Jun 14 14:34:30 105 PA
From Chronicles
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You enter the smoke filled tavern called Moe's. Music blares from an ancient looking CD Jukebox. Inside is a collection of residents of Dregtown in varying states of intoxication. Juicers, Borgs, City Rats all sitting and drinking side by sde. Of course a few skulls roll from time to time but the Large bouncer standing by the door is over 7 feet tall and looks as if he means business. The places has a musty, old smell and the decor is dingy and yellowed with time. The red carpet on the floors is well worn and the paint is peeling off the walls. Still this don't keep the locals away as Moe's is a favorite.
The long bar, booths against the wall oppostite the bar, and the tables all seem very used, yet are strong...made of some reinforced material that's sturdy enough for the angriest juicer. A vid-screen behind the bar shows the JuicerBall game and the bar is packed with patrons clamoring for a drink...ya see there ain't no waitresses at Moes.
There is a smaller room to the back with a pool table. Not many people use the pool table on the count of the group of men, a few of whick are juicers, who usually play cards in the back room. Finally of interest in the bar is the video poker machines Moe' placed for your convienance. Winnings may be redeamed at the bar. There is also a bathroom door, a back door past the pool table and stairs going up and down behind the bar.
Ordo considers Kesslan for a moment as the fellow speaks, frowning quielty. "Nearly killed them, mm? That is... very unfortunate." A severe understatement, but what can Ordo say? He'd almost killed the cat AND the Kid back when he'd gotten pissed off. He taps his finger quietly upon the surface of the bar, creating a neat little rythmn as he thinks back to what he USED to be. Finally glancing back up towards Kesslan, with a soft smirk.
"Do you have family, Kesslan...?" He asks, before recalling that he is a D-Bee, and may NOT. After all, D-Bees are just weird. "Consider this, then. Let us say that you had this.. this spirit gift, if you will. And because of it, you would never be allowed to even see your dear and beloved friends again. Even though they are but a few weeks travel away, they may as well be within another leyline rift. In fact, going near them would very likely wind up with them tossed into the wilds with you, and you know they couldn't survive. It is a curse, dear friend, never mistake it for more. A useful curse, perhaps, but a curse none the less." He suddenly laughs, and sips from his glass again as he repeats what he said to Kid but a night or two ago. "Fucked up from the womb!" A pause, and he raises a hand to his lips. "Ah.. dear, forgive my language. But, yes. Master Hamamato is the man to see, just northeast of the city along the small patch of farmland there.."
Aimee enters in a swirl of skirts and, dropping off her bag into the workers room, emerges, running fingers through wet curls to attempt to soothe them into some semblance of calm. She runs hands quickly down her Moes' shirt, checking it for wrinkles from her jacket, smooths her skirt and heads behind the bar. A glance along it lets her note Ordo and Kesslan, the latter bringing a smile to her lips and warming her eyes immediately. "Hey, mon minet..." She glances at Ordo, giving him a nod, "Hey fop." The gaze takes in the groceries and one eyebrow quirks.
Kid tromps into Moe's a bit after Aimee's arrival , the hood of her sweatshirt and the rest of her moist from the wind blown rain. Which doesn't do much to up her mood. She kicks the door closed firmly, a hand thrown up to toss back the hood. She fluffs out her color streaked hair negligently, quietly storming her way over to the bar with a dark little frown on her face. One of those head down, shoulders hunched sort of moods that send her right towards the bar without a glance to the side and a little growl for anyone who gets in her way. Only when she gets there does she bothered to expand her awareness, only to find herself quite near to three people she knows. The girl paused, for once simply silent as nothing 'proper' comes to mind to utter, leaving her with a few moments of mental dead space.
"Then go see him I shall." Kesslan says, considering however Ordo's other words "Yet what if instead, the path that leads you from family, from friend, is for best for self? Or best even for other yet know you it not? Such is similar with Kesslan, touched by spirits say the elders of clans. Yet powers I have not such as Ordo, powers I have not compare to any other. Kesslan i sjust Kesslan. Special thing not can I do. Family had I, but killed most was by Atorian. Taken world from Kesslan was by Atorian. Taken from Pantherans was Kesslan by Atorian. War between Pantheran brought the Atorian. War that Kesslan was put into with bad equipment, with bad weapon. War that of yet has killed all of Claw member. Kill most of paw even. Recalaimed by Pantheran clans was Kesslan then, only to be sent here with new claw. All claw save Kesslan is again dead. Yet here, chance have Kesslan to find hope and help for Pantheran. Chance have Kesslan to find help and hope for all Sirev. Even maybe other races Pantheran yet meet that too suffer this fate. Sometime Ordo, the lesser must for good of whole suffer. Sometime the whole must suffer for good of all. Is simply way of life is."
Notably by Kesslan and Ordo is a plate of still warm chicken fingers, a jug of water, along with a glass for Ordo and a shallow small bowl for Kesslan. Also, there is a bottle of what passes for the best available Vokda the joint has to offer. All things Kesslan now turns to pay for as he gets ready to go. Pausing momentarily to nuzzle Aimee before turning back to Ordo "Must go now, appologies. But much thanks to Ordo for help in this. Remember though word say I. Curse perhaps is, but possible too is that for bigger thing, bigger cause Ordo suffer now that he may in future help the whole. In end however, is what Ordo chooses to do that will decide these things, just as what Kesslan do alone that will decide for I."
Ordo frowns quietly while Kesslan speaks, trying to translate 'Cat Talk' into regular Americaneese with a bit of success. He glances down to the half peeled orange, with its bits of pulp drapping his nails, before finishing the job and sticking his thumb right down the middle to cause the pieces to seperate. Idly peeling off a slice and munching it before he glances back up to respond - JUUUST as Aimee comes over to greet the two. A slight twist of the lips, but he seems amused enough.
"Ordo. Oh Are Dee Oh, Aimee. Not -fop-..." There's no real annoyance there, despite the protest. Ordo lifting a hand in farewell to Kesslan - before someone ELSE joins them. And this one, he knows -intimately- well. And we mean INTIMATELY. Or do we? There's no telling.
".. Hey.." This offered to Kid, Ordo suddenly at a loss for words. "It's, uh.. really wet out there, isn't it?" A pause. "In the rain."
She leans into the nuzzle, returning it with a feathering of kisses over his face as she leans over the bar to get to Kesslan. "Mon minet, call me? Come over tonight? I have an idea..." She grins, the amusement in her eyes, "See, I am telling you this time, so no surprises." She wrinkles her nose as she is called to serve a drink to someone, calling to Kid with a broad grin, full of mischief. "Hey Kid! Come to collect your wife there?" The domestic shopping has been noted and used against Ordo.
Take world from Kesslan. Take Kesslan from Pantheran. Make unhappy kitty. Take drugs from Eliza. Take Eliza away from drugs. Make unhappy Eliza. She has been looking around for at least two hours because when she walks into Moes she is soaked all the way to the skin with her arms crossed over her chest for modesty and chill. Hair is plastered to her skin and clothes are shapeless and dripping. "At it again, you pig?" She asks in a weak, cold little voice to Ordo on her way to the bar.
Kid ends up just staring at Kesslan initially as she gets wind of the deep topic that she's walked in on. Just what goes through her mind at that point might never be known. Good or bad, it remains hidden behind this sort of blank stare. Then Ordo starts talking to her and her mind fixes on the simple, easy to understand thoughts quickly. Her expression firms up again and, by that nature, dips back into the low funk as she gives him a narrow eyed -look-. "Ya think?" In that 'no shit sherlock' sort of sarcastic tone. Then Aimee draws her attention and she moves up, into the space Kesslan is vacating. "I came for a bottle to add to my collection," she states, seeming not much in the mood for levity. "Whiskey. Mine's almost dry, don't wanna have none when I want a nip." Of course, when Eliza decides to insult Ordo, Kid doesn't leap to his defense, just shifting to pass a look between the two of them, an edge of mild interest popping up despite herself.
Pausing by the door, one hand allready holding it open as he regards Aimee and her question the feline simply says "This night cannot, work must. Work many while, not certain when can again Aimee see." Kesslan replies "Will let AImee know when again can free be to spend this time with yes?" and once he's gotten her answer, he puts his helmet back on and heads off into the heavy rain.
"Ah, yes. And as this fine and sunny day improves, so too does my -company-.." Remarks Ordo, glancing up as Eliza walks in. All cold and shivery. With a faint frown, he idly pushes the still warm chicken fingers across the bar top for whoever else might wish to partake of Kesslan's generosity. Because, frankly, the Burster just can't stand the grease. Heat's fine. The hotter the better, in fact! But that grease could do all sorts of nasty things to his system. And then Kid completey blows him out of the water, as well as Aimee. With a quiet frown still etched across his face, Ordo idly munches another slice of orange before speaking.
"So. I suppose..." Here, a sharp eyed glance towards Aimee and Kid. "..That I should expect no civility today from either of you? I'd only stopped in for a moment to speak with Kesslan. Otherwise, I'd have long since arrived back at the Raleigh.."
"Oui, Kesslan. You tell me." She shrugs lightly, as she finishes the pint, placing it in front of the man who requested it, no sign of her feelings about the lack of Kesslan for many whiles. Aimee finishes serving the customer whose pint she just poured, and turns in a swirl of skirts to reach for the bottle of whiskey that Kid needs so very much. "Here, honey. He driving you to drink?" The look in her eyes is teasing, amused before they move onto Eliza. "Girl, you're dripping on my floor." There is teasing there too, and she reaches down for a bar cloth, tossing it towards the newcomer. "Fop, I'm civil, honey. If I didn't like you, you'd know it." She pours him another drink, pushing it over the counter. "Here, put that in your mouth and stop whining." She grins at him.
"I'm too cold to be really uncivil, Piggy." Eliza just sounds tired and unhappy today. "Besides, both times I've met you now you've been accusing me or someone else of being . . . hmmph." She itensifies her dripping by leaning her elbows on the bar and curling her body over it. "I'm sorry. I'd be glad to towel up after myself later. Do you have anything warm? Like soup or something? I think I might cry."
"No, just normal stores," Kid returns to Aimee blandly, dispensing some credits to pay for the bottle. "You know I keep my own home stock. A little bit of everything, so as I don't have to go out if I don't wanna." Finally a little smirk rises. A little bit of her natural manner surfacing past the bad mood. As she takes the bottle, sliding around her bag to start opening it up for securing of the bottle, she tells Ordo, "Look, man.. if you want to gibber at me like some love sick little boy, you're going to have to expect there will be times I'm not in the mood for that shit." She gives him a level look as she shoves the bottle into her bag. "You think that's being rude? You don't know me so well as you might think. Or maybe you forget our 'good times'." She then eyes Eliza. "What's wrong with you, girl? Besides those chemsticks." Unable to keep that disapproving little note out of her voice. And it seems obvious that the two have met. Look Ordo, they're clustering!
"Yes, I realized." Answers Ordo, to Aimee, as he takes the proferred drink with a faint nod of the head. "Although, considering the last few times you've 'helped' me, I wonder if your incivility wouldn't be less harmful to my well being." A faint grin of amusement, before he winks to the 'tender Lady and quietly sips the drink. Another glance aside to the cold and miserable Eliza, before he reaches over to nudge the plate of chicken fingers again.
"Warm enough, and free enough. The fellow who bought it for me just walked out the door, and I've no stomach for the grease." Offering food to another lady, and Eliza at that?! GASP! And, at last, Ordo leans back in his chair to idly finish off half the orange with another sip of alchohol, giving Kid an absolutely unreadable expression for a moment. As if deciding whether or not he wants to be annoyed.
"I've stopped thinking anything you do is rude a long time ago, hon." A grin suddenly starts across his face, something sly and slightly twisted. "And how could I forget good times such as those? Ah, if only bruises could speak.."
"Oui, honey." A quick reply to Eliza and Aimee turns, skirt swirling to pour hot coffee into a mug, adding cream and a tot of whiskey. "Here, this'll warm you better than some man, non?" She puts it in front of the other girl, waving off payment and sticking a credit or two from the tip jar into the till. "I know, Kid, honey, but the fop here, he would make anyone drink." The teasing look to Ordo has an edge, and she lifts an eyebrow, daring him. "What, you didn't like the books I lent to you? But, do you not still have one? The pop up one, perhaps?" Amused teasing, with an edge.
The Eliza frowns but shows a charming smile. "I'm just vagrant, Dear. Not broke." She replaces the money in the tip jar quickly and slips her toddy with grateful adoration. "Nor do I, Mister Pig but your offering makes me smile. I'm sorry, but I think you might be stuck with that nickname too." Fingers wiggle in a hello to Kid. "Belatedly, bad luck. Didn't think I'd be in the rain on a day like this. Not prepared. Just wet. Very, very wet. Dripping everywhere." She smiles at Ordo thankfully for the chicken fingers and sips the toddy. "Sorry if I'm intruding on anything. Is he yours, Kid?"
Kid rolls her eyes slightly at Ordo, though she seems less annoyed by his more flippant manner. "Just don't push me or you'll get more," she warns. Perhaps only half kidding. But who can really tell with her? The Eliza asks that certain question. Which gives her pause. A while ago the answer would have been an easy thing. Now she has to think about it a moment. Of course, amid this she glances towards the he in question. Speculative eyeing for those few moments before she decides, "He wants to be. I dunno yet." It seems a safe answer. Perhaps close to the truth. Wherever the precise truth might lie. Her eyes linger on him, waiting for his response to that. Always evaluating.
"Ah.. yes..." Here, quite suddenly, Ordo's face will redden. Juuuust a wee bit as he rests his chin upon his fist, frowning in thought. "And thanks to that.. ah.. book, and its mental imagery, I fear I have been irrevocably corrupted. Taken, for instance, in my charming new nomenclature of 'Mister Pig'." A glance and a nod towards Eliza, to acknowledge her and - perhaps - draw Aimee's attention AWAY from him for a moment. And then that brown gaze lands on Kid as he waits for her response to Eliza's question, the results not entirely pleasing. But not entirely displeasing, either.
"Just and so." He says at last, idly shaking his umbrella as he begins to stand. "I believe I'd better be pressing on to the Raleigh, if I've any hope of eating tonight. And getting energy for more nocturnal activities." He pauses for a moment, the new found lewdness briefly warning him of the consequences of letting that statement stand. ".. Nocturnal activities -outside- the apartment." He qualifies.
"As you like, honey." Aimee shrugs, leaning on the bar and giving Ordo a look of pure amusement, green eyes widening in a look of cherubic innocence. "But you came to me and asked for pictures..." She points out, reasonably and sweetly, tilting her head with a smile. The dimples deepen as she tries not to laugh at the poor man. "And oui, he is hers, but she may not be his." Aimee replies for Kid to Eliza, the grin broadening into a true one.
Eliza smiles happily. Toddy for the win. "If he wants to be yours, Kid, you should make him wear a collar to advertise that. One with a little silver ring." Shiny metal fingertips hover and draw lines around her throat to show what she means. "It would look dashing, wouldn't it? I think that if anyone knows how to dress for a collar and a little leather, it might be Mr. Piggy." The warmth of her drink has given her some life back and she winks at Kid to make sure it shows she is playing and not coming on to the perverted one. "Pictures? Oo. What did he ask for pictures of?"
Kid quietly marks and grades Ordo's response to her casual classification of what goes on between them, showing no notable personal reaction to it. Though his exploitable words and the quick adjustment of them do get a smirk from the young woman. She gives him an 'Mmmhmm..' that is not entirely accepting of his clarification. She turns back to the bar and gives Aimee a firm little look. "He ain't mine.. things like that don't go one way," she states firmly. "Makes it sound like I take responsibility for his crap." Whatever that crap is. She then shoots Eliza a look and asks, "Not that I mind, but why do you keep calling him that?" Indeed, she sounds curious, not annoyed. What others want to call him is theirs, after all.
Aimee laughs at Eliza's comment, her eyes dancing as she lifts her hair, showing a collar similar but with cat paws on it. "Like so?" She asks, amusement in her eyes. "And sex, of course. Positions and ways, so he can please Kid here..." The wicked amusement deepens, at Ordo's expense, as she rests elbows on the counter, framing her face with her hands. Kid's response to the comment gets her a broad grin, the dimples flashing. "Oui, of course." Demurely, innocently. Utterly innocent, Aimee is.
"You -knew- I didn't ...!!" Starts Ordo towards Aimee, exasperated. And then Eliza starts in. AND THEN KID STARTS IN. With that same red flush now completely covering his features, the Burster manages to stumble to his feet - and spill his groceries in the meantime. Quite quickly bending down to regather those, he moves to flee the scene, only to realize he's forgotten his umbrella. The path back intercepts with another chair, and down go the groceries once again. At last he manages to gather both groceries AND umbrella, but not before catching the last bit of Aimee's statement.
"I.. GAH."
Eliza points at Aimee's neck with her metal index finger. "Like so!" She singsongs. "Exactly like so! Except, maybe a little more metal and less happy kitty paws. But that's just about perfect. Or even worse, instead of the leather and the metal . . why not go fuzzy and cute?" She really is just saying these things now for the reaction that Ordo gives her. Too fun. Too terribly terribly fun. "Oh, because he accused me of being sexually aroused in a public place. He did not mean to do it. He trips over his tongue often enough. I am just cruel."
Kid blinks at what Aimee says about Ordo and pictures, taking a moment to process it and apply it to her already firmly entrenched ideas about Ordo before a snigger breaks out. Of course, that Ordo betrays his nearness with his exclamation only adds to that and she tosses him a look. "Told you I'd show you what I like if you earn it. You don't need no books and shit," she flat out tells him. "But you ain't there yet." And when Eliza explains the situation, Kid just nods. "Not sure how you could trip over something like that, so I guess he earned it." Nope, no help there.
"I did not! I just wondered if you were getting wet sitting on rained upon ground!"
States Ordo, flustered and utterly out of his depth with these three vixens. He glances to Kid as she sniggers and goes off on him again, before he just releases a loud grunt born from annoyance and 'frustration', before spinning on a heel and moving OUT the door. As per his original plan, already trying to unfold the umbrella. And just managing to get it stuck in the doorway.
Why? Because NOW he's gone and processed what Kid had said, compared it briefly to Aimee's books, and broke his brain. "Stupid.." He mutters, trying to refold the umbrella with little success.
"Accidentally accused you of being aroused?" Aimee lifts her eyebrows, about to speak when a shout demands her attention and service at the other end of the bar. She pulls a face, before pinning on a smile and making her way down there. "Hey Ordo, are you calling Kid stupid? My, you are brave!" The helpful call from the other end of the bar, as she pours a pint for the customer. "Kid, honey, that man is fit to explode..." She winks as she hands over the pint, takes the credits and winks at the customer.
Eliza props her chin up in one of her metal hands and tries to ignore the water running down her nose. Demurely she smiles to Ordo. "Keep changing the story all you want, Mister Piggy. You know and I know what you said. You said it and I was there. Be careful too, Mister Piggy. You're fun to tease and I'd be sad if you killed yourself trying to make an exit." She yawns and stretches, putting her arms behind her head. "I should go home too. I'll see you all later. Thanks for the toddy. Now I just need a hot shower."
Eliza props her chin up in one of her metal hands and tries to ignore the water running down her nose. Demurely she smiles to Ordo. "Keep changing the story all you want, Mister Piggy. You know and I know what you said. You said it and I was there. Be careful too, Mister Piggy. You're fun to tease and I'd be sad if you killed yourself trying to make an exit." She yawns and stretches, putting her arms behind her head. "I should go home too. I'll see you all later. Thanks for the toddy. Now I just need a hot shower."
Kid disregards Ordo after that as he departs, instead stating generally, "I don't want him collared.. that sort of kink isn't my bag.. not really." She shrugs casually. "Suppose it could be fun to try out though." A glance shot toward Aimee as she tries to stoke a bit more fire. She knows better than to think Ordo would dare do such a thing.. right? "Not my problem in the least, girl. His and all his." She then regards Liz and smirks a little. "You don't hang around places long, do you?" Casually said with a light tone of jest. "Go get bundled." She pauses, then glances towards Aimee. "I suppose I'd best head out too. I have to do some work on my music," she considers, though she isn't too quick to hop up on that.
Refusing to rise to the barb, Ordo simply pushes the umbrella until a strut snaps, and he finally manages to flit through. Although, now he'll be soaked. But, perhaps, a cold shower is precisely what he needs at the moment? Damn women!
Aimee grins, drawn into work and lifting a hand to wave to the others. "Hang out if you want, Kid, honey." She is serving drinks, moving quickly around the bar as if she had been there all her life. "Poor fop." She comments softly as she nears Kid, slanting her an amused look, "I thought he might explode." There is a wry tone in her voice, aware of the double meaning to her words.Tags:aimee, eliza, kid, ordo
