Feb 25 12:27:01 106 PA

From Chronicles

Around midday, Vixen comes strolling into the garden at a steady pace. She has a little brown paper bag in hand, which she lets swing casually at her side. Moving over to the fountain, she wears a light grin as she lays the bag down, then sits herself on one of the nearby benches. Calmly relaxed as she opens up the bag and starts pulling out sandwiches.

Much like the clothes he wore a few days ago, Hamamoto comes walking into the Garden as well. Wearing his two swords like they are always with him, and taking care not to bang them into anything, he heads over to the flower area. This time, he has a small little paper book in his arm as well.

With three sandwiches laid out and a little can of rootbeer laid out beside her, Vixen takes little time in starting to dig in, even as another warm body enters the place. A healthy bite taken before the distinctive hiss and click of the can being opened precedes a deep draught from the can. After the requisite contented sigh will she glance towards Hamamoto discreetly, even as she's picking up her sandwich again.

If the thin Asian man can feel the eyes upon his form, he doesn't look around to see who they belong to. He then sits down on a bench and slowly cracking open the book, as if he is being careful not to damage it in any way, he reads the title. His lips move a little as he reads the title page. "Guide...to...flowers."

"Hey guy! Hungry?" Vixen's voice rising up from the distance between the them. She'll have her own chosen first sandwich laid out on her knee, laid atop the wrapping paper, whislt one of the other two is in hand, lifted up as if to display the enticing morsel. It's not a bad looking sandwich. Well stuffed without being too thick. Meat, veggies.. a good mix. "Got an extra," she adds after a moment, as if to ward off an expected denial.

Hamamoto automatically looks up for a moment. His eyes looking over to the woman who addressed him. "Guy?" He then looks around a little. "No, thank you. Though your offer is kind." He then looks back down to the book. "I don't mean to be...rude, but I am Kiriji Hamamoto." He then closes the book down slowly, as slowly as he opened it.

Vixen nods, her shoulders given a subtle roll. "Nothing rude about introducing yourself, Kiriji," she replies, not seeming dismayed at the denial. She settles the sandwich down again. "Though you look like you could use a little plumping. I probably do too, but I eat good. I just burn it off pretty quick. All the motion, probably. I'm always on the move."

"I doubt I will ever...plump...until near the age I will retire. Too much to do, not enough time to do it in. traning takes up a lot of my time. And those few who wish to learn my style of fighting." He then rises to move a bit closer, though still keeping a respectable distance. Back upright and straight, looking more like he's relaxed when he is tensed up. "Perhaps, but sometimes, it might be. Different cultures and the like."

Vixen considers Hamamoto as he comes closer, inspecting him over her next bite of sandwich. "Yeah, I can tell you're pretty different from most around here.. though I guess some of the clues are obvious enough that I couldn't claim much for noticing it. Introducing yourself is rude where you come from? I remember you from a while ago. They guy with the Lord and all that stuff." Statements and questions interwoven with barely a pause until the last.

"In my country, I am a Lord, of sorts. Its Samurai, which is both servant to a lord, and a lord. Its...hard to explain the nuance to one who didn't grow up there." He frowns slightly, as if thinking more of his own words. "Most people tell I am different. It is...fine if people think that I am not from around here. Sometimes, a beacon must stand out to show the way. If I might ask, though, you have yet to give your name. If I might ask?"

"I guess you don't listen to the radio much," Vixen replies, an amused grin rising on her lips. "Vixen's the name." Offered lightly, without much expectation. "So you're a middle power.. not the head guy, but above the common man, huh? We got those here, they're the council." She makes a vague motion to the south, towards where the City Hall sits out of view. "They get to be bosses of their little area, while answering to old man Mercator."

"I see. I have yet to meet this council, or this old man. But then, it is wise to know that old men and women hold much wisdom and experience." Hamamoto places the book lightly on his lap. "No, I don't listen to this radio thing. I am guessing it is one of those tech things? Part of my code prohibits me from interacting with tech in any meaningful way. And it is a position that holds much responsibility."

"Sometimes they are. Other times they're full of something else." Vixen's eyes reflect her mirth at the jest. She considers him as she takes a bite from her sandwich. As she's swallowing she nods and adds after, "Yeah, its tech stuff. But it's good tech stuff. I broadcast a little signal and tell the truths I come across. And I put out PDDs sometimes with video I capture."

There is a bit of a blank look at some of the jargon relating to tech comes across her lips. "Ah, yes, sounds delightful." Hamamoto then looks to the wall with some of the flowers. "I don't know if tech is good or not. But my code prevents me from interacting with it in any way unless there is no choice. If I break this code, I insult my lord. I might not even be able to take my own life in shame." He then looks down at the ground.

Vixen's brows hike upward at that. "Sounds pretty serious to me. Kinda confusing too. Nothing wrong with tech. Heck, this city wouldn't' exist without it." She considers for a moment, then wonders, with a little grin, "What if someone else just set it up at your place and all you had to do was poke a button to turn it on or off? Is that meaningful?" An honest bit of curiosity at that little hypothetical.

"It is, since I would be listening to such a hypothetical device. it is not the setting up, but the use of it." Hamamoto then shrugs a little. "Our biggest ally, the republic of Japan, also uses this high tech. Though we have a bit of a rivalry, trying to convert each other to the other's beliefs. Our New Empire simply believes that technology causes too much pride upon the human race, hence the cause of the cataclysm. But there is no hard feelings over it."

Vixen muses on that as she sets her sandwich down and picks up the can, draining it of a bit more. "Power is what causes pride. Don't matter how you get it," she opines, casually jabbing a finger at the man. "Plenty of arrogant mages out there that think they're the shit cause they can wiggle their fingers and make fire appear and all that." She then shrugs a little. "I guess you'll never be a fan then." She seeming more amused by the prospect than upset as the can gets set down.

"I am not sure of this...fan thing. I have a fan back with my armor." He then tilts his head to the side slightly. "Its Iron." Hamamoto then puts his hands on top of the book. "I disagree. Training is the counter of pride. There is something to be said for taking years to acquire the skills that takes hard work. It builds appreciation for those skills. It makes one ralize just what you can do, and how far it will go. You can hand anyone a gun, they can pull the trigger. With some guns, you could rule many people simply by having it. Is that not a sense of hubris?"

Vixen laughs lightly at the first, shaking her head slightly. But she waits to speak, stifling further mirth with her sandwich. But once he's done, she lays it aside and leans forward a little against her knees. "First, by fan I mean someone that likes to listen to my broadcast. Unless I get into the print business, which I don't think I will, won't be hearing what I got going on unless you happen to be standing nearby someone who has the signal on." Still smiling in amusement as she leans back a little, considering the rest. "Takes some time to learn how to shoot too. At least, if you want to hit anything that's moving around," she points out. Takes time to learn magic too. And you can rule people with that too. But that just proves no rule is is rock solid."

"But thats my point. It doesn't take training to have that power at your fingertips with a gun. Most people either wear armor to counter it, or have gone through the same training as myself. And it took me years for me to prefect those same skills. Sure, you can get better. I got training in my bow as well. But anyone can pick up a gun, and level a house. It doesn't take much." Hamamoto slightly closes his eyes, more to reflect on the words than because he is sleepy.

"If you've got the cred for it, though enough people do, I suppose," Vixen says, considering her sandwich idly. "But a radio isn't a gun." A little curve of her lips returns as she opines, "I suppose it could be stronger than a gun. A gun can shoot something, but a radio signal can bring in an army. Or effect the people that listen if the person on it has enough verbal power. But that you can't just pick up at the corner store." Such a topic mused idly as she takes another bite of her sandwich.

"The same could be said of a human voice, a written word, or anything else that conveys ideas. The very idea of tech, though. The ability to do more than anyone believed possible, by anyone not knowing how it works, is frightening. If each person had to personally build each device before it worked, it would be a different story. But once a device is built, anyone can use it." Hamamoto then opens his eyes.

Vixen considers that over another mouthful. And after she offers, "That's just the chance that has to be taken." No offense to you, Kiriji, but seems a cowardly way to go. Not saying you're one, just the idea seems like that. And you miss out on a lot of good when you throw everything out with the bad. Though a gun isn't really bad anyway. It only does what its told to do, just like a computer." A further thought process rolls through her mind, but she seems to hold it back, instead finishing off the last bits of her first sandwich.

"It is not a cowardly way to go, as a Smaurai cannot show fear. Though we might feel it, we can never succumb to it." Hamamoto then shrugs slightly. "Pride and ignorance." He says quietly. "People who do not know how it works, cannot understand the limitations and power that is held simply within the hand. Do you honestly think that this radio thing...just simply by listening to it, cannot convince themselves of the power of listening to words many miles being spoken?"

"I think that when something like a radio becomes commonplace, it's just that. Common and simple." Vixen slips her hand into her coat, pulling out a heavy pistol to display it. "I know how powerful that is, though if you asked me to try and open up and explain every little bit of it, I couldn't. I know a little about mechanics, but not even close to enough to do this kinda work. But if I point it at someone and pull the trigger, they get misted if they don't have armor." The weapon gets slid back into the little internal pocket inside of the coat. "It is cowardly.. not in the way of being scared of a fight, but still cowardly. In fear of the few that will fuck around with things, the many get denied the benefits."

"No, it is the proven fact that the many with the power of the heavens will rend the world asunder with it. Look around, and see all the proof you need. But...this argument, and many like it, have been bandied about for over a century now, with but a few variations. You would do well in the republic." He then smiles a little. "We in the new empire live simpler and less cluttered lives."

Vixen smirks faintly at that. "I like my clutter. Life is never boring." She then considers and picks up her second sandwich, starting to unwrap it. "So what do you do? Besides reading about flowers." Her eyes directed down towards his book. "You paint? Draw? Play music? Dance?" Her eyes lifting, the sandwich started on after her series of questions.

"Well, in reality, I was raised as a Heinen...um...peasant." Hamamoto then smiles a little. "Worked on a farm, raised animals, grew crops. To understand those words...it would take quite of bit of an explanation. But suffice to say, its very rare for someone like myself. A peasant who was raised to be a samurai. But the fates guided me to the swords, to which they accepted me, and I was blessed by fortune, a lord took me in, and I became a samurai warrior."

"Ain't hard to understand," Vixen counters casually. "Lots of people in power like to keep the power in their little circle. Hereditary stuff and the 'Old Boy's Network'. Mutual back scratching and all that." She motions again towards the south. "We don't have elections here, the council picks its members and the dictator gets pulled from amongst them. You'll never see a common person running the place, just like I bet you'll never see a common person running your place. Might not be a bad thing to have one, though. Someone with some street perspective calling the shots. Being in power long enough, you probably loose touch with what it's like to be a normal person."

"Well, that may be true, but the goddess Amaterasu actually chose the Emperor, and the samurai are chosen by their blades. So only worthy can be rulers. So, its not really an 'us verses them' mentality, and the empire is only been around for a hundred years." Hamamoto then shakes his head lightly. "As for here, I suppose its really possible." Vixen responds to the mention of a goddess with a subtle arch of a brow and a light sense of skepticism. But when she speaks, her tone is lighter and she offhands, "Some think one of the people on the council is some kinda god, but that sorta stuff is just rumor. Guys seem to think any pretty woman could be divine." Her amusement rising again. "But enough about politics and that crap. I was asking about the arts before."

"Ah...you were?" Hamamoto then tilts his head to the side. "Perhaps there is one there. I do not know. I have never met a god or goddess before." He then frowns slightly, putting a finger on his lip. "What do you wish to know about the arts?"

"If you have your fingers in them," Vixen reiterates, lightly amused. It's a bit after noon and Vixen has a third sandwitch sitting beside her along with a can of rootbeer and empty paper bag, the first sandwich wrapper balled up inside. "Me, I do some music, some art. Mostly street art, though I've been out of practice for a while. And computer graphics." She laughs lightly and adds, "Some people think I can sing, but I think they're cracked in the head."

The garage is closed for lunch, and Caliopa has made her way here, lunch bag in hand, to eat hers without interruption from customers. A hesitation as she leaves the library gives her a moment to look around, and the sight of Vixen, a known friendly face, brings the sunny smile to her lips as she turns her footsteps in their direction. "You got room for another? I ain't interruptin'?" She looks between the pair, her forehead wrinkling questioningly.

"No, miss, I do not think that you are." He then shakes his head a little. "No, I don't. Though I play the game Go. Do some calligraphy. Thats really the extent of my exposure to the arts. I am sorry." He then looks down at the ground. "like I saying, I am a peasant...or were, before I became a Samurai. Pesants are not all that exposed to the arts."

Vixen looks towards Cali as she speaks and answers her question by giving the open area of the bench a casual pat since she's got a bit of a mouthful when the question is posed. She swallows after and grins at Hamamoto. "No excuse not to now. Should consider learning one, cause there's no better way to get it all out." She looks to Cali then and wonders, "You got some art in you, Cali?"

Caliopa takes the seat with a quick smile at the man with her friend. "Art? Not 'least you count my machines." She shakes her head, drawing out a pasty, listening to the conversation in silence as she begins to eat, brown eyes curious, her forehead wrinkling a little.

"I guess. I am not sure what I would go into, though." He then cracks his book a little, then closes it once more. "I am not sure if I could learn one, or which one, or anything." He then smiles a little more, shifting his two swords.

Vixen makes a dismissive little noise. "If you're a waffler, dig into art," she decides. Cause all of it is pretty close as a skill and once you learn to do one, isn't too hard to learn to do more. So you can switch around if you want." She grins at Hamamoto, then looks at Cali. "What about you, Cali? What kinda art interests you?"

Caliopa gives this some thought, her frown deepening before she speaks slowly, each word considered. "I guess I like music. Like to hear it in the garage. Ain't much for pictures, 'though Desmond's drawin's are real pretty." She pulls a piece of pasty off the main piece and pops it into her mouth, the soft reply apparently done.

"I have looked and listened to art." Hamamoto then shrugs slightly. "I tend to focus on one thing at a time, and take it to perfection. Which is the purpose of the calligraphy. I take a concept and focus on the perfectness of the concept. Studying it until I don't have anything else to learn."

Vixen nods to Cali "Keyboards are good for that. Pretty much a musical utility knife cause you can fake almost any sound you want if you put enough work into it. Got a pretty good electric guitar sound once. And if you're good with computers, well.. you can do some crazy stuff." She grins broadly, then looks to Hamamoto. She chuckles lowly and shakes her head. "Perfection don't exist, man. Just 'good enough. Just a matter of what is good enough for you."

Caliopa blushes, shaking her head, her eyes widening for a moment. "Ain't me playin'" She protests quietly, "I ain't even tryin' to play, just play the music on the discs." She finishes the pasty, crumpling up the paper bag, glancing between the two. "I guess I do the same as him, doin' the one thing." She glances down at her hands, cupped around the bag, grease stained and roughened.

"I have to disagree Miss Vixen." Hamamoto speaks quietly. "It is the road to perfection that is most important. Even though we are human, and we are flawed, the road to perfection means that we will never stop getting better. It will make a person a stronger person, both mentally and physically. It may or may not exist, but that doesn't matter. It is the journey to perfection one must strive for."

"You wanna give it a try, Cali?" Asked by Vixen with a lift of her brows. "You could play, I bet. Just a matter of having good fingers and a quick mind when it comes to playing. I think you got both." She grins at the other woman, seeming to like the idea. She then looks to Hamamoto and shrugs. "Never said you shouldn't try to get better. I learn all the time in the things I do. I just don't' get too hung up on the goal." She and Cali are sharing a bench, with lunch materials with Hamamoto sitting nearby. It's a bit after lunch time and, with her words offered up, she takes another bite of her sandwich.

Caliopa hesitates, the idea of playing a guitar intriguing. "Maybe. I ain't got much time to spare right now. I ain't got anyone workin' with me, Bair gone off again." She shakes her head slowly, considering the thought as she leans forward, tossing the emptied lunch bag into the rubbish bin. "Guess you both are right. Gotta keep tryin' to be a better person, 'n' mebbe not be a piece too hard on yourself when you don't manage it."

"No one can reach it. Its impossible." He then shakes his head a little. "But people needs goals. Even if they are impossible." There is a bit of a smile on his face at the debate. "People try all the time for impossible goals. Sometimes, they even reach them." There is a bit of a nod and his smile slowly fades.

Alistair makes his way out of the library with a book in hand, though he's not reading. Perhaps something for later, or just forgotten in favor of some other thought. Seeing the others here he smiles and waves a hand, "Hello!" he calls out in greeting, heading for the bench.

"I like to play the field," Vixen comments. "I got a lot of learning under by belt. Wouldn't be able to do my broadcasts without half of it. Takes a lot to set up relays and mingle radio and computer to get just the right set up. Helps that I could buy a sweet little machine to do the music mix and be a hub for remote switching." She pats her satchel beside her. "That way I can pipe in from this little unit from anywhere." She looks over towards Alistair and gives him a broad grin. "Otherwise, I couldn't ambush people like him."

Caliopa is listening to the others, her face thoughtful as they discuss. Alistair's arrival brings forth the sunny smile, warming her brown eyes and she lifts a hand in greeting. "I ain't really got a goal. I jus' want to keep the garage, keep workin' there, in peace." Her comment is spoken thoughtfully, the idea of a goal a new one. "Mostly, I aim to keep out of trouble, keep from bein' hurt." She shrugs, a slight flush rising in her cheeks.

"And that, also, could be a goal. Its hard to stay out of trouble, when life presents obstacles to get one into trouble." Hamamoto then notes the presence of another person and his word, and his eyes then look upon the new arrvial. His face mostly is blank, with small expressions before, now has really none."

Alistair stops a step for a moment at Vixen's teasing, with an 'eeek' expression - should he run? Cali's smile makes him forget it all and he aproaches them then, pausing to greet Hamamoto pleasantly, "Hello Sir." After reaching the bench he leans in a little, "May I?" he asks, eyeing a spot beside Cali.

"That's a goal, " Vixen points out to Cali. "Not a real ambitious one, but that don't mean it ain't good." She grins idly. "I got a goal too.. sorta. To see where my broadcast takes me. Open ended, but I like flexibility." She then eyes Alistair. "C'mon, man. You really gotta ask? Only one that might care is Cali and she's obviously not going to say no." She snorts faintly and adds, "You're as bad as Leo sometimes."

Caliopa's smile should tell Alistair, and everyone else, what he needed to know but she nods anyhow. "Ain't gonna mind that." She comments softly, wrinkling her nose at Vixen's comments, the flush rising once more. "Seems a goal that the Coalition and the like seem set on stoppin'." She shrugs slightly, wiggling over a little to allow Alistair to sit down. "Leo?" She repeats the name, giving Vixen a questioning look.

Hamamoto, for the most part, looks confused by the names. A little confused anyway. He doesn't really say anything else though, just letting his eyes flick casually between the three of them, hands resting on a book that is in his lap.

Alistair looks at Vixen and bites his lip a moment. "But it's proper" he comments, not really protesting. His smile doesn't fade, and he sits down beside Caliopa. He looks to Vixen again, his expression echoing Cali's question as he reaches for her hand. He leans in just slightly to whisper 'Missed you' in her ear too, real quick.

"Yeah, a guy I know," Vixen replies airily on the question of 'Leo'. "He's a bit like your guy. Kinda funny that way." She smirks a little and then motions towards her third sandwich. "You want it? Two is enough for me, I just like having extras sometimes, in case I get real hungry." A flick of her eyes towards Alistair extends the invitation his way as well before she gives him an amused little grin. "Not when you two are where you are," she states before she falls to eating her second one, nearly done with it.

Caliopa gives Vixen a thoughtful look, narrowing her eyes slightly. She shakes her head at the offer of the sandwich. "I ain't that hungry." She comments, before smiling once more. "I ain't sure we met, formal like." She addresses the comment to Hamamoto, "I'm Cali. Caliopa but only my pa calls me that. Got the garage over the way." Alistair's soft quick whisper gets him a sidelong look, and a warm smile.

Seeing the behavior, Hamamoto quickly averts his eyes from the couple and sits up a bit strighter. Making sure ot face away from the couple, he then nods. "Hamamoto Kiriji." He says almost too quickly.

Alistair smiles brightly at Cali; a few moments later he makes a grab for the offered sandwich. "Thank you" and then, "Mr. Leo must be pretty happy" as he sits back a little, looking to Hamamoto now. Recalling some earlier conversation he stands up, and bows to the man politely. "I am Alistair" he introduces himself, his demeanor pleasant as usual - then he sits back down.

Vixen is oblivious to the look that she's given, casually finishing up her sandwich. She does, however see Hamamoto's response to the two beside him. "I guess your people are all modest too," she comments idly, seeming amused by the prospect. Then Alistair's words bring about a glance towards him from Vixen, the last of her sandwich swallowed. "Oh? Why's that?" Asked as she picks up the rootbeer can and tips it back to finish off the rest of it.

Caliopa is oblivious to the reaction, settling herself more comfortably on the bench, tucking her legs beneath her. "Reckon I met him..." She comments, her forehead wrinkling in thought. She glances between Vixen and Alistair, interest spiking in the conversation.

"Quite modest. We do not...display affection." He then nods slightly, outside of his vision of the couple. Hamamoto then puts a light hand on his sword, seeking a bit of reassurance.

Alistair tilts his head a little, blinking his eyes at Vixen's question. That was a little unexpected. He smiles and shrugs his shoulders a little. "If he is like me, he must be" the statement simple, and then he busies himself with the sandwich for a few moments.

"Sounds boring to me," Vixen comments idly in response to Hamamoto's confirmation. She then gives Alistair a sidelong glance, eyeballing him for a few moments before she nods once and grins. "I guess he is. Though without the buxom girlfriend and all." She puts the empty can in the bag, then tosses the whole thing, refuse and all, into the nearby bin.

"Is it offensive? I mean, if it upsets you, we ain't gonna..." Caliopa's glance at Alistair holds a world of worry, her forehead wrinkling at the thought of offending the formal man. For the moment, Alistair and Vixen's comments across her, from either side on the bench where they sit, are ignored in favour of that worrisome thought.

"No, it is simply a different custom. Perhaps I should remove myself. I have nothing of value to add to the current conversation either. I do not wish to be the cause of discomfort." Hamamoto then stands up slowly, taking the book in his free arm, and his two sword hilts in his other hand. "Thank you for the conversation, and the company. I should be going." He then bows to everyone. "Oyasuminnasai." He then pivots on his rear ball of foot and begins to almost glide along the floor.

Alistair's cheeks tinge a touch, his eyes shifting a moment to said buxom bosom, then to Hamamoto. He smiles sheepishly, "It's no reason to leave, we can be affectionate later" he explains, but it appears the man is already heading out "Oh ... have a good day". Alistair's smile fades a touch, his gaze moving back to look at Cali, then Vixen.

With a book and datadisc in hand, Leonard makes his way into the gardens. He begins a search for a comfortable seat, during which a few familiar faces are spotted and he alters course towards the congregation around the bench. Must be the comfortable one.

Vixen arches a brow at Hamamoto as he excuses himself. Considering him thoughtfully, with a slight upward curl to her lips. "Mmmhmm." She glances towards the other two then and considers. "That guy seems way too boring for my tastes," she murmurs idly. Her shoulders rolling then as she stretches her legs out a little. Of course, looking back that way leads to spying Leo as he comes in. She gives him a casual grin and motions for him to come closer. The three are taking up a bench, Cali between the other two this afternoon. "Hey there, Leo. How's it been?"

Caliopa looks after the man, her forehead wrinkling. "Didn't seem borin'." She comments quietly, but the smile returns as Leonard approaches and she gives Vixen a glance, the dimples flashing. "I ought to get back to work soon. Ain't an engine that fixes itself."

Alistair looks up to see Leo once he's mentioned; he waves a hand at the man, greeting pleasantly. His attention returns to the sandwich in his hand for a moment, then Cali. He smiles, "Can I help?" his back straightening a little.

The beckoning is mostly unnecessary given Leonard's course, but draws a smile just the same as he takes the remaining steps. "Who's boring?" Apparently a bit of the conversation drifted to him, as well."Hey, Vix. Cali. It's been rather good, I'd say. Any more room on the 'good bench?'"

"Looks like these two are bailing, so there will be plenty," Vixen notes, glancing towards Alistair, then Cali. Lingering no the other woman for a moment before she rises up from the bench, turning to meet Leo on his approach. "Some guy with swords. He doesn't like tech and seems to think a little public affection is indecent." Speaking of which, she lifts her arms to lightly wrap them around Leo's neck before giving him a light peck. "Didn't bruise them last night, did I?" Her tone casually playful.

"Sure." Caliopa comments softly to Alistair, and the pair gather their belongings. Caliopa turns towards Vixen to speak, but the hug for Leonard causes her to gape at Vixen, then blink. But she shakes her head, her mouth curving into a broad grin. "Take our place." She offers Leonard, before waving, and leaving, Alistair at her side.

"Ah. Yes, I remember him." Leonard wraps his arms about Vixen as best he can will full hands. "I am glad he left, then... and no, you didn't. Not that I would admit if you did." A wink trails after his words.

Vixen is distracted for a moment to glance towards the departing pair, a mischievous little curl of her lips developing. But she isn't ignoring Leo.. at least not for more than a moment before she looks to him and grins. "Good to know you've got some fortitude then," she teases lightly. "You didn't do too bad for yourself either."

Leonard's smile broadens and curls at the corners to point towards reddening cheeks at the compliment. "I'm sure I'll need to keep practicing. Build up my stamina along with that pedestal. How have you been?"

Vixen chuckles lowly and gives his lips another brush before she steps back slowly. Though not without snagging his arm to lure him to the bench for a sit with her. "I'm fine, just finished some lunch. Considering where I'm gong next.. nothing pressing for the moment. Usually when that's the case, I just wander around a bit, see if I run across anything important. Best thing about being self employed, I can define my own hours."

The ever-agreeable Leonard was lured in some time ago and is now snagged to sit. The materials in hand are set on the bench beside him, opposite Vixen. He nods. "I have trouble imagining you pinned down to a clock. You might look very nice in one of those little Happy Burger hats, though..." More grin with the prodding tease before he adds, "be much easier to track you down at times, too."

Vixen laughs lightly. "Yeah, they day you see me working there, you know I've hit a low. If I was to do some kinda menial job, it'd be with computers cause that's what I know. I can take them apart, fix them, put 'em back together and program them. So now you know who to look up if you ever have a computer problem." She grins idly and settles a hand on his knee. "And I know who to bother when it comes to magical and research stuff."

"That is good to know." Leonard looses a chuckle. "I tend to bang electronics on something hard when they aren't working, which probably doesn't help all that much. Hmm... maybe we could pool our skills? For all those poor souls who have their pocket computers eaten by some mystical creature. You could repair it, and I could tell them what left the teeth marks?"

Vixen laughs at that and shakes her head. "That'd be pretty damn crazy," she murmurs, giving his knee a squeeze. "Wouldn't mind working with you for real, though for now my little broadcast is only enough to support me. Not sure where anyone else could fit into things. Maybe somewhere along the line I might find some way to expand it.. and the money to do it. But for now it just doesn't seem possible."

Leonard extends an arm across her shoulders to squeeze the one on the far side, grinning. "I wasn't asking for a job, although I should look into something before too long. Credits do burn holes in my pockets..." His shoulders roll, grin still in place. "It was more a poor excuse to monopolize your time, and I should avoid that, also."

Vixen smirks faintly and shakes her head. "I do what I want with my time. If I wanted to go do something, I would." She smirks faintly. "After all, I've done that enough, don't you think? Leaving you hanging now and then and all that." She chuckles lowly and leans into his side a little. "Get a good job, I'm expensive to maintain," she jests lightly.

"I've noticed." His free hand lifts to jab her side with a finger. "Both... but you're worth the trouble, and expense. Speaking of which, there is a disc or two I need to join the city in hunting for. Any chance of an insider tip?"

"Nope, sorry," Vixen murmurs, lightly amused. "You have to hunt like everyone else, no favorites. Gotta keep my fair rep after all." She grins as she gives him a little prod back. "So what are you gunna do for work anyway? Work at the library? Maybe work for one of those adventure places or something like that? What do you want to do?"

Leonard flinches a little, for effect. "I thought not, but I had to try... and that is a good question. While I do tend to live here, I don't think that I'd be any more content with day-to-day work than you. A smaller town might have need of magical services, but the Guild handles that here." A chuckle accompanies his shrug. "Some sort of adventuring or exploration might be the best choice. I really never gave it that much thought, as my pockets aren't empty yet."

"Bad time to start thinking about it," Vix notes. This time the poke will be firmer, nudging him in the ribs. "Theres an adventure place to look. They don't seem to be day to day, but I dunno.. never worked with 'em, never bought from 'em. So you'll just have to go take a look for yourself."

Leonard laughs at the more emphatic hudge. "Better now than after I'm broke. I'll go and take a look." Not right at this moment, obviously, as he makes no move to jump and run. Instead, he gives Vixen's shoulder another squeeze. "Since I've interrupted your brainstorming on what's next on your view, may I ask what you've come up with? Or is that also a threat to your reputation?"

Vixen chuckles lowly and shakes her head a little "Nah, I'm just going to go out in a moment to take a wander. So that means you'll have to go it alone again soon." She grins broadly and lifts a hand to lightly stroke his cheek. "But don't worry, I'm sure we'll run into each other again."

"I'm getting used to you suddenly up and leaving." His cheek leans into her fingers, distorting beneath them with a smile. "Besides, it just makes running into you again that much more fun. If I'm to wear out your tolerance eventually, better to do it in small pieces than all at once."

Vixen chuckles lowly and half rises, slipping astride Leo's lap smoothly. All the better to lean in and lay her arms on his shoulders as she gives him a nice, deep kiss. Not unlike the ones the night before. A soft mmmn hummed as she leans back again to look him in the eye. "You keep being sweet. I'll see you some time later," she murmurs to him before getting up once more to take her leave.

Little pieces, little pieces. Leonard is improving at taking the moment, easily wrapping her with his arms. Her leaning is even met close to halfway, and his grin afterwards easily read in his eyes. "Don't worry, I will." A mild swat aims for her backside as she stands and turns. "Try and stay out of trouble?"

Vixen starts slightly when the sway comes, even if it is a mild one. Looking back at Leo with hiked brows for a moment before she smirks faintly. "Learning," she tells him, waggling a finger in his direction before she continues on. "You know me," she adds to the last along the way.