Mar 18 11:31:12 107 PA - The Nightingale
From Chronicles
Kingsdale - Nightingale; Just before Noon.
"You had the view," Leonard notes, "I had the Guild, or the idea of it. If we have to find something new, I wouldn't mind a joint effort." After a moment, he adds, with a grin, "Even if it would just make you tire of me all the sooner." He then tips back another solid sip from his glass.
Perhaps as an attempt to 'fit in' with the locals to an extent, Zyvis steps into the club and for the first time since he's entered the city isn't obviously armored. He's still -armed- though, which may or may not cause some consternation. Nor is he really dressed for clubbing but at least it's not the complete lack of style that obvious armor is in a club. He actually seems a little out of sorts or out of place is a more proper term. He looks around, smooths a hand over his bald head and then walks over towards the bar proper.
The weather outside is frightful and inside, Leo and Vixen are settled into one side of a booth not too far from the front. Vixen is leaning a little against Leonard and three glasses are on their table. One near empty to Vixen's side, one in front of her that's nearly full and his. They talk, with her gazing off into space a bit as she responds. "We've been there before," she notes to him. "Though I still have all that gear set up. Should be of some sort of use. I'm sure as hell not digging it up, that's for sure. Took enough effort getting it hidden and set up."
Leonard is thoughtful a moment, but this is electronics and Leonard. "Well, you are the expert... How else can we make good use of it? Also, I believe most of our joint ventures were more of the 'I need your help' or 'We need to save the world' variety, rather than a planned cooperation.
For whatever reason, which is most likely pretty self explanatory, Zyvis' eyes move towards the couple at their booth, the psi-stalker studying them for a few moments each but he doesn't intrude upon them in any other way beyond that look. When a bartender gets to him Zyvis sits down at a stool and orders nothing more powerful than a single glass of water and a hamburger, cooked very very rare. He looks around the different patrons, though there isn't exactly a lot at this time of day, his attention going towards the couple again before a clash of weather outside draws his attention away from them. He smiles though at the weather, not seemingly to concerned.
Vixen sighs and shakes her head. "I dunno.. made for communication. I can hit any place in two hundred miles through it. If you can think of something that can be used for, then you'd be a step ahead of me." She grins a little. "Leo, I think I want to go do something. For us. I think I'll go and I think you'll stay here, finish your drink. And I'll meet you back home later, ok?" She grins a little and nudges him to let her out of the booth. "But you should stay here a while before you come back."
"We could always find the most addictive and annoying jingles, then send them out in an endless loo..Oh?" The nudges interrupt him, but also allow Leonard to process her request. "As you wish, of course..." He chuckles and stands up so that she can exit to do... something. Vixen is very good at somethings, and even better at leaving Leonard guessing about what those somethings might be.
No doubt like many men in the club Zyvis gaze follows Vixen as she rises and begins to go... wherever it is she is bound to go. He chuckles to himself before he turns his attention to his glass of water when it arrives, taking a drink from it. He starts to tap out a drum beat on the bar top with his fingertips as he waits for his meal. He does look back towards Vixen and then Leonard again though if only for a moment. His attention the second time through seems more focussed on the man who is being left behind.
Vixen slips out of the booth, taking her padded case and her helmet with her. "I'm not going to use my gear for some stupid ads, though. That's just obnoxious," she notes, voice light enough to jest back. She slings the bag on as she considers him, then adds, "You should be social with someone. I think we've both sort of.. been away a while." She then leans over to peck his cheek. "See you in a little while," she says before she turns. The helmet gets settled on and is secure before she heads out to stride warm and dry through the mess of the weather.
Leonard observes Vixen's departure, apparently as a portion of those present are also inclined to do. Not that he can fault them. With his glass all but empty, he proceeds towards the bar to refill it. Boss's orders, afterall. He must stay, drink, and socialize. His procession slows markedly en route, however, upon the belated note of details of his destination. The conspicuous, hairless, colorless indivuidual lurking there, for exmaple.
Zyvis doesn't seem to notice the slowing of the other man as he's more interested in his meal which has just arrived. He goes about taking the bread and the other condiments off and setting them to the side of the plate. He takes the seared burger and pulls a piece of it off and pops it in his mouth, chewing and swallowing the raw meat. When he notices the presence he can sense slow ever further he looks over his shoulder towards Leonard, "You don't have to worry. I am not hunting." He says with a smile, gestures towards the guards around. "Besides, they would doubtlessly protect you even if I were yes?" His tone is polite and conversational, good natured even.
Well, that was ...unexepcted, to say the least. Not that Leonard's past conversations with the mystically-predatory were especially...conversational. One undisguised blink and the release of a partially-held breath late, his steps carry him to the bar. Not far from the albino, all things considered. "I was not worried. Unexpectedly and unpleasantly reminded, but not worried." He can be polite, as well, although he does turn to request a replenishment of his vodka.
"That is unusual." Zyvis says with a tilt of his head then takes another bite of his burger. "I have ran into a fair bit of derision and hostility by some since I arrived." He takes a drink of his water and then looks over towards the other man when he gets a refill of his drink then to Leonard again. "I don't blame them mostly."
"I didn't say there wasn't that," Leonard corrects him, "just that I'm not afraid of you. There is no shortage of predators, and I am still here." Curt, terse, and perhaps no small hint of ego, but...conversational, at least. He has the few moments to await his refill.
Zyvis raises what would be an eyebrow and looks over at him with a tilt of his head, "Why would you be? Have I done something that would indicate I was trying to make you afraid?" He asks then he shrugs and moves to pull off another piece of mostly raw meat and pops it between his lips. "So, if I am to take your words at face value, there is no fear or worry, yet there is derision and hostility?"
Leonard claims his returned glass and a sip therefrom before responding. "Against you, personally? No. As I said, you just brought to mind unpleasant memories."
"That's understandable." Zyvis says with a bit of a sigh, "I am sure there is no shortage of unpleasant memories around." He shrugs and returns to his meal but it doesn't take long before there is nothing left but bread and condiments. He takes a drink from his glass of water. "I have this building curiousity to ask about it, but, it would be terribly rude."
"I was in the wrong city at the wrong time." Leonard rolls his shoulders. "Some people are more worried about those like myself, and those like you become an asset, a tool." He leaves it at that, and nurses his drink instead.
Zyvis nods, "I know. That's why I'm here." He gestures around with his free hand as if to indicate the whole city. "I had no desire to be a pet on a leash." He shakes his head and then finishes his water, setting the empty glass down. "I am Zyvis, by the way." He introduces himself.
Leonard lowers his glass and offers a nod. "Leonard. I'm glad you were smart enough to leave. No one deserves that, regardless. You've come to the right place, even if it probably won't be the most comfortable."
Zyvis shrugs, "People have different idea's as to what is comfortable." He smiles wryly, "I was quite comfortable in the Burbs until they started their 'recruiting' drives." He grows silent a moment, looking off into the distance of the wall, or rather focussing at nothing for a time. "As far as comfort goes," He says after those few moments of silence, "It is quite comfortable here, even if a bit more restrictive."
"True." Leonard now smirks somewhat, thought well short of a grin. "Compared to the Burbs, almost anywhere is comfortable, restrictive or not. Here, at least, most are more open-minded.... although, in your case, maybe it's more a matter of suspicion in the other direction."
"Indeed." Zyvis says with a shrug and a chuckle. "If it doesn't work out, I am sure I can head north and join one of the tribes of my people I hear about so much. Or head south in search of vampires." He looks around, "Still, I have a feeling that while I might be viewed with suspicion, there will be good hunts in the Dregs, and like the Burbs I can do what I can to help."
Leonard's smirk grows a little. "It's hard to imagine what you might find. The last I was aware, there was some manner of explosion. Before that, rumors of unknown creatures hunting. Somehow, I doubt that one was convenient enough to remove the other." He tips back his glass to empty most of the remainder. "If you want to hunt there, I have little complaint. I do my best to visit as infrequently as possible. Now, for example, I have important business in the opposite direction. I think I allowed enough of a head start."
Zyvis nods, "Go chase your pretty woman down." He says with a smile, "It was nice to meet you Leonard."
Now Leonard finally grins, then pushes away from the bar with a final nod of acknowledgement. It is time to unravel another mystery, and discover what that 'something' shall be.
Zyvis chuckles and lifts a hand in a wave and then turns his attention back to the room in general, watching the goings on as the storm rages outside.
