Mar 01 07:55:18 106 PA

From Chronicles

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The Alibi is nearly complete. The front for it is perfect and ready to go. Just some background work and the like yet to be done. As the afternoon grows older, Desmond is here, casually examining the front. The security area is very background, with a space to the side of the door for the large and small weapons lockers, a wall built panel providing access to other basics. He carefully goes about a final diagnostic on the drum locker for the small weapons, one he's done diligently every day, just to make sure the thing is in tip top condition. As usual, armed and armored when not in the comfort and safety of his home.

The door creaks open. And what seems like an almost constantly weary form these days wanders in, letting the door close uppon a familar building, but a somewhat unfamilar interior. The armored pantheran looking the place over as he slowly takes his helmet off to look at it without any sort of imparment. Besides those helmets really annoy his ears after a while. "

The door creaks open. And what seems like an almost constantly weary form these days wanders in, letting the door close uppon a familar building, but a somewhat unfamilar interior. The armored pantheran looking the place over as he slowly takes his helmet off to look at it without any sort of imparment. Besides those helmets really annoy his ears after a while. "Sirri-kujah" he intones softly, apparently more to himself. The tone soft and.. content. It could even almost be called pleased.

"Kesslan." Rumbled in a welcoming tone by Desmond as he turns to face the smaller feline, leaving the drum locker to its diagnosing. He considers him briefly before he extends a hand out to the side, motioning towards a table nearby that seems to be the unofficial desk, with various papers and books laid out in varying states of neatness and disorder. "Come, sit. Still busy, yes?" He will turn to move towards the table, expecting Kesslan to follow. There is, for now, no one else about, the workmen long since banished and the earlier orientation for new and old staff done.

Kesslan nods to Desmond "Have been. Still much work must I do to prepare for the others." by the others, his meaning likely explained at some point being the other pantheran now that more have found their way to this world. "Club important too yes, but Desmond and Aimee do good job on this without Kesslan. Hope Aimee not mind much not Kesslan not being around to help as much as perhaps should." his tone growing mildly weary and questioning near the end as he makes his way over towards the desk and settles his helmet uppon it. "Old list of people from before work well for Desmond and Aimee?"

"Aimee understands, but you know how she can be," Desmond rumbles with a light fondness as he settles down on one of the table's chairs, his own helmet already there. He shifts his own chair towards where Kesslan will settle himself, giving the other feline his full attention. "The list was useful. Some were kept.. others were not. Few of your recommendations went astray." His head dipped slightly at that. "All is well in order, though you have been occupied, you have done your part.. without a true understanding of those here, it would have been more difficult to decide upon proper staff."

"Is good then." Kesslan says to that, with a still tired but happy tone. The pantheran streatching out in a manner that suggests stiff sore muscles. And yet.. still that sense of a mild degree of contentment. "Think is good thing have Aimee and Desmond work on this place togeather. Make closer. Hope make Aimee feel is too Aimee's place. Kesslan not know how run such place, only know how keep trouble out." he glances about at all that has been accomplished. "So too it is good that Kesslan finally feel..." he pauses his ears flattening back slightly in thought. His tail pausing in it's casual sway as well for a few moments "Feel finally have home again. I have not had true home for long time."

Desmond nods his head once. "She has embraced this place," he confirms. "Not once has she spoken of her prior disagreements.. too focused on every task there is to complete." He leans forward, an arm extended to grip at the other feline's armored shoulder. "And you ever have a home with us," he adds. "You seem.. content. Is that the reason or is there something more that has touched you? So too, do you want for anything? A drink.. a bite. You do look to need rest, though that will surely come soon enough."

"No. Have eaten, need only shower later and rest. Much there is yet for Kesslan to do but..." the other feline shrugs slightly "Seem thing for at least small time better than was." he looks away then for a moment decending yet into abit of thought. "Will need speak with Rath'tklan again think I. Much in some way change. Here much danger but so too could place be for some of the clans. So too else place in stars could Pantheran find place think I. Hard will be for many, many more too die will. But Kesslan belive with work and sacrifice, Pantheran can be free again." his head turning once more to regard Desmond, those odd eyes of his actuall looking him dead on. "Not before have belived I for true this. But more time on this world spend Kesslan, more find Human while many like Atorian, not so many like Atorian. Some safe could be. Find many many other kind Pantheran not meet. Some will war, some will friend be. But Pantheran strong." a brief pause before he adds "Think I that Kesslan finally find hope."

"Then you have found what you have needed most. Such a thing is strong," Desmond rumbles with a nod of his head. "This place has many people.. many who will aid, many who will destroy. And while all of your people cannot come here, there is much space for those who would brave the dangers. I doubt many will turn away from them for the simple freedom to be had here." He leans back, letting his hand slip down, resting casually on his knee. "All of this is good to hear. I have been concerned for you often and what you have told me lays many of these concerns to rest."

Kesslan nods at Desmonds words. And now it's the pantheran's turn to reach out and give Desmond a reassuring and obviously affectionate touch. "Still have many thing must I work. But Kesslan no longer feel so.." he frowns slighlty as he tries to think of the proper term to use. "Lost? Not feel as if is one who cannot find way. Truth still walk I the path of lost in way. But now have... desitnation. Need only I to find it." Desmond lifts his hand to rest over Kesslan's. "All words that please me.. and words you should share with Aimee, for they would please her as well." He pauses, considering a moment before he wonders, "This destination.. it is one that you can name or simply one in which you have a direction.. a path that lies straight ahead rather than weaving without focus?" Curious at the precise nature of his companions' revelation.

"The path of the lost is one that not truely exist does. It is thus that is called of the lost. For those of lost not have path but must make own." Kesslan explains of the pantheran philosphy behind it. "One in life walk many different path at same time in some way. But some only ever walk one path for is all one need. Kesslan walks the path of the warrior. For such is what Kesslan is. Yet so too does Kesslan seek more, so Kesslan walk another path same time. Yet this path is of the lost for Kesslan not true know where go, what do. Before Kesslan have goal for others because others wish this of Kesslan. But now Kesslan see goal is thing that real can be, if only can find way. STill lost in this way is, for no path exist. Kesslan must then make own path."

Desmond nods his head as he listens, giving the words all due thought, extending for several moments after. "I believe I understand. Such a thing I have known before. A want, a desire, a longing.. but not means to obtain it. Much as the stars lay open to the eye, but beyond the grasp." He nods his head again. "Bothersome, but less so than an empty sky that gives no guidance." He wonders then, "Do any of your kin seek to settle near to this place? Or shall they all be distant?"

Kesslan shakes his head "Know I not. Have been much time since Kesslan home have been. That others there have been to this world was.." his ears flatten abit "Some of say fate. There are things Kesslan was told not of when sent out with team. Is much still Kesslan understand not." He settles back in his seat, ears perking up once again and his head tilting slightly to the side. "Kesslan belive that others would come if only away from Atorian flee. Pantheran of Seriv not free. All slave in some way. Fight would we for home world but... too strong is Atorian. Too many. Some forever slave be, but many yet can be free."

Desmond nods his head once. "Such a thing is what I had considered when we spoke of your people. That it might be best for some to find new places to live. I am sure there are some who would balk and such a thing.. would never retreat from what is their own. Such a thing us understandable.. honorable. But there is no disgrace in wishing to see that your people survive no matter what comes. For those that would seek freedom elsewhere, adopting new homes. I do not doubt the strength of your people, but the threat you have described seems far too large."

Kesslan nods "So too one must look to the hope of my kind Desmond. When Atorian first come, many happy. For long time has my kind wished to travel the stars. To see other world. To.. experience new thing. This the Atorian promise but in many way break. Many taken off world, but as forced warrior for Atorian Empire. See much of the stars they will, but not under condition of own. Not under order of ohter Pantheran. Here, not see path to stars, but is path to other worlds. Technology here, not so good as Atorian, yet still much better than Pantheran. With this if can home get, better will fair all Pantheran against Atorian. Perhaps some day free Seriv. Or least give Pantheran more better chance to fight back. To free others."

Desmond nods his head once. "Many paths for many hopes, many desires." He considers Kesslan quietly for a few moments on this note, then wonders, "What of you? I know your duty.. your desire for your people. But what of you? Do you yearn for the stars.. hunger for battle? Or would, with all duties met, all responsibilities shed, would you look to peace? You are a warrior, yes. But so am I. I feel I still am, though I look more to the path of peace, for it is what one is, not one one does that makes them so. And thus I wonder.. what of you and your desires?"

"Desmond, Kesslan know little but war. Grew in war, taught war all life. Aimee and Desmond remind Kesslan there too other things are. Teach many thing parents could not before Atorian took from Kesslan." He says softly and with a certain sense of conviction. "But in end. Is what Kesslan know. Is what duity of Kesslan is. In end there must be those who sacrifice what must be so that other need not. This is not thing Kesslan can turn from."

"I was not unlike you before, Kesslan. Not the same, surely, but I was taught battle and little else.. only here did I see there could be more past that." Desmond's thoughtful reply. "You tell me often there ever must be those who sacrifice, but there will always be those. I wonder if there will come a time when you have given enough. Truly something only you can decide, I believe."

"Feel I that when this day come, shall it then be that Kesslan join the sprits." He says quite simply. "Is not that that Kesslan enjoy killing, but honor demand Kesslan protect other. To do other would dishonor ancestors and family. Long line of Warrior and Enforcer cast is Kesslan family line. This not thing Kesslan forced into, for all choose own path and such is not dishonor true. For not all of Kesslan ancestor choose path of this. But is where Kesslan feel at home. Where Kesslan in strange way... feel at peace."

Desmond nods his head once. "Perhaps. Though there are many ways to protect. But I will not lean upon the subject further.. at least, not until the next time it comes forth." A simple sense of amusement in t hose words. In acknowledging the common lines they tend to walk with each of these talks. "I think, perhaps, it would be preferable to show you the details of the security measures here another day. You look ready for a time of quiet. This is so?"

Kesslan simply shakes his head "Kesslan would rather time spend with Desmond. Much time have I not spent with Aimee and Desmond. Important think I that this time spend we. Though such matter other time could be for. Could other place go speak if such Desmond wish. So too Kesslan understand if Desmond tire, if such is, Kesslan would go with Desmond if Desmond so like?"

Desmond considers that. "I am not fatigued in the now," he rumbles thoughtfully. "And I would in this moment bend to your own leanings. Time spent is most agreeable to me, but given the choice, how would you wish to spend it, Kesslan? I believe Aimee is off securing some rare alcohols for the bar.. she may be a while at such a thing, thus I don't anticipate she will join us anytime soon."

Kesslan looks about the empty and quiet bar. "Perhaps some place more comfortable. Not mind I sit here long with Desmond. But so too would I wish remove armor and have shower. Rest proper without sleep." he says slowly and somewhat stiffly rising. "But so too would wish I continue this discussion with you."

"Come then," Desmond rumbles as he rises from his chair. "There is one perfect place for such things and that is home. Perhaps we shall not sleep, but much relaxation can be had there and in the now, I have little more to do in preparing for the day we shall open this place." He takes up his helmet as he lingers, starting to settle it into place at once.

Kesslan picks up his own helmet, though seems to see no need to actually put it on. Slowly moving towards the door in silence for a few moments before he adds "Kesslan is also more implant getting. Small thing that will help Kesslan. Translator of languages and small other thing that Kesslan think will aid Kesslan in quest to find help for Pantheran. All small thing not see. Not wish tell Aimee for know how Aimee of these thing feel but need tell one of, for right have you to know of these thing if something wrong go." there's a brief pause then before he adds "So too have decided I, is more important that if day of need come. Would I see to be as the cyborg that many see here. But only in need of life save. Is not so much for Kesslan that Kesslan wish this. But becuase Kesslan -must- task finish for Pantheran. Die can when other pantheran there are to replace Kesslan. But untill then would I do what must to see that task is done."

Desmond pauses by the door as Kesslan speaks of these things, turning to face him again. Though his helmet veils expression, the furrow of his brow is so common, one could perhaps guess it without seeing. "Aimee does not like secrets, but I will not speak of this.. it will be as if you has not told me. I do think you should tell her.. she may have firm words for you, but I think she has come to recognize that we three, while we walk together, also walk our own paths. We can speak on what we think one or the other might do, but to force the other to do so.. it is not what is best. But I will leave the decision to speak of this in your hands. I do not disagree with those things you will find useful and hope that you shall never come to be like those that I see about the city. It seems.. an unacceptable condition." His tone firms somewhat towards the end.. something else is there, but the helmet veils the nature of this something.

"Unacceptable in part perhaps. Truth much is lost. Much Kesslan would not wish loose. But Desmont must understand, even if Aimee will not, why so important that if such comes to be why it -must- be." Kesslan responds as he opens the door for Desmond. The pantheran's voice seeming to be firmly set uppon that intent. "Of all those that to other world go. Only of Kesslan have other Pantheran spoken to. If other safe return have had, then Kesslan for pantheran all would be sign of hope. This is thing is something all other pantheran -must- have at all cost. For without hope, still feel I that end of all Pantheran there will be."

"I understand it," Desmond assures Kesslan, a hand lifting to rest on his shoulder briefly. "No matter what is said, know that much. And for the purposes you speak, it makes sense. But come, let us go.. there are other things we might speak on.. on in particular that you have reminded me of. It is a dark topic, but one that should be shared. But after you have had a chance to relax." With that said, he turns and will lead the way out.

Kesslan gives a silent nod and leans forward to give Desmond an affectionate nuzzling before following the Kill Cat out the door. Pausing to make sure it's locked before heading down the road. "Of Aimee. Will tell her in time. WHen perhaps better understand such thing."

The return home is uneventful and the place itself is quiet. Armor will go by the way and Desmond will encourage Kesslan to take full advantage of the shower, for as long as he might desire. While he is, Desmond will go about preparing a small fire in the fireplace and making himself more comfortable. His combat garb traded for his now usual home garb, a simple pair of comfortable sweatpants. When Kesslan emerges once more, Des will be settled upon the couch, mutely considering one of his many books. The collection has slowly grown, mostly cookbooks of various sorts, art books as well. The occasional novel, though he doesn't seem much interested in most fiction stories. This is one of the cookbooks, a modestly sized one that espouses healthy meals.

Kesslan doesnt take too long of a shower ultimately. Indeed arguably the longest period of time taken, is that which is getting his considerable ammount of fur to dry off to an acceptable level without poofing out. STill the whole process takes at least a good half hour before he finally pads out with little more on than a pair of boxers. The feline promply making his way over towards Desmond's side to quietly settle down into the couch and glance over at the book Desmond is reading. In the end however he cant read the english language, though he can tell by the layout that there's some sort of formulae going on. "What read you?"

"A book on healthy eating," Desmond says, looking up. He sets the book aside, however, the distraction it provides no longer needed. "Cooking is much like art, there are so many ways one can do it, so many paths to trace and follow. You are content then? There is no other need you have in the now? If so, I would tell you of what I mentioned before, now. It will not take long to express it."

Kesslan shakes his head "No, of no need immediate have I." he says softly, leaning in agains the large feline as he settles down further into the couch. Simply desiring the closer contact perhaps and nothing else. "Speak your mind of these things, for the present is no better a time for one to allways do such a thing, think I." a brief pause then "Perhaps unless one is in the midst of combat."

Desmond lifts his arm to let it drape across Kesslan's shoulders, mutely welcoming him to share in the simple pleasure of closeness. "Such a thing is ever offered," he rumbles deeply. And there will be a time of quiet after as he organizes his thoughts. "There has been much uncertainty as of late. You remember the attack in the graveyard.. the undead. Their fog lingers. And many have had visions of what may come in the future. I had one of these dreams." The lean of his tone betraying that it was not a pleasant vision.

Kesslan's ears perk up at that, his head even starts up a little. In part due to Desmond's tone. And while he shows some signs of concern, he expresses no such thing in word nor tone. Merely his tone is one of serious and deadly buisiness of the litteral sort. "I know of the fog that lingers, but knew I not of the visions new." he says simply, falling quiet once more to allow Desmond to continue.

"It came without warning, but such is the way of my sight.." An edge.. he does not like his sight, it seems. Desmond tenses his arm, giving Kesslan a firm squeeze against him. "It is often indistinct.. cryptic. This time was no different. I saw Kingsdale.. the city a dead ruin. Decades from now, long after it had been purged by the Coalition. Because of the undead.. I know not what happened to bring this about, only that many lives were lost." HIs expression firms, keeping to a strict focus, holding back emotion as he states. "Aimee died early.." Naturally his thoughts shift at that and his eyes move to Kesslan. "I am.. not sure of your fate. Perhaps you did live.. but I saw myself there alone.. I am unsure."

Kesslan frowns at this, his ears flattening back. "Though I am of the Spirit Warrior caste, of these abilities and understanding have I none." he admits. Somewhat concerned by this outcome quite obviously, so much so he offers Desmond a supportive squeeze with an oustreatched arm along with another soft nuzzling. "Think I that perhaps there is instead warning but not certainty. Told have I been that of the future thing allways change. For it is not a thing that is set. Other not agree with this. Could be too that is but a thing sent by those that raise the dead to fear put into your heart. For if one can touch the mind so, then too can they know of your hopes and dreams. Use against you can they this then, to show you a thing that would hurt you the most. So too could perhaps I not have been this vision in, for it is Aimee you care for above all. Were to die, I, then manage would you think I without much problem. But Aimee?" he says turning his head to look Desmond steadily in the eye "Of Aimee have allready seen I the lengths to which go would you. Close, you and I are, but not as close as your bond with Aimee. This then is the thing hurt most they could and so this then perhaps what show they you." he frowns slightly and looks away, churning over the tale in his mind. Trying to pick appart potential meanings. "With such things, is a thing would I in Desmonds place be, Kesslan would seek advice of Spirit Elder. Of these of sort must there be here too."

Desmond firms the wrap of his arm and leans into the nuzzle, though he remains troubled. Listening to the words offered. Mulling them slowly in his way. "I know it is only potential.. but even so it is there, before me. I wish to avoid it, yet not enough was shown to define the right path," he rumbles. "I had not considered that it could be a trick.. but even so I take t he danger seriously." He looks to Kesslan and states, "Aimee and I have made plans. We will depart this place if the odds prove impossible. I would share these plans with you. I do not intend to leave on a whim.. I bide my time.. watch and wait. It has not stopped us from finishing the Alibi. Of course, one cannot truly know what will effect the path to our future.. it could be too late already, I know not."

Kesslan falls silent for a few minutes as he mulls the potential situation over. Merely the sound of his breathing, his head tilting slightly against Desmond's shoulder. Beyond this there is little movement save the occasional twitch of an ear or slight curl of the tail. Finally he shifts again, sitting up to look at Desmond again. "Then this threat we must seek out and end. To this place they call the Mages Guild shall I go. To seek to speak with the spirit touched. Should they be of no aid then there are many others in this place that may yet hold answers or paths to them. So foolish as to belive alone this can be done Kesslan is not, but something done of this thing must be."

Desmond cants his head slightly. "There are those who have been seeking in this.. I have been trying to touch the dream again, but it escapes me in the now. I try each day, but there is only silence. If it can be vanquished with an offensive, I would be part of such. We do not wish to leave, but neither are we so linked to this place as to die rather than depart." He pauses, then adds, "I know not why you were not in this dream.. perhaps it is one of those many things I did forget.. perhaps you were one of the many I burried.. to many to remember them all. Even so, I do not imagine that I would forget you amongst them.. and so too I do not think you would leave me to myself in such a case.. the loss of Aimee.. I do not know how I would contend with such a thing.. poorly, I know. But so too I know that you would not leave me to face such a thing alone. Perhaps in that omission we might see it as a dream of a false future.. I know not."

"Could be too that it is that I was no longer uppon this world." Kesslan says, glancing at Desmond as an asside. "Though that you knew not of this yet knew of all those gone before into the spirit world, that I find strange." his ears flatten back a little again "This then perhaps is indeed a vision false. There is cause to suspect such I am of mind. Kesslan does not know enough of these things to say for certain, for it is not of his ability." He suddenly too seems a little more troubled about this than before, or, perhaps it's simply his strong sense of curriosity that wishes to dig fast and deep for answers right now as he seems of mind to do about what seems to be the most random of things at times. "One need not be dead to be forever seperated from another. Look to my father and I. For much time thought Kesslan that his sire was dead, only for us to almost kill each other uppon the field of battle unknowingly. Even then, while there was a later reunion and understanding. We are forever appart now. He is not on this world, nor am I uppon Seriv. Even should I return to my world some day, I would not seek him out. He has a new mate, a new life. So too are we now of otherclan. For this I do not hate him, for it was his decision not. But think I meet again will we never again."

Desmond shakes his head slightly and extends his other arm to fully embrace Kesslan. "There are too many possibilities, not enough that is certain," he rumbles deeply. "Cali has had a vision as well.. I plan to seek her soon to speak of this. Perhaps there is something we might see together. And if not, I will continue to seek.. to see if a path will be revealed." But in the now we should not look too long for in so looking we might see what is false. I did wish to tell you these things, however.. that you know what is and what may be. If we do decide that it is time to leave this place, we shall seek you. Though the choice of whether to stay or go will be yours."

Kesslan nods then falls silent again for a few moments before his features become a little more serious. "There may be a chance that need I stay here. It is to this place the others came, and it is from here they left. Near this place at least again perhaps they would return. Much time did I spend, speaking with them. Of my journals home they took. Failing this, perhaps it is time Kesslan looks to find some way to leave them a message they will not easily miss."

Desmond nods his head once, considering this. "In truth, that may be a good idea. The way of the warrior is one fraught with danger. Though I do not doubt your skills, there may come a time you fall. If such happens, all that you have gathered should be there for them to find, even if you are not here. I am not sure the best way to do this thing, but it is a thing that should be done."

"Perhaps something in the nature of one of this worlds computers. To these things have we limited access of use. THe theft of one should be a thing of ease to accmoplish for my people from the Atorian. Certain then am I in time they could find a way to read a data disk. Easy to replicate such a thing would be, if only could I find something that allow me would to write in my own language so that they would understand.." a slight tilt of his head, his tone lightening with the slight change in subject "Perhaps Caliopa could aid me with such a task? With the machines she knows well, though it is not of the computer sort. Know at least, perhaps then see some one who could this thing do."

Desmond nods his head once. "You should ask Cali of this thing," he agrees. "If she cannot, she may know those who can." He seems satisfied with that end, giving Kesslan another squeeze with both arms. "What you have done and do now should not be lost to time. If I can be of any assistance, you know that you need only ask it. Aimee and I would help you if it is within our power."

Kesslan nods "Things for the future however." he says at last, taking in a deep breath before letting it out and giving you a fond nuzzling again. "But enough of these things for now Desmond." he says softly, shifting to stradle you, his arms moving either side of your neck with his hands hanging off the edge of the couch behind you. His muzzle rubbing affectionately along your own. "Let us instaed enjoy our time togeather rather than worry over the future we cannot work to change this very moment."

The shift in posture is met naturally, Desmond's arm slipping from across Keslan's shoulders to dip and lay along his hip, the big male canting his head slightly as he leans into the nuzzle. "I agree. We have spoken long enough on such things.. questions and troubles for another time." His other hand lifts, his fingers drawn along Kesslan's chest in a slow pass. "Such times as these, we should not forget to give time to pleasures." Kesslan tilts his head down to give Desmond's finger a playful nip. "Truth." he says softly. "But it is not only pleasure in a way, but.." he forwns a little once more stumbling over the words he wishes to speak. His grasp on the language grows bit by bit but it's a slow process. "Rather the not letting of things get to one. To simply enjoy life for what it is when one can. For it is arguged by some that this life we have now, is all we get. While other experiences await in the spirit world, this.. life. It is not one we get to repeat."

"A singular thing.. yes, I think that sounds favorable," Desmond rumbles, "To have strong memory of that which we might not do again." The hand dips, then moves around Kesslan's waist, the other joining it, both drawing him bodily against Desmond's chest. His head lifted slightly in this moment to gaze towards Kesslan's eyes. "It has been some time.. the last was with Aimee.. times I'm sure she prefers, being the center of our attention."

Kesslan wiggles his ears at that and nods. "Truth. She does seem to enjoy such things, though too does she enjoy her time alone with you. Your bond is closer than that you share with me." he says softly, no sound of hurt or accuasation in his voice. Merely... simple fact. "But our bond we three is still very strong. Aimee and I have too come to care a great deal for each other over time." there's a slight pause again before he suddenly brightens up "So too good news may there be. Spoken with Kalvin have I of the matter of radiation. Kalvin belives possibility there may be of.. " he thinks back to what Kalvin actually said "Of reducing the radiation of Kesslan. More test must he run to see if this thing would work in truth. But at least for some time make it safer for Desmond and Aimee both along with other to around Kesslan be for long time. On occasion may require repeat treatment, especially if Kesslan ever return for even short time to own world, for Kesslan's body, as all Pantheran, retain.. something that make radioactive. But Kalvin belive this can be washed out of system without cause much harm to Kesslan."

Desmond comes a bit more to attention when Kesslan mentions the possibility of treatment. "I am glad to hear this is so," he rumbles and indeed he does seem quite pleased with this news. "Better it shall be for all, that you need not worry so much for the exposure of others. I think I shall let you tell this to Aimee. I have little doubt her pleasure will be a shared thing. It will not be expensive, this treatment? We have spent a good deal of our money, thus such things will need be considered until we can gather more."

Kesslan shrugs "Does it matter?" he asks simply "If it is then find a way for the money will I." he says quite simply, entirely sure of himself as he sinks down against you with a rumble and nuzzles up under your chin. His tail slowly swayin back and forth between your legs quite contentedly. "So far Kesslan only owe Kalvin a few favour in return for the help of Kalvin. For there are things Kalvin cannot do that Kesslan can, just as Kalvin can do these things that Kesslan cannot. So too does he seem of the honourable sort, so little do I have to fear, think I to have agreed to an honor bond gone bad."

Desmond relaxes back against the back of the couch as Kesslan settles in over him. A hand lifting to stroke along the top of his head as he is nuzzled. Some concern lingering in his deep voice as he rumbles, "I prefer to be prepared.. such a thing may not be inexpensive to do. It is right to charge what is required.. and I would be sure that we have enough to pay any cost beyond the exchange of favors. I will not lean upon this topic either, but I would request that you let me know if you discover what price there will be for this."

Kesslan nods and nuzzles Desmond softly. "A thing to worry of in the future. It is yet to be seen if such can be properly done." he says softly. "Still, again it is a sliver of hope." he rumbles, pulling back to look Desmond in the eyes, the pantheran's ears perked high and his attitude bright, if only for the moment. His hands pull back from their gentle rest around your neck to slowly trail down your chest, dragging his claws along though your fur with them ever so slowly. "In the end, it is a goal, and one think I eaiser to see than the path home. Live among your kind a long time must I. And thus must I, as the ousider, work to live in harmony with this world."

The pass of claws draws a deep, contented rumble from Desmond, his grip loosening a little as he remains leaned back. Enjoying the sensation with his eyes dipped to half lid. "Glad I am you seek to do so. It is my hope that this will work well." He considers briefly before he offers, "Perhaps when this is done, if it works, you might come to live here with us fully? Though the line between such seems to blur at times and I think we both think of this as your home now.. you could relinquish the other apartment here. There is room enough for your possessions, I am sure. The spare room has much storage space."

Kesslan leans in to nuzzle Desmond warmly once more, his hands slowly slipping over Desmond's sides to pull the larger feline into a warm hug. "I would like that." he says softly "Would do so now, if there was not the risk to you both. So too is it why I spend so much time away." he adds "Very careful must I be of you both. For I do not wish to cause Desmond or Aimee harm. And lingering too long with you boht could this do." After the brief embrace he sits back in your lap slowly once more "But fortunately there is still time togeather we may have. And it is these things that keep me warm at night when away must I be from you both."

The embrace returned firmly, Desmond lending a goodly portion of his strength to making it a firm, close hug. "This I understand," he rumbles after, when Kesslan settles again. "And I am sure Aimee understands as well, though I know there are times she misses you." He cants his head slightly and adds, "I think it time we go to and make ourselves comfortable for a more intimate sharing. As I did say, it has been some time. Though perhaps not so much for me as it has been for you."

Kesslan leans forward to nuzzle you with another flicker of his ears before reluctantly slipping from your lap and standing up, but not entirely breaking the contact. "As you wish Desmond. But to me, it is not important how long the time is inbetween, but the time spent itself."

Desmond does not delay his own rise, an arm extending to slip around Kesslan's waist as he does so. "Even so, it will be a far better thing when you are here with us. There will not be so much delay and the times will remain as pleasant." His other arm slips around Kesslan, his head dipped to nuzzle lightly along the top of his head. "One could not disagree that it would be all the better."

Kesslan momentarily pauses to lean back against Desmond. Clearly enjoying the embrace and attention before once more reluctantly heading towards the bedroom, turning sideways so he can still keep a close contact with the larger feline. "Truth, things can allways better be. But I have long learned not to let such things bother me, and instead focus uppon what I have and have had. It is all that keeps me going at times, and that makes it all the more important."

Desmond keeps one hand on Kesslan's hip as he follows along behind the smaller feline. His head nodded to the reasoning given. "Then let us do just that.. for we have time in the now. And I promise you, you will have my sole focus." Tags: desmond, kesslan