Jul 01 05:20:07 106 PA

From Chronicles

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Weather at Fri Jul 01 05:20:21 106 PA (20.89C, 69.60F): Rain rolls through the warm day. Heavy droplets falling from the sparse clouds that just hang there drenching the landscape. No wind to speak of to bestir the clouds.

The sun's high, and the garden's thinned. The glass above and the summer sun combine to bake the garden despite the thick cloud blanket above. The air is thick, moist, and smells green. A heady mix of tilled black earth and freshly sprouted leaves would be intoxicating enough, but earlier some fool tried to cut a host of beautiful purple flowers for his lady love, and the tang of belladonna rides in the air. Under the flowering plant Sebastien lounges with head propped on folded hands, a dark blue polo stretched over his chest and black slacks wrapped about his legs. He occasionally half-rises, an odd look in his eyes. Wide pupils stare glassily at all the pretty people as they flit about, before he grins and collapses again, staring at the bright ceiling.

Walking around in this heat in her dark work leather Tirzah is either one of the torture loving weirdos or completely oblivious. But as she does not sweat or otherwise show fatigue from it few notice. She steps into the garden and walks directly to Sage's alcove to see if she might find her there, but does not. So sighing lightly Tirzah turns to consider what else to do with her afternoon. The smell of the cut flower catching her attention as she takes in the next breath. Following the trade mark scent she finds Sebastien. "Hoping to poison someone?" She asks, curious why Sebastien would linger under the plant. Though even more curious is the plant's presence at all.

A pair of glassy eyes roll up to take Tirzah in, and Sebastien's breath sucks in between his teeth. His pupils are the size of tea saucers, face flushed. "You are.." Sebastien asks, his eyes sliding along her without fixing in anyone place. His voice comes raspy, throat dry, as he reaches a hand up towards her left shoulder. "Tirzah, I always knew you were an angel. But I have never ... your wings..." He swallows dryly, grinning lasciviously. "That armor does not protect much, but I like it!"

Tirzah sighs and steps in to give Seb a good nudge in the ribs with her foot to encourage him to get out of the belladonna. "You crazy fool! That plants deadly, if any part should get into your mouth you'd be paralyzed and dead shortly after. Though this is the first I've heard of an intoxication effect.. Have you been drinking?" She accuses with another attempted prod. The compliments apparently fall on deaf ears. It would seem that 'compliment null and void when intixicated or Sebastien' is in her fine print.

Sebastien twitches at the nudge, then curls to the side about the point she touched. On his neck is a red rash, powder and little flaky white bits coating the ground below. "Aaahh... AAaaaaaough!" Face contorting and white, the lines of his scars fade into the rest of him a long moment. Then he flushes again and as suddenly as it came, the apparent pain fades, and the young man rolls to his hands and knees. His pulse races against the skin of his neck, fast and shallow. "The Koala is right. I never get drunk. I can drink and drink and drink and ..." He frowns, running a dry tongue over his lips, and stares up at Tirzah. "Is it that you are wet inside?" He looks up at her wondrously, eyes wide. "Do you want to be?"

As Sebastien's go from saintly to vulgar Tirzah's disposition goes from concerned to vengeful. Her foot snapping out lightning fast to barry itself in Sebastien's gut. Though she pauses then, realizing her reaction was a little harsh given Sebastien is not in a good frame of mind. So kneeling down she makes to pull him away from the flowers to the fountain. "Sorry, I flinched. Lets see if i can get you cleaned up." She says, switching back to concerned.

The young knight collapses at the kick, twitching faintly there on the ground. He's a large pile of would-be knight, half again bigger than little Tirzah, and he sure isn't moving. His arms and legs spasm faintly, eyes active behind their lids. As Tirzah reaches for him, she might notice a sliver of something shiny in the dark brush, against the black earth. A bit of crystal, green in color. It looks like a shard of something larger.

Taking Sebastiens arm Tirzah grunts but does pick him up to drag towards the fountain. Her boyish muscles flexing with strain she avoids as much as she can on casual get togethers. The shard is notices, but not her priority as she carries him to the fountain to set him down and see what ails him. "I'll make you a deal Seb, you don't tell anyone I could pick you up and carry you, and i wont tell anyone I did." She says mostly to herself as she sheds her coat. The grabbing a rag she wets it in the fountain to squeeze a dozen drops onto his lips before giving his face a wipe.

Sebastien's an unwieldy meat puppet. The first few drops tickle his tongue, and then he swallows convulsively. "Fish people..." he murmurs, a shudder running through him. He twitches a bit, calming slowly, and utters softly, "Your gills are like ... like ..." and he grins, a familiar grin. The kind a man gives a woman, and should she pay attention to something other than first aid it's apparently not an unhappy thought! He's being suggestive even for Sebastien.

The kick still fresh in her mind with guilt Tirzah will let the grin and any other stiff expression slide as she rinse the cloth and continue to wipe, cleaning the powder from Sebastien's neck. Then one more rinse and she places the rage against his forehead. Sighing she sheds her coat and then shirt in a gesture that's sure to be wrong. She pauses to consider using her boot. But shaking her head she unclips the shoulder pad from her armor and open it to reveal a hidden compartment. Various feminine necessities are then remove from which and she fills it with water from the fountain before offering it to Seb.

The young Sebastien makes no comments. His eyes are closed. His mouth is open. His lips are ... awfully dry. The powder on his neck appears to be skin dried completely out, and as she wipes the powder away a red rash is revealed beneath. He looks leathery, dried up. A human raisin. The water in his mouth works fine, for a moment, and then Sebastien turns, coughing up a thick froth as he fights for air. "You're a mermaid angel?" he wonders, eyes wide as he leans close to sniff along Tirzah's skin. "But you... You don't smell like fish?" He frowns, drawing back from the redhead to stare her up and down in that suit of hers. "This is a silly place!" he declares, scrambling for his feet. "Come with me, Koala bear, we have WORK to do!" The young man strides purposefully off, apologizing to the lounging squid as he sidesteps air.

Snapping the shoulder pad closed so she doesn't spill the collected water Tirzah is quick to her feat to chase after and jump Sebastien, bring him down gentler than she could in a well practiced move. "No one said I was done." She growls before reaching to grab his jaw and unceremoniously pour the water down his gullet.

Sebastien's back makes an easy target. He doesn't see her. He barely sees the walkway. He *does* see a troupe of magical gnomes dancing their way through his underseas wonderland. Are they lawn gnomes or the mechanically inclined? "Lawn!" he cries happily, answering his internal monologue. His back arches at the tackle, one hand raising high above his head to grab for something intangible before he faceplants on the moist soil, getting some odd looks from those around. He reaches up shakily for Tirzah's cheek, breathing, "But you're a..." though she'll never know. Fighting on the water a long moment, letting the precious moment scream from the corners of his mouth, he finally swallows furiously, leaning back into the dark earth. One hand finds her waist, and the other, and if she doesn't act soon she'll be tugged onto his lap! "So ... come here often, sailor?" he wonders, glassy eyes staring over Tirzah's head.

Tirzah is really tempted to slap the knight but some how resists the urge. Instead she gets up to retake Sebastien's arm and drag him back to the fountain for more water. "Shouldn't this be Moniques job? I mean she's your girlfriend right?" She asks but doesn't really expect a coherent answer.

"No!" Sebastien lets Tirzah drag him to his feet, then lashes violently. He pulls back towards the path, declaring, "This is a silly place! What are you doing here? Why are they..?" He staggers back, wandering as he stares down, "Little gnomes. Hello buddy. You will keep her away from me, right?"

Sebastien's renewed resistance catches Tirzah off guard and her grip on his arm slips. This results in her falling back on her rump most ungracefully and she shakes her head. "Blast it all you stupid nut! Go then be insane, get arrested and see if I care!" She shouts at him in frustration before turning to crawl over and recollect her apparel. "Stupid french bastard." She mutters.

Sebastien doesn't hear her. He may have forgotten she exists. The man weaves unsteadily, declaring at the air, "God, turn down the storm! My boat is small and unstable!" He peers up, as if listening, and nods several times before reaching up to shake his hand with nothing. Then smiling broadly, he begins skipping away with child-like abandon. Turning the corner, he disappears back into the library. "Come, Mister Koala!" His yell is muffled, but audible in the depths of the garden as Tirzah is left alone.

Redressing Tirzah remembers the shard she noticed when she first found Sebastien and goes back to investigate. She'll dig it up and collect it with mild interest.

The shard is small, glasslike, and green. It is also hard and quite sharp along one half-crumbled angle, before the break becomes smooth and flat off to the side. A study in breakage and fracture planes, two inches long and a half inch across.

Pocketing the shard Tirzah sighs and make her way out of the garden into the library. Intent on going home where things are normal.