Jun 27 21:48:58 106 PA - Refugee Town's First Gathering

From Chronicles

The current game time is: Mon Jun 27 21:48:58 106 PA.

Vixen is, again, hanging out in the Dregs. She'd have told Leo about the location beforehand and he'd know she's out here, perhaps a bit later than her recent norm. Despite the rain or perhaps because of it, chasing away most people. No refugees to be seen as of yet, but soon.

In the now, she's perched on the corner of one of the abandoned factories here. An old something.. could have been a pot once, though now its holed and warped.. serves as a passable seat, the young woman hunched under her umbrella. Though she's not idle as she looks out over the rest of the business park. Her free hand has one of those protein bars in it and she gnaws on it with a distinct lack of interest in the bar itself.

No one could ever say that protein bars were exciting nor interesting. Neither is the rain much fun, but Leonard is out in it, regardless. Shielded by his own umbrella, he nears the future real estate of the dispossesed and the key agent on their behalf.

Vixen does happen to spot Leo this time around. A momentary bit of movement, something that draws her to look down, squinting slightly. The distance and darkness enough to make her uncertain. So she sets the bar on her knee and slips out her camera. It has a zoom, after all. Her hand guards the light on it as she orients it and zooms in close. "Need a nightvision filter," she murmurs to herself as she tries to get a good look at the intruder.

Leonard is oh-so-very stealthy, of course, moving as he does down the middle of what could be considered a street. A lack of cloak leaves his irridescent purpleness exposed, but the poor lighting does minimize the effect. He finally comes to a stop and glances around with his own squinting. There is some knowledge of what or whom he's looking for, as his eyes quickly rise to scan the broken skyline following a brief survey of street level.

Vixen gets enough clues after a few moments to make the connection. A slight smile coming to her. The camera gets closed up and slid into a pocket before she extracts her penlight. Paused for just a moment to scan the surroundings before she flicks it on and gives it a brief few moments of twirl before it goes off again and she slips it away.

The twirling light is a momentary surprise, but once it's clear it isn't the sort of focused light that results in vaporization, Leonard moves towards. Thoughts of Edgar and the delights of having wings come to mind while the rest of him deals with clambering over rubble and locating a path up. His steps are not as quiet nor as surefooted as he'd prefer, and a muttered curse or two precedes his eventual arrival to Vixen's elevated perch. "Next time, I'm bringing the jet pack..."

The factory has an external fire escape that allows access to the roof without plumbing into the interior. And when he gets to Vixen, she'll have the bar in hand again, half unwrapped and partially gnawed. She looks back towards him as she comes near and grins a little. "And bring every scavenger in the area down on us. You could use the exercise." Her words jesting, tone inviting. "Pull up a.. well, something to sit on." She glances about the debris on the rooftop.

"It would draw a bit of attention, wouldn't it?" Leonard's tone suggests that the idea may not be wholly unpleasant as he approaches and locates a dislodged cinderblock. After tipping it to bring a semi-dry side upright, he claims it as a seat. "Lovely weather for sightseeing, isn't it?" His wry mirth is also displayed in a growing grin. "I was wondering how long you might sit out in the rain."

"I dunno.. sometimes it helps me think," Vixen offers. "Got a lot to think about, really. But I guess it aint' really all mine to guide no more. The refugees will take over most of it.. just a matter of keeping the bad influences back until they're stable." She shrugs her shoulders a little. "Same stuff as usual, really. I hope you aren't mad I didn't come back yet." She reaches out, lightly running her fingers along his thigh.

Leonard lifts a hand to rest it those fingers and his smile mellows. "Of course I'm not mad, and you weren't away long enough for me to become worried." His gaze then travels out over the damp dark. "Keeping influences out will keep everyone quite busy, I'd expect. Not so much to plan and do at this moment, then?"

"Well.." Vixen glances towards the south and says, "I'm waiting on some word back from The Family. They're the big fish here. I know what they'll want.. but we don't really have it to give, so I gotta see if there is something else that can be worked out." She looks back towards Leo. "Other than that, yeah.. waiting."

"Whatever I can do to help," Leonard pats her hand, "I'm here for you, babe... although I might be scarce for a day or two. It's my turn again to be the one to take the field trip, afterall." His smile broadens. "Not that you wouldn't be welcome to come along."

Vixen purses her lips faintly at that. "What's going on, Leo?" A light question as she scoots her bucket shaped seat a little closer, mingling the protective canopy of their two umbrellas. "Might come with.. if the meeting don't come up. We've never.. you know, been out to do things like this together. Though I've been thinking up ways we can work together better.. stay in touch. And some other stuff." She grins a little.

Leonard's brow arches at her thinking, especially with the vague 'other stuff' and the ensuing grin. "It seems I've a knack for finding those in need of locating vehicles. I had a pleasant conversation with the proprietor of the Guild Shop, and he's misplaced some candidates who were off in search of merchandise." His shoulders roll slightly. "Not only will it be profitable, but earning the gratitude of those already somewhat entwined with the Guild could be very beneficial."

"I guess so," Vixen agrees. "So you're just doing a little snatch and grab, huh? Sounds easy enough. Not sure how big a help I'd be, mostly just shooting things I guess. But if you want me along, I'll come. My aim's getting pretty good." Then she gets on to something that interests her more. "What's the payout?"

"More like a search and rescue," Leonard chuckles, "but it may well be a combination of the two. The exact situation won't be known until we find them, but it is known that the vehicle the magi were using is still intact. Not that I'm sure how this is known." His shoulders roll once more. "The payout isn't fixed, and will depend on what condition everything is in when it is found and returned. In other words, I don't really know. Once I have a few more willing to venture out, there is a shifter we are to contact who is familiar with their last whereabouts, and can lead us there."

"Huh.. sounds like he might try and gyp you.. should have at least had a rough figure put down," Vixen murmurs, frowning a little. "Might be ok, but I'd be real careful if I were you. Make sure you don't get screwed for going out on a limb." She considers a moment, then adds, "I guess if you need an extra gun, I can come along. Just so as you know I ain't a heavy if it comes down to fighting."

Leonard nods with her concerns. "I'll be careful. One more reason to invite you along, isn't it? I admit my interest is more in the opportunity than the credits, but given the lucrative nature of the likely cargo, I expect the reward to be more than a pittance." Her hand is squeezed softly. "Not trying to put you in harm's way, Vix. You just happen to be top on my list of company to invite."

"Alright, Leo." Vixen grins a little and turns her hand to lightly lace fingers with him. "I'll come along if I can. Hopefully I can pick up a few things before then, but we'll see. If not, I'm set anyway. Got plenty of toys in the now. Soon to be more, as I said before. For me and a little for us." "I feel better already." There is a hint of humor, but the majority of Leonard's comment is entirely genuine. "What other ideas did you have for joint activities involving us both?" The mention of other stuff and related comments have not gone unnoticed.

"Well, I was thinking about how you said Emma got into our place.. Even with the lock changed, I ain't taking no chances, so I'm gunna make us a little security system. Some homebrew that I've been thinking up. A few ultraviolet signalers, some motion sensors, even a few video wall mounts and some jury rigged hand monitors so we can turn it off on the way in. That way we'll know if someone has been in there and we'll even have the proof." Vixen smiles broadly, seeming quite pleased with herself. "Won't cost more than a few thousand credits in the end, I think. And we can make it discreet mostly."

Leonard looses a soft chuckle. "I won't accuse you of paranoia, as you have every reason to be. It sounds like a wonderful idea." The interlaced fingers get a squeeze. "It wouldn't hurt for me to look into some manner of magical protection, as well. Pool our talents for the better." His brow arches as a reminder is made. "Speaking of magic, have you any idea of what effects you would wish to hold for yourself? The means exist for you to have the ability at your fingertips, if somewhat indirectly."

Vixen arches a brow slightly at the last and gives it a moment of thought before she shrugs faintly. "I dunno.. armor of some kind, I guess. Or something to help me sneak around." She shakes her head a little. "What kinda way is this? Didn't think you'd find me a way to do magic so fast." She grins a little. "What's it cost? Cause its gotta cost something. Everything does."

"Devices can be made to produce magical effects," Leonard notes, "although they are typically powered by someone who can already channel the necessary energies. I'm not able to craft such things, myself, but I know those who can, and I could charge the batteries for you, so to speak." His lips purse somewhat at her last question. "It wouldn't be inexpensive, and apparently the storage ability requires rather pricey gemstones. Still, it is an option. I'm also delving into more permanent enchantments that might be used by anyone, but that will take some time."

"You mean that techno-magic stuff, right?" Vixen frowns a little and shakes her head. "I dunno, Leo. If its going to cost a lot, might be better to try other stuff. Heard about those Naruni? Some kinda.. aliens or something. I hear they got some prime tech. Was thinking about looking that way a bit. Nor sure how much that gear is going for, though." She shakes her head a little. "I guess we might as well look."

Leonard nods. "If you can find what you need in ...standard tech, it will most likely be more economical. The one magical device I purchased was quite expensive, and I obtained it at a generous discount." A sigh is exhaled. "Magic is never cheap, unfortunately, and requires a great investment of time, effort, or credits."

"The jumpsuit will help. Having that little extra buffer under my armor will help. And the bit on top with my coat." Vixen lifts a hand to touch the garment, the other remaining lightly linked with his own. "Not that I like to stand out where I get shot at a lot, but never hurts to be ready cause I doubt I'll always be able to keep out of the line of fire." She shrugs her shoulders a little and adds, "I'm looking at the cyber I might want to get too. Have to find a good period where I can let myself heal after. Don't want no complications."

Leonard says, "What, you don't think that I could coddle and pamper you appropriately during your recovery?" Leonard lifts a brow with more than mild tease in his voice. "I don't expect you to be tromping about through the middle of a lightfight, either, but I would feel better knowing that you'd be alright even if you forgot to duck once or twice.""

Vixen snorts a little and murmurs, "I know you would, babe. I just don't want to be sore and messed up and have to go tromping out into the wilds or have that meeting come up. I wanna be able to just lay about at home. Or maybe walk down to the Nightingale or something. Nothing more than that, cause once they cut you up to get that metal in, gotta let the body heal."

Leonard chuckles. "I can imagine, but you would know far better than I. Having metal imbedded into me is not my idea of a good time, and it's counterproductive, to boot. With all the frustration I had with just my computer, cybernetics or bionics would be unwise." His grin turns decidedly wry. "If I had an arm replaced, I'd wind up punching myself in the face when I tried to pick my nose."

Vixen smirks a little at that. "Ain't so hard to use cyber, Leo," Vixen replies. "It becomes part of you, like it was always there." She lifts a hand, tapping next to her right eye. "I can take vid of you even when I don't got my camera out. And its just like thinking about it and it does it. With the jack and ear, I can hack without a monitor and all. It'll get better when I get some other toys. Like an internal translator and some more sensors. I'd like to get a modular socket for my eye.. then I can switch up a few of them, but the sockets are pricey.. like a hundred kay easy."

"Ouch..." Leonard doesn't make it immediately clear whether he's referring to the cost or the image of her removing and exchanging eyeballs. "Well, there is always the fact that magic and the artificial don't mesh well. It is the reason you don't normally see a mage walking about in heavy or powered armor, nor borgs conjuring fields of force. They're mostly mutually exclusive."

"Oh, really? That's kinda weird, with the techno-magic and all." Vixen considers that little inconsistency for a few moments before she shrugs a little. "Like I know anything about that kinda junk." She smirks a little. "Ain't that interested in it.. just making a nice life. And we're doing that. Gunna make the home secure, then the self and everything will be fine."

Leonard rolls his shoulders somewhat sheepishly. "I did say 'almost,' and I don't know much about techno-wizardry, other than the preference for leather jackets. You'd probably like them." Another squeeze with the mild prod. "A nice life would be... well, nice. I know you're always more focused on the here and now, but what else do you have envisioned, if not planned? Past the refugees and gear and upgrading yourself beyond us mere mortals?"

Vixen frowns a little at the last. "I dunno.. I mean, I always got things I'm after. Creds and better gear. Don't suppose that will ever change or end, you know? Always something bigger and better out there. But other than that.." She shakes her head a little. "Never much cared to think too far ahead. Got enough now to worry about. You got anything?"

Leonard nods with her response, grinning softly as it isn't exactly unexpected. He then pauses a moment to consider his response to the rebounded inquiry. "Similar, I suppose, although the form is different, for me. The security of wealth is there, of course, but I'd trade equipment for knowledge. That is my avenue to the bigger and better." His grin turns lopsided. "We're almost opposites, in some ways."

"That ain't all bad, I suppose," Vixen murmurs. "Don't think its all too good to plan too much. I mean, life keeps changing. Better to be ready to change with it than to have grand plans that fall to pieces when the ground shifts."

"Indeed. I seem to be fairly adept at finding the unstable ground, too." Leonard's uneven smile remains, but the wit softens. "At least we're guaranteed to end up somewhere, no matter how little we plan our course. Sitting atop a crumbling building in the rain, for example." He shakes his umbrella slightly. "I could make it a bit more comfortable out here if you intend to stay awhile."

"I ain't in no rush to go nowhere yet," Vixen replies. "And comfy is always nicer than not." She smiles and leans back a little, her hand slipping away slowly. The protein bar on her knee remembered, she lets her umbrella lean against her shoulder as she picks it up and carefully pulls the wrapper back over it to protect it from dust. "Probably should have went to get something better, but I was a little hungry and didn't feel like going nowhere."

Leonard smirks mildly at the snack bar. "There isn't exactly a Happy Burger around the corner, unfortunately, but I can assist with the rest." His now free hand lifts to gesture, and a field is conjured about them. It's is not the energetic blue he has evoked before, but a less firm and obtrusive presence that is translucent yet yielding. It does, however, keep the rain at bay and even mitigates the heat and humidity to a more comfortable level. He folds his umbrella closed and notes, "I should have picked you up something on the way."

Vixen inspects the field that is called up with a careful eye and, after a moment follows Leo's example of closing up her own umbrella. She rises and moves a bit towards the edge of the field, as if to inspect it a bit closer. "That's a pretty neat trick, Leo." She grins, turning back towards him. "Makes things a lot easier, that's for sure." She moves up to him and casually reaches out to embrace. "I don't expect you to carry food around for me. Not like Alistair does for Cali all the time. I don't got no trouble feeding myself when I'm hungry."

"That doesn't mean I shouldn't be thoughtful." Leonard welcomes Vixen's embrace with a grin from within their translucent dome atop the building. "It does save lugging a portable shelter about, doesn't it? Cozy, a bit more comfortable, and it should keep the mosquitos at bay, should they become a problem."

"I'll have to remember you can do this, so I can make you do it later for more comfort." Vixen grins at him and then draws back slowly, turning to move up to the corner of the building again, gazing down at the dark Dreglands below. Its only a few stories, but still. She casually lifts a hand to poke a finger at the border of the field as she wonders, "Is it hard to do this one? I know that it takes energy.. just don't really know much about.. you know, how much you got and how much it takes to do this." She glances back towards him. Her finger comes back with the tip wet from the drizzle outside of the field. Their umbrellas have been abandoned, near the battered can and cinderblock that had been their seats moments before. All about the Dregs are quiet and still. An area largely abandoned by the power that holds sway over them.

On this particular day, Celaeno has taken to wandering through the dregs, poking her nose into one more abandoned areas - her presence in this particular sector due to comments floating over the airwaves, sheer randomness, or some third possibility. She moves with little regard for the rain, and though her coat is buttoned, and collar turned to the wet, a distinct lack of covering has led to her hair streaming, soaked down her back. Peering around one corner after the next she strolls, a thumb hooked idly around the hilt of a sword, but no real protection otherwise.

Leonard watches Vixen's tactile exploration with a mix of amusement and pride. "It isn't terribly exhausting by itself, no, but it wouldn't quite last a night. This was what I had in mind when I suggested temporary shelter for the refugess, although large quantities would be impossible without help. Simple enough for a brief, cozy respite for two, though."

"Oh, this would have been a bad idea for 'em. Too many," Vixen notes, glancing back towards Leo. She then cocks her head slightly. the faint sounds of nearby movement just reaching her augmented hearing. She eases back a step, hand slipping down to fish out her camera. "I hear someone," she adds, voice softer then.

Rasputin moves softly through the Dregs. He is apparently looking for something, but exactly what is hard to tell. He is smartly dressed as normal, but he has a heavy overcoat on, and a long brimmed hat. One of his hands is free, as over his coat is a gun belt, with a large revolver in it. There is also a few knives on the other side. His cane is also with him, of course. He quietly walks through the area, scaning left nad right.

Both care and fancy-free, Celaeno scrambles up a random pile of rubble, half dancing, half leaping off, onto another. Perhaps not singing in the rain, but as she weaves and bounds along she begins a low hum. Stretching her arms out in a wide, arcing spin, she quickly tightrope walks up a bar to a small outcropping before back flipping off, legs kicking out in a wide arc before sticking it with a contented laugh, repeating the spin once more before re-hooking her thumb and settling.

"Oh?" Leonard rises from his seat and steps forward to stick his head through the permeable field to take a peek. Just in time to watch a figure below flip and laugh. Self-gratifying acrobatics? At least one possibility comes to mind. His head draws back inside to note the obvious without alarm. "Yes, we have company."

Vixen drops to a knee and lifts her camera to poke the lens outside the semi-opaque barrier, using the zoom to scan the area better than her, for now, unaugmented eyes can. She'll pick up on Cel without too much trouble, brow furrowing a little as she tracks the woman's movements slowly, just using the camera to see better. "Seems familiar.. I think." Distance, time, they fog things up. "No ganger, that's for sure. So that's good."

Rasputin stops in his tracks as the motion and noise of movement comes into his field of perception. He crouches down, hand on his revolver ready to draw. Of course this makes his already short profile, even that more diminutive. He cants his head to the side as he watches the dancer tell a story through motion and movement. He finds it fairly odd, for the Dregs but stays quiet, hidden for the moment under a cover of light rain and shadow.

Celaeno takes a moment to eye a largely blank wall, flicking her sword out to add a little quick and raw graffiti before sheathing it and taking a few steps back toward the middle of the street. And freezing before slowly swiveling toward the bubble, stiff. And straightening. And dusting water ineffectually off of her coat. A few steps are taken towards it before she veers off at a slight angle, stopping as she peers at it, apparently unsure if she's being watched.

Leonard peeks again, this time over Vixen's shoulder at the camera's display. "Familiar, and possibly good. Just don't try boxing with her, or you might break your hand..." It's clear that the woman below is a bit more familiar to him than Vixen, and his light mirth might alleviate concerns. "and it seems we've been noticed."

"You know her?" Vixen glances back over her shoulder a bit towards Leo before glancing down at the side display on her camera. "I guess maybe we should invite her up.. if she wants to come up. Got enough room in here, I think." The camera lens remains poked out and Vixen will indeed continue to watch her and occasionally scan the local area in her careful, mildly paranoid way.

Rasputin wonders why this creature is dancing in the dregs. But, just stays put to watch what may happen. Perhaps the things he is looking for will come to spy on such a dancing wonder. He draws his weapon slowly, keeping it at a neutral to down position. He rests it on his right knee, holding it firmly. With his left hand, he begins to draw up a little power into his cane, just waiting patiently.

After her pause, Celaeno wobbles - well, 'wobble' may be the wrong word, as she seems to stagger a few steps left, then a few steps right - before standing up straight, eyeing the bubble once more with a large smile. She gives an exaggerated wave at it, and a loud, "Hallo, there?" before taking a step back.

"I do," Leonard nods, "and I suppose we should." He steps forward again, leaning so that much of his upper body emerges from the semi-opaque field upon the corner of the building. Once exposed, he offers a wave to Cel. "Evening. Out prancing in the rain, are we?"

It's monday night and the North Dregs are being pelted with a soft drizzle of rain. Here, the thus far unspecified place where the refugees will soon come, is no longer so quiet. At the corner of one of the abandoned factory husks is the semi-opaque field of a Sheltering FOrce spell, in which Leo and Vixen are. Two stories down, Cel is out in the open, now hailed by Leo and Ras is being secretive nearby. Vixen herself doesn't show outside of the field, drawing her camera's lens back in, the camera closed up to be put away. "Remember the fire escape on the side," she notes to Leo as she rises up from her crouch. There's a rusty, but stable enough route to the top there.

Rasputin's eyes get large as he hears the voices yell down from on high from the building. He looks up from under the large brim hat as the rain sheets off of him. He scans the skyline for where the people are shouting. He retains his hidden (prowled) location. His gun lifts slightly, but then rests back on his knee. The power in his left hand continues to slowly gather just in case he requires a quick casting of something to protect or inflict harm.

"Just rummaging around for trouble, you know," Celaeno yells brightly up at the man, pushing her dripping hair out of her face. "Or maybe I'm just around to be around," she proposes alternately. "In any case, it's hardly prancing, you know."

Having heard the news like most the city Tirzah has come to see this site which could play a large role in the city's future. Her dress is functional, her work leathers. No cover from the rain, she seems to just ignore its drenching affect on her. Making her way into the center of the business park she looks about, considering what she sees.

"I'm inclined to favor your first reason," Leonard notes in reply loud enough to reach the street below and the not-quite-prancing Celaeno, "but I've frightened most of the trouble away, of course. You're welcome to a spot up here out of the rain, however." Yes, where Leo goes, trouble is /never/ to be found.

Vixen paces back towards the center of the protected spot, arching her back a little in a casual stretch from the prior inactivity. "So did that chick beat you up too? Talking about boxing and such." The question is a casual one and her tone is light and low, not carrying beyond the cozy shelter.

Rasputin begins to slowly move again, quietly slinking down through the debris that is The Dregs. He keeps the energy read in his hand, and pistol drawn. There has to be something that goes bump in the night out here tonight. Rain, darkness, and a lovely creature as bait, how could a creature of the black resist.

Celaeno's head dips briefly at the offer, but she calls back up with a resounding, "Nah! Another time, I think! I've got all sorts of things I need to get to, now that I think about it." Her beaming smile is visible from the roof, as she gives a little twirl, backing away. "Thanks, though! I'll take you up on it some other time, promise, promise," she yells, before turning and capering off down the street in earnest.

Leonard offers a parting wave before mostly vanishing back within the dome. "Indirectly. She was unkind enough to move clear of my attempted blow, leaving me to punch a rather solid post." His explanation to Vixen is mildly wry. "Cel isn't the only woman to beat me up, but the only one who left a mark without laying a finger on me."

Tirzah smiles at the overall choice of the industrial park for the venture. From afar she appears to like what she sees in her initial scan. But moving on she's quick to start scouting the area in detail, looking for a good location.

Vixen snorts faintly in response to Leo's clarification. "Well, don't worry. Fist fighting isn't by business either. Though I guess learning it might not be the worst idea ever. I got an ok right cross on me, but only if I get lucky. Which I do sometimes." She settles back down on the bent metal bucket and wonders, "Who else beat you up? besides that Ema?"

Rasputin frowns a slightly as his "bait" leaves the area without drawing any darkness out. He shakes his head slight and continues to move towards the building with the two speaking individuals on top. He slides quietly over the broken land scape, till he arrives at the base of the building which the two are sheltered by magic from the falling rain. He hunkers down there, and waits his back to a wall. Making her way through the park in her apparent search Tirzah spots Rasputin and smiles widely. Adjusting her direction she walks towards him after considering a bit of rubble. She makes a wave to see if she might get his attention but adds his name to be sure. "Rasputin!" She calls cheerfully. "Its been ages."

"It wasn't exactly a beating," Leonard adds, "but there was a minor altercation once with Tirzah, and the self-opined omnipotent shadowling." His shoulders roll along with a mild smirk. "You might be one of the few I know who hasn't threatened nor inflicted bodily harm on me... if we ignore that bit of pistol waving."

Making her way through the park in her apparent search Tirzah spots the couple up high and smirks slightly. Adjusting her direction she walks towards the building they are at the top of, closing right to the wall. There she pauses a moment drawing on her link to channel power into the air about her. In reaction she starts to float, lifted by the enchanted air. She rises the full height of the building to pull herself onto the roof at the top lip.

"Well, I know you don't need to get roughed up," Vixen replies. Though as Tirzah draws herself up, the subtle sound of it prompts Vixen's voice to pause and she to pivot, a hand going into her coat to wrap fingers around the butt of her pistol. Of course, with the opaque nature of the field, she can't see who is out there. More the reason for caution.

Rasputin eyes go wide again as the woman comes from elsewhere, enters the street and then glides to the top of the room. All of this motion and noise has to draw something out. It just seems so quiet right now. He waits, patiently, almost hoping that something will present its self. He is getting slowly soaked after all, hopefully not for nothing. He relaxes from his tension at the site of the flying person, then just waits, scanning back and forth slowly from under his wide brim hat. The shadows dance about him, as he remains moderately hidden.

In fact Tirzah does not know its Vixen and Leonard behind the shroud, but has correctly assumed so. Still she understands the area and the spell enough not to just walk right in. "Hello?" She calls out instead, and then walks closer to the field, expecting her voice to be recognized.

Leonard turns towards the nearing silhouette outside of the cozy bubble. "I'm relieved that someone realizes that..." The comment to Vixen trails off with Tirzah's greeting. It is more calming than some grating bass stating intent to devour him, at least. "Good evening, Tirzah."

Vixen relaxes when she hears the voice, settling herself once more. "Step on in.." Vixen pauses after saying so, looking to Leo. "I suppose its dumb to ask if people can go in or out since I had my camera poking out before and you poked yourself out. So it should be fine." Casually working through that logic to dismiss the brief question on the spell's capabilities.

Rasputin is a very patient individual. But he knows that trouble would have either shown up already, or isn't going to present its self this evening. He slowly re holsters his revolver, and tugs his beard. Then, he attempts something very tricky. He attempts to quietly, stealth fully climb up the fire escape which is near him. Of course, he is very quiet, but it is an old fire escape. He doesn't do it super quietly, but he does make remarkably little nose for what someone should make when climbing something like this and being his density.

Tirzah steps into the shroud but stops to turn once on the inside looking to the fire escape that has begun to rattle. "Looks like more company." She notes before turning away to look at Vixen and Leo. "This place looks like a great start for the refugees Vixen. I came as soon as I heard of it and am glad to find you both here. I offered my help, but i need some direction to what is needed most."

"Vixen is always adept at drawing a crowd. She is the quite the popular one, afterall." Compliment or blame, Leonard offers this with a light tone as he glances towards the rattling. "That or more people simply wish to come out of the rain."

Vixen delays response to Tirzah as the sound of rattling comes from the fire escape. A soft frown touching her as she murmurs, "Things keep popping up, something is going to eventually get shot." Whether warning or prophesy, she will pull out her long pistol. It's never too far from hand. But she keeps it on her lap for the moment. "As to this place, its ok. Whether or not it works will depend on The Family." Her words low, her attention settled towards the fire escape's direction.

Rasputin makes quick motion of the two story fire escape. As he reaches the top of the ladder, he pops up and lands in a crouch, scans around then stands up again. He nods and tugs his beard, "Dobryj vecer. I was expectink more darkness, havink you all scared dis away?" He says with a soft chuckle in his voice as he begins to walk slowly towards the three of you. His cane swinging free in his hand, not clicking as is usual for him.

Tirzah nods at the mention of the family. "Right well if you need more to bring to their table look to me. In the mean time what can I do? Should I acquire a forge, get things set up for recycling. Should I start setting up vertical gardens on these roofs? I really have no idea where to focus my efforts first." She notes with a uncharacteristically humble shrug. Then Rasputin pops up over the edge and it disappears as she smiles widely at the dwarf. "Rasputin!" She greets with a wave through the shroud. "The darkness prefers easier targets I think." She adds.

Leonard gives a nod of acknowledgement to Rasputin, despite the fact that a proper introduction continues to remain elusive. "Evening. Do come out of the weather, as I believe that is what keeps the shadows to their holes." He then looks between the women. "I've not the slightest idea where to start, other than securing the property. Construction is not my strong suit."

Vixen casually slips her pistol away. The distinctive voice of the dwarf is remembered enough and she turns to present matters. "Do both, though the refugees are calling the shots for what gets set up here so you'd best run things by Emily, find out how she wants things set up," she notes to Tirzah. "Right now I have two main goals. Scare up supplies and keep the rest of the Dregs from ruining what gets built here. The rest is up to them and that's how they want it. Though if you need wood for the garden things, talk to Leo." She nods towards him, giving a smile. "That's his area. Probably got a few tons of it waiting to be put to use for barter or building."

Rasputin tugs his beard and moves forward, still scanning about as he does so, "Da, spaseebo," He steps into the small magical shelter and then rests his hands on top of his cane, with a grumpy sounding sigh. Rasputin seems fairly focuses or just doesn't listen to the conversation at hand, "Net be seeink anythink of the darkness?" He looks around a bit, "I was surink that the dancer would be bringink thems." He shakes his head and then tugs his beard again, but starts to relax a little bit after that. Tirzah nods to Vixen with the instructions. "I will ask Emily then." She confirms before looking back to Rasputin. "Dancer?" She asks, curiosity peaked.

"Cel?" Leonard lifts a brow to the dwarf and looses a chuckle as he makes a presumption or two. "If you're referring to the acrobatic one, she was likely the first to scare them away." A nod follows to Tirzah in confirmation of Vixen's statement. "Several tons stockpiled, so if you need wood, I have plenty."

"I'll say this once too," Vixen notes, looking at Tirzah firmly. "Don't make this bigger than it is already. I know you got your lofty goals and such. That's fine, but they don't belong on this project. There's one goal here. Get these people settled. Don't need any more trouble than is natural to make that difficult." There is a bit of firmness to her tone, but she's not snapping or biting. She then looks to Ras and grunts a little, saying, "Glad to know there ain't nothing out there. We don't need no more troubles in this area. Gunna be far too many people here that don't know how the Dregs works. I just hope that don't cause no problems.. probably should start holding seminars or something to educate them."

Rasputin tugs his beard and mutters something in Russian under his breath. He looks to Vixen and nods reluctantly, the water which had collected on his hat finally dripping off completely. He remembers the energy charged in his hand, and then with a brief glow of magic he is dry, head to foot. "Net, as you are sayink dis goodink I am supposink." He seems fairly miffed that he isn't going to have to scrape with something this evening. He sighs again as he looks over the street one last time, "Da, is thisink wheres the peoples from Tolkeens will be livink?" He tugs his beard again as he says this.

Tirzah looks back to Vixen, forcing down a glare over the implication she's letting go. "They're not lofty, but I still wont put my personal desires over what's needed by a couple hundred people. I'll help them, I feel I should. If they wish to return the courtesy later that's quite noble of them." Leonard glances briefly to the 'ladies' before nodding to Rasputin. "It is, and we hope to give them the opportunity to make it liveable. Not exactly an easy task given the situation."

"Call them what you want," Vixen replies simply to Tirzah. She then nods to Ras. "That's the plan now. Not the best of situations, but that's how life is. You roll with the punches and do what you have to do to get the job done. Right now it all hinges on appeasing The Family. If they decide it ain't going down, it ain't going down. This is their territory, even if it ain't being used for nothing right now."

Rasputin tugs his beard and nods slowly, "Da, mink people lives hears here. We carved out a life, these news people can do, da. Hards, but possibles." He looks back out over the street again, just to make sure nothing is sneaking up the alleys, "Though, is not their numbers more in thousands, net hundreds?" He looks to the three of you, "Or are rumors exaggeratink on peoples?"

Tirzah looks back to Vixen and then two Rasputin again. "Last I heard was over three hundred with more arriving steadily. So it could become thousands in time. This place though looks adequate space wise though. Just need to give a means to make a living, food to support it, and security to protect it. Maybe you'd like to help too Rasputin?" She invites, smiling with charm and allure.

"This place is going to be packed," Vixen replies simply. "THere were hundreds before.. I haven't been looking for a count, but think about it this way. The war ain't ending tomorrow. And as long as it goes, people are gunna be showing up. The real problem is what to do when there ain't room enough. BUild out? Sure, ok. But then you spread the area you gotta protect and run the risk of slipping into another gang's territory. Only way after that is toe build up or build down. Either way, ain't no promises that there will be room for everyone here." She jerks a thumb towards the direction of the gates. "Out there, plenty of room. In here? Not so much. But like i said, you gotta deal with what you have."

Rasputin tugs his beard and shakes his head, "Net goodink. Net goodink." He shakes his head, "Mine peoples were only a hundreds or so, mores than thats net goodink." He shakes his head, "Perhapsink my Deli will have more usink, could run specials on foods." He shrugs a bit and tugs his beard, "But timink tough, tougher for manys, but tough. Da?"

Tirzah shrugs at the prophecy of the future crowding. "If they must build up or down or out, then they must. No point in fretting over problems when solutions are what's needed. The goal is self sufficiency, so they can afford food, find jobs, and support the others while they learn to adjust. It'll be slow, but it will be change. And that is something fairly new for the Dregs." She illustrates patiently before walking to the ledge to look down on the park below.

Vixen gives Tirzah a look, but doesn't directly address her. "In any case, that will be theirs to decide when it comes to it. By then, they'll know the score so they can decide what's best for them. Though I already got a feeling for what might happen." A subtle frown lingering as she considers that.

Rasputin listens for the moment, not really having anything to add to this conversation. He is a refugee of sorts, knows that if these new refugees are to survive is really up to them, not anything anyone can do to help them. "Da, da." Is all he says as he looks out over the street again, then back to Vixen, "You areink making efforts to help these Tolkeen peoples?" He tugs his beard, "Release stories, da?"

Tirzah nods slightly still looking down at the park. "Do you think Emily will be stubborn, decide from them to take what they need in this lawless place, run into Clash and get slaughtered? Actually I think Clash will send the message well before the decision to spread. But that's my negative opinion of them talking." She says as she turns to look off deeper into the Dregs.

"I'm still making a PDD that will do that, yeah," Vixen replies to Ras. "Just the ones that want to talk and tell me what's going on. Some video of them talking and just being. Images too. Almost done with it, so it'll get released soon. Make me a few more creds and maybe let some of the locals see these people as people rather than a faceless mob." She then notes to Tirzah, ""I think Emily might ruffle the wrong feathers around here. We're nowhere near Clash's territory this far north. But that don't mean there aren't other minor gangs to worry about. And The Family. But that's why I'm here."

Rasputin frowns a bit at this conversation. He looks to Tirzah, "Willink the Ganks be the strong, or wills the refugees be the strong. Whens mine peoples camink, the ganks founds they were little matchink for us. But we were many of magiks and mentals." He looks back to Vixen, wondering if either have an answer, "It wasink darkness that harmink us, we weren't expectink its. Nots insides of cities. But we learninked fasts."

Tirzah nods with a slight shrug. "Like I said, my negative view towards Clash may overstep the reality. Though it is still inevitable. Someone's going to get their toes stepped on in this. Preparations simply need to be made for the action that blunder will require." She says, mostly to herself. Then she looks to Rasputin with a slight glimmer in her red eyes. "Your people held out before? Would they help a new group of people do the same? Could we convince them maybe?" She asks, suddenly quite interested in Rasputin's past.

"Emily knows her own, she knows the resources they got. And they seem strong enough," Vixen replies simply. "Time will tell, but I'm of a mind to not have any strength testing. A pipe dream, likely, but you never know." She'll let her attention linger on Ras as Tir posses her question.

Rasputin shakes his head and tugs his beard, "Net, net. Helpinks dhose outsides of communities, net." He shakes his head, "Net, village must stand against the storm on own feets. Otherwise, winter takes the weaks. "Net mean, mindink you, will helps individuals lost, hungies, but not large groups. They have built homes over manies decades, carved own home. Expects to others to be doink sames." He tugs his beard and shrugs, "I am, slightly outcastink because I am not in communities, on edge near arena, " He points north of here towards the general direction of his home. He shrugs a bit again.

Tirzah sighs but nods reluctantly in acceptance. "A valid position. Such is their choice I guess. Though I reiterate that this probably will bring an escalation of strife to the area the they could be drawn into. Banding together may be the only option in the end. But, that is a decision for later. Sage's clan are near here too. Perhaps this park is the center of more than you realized Vixen." She points out with a sly smile.

It's evening in the north Dregs and the rain still drizzles down from above. Atop one of the abandoned factory husks, near to a corner, a semi-opaque dome of Sheltering Force conceals the four who linger here." A mix of visible and not so, the nature of the opaque dome mingling with the dark and drizzle. On the side of the factory, a rusted fire escape offers easy access without plumbing the depths of the building itself.

Within, Vixen eyes Tirzah as she replies, "Maybe it is, maybe it ain't. But I don't want no one making this harder than it has to be. Which means not making it bigger than it has to be. Of course, if you got something running around in that head of yours, you'd best put it on the table." She looks to Ras and notes, "Probably smart for yours to keep to themselves. If they struck themselves a balance around here, not much reason to upset it. Which is what we might be doing trying to cram the refugees in here."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. Mink peoples are reluctant to alters balance." He tugs his beard, "Is our ways, da. Dregs is unforgink place, as is worlds. I am surink they will not harmink refugees, but most likeies not be helpink."

Tirzah looks back to return the eyeing. "No ones going to make it anything except Emily, we just give her options and information, its up to her to consider, check, and decide." She points out back at Vixen. "But since you mentioned it, what do you think I have running around in my head?" She asks, her look curious.

Leonard doesn't really know the finer points of etiquette, power, territory and/or gruesome violence that is the daily life in the Dregs. Therefore, he remains quiet for most of the ...discussion between Vixen and Tirzah. It's also mildly enjoyable to watch the discourse between the two, so long as energy-producing devices or effects of a lethal nature don't present themselves. One more reason to keep his mouth shut, at least for a while. "For better or worse, they'll be here, and everyone will just need to make do however best they can... and how can anyone know what's running around in your head, Tirzah?" It is an attempt to shutter some of the eyeing, and even his final question is more of a genuine question than a witicism.

A youth that Leonard at least would be familar with by now wanders along, though odds are he'd stick out in anyone's mind who came across him. In part it's for the same reason he stands out like a sore thumb even when he does his best to try to 'blend in'. It's something the young man utterly fails at in the end, never seeming to quite fit in with the normal traffic, if only because he's not even half as dirty, and in part because he just doesnt quite act the way one would expect some one his apparent age to act. Well, that and one cant mistake the fact that chances are, if he'd only dress decently he'd look like he just walked off a fashion show walkway. None the less, here he comes picking his way along curriously looking at one thing or another and apparently completely uncaring about the weather.

"I dunno, but with you talking about Sage's people, I have to wonder," Vixen replies. "Help is good, but we don't want to make waves. Team ups on an official basis could count as that.. depends, I guess, on what Sage's people are doing and where they are." She then looks to Leo and bobs her head a bit. "There is that one inescapable fact. I ain't fighting that fight no more, no matter how bad an idea I think this is."

Rasputin nods and just listens for the moment, as he keeps casually looking out of the city. He tugs his beard when notices some motion out there in the streets near the industrial park. He tits his head up a little to try and get a better look, but isn't doing a great job in the rain and mist. He tugs his beard again as he thinks to himself about a possible darkness coming.

Tirzah smirks at Leonard and shakes her head. "I don't think anyone but Sage 'knows' what goes on in my head. But I was curious to know what she thinks goes one there. A frame of reference to help me be more amicable." She points out before smiling warmly back at Vixen. "I understand your desire to keep this tightly controlled Vixen. I just cant help but see you as trying to hold a pint of water in your hand. But in turn I also understand my view of free form adaptation is no more attractive. That's why I like that you've chosen to stick with this even though things have not gone as you intended. I could not do this without a contrasting view I don't think. And I think your position is similar." She expresses openly.

Leonard is unaware of any familiar youths below, due to his location and the obscuring nature of the magical dome. His head shakes in reply, and her smirk is mirrored, for a moment. There is a slight pause before he vents the building wit in an exhaled sigh. "Perhaps she could explain to me why nearly everything you say can come across as biting, sarcastic, insulting, or a combination thereof. Most of the time, at least."

Now, Sarik is the sort of person who really, really likes magic in just about all it's forms. And so when by chance he spots what at least appears to be some unusual dome on the roof, he comes to a stop, his head tilting back a little as he looks up at it with a certain ammount of curriosity. A few backward steps to try and get a better view before he pauses once more to try and figgure out how to get a better vantage point.

"Wouldn't speak well for me if I cut and run at the first sign of trouble," Vixen replies to Tirzah. "And I don't know a thing about your view of 'freeform adaption'." She glances at Leo as he speaks, then adds to Tirzah, "Sometimes I wish you'd just talk straight and simple rather than tossing around these fancy words that probably mean more to you in your head than they do to half the people you talk to. Then there'd be less need for people to try and figure out what you mean half the time and chance getting it wrong."

Rasputin narrows his eyes, as the motion stops and the target becomes a bit more apparent. His hand slides to the holster, and removes the strap. He does this action really, really slowly. Trying not to draw attention to his actions. His focus on the unknown individual down on the street, he then slides his head to the left and looks at the people talking. He grins a bit then looks back down to the street to make sure what he is seeing is what he is seeing.

Tirzah shakes her head slowly as she regards Leonard. "So thats how what I just said came off as? Wow, I wonder how pale you get if i actually tried for that impression. I mean you seem to be expecting that much anyway. I'm fiery, I burn. But I can also sooth, warm, shelter. None of these negate the fact the I WILL burn. You either work with it or avoid it. People have worked with it successfully for eons. Are you back before the stoneage when dealing with me Leonard? Maybe that's why you and Ahriman are linked hmm?" She retorts to him venomously, but lightens up with another shake of her head. "Yes, I can be all those things. But to say they are in nearly everything I say. That's just rude and speaks of your true expectations." She chides before considering what Vixen says. "That's a good point. Maybe I do go too far with my words. I'll see if i can be more clear. No promises though. And actually I just made 'free form adaptation' up. I was trying to define the opposite too much control I described with my analogy of you. I guess I failed miserably at that."

"It seemed to me that you have much more in common with him than I, Tirzah." Leonard rolls his shoulders. "I might have displayed my share of pompous arrogance, but not for the eons you two favor. Personally, I'd prefer to see more of the warm and soothing aspects..." Perhaps in light of her eventual lightening of tone, if not to him, he lets the words trail off without speaking further on that topic.

Vixen decides to stay out of the question on Tirzah's demeanor. She's had her say on that, heeded or not. "Anyway.." Giving the word a little emphasis. "If Sage's people want to get involved in things, I'd like to know about it. Consider it a formal request or whatever. But I'd like to be aware of whatever is going on when it comes to these folks."

Rasputin scans the area as the object just walks out of view again. He mutters under his beard softly, and refastens his pistol, then slides his hand, ever so slowly back up. He takes a step back and looks back to the group of you. He cants his head to the left with another tug, "Sage has peoples? Reallys?"

Tirzah glares at Leonard coldly. "We do have a great deal in common. He's elemental, I'm an elementalist. We are very much kin, and that is why I have chosen to help him regain some of what he has lost to time. As for my other sides, prove yourself deserving and I might indulge you." She offers before looking to regard Rasputin in a lighter but still slightly insulted impression. "What do you mean 'Sage has peoples?' Of course Sage has peoples. Honestly Rasputin, she adores you, you could at least try to pay attention."

Leonard turns pointedly from Tirzah to Vixen, his countenance softening notably in the process. "If they wish to become involved, I'm sure that Sage would be courteous enough to keep you informed. We could use nearly all the assistance that can be found."

"Maybe." Vixen's response to Leo noncommittal. "Help is good, but it could be outweighed if not done right. Now ain't a good time for poorly handled good intentions." She then notes to Tir. "If you're talking about that shadow man, then you need to find a way to make him less creepy. One day someone is probably just going to shoot him cause of how creepy he can be."

Rasputin tugs his beard as he ponders the conversation about shooting a creepy person. He wonders if people find him creepy, then thinks about the possible answers to that question. He cants his head to the right, "I was not knowink Sage had peoples. Dough, I am keepink in da Deli mostink times. Saves my trips hunting for darkness." He shrugs a bit, "Dough, I am ponderinks hunting trips stills. But that has nothink to do with dhis conversations."

Tirzah nods quite enthusiaticly to Vixen. "Yeah I'm working on that. Easier said than done. I'm getting better at making him look pretty decent if I'm around, and in turn he makes me look nearly immaculate for that effort. But still.." She trails off before considering Leonard once more, and looking to consider another back hand perhaps as her fist clenches. "And of course I would tell you of any change or offer I become aware of. How can i expect you to perform if you don't know what you have to work with?" She reassures Vixen, asserting her restraint towards Leonard.

"Perhaps he could assist you, as he seems to know something of darkness" Leonard offers Tirzah a compeltely almost sincerely pleasant smile as he motions to Rasputin, then turns to the dwarf. "Her shadowling friend is the dark incarnate, afterall, and is somewhat familiar with hunting in the shadows, from both points of view."

"Good." Vixen's simple response to Tirzah. And the rest of it she considers with a casual level of generic interest before she looks to Leo and says, "Now that I think about it, maybe we should try and use some of the resources we got to work up some security for these folks like I was planning for us. Signalers, motion sensors and cameras. It would cost more for an area this big, but still.. if we can generate enough funds, it would be relatively simple. Set up a control center with a few low grade computers to monitor and administer the system."

Rasputin tugs his beard, "What about usink somes kinds of magic centuries? Wards or creatures?" He say softly, "To patrolink the areas, perhapink keepink others out of the areas?" He says almost spouting off as if he had thought about it before but perhaps just something on his mind for other reasons. He tugs his beard again, then looks out over the street, "Da, large areas doughs."

Tirzah smiles looking to Vixen with a slight nod to Rasputin. "Well if its alright with Vixen and Emily, I can summon phantoms to patrol the grounds fairly randomly. Create a widespread rumor that the refugees are protected by ghosts." She offers.

Leonard returns his attention to Vixen and her suggestion with a slight roll of his shoulders. "If it would be feasible and effective to implement, I see no reason why we shouldn't. I could offer the means for patrolling the grounds, as well, that would be effective at both deterrent and proactive defense. Not that I expect all would approve."

Vixen frowns faintly, looking towards Ras, Tir, then Leo with a cautious expression. "Leo was talking about some magical security before, but to be honest I don't know if we wanna have magical things wandering around here. She considers Ras and Leo in particular. "The point of the system is so that they can monitor their perimeter without needing too many sentries. Hands are going to be needed for building more than guarding."

Rasputin nods slowly, "Da, da. As dwas it when my peoples came. We used magiks to protectink us. Works well, against mosts. Just not as well against darkness." He tugs his beard, "Dough, I am not thinkink mine methods would goods, perhaps others." He looks to Tirzah, "Perhaps yours, " He looks to Leo, "Or yours, da? But somethink should be beink in place befores they are comink."

Tirzah nods to Vixen. "You make a good point, it draws away from their self sufficiency for us to provide that. Later down the road I may be able to commission a technowizard device they could use for security. That would be a better direction I think." She points out.

"What happens when someone disagrees with their presence," Leonard asks of Vixen, "or decides they are a tempting target, and breaches that perimeter? Warning is only half of the solution. Or are we planning to supply them with the means of defense, as well?"

Vixen eyes Ras in the wake of his partial withdrawal of services. But she shifts focus quickly back to Tir and says, "You'll have to do like I'm going to. Run it by Emily. Personally, I think discreet is the answer. A passive set of sensors and cameras makes for a discreet little system that doesn't draw attention." She looks to Leo and says, "Emily says she has people to fight. But what sort of things are you thinking about having guard them? If they can't be there 24/7, ain't really the most useful thing ever."

Rasputin looks back at Vixen, returning her 'eye' then just allows it to pass and looks to see what Leo and Tirzah have to say on the topic at hand. As he does he gazes out into the street, just making sure nothing is down there moving.

Nodding at the repeated protocol Tirzah shrugs. "Guess that's it for tonight then. See you guys later." She promises as she walks over to the ledge beside Rasputin. Then giving him a slight wink she promptly steps off to plummet but slow to a float and land on the ground to make her way home.

Leonard's reply is delayed as he watches Tirzah departing leap before responding. "I'm sure that I can acquire suitable help, and time on duty is not much of an issue. None at all if we allot for some rotation to allow a change of scenery or task now and then." His attention belatedly shifts to the peering Rasputin. "Are you expecting unwelcome company?"

"Vague wont' cut it, Leo," Vixen notes to him. "Don't want no demons on guard duty. Your bird I can deal with, that's a personal thing. But I dunno about pulling critters around to play guard." She reaches out to lightly graze his knee with her fingertips. "Dunno if they'd like it either. Not being mean, babe, but I am concerned. If I'm getting the wrong idea here, tell me."

Rasputin looks back to Leonard and grins, "Da, dis is the Dregs, da?" He chuckles softly as he takes a step back to the two of you, now that Tirzah has left. "One shoulds be always expectink trouble here. Da?" He tug his beard a little bit, "It is importantink that if you find gardinks they are ables to do so, as you say twentys-fours by sevens. Da? But also be able to be understoods by the peoples, and not feared." He says softly, speaking from personal experience perhaps, "Otherwisink the people beink protecteds will fears, whichink is net goodink."

"I wasn't attempting to be vague by intent, Vix," Leonard rolls his shoulders, "but due to a variety of options. I'd only claim you had the wrong idea in that you think /everything/ is a demon, but that's merely semantics. Inhuman doesn't necessarily mean indiscrete."

"Well, how about we talk specifics later," Vixen offers to Leo. "Though he has the right idea." Her head dips towards Ras. "If the people fear a guardian, ain't gunna be too good. But I'm glad you're thinking. I don't wanna discourage that."

Rasputin nods and stays quiet for the moment, making some views towards the street every now and then. He just waits for Leonard to explain further. His words are his for the moment.

Leonard simply nods, though a slight smile warms the otherwise curt gesture. "Yes, dear. It's not my intent to frighten away the refugees. Their competition, perhaps, but not them." As explanations go, it isn't much. Specifics can wait for another time.

Vixen breathes out lightly and returns the smile. "I think its getting too late to think anymore." She rises up off the bucket, glancing up through the bubble that keeps the rain away. She picks her umbrella up along with and then looks to Ras. "If you want to help out with the refugees some way, you can contact me. You know my show? My PO Box?"

Rasputin tugs his beard, "Da'n'da. I am thinkink I can helps somes, but net much. And somes of mine helps would not be welcomeds." He smiles but does not explain, "The day is breakink soons. I must be aways to my deli to be readink for breakfast. Da? Comink by somes times." He looks back out to the street.

"It /is/ getting late," Leonard admits, "and, as cozy as this might be, it's not the wisest place to sleep. A shame the rain wasn't kind enough to stop.." He takes a few steps to retrieve his umbrella and regards the dwarf as he returns to Vixen's side. "No reason to discount what you might offer before offering."

"Well, drop me a line if you have something specific," Vixen offers Ras. "Don't get too wet. I suppose this spell will last a bit." She glances up at the dome, though only a moment before she reaches out her hand to Leo, popping her umbrella open over her head in preparation.

Rasputin shakes his head and says something in Russian, something which does not sound good at all but he does it with an odd grin on his face, "Da, you twos stays dry? Da?" He tugs his beard, and with that, plants off of the two story building and begins to work his way down the fire escape almost silently yet very quickly. In moments he fades from site, into the shadows and darkness, moving quietly as if invisible.

Leonard nods with the supposition. "A few more hours. I might as well leave it to expire on its own, as someone might make the climb to stay dry." Speaking of which, he opens his own umbrella as he takes Vixen's hand with his other. "Shall we?"

"Lets shall," Vixen replies, moving next to Leo. The two will make a less silent downward trip and head back to the homestead. Taking a direct path out of the Dregs before hooking around back towards the other side of town.