Feb 19 08:31:15 106 PA
From Chronicles
Alistair makes his way down from the gates, reading from a paper - local news with a flair! He looking up every now and then to ensure he doesn't walk into anyone, and starts to make his way to the edge of a sidewalk, not liking the reduced visibility in this weather. Not to mention how ... it feels.
Early friday morning, no rain, just damp, not nearly enough to keep the crowds at bay. Well except for one section around a lamp post. Devoid of people and merchants, considerately. One lonely lamp post, a slightly smouldering embery entity, and Tirzah, floating to get a good look at the craftsmanship?
Cloak cinched and hood donned against the morning damp, Leonard enters the plaza from the south. Not the best weather for an outing, but perhaps it will change. He is headed roughly north towards the gates, but is does not appear to be in any great rush.
Huddled down at the counter of a coffee shop, face-down and mumbling at the employee, she doesn't seem to be enjoying herself very much. "S-, h'w m'ch l'nger's that coffee gon' be?" Celaeno will ask, before lifting two bloodshot eyes, "It's what you sell, isn't it?" The woman behind the counter gestures to a small counter a few feet away, and Celaeno sidles over, coat pulled tightly around her.
Alistair waves a hand and covers his mouth to conceal a yawn. Passing nearby the ... lamp post, he stops, and looks up, his brows hiking up at the sight. "Hello" he greets politely as usual, "What are you doing up there?" he inquires. Apparently he hasn't missed the out-of-plane floater.
Tirzah looks down to Alistair, looking a little surprised to get interrupted. Understandably considering any sane person would give her current aide a wide berth. "Oh um hello Alistair. I'm checking out the feasibility of an idea I had for our undead issues." She explains as she lowers back to the ground.
Leonard also diverts and slows as he notices those hovering around the post in a literal sense. Once his steps bring him near enough, he tips his head upwards to speak, but his inquiry is pre-empted by Alistair. Her response piques his interest further. "A solution involving a lamp post?" Leonard remains more intrigued than incredulous, his eyes shifting to Tirzah's aide with equal curiosity.
Celaeno mutters to herself about the service, looking rather discontent all around, really. If one were to get close, they'd likely be able to smell the remnants of a night's drinking from a few feet away. After standing for several moments, she turns and snaps at the counter in general, before having the fact that her coffee is already sitting there. Any embarrassment that one might generally feel in this situation is lost on her. A simple, "'Bout damn time," is all that's muttered before sidling out of the way and beginning the huddle over the coffee, eyes peering accusatorially at the world.
Rasputin is walking briskly down the street, out for a morning walk after the early morning rush. Or perhaps seeking new fair for his cafe. He walks briskly *click* *click* of his silver cane sliding off of the ground as he walks.
" ... with a lamp post?" Alistair asks at about the same time as Leonard. He lowers his gaze to look at that man and smiles, "Hello Sir" he greets, then he looks up at Tirzah, obviously seeking the answer to the question posed by Leonard as well.
Tirzah smirks to them each in turn, alluding that she is pleased to get to show them what she's thought of. Turning to her aide she gives it a slight nod. "Send up a ball of daylight friend." She asks it, her tone full of admiration. The aide complies realising a conjured ball to float above them and the lamp post, emiting a protective circle about the area. Then she turns to her questioners, her smirk returning. "What if every lamp post could release a globe like that?" She asks them in turn.
With a warm cloak wrapped about her shoulders, the hood of it lifted about her face, Isabeau makes her way into the plaza. This early in the morning, she's merely out for a walk, or at least that's things often start out. Food along the way wouldn't be a bad thing, which she considers as she walks. Lifting one of her hands, she catches the edge of the cloak to tug it a little closer to herself to guard her warmth nearer herself. A smile touches at the corners of her lips and she starts to make her way towards the coffee shop.
"Morning. I would say it is a good one, but..." Leonard nods to Alistair with a noncommital shrug before lifting his gaze once more. "They would definitely help light the way... and possibly keep some of the creatures at bay. It would take quite a bit of enchanting to cover every post, though, wouldn't it?"
Oh, coffee, the salve of reckless wretches everywhere - where would the world (or in the case, Celaeno) be without it? But, in reality Celaeno can still be found peering bloodshot at the Plaza. At which point she spots, though somewhat off in the distance, the empty area, and a... ball of daylight coming from... Well then, thinks to herself, freezing mid sip, her brow furrowing with a hard stare.
Rasputin lost in his own thoughts, Rasputin continues his brisk walk. Something catches his eye in a shop window. He pauses a few moments and tugs his beard a moment, and bemuses the items on display.
"Oh ... " Alistair nods his head, smiling as he understands what Tirzah is trying to accomplish. Then there's a frown, "But did you ask for permission from the city?" he asks, a little concerned. They meddle and stuff! He glances at Leonard as well - yes, the power consumption issue, that makes sense also.
Tirzah shakes her head casually not appearing to be worried by such things. "I'll go through the formalities of the city once I know it is feasible. Us meddlers are pretty good making each other see eye to eye. As for the enchantments, a techowizard could set them if the material are provided. posts in the magic district wont even need batteries as they could draw from the ley lines." She explains smoothly.
"True..." Leonard's upward smile is readily visible in the extra light from the spell. "Not a bad idea, really. Might take some time to set up, but it could help if things continue. Or worsen." His smile dims at the last, and an ominously-timed caw precedes a small flurry of of black feathers. Leonard lifts a brow in inquiory at the raven suddenly alighting upon his shoulder, but says nothing.
The redheaded woman steps closer to the coffee shop, and as she does, the fingers of her left hand come to rest lightly upon the soft swell of her stomach. Her fingers remain there for a short moment, and then she lowers her hand back to her side. As she reconsiders her choice to enter the shop, her attention is caught by the globe of daylight near Tirzah. Curiosity teases at her stray thoughts, and her steps take a detour to bring her in their direction. Isabeau is often drawn by her curiosity, and usually without much in the way of consideration being given towards the consequences. Ah well.
Celaeno's bloodshot gaze continues unabated for a few more moments as she continues to sip at her coffee. These things happen, after all - horrors and monsters and unspeakable things meander through. Siiiiip. And nobody else seems really all that upset about it. Sip. Horror though it might be. Sip. After a few glances around herself, Celaeno shuffles a little further out of the way, if not out of sight, before closing her eyes. They open again, no longer bloodshot, though her mood doesn't seem to be particularly improved by the fact.
Rasputin mutters something to himself in Russian. He looks to for a sign in the window for the store hours, as it isn't open at the moment. He mutters a bit more to himself as he tugs on his beard. Just then a cold breeze flows down his spine and he flips his head back and forth, the tightly groomed hair barely moving.
A young woman comes striding through the plaza, an easy swagger just one show of her carefree air. She's of average height and seems average in build as well. She has on a light, padded body armor. Likely Urban warrior, though she lacks a helmet. A pair of red tinted goggles lay against her forehead, spaced evenly between her wide, smoke grey eyes and the shock of artificial orange hair she sports, cut in a short, spiky style. Her armor is customized some with the overall black marked at the end of sleeves, legs and about the neck with stylized red/orange flames. She seems unarmed otherwise and largely ignorant of the weather at large.
She might be notable to some, especially by her unique appearance, as she was one of the five at the center of the disturbance at the gates not too long ago. And quite a few people seem to know it as in equal measure those she passes give her a wide berth and a good deal of attention. The eyes, like the weather, don't seem to bother her as she strolls casually through the Plaza, her attention flickering from spot to spot not unlike the chaotic dance of a flame. She ends up, as she moves into the area, coming to a pause at a small clothing set up, though the outer most garb is frosted over from the weather, deeper in a small fire keeps the most stinging bite of the cold out and the clothing frost free.
"It seems you have though of everything then Miss Tirzah" Alistair smiles, tilting his head a little, and looking back at Leonard then. His gaze shofts to the bird, and his brows lift curiously. Back to Leonard - then the bird. "Sir ... there is a crow on your shoulder" he points out the obvious.
Tirzah smiles warmly to Alistair. "Thank you, but that's not entirely true, every lamp post fixed in that manner will take a semi precious gem for the enchantment, so we'll need a lot of those, finding a good source could be challenging." She confesses before giving Leonard a curious stare. "And how exactly could it make things worse?"
"Yes, there is... and he's late." Leonard smirks towards his black-feathered ornament before shaking his head to Tirzah. "No, I meant that the situation might worsen of its own, and the enchantments will be a helpful aid. He would likely recognize the latest arrival to the plaza, were his attention not currently directed upward.
A glance is cast towards the woman who walks the plaza, though since Isabeau doesn't recognize her, she turns her attention away again. Stopping near to the knot of those who are talking, she takes note of Alistair first, inclining her head to him. "Good morning, Alistair," she says warmly, a smile touching at the corners of her lips. Her gaze drifts then to Leonard, a flicker of curiosity touching her blue eyes as she notes the bird there on his shoulder. She turns her attention last to Tirzah, then raises an eyebrow slightly. "The situation?" she inquires, raising an eyebrow slightly, her tone one of curiosity.
Tongue poking out of the corner of her mouth, Celaeno takes a few sips of the coffee - albeit in a less dire manner - and begins to slowly weave her way towards the swaths of Avoiding space. As her eyes begin shifting between the two, she decides that the new arrival's slightly more interesting than the Horror, and shifts her path's angle by a few degrees. Probably a better conversationalist - well, maybe.
Rasputin tugs his beard a bit again. He noticed that the street has picked up in action and movement. He eyes a few individuals through the crowd he might know, but isn't sure. Many have red hair right? He tugs his beard again, and continues up the street to the next shop to look at the windows of the shops.
As the flame themed woman continues to eyeball the clothes, mostly cheap articles of clothing, a low murmurs starts behind her as a pair, male and female come to a pause a discreet distance behind. They hadn't been following her before, but with paths crossing in this moment, they stop and speak lowly amongst themselves whilst shooting her glances meant to be discreet. The two are obviously mercenaries, both in what could be customized Coalition EBA with redesigned helmets. Each has a sidearm obvious at their hip, though the weapons remain untouched in the now. The spiky haired woman motions casually at a stack of folded sweaters and asks, "How much for 'em?" Her voice 'bright' and 'up', but not high toned or squeaky. Though he gives the woman an uncertain look, the lure of a paying customer draws him to come closer and start talking price, with just a bit of distance kept. Again, she doesn't' seem to care.
"Oh" Alistair nods his head at Tirzah, "Nothing but hoops to jump through right?"he smiles, and to Leonard, he gives a slightly curious look and a sheepish smile; but his attention is drawn to Isabeau then. "Oh, Good morning Miss Isabeau, how are you?" he inquires; his answer is a small shrug, "Miss Tirzah is trying to make the city a little safer" he explains. The new and evasive arrival is alsoeyed curiously; with his disposition being its typical sunny self.
Tirzah snickers lightly and nods to confirm what Alistair is saying, apparently finding it somewhat humorous. "Yes, looking into seeing if lamp post could be modified to protect us from the undead feasibly." She says as she turns to Isabeau. "Hello again by the way, doing well?" Her turn does allow her to notice the other fiery girl present, good style after all.
Isabeau lifts her left hand to catch at the fabric of the hood of her cloak, and she smoothly pushes it back, lowering it. Using the same hand, she gathers the length of her braided hair, fishing it out from beneath her cloak before dropping it atop of the cloak where it swishes against her back. She brings her hand then back to her side, her fingers brushing softly against the fabric of the cloak before tucking into the pocket there. She smiles and gives a nod at the explanation, her eyes showing a touch of a sparkle to them. "Ah, a good idea, making the city safer," she agrees. "I'm doing well, thank you. And yourself?" she asks softly, curiosity threading her tone. The question is aimed to more than just Alistair, it would seem, as she glances to the others near. "Enchant them with daylight, I gather?" she surmises, having noticed the globe earlier. "It sounds feasible, at least to me."
Celaeno stops, considering at the outside perimeter of the woman, though for just a moment to eye her over, though she doesn't recognize her. Of course she doesn't linger long enough, nor intently enough to be on quite the same level as the gawkers. With a shrug, she approaches the woman from an angle at the back, "Well, you seem to cut the crowd in half," she says idly, eyeing the detailing more closely before settling in to the goggles. "Nifty goggles. They do anything fun, or just keep the wind out of your eyes?" she asks, a hand raising to brush her hair back from her eyes.
Leonard rotates at Isa's arrival and greeting, even though he is not the recipient, nodding to her. "Morning and belated congratulations." He knows of her, at least, if somewhat indirectly. "It seems your work has drawn interest, Tirzah." As his eyes shift yet again, the other fire-aligned woman is noticed, along with the mild vacuum around her; another he is familiar with. "As have others..."
Rasputin stops and looks to the crowd of people who are all talking to each other. Rasputin does think he knows one of them. He just continues to window shop for now, not wanting to interrupt people from their conversations. Of course he doesn't have a lot to talk to them about right now either.
As the flame themed young woman starts to sort through the sweaters casually as the stall owner speaks to her, though her investigation is brought up short as she's addressed. Straightening slightly from a little forward lean, she turns to face Celaeno, giving the other woman a casual inspection from bottom to top. Thus she ends with a casual eye to eye gaze and a carefree grin. "Can't get no Techno-Wiz to make 'em up for me. Something or other about it not being enough tech or whatever." She makes a dismissive wave of hand to go along with the dismissive tone of that 'whatever'. "They still make me look good, though," she responds. And behind them both, the two mercenary sorts continue their little discussion. For now, in any case.
"I'm doing alright, thank you" Alistair replies, smiling at Isa for a moment - then his attention is drawn elsewhere. Actually, he eyes the mercenaries for no reason whatsoever. Nah, it's just a couple people talking, right? Right? "Hm..." he shrugs his shoulders a touch, and bites his lower lip.
Tirzah's embery aide stepping aside to keep a certain level of distance between it and the passing by dwarf. Tirzah nods, agreeing it could be quite feasible. "Yep I just have to go talk to Renos, or another techno wizard and find out what materials would be needed. Then go find sources for the said materials. Then bend the city officials over a barrel for approval." She explains.
Isabeau raises an eyebrow slightly at Leonard's words, and then a warm blush of colour rises into her cheeks. Her chin dips, and a smile tugs at the corners of her lips before she gives a small nod to him. "Thank you," she says softly, her eyes showing a sparkle to them. She remembers him, it would seem, from the Alibi. Her attention turns to Tirzah, and she raises an eyebrow slightly before giving a small nod. "Well, I'm not sure how hard that would be, but hopefully not very. And I'd imagine the city officials would be amenable when it's explained it'll help the city," she muses, her tone thoughtful in nature. It makes sense, at least.
Celaeno considers the quandary for a few moments with a grin. "You think they'd be able to come up with some way to charge you. Costs almost as much as a new arm to get something done up." Giving an easy look around at the people, she shrugs before turning back to the begoggled woman. "What's with all the glances? They all look like they're expecting you to explode," she says, casting her own glance towards the Horror. A hand idly reaches into Celaeno's coat to free up a small flask.
Rasputin thinks that in fact it is the person he knows, so he works his way over to were Tirzah is having her conversation. He *clicks* his cane as he walks, as he approaches. So as not to surprise anyone in the weary eyes of the morning.
The flame themed woman laughs lightly and gives Celaeno a slight shake of head. "I got the credits, they just don't wanna do it or some such." A shrug, the ways of the Techno-Wizards beyond her. "Ain't much important. Just gunna have to get some other means of seeing things better." She then turns back to considering the sweaters as she answers Cel's other question. "Don't pay 'em no mind. Just gawkers. Lots of 'em around here for me and the others." Indeed, she sounds almost bored with the subject already by her tone. Though behind the two, the two mercenary looking individuals seem to finally decide to approach, the both of them stepping forward smoothly. The male leads, though the female is close behind. "Hey." Spoken by the male once they near. "You were the one up at the gates, weren't you?" His tone firm, but the intent in it undefined in a positive or negative sense.
Alistair starts on his way to the other gathering of sorts - he recognizes the woman now, yes indeed. His step isn't particularly hurried, though he does glance about a little. People just seem to get nerbous about others. Now that the mercenaries aproach, he moves up a little faster, though it isn't like he can do a whole lot in any case. Tirzah looks away from good fashion sense to look down to Rasputin, smiling warmly. "Hello Rasputin, how are you doing?" She asks openly. Now that she's got an idea of how the lamp modifications will work she seems up for mingling and socialization. Though the other fiery one is drawing some of her spotlight..
His attention also drawn to the shopping woman, Leonard has left Tirzah and Isabeau to their conversation. He steps towards, but his focus makes a shift to the men approaching. Modified as their armor may be, it still brings unpleasantness to mind. The fact that they are armed, combined with the general consensus of fear and/or ignorance displayed when the five first arrived certainly does nothing to dispel his unease, either.
Isabeau raises an eyebrow slightly as her attention turns towards Alistair, watching the way he watches the others, and her brow furrows briefly. A glance is cast in the direction he watches, though it returns easily to the group she's standing with. A smile tugs at the corners of her lips when Tirzah greets Rasputin, and she turns to look in his direction, smiling warmly. "Good morning, Rasputin," she greets, her eyes showing a bright sparkle to them.
With a slight laugh, Celaeno just shrugs, willing to let it all drop as she unscrews the cap of her flask. She doesn't even really press the subject of the "others," mainly paying attention to tipping the alcohol into the coffee. "Ah well, what are you going to do?" she asks as the mercenaries approach and make their inquiry. The question just gets a slight frown, as she takes a step away in general, capping the flask awkwardly with one hand before shaking it. "Anybody want a nip?" is offered to the world at general.
Rasputin tugs his beard then smiles at Tirzah, "Da, da. Dobraye utro toink you Miss Tirzah. " He tugs his beard again, and looks to Isabeau, "Dobraye utro toink you Miss Isabeau. Be doink goodink I am hopink?" He says as he takes the last few steps closer to you and those who are near you. "Mightink you be introduction to your friendink?" He says as he noticed Leonard went wandering off, "Or net." He shrugs a bit and looks back to Tirzah and Isabeau.
"Yeah, I'm one of 'em, what of it?" The young woman turning to face the two with her hands firmly placed on her hips. "Looking to make trouble? Lecture me or spout off some crazy gibberish? You can save it, got enough of all that already." A slight frown coupled with a testy tone to her voice. The leading male seems taken aback slightly by the rise he gets out of her. The woman behind him shifts a step to the side, but remains silent and watchful. "Hold on, we just want to talk. About your friends." This doesn't seem to sit well with her. "Oh, my friends, is it? I bet I know who you both are after and you ain't getting a peep outta me, that's for damn sure." She pauses, then looks towards Cel. "Hand it over, sweetie, ain't too early the way things are going already." Her hand extended for the flask.
Alistair manages to make his way over in the meantime, finally reaching the place of potential future dispute. He doesn't say anything yet, remaining a silent observer for the time being. After all, there's no violence so far.
Tirzah perks up at the mention of a nip of something, curious as to what is being offered. But not enough to be rude to those she is speaking with. "Oh that's Leonard, I think he's an arcane of one sort or another. And a drinker." She offers to Rasputin, apparently not seeing any problem with the disclosure.
For her part, Isabeau chooses not to get involved in the potential dispute. She has to be more thoughtful about the situations she puts herself in, considering her condition. Her attention shifts to Tirzah, and she raises an eyebrow slightly to the divulgence made about Leonard. Interesting. Her blue-eyed gaze returns to Rasputin, and she smiles again at him. "The other was Alistair," she offers, glancing to the other man briefly before her attention comes back to Rasputin. "I've been doing well, thank you. And what have you? Has all been well with you, and at the Deli?" she asks, curiosity lacing her words.
Celaeno obliges Goggles, lifting an eyebrow at the other two before making a "what about you?" look. "Well, this is fun," she says, having a healthy sip of her coffee, beginning to eye the other two over, though she doesn't seem very put out or taken aback. Nobody's reached for any weapons, so what's there to worry about, really? Her eyebrows furrow though, and she turns back to Goggles before saying to the group at large, "And there's no such thing as 'too early' to make life go a little smoother."
Rasputin nods, "Da, da. Dat deli is doing goodink." He looks over and makes a note about Leonard and Alistair, then looks back to the both of you, "Dat mornink is looking very goodink. Dat are you both beink doink this mornink?"
"Now wait a minute.." The male armored figure starts, but even as the flame themed young woman is snagging the flask, she's interrupting him with a firm, "No, you wait. I ain't telling you nothing, so you two'd best just get to walking before I get twitchy. I'm here looking for new threads, not to be hassled by every nutcase off the street. And just so as you ain't confused about it.." She glances into the little stall and points at the little flame inside. It bursts to double intensity the moment she turns her 'finger gun' on it, though only for a moment, leaving the materials inside unscathed, though the vendor is noticeably rattled. She looks back to the two. "I ain't helpless if you get my drift." The two seem to decide that their goals aren't best served by the situation as they back off. Of course, the brief argument and display have already drawn more attention than the young woman had before. And she seems fit to ignore it as she lifts the flask for a quick slug of whatever's inside. She doesn't bother asking or checking.
Alistair takes a step back when things turn even more tense, and he looks to see the flame somewhere over there intensify as well. Then back to those enarby - startles slightly by Rasputing, he manages a smile, "Hello Sir" he greets, "It is a good morning so far - just looking for some deli" he replies, "And yourself?"
Her attention returning as well Tirzah gives the woman an appraising glance. Indicating her clear affinity. She doesnt look to Rasputin as she decides she should talk to the woman without further delay. "I'm doing fine, excuse me." She says instead before stepping out and bridging the small gap between the two groups. Her aide following but keeping its distance from anyone. Looking to the fiery woman she smiles warmly. "Hello again friend." She greets, perhaps she is remembered from the battle.
Isabeau smiles warmly, and then she gives a small nod. Her left hand drifts again to rest upon the slight swell of her stomach. "That's good to hear, about the deli," she says thoughtfully, a smile touching her lips. "Oh, I just came out for some breakfast, since Etienne is out checking his traps. I really hadn't planned further than that, yet," she comments, her gaze lingering on his. "What are you up to this morning?" she asks, curiosity to her words again. She glances to Tirzah, to give a small nod, and then brings her attention back to Rasputin.
Celaeno looks somewhat surprised by the burst of flame - more so than might otherwise be expected in the situation, but she rallies nicely, with a smile and a chuckle. Her nerves are only barely showing through. After one more quick chuckle, she calls to the two mercenaries, "You sure you don't want a little? No hard feelings, or anything?" before smiling at the woman, a little more intently. "Not afraid of making spectacles, hmm?" she asks, lightheartedly.
Rasputin watches as Tirzah wanders away towards the 'fire' woman. Then snaps his head to look at Isabeau, "Da, I beink lettink the new guy work the Deli for da morn. Da, window shoppink whilink goink for a mornink walk. Da." He smiles, "What be yourselfink up with this mornink?" He tugs his beard a bit as he really now notices the scene with the woman with the flame finger, of course only watchink it from a far.
The young woman keeps an eye on the two after the quick swallow, handing the flask back towards Cel without a look towards her at first. After that tick to make sure they're leaving, she looks to Cel and smirks just a bit. "A scene makes sure everyone knows what's what," she states before looking at Tirzah. Recognition not flashing, though she seems to accept the 'friend' without much argument. The elemental she doesn't seem to fear very much, just giving it a careful eyeing before she looks back to Tirzah. "You looking for something too? Cause if you are, spit it out. Maybe you heard, don't got much time for that rubbish."
Alistair starts to quietly slip away; it's high time for him to get back to his original task: Groceries. Some things are important, and then rest, window dressing. He heads towards the nearest stores that'll get him what he needs for a good breakfast. And lunch. And dinner.
Tirzah looks a little perturbed by the lack of recognition but shrugs it off. "No I'm not looking for anything. I have found one of the five I fought alongside days ago. And I have found that she has a link to fire, similar to me. So I'm curious, and thought I'd see if she's sociable. But if she's too snarky from the idiots she's had to deal with day in and out since she came here, I could understand that." She relates calmly, coldly even. Though her gaze is warm, inviting, challenging.
The redheaded woman gives a little nod, a smile touching her lips. "Ah, well that'sgood.I didn't realise you had someone new working there," Isabeau comments, her tone thoughtful again. "I'm supposed to be meeting Etienne, back at the trailer... which means I should probably be heading in that direction. I'll stop by the Deli later today though, for lunch or dinner," she comments, a smile touching her lips. "Enjoy the rest of your walk, Rasputin," she offers, smiling warmly at him.
Celaeno pockets the flask, sliding it back into her coat as she takes another sip of her coffee. A slight smirk comes across her face at Goggles' statement, turning in turn towards Tirzah. And... she doesn't quite know how to take it all. Well, that's alright, "Drink?" she offers, taking another of her own.
Rasputin smiles to Isabeau, "Da, da. Be walkink safe this mornik, da?" He tugs his beard, "And be keepink me informaled about veggies, da?" He says and with that nods to you and says, "Dobraye utro."
The young woman looks at Tirzah oddly for a moment after her words. "You're a strange one, girlie. But as long as you ain't looking to pester me, I don't mind talking," she states simply. With things calmed down some, she starts to sort through the sweaters again, pausing on a blue one to eyeball for a moment before she passes it off and continues looking. "So what you looking to talk about? Don't remember you from the fight, but there was lots of people there. Wasn't really paying much attention except when it comes to burning uglies."
Tirzah smirks to the other woman liking the offer. "What is it?" She asks as she accepts the offered flask. Turning to the other woman she smiles warmly, not appearing to be bothered by being strange. "Introductions would be a good start I guess." She suggests. "I'm Tirzah, Warlock and guide." She offers to get things started before looking to both of the women.
Celaeno retrieves the flask, passing it over with a shrug, "Just a bit of whiskey to keep things moving along," she says with a shrug and a smile. "This the big fight that went down a bit ago? Zombies attack, or something?" she asks, unflapped as she looks back and forth between the two and the crowd standing around. "Didn't pay much attention to that, personally."
Rasputin watches Isabeau head off to meet up with Etienne. Then turns and watches to see what exactly is going on with Tirzah and this woman with the burning finger. He leans on his cane with both hands, and just watches.
"Belinda Trig," said female returns, her head lifting for a moment before she states, "I burn things." A casual grin coming to her as she gives the vocation. "Though for now, ain't nothing to burn, so I buy some new threads." She picks out a rainbow striped sweater, lifting it up and unfurling it to get a good look at the gaudy pattern. "Zombies and some skeletons.. weren't nothing, though. Went up like paper. Just a mess of fodder." Sounding almost disappointed at the paltry nature of the foes then.
Tirzah nods smiling, she seems to appreciate the courtesy of the introduction even though she can see Belinda isn't a warlock. Taking a good sized swallow of the offered whisky she smiles at the other woman as she hands back the flask. "Thank you, and your name?" She asks her again, in case she didn't realize she was being asked before.
Celaeno nods at the description, somewhat amused herself. "Any idea what's bringin' them around?" she asks, making herself comfortable by leaning on a table. "Got to be something animating them, no?" Taking back the flask and sliding it back into the coat, she finally does reply with a, "Celaeno," she says, "Or any abbreviation therein."
Rasputin takes a few steps towards the group, whom he can almost hear out loud. He *clicks* his way towards the three woman speaking. He ponders a tugs his beard a moment, then rests again on his cane.
.Belinda shrugs her shoulders. "Ain't much I'm worried about when it comes to who. Just a matter of getting near enough to burn 'em good," she says to Cel. "Johnny and Hector do that kinda worrying and planning. Not like they need another head butting into theirs." She seems pleased with the rainbow sweater, casually tossing it over one shoulder before she starts to poke through the rest of them. "Ain't got my favorite red," she murmurs idly. Glancing at Rasputin as he clicks his way nearer, but since he seems unlikely to bother her, she doesn't linger long on him.
Tirzah tries not to let her disappointment at Belinda not being much more than a cannon hidden as she smiles warmly to them both. "Nice to meet you. You might want to try that vendor over there." She suggests pointing further down the square. "They got me all my metallic stuff, have some very nice vibrant bronzes that would look good on you." She suggests. "I bid you good day though, I should be going."
Downing the remainder of her coffee, Celaeno just seems to take the names in and ignore them as simple names. "Have a good one," she says to Tirzah's exit, before pushing off the table herself. "Have you thought about maybe putting in some infrared or something for the goggles, give the Technos something to work with?" she asks, seemingly getting all settled to take off herself.
Rasputin lifts an eye brow, but stays quiet. His curiosity gets the better of him, "Dat you beink speakink too? Some Techno-magik?" He says to small group of three, "For whatink purpose?"
Belinda glances towards the indicated spot then nods to Tirzah. "I'll look. Ain't been too many chances to get something that ain't ratty or worn." She grins and looks towards Cel, giving her shoulders a casual shrug. "Was thinking about getting a helmet, but that'd mess up my hair too much. Some kinda band maybe.. or heavier duty goggles. Won't be just the same, though." Serious business, that. She glances towards Tirzah then, seeming a bit surprised at her sudden aim to depart. "Guess you don't socialize too long, huh?" Then Rasputin speaks and Belinda stares at him for a moment, not quite able to grasp the accept on first blush. "What purpose?" Getting enough it seems. "So I can see better. Can't fry things you can't see well, after all."
Celaeno looks Rasputin over for a few moments as Belinda responds. She doesn't apparently understand exactly what's said, either. "Yeah, I can see how that'd be an issue. Got to keep mobile, and the style, too. And I guess if they were infrared, you might well wind up blinding yourself. I think I'm going to push off for now, though. Maybe I'll run into you some time, huh? Get to help with the burning."
Rasputin shakes his head as Tirzah walks away and then he looks back to the other two. "Net, net. I am misunderstandink. I am interuptink, yzveenee for offensink."
Belinda nods her head once to Cel. "Yeah, maybe. Johnny was talking about getting some muscle. Like we might be getting into something pretty heavy." She then shrugs her shoulders. "Guess more guns never hurts. And more targets." Her grin is broad as she says as much. She then looks to Rasputin again, frowning just slightly. "Not sure what you're trying to say. So unless you got something important to get across, I got some shopping to do."
Celaeno understands a little bit more, and though her tone's not exactly friendly to the man, she doesn't kick him while he's apologizing. "Don't worry about it, just talking clothes and hassle. There's no need for getting embarrassed or apologizing," she says before turning back to Belinda, "Alright. If the whim strikes you to pass anything along, I'll be down in Cheap-o. Bring a bottle by," she finishes with a wink before getting everything settled and moving to take her leave.
Rasputin tugs on his beard a moment, "Da, yzveenee. I will be leavink you alone, da?" He turns and continues his walk north up the street to the park. His gate is at a good pace, the cane *clicking* as it goes. Making a sequence of tapping, almost in time with some unheard song.
Belinda blinks at Cel and makes a disgruntled noise. "Only way I'd spring on a bottle is if I was drinking the whole thing," she protests. She then eyes Rasputin, still seeming half fogged by what he's saying. Though again she gets the gist. "Yeah, you best walk along, fella." Agreeing, though not very deep into the negative with her tone. As the others depart, she turns her attention back to the sweaters. Threads won't buy themselves. Tags:
