Mar 18 02:32:50 106 PA

From Chronicles

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The music is loud dance music, encouraging the people in the club onto the floor. Early enough in the evening that there are few drunkards, late enough for people to be relaxed and enjoying themselves. Aimee has been singing and now, she sits at the bar, her stockingclad legs crossed. She watches the crowd and chats lightly with those who stop to talk with her. Her fingers curl around the stem of a glass, a martini mixed as Hex has taught her staff. Tonight, her hair is up, the dark curls in a pile on the top of her head, and her dress a deep red one with a corset top and a flared, short skirt. The heels are inevitably black.

Vyvian is still mingled in with the dancers as she has been for a good space of time. Perhaps thirty minutes or so. As before she dances alone, yet one is never truly alone on the floor. Despite an obvious lack of honed skill, she moves without hesitation, her hips swaying, tail weaving in almost skillful counterpoint. Bouncing lightly from foot to foot, arms mingling with her movements. She shows a latent, but still developing talent that mixes with a total freedom from care for anything but moving in an ever changing rhythm with the music. With the sweep of her tail, there's space open behind her and in general most seem to give the energetic lizard woman some room. Though on occasion a male might try to ease up to her, but she's too lost in the movement and music to take in much more than that in this moment.

The young knight sweeps between dancers, eyeing the stage on his way past. The best way to describe him is 'Silver.' His hair is up and spiked, frosted silver at the tips, and a stiff shirt is woven so loosely is may as well be a mesh, silvered links giving the rough impression of chain. Balloon pants flare from his legs, rustling as he moves, silver with a red seam down the sides. As he flashes by one might catch a glimpse of ... eyeliner? Red as well, elongating his eyes. As he reaches the stage, Sebastien turns his head to yell over the music at a bouncer watching the room, only to get a shaken head in response and a point at his wrist. Sebastien turns to face the dance floor, laughing inaudibly and looking down.

Aimee's gaze passes across the dance floor again, noting the faces there, and it pauses on the dancing lizard woman. She tilts her head, considering the dancing before she smiles, turning her attention back to her drink and a fleeting companion. She gives that companion her full attention for that moment, but her awareness of the club never lessens. When the companion leaves her side, she turns once more, picking up the glass, watching over its brim.

Vyvian finally seems to meet her limit when it comes to steady dancing, her breach coming in quickened, deeper draws, though each release is edged with a pleased little edge and her disposition displays an open pleasure. She'll spot Seb nearby as she comes to a pause, but the total shift in his clothing and the like leads to a passing lack of recognition as he makes some inquiry at the stage. Though the total silver of his outfit does get a lingering look and adds a soft air of bemusement to Vyvian. "Don't that beat all," she breathes to no one in particular as she eases away from the mix and starts out to the bar, her height of mood leading to an extra sway to her movements, tail flicking about merrily.

Sebastien looks up over the dancers, and swallows once as he catches sight of Vyvian. She garners a short stare from the man, his eyes wide as they flicker down her length and back up. With a grin and a sort of shiver in the warm, humid club, Sebastien snorts once before slipping away from the stage, following that swaying tail. And, well, swaying everything else!

Aimee's gaze follows the pair, amusement showing on her face as Sebastien follows a pair of swaying hips once more. She shakes her head, sipping her drink as the pair approach the bar. She turns, tapping the bar lightly and exchanging her empty glass for a full one. "Mon ami..." She calls to Sebastien, lifting the glass in a toast to him. Her gaze, and smile, turns on Vyvian, her green eyes thoughtful.

Vyvian is, of course, sans cloak, weapons and most of her gear. Unneeded when delving into the mystic art of the dance. She's blissfully unaware of her follower, thus when Aimee seems to talk in her direction, it must be directed toward her, right? She appears to assume so, giving the woman a broad grin, revealing her compliment of small, sharp teeth. A wave is given as she approaches and once near enough, her husky voice rises with a casual warmth and load of positive energy. "Hey there, honey! Ain't it just a hoot out there. This dancin' thing is great, but ole Vyvy worked up a grand ole thirst, now." Which, of course, leads to her peering at the dizzying array of bottles behind the bar.

"Grizzlie!" Sebastien calls back, flashing Vyvian a smirk while following her up towards the bar. He slides on past the reptile woman, mindful of the tail, to announce, "I am late, again! Your performance is long over, I see..." He tilts his head, peering down, and shrugs once. "The hospital, it is not an easy place to leave on time, unfortunately." He gifts Aimee with a sheepish grin before waving at the 'tender. "Two long islands!" he calls, pointing at Vyvian. "Let me get you a refreshing tea, then," he offers the thirsty one, winking quite redly at her.

Aimee arches an eyebrow at the enthused response from the lizard lady. "I recommend the martini." She murmurs, just loud enough to be heard. "My performance is over and done, and my paperwork calls..." She pushes the full martini to the lizard lady, leaning in close to murmur, "Watch this one, he is a flirt." She gives Sebastien a laughing smile, "But he is terrible at cards." She rises from her stool, turning to walk across the bar towards the back office door.

Vyvian blinks when she hears Sebastien's voice, turning the wrong way the first time as he comes along the other side, a casual sway of her tail in that direction just missing him. She turns the other way, then fixes her eyes on him with an air of bemusement. "You're the silver fella," she notes, a soft amusement creeping into her manner. Of course, then she's looking at Aimee as the woman gives just warning. Vyvian chuckles huskily and lets her expression drift from martini to Sebastien. "Don't think she knows Vyvy, does she?" Casually asked of him before she considers the drink.. well, what there is of it. "Kinda small.." murmured more to herself than anyone else.

"Oui," Sebastien replies, hopping on Aimee's still-warm stool. "Je suis l'homme d'argent." The young man slips some credits across the table, smiling as two carafes arrive full of ice and clear drink with a dark liquid seeping down from the top. "Try your tea," he suggests, pushing one across to the lizard woman. He swivels to look out over the bar a moment, peering in Aimee's direction, and suggests, "Non, but I am not sure she knows me either. That makes us even." He flashes a grin at the scaled one, and sips from his tall drink carefully.

Vyvian merely looks at Seb with a bemused expression as he speaks to her in french, the words obviously not penetrating. With a slight shake of her head, she'll casually pick up the martini glass and down the liquor in one go as he's ordering. Considering the taste of it before something more substantial gets nudged toward her. It's early evening at THe Alibi and things are still working up. Vyvian and Sebastien are at the bar, with the lizard woman considering the 'tea' that she's directed toward. "Tea, huh?" She gives Sebastien a sidelong glance before drawing the glass closer, lifting it to take a careful sample. Her brow lifts and her grin is renewed. "Ain't too bad," she declares.

"Couple of those," Sebastien replies with an answering smile, "will liven up a night." He curses softly, and peers after Aimee again. "I keep meaning to see one of those performances," he speaks, perhaps too softly in the loud bar. "She will not keep them up forever. But always something gets in the way." With a low chuckle, Sebastian takes a deeper draught from his glass and eyes Vyvian, noting, "Generally I have to spend on drinks before I get the song and dance, non?"

Griffith enters with his usual swagger, head swiveling slowly to survey the fleshy terrain of the club. He has a large band-aid across his upper lip, and his face looks a little bit like he was in a boxing match with a frying pan, but that doesn't stop his smile from spreading as he spots Vyvian and starts moving in her direction. He raises a hand in an attempt to grab her attention.

Whether or not she hears, Vyvian does note the shift of Seb's attention, casually noted as she nurses her drink, taking it nice and easy. "Don't need no help gettin lively, though ole Vyvy may be danced out t'night. Been out there.. dunno how long." She pauses a moment before adding, "Got an eye t'that lady what left? She's a pretty one for sure." Not an ounce of the green eye to be found, the lizard woman sounding more amused than anything else. Her tail sways as she turns, the drink placed on one hand, her other elbow leaned into the bartop. Of course, that leads her to nudge a guy's leg with her tail. "Sorry there, honey," she shoots back to him with a turn of her head. Which leads her distractible gaze to be drawn by the waving hand. She lifts her drink, idly waving it at Griffith, only just keeping from slopping some over the sides.

"You have an admirer," Sebastien breathes, swirling his drink in his hand, quirking an eyebrow back at Vyvian as she asks, a grin her reply. "I hear she is taken, and quite thoroughly," he notes, and takes another sip of his drink. "But that does not make the view any less entertaining, non?" He eyes that tail, and leans back against the bar to peer at Vyvian a long moment, trying to stifle a grin. "How long is that, anyhow?" he asks. "Your tail. Two feet? Three?"

Griffith is stopped several times on his way over by people he knows, and he happily greets and speaks with them for several seconds each before carrying on towards his destination. His twin holsters are empty of their regular weapons, but both are snugly holding beer bottles which Griffith sometimes draws to take a swing from before replacing them. As he gets closer, Griffith makes an attempt to meet the eye of Vyvians companion to judge if the other man will object to his presence or not.

"If she has a fella, ain't too good t'be buttin' in." Vyvian replies with a bob of her head. "But lookin' is alright, ole Vyvy does that all the time when she finds out a fella has a lady. I kinda like bein' looked at an' admired," she admits freely. The question about her tail returns a soft bemusement to her, her head turning to the side, tail flicking in the same direction, as if she might measure by eye at just that moment. Though she can't really see it all. "Dunno.. three, mebbe four. Why d'ya ask?" Looking back to Sebastien with a curious expression, her attention flitting away again as she checks up on Griffith. She'll wave that drink again and call out, "C'mon now, honey! Don't be all slow!"

"Easy there, Marshall!" Sebastien calls at Griffith. "Didn't know you'd come packing! Come on up and try your quick-draw!" He flances back at Vyvian, and reaches up to his hairline, stopping short as he remembers it's gelled and frosted. Scratching behind his ear, Sebastien asks, "Guy needs a reason to ask a question?" He peers back at the appendage before shaking his head, laughing aloud. "Just never seen anything like it." Griffith breaks off from the latest conversation he was having, wherein a pair of women were asking him about the band-aid. He winks at the duo (who seem more amused than impressed), and points over towards the lizard woman with an elbow before breaking into a jog. “Dorogaya!” He says, “How good to see you again.” He replaces the beer he is holding in it's holster on his hip, and extends a hand towards Sebastien and makes a motion as if to quick-draw and shoot an imaginary gun but ends up with his hand extended for a handshake. “Greetings, mate. Name's Griffith. Marshall of these here two beers, and all they contain.”

Vyvian chuckles huskily at Seb. "Dunno.. usually when folk is askin' stuff, they got a reason. Ain't no harm done," she says easily enough, her tail casually swaying behind her. It's always moving just slightly, only seeming to do more so when she focuses on it. She then looks to Griffith as he nears, considering the bandage. "Lookin' a bit better than the last time I saw ya, honey. Still ain't got nothin' broke?"

Sebastien stabs a hand back for the man, clasping his offered shake in a strong grip. "Sebastien DuBois," he greets, nodding with an easy smile. "I am sure they will be well-protected," he replies gravely, and glances at Vyvian once before peering back up at tha band-aid, squinting a little in the muted light. "You hit on the wrong woman? One who'd hit back? How is it that you managed that?" Sebastien points his extended hand at the bandaid, and eaches back with his left to grope for his drink.

Griffith returns an easy smile to both Vyvian and Sebastien. He returns the handshake heartily, though his grip is surely the lesser of the two men. "Don't I wish. I've been in a bar-fight or two in the past, none except that one with the juice-head left me this sore." he looks a bit bashful as he fingers the bandaid. "Truth is I was ridin' a bike with no brakes and had to tip it over ta stop..." He looks at Vyvian, "Vyvian, right? Yeah, Vyvian here helped me get offa the street before someone run me over." He shakes his head, laughing at his own folly. "Good ta meetcha' Sebastien."

"Or Vyvy if you like, honey," said lizard woman amends. She nods and adds, "He come a roaring over on one a them bikes some folk like. Next thing I know, he comes a rollin' along." She chuckles huskily, looking towards Griffith. "Mebbe you'll remember to check them brakes first the next time?" Her husky voice given a warm amusement to mingle with the light jab. She looks to Seb and wonders, "Females 'round here hit sometimes, do they?"

Sebastien gives Vyvian a sideways glance, a grin creeping over his features. "Yes. And some of them can punch holes in steel! Not that," he clears his throat, peering at Griffith with an impish sort of look, "Not that I have a lot of experience with the fairer sex and violence. But ah, in my experience men threaten and bully, women just get even." He narrows his eyes and peers at Vyvian suspiciously.

Griffith rolls his eyes at Vyvy's description of events, feeling the need to set the record straighter when in front of another man (go go gadget male pride!). "The bike belonged to a Juicer, he's got it supped up but said something was wrong with it. My job to fix it, so I asks him whats wrong and he says it doesn't handle as good as before but otherwise it's fine. So what do I do? I take it for a test ride. Damn thing is supercharged near full throttle, and the damn breaks didn't work! Turns out he only used the breaks for hard turns, not for stopping." He shakes his head then turns to Sebastien and nods. "I've never felt my life was in so much danger as when I have a woman mad at me, an' that's the truth."

Vyvian hikes her brow slightly at what Seb has to say. "Suppose that's true enough," she replies. "Seen some strong folk here n'there." She sets her glass down and grins broadly as she lifts the arm to give a casual flex. "Ole Vyvy is pretty strong, though I ain't knockin' no holes in metal." INdeed, the tensing of her arm causes her muscle to bulge lightly. Her arm relaxes then and she considers. "Well, I could I suppose.. just not with just punchin'." Getting even? If she were up to something, she'd have to be pulling a world class poker face right about now. Though she will glance towards Griffith and wonder, "What was y'doin' t'get 'em mad at ya?"

Sebastien reaches for that arm, wrapping a hand around the arm to squeeze appreciably. "If you use a gun it is cheating, mademoiselle," Sebastien notes with a wink. He shifts in the seat and narrows his eyes at Griffith. "So ah, let me get this right. You tooka juicer bke for a ride, laid it down on its shiny paint job, and it was the *street* that gave you the ugly face?" He stands, rising to tip-toes to peer over the crowd. "Does he know yet?"

Griffith smiles at Vyvian, "All sorts of things, Vyvian, but none that I wouldn't do again!" He takes another swig from his beer as he listens to Vyvian speak about her muscles and punching through metal. "I could punch through metal. Just gimme 10 seconds with a press, no gun required." He pauses as Sebastian speeks, and his face gets a few shades whiter. "Yeah, he doesn't so much know yet. He rode it pretty hard, so I'm hoping he won't notice. AIM has my back though, I didn't do nuthin' but follow procedure." This being said, he looks quickly beside and behind him as if expecting a juicer to suddenly jump him.

Vyvian doesn't seem to mind the touch and indeed, her softened figure loosely veils some hardened muscle. "Don't need no gun, honey. Vyvy has her tricks.. mebbe you don't remember from when we was out, lookin' 'round b'fore." She shoots Sebastien a sidelong glance. "Was pretty mixed 'round then, though. Lotta stuff happenin'." Her warm positivity dips just a bit.. but only for a moment before it returns, unburdened by the memory. She seems bemused by the caution the two men show. "Heard 'bout these 'juicer' fellas. Think I seen one too.. what's got everyone so worried 'bout em? Well, saw some of them.. y'know, really big ones over at the gym once. They seem pretty strong, but I dunno.. must not be too fast, them ones."

"They have a death sentence over their heads," Sebastien speaks sidelong to Vyvian as he watches this new Griffith. "And even the slowest, weakest juicer is twice as fast and twice as strong as I am. The best are..." Sebastien shakes his head, and lets out a slow breath, "Well. Something else. And since the process is expensive, the majority of them that you see free are in their third year, after having worked two for the person who paid for their conversion. They do not have time for you, nor your antics. If you get in their way it is faster for them to shoot you and keep riding."

Respelndant in full combat gear, Kesslan makes his way out onto the floor from the back of the Alibi, security may have been relatively decent in the old Electric Joy, but Kesslan and Desmond seem to have taken it to a whole new level where The Alibi is concerned. And certainly Kesslan seems to favour putting a rather merciless foot down on any and all potential trouble in the club. The radioactive pantheran starting his rounds for the night by checking up on first the security staff, before moving on to check up with the bartenders and other staff members. Which leaves him a fairly easy to spot figgure (As one fo the very few allowed to carry weapons inside the club) wandering around the club's peripheral.

Vyvian absorbs the information Seb drops about juicers quietly for a few moments, then opines, "Sounds right awful, that. Y'mean they die in a few years from.. that juice they got in 'em?" She frowns, an uncommon expression for her. "That the stuff that makes em like that too, right?" A bit uncertain at the talk she's heard about her from time to time. She and Sebastien (And Griffith who seems a bit distracted in the now) are at the bar, Vyvian picking up her drink to nurse it lightly again. She glances to the side slightly, pondering Juicers, which leads her to spot Kesslan. "Hey there, honey!" Her voice lifts again, calling out without a bit of reluctance, her drink waved again, though with a bit less in it, there's less a chance she'll make a mess this time around.

The young Sebastien chugs what's left of his own iced tea, and wobbles only a little as he lands. Stepping away from Vyvian, Sebastien speaks over his shoulder, "The last step to becoming a knight is to have armor fused to your body. It creates a barrier, makes you something 'other.' You can never again feel the touch of a woman, nor the full brunt of the biting cold, nor the heat of the sun. I could not do it. Once you make that decision, what these juicers do, the next terrible decision is easier, I think." He peers over his shoulder, quirking an eyebrow at her, and raises his fingers to waggle at the tailed one before weaving his way off through the crowd.

Kesslan gives a nod to Vyvian in greeting, but continues on his rounds. The feline not terribly worried however since dispite his present path taking him away from her, he's soon enough looping around as he checks on the varous guards and starts moving along the bar itself. He does a quick check with the bartenders on duity to make certain there's been no trouble they couldnt handle before he moves further along to greet Vyvian in a more sociable manner. "Is well.." a brief pause as he tries to recall her name "Vyvian?"

For want of more to do, Vyvian will watch Kesslan quietly. Her prior stint at dancing leaving her in a lethargic mood in the immediate. So she continues to nurse her drink, starting to feel the liquor loosen her up just a bit.. more. "That's right, honey," she responds to Kesslan. "Would'a been upset if y'didn't remember. Ole Vyvy likes to think she makes lastin' marks." She considers him a moment before she asks, "Have a word with that lady of yours yet?" The question casual enough, though she can't help but let a little warm mischief leak out.

Kesslan simply shakes his head in response to Vyvian. "Kesslan has not. Much thing of other importance need speak of instead." He says in a simple and to the point tone and manner. "Much to do here is." he says indicating the club itself with one hand. "As in way much here new. This and more must Kesslan see to first. "Other thing for Kesslan must wait for duity comes before all."

Vyvian glances around when Kesslan gestures, but her distractible attention returns to him soon after. "Didn't know y'worked here. I suppose ya got it right. Still, ain't so bad t'have a lil fun now and again. Work's always gunna be there, other things ain't always. But I suppose you don't gotta worry too much, cause Vyvy ain't goin' nowhere yet." She lifts her glass again for a casual sip.

"Is not just run club." Kesslan points out "Have much else work to do that important is too. Have.. other pantheran need worry of. But Kesslan would not mind spend time with and speak with Vyvian of thing Vyvian see, hear of this world and other. This one is trying to write journals for sending home if other return again. My people new to stars, not know much of other world and more know they of what Kesslan see, hear. Then more can help other pantheran."

"It's ok, honey, I understand," Vyvian replies, a hand lifted to lightly pat Kess' armored shoulder. "Mebbe you let me know when you got some time and we can do some talkin'." Her hand slips down lightly and she peers down at her glass for a moemnt before draining it of the fluid held within, leaving just the remains of the ice. "Ain't sure what kinda 'tea' that was, but had a nice kick to it." She lays the glass down and considers Kesslan. "Must be just gettin' in, cause I didn't see you 'round when I first got here."

Kesslan gives a nod to Vyvian "Yes, Kesslan closing club this night. Come in to see all well. Cannot allways here be but do what can as must." he says softly, his gaze shifting to the dance floor, scanning it for both trouble and.. to really gather his thoughts on the whole thing. "This not sort of thing Kesslan ever think would come to be. Is warrior, not.. " he flattens his ears a little and gives abit of a frown. "Not.. ever think club would part own. But good work is, and need money when not mission do. When not fight need. "

Vyvian chuckles huskily and shifts a little closer to Kesslan, turning to lean her lower back against the side of the bar. "Y'think I ever thought I'd been hangin' 'round a place like this? Used to bein' out there." She points off towards 'out there'. "But I'm here for my kin. Cause I like meetin' folk and they don't." She seems amused at the prospect. "That why you're here for yours? Best suited t'bein' at a place like this?"

Kesslan thinks about it for a while then shrugs. "Kesslan is this world on because is warrior with nothing to loose. Have no child, few friend still alive, and to no clan belong anymore. Other reason too Kesslan know, but so too these thing important are. Even family broken by Atorian was. With full paw of warrior Kesslan to this world come, one by one all rest die as this world explore untill only Kesslan left is. Is one other now, for some of Kesslan poeple find way here now again. Leave with what must to Grand Council be brought. Kesslan only hope return safe did they, for war of great scale has come to Seriv. Kesslan does not want end of all Pantheran to be."

Vyvian reaches up with a free hand, lightly passing hte backs of her fingers along Kesslan's cheek and muzzle. "I'm right sorry t'hear all that. Don't seem like nothin' that should be happenin' to a handful of folk, let alone just one." And she seems quite sincere in those words. "Mebbe when you come spend time with Vyvy, she'll help y'forget 'bout all that for a lil bit. Can talk 'bout a lotta stuff. Don't suppose you got a lack of things t'ask."

Kesslan intitally seems.. a little stiff to the caresses, but eventually that hard facade gives way just a little. But not too much, he is afterall in public and in such crowded confines he seems more... rigid in posture than he has been around Vyvian in the past. "Kesslan need these thing remember." he says in response, his tone pacient and calm, but stern on the matter. "Kesslan cannot change what happened has, but Kesslan can try help make better. MUST help make better, such is the burden of all of Warrior caste. Those of other caste have own burden too. All must togeather work for better of whole. So to is there much Vyvian not understand of Pantheran culture. It is not seen.. as thing bad to do what Kesslan do. Is great honor in this, if much in cost."

Vyvian presses from the bar and steps forward, then around to face Kesslan. "Honey, I just just for a lil while," she murmurs lowly. Her hands lift, one resting on each shoulder as she looks him in the eye. "I ain't lookin' t'change you or tell you what's what. Got warriors amongst mine and Vyvy knows how they get. Ain't for me t'tell you anyways. But I know a fella that could use a lil relaxin' time when I see one." She grins, her expression warm. "Ain't no one that can be on alla the time. Just ain't natural." She pauses, then wonders, "When you done with workin' here t'night?"

"When club close." Kesslan replies. "Then maybe.. hour after. Have to certian make all close proper for open in morning. So too pay come soon so Kesslan to this must see. Have other duity too." he admits. "But yes, Kesslan many question would have of Vyvian people and other thing. So much to learn, so little time to learn in before one grow old and die yes?"

Vyvian blinks at Kesslan, her bemusement rising again. "You're lookin' way too far ahead, honey. A good thing if y'don't reach too far, but you're reachin'." She grins and murmurs, "Well, you do what y'gotta. Vyvy is gunna go to relax in the garden over where that big ole library is. Mebbe if y'get done early, y'come find me there. But don't think y'gotta. Just in case y'get done b'fore I head off. If not, we'll get some talk time." With that she takes a step back, her hands dipping casually to her sides.

Kesslan gives a nod to the lizard woman "Kesslan would like this yes. But now must to duity attend." he says "Untill we meet again, may your prey be plentiful Vvyvian." a traditional parting he suddenly realizes he's not used in quite some time. But then.. humans allways had mixed reactions to such a thing. And given Vyvian's own sharp teeth he figgures it's a safe enough thing to use. Tags: aimee, griffith, kesslan, sebastien, vyvian