Dec 28 11:41:47 105 PA
From Chronicles
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Melissa, previously known as 'Minera' approaches the door like a hurricane, the torn toga drawing curious glances from the residents of the Dregs as she storms past. She lifts a fist, hammering on the door loudly, angrila, urgently.
Rath'tklan is not quite immediatly behind Melissa. Indeed, she almost managed to give him the slip there or a bit. Fortunatly though, he has one advantage that she does not: He can fly! Alighting nearby he jogs the last little bit of distance to her, not interfering with the knocking though. Not one bit.
Kid is home for a restful evening. Or so she thinks, considering she's dressed so comfortably, sans any of her trademark excessiveness of dress. Laying on her couch, she pages quietly through a book, a nearly emptied glass of amber liquid cradled against her carelessly. The sudden loud hammering at her door gives her a soft start and prompts a snapped glare of icy malevolence to be tossed at the multi-locked portal. Low curses pass her lips steadily as she shifts the glass aside and stuffs the book under the cushion of her ratty couch before she gets up. She pauses, glancing about for a moment before she goes into her bedroom briefly, coming back with her Wilks in hand. Given the state of things, it's a prudent move. It might prompt more knocks, but she'll deal with it. Easing up to the door, giving it her side profile, she peeks through the peephole. What she sees, including Rath, gives her pause. "What do you want?" Called out through the closed door. She keeps a close eye on both through the little hole.
"Open the door, you stupid bitch!" The reply isn't soft, subtle or polite. "You think standing out here dressed like this is fun? Fuck off, you wanker!" The last, addressed to the hapless neighbour of Kid, who was peeking out of their door to see the fuss. Melissa kicks the door with a bare foot, not too hard, and slams her fist into it again. "Let me in before they get to me too!" She is shivering a little now, missing the Goddess' ability to stay warm in the slightest of clothes.
Kid is a complete bitch. So's Melissa. Rath'tklan is the bastion of calmness in all of this; leaning upon his staff with one arm lazily curled around it. s is their argument. He's interested in the results, but there really isn't much point in making waves by insulting either one. Though his heavily accented voice does drift out from behind his armor. "Considering that we are dealing with a powerful posessing entity with a penchant for particular individuals, it may behoove you to hear what has to be said."
Kid blinks twice at the tirade. That's not unfamiliar, though isn't entirely pleasing. Nor is Rath's addition to the matter. Her voice is tense and not without an edge to it. "What makes you think, if you got people after you, I'm letting you into my place, 'lissa? Especially with you going the fuck off like that. We weren't exactly tight, you and me." A liberal interpretation of the past, perhaps. "What's your part in this, armor boy?"
"Alright, when they get into your head and mess with you before killing you, don't come running to me, bitch!" Another kick against the door, before the angry girl steps back, folding her arms over the scanty toga. "You want to be next, with that thing in your head, living your life for you, go ahead. Be my guest." She takes a deep breath before saying, in a lower tone. "It got both the others. From the band. Dead." Her voice is flat. "Got Tanda first."
Rath'tklan considers this for a moment, and speaks again without raising his voice. He lets Melissa speak first though and raises his hand for calm, indicating one second. "Your attitude may serve you well in many cases; but not this one. This one is not an enamored drudge that is going to beg you for the 'right' to assist you. If it is your wish to end up exactly as your friends did -- dead or insane, by all means, continue. What will it be? It matters not to me, but I should think it is in your best interest."
While Kid scowls at the words spoken, they give her pause. She casually taps the end of the small pistol against her hip, considering. "Fine." Not shouted, but said loud enough to be heard on the outside. Thus starts the unlocking, eight snicks and clicks right down from top to bottom, only five of them visible from the outside. Once the last is undone, she opens the door. But she doesn't step aside at first. She stares hard at Melissa and states, keeping her Wilks at her side, "Don't fuck around, alright? Things haven't exactly been easy for me as of late either and I'm not in the mood for bullshit." Firm, but not as nasty as she can be at times. Then she'll step aside and let them in.
Melissa shoots Rath'tkhan a sidelong look as Kid starts to open the door. "You think she responds better to sweetness and light, mate?" She returns Kid's hard stare with one of her own. "And yeah, life is so much fun for a girl wandering around in a fucking toga." She replies as she walks past, into the flat, giving it barely a glance. "Do I look like I'm bullshitting?" She holds out her hands, displaying the excellent outfit for Kid's inspection.
Rath'tklan once again falls silent. His point has been made and there is little else to add. For a few seconds anyway. "Sweetness and light? Negative. Certain death? Positive." He emits to Melissa, almost tonelessly. "Further, did this one permit 'bullshit' prior to this?" It's hard to say if that is a reassurance or a warning. Maybe a little bit from column A, and a little bit from column B. "Speak your piece, and then I will speak mine." This is to Melissa.
"Just get on with it, alright? What the hell are you both talking about?" Peeved and not at all wanting to hide it, Kid will turn and slam the door closed once both are in, going about her relocking with practiced alacrity. She doesn't reply to Rath's question, just looking at him with a displeased air lingering as she moves back into her place. "Sit where you want, if you want." The limits of her hospitality at the moment as she snatches her glass back up and finishes the last little bit.
"What the hell do I know? I was at Tanda's place, looking around, after she topped herself. Found this helmet, tried it on. Next thing I know? I'm in some guy's house, wearing this! First I figured he was some kinda perv but..." She drops herself onto the sofa, inelegant in that outfit and waves a hand towards Rath'tklan. "He probably knows more than I do."
Rath'tklan shrugs his shoulders and does not sit; tapping the floor briefly with the base of the staff that he always seems to carry. "The available knowledge is slim. Evidence points to an entity of unknown origins and power that has apparently been targeting those known to you. It is contained in an ancient styled helmet, and somewhere an owl fits in to all of this. The owl is presumably intelligent and or a portion of the entity and is now in possession of said helmet. Do you have any knowledge of such things; any light to shed upon it?"
Kid frowns at Melissa, clearly not pleased at the limited information given and what additional bits Rath provides don't seem to help. "No. I haven't seen any of this.." She glances at Melissa. "..or any of the others since we broke up." She pauses after her initial response, considering for a moment before she says, "Heard some word on the grapevine, but that kinda stuff you can't always believe.. Tanda acting strange, but she was fucking strange. Figured it was only a matter of time before she did something.. fatal." The girl shrugs, frowning slightly as she motions casually with her empty glass as she asks, "So what's all this about 'them'? And if you got it off, what's the damn problem. Why'd you put that thing on in the first place?" After asking as much, she moves into the kitchen area, dropping her glass in the sink before returning.
"Because it was there, obviously. You don't think it is a bit weird, having some roman helmet lying around the place, for a girl like that?" Melissa shakes her head, irritation showing at Kid's attitude. "The damn owl grabbed it, flew off. Some friend of the bloke went after it but I don't know if she got it." She shrugs again, glancing around. "You got some normal clothes I can borrow to get home in?" There is a hesitation, before she goes on. "Tanda was on about some people being out to get her before she did it but I figured it was part of the whole mad in the head thing." Unhelpful.
"Beyond that, details are unknown." Emits the assassin. "To use language perhaps more common to yourself, do not fuck with avians or helmets if they are presented to you." And that would seem to be all he has to say. "Is it your wish to be escorted the remainder of the way to your home?" He asks to Melissa.
Kid eyes Melissa. "For Tanda? Nothing is too weird. Or too safe." She glances between the two, then wonders, "So why come to me?" She glances at Melissa. "You know I don't deal with magic unless I have to. Or that mental mojo. And I'm not exactly convinced you're here to warn me just because. Call me paranoid. You have before." She crosses her arms over her chest, not yet answering the clothing request.
"You were always a fucking paranoid bitch, but I figured it got them two, and then me. Only link is the band, so..." She shrugs, rising from the couch, brushing the toga down as she moves. "I heard you were cracking up too, so I thought it might already have you, but I see you are the same as ever." That isn't, from the tone of voice, a complement. "I'm going home, you can look after yourself. I'm going home. No, I don't need you, mate." Rath'tklan still silently lets the others talk, and simply inclines his head in affirmation as his services are denied. He looms there in the meantime. Loom!
"Unrelated complication. Which is handled," Kid murmurs, her expression darkening at being reminded of recent history. But she lifts a hand and states, "Stay here." Without another word, she strides back, down the short hall to her bedroom. Ever locked and only unlocked when she gets there. THe door closed behind her. She'll be gone for a few minutes before emerging. Her pistol won't be in hand, but a few old garments will be. She casually tosses them at Melissa. "Use the bathroom." She looks to Rath then and asks him, "That all you know about this shit? I assume you took her to the elf."
The assassin mutely nods at first, leaning further against his staff; folding his hands over the top of it before speaking. "That is correct. For lack of anywhere else to take her. He was successful in determining that the possession was the result of the helmet. It is this one's concern that the owl may potentially try to drop it on you." Melissa catches the clothes, and ignores the need to use the bathroom, stripping the toga off and pulling the new clothing on with a complete disregard for Rath's presence. "I'm going home. I'll get this stuff back to you, Sa...Kid." She leaves the toga on the floor, turning back towards the door.
"Keep it," she tells Melissa, scowling at the near slip with visible displeasure. "If you hear something else, tell me. I'll see what I can find. Maybe I can get some people to look into this.." She looks to Rath then and wonders, "He got the headgear? Or did it disappear? I figure if he has it, maybe he can find something out about it.. or some other magic flingers I've run into."
Rath'tklan does not appear to notice nudity. Perhaps he is an enuch beneath his armor. "The owl is in possession of the helmet. Hence my statement that it may attempt to assault you and drop it on you physically." He lets Melissa go, for the most part and then offers one comment: "Adequate legs, for a human." And then he turns to follow her out. He's going to escort her home from the shadows, just because Atticus asked him to.
Melissa's route home is unadventurous, if you ignore the usual exchanges of insults with the locals. Rath's following goes unnoticed by the girl.
"Then I'll make sure to keep my armor sealed when I go out for the time being," Kid murmurs, following the two, but letting them deal with her uber locked door. Once they're gone, she locks the sucker right back up afterward, breathing out a low sigh. "If it ain't one damn thing, its another," she murmurs testily. She glances back to her couch before deciding to give up on the book, heading back into her bedroom. Tags: kid, minera tp, rath'tklan
