Mar 20 19:39:02 105 PA
From Chronicles
This log came in without a time stamp so I'm making an educated guess.
Where else would an ex-CS police officer would hide in Kingsdale if not in The Nut and Bolt? One of the crude steel table is occupied by Katsumi, the Asian stalker. Of course she has a company, even in this early in the morning, when no-one really walks into the bar. Her company is a glass of strong liqueur, which is slowly swallowed by the stalker. Oh, well and there is alread two empty glass in her side in the same type. The woman is pretty drunk, at least she seems so. Her smoldering, now more couldy, grey eyes settle in the glass.
Kaomas enters from the main entrance after a group of techies argueing about backdoor root access cyphers.. or something like that. The armed warrior glances around, smoldering green eyes taking in the joint before spotting Katsumi at her lonely table.. and he moves to sit down across from her, watching her all the while. "Kat.. you seem busy.."
Focus! Nothing, just dim image. But his voice is familiar. The grey eyes focus again. Yes, she knows that man. From somewhere... but where? Anyway he has asked something. "Buuusssiee? Of coou... course not. Sit down!" orders the woman with a wide smile. "What do you want?" She has to try to find out who is this guy and she has a plan to do that. She will try to chat with him until she will find out. That is a good plan!
It is Katsumi of course, the drunken stalker, the horror of the men's heart, the eater of their souls. Kaomas watches Katsumi carefully, ordering a tall drink from a passing waitress. "Nothing in particular.. just wondering why you are here drunk off your ass.." He says, his intense green gaze. The waitress brinks his order back in record time and he takes a sip, passing the cute girl a small tip for her speed. "Trying to drown yourself in that stuff?" He asks indicating the booze.
That voice... yes that... is... Kao? Her grey eyes wonder somewhere beyond the man... or at the man? Nobody could be sure, not even Katsumi in this state of mind. One small detail. Three from that drink shouldn't take such great effect on an adult of good health, like the woman. But she is drunk. Totally. "Drown?" Katsumi asks back, realizing the voice owner, but not the sentences. Or she couldn't put them into the right place yet.
The nut and bolt. Strange place to find the three. Slipping around a table, Sebastien finds a place one table over from the pair, so that his back is to Katsumi's. She's got to be too wasted to notice. Resting his glass -- largely untouched -- on the table before him, he leans back and folds thick arms before his chest. Listening. Kaomas eyes the man who leans against Katsumi's back, military drilled attention to detail catching the movements perfectly. Kao concentrates and the large full glass of Sebastiens Drink begins to list over on the edge of the glass, then threatens to tip over of it's own accord, spilling the drink from the top a bit.. and threatening to spill it all over Seb if it's not caught and corrected. Eavesdropper distracted.. Kao looks at Katsumi again. "You need to stop drinking... seriously.." He says pulling the drinks away from Katsumi, concerned.
Those almod-shaped eyes narrow, focusing now at the headhunter, clearly and threatening. "Give me back! Now!" she orders the man, and aims a hand to grab her glass. Miss! Her hand grabs the air. But soon there goes her second attack, much more presise. If not the glass than Kaomas' hand is catched.
The glass tips, Sebastien's hand darts for it. Too late! And the glass bounces, rolling off the table. Yet no dark liquid splashes, no mess is made. It floats before Sebastien in an amorphous blob, crushed lime ricocheting slowly off the interior wall and floating towards the bottom. Sebastien frowns at his liquor and stands to retrieve his glass, while the drink sits in air. Distraction accomplished!
Kaomas evades the grasping hands easily, and frowns. "Fine drink.." He says, pushing his own glass into Katsumi's grasping hand as she snatches. "Drink yourself stupid... whatever.." He says suddenly irritated at the drunken stalker.
"Kura!" Katsumi peplies and empties Kaomas' glass to his face. "Why do you think that you should come here and teach me what to do?" her face turns to red. "Get away!" she shouts and tries to straightens. She is still drunk, but the adrenaline has it's own effect.
Sebastien gathers up his glass, and slurps the liquor back into it, glancing at the pair as ... huh. A smirk crosses his face, and he rests the glass on the table as he meanders up behind Katsumi to peer over her head, thick arms recrossing before him. Watching her throw drinks and carry on her sodden ways. "Be glad," he utters over the stalker's head. "She is truly dangerous when sober. Drunken she is just a petulant kitten." Kaomas bristles at the insult, which the chip in his head translates into american for him. Heblinks as his drink is thrown in his face, and the irritation bursts into hot flames of rage. "She's nothing sober.. and nothing drunk..." He tells the room in general and the Table get's flipped up and out of the way, to crash noiseily against several other tables. The few heads in the room turn towards Kao making a scene.. though the upturned table and spilled drink area minor mess. "I warned you not to try me.." He says, standing and moveing for Katsumi, a hand going for her throat, intending to throw her to the ground and pin her there.
Ah, poor Sebstien. Time slows down. The world freezes around him. Something's coming. The table is lifted and thrown in mid-air, drifting lazily aside as if under water. He presses his body forward, fighting through the murk that slows down time, grabbing at Katsumi's shoulders to drag her aside and out of the way. The instant before Kao even gets his arm up some freak from behind Katsumi, bowls her over and send them both to the floor. A half confused, half enraged look of "What the hell?" crosses his features, and he spins on his heel, fighting the urge to draw a gun and drill them both through the forehead.. as he leaves, he lashes out with his left hand, punching ahole through a hanging dartboard, and leaving a large dent in the MDC structure.
Katsumi is evaded the attack! With a little help. She just blinks, understanding not that what happened. One moment she was ready to fight again with Kaomas, then suddenly a man appeared in her side and Kao is attacked him. Is it two Kaos? One of them disappeared or switched to attack the man... no he has stopped. And no she has moved. It is so confusing!
Sebastien rolls to a crouch over the fallen Katsumi, broad kite shield glowing over his left arm to cover half of him as he peers up at the ... did he just dent steel? With a punch?! The shield has a raised inscription of a fleur de lis as its coat of arms, though beneath it all Sebastien appears unarmored. His breath draws deep, eyes dead, face expressionless. Body nearly immobile, a coiled spring. No weapon drawn, just watching the man as he turns and steps away.
Katsumi is also quiet and motionless. She has a safe ground now in this chaotical state of the world. There was Kao or two and grabbed her glass, pushed another to her. Craziness. Frustrating. How dare from him to act like a parent. Wait she has never had a real parent... not in the sense of the civilized world. Yet it was still frustrating. Perhaps she would accept that reaction from Kelley or Desmond, but from Kao? No, not at all. And now there is this new man here. Men. Katsumi glances up. Is it Sebastien? The stealer of her panties? He is look like. But why he has helped her?
Sebastien watches the door, and the bouncers, and the slow flow of time about him. Dropping to one knee the man closes his eyes and the world snaps into focus, shield disappearing from his arm to let him breathe. Once. Twice. And he reaches down to grab at Katsumi's arm to help her back to her feet, murmuring, "We should be going, I think." He digs in his pocket and presses some credits at the nearest bouncer, just arriving, and nods at the door. "Sorry about the mess," he offers with a small smile, and urges Kat to follow him out.
Katsumi is going of course. Following the man a bit slowly, trying to find the staright way. But it is not an easy task! There are too many obstackles! And the man figure is so cloudly, sometimes fading. But her dedication is well enough. Katsumi is a little puppy now, her anger is left, only wondering remained.
By the time they reach Katsumi's apartment Sebastien's got her in his arms, grunting at little and shifting his weight back and forth. He turns sideways off the elevator, laying the woman by the door to her apartment a long moment while he rifles through her pockets, finding the door key and opening the apartment door to drag her on inside. Drunken lush that she is!
At the moment the doors to the elevator *dinged* themselves open, Dr. Kelley was down the hall knocking on another door. However, when he sees the inebriated woman being dragged out of the lift, he hurries over to see what he can do, if anything, though it appears that Sebastien already has the matter well in hand. Still, he stops at Katsumi's door, sticks his head in, and says, "Hi. Anything I can do to help?"
Drunken lush? Of course she is. It is Katsumi's second time, and she reached that state by drinking three glass of strong liquiur. She just not acustomed to the alcohol, but she hoped that it will help her now. The Asian woman just stares up to the man, then the other one. She would blush surely, but her face is already red.
"Sure," Sebastien replies. "Go and find a bucket." He lifts Katsumi easily into his arms, stepping into the apartment and dragging Katsumi towards her bed. Hopefully the one mauled by a mostly-wild animal has been replaced! Either way, she gets dumped onto her bed, and Sebastien drags blankets up around the woman before lifting the tops of the blankets to try and pry off her boots.
Kelley hurries about the apartment, silently, looking for a bucket, looks up and down the common hallway, and finally spots a mop in a rolling bucket, which he wheels into the apartment, wondering if the stench from the dirty, tepid water will make things better or worse. When Sebastien piles blankets on Katsumi, he observes, "She's going to fight you for that, you know? The liquor will make her feel warmer. Let me.. let me see if she has any tea.." he trails off without explanation.
There is a new bed-sheet, but if Sebastien is a good observer, he would find that the mattress is the same. Katsumi is a good girl now, accepting Sebastien help. Her clouded grey eyes studies the man's face, Sebastien's. Blanket, and boots down. "Doushite?" she asks faintly.
"Bless you," Sebastien replies, hearing Katsumi apparently sneeze. His nose wrinkles, either at the smell of socks or mop water, and eyes Kelly. "No tea," he orders, waving a hand. "Glass of water by the bedstand, but to be honest..." he gathers the bucket and carries it to the toilet, "she deserves a damn hangover." he pours out the tepid water, flushing it without comment, and rinses it once more before walking back and dropping it unceremoniously next to the drunken stalker and her shredded nest. "Now out!" he commands the mercenary leader. "Let her sleep it off. Perhaps she will be useful for the trip to Laramy, or perhaps..." he shrugs. "Well, it's better that she is not, non?"
Kelley doesn't appreciate being ordered around, either that, or he's oblivious to it, because he walks to Katsumi's head, puts a cool hand on her forehead, and says, "I will stay with her for a while. I would hate to have her drown in her own vomit." Looking up at the other man with warm eyes - apparently it is obliviousness, or simply not caring - he comments, "She is a friend in a time of need. I do not know why she is drunk, or how many times she has been drunk before, but I'll not desert her now. But please, you may go if you like. I will tell her that you brought her up." He turns his head back to Katsumi and frowns.
Katsumi stares at Kelley now, her eyes aren't focusing, she is near to sleep. She is so calm now, and not exactly drunken in the same way as normal human. But it was too much to her obviously, yet no pukes, vomits and such things.
Sebastien pauses then, by the door, and peers back at the good doctor. He eyes the doctor, and he eyes Katsumi, and he steps back into the room to round about beside Kelley. "Listen, friend," Sebastien speaks bluntly. "I barely know you. I have met you once, twice, something like this. You did not have a key to her apartment. I let you in because you wanted to help. So you have helped. I am not letting you in to a woman's apartment where she lies drunk and helpless, leaving the key, and wandering away." He lets that hang there a moment, and reaches to rest a hand on the doctor's shoulder. "Now you seem like a nice guy. I can respect that your intentions are honest. You came, you helped, and now it is time to go. She needs to sleep. There is nothing honest nor decent left to do here." Though a lot of less helpful things that might be done!
"I appreciate your concern, sir, and in your place I would be doing the exact same thing, truly, I would," Kelley says. "But if you need confirmation, the staff and patrons of this establishment have seen us together dozens of times. I am certain that they would vouch for my being in taking care of a friend. If anything happens - " he reaches into a shirt pocket and removes a formal business card with his name and contact information printed on it " - you may contact me here and beat the stuffing out of me, yet I'm not going to leave a friend's side. She'll wake up, eventually, and it's much nicer to have someone around to help you with your hangover than it is to try and take care of it yourself." His voice trails off a moment before he unconsciously adds, "Not that I've ever had that problem."
Sebastien eyes that card and doesn't take it. "If anything happens she will be raped and dead or worse. Produce a key from that pocket or you leave. Now." He folds thick arms before him, head dipping a moment as eyes harden. The scar crossing down the side of Sebastien's nose gives his frown a crooked look, scowl not quite lining up.
Katsumi rolls in her bed, changing her place, a hand in the mattress, another one is somewhere in the pillow. And then she half-consciously reaches the past imprints on the mattress before she fades away to the dreamland. Just a little memory from the past events, just a drop of joy and happiness.
Kelleys eyes narrow and he rises, his own muscular form reaching and surpassing Sebastian's. He uncharacteristically pokes the man in the chest with a strong finger. "I will go, because I do not want Katsumi waking up next to a dead man. But do not presume to know me, friend. There is fire in his eyes for a split second as if he's in deep consideration with himself before he turns and walks out the door.
Sebastien eyes the mage/psychic/scholar/pro wrestler and keeps a cool head, looking unphased. No real danger here. He spins that key in his palm while he watches the man leave, and more hiccups that laughs as he's alone with the stalker. "Fine day you have given me," he speaks at the comatose stalker. "You nearly got me killed twice and, I think, got me fired." He reaches out to run a hand along her shoulder, patting it once, and goes to lock the doorknob on his way out.
The woman gives out a soft-moan as the man touches her shoulder. If she is dreaming it should be a lucid dream of her. The woman rolls a bit, trying to find the good position.
Sebastien just shakes his head and leaves the apartment. Women, nothing but trouble.
