Feb 03 10:30:16 106 PA
From Chronicles
Raleigh's Retreat is a group of small apartment buildings that occupy the area of a city block or so. They are laid out in the shape of a big square with a parking lot and small park that features a few swings for children and a grassy area where people can socialize in the middle.
The buildings themselves are generally brick and the whole area is kept very clean with the lawn mowed nicely and all is well upkept. Every apartment has a balcony or fenced in private area on the ground floor and BBQs and other such things are quite common with delicious scents often wafting through the area.
The apartments inside are all double bedrooms and quite spacious, with a decent sized kitchen and a half decent bathroom. Most of the rooms have decent views of the rest of the city except for those on the south sides. They are a good deal cheaper, but unfortunatly one must look out at the smoke of the industrial district and the decay of dregtown just beyond.
A soft hum signals the landing of an electric hovercyle and two riders. Parking to the side Tirzah shuts down her ride and waits for Sage to stop clutching her for dear life and disembark. Though it may not be apparent to Sage Tirzah was fully away of the cycles capabilities for the entire ride over. Which is why they made it here so fast as the clouds let up a bit in the mid mourning.
With little place to sit, Sage has assumed a strong grip on the other woman to ensure that she doesn't fall off during transit. The exercise of holding on for her life seems to have pushed her thoughtfulness off to the side for the time being. With all too much eagerness, she pops off the hovercycle. "Finally..." She says, deciding for the discomfort of the ride that she'll make Tirzah trail her towards the door for a change.
Having been at work, Caliopa is walking back, her head bent, her face serious. Dressed for work, her coat is on, and her hand is wrapped in one of the cleaner cloths she keeps lying around in the garage, in that it is not entirely black with oil. She is making her way towards the flat the two share, deep in her own thoughts.
The young Sebastien Dubois stands outside his -- wait. A leather vest flaps loosely over his otherwise bare chest, black with red metal studs, while underneath a scant crimson thong vees sharply over thigh-high boots of the same color, flashing slits of pale flesh between. On his head rests an old cap, sharp and stiff, bearing a death's head. It looks CS issue. Come to think of it, is that even his apartment? Tirzah would know the difference. Apparently, it belongs to the delectable Miss Monique. The young man knocks again, rocking back and forth on the low heels of his boots, ignoring the stares gained in the hallway and the catcalls hooted through the corridors. He gives a dismissive wave to a whistle, and leans waaaay over to peer through the peep hole the wrong way, his rump swaying as he tries to discern if the woman's home.
Once Sage is clear Tirzah can swing her leg over to dismount as well. Taking a moment to collect her keys and remove her helmet. She follows after Sage seconds behind shaking her still slightly damp hair out. resting her hands in her pockets she finds the remote she was very peculiar not to forget and grins mischievously as she follows behind Sage. She's too distracted by her nefarious plans to notice Sebastien just yet though.
Knowing the way well enough, Sage pauses only briefly at the door to make sure it stays open long enough for Tirzah to reach the opening and keep the door open for the other woman's entrance. She begins to make her way towards her room.
Caliopa does, however, see Sebastien. She stops dead, forgetting her hand and stares, opened mouthed. She stays like that for a long moment, struck into silence by the image of the man, her lips parted in surprise, eyes wide. Then finally, with a shake of her head, her cheeks scarlet, she speaks. Perhaps a little louder than intended. "SEB!" She covers her mouth with the uninjured hand, then lower, "Sebastien, you oughtn't to be out like that... not in public. Are you locked out?"
Alistair steps out of his apartment, looking just a touch sleepy. Until he hears Caliopa call out that is, and he looks Sebastian's way as well. He also goes through the staring thing. He opens his mouth to say somehting, but Caliopa has already said all that needs to be said. "You can hide here for a moment" he opens the door to his place.
Sebastien jumps as his name is shouted at him, hips thrusting forward to look up and spy some alien impersonating Caliopa. Obviously a very red humanoid species. "I am not trying to be dressed this way in pub-lic," he declares, his red vest swaying over crimson thong and matching leather thigh-highs. "I am trying to be dressed tis way in there!" He punctuates 'there!' by pointing finger-guns at the door and thrusting his hips at the closed portal. "Either she is not home," he notes, "or she thinks keeping her door closed is the wiser choice." The young man's eyes narrow, though he shakes his head to send hair sweeping about his face, grinning back at Caliopa. "She must not be home. Who would refuse to open their door for this?" e swings a leg out, cowboy-style, and spreads his arms as if to say, 'come and get it.'
Tirzah would. She gives the display of public indecency a brief review as she follows Sage. But quickly decides it a threat to public sanity. Drawing on her link inky darkness coalesces about Sebastien to protect the public view. Good thing vixen wasn.t here. That would make things direly pandemic.
When the flamboyant man comes into view, Sage's gaze considers the man before she can register what she's seeing. She makes a brief disgusted noise as she thinks more of the man's antics than any potential physical attraction. She tries to find something else to look at, but its quite the spectacle. It isn't until the darkness comes to conceal it, she's able to breath easier.
Caliopa is almost scarlet by the time Sebastien speaks to her, and she is staring in almost helpless shock as he grins at her. The final pose is enough to make the blush spread across to the tips of her ears, standing staring at him blankly, her mouth opened, her hand held in front of her, forgotten. The darkness that falls breaks that spell and she shakes her head, blinking slowly. "I... reckon I'm seein' things." She mumbles, staring at the darkness.
Alistair had thought Sebastien needed help - obviously. And then, obviously, Sebastien demonstrated that he didn't need it. Alistair turns red too, though it's slightly more than embarassment. He moves past Sebastien and towards Caliopa. "Excuse me" he puts himself between the two as he aproaches her, and reaches for her hand. "Hi" he smiles at her, calming some.
Sebastien blinks as the corridors appears do darken, eyes cast up in one befuddled moment to see ... the lights aren't out? "What the..." he breathes, right hand flailing to brush fingertips against a nearby wall, before waving his arms before him, trying to find purchase on something, anything about him that might explain this coalescing night. Suddenly he bursts from the great maw of night, wild-eyed and airborne, hands clawing at the nearest available person -- Alistair. "Get away from it!" he yells, "The fog, it is daywalking!" Leather and warm flesh press close as Sebastien nearly wraps himself around the hapless blonde man, fingers bodily grabbing as he tries to drag the civilian away from the growing, unnatural night!
Tirzah shrugs, pausing to explain the darkness to Caliopa. "I censored him for public safety move along before he figures it out." She suggests, knowing an audience only makes Sebastien worse. Then he leaps free clutching Alistair and she sighs, exasperated. Gently but insistantly she tries to pull Sebastien with her into the darkness which she can see fine in. "What crazy brained french lunacy are you one this time?" She asks him, little patience while Sage gets further ahead.
With the minor commotion and a use of magic out in the hall, Desmond's curiosity is piqued. Thus about now is when the door to his apartment opens. Though not directly on the scene, as he must walk to the corner of the hall and turn it before he comes into view of the scene. His eyes flick about, taking in the unnatural darkness and the obvious.. something that goes on near his sanctum. "What goes on here?" A firm rumbled query, his eyes flicking to the currently visible parties arrayed before him. He's casually dressed, but without his jacket or his boots, the smell of baked goods slow to follow along after him and linger on his person. Of course, then his eyes rest on Sebastien and that simple, neutral expression of his shifts, a slight frown and sense of bemusement coming tot he towering feline. What goes on indeed.
With the strangeness of the events in the hall, Sage isn't quite sure what to say but collects herself to stop near her friend and flatmate. "Hey..." She says softly, looking over to Ali as the scantily clad Sebastien jumps out the darkness. At first, surprise registers on her features before she begins to giggle uncontrollable. Yes, the young knight can be funny at times too.
Caliopa isn't listening to the explanation as Sebastien launches himself at Alistair. She squeaks, covering her mouth with both hands, jumping back to press her back against the wall. Her gaze is fixed on the quasi-naked man clinging to her boyfriend, her eyes startled and wide. "Al!" She speaks his name quickly, finally unfreezing enough to move to defend to hapless man, lifting both hands, to shove Sebastien off him. "Get off! You ain't right in the head, Sebastien! Ain't normal, climbin' all over folks!" Her cheeks are flushed, giving the appearance of a kitten turned tiger suddenly.
Slowly a voice will start to be heard outside of the apartments. One raised to be heard, to project outward with that singular purpose in mind. Chanting words in a steady rhythm. Over the next few moments it will draw nearer and nearer, though will as of yet remain indistinct.
Alistair's eyes go wide, and he tries to get free, "What are you! -" and then Caliopa starts fighting Sebastien off as well. This whole thing is incredibly confusing, and some probably amusing struggle continues until said voices are heard. Alistair stops right where he is, blinking. "Uh?"
The young Sebastien takes a shove from the engineer, waving back at the lingering night with a baffled, 'it's right THERE!' sort of expression on his face before he's pressed back inside by the petite form of Tirzah. He relaxes with the redhead so close, apparently acquiescing to her mastery of the elements, mouth opening and closing as he tries to think of a useful explanation. His face goes from confusion, to deep thoughts, and presently he just smiles. Te young knight dips, lips swooping in to kiss Tirzah. Hard. But as she can see it coming, odds are she escapes unscathed. Being in the center of things, he's the last to hear craziness descending from afar.
Somehow, be it Sebastien's momentum from Cali's push, her distraction, the motive of the chanting outside Tirzah does not avoid the kiss. And in fact is caught in its reminissing embrace for longer than she'll ever admit. When she does realize what's going on though her knee jerk reaction is quite literal in jerking her knee up a Sebastien's barely covered groin. Disgusted with Seb and herself she steps out of the darkness before taking in the final result of their brief reunion.
Desmond flicks an ear towards the voice, but for the moment the strange scene holds his interest. He glances first towards the nearby doors, then back towards Seb as the scuffle starts and he gets shoved and drawn back into the darkness. Though as Des' eyes follow he and Tirzah, they loose focus as one might when unable to see. With no one answering him, his mild state of displeasure lingers and he steps forward. "This is hardly the place for this.." He seems to have no word in mind for this.
As she begins to recover from her giggling, Sage can only watch as things unfold. People push Sebastien, Tirzah goes into the darkness with the man. Then, she remembers seeing one of Cali's hands all wrapped up. She turns her attention away from the darkness to her flatmate, "Did I just see..." She says, as she looks to see a sign of what she caught out of the corner of her eye.
Caliopa turns towards her flatmate at the sound of her voice, her face startled as she meets her gaze. "Uh?" Then the penny drops and she holds out her hand. "Burnt it. I was weldin'." She explains bluntly, the redness showing around the sides of the oil stained cloths. At that, she obeys the look on Sage's face and moves towards their apartment, to get it cleaned up in private. She glances over her shoulder, looking for both Alistair, and the source of the other voice.
"The darkness will fall, the dead will come when the light elf comes!" An outcry that reaches far and wide as the owner of the loudly raised voice nears the front of the apartments. Not readily visible, but sounding male.. and perhaps a bit unhinged at the vocal edge of his shouts. "He comes, closer and closer! Soon he will be here! Repent your ways, repent your sins. Stand for judgement, he comes, he comes!" The words repeated, chanted like a gospel by the owner of the voice. The edge of hoarseness to it suggests he has been at this for some time.
Alistair blows a breath out as he hears the preaching and turns to follow Caliopa quickly, noting the attention paid to her hand. He waves at Sage also, and he refocuses on said hand once more. The girlfriend is injured! Call the cavalry!
Sebastien's met with success! Well, as much success as he ever had. The strangled cry he makes is followed shortly by a loud thump as he crumples to the floor, a wave of nausea making the room spin as he coughs messily in the hallway. He begins to worm his way back towards his apartment, picking up speed as he goes. A cup. The man needs a cup!
Having extricated herself from Sebastien's unwarranted advance Tirzah follows after Sage to give her goodbye. "I'll catch up with you after work hun." She offers as Sage Caliopa and Alistair depart. And then, still some time before she starts she decides to go get a closer look at these anointed followers of light.
With chanted voice is heard, but there's not much that Sage intends to do about it for the time being. Her main attention is on her flatmate. She glances back to Tirzah with a look that could mean anything. Then, she's moving into the apartment. She'll tolerate Alistair's presence if necessary.
Desmond steps towards the darkened area as people start to disperse. Good. Seb, however, needs at least some seeing to, it seems. The big feline will reach down to lift the man up, not all that gently, with a hand lowered to grip each shoulder. The doing isn't hard for his strength, should Seb not struggle overly. The goal to set the man on his feet, of course. With Desmond's disapproving gaze in full force. Full out disapproval is rare for him, but it happens.
The owner of the voice, for there is but one, passes by a nearby hallway without coming down it towards the people there. He's commonly dressed, if a touch dirty and disheveled, his eyes a bit wild as he repeats those same words again and again with rare and minor variation to them. He doesn't even glance down the hallway, moving on through the building to spread his message.
The young Sebastien doesn't put up much of a fight, but does wobble towards the doorknob to swing the door open, nearly falling on his armor rack as he begins kicking at his boots, trying to work his way into his riding armor. With extra groin padding. May come in handy! Sebastien tries to cough his testicles out of his lungs again, rubbery legs making the chaps hard to slip on, but he's had a lot of practice as he gives the occasional petulant glance over his shoulder at the tremendous glowering feline. "...What?" he finally asks, lacing the riding armor on over his crimson thong.
Tirzah finds the behavior of the messenger more than a little odd. I mean any respected harbinger of doom has a flowing black robe and a torch. Stepping into his path ahead of him she makes firm eye contact and watches his reaction.
Desmond looks towards the sound of the voice briefly, but once he's determined what it seems like, he loses at least some of his interest, instead returning his attention to Seb. Disapproving indeed. "That you must ask that says much," he rumbles in reply to the man's question. "You dishonor yourself with.. this." He's still not sure just what it is that Seb was up to, it is clear, but he's drawn conclusions. "I have before been accused of being.. what is the word.. a 'tomcat'. I wonder if, perhaps, those who would say such things were looking towards the wrong person."
The man comes up short for a moment, startled briefly by Tirzah's sudden appearance in his path. His words pause for a moment as he blinks at her. But he reorients after a moment and tells her, "Repent, girl. The end comes and all will face judgement. Is your soul pure or is it the fire for you?" There is some madness in his eyes and, though he asks the question he seems uninterested in the answer as he immediately starts to try and move past, to continue.
Sebastien finally gets the chaps in place, grabbing the breastplate to wriggle into that with more ease. He's not quite dead yet! "Tell me this;" Sebastien's muffled voice emerges from the armor before his head emerges, arms slipping free so he can tighten the straps that hold it snug under his arms. "Was it after the robot invasion, or the giant man-eating, talking Tyrannosaurs plaguing Laramy, or the fall of our neighbors to the Coalition that you gave up caring about how people die and started caring about how they live?" Sebastien reaches for his belt, from which hangs that oddly-shaped alien sword, ad begins buckling it in front of him. "When was it that you started caring more about what hangs between my legs than the fog that drives people insane, the murderous gangs in the dregs, the army of the undead? How can a man with your abilities who does not help keep people alive dare speak about how they live?"
Tirzah regards the man thoughtfully considering his words. She appears to give them honest consideration before her reply. "My soul had been linked to fire all my life. How might I repent?" She asks him, her curiosity strong enough to mask her guise. Alistair has arrived.
"I have my priorities," Desmond rumbles deeply, his steady expression remaining level through Seb's questioning. "Perhaps I do not raise arms as I have before, but do not think I do not provide solace to any. The club that I and Aimee run provides some balance to those frightened by the events that transpire in the now. A place that they might forget their trouble for a time and keep some sanity. That is one of my priorities." He lifts his arms, crossing them over his chest. "Judge how you wish, but do not think to deflect judgement from yourself."
Currently Tirzah is speaking to the man who has been ranting aloud and he pauses once more when she addresses him. Not caught up enough in his spiel to miss her, perhaps. He stares at her for a moment before he tells her, "I cannot tell you this.. you know your soul.. you know your deeds, your mistakes and sins. Search yourself, girl. Search deep to know your own darkness. And cast it away! The end comes! Only those who truly repent shall escape the darkness to come!" He turns then to start away again. "Beware! The elf comes and he brings darkness!"
"Judgement," Sebastien scoffs. His palm falling to rattle the sword in its scabbard, he walks uneasily out of the apartment, and swings the door shut behind him. Shoulder-length hair falls about his cragged, scarred face, softening the impact of the deformity as he stares down the hallway at Tirzah with his blue eyes. "All sorts of beings have come to this city, Desmond. Some of them are like humans. Some of them are not. I try to judge them by the ways in which they hurt one another, to strike a peace and no more. Morality is subjective. Death is not. This is more pure, I think." He lifts his wide-brimmed hat to place it on his head, staggering past the feline to come up nearer Tirzah. All the while watching that oracle of doom closely.
Tirzah grins figuring its time for some divine intervention of her own. Signalling her aide to reveal itself with a soft sigh she gives a firm look to the man. "I'm afraid you have me all wrong." She starts. "I am a chosen liason to the elemental deities. I am a link of their's to this plane. This is my aide, a fragment on their essence and will. I am a voice of their will, a catalyst. And i repent but them, for no deity is more absolute than the fundamental forces that shape the universe." She replies giving the man a challenging look, interested to learn what his take on that will be.
"One wonders what you would ask of me with your own accusations then, if you see morality as subjective. In that it would matter not that I do not raise blades in the now," Desmond rumbles. His ears flick towards Tirzah then, giving her a firm, but relatively neutral eyeing from afar. But he seems to have, for the moment, no opinion to offer on her own claims.
The man seems unimpressed by Tirzah's words and, already turned away, does not see the elemental. "There is no force before death. He comes to all. He comes to Kingsdale!" he proclaims without a backward glance. He continues to move down the hallway, falling back into his prior spiel. "The darkness will fall, the dead will come when the light elf comes..!"
"Because that, my dear man," Sebastien replies, turning has back unwisely on Tirzah and her spectral helper to better address Desmond, "*is* life and death." He offers a short bow, before turning to better inspect the doomsayer from over Tirzah's head. A frowning, scarred, armed and armored man may be less intimidating than a lady who can call on the enforcers of her God, but throw a crimson leather thong into the mix and who can say?
Alistair steps out of the apartment where he had gone into before, blinking his eyes. "This sounds like a deep conversation. Am I interrupting?" he asks, a little surprised and curious as he looks from face to face. He watches the man who is preaching as well, uncertain of what to make of him.
Tirzah shrugs, her aide dissolving back into the air as she concludes he's just crazy and not her responsibility. Walking casually back to her hover cycle she mounts it and fires it up. She had to go to work, and rinse her mouth out, and try to erase what happened from her mind. She shakes her hair out before putting her helmet on, giving the area one more scan.
"Everything is life and death in this world," Desmond tells Sebastien. "Would you put this to every able bodied person who could fight if they do not? Or only those such as myself?" Casual questions asked before he looks towards Alistair. "Not so deep," he decides. "But is there something you would have to say, if you seek to interrupt?"
The man doesn't pause, seeming to dip back into his general state of unseeing fervor as he continues to wander through the apartment building. Which he will do for perhaps a few minutes more before he finds an exit and takes it. Assuming none molest him.
"Everyone," Sebastien declares, frowning as he watches Tirzah slip away without a word. In a lower than conversational tone, he murmurs, "but not all would need fight..." His pace hastens, breaking into a heavy-booted jog down the hallway, calling out, "Old man! You, scaring the children! Wait!" He finally draws near and, if the man continues to rant without turning, will lay a hand on his shoulder. "What elf?"
Alistair was indeed about to say something, apparently to Sebastian, but then he goes off after the old man. Alistair looks to Desmond then. "Actually ... a private matter, Sir. But this might be interesting too" he indicates the old man. "So, whenever you might have a little time I would like to speak with you." Tirzah ascends to the city cruising altitude and heads off, going to work.
"Then there is no need that I fight. Skilled I am, but no one person tells the tale of a battle," Desmond rumbles simply, his acute hearing easily picking out the softer spoken words. He then looks to Alistair and nods once. "In a moment I will hear your needs, but this should be seen to." He will follow Sebastien, letting him confront the man first and, for the moment, keeping back to reduce his loom factor. The results can be unpredictable in people.
The man pauses when he is touched, his attention shifting towards Sebastien again. His eyes unseeing for a moment before they focus on the man. Even then, he stares at the younger man in non-comprehension. "You have not had the dreams? All have had them. The light elf in blue. he comes and the end of all comes with him. You should see it.. this.. all this is his work." His hands motioning about him broadly. His voice lowers conspiratorially. "You will see.. he will come and the dead will rise once more.. more than can be fought. A wave of death will cover all! Repent your wicked ways, boy.. you have little time left." And every word he utters is spoken with a complete and total belief.
"I have seen the dead march," Sebastien agrees, nodding at that. "The lesser of them I've burned where they stood. But ah, this elf." He speaks, a small smile touching his lips. "I would like to greet him by name." The young knight's head droops, the brim of his hat and te sweep of his hair obscuring his features, shrouding all but the smile lacing is words. "Is it that you know him? Does he have a sigil to bear?"
Alistair nods to Desmond, and follows along, moving up next to Sebastien. He smiles brightly at the man, and asks, "My apologies Sir, but why did the elf do all this? Seems like an aweful bother, and - oh ... " he pauses to think for a moment, "Well ... how do we stop him?" Pretty blunt he is, but in short it's the quick way if the man knows anything of use.
Desmond decides to not add his voice to the chorus, but does remain watchful and discreetly poised. Seems a touched individual to him. Could be problematic. But other than his usual straight expression, he remains quietly neutral, but ready to act.
"He is Death, if you would speak to him. But better if you should come face to face that you kill him! For the better of us all!" the man cries out, his voice lifting again. But then it quiets and he glances between the two men. "If you can kill him, for how does death die? Such a question is asked often by thinking men, yet not even those who lived before the Cataclysm could find the answer." He smiles at Alistair, a simple and patronizing smile. "You cannot hope to understand the motives behind such a force. Would he think like we mere mortals? No.. no, I say. You both waste your time with such thoughts. Kill some of his minions you might, but every one cut down replaced by two more.. no end to them.. how long can you last? Any of you? Better you look to yourselves and your sins. Prepare for the hereafter, for those who are unworthy.. death is not the worst fate for a man." He shivers slightly as he says as much.
"The thing that I like most, about this world?" Sebastien breathes softly, his voice caressing the air. "Even Death must play by the rules. Gravity draws objects together. Fate pulls them apart. And the will of men to know the universe shows them a light that can banish any darkness. I will take a name, if you have it, and set you free if you do not."
"Death is part of life; it is a process, and it is natural. Someone claiming to be death is not ... that" Alistair explains, "And it isn't always necessary to understand motives, merely to know them" his brows hike up a touch, "As well as his goals. You could have said that you did not know instead of trying to be rude though" he smiles a little sheepishly at the old man.
"Can you not see? His mind is damaged," Desmond rumbles, a hand lifted to motion towards the man. "He speaks nonsense.. there have been powerful dreams.. frightening ones that seem to have taken a toll on him. This man should be taken to the KEC before he does something to harm himself or others." Though for the moment he won't yet take hand in that.
The man glares at Desmond, his words seeming to spark anger. "Madness indeed. Madness is to deny what comes." He sweeps the other two men with that glare. "You waste my time.. there are those that need to know. Those who do not understand. That you do not understand. But you will know." He turns away from the three, voice risen again to shout out his rant, seeming to draw new fervor from his encounter with the three. THe halls fairly ring with his shouting.
Sebastien narrows his eyes at the old man, and releases him. Maybe just because that's the opposite of what Desmond suggests. "Spread the word," he wishes, grinning at the prophet of doom. Stepping back, he wipes the hand that touched the man on his chaps as if to clean it of the slime of madness, stepping back towards his apartment with a newfound spring.
"Yes but..." Alistair's brows hike up a touch. Desmond is right, and Alistair moves to try and herd the man outta here. He's loud and people are probably trying to relax or something! And he needs help, too. "This way Sir" he smiles, "Besides I think the Elf might be nice if someone offers him a cut of tea."
Desmond glances at Seb as he seems intent to let the man go. "You speak of life and death, then allow one who could cause much death to roam free," he says towards the knight. Or so he sees it as he turns and moves to help Alistair. Though his idea of help is to bodily lift the man. For one of his strength, such a thing is not so hard as it is keeping the man under control should he struggle.
The man will fight. Punch, kick and bite, though he's of no signifficant prowess over the average norm, thus with two such individuals seeing to him, his departure is a certainty, though his shouts will not stop, even if he's dragged on out of the place.
"He hurt nobody!" Sebastien calls after Desmond. "And he warns those who cannot see for themselves!" He eyes the departing pair, muttering loudly enough that the kitty ears might hear, "Nekko-san baka des." Something he may have heard at one point from Katsumi. Or perhaps not. Biting his lower lip, Sebastien disappears into his apartment. Likely swapping for his heavier armor. Just a little more spooked than he was this morning.
"O-Oh" Alistair says when the man is lifted. He'll help control the old man and head on towards the hospital with Desmond. "That is a bit drastic, but the fastest way I suppose" he comments quite innocently. "Please stop kicking Sir."
"When it comes to those who would disturb the peace, I have found a firm hand is often best. I do not see that this man will listen to reason," Desmond states. He focuses now on the man, carefully covering his mouth(and some of his face) with one hand, the other arm keeping him restrained tight against the feline's side. Letting Alistair handle the legs as he can. The man will find Desmond will ignore his biting. Not feeling or simply bulling through the sting of it. Better to spare the neighbors the noise. He makes his way out, fully intending to carry the man away to the KEC. Perhaps get him some help.
