Jan 06 13:31:39 106 PA
From Chronicles
Today the frost in the air combined with the rain to form sleet. The half-frozen slush whipping on a bitter wind as it attempts to find any little crevice or hole in your wardrobe to slip in through.
Knock knock. Who's there? Sebastien! Sebastien who? Sebastien who's not wearing armor. Blue jeans hug his legs, with a leather shirt buttoned up his chest and a broad black-brimmed hat on his head. The shirt has beaded tassles, with a rounded eyelet and ovoid native design done in black and red and turquoise on the back. He eyes the door after the knock, arms folded in front of his chest.
Having been woken up earlier by a bad dream, Sage has freshened up this morning and begun on making breakfast in the kitchen when she hears a knocking on the door. She pauses to glance over in the direction of the bed where Tirzah still sleeps. She makes her way over towards the door, looking through the peek hole to see who it is. Seeing, Sebastien on the other side of the door, she keeps the chain that keeps the door from opening the all the way but unlocks the door otherwise. She opens enough to see Sebastien more clearly. "Tirzah's still sleeping..." She comments simply.
Tirzah groans, the knock on her door the final blow to her defeated ruse of sleeping eternally. The first blow was when Sage insisted on getting up, though convinced her to rest more while she made breakfast. The second blow was the wonderful scent of said breakfast. Sitting up abruptly and casting she sheets aside with a sweep of her arm She gives the room a lazy glare. Her fingers combing through her disheveld hair a moment she looks outside to ascertain the time. A short moment, as her need to make catches up with her, making her dash into the bathroom.
Sebastien blinks once, watching Sage. His smile freezes, leaving him with a vaguely dopey expression as myriad thoughts run behind is eyes. "Ah..." he speaks, and tilts his head fruitlessly to get a better look inside. "I ah, see," he replies, his grin broadening just a touch.
While the man's mind wanders over the possibilities behind her presence, Sage glances over to see whether the redhead has being fully roused from her slumber. A faint look of amusement coming when the other woman dashes into the bathroom. "Step back a little..." She says when she looks back to the man, "Looks like she's up now." She'll close the door slowly, letting the man get out of the crack or not as he chooses. Then, undoing the chain, she'll let him in. "Just behave..." She suggests, before closing the door behind him.
A flush comes from the bathroom to indicate that Tirzah is indeed among the living once more. Shortly followed by the should of running water as she goes about her morning care. "Who is it?!" She calls out to Sage while she makes herself presentable.
"C'est moi, mademoiselle!" Sebastien calls back, voice catching a touch of musicality as he wanders inside. He peers meaningfully at the bed, but wisely says nothing before eyeing Sage just as meaningfully. A little chuckle escapes his lips, and he gives the darker woman a little bow. "Tres bien fait," he applauds, making his way for a couch by the fireplace. Sprawling there, bold as brass, Sebastien keeps an eye on the door to Tirzah's commode. Keeping close tabs on the redheaded one.
Figuring the man will make his own introduction, Sage isn't disappointed by the man in this aspect. She considers the man, but doesn't seem to have any tell tale blushing at the meaningful look. She shrugs, "She wouldn't let me walk home in the fog." She says simply, before she turns to walk into the kitchen to check on the breakfast she had been preparing.
Tirzah sighs, though probably not audible outside the bathroom. "What do you want?" She asks, her tone exhibiting uncensored exasperation. She takes a few more minutes than she would have without a visitor, for some finer touches. Then checking her deep blue cottons to make sure everything is where it should be. Emerging from the room she gives Sebastien a lazy glare, though in her defence its the same one she woke up with.
"Other than to come and bask in your glorious presence?" Sebastien asks mildly, responding to the glare with a bright smile. Lifting a leg to drape over the armrest of the couch, Sebastien swings his toe to and fro, and takes in a breath. "Actually, I came to ask you something about the dregs. I was hoping you could help me."
Once it seems evident that the two will have some words back and forth, Sage seems content to work through the last stages of the breakfast she had prepared. She had thought to do something quick to follow an idea she had, but the course of events have shifted some. "Have you eaten, Sebastien?" She asks simply, as she begins to get out plates.
Tirzah cocks her head at Sebastien. Someone asking for her help in regards to the Dregs? Not at all expected. Curious she manages to dispel the glare for now and gives a weak smile to Sage. Putting the kettle on and readying her tea pot she eventually gives Sebastien a slight nod. "Alright. I'm listening." She states simply, her stance upgraded to neutral from annoyed.
"Actuellement non," Sebastien replies to Sage, flashing the woman a smile. The way to a man's heart is ... well, it's not his stomach, but Sebastien can pretend with the best of them! "I am just off of work." He shifts where he sits, throwing his other leg over the armrest of Tirzah's couc to that he can lounge and inspect her over his knees. "I heard this awful rumor that someone was making burning threats," Sebastien speaks mildly. He smiles, wriggling his shoulders into the opposite armrest to get comfortable. "Is it that you would know anything of this?"
A faint curl of a smile comes to her lips as Sage looks back to the two of them. "Ah..." She replies, as she gets out a third plate. "The next question for the two of you is how sweet do you want your breakfast?" She asks, glancing over her shoulder once more as she begins to settle the portions onto the plates.
Tirzah eyes Sebastien carefully as she pours the boiling water into her pot. "That's rather vague even for a rumor." She notes lightly. Pulling out a large mug and the honey. "I hope you have more than that if you want my help." She states, waiting for the tea to steep. Turning to sage she smiles warmly. "I haven't quite reached my limit for sweetness yet this morning. Load me up."
"I will take it as does the Lady," Sebastien speaks with a smile, and winks at Tirzah. "Something about making fire burn brighter," he notes levelly. "And, since I know only one disaffected firebug with a flare for the dramatic, naturally I thought ... I must be one of your friends, non?" Sebastien carefully folds his hands in his lap, waiting at the distance a moment longer.
With the redhead reasponse, Sage gives the woman an amused look before turning around to prepare the dishes. "Okay." She replies on the heels of the man confirming that he wants the same as the redhead. She takes out a small spoon and uses it to sprinkle icing sugar in decorative patterns over the french toast before adding swirls of maple sryup. Then, she turns her attention to the tea. With it seeming to be ready, she takes up a tray that's large enough for the two plates and the tea set. She takes this into the couch area to set it down on the table. "Enjoy." She says simply, before turning to the kitchen to prepare her own dish.
Tirzah shakes her head casually. "Making fire burn brighter?" She asks, rather bemused. Not likely to ever give in to Sebastiens habit of trying to get her play his game she just shrugs. "An interesting concept, is that to combat the fog for the homeless in the Dregs? Not an easy task for sure. Perhaps not even feasible." She notes before pouring her tea and carrying it over to the table to take her seat.
"See how she mocks me?" Sebastien asks up to Sage. He drops his feet a moment, pushing first one boot and then the other off is feet, before casually lifting his legs to plant his feet in Tirzah's lap. His socks may not be objectionable, but he tries to say, "Now listen. If I can make the connection, even wrong, so can others. If you are not this person, we need to find them."
"Do you deserve it?" Sage asks simply, seeming more amused than judgemental in her response. Although, the main topic does draw thoughtful expressions from the woman as she considers them. She opts for a less sweet breakfast than the other two as she simply sprinkles some icing sugar before securing herself a glass of milk. Then, once she has her breakfast in hand, she makes her way to sit near the other two.
Tirzah smirks, enjoying what she can. She adjusts it to a smile as she turns to Sage. "Thanks for making breakfast." She says sincerely. Then turning back to Sebastien she gives him a completely unconcerned look. "I'm not mocking you Sebastien. I'm pointing out how you're deliberately not saying what you should. If you want to ream me out for sending a fire elemental to make a statement against a force that should not be ignored any longer, just do so." She invites with a cold stare before cutting into the first bite of her breafast with a warm smile.
Sebastien sighs, eyes dropping to his food. Grabbing his fork, he pokes at the toast, cutting a corner off of it before speaking. He doesn't look up as he does. "I am not here to 'ream you out.' I am not even here to pick a fight, although ... that would be easier." He spears the corner of is french toast, and finally looks up. "I am here because I am worried for you, Tirzah. These are threats you cannot back up alone, even with your elementals. So I am not angry at your statement. I am sorry that you did not come to your friends first." He lifts te bite of breakfast, and begins chewing.
"You're welcome." Sage replies softly, before she looks between the two of them. She absently looks at her food as they speak back and forth, before she looks back up. "I'm not sure that I can be much help here myself..." She offers a shrug as this is a battle with which she has little experience. Finally, having gotten that little confession out of the way once more, she turns her attention to enjoying her own work. As good or better than a place that makes a fuss about their breakfasts.
Tirzah grins at Sebastien, mirthful even. "I did go to my friends first. I asked everyone I knew to try and find leads on how to uncover that gang. I took every precaution and avoided letting myself be too widely known as interested. And I found nothing. And then, a bomb went off, in the very same room as me. it wasn't meant for me, I was just there. A bomb set by the same thugs. At that point, seeing such senseless death I kinda realized, playing by the rules wasn't cutting it. So I figured since this gang needs no provocation whatsoever to bomb a children's fundraiser, a little message to show its not appreciated might inspire some action. Might give me a lead i can act on. Might not, but I dont really picture the situation getting worse. Seems pretty much bottomed out to me." She states carefully in an even tone. Then taking a few minutes to eat her breakfast before it gets cold.
"These thugs," Sebastien speaks slowly, "They are not well-armed. Nor, probably, well-armored. Not compared to such people as myself, Desmond, Hamamoto, or even you. But there are a lot of them, and gangs tend to travel in groups. You could call them pack hunters." He digs into his food, fishing out a syrup-laiden soggy bit to chew on. "Even Sage," he speaks around his food. "She is psychic, non? More than me?" He swallows, becoming a little less disgusting. "A piece of the bomb, a piece of uniform, perhaps she--" he turns to Sage, flashing an apologetic smile, "Perhaps you can use tis to track them?"
When the redhead speaks, Sage considers the woman's words thoughtfully but doesn't seem to have any comments to add to the matter since she could add nothing of substance one way or the other. She simply eats her breakfast, letting her gaze drift to the man as he speaaks. She raises a brow slightly as she's mentioned in some aspect to this conversation. "Psychic, yes..." She replies, letting the man continue his line of thought. She purses her lips as she considers the man's suggestion. "I am not sure track is the right term... but I may be able to find out something." She falls thoughtful, "I feel my senses expanding as time passes too..."
Tirzah shakes her head, showing regret. "Would that you told me that when you came by Jelani's Sebastien. But its far too late now, everything from that incident is no doubt disposed of and scavenged. Finding a piece in the hopes it will lead to this gang no one wants to point a direct finger at. Well its just making the chase longer. I will check just to be sure. I'm heading back there today to talk with one of the guards. But I dont think there will be anything left in that regard." She says mournfully as she idly plays with her fork across the empty plate.
Sebastien wiggles his forgotten toes against Tirzah's belly, and takes one of his remaining bites of food. "So then, we just need to flush out an example of them, non?" he wonders. "What is it that you would need, mademoiselle Sage, to tell us something of where they stay? A helmet, a weapon, a glass they have drunk from, some fingerprints? Hair sample?" He pauses, and keeps going. Well, why not? "Urine sample, article of clothing..." Either he thinks Sage isa scent hound, or he's planning on cloning a gang member to question!
A mild rueful expression comes as a possibility Sage had not considered seems to have slipped through their fingers. The last piece of the french toast on her plate is devoured as if the light sweetness of it would make up for it. She looks to the man once more with a thoughtful expression, before making a face at his suggestion of a urine sample. "You would not enjoy what I did with a urine sample..." She replies, before she brushes aside the idea. "Assuming it is just things instead of people... belongings or perhaps even items they have touched. But, what they show me will not always be what you want." She says.
Tirzah glares at the trespassing foot and draws a miniscule bit of power from her link to fire clean all the hair from said toes in a flare of flame. "Sebastien, just where are we going to get any of those items?" She asks, annoyance returning to her tone. "Actually I don't want to know, lets divide and conquer. You pursue this lead, and I'll pursue the message I left. We can get back to each other on it whenever. Sound like a sound plan?" She asks with a cunning smile.
Sebastien's heel digs momentarily into Tirzah's lap -- to get away from the fire, obviously! -- before he reaches for his boots. "Done," he agrees, and flashes Tirzah a smile. A wink is cast at Sage, and as soon as his boots are on his feet, he wishes, "The two of you have fun now." He gathers his plate and leaves it in the wink as he scampers for the door.
"Should you need to question someone, it may be worthwhile to have me along..." Sage notes simply, before frowning faintly at the little back and forth between the two. "I have a feeling that I'll be heading out soon as well..." She notes with faint amusement, deciding the man has grander ideas of what may have happened than actually did. Tags: sage, sebastien, tirzah
