He's quite fast for a being without obvious augmentations, the thrust accurate and, despite his restraint, likely to sting. As his size might suggest, he's quite powerful(Augmented PS 41) and those knowledgeable with fighting styles could tell his own style is not made for holding back. But he does his best and that Hayate is a juicer should make for a blow that does little true damage if any.

Kesslan watches on as the fight begins to unfold with some interest. Though it's perhaps slight at best. Afterall he has no stake in how it turns out, and not only that but his own area of experise is really limited to ranged combat. Leaving him with little if any skill in actual hand to hand combat. As such he can only at best understand some of the basics at this point, recognizing various moves and blows. Noting the skill they are delivered or avoided with.

Hayate moves to deflect the counterattack and is simply not fast enough, taking the strike in the upper chest, just above his bio comp. The force drives the small juicer back on his heels, but he's back and limbs flying as he keeps the contest going, a leg flicked up to catch Desmond in the side of the knee with suprising power (augmented 23)

Desmond shifts his stance as Hayate kicks out at his knee, presenting his thigh instead, angled to let the kick glance away with minimal damage, pivoting with the shift in stance to dip slightly and thrust the opposing elbow towards the man's midsection.

Hayate takes the blow hard in the chest, same spot as before, and he stumbles back against the ropes, the blow having hurt that time. "It seems my luck is not with me today Nekosan.." He says moving in to try yet again, a high kick flicked out aimed at Desmonds waist.

"But your skills are good," Desmond states, notably impressed with the raw speed and accuracy the juicer shows, freely audible in his tone. Still, Desmond is on his game and a tight in arm at his side absorbs the force of the kick, his stance solid. He snaps forward then, bulling towards the smaller man in ram into him with that lowered shoulder.

Hayate Shrugs as you charge him, one deceptively strong arm snapping out to deflect your bulk and allowing the much smaller man to evade the brunt of your charge. He spins to face you and takes advantage of your continueing motion, attacking you from behind! Hayate rolls... __

Desmond slows his charge in the same moment as he turns, lightly shifting his stance. Though not quite quick enough to deflect the strike at his leg, taking a firm enough hit that he drops to a knee to save his balance. The position used as he snaps a forearm up, firmly driving the length of it upward slightly towards Hayate's gut.

Hayate smiles as his foot contacts Desmonds thigh, driving the bigger being to the floor. He moves in to attack again, but receives forearm to the gut for his efforts. "You fight well, Neko-San." He says and flicks another leg out at you, to catch you in the chest this time.

Desmond attempts to roll back away from the blow, though it still catches him. He grunts lowly, using the force of it to aid in a full backward roll, the big male flipping back onto his feet in a low crouch at the far end, lifting his hand to indicate a pause then as he rises to his full height. "As do you, Hayate. I think that is enough.. your skills near match my own. I will report as much to Katsumi. She will be pleased, I suspect." Hayate senses the end of the combat and he relaxes his stance, bowing to the large feline. "Know also.. that my skills are focused on remaining unseen and unheard.." He says simply, knowing there is likely no time to give a demonstration.

Kesslan having been silent untill now Kesslan finally aproaches the ring. STill silent and a little lost in thought as he tries to finish his mental assessment of both Desmond and Hayate's fighting abilities on his own. He does eventally however decide to speak up. "Fought well both did." he notes

"I will state as much as well," Desmond assures Hayate. "I suspect we will compliment each other well." A pause as Kesslan comes forward to give his assessment. "Thank you," Spoken with a light gratitude. Then back to Hayate. "Your participation will be a great asset." With that he slips over the edge of the ring's ropes and drops down near where he left his bundled items. "Is there anything else you would tell me?"

Hayate smiles and flicks his gaze from Desmond to Kesslan and back. "Yes.. don't look for me. I'll find you." He says cryptically, turning to walk away, his movements graceful and smooth.

Kesslan watches Hayate depart, only stating once the man seems to be out of ear range "That one seem to be.. strange. Is this due to these things that such types put into system? Have hear of these 'Juicers' but does not understand process."

Desmond looks up from unwrapping his items to glance towards Hayate as he makes that cryptic statement. "Very well," he replies back, considering the departing human for a few moments before he unfolds his jacket and pulls out the shoulder holster. He will then glance towards Kesslan when the smaller feline speaks and replies, "I cannot say, I know little of the process his sort go through and what effects it has, save that it is said to shorten the lifespan greatly."

"Does it? Then why would on do such? There is great benifit in the process to make up for this shorter life?" Kesslan asks somewhat perplexed. Frowning even as he tries to figgure out why some one would go to such lengths. Desmond slips on the shoulder holster and dips his head towards the direction that Hayate took. "His speed and power is the benefit. The process.." He pauses, considering how one of the bouncers at the bar describe it to him once. "The harness he wears feeds substances into him when he is to battle or to exert himself. They push his abilities past what they were before. It is a heavy price to pay.. too much in my view. But it is the choice of each male as to his path." Simply accepting Hayate's choice in that, even if he doesn't particularly agree with it. The shoulder holster firmly strapped into place and tightened.

Kesslan frowns slightly "I see. This is perhaps a good reason to some. Such as those who go to Cyborg. Such is big price too I think to pay. But then perhaps for some it is difference between life or death. And some would choose life at any cost." he muses. "But indeed each choose own path."

"I know not, but surely some simply enjoy the power, despite the sacrifices in changing themselves," Desmond muses. "It might be worthwhile to ask him later on this. Though not all are forthcoming with the details of such things. I know not if he would be secretive or not." A pause as he gazes at Kesslan. A curiosity rising ahead of his request, "You once commented on our respective prowess. Now you have seen mine. I would hear your thoughts on the subject now that you have, if you would give them." Picking up his utility belt to strap that sucker on. Kesslan perks his ears at that request, going silent yet again "Is hard say. Have not fought against. Cannot tell difference between Kesslan skill and Desmond skill. But think perhaps that Kesslan could not beat Desmond in fight if in sparring close combat. Ranged perhaps. Kesslan is good with gun but not knife or hand."

Desmond nods as he considers those words. "Though trained in the use of guns and long range marksmanship, melee combat is something I consider a specialty," he muses. "If you are very good with your guns, then I would suspect we are, in this way, mirror opposite. I would think that would make the two of us a good team. Diverse in the strengths we might bring to a battle."

"Perhaps. Time will tell us which is true perhaps. Consider self good marksman however, with pistol or with rifle. Or even with weapon have not seen before. Took almost no time to get used to new wepaon from Atorian, or here. Much is similar but there is.. perhaps instinct behind this too that is beyond normal." Kesslan explains "But again, time will perhaps tell."

Desmond seems satisfied with the response and nods, picking up his jacket and slinging it over his shoulders. "time will tell many things." he pauses at that, shoulders rolling slightly to settle his jacket comfortably. he then breaks from that reverie to focus on the smaller feline. "What would you do now, Kesslan?"

"Do? What do you mean do?" Kesslan asks "After now? Go home suppose. Not have else to do. But have much to write about should journals some day make it home. More information to give people that would let them undestand waht is beyond our own world."

Desmond cants his head slightly to one side. "I meant in the now. A question such as that will usually be focused on the now. Or the near future." He consider briefly before he adds, "You once spoke of something else.. it has been some time, this I might not remember properly. You hand intent to show me a traditional drink of your people. To see if such was safe for me, I believe."

Kesslan ahs "This drink? Yes. Could. Would be safe for Desmond. Or, at least version that can get here. Found one who would make such that is similar. Uses blood of animal boiled down with spices. Some have similar flavour to homeworld, and here is not poisonous to Desmond and others. But true version would likely be such as I understand." Kesslan responds "If you wish, have some in home can share. Perhaps some day will learn to make for self but for now must buy."

Desmond considers the potential idly. "I have never drank blood by itself before. I have developed a mild preference for meat ever so lightly cooked. But I am willing to try it. Is this drink alcoholic?" Curious rather than concerned at the prospect of this. His eyes shift from Kesslan as he considers the are about him. One last sweep for any possessions before he looks to the smaller male and nods. "You may lead on."

"Some version can be yes. Most are not ment as such. But as..." Kesslan pauses trying to think of how to best phrase it "Is as if meal supplment. Have noursihment not otherwise get for such as I." he explains "Is also done for ceremony. Sometime different type of blood sometime different spice. Not quite sure all differences, I do not cook."

Desmond nods his head once to all of that. "I have some skill in meal preparation. So much the better to fend for oneself in the field. Perhaps I can aid you in the creation of this supplement, with any knowledge you hold of how to create it." Offered as they go out and head to Kess' place.

After leading you to his rather simple trailer Kesslan opens the door, allowing Desmond to enter first. "Is not much, but is home." he says by way of explanation "Desmond is welcome here when ever wish. Though is perhaps not much of place to share."

Desmond steps in when the way is opened for him, the railer a bit cramped to one of his stature. But he voices no complaint as he moves inside, eyes drawn almost at once to the writing on the walls. Indeed, he will move over to the nearest set of scrawls to examine them. "What are these writings?" Asked casually as he considers them. Obviously unable to read them.

"Is.. sayings. Reminders of home." Kesslan explains, moving over to the one in question, reaching up to point out the symbols as he does so "This is for strength..." he shifts his hand further down, pointing out an area that to Desmond likely apperas completely blank unless he can see into the UV "This is for wisdom in all thing." shifting further down "Pacience." down the list he goes, reading out much like one would expect from say.. some japanese writings on one's wall. Each has meaning, one for each virtue a warrior would be expected tohave. Though it is soon apparent as he traces out the lines with his claws for Desmond's benifit that some are not like the tohers. For for those unable to see into the UV spectrun some lines either end early, or are simply not visible.

Desmond feels he is missing something, those UV parts invisible to his sight. But he finds more interest in Kesslan's recitation of the meanings. Nodding his head occasionally as they are spoken. "Again, I find myself intrigued by your ways," he rumbles lowly, head turned to gaze toward Kesslan. "Is is customary to have them written like this? Or is it as a personal reminder or something similar?"

"Among various caste yes. Warrior and Enforcer caste especially. THough for enforcer caste is more of justice, of base clan laws, of virtues fitting to such caste. Each caste has set sayings. Sometimes if one, such as myself have been part of multiple caste some will keep sayings of all past caste as well, in part as reminder of what was once. Not all do this of course, but I am what some would consider a traditionalist in a way. I wish to keep such things for it is what tradition would have. Is also good reminder of home. Of past parts not wish to forget."

Desmond nods as he turns his eyes back to the writing.. the parts he can see. "It is hard for me to truly understand that feeling. In truth, I have no people.. no traditions like this. Even though you feel removed from your home, your people, you still have a memory of belonging. Of a kinship that is.. more." His brow furrows as he leans back slightly and turns his attention back to Kesslan. "I have known no such thing in my life. Perhaps that is one reason I find your people so interesting.. it represents something that is alien to me. Yes.. I think so."

Ears perk up at this news "So then Desmond relaly have no such people? How is this that Desmond not have others of own kind? Not have culture of own? Allways when have met others of intelligent race, all have some past. Some history of own people. How is this that Desmond not have such of own?" the pantheran seeming genuinely curious about this. For he does not know of the CS and it's breeding of mutants for shock troops.

Desmond considers what he should say to this, regarding Kesslan for several long moments. Finally, he decides to be upfront. "There are others like me, but we do not have the same depth of kinship that your people have. We are.. made beings. I was a creation of the Coalition. One of the nonhumans that serves them. Or served them, as I no longer look to their ways. I have no true family and those who were made as I was have no deeper kinship than the mutual means of our creation." All of this mentioned without a flicker of emotion. It is what it is and he seems to have accepted it on some level.

Kesslan's ears perk up even more at hearing this, then he looks away ears drooping "Is sorry. Did not know this. Have... not heard of such a thing. Fiction only to my people such at thing is..." he says trailing off as he once more looks up at Desmond "Perahps in time your kind will develop it's own culture. Just too young now as race created or otherwise. This is..." another uncomfortable pause "A shame."

Desmond huffs out a low breath and shakes his head slightly. "I know not. If such a thing happens, it will not happen within my lifetime, surely. Nor will it easily happen while those few of us that are made are controlled by the Coalition." He reaches out to pat Kesslan's shoulder firmly. "But do not let this diminish your spirits. It is what is. I will simply forge my own path as I have since I broke away. Decide upon my own traditions.. my own honor."

Kesslan nods "Is good that Desmond decide this then. Set grounding for others of own kind in future yes? Set example for others who would think to follow should such come to pass." Kesslan says softly, returning the pat himself and then perking up a little more once again "But.. should get drink as promised Desmond." he says turning to head down the small corridor to the kitchenette area. The trailer isnt terribly big to be certain, even for Kesslan. But it's at least a place he can call his own. The pantheran opening the fridge and pulling out a clear glass bottle with some dark redish almost gelled substance inside. This he uncaps, and sets into a pot after he fills it with water, then placing the setup on the stove top to warm. "Will take few minutes before is ready." he explains "Is ment to be served warm. Better ment to be served fresh from kill. But this cannot do untill Kesslan know how to proper prepare so is safe."

Desmond seems somewhat taken by the concept of setting the groundwork for others of his ilk. It visible enough in the furrow of his brow. He mulls this as Kesslan goes to begin preparing the drink, Desmond drifting towards the small kitchen area a few steps, pausing before he gets too close. "I'm in no hurry. LIkely I will seek my own rest once we are done here." Then he is quiet again. Mulling that concept brought up. "I do not think I am the sort to set groundwork for others," he opines. "It seems somehow wrong for me to think toward defining such strictures.. I am not so wise as that. Not so perfect."

Kesslan chuffs at that, a slightly ammused tone "None are Desmond. Not Kesslan, not Atorian, not Coaltion, not Pantheran Grand Coucil. But is all cumulation of many who have been and gone. Desmond can still try to do part if such is desired. But such is not the path of all either." he says, pulling out a small stirring stick as he begins to stir the contents of the bottle. Slowly turning it from an almost solid gel to something considerably more liquid in nature. He pauses to crank the heat up just a little more, keeping a close eye on it all "Either way Kesslan will not judge Desmond on this. Is only suggestion."

Desmond muses further as he watches Kesslan's tending from a short distance. "I think I will concern myself with things that are of the now, first. You, Aimee, the bar.. these things will occupy me for a time. If other things are to be, they shall come. Yes.. I have heard one say that greatness is often thrust upon those who do not wish it, rather than grasped willingly. For something such as this, I would think it better placed upon one than grasped at by them."

"Perhaps. But in all case Desmond still set precedent in own way even without meaning to. Others will no doubt some day hear of things you have done. Perhaps not truth of matter but they will still hear some part. Take this as example of thing to do or perhaps not do. In so doing Desmond will unwittingly guide others like Desmond." Kesslan suggests mildly, slowly sloshing about the contents of the bottle, taking it out of the pot carefully and pouring some of the nwo hot water in before putting the bottle back into the pot to continue warming. Using the stir stick to help rehydrate the congealed contents. Slowly but surely it's starting to look like a drinkable substance. The smell growing. Hot with blood.. yet hints of sweet spices.. grasses perhaps. Faint, but still present as a definate additive.

Desmond lowers his eyes, musing the words given with care. In the end he can only shake his head. "I think this same applies. It is a matter of living life and letting what will come appear as it will. I honestly cannot think too deeply on these topics. Though your words do hold wisdom. In the end, I must allow things to come as they will. For now, there are more important things." His head turns, scanning over some of the nearby writing on the walls. Lingering a few moments before the smell of the warming drink truly hits him. His nose tilted upward slightly as he sniffs the air. "That smells pleasant," he comments.

"Good.. this show sign then that perhaps Desmond will like this. As said this is not quite traditional but is closest Kesslan could work out with other who live nearby that match what Kesslan is used to. Adaptation on part of other but Kesslan think they do good job with this." he adds, stirring around the contents a few minutes longer, adding yet abit more water before apparently deciding it's good and ready, turning the stovetop off and getting out a pair of small bowls. Pouring some of the now thick redish brown liquid into a bowl for Desmond. Not too much though as he offers the bowl to Desmond "Try.. see if like first." he suggests.

Desmond moves closer to take the bowl when offered. He is quite curious, though he takes his time. Considering the consistency briefly before he lifts the bowl to sniff. A closer sample of the smell it gives off. Deciding that neither is displeasing, he lifts the bowl and carefully takes a taste of the contents. Lightly with a flick of tongue at first, then tilting the bowl to drain what was given. Lowering it as his eyes lid and he focuses on the taste of it. Blood doe snot disagree with his tastes, even if he doesn't tend to drink it straight. The spices an odd addition, but not unpleasant. "Strange.. but favorable," he decides after careful consideration.

Kesslan holds up the bottle then in offering "More then?" he asks, manners dicating of course that one serve one's guest first. Besides it's hardly like even a bowl full would tempty the bottle in one go. Though it's not huge either. "Is something find others of predator race seem like as well. Thropo too like this. Mantella likely would as well but Pantheran version is.. not good for them. Is poison as owuld likely be to Desmond. Perhaps something like this would be better appeal to their sort though not sure if I really care. Never like Mantella."

"Why do you dislike the Mantella?" Desmond's question given as he holds the bowl up and out to receive a more substantial helping. It doesn't really matter, at that moment, that he has no idea what these other races even look like. "I would assume these races are not friendly to you? From how you speak of many of them, they seem enemies." Once he has a second helping of the odd, but compelling mixture he will be lighter about partaking. Starting with a smaller sip from the bowl as he awaits Kesslan's answer.

Kesslan pours more for Desmond, and then pours some ofr himself in the second bowl, setting the bottle down on the counter top as he leans against the counter in question. "Mantell are like Thropo. Vicious. But unlike Thropo do not seem have same sense of honor. Thorpo brutal yes, but have honor. Have code. Stick to this code. Mantella simply violent beings. Have not met one that this was not so for." he explains "Were Pantherna to have met Mantella on equal ground, would likely be enemy indeed."

Desmond nods his head once to that. "Violence without the guidance of honor is a thing I dislike to see," he rumbles thoughtfully. "It is strange.. I feel I could ask you questions of your people, the things you have seen and known for hours. Indeed, I have already, have I not?" He muses that as he drinks from the bowl slowly. After, "Perhaps because I have no such tales of my own.. no deep history to gaze back upon. Like a hole to be filled."

"And you would find I do not mind to answer these questions. Think if such were possible you could find place among Pantheran easily. But alas this would be a large problem uppon Sirev itself. Perhaps if more spread to other worlds then this can some day be so. Place such as this where is safe for others without need of constant protection from all thing." Kesslan muses, pausing to take a sip of the blood based drink himself, eyes closing as he savours the taste. "Give time Desmond too shall have tales to tell, if not of own people then of deeds done yes?"

Desmond muses those words quietly for a few moments, the bowl lifted to sip again. He then says, "I find the idea of being amongst your people intriguing. I honestly cannot think of what it would be like.. though surely I would stand out quite sharply, unless many of your people are as large as I.. and my coloration. They would not care about such things?" More thoughtful that concerned on the topic. "Not that I draw such a question from my experiences with you. But amongst most there is some level of intolerance, even if it is a minority who might feel this way. You have been very open to me, which I an grateful for."

Kesslan shrugs slightly "Does not think so. Curriosity about Desmond certainly. All pantheran share same... colouration as Kesslan, so Desmond would stand out in this alone if not else. There are some large as Desmond however. Few.. but some. Mostly among spirit touched. Most are much shorter as Kesslan is. But would accept so long as one acted honourably. This was why Atorians were first welcomed. Offered friendship, offered much. Gave initally but held back in end, broke promise in end. Untill this point Atorian were not judged." "It sounds.. nice," Desmond decides, lifting the bowl to drink again, considering the little left before he lifts the bowl to finish the rest, taking his time after in savoring the taste. Yes.. not bad at all. Swallowed and the bowl lightly laid down. "Nice, but that is another thing for the future. In the now, I am glad to have known you, Kesslan. A curious thing it is, all that I have come to find in this city. Things I had thought I would never know again."

Kesslan nods, finishing off his own dirnk and glancing over to the bottle "Wish more?" He inquires, though there isnt a whole lot left but since Desmond seemed to like it, it seemed best to offer it since there was allways more where it came from given enough time "Agree.. Kesslan too has found much in this place that had not expected. Is different place, less civilized than what would have expected in some way. But is good place regardless of this for most part. Dregtown is perhaps mostly only exception but even here there is places that not so bad."

"No thank you, for now I am content," Desmond replies. Yet, as Kesslan speaks of other things, Desmond seems distracted. "Yes.. the city is interesting. But I was more thinking of the people.. like you for one. And.. Aimee." He frowns slightly before fixing his gaze on the smaller feline. "I am conflicted.. something has happened and I feel the need to speak of it with.. someone. But I have promised to keep it to myself for now. It is a strange feeling.. this desire to speak.. to even shout out this thing that has happened." His agitation tangible in the slashing swat of his tail and the flexing of his fingers, the tips of his claw poking forth o occasion.

Kesslan nods "Is understood, and Kesslan will not speak with other should Desmond feel must speak of these things. Though perhaps best that a secret promised to be kept is done so as much as one desire not to." he pauses weighing the this unspoken thing as best he can, turning to the counter to re-cap the bottle and push the pot of heated, and now cooling water further back on the stove where it wont be accidentally knocked over and can be used later. "Is something for Desmond to decide uppon this however. Sometimes is not so bad to break promise but can be as well. Hard thing this is to judge."

Desmond gives it thought and shakes his head slightly. "I feel, perhaps, that it would be better to share with you. If only to sate the need to speak that wells within. Already I have come close to speaking of the wrong thing in public and I would trust you to speak not of it if I told you. Yet.." He considers Kesslan carefully. "Perhaps this news will not please you. I do care for your feelings in this.." Conflicted now.. uncertain.

Kesslan perks his ears at that news. "Please? Perhaps, perhaps not. Would not know if it is not spoken of. If this is something that involve Aimee.. understand and have allready accepted that what Kesslan may desire come pass between us, I cannot have. Perhaps not entire stop from try or suggest time to time. But is not something that would let come between us. As said before, desire Desmond as friend if cannot have as more than this. Desmond has been good friend to Kesslan and I do not wish to loose this."

This seems to soothe Desmond enough to speak. He leans against the counter that is part of the kitchen area and states, "Aimee has come back to me." There being a great rush of emotions in that simple phrase. "I do not know why.. not for certain, but.. it was strange, how it came to be. I do not yet understand, but I am thankful for this. But.. I cannot let others know because she does not wish to tell Kelley yet." He shifts his eyes to Kesslan. "THis I understand.. you know of the mission we are to take, to stop the attack of those strange robots. He and I are going.. she did not wish to tell him this before we go.. to leave him out of sorts over it. She will tell him after, she has said."

Kesslan nods in understanding. Granted he could be abit happier with the news but he doesnt initally say anything to this, simply accepting the information as it is presented "Is perhaps for best this is. Think perhaps can understand how this came to pass however. When last Kesslan met Aimee, when was speaking with Desmond in bar and Kelley was there. Kelley.. not understand feelings of Desmond and Aimee it seem to Kesslan. Not understand how Desmond would react way he did. Not sure why this is but Kesslan understood Desmond reaction. Understood Aimee reaction. Understands or at least try to understand actions and reactions of others. But Kelley not seem to see these things same way." Kesslan explains frowning slightly, ears drooping a little "Seem pacular sort. Perhaps is one of these who think we not have same feelings as others. Not know. Follow only really for Kelley and Zaphod offer Kesslan work which Kesslan need."

Desmond frowns faintly, recalling that incident. "Perhaps.. perhaps this is so. I had come upon her before this most recent development. In the apartment she held before she went to live with Kelley. We shared time together that night. Talking. Her thoughts were towards determining what she wanted from life. What she needed. Perhaps that is when it started." His brow furrowing as he considers. But in the end he can only breath out in a huff and shake his head to clear such stray thoughts away. "Perhaps I will ask her in time. The important thing is that her love has turned to me." A pause as the open pleasure in that declaration gives way to concern. The big male considering Kesslan carefully. Recalling his prior words. "You may accept that what you seek is impossible, but.. I still do not say never. But before I can look to other things, I must know what is in Aimee's heart.. must know what our relationship will be between us. Kelley did not understand, but I do.. from personal experience. You will speak to me if you ever feel what I have felt, yes? I do not wish you to be silent on this."

Kesslan shrugs "Does not relaly undestand what relationship between Desmonad nd Kelley is.. or was. Even now heart says would offer you bed here, self even to Desmond should you so desire. Suppose in part offer such even now as mention. But.. as said. Not wish come between Desmond and Aimee. Not wish to break this thing up between you both. Known for long er still that Desmond have interest in Aimee and Aimee seem to have returned intrest in Desmond. Accepted this." He explains "As said previous, better that one who is loved is allowed to choose their path than one try to limit the other. For to do so is not sign of true love. That such is not allways returned is simply how thing in life are. The strong must simply move on and hope for others perhaps. Or failing this at least try to take comfort in friendship with others. In honesty Desmond have offered Kesslan more in friendship than had truely hoped at start."

Desmond moves around the counter and places his hands on Kesslan's shoulders, gazing at him intently. "You are an honorable friend, Kesslan. I will see where Aimee and I go. I have considered if there would be room for another, though I would be careful in speaking such to Aimee now.. not when we are just beginning again. But I will seek to know her.. to learn the truth in her heart and what she would embrace. Perhaps she might embrace you and what we might share together. If nothing else, know that I embrace you and welcome your friendship." And then the big feline does just that. Not so intimate perhaps, but it will be an unrestrained hug, that is close, lingering and warm.

Kesslan nods, sligltly, not in the least fighting this hug he's pulled into. One he even leans into, nuzzling as he does so into Desmond's chest with a slight purring. Eyes closing and treasuring at least that little brief bit of contact. "Understand this, and still speak truth of word. Would not wish to cause break between Desmond and Aimee." he says tilting his head back to look at Desmond "Is perhaps however best not to speak of such a thing. I understand that these humans do not feel, or think as we do. That perhaps they would not understand. This I can accept for is better to have happy relationship then perhaps none at all. And Kesslan would wish for Desmond and Aimee to be happy."

"Aimee is not as many humans are," Desmond assures Kesslan. "I only fear how she might feel if I were to lay with another. Not who that might be. Perhaps I am wrong in thinking so, but I do not think she will be upset beyond that possibility. For now I give you this, Kesslan. It is the least thing I could, to express my acceptance of you." The big male will give Kess a firm squeeze before gently releasing him. "A small thing to give, but then I am used to not having the means to give all that I would to those who I think deserve it. So it was once with Aimee."

Kesslan nods and returns the hug, briefly, but no less warmly. "Understand... perhaps then. Is that Aimee would feel Desmond does not love Aimee as much as say? Rather than simply trust what see Desmond say and do to prove that such caring is still there for Aimee?" he asks pulling away slightly from Desmond once the hug breaks. Seeming to indeed accept Desmond's word on the matter. "As said before.. would not wish come between Aimee and Desmond in this. Can find contentment in being friend of Desmond if this is all that can be." he reassures the larger male "Would nto also wish to risk potential friendship of Aimee. For as said before, AImee seem as one who I could respect. Not know for sure yet, but think this peraps is so, especially as Desmond feels the way he does towards Aimee. Something in common then there must be as there is something in common between us regardless of what it may be."

"That is what divided us before.. a misunderstanding of that nature," Desmond replies. "But.. we did not know each other as well then. I did not realize how important she was. What was mentioned before of love and loss.. it is a true thing. I had to lose her to truly appreciate her. To be forced to face what I had not looked to before. It was life a fire that burned away a veil across my eyes. Forced me to see.. to learn." The big male rambling on as he tries to express his thoughts. A pause as he resolves back on topic. "I would not test her trust again until I am sure she will trust. I would not blame her for a lack of it so soon. It is mine to show myself worthy of her trust now. Which I will do. And when a time comes, I will speak with her on you. To see what will be."

"Perhaps, in some time. It is best instead that Kesslan speak to Aimee of this. Let Aimee know and understand me first. Aimee is friend to Desmond. Is friend also to other friend of Kesslan. So then I should perhaps try to be friend to Aimee as well. See how Aimee react to Kesslan." The pantheran suggests quietly, his attention now fully given to the problem at hand. Focus shfing with such intensity as it seems to do rather often these days every time he runs into a problem "Have not Desmond ask these thing of Aimee, but rather Kesslan ask permission of Aimee."

Desmond considers this angle and after a few moments, he nods slowly. "Yes.. this might be better. To know her.. to let her know you, then to ask of her." There is open approval in his expression as he states, "I will leave it to you, then. Though if you have any need of aid.. or advice, you should ask. I may have an offering for you on this." He glances towards the window, considering the time. "For now, I think I should go and seek rest. There may be much to do tomorrow. I would bid you farewell for now, Kesslan. May we speak again soon." Kesslan nods accepting Desmond's statement of having to go. A friendly bump of his head against the other, larger feline as he moves past to open the door for Desmond, flimsy as it is. Really the simple fact that he's radioactive and lets it be known to the others in the area is what keeps his place as safe as it is. And even then it's no real guarantee. "Shall do this then. When next have chnce to speak with Aimee.. will speak with Aimee. Let be known Kesslan wish be friend of Aimee. Then in time, if seem... safe to say will speak of feelings for Desmond. Will ask Aimee if feel this is good or not."

Desmond follows Kesslan to the door and pauses to receive his words. Nodding, approval of the simple course of action an easy thing to give. "Be well. I will see you again," He rumbles, giving the smaller feline a pat on the shoulder before he moves out of the doorway, ducking his head on the way out. He will go without a glance back, striding steadily out of the trailer park.

Kesslan will on the other hand stay a moment by the door, watchign Desmond leave before turning with a slight sigh, closing the door of his trailer and locking it. And in the end ultimately seeking the solace of sleep that he suddenly finds he too, so badly needs right now. Plenty of time on the morrow and days yet to come for things to work themselves out....

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