May 29 18:15:11 106 PA

From Chronicles

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Sunday night is usually pretty quiet in the park. But this evening there is a disturbance in the usual calm. Somewhere in the forested region, Vixen is playing with her whip again. She's picked a bench and has lined it with targets. Boxes, bottles, cans, sticks, rocks that can stand on end. With a lot more scattered around the bench itself, the softer items marked with the scars of being slashed by the angry weapon. The whip cracks again, though it misses the mark. The young woman that is wielding it has an expression of mixed focus and anger, the two warring with each other for supremacy, her aim swinging back and forth with them.

Kesslan is making his way through the park at a casual pace, his steps slowly taking him in the direction of the monument. It something he can be found doing every now and then in his occasional quest to find somewhere quiet to sit and reflect for a little while. Sharp augmented feline hearing of course, cant help but pick up the tell tale sound of a whip, doubly so as the sound gets repeated. The feline pausing in his walk as his ears swivel a little bit in an attempt to pinpoint the sound before heading off towards it.

Again and again, the braided black leather snaps. A weapon of intimidation, with its loud crack and the knowledge that it's touch will burn. Though the unfeeling refuse that Vixen attacks with it now doesn't flinch, even when the leather striker catches a box square, cutting into the side of it cleanly as it's sent flipping off to the side. Already forgotten before it hits the ground, Vixen flicking the whip back with practiced ease to strike again. Again. Though she is gradually running out of targets.

Kesslan finds the path a relatively easy one to divine with each repeated crack. His pace however remains casual, though his ears are perked high and his curriosity burns strongly within. He hears no sounds associated with battle or terror, and thus feels no need to rush anywhere. Still, his steps even at a casual pace are relatively swift and he soon finds himself nearing the source of the currious sounds.

Vixen snaps at the last item, once, ,twice before catching it. The piece of wood flipping aside with a bit of bark torn away, but little more than that flesh wound to hurt it. The whip flicks back once more and she carefully works it back into a smooth coil. Focused on her diversion, she approaches the bench, kneeling to start picking through the targets. Those that can still stand are placed back up. Those which are too torn to do so are left to the ground.

Kesslan arrives to finally spot Vixen, though he's not imediately aware it's her. He doesnt approach either, but stays at a fair distance simply watching events unfold. One ear giving a slight flick as he watches. Even once he notices that it is infact Vixen behind the odd sounds, he stands and watches, hoping to catch sight of what she's doing rather than simply hearing as he has done up to now.

It doesn't take long. Perhaps ten targets survive to be placed on the bench seat, back and arms. A good collection from the original items. And with them settled, she rises and moves back a bit. She then uncurls the whip with a flick of the wrist behind her. She's paused a moment, the stance loose, her arm relaxed, but ready. She decides to be a little more fancy this time around and when the arm moves, it rises then whips forward, snapping at one target. Hit. The movement followed at once by a second, another target flipping off to the side from the second snap. She steps back, her arm rolling behind her, the whip curling back to roll out flat behind her again. Ready.

Kesslan continues to watch this display for a while. It doesnt take him long to devise it's at least potential use as a weapon, though the pantheran is not entirely certain that it is infact such an item. He'd seen whips used before for various uses but never, at least untill now, inquired about them. However, after watching a little while longer he decides to slowly approach and infact inquire about the pacurliar thing.

Vixen will get through most of her targets before Kess starts to approach. And just finish off the last when she senses him. She pivots and snaps the whip back into position again as she snaps to face him. Though after a moment, recognizes who it is and relaxes. "Kess," she says. "Don't sneak up on me like that.. especially when I'm in a mood. I'm feeling a bit twitchy right now." She glances towards the bench and its refuse before she starts to pull the whip back into a loose coil.

Kesslan tilts his head slightly to one side "Sneak Kesslan not was. Too focus perhaps be Vixen on what doing is yes?" he suggests with a calm tone. His head dipping a little to at least give the impression he's briefly looking over the whip, though it's somewhat difficult to tell given those eyes of his. "What is thing use you called? Seen before used have in place far here from. But not understand use of."

Vixen makes a faint face as Kesslan counters her words with logic. Feh. But she lets it pass and eyes him as he asks after the braided leather damage dealer. "It's a whip, Kess. Weapon, tool, kinky sex toy.. it does it all," she murmurs with a casual smirk. With the whip coiled, she slips it behind her, underneath her coat. A slight loop is built into the back, a snap used to attach the whip beneath, at just the right level to be of minimal hassle.

Kesslan considers Vixen's words for a few then "This explain much then if many such use put to is." he states, more for his own benifit and line of thought than anything else, even the tone sounds a little distracted. "Fitting thing for one as you use to." he then states matter of factly. "Know of other things with such general use have on own world. Just this sort weapon before this place come do did not see or hear of."

Vixen nods her head at that. "It ain't the most practical weapon, but it has uses," Vixen replies, her shoulders rolling slightly. "I mostly learned it cause I got shown how to use one. Sort of stuck with me ever since. Though when I'm trying to kill something, I use my pistol. So how are you doing?" The last tossed in after, the young woman considering the feline as she asks.

There's a soft sighing like snort from the pantheran as he's asked how he's doing. A brief twitch of the ears and an other wise fairly blank expression for a few moments as he considers his response to that question. "Kesslan, alive is. Find more of about mission do needing and just need find time to all togeather speak those that going are." there's a slight tilt of his head then as he studies Vixen a few moments in silent contemplation "Good with computer are you yes as Kesslan remember?"

"Yeah," Vixen replies. "Ain't much call for what I can do, but I can still do it," she confirms. "Getting better despite it all, but then I like to keep my skills primed. Cause the moment I relax on them is the moment that I'm going to need them." She lifts her arms, crossed lightly beneath her chest. "Is this going to be like the last time.. looking for your dead friends?"

"Sort of yes. Goal same is, but this one alive may be." Kesslan says softly, his tone now growing distantly worried. Something that bothers him but is not about to stop him. The feline D-bee not daring to hope too much. "But more.. dangerous is. Dangerous most perhaps. This one by Coalition Clan held is. Small base, need to rescue try." he says softly, the feline glancing about a little though he's not too worried about potential spies here, afterall Kingsdale is not all that friendly to the CS as a whole. "Plans getting is, other thing too. But computer knowledge of useful for thing as this belive Kesslan."

Vixen frowns faintly as Kesslan lays out things, she too glancing about the dark park when he does. Her eyes are subtly narrowed, though she sees nothing out of the ordinary, so she looks back to the cat man. "I dunno Kess.. an actual base? That's pretty hardcore. Sounds dangerous." And profitable, her expression says, a soft edge of simple greed touching upon her. "Don't know too many computer experts?"

"Kesslan does not many know." He says in response to Vixen's question, confirming her thoughts along that line. "Many there is not, for such things not done often is. Specialists find can be, other ways in too, force if need. But Kesslan prefer rather to do efficient and quick. So too easier to expert in computer along take than enough explosive to door blast open."

"Quick.. but not quick enough to score a little loot, I hope," Vixen puts in. "Might be a bit hot to grab some Coalition tech, but I could probably find a seller that won't care. Liquidate some items for a decent price and as little attention from the Coalition as possible." She pauses then and puts in, "Not that I'm in yet.." Or is she? "But theoretically speaking, I could probably do that too."

"Guns much not and such would there be think Kesslan. Older equipment in such way have they from what understand Kesslan from..." there's a brief pause from the D-bee then, his ears raising and lowering a few times "Contact." he says at last, decidig for at least a little bit of discression uppon the source of his information. "But research base is. Potential for such data there is to sell perhaps. But if such thing for go then Kesslan would copy like of all data. Not sell for but to home send. Help pantheran could perhaps."

"That's the nice thing about data. You can make a lot of copies of it. One for me, one for you, one for the Black Market, everyone's happy.. except for the Deadboys, but who gives a fuck what they think?" Vixen grins, obviously warming to the idea, even if she remains a bit cautious. "Well.. alright, Kess. You can put me on your specialist list if you want. Just have to not be gone too long. Been working with the refugees. Don't want to leave them alone too long."

Kesslan nods in agreement with Vixen's concern about the Refugees, though he's not actually been involved with that whole matter in any real capacity at all. "For little while without Vixen manage can refugee. If not, then not worth helping is. Truth that help need some in life, all this for is so at time. But only those who try better self on own too is helping worth."

"Don't down on 'em any, Kess. They're self reliant and all. But the means are hard to come by. We've been stockpiling the means and they've got a hell of a lot of effort waiting to go once we get enough to get started." Though at that she frowns faintly. "Though the we isn't there no more." Her shoulders slump a little. "I guess it depends on Leo. Maybe if he has a shred of decency left in him, he'll keep doing the wood, but if not I'll figure something out."

Kesslan tilts his head slightly "What going on is? Kesslan too buisy with other thing has been. So too are these Refugee not of Kesslan kind. Is nto that Kesslan help would not but.. have own people must think first help of. For no one else there is to help Pantheran but Pantheran. So too does Kesslan understand the needs of such people. Such thing is not unknown to Pantheran. Even before Atorian Clan, sometime war sometime other thing for refugee make. But way of Pantheran is that those that help seek, must in turn help other. For greater good is this way. Those who work will not in some way then not help worth."

"Just people come down out of Tolkeen cause of the Coalition going to war up north," Vixen replies, frowning faintly. "People around here won't hardly lift a finger cause they don't want to encourage them to come here. Ain't like that's stopping them. I'm trying to get them set up with some wood shelters so they can get settled, but its a bitch.. Leo was helping me with it, magicing up wood that we were using to trade and building a stockpile for building the shelters.. but me and him are on the outs now and I dunno if he's going to keep doing it. If not, then I won't have no more wood.. dunno if we have enough yet or not. Plus other supplies like nails and paint and such. "

Kesslan nods in consideration "Kesslan aid with this in some could perhaps. Provide money for tool. Much wood here there is, in forrest. Need only they find areas where cut can and others will not contest. Nails, hammer and other such easy obtain is in ammount large. Only money require. If build for self willing is then perhaps Kesslan willing is to help for these things pay." the pantheran considers with a slight frown. His tailtip giving a slight flick to and fro as he considers the matter. "More this than, Kesslan do can not."

"I ain't looking to draw on your creds, Kess," Vixen note, frowning subtly. "I was hoping to do this without digging into anyone's funds, but well.. if worse comes to worse might have to figure out something." She shakes her head slightly. "Would be a lot easier if people were a bit more forward thinking. You got a few hundred people out there now. That's a lot of idle hands that could be doing something, though I did manage to get a few score of them working in the farms. Hell, maybe they could start their own farm.. that's an idea." The idea ticking over in Vixen's head, her eyes flitting to the side a bit to stare at nothing in particular.

Kesslan earperks a little at that suggestion, the feline seeming to be abit more into that idea. "If help there is for help them find job, help shelter make. Then Kesslan mind not offering money of. Is less not than would for own kind do. But as say, only help so much will. Kesslan on other Pantheran must concentrate first, for no other pantheran help will. But Kesslan hope perhaps if some help other to offer on Pantheran behalf, then if time come day some..." he shrugs "Help returned in kind be will. If not this then perhaps offer way for trade make in way fair."

"I'll keep it in mind, Kess. For now, you should hold on to your stuff," Vixen replies. "Leo might still make the wood. I'll have to ask Emily to keep an eye on it." She shakes her head slightly and breathes out a low sigh. "Kess, I gotta ask you a serious question. And I want you to be honest with me.." She pauses on that note briefly before she asks, "Is there anything.. wrong with me?" Her expression a little tense at asking the question, her eyes fixed on the feline.

Clop clop clop clop. Theoretically Sebastien doesn't have to walk the Sara. Theoretically he doesn't need to brush her down, read her bedtime stories, nor bunk with her in the stables on cold nights to keep her warm. But he does anyway. The young knight rides as if he was born an ungangly sprout of a man, and only in the saddle did he learn to truly walk. His head is back, eyes to the sky, letting the horse pick its way. He may have heard that last line. He may not have. The pair wander as Sara takes them, sometimes on trails, sometimes not, while Sebastien peers slack-jawed at the cooling blue fire-touched bowl above.

Kesslan's head snaps back a little with a supprised look crossing his features. It's not quite as if he'd gotten a huge shock, but it's very clear, even dispite him being a feline AND an alien being ontop of that that he was definately not expecting a question like that from Vixen. His ears perking right up and staying there as he blinks a little before tilting his head just a tiny bit in the woman's direction. He stays like that for a little while, almost causing an uncomfortable silence before replying. "Anger much have you. Control better need. Heart and desire there proper is perhaps but not to full potential you are for this." he says softly, his pose slowly slipping back to it's norm. "Heart right place though in is as Human saying tell one Kesslan to much time ago. But way go about do you at time wrong be can."

Vixen frowns faintly as Kesslan is honest with her. There is even a flash of defiance, though the sound of the horse brings her attention towards it and its rider. Not too common a sight, that, thus she can guess who it might be even in the dim of the park. It makes her hesitant, though she looks towards Kesslan and murmurs to him, "Ain't exactly what I was looking for, but I guess I did ask for it." There's a pause. An awkward one, made of the halt just before more might have been said, but her eyes snap back towards Seb again and more doesn't come.

From out of the graveyard there moves the great white shadow which is Tornaq. His paws are quiet upon the grass, as oft they are, and the large white spirit bear stops, half lowering his head as he casts a glance behind him. It takes a lingering moment before the petite Inuit woman steps from out of the graveyard as well, pausing briefly to look back to that ever-haunted and spirit-filled place. Her brow furrows slightly, yet she steps forward then to stand next to Tornaq, lifting a hand to lightly bring a hand to rest upon the soft white fur of his leg nearest her. The bear lowers his nose to lightly touch her on the shoulder, rumbling softly much like far-off thunder would. Monique gives a slight shiver, her expression seeming to clear, and she softly runs her fingers over his fur, a whisper of a smile touching her lips.

Sara slows as she spies an obstical in her path, slowing to a stop. "Are we there yet?" Sebastien asks, and leeeeeeans forward, his head falling into place to survey those before him. "Bonjour monsieur Chat!" Sebastien greets brightly, and waves down at Kesslan before adding, "And Tricks! Vix? Vixen! You camera-toting minx, you!" He's apparently in a rare mood. Standing in his stirrups, he declares in a loud, broadcasting voice, "I bring to thee a poem.
There once was a lady from Venus
Who was known for her sexual freeness.
She would go on a date
With one partner or eight
Irrespective of gender or genus.
Sebastien sits then, staring ahead, well over the pair's heads.

Kesslan shrugs a little at Vixen "Bad person are you not." he tries to reinforce his view. But his statement remains as blunt and blank as it was, with no apology. There is however at least a little bit of explanation. "Perfect are none." he points out, his attention then diverting to Sebastien as the man lets out his rather bewildering form of greeting. The pantheran's grasp of english is not good enough to make much sense of the poem, his translator isnt much better. And so in the end rather than risk breaking his hold uppon sanity, the pantheran simply shoves the poem into some deep dark recess of his mind to fester into the collective Pandora's box of Pantheran make to one day break open and drive the Megaverse mad. "Greetings to Sebastien." he offers instead in way of response. "SPeak with you had Kesslan hoped to."

"And here comes the nonsense.." Vixen's muttered aside to Kesslan after the poem. "Yeah, hey.." A more audible greeting given towards the horse bound man, though it lacks animation. She looks back to Kess then and admits, "Sometimes it feels like something is wrong. Something is.. bad." She rolls her shoulders faintly, glancing about again. Spying the shaman and her bear friend abstractly, eyeing the pair quietly afterward.

Rounded ears turn and swivel, gathering in what can be heard from within the park, though the great white bear keeps his head lowered somewhat. Nosing lightly at Monique's shoulder, he rumbles again before lifting his head. Looking over the area, he shifts his position slightly, easing into a more protective stance. Where the graveyard was unpopulated, the park has people here whom he must be wary of. Monique rubs her fingers over his fur, taking a moment to look up at him as she leans against him, and after a moment or so she straightens. Stretching to ease tension from her muscles, she then lifts a hand to lightly pull her fingers through her hair, the pair of them starting to walk further into the park. Neither of them seem to be moving very quickly, though the pace of the bear is set to match that of the small shaman.

Sebastien snaps his fingers, eyeing Vixen with a twinkle in that baby blue and a smirk, and stands once again to proclaiming to the air.
"There once was a lady from Venus
Who wanted her very own penis.
She did all she could
To give herself wood
And now she's transgendered between us."
He gives a short bow, seeming at home performing the feat in stirrups, and seats himself once again with a wink at Kesslan over Vixen's head. His eyes flick up over the cat to Monique, and with a faint sigh his sarcastic smile fades a touch into something more genuine. Wuh oh. A chink in his armor. "I will converse on one condition, cat of the Kesslans." Sebastien declares, watching Monique approach. "You must finish this in verse. Fail, and I will speak with you no more this day.
There once was a man from nantuckett
Whose head was shaped like a bucket.
Tried though he might...
Sebastien's voice fades off, leading, and he smirks faintly. Waiting.

Kesslan eyes Sebastien somewhat suspiciously at his odd way of speaking, the feline never actually having been exposed to even such simple a thing as what he's hearing from Sebastien now. And it's clear he's struggling to even understand what's being said. Even piping up finally to such an extent once the challenge has been made. "Understand not word this use you.. Vvveeerrrse. So too would Kesslan need repeat of this once more that Sebastien wish hear. Difficult for one such I as to understand and speak language yours." he explains as best he can. Still, it's a challenge he seems to accept.

Vixen watches the bear and shaman idly until Seb decides to pull another pair of crappy limericks out. She turns her head to give him a dirty look before she follows up with Kesslan to state, "Why don't you can the crap, man? Kess has something serious to talk to you about, so just listen." She then looks to said feline and states, "A verse is a line in a song or poem. Though the crappy limericks he's putting out would only barely be considered poetry."

Ever-watchful and attentive creature that he is, Tornaq has likely taken note of the intrepid trio's presence here in the park. This presumption is proven when the great white bear turns his head to look to them, stopping as his ears turn in that direction as well, and he tilts his head to one side. Quite possibly listening. He snorts, a whuff of air being expelled through his nose, and then he lowers his head to lightly touch Monique, who stopped next to him. The small Inuit woman leans against his leg again, one of her arms wrapped around that furry white pillar, and she manages that faint smiles as she looks up at him. The great white bear gives a gentle rumble that seems to hold a question to it, though there comes no answer other than a faint shake of her head. She rests her head against him then, half closing her eyes and remaining there. The fading light of the sun falls upon the white bear, making his fur nearly glow, though this effect fades as twilight grows.

"That was not in verse," Sebastien speaks to the air above Kesslan before heeling the horse. Sara and her man trot off down the trail towards Monique and the bear, picking up her pace to a trot as Sebastien stands once more on his stirrups before leaping skyward, arms and legs spread-eagle, falling from above aimed roughly at the little Inuit as he yells, "Monique!" A beatific smile is on his face as he drifts lazily through the air, arms and legs splayed wide in a grand pounce from above.

Kesslan frowns a little as his questions, which were entirely honest and in his mind warranting of some actual response from a man who seems intent on demanding he some how instantly learn the english language moves on past, dismissing him in such a manner. There's even a slight growl he cant entirely repress though it's not a terribly loud one. Those feline eyes narrowing a little and his tail freezing dead still for but a moment. Beyond that however his boiling anger at the slight is barely visible in any outward manner. In the end however he simply turns back to his earlier conversation with Vixen. The slight burried but not forgotten. "Used to must Kesslan get to such thing. Before has not run into these thing much. Many word still understand not, much more speak not yet can but understand does." he says with a sigh. "Hard is without teaching proper from another."

Vixen shakes her head as Sebastien goes off. "Idiot," she mutters lowly, looking to Kess with a more audible comment afterward. "I bet learning that stuff is pretty rough. Never did myself, cause it wasn't ever a need. But I'm sure you'll get better. Though if you're gunna bring him along, make sure he's right up in front. Maybe we'll get lucky." That last said while jerking a thumb towards Sebastien.

As Sara and the knight errant draw ever closer, Tornaq turns his attention to the pair. Lifting his head away from Monique, he watches them, his protective nature shifting to over-protective simply because he never knows quite what to expect at times like this. Then as Sebastien leaps from the horse and starts a freefall from above, Tornaq makes a sound which is part query and part surprise, and as the man draws closer, the great white bear rises up onto his hind legs and reaches out to snag Sebastien by part of his clothes. Pulling the man out of the air, or at least attempting to, as he doesn't think Monique really needs to be pounced from above just now. The small shaman gives a murmur when Tornaq rises, shifting her weight to her own feet, and she blinks a little, lifting a hand to wearily rub one of her eyes as she looks up to see the cause of the fuss. One of her eyebrows quirks slightly, and if Tornaq has his way (which is possible, since Monique makes no effort to stop him), then he'll put Sebastien to the ground and pin him there with his nose and one paw planted next to the man, the other paw lifted in idle threat. He doesn't, after all, think that Sebastien would intentionally harm Monique, but he's a little on the moody side at the moment and thus errs on the side of caution.

Bear! Sebastien doesn't look concerned. When does he? Something's not wired right between his ears. Maybe not between his legs, either. Is there a difference? The young knight's body jerks violently to the side as he's snagged, twisting in midair to land on the packed clay with a sort of pained grunt. "Aiiiir," he hisses up at the bear, coughing a moment later there on the ground with arms and legs twitching. "My apologies I forgot to greet you Tornaq," Sebastien finally manages, and he wriggles a touch to plant a firm kiss on the bear's leathery nose. "I love you too."

Kesslan follows the sound of angry bear to catch the tail end of Sebastien's little dance. His ears perking high. "That, or insane." he says in agreement with Vixen a few moments later. "Understand I do not how these things he does and still live. Strong spirits of madness must protect. " he surmises, comming up with a theory that may actually be plausible. "As to mission.. Kesslan not sure is. Listen he would not, insult only did he offer. Other can find, though true skill his with such thing deny hard to." his ears flatten back "Would not consider if easy was to find other who as good is."

Vixen doesn't bother lowering her voice as she responds to Kess, not even bothering to watch the man's antics. "That's why you put him up front. As long as he's pointed at everything but us, he can go as loopy as he wants and it'll be a net gain." A faint smirk coming to her. "He either bites it or doesn't and kills a few Deadboys. Win win as far as I'm concerned. Only issue is dealing with him on the way there and back, but I'm willing to make that sacrifice, I suppose."

There was only really once when Sebastien was actually concerned about what harm could come to him from Tornaq, and that was when the bear actually did hurt him. The rest of the time has been a lot of feints and bluffs between the pair of male creatures. The great white bear eyes Sebastien even as he keeps his nose firmly on the man's chest, though he does relent after a moment to lift his nose away, giving a grumbling sort of grunt. Then when his leathery nose is actually kissed by Sebastien, he lifts his raised from paw to rub at it, rumbling and eyeing Sebastien. The bear snorts, then turns one of his ears towards Kesslan, a portion of his attention still on the pantheran. Lowering his nose, the bear lightly touches Monique's shoulder. In turn, the small shaman lifts a hand to lightly touch his nose, a faint smile touching at the corners of her lips. Lifting a hand, she draws her fingers through her hair, her dark-eyed gaze falling to Sebastien's now fallen form. "Why fall sky?" she asks quite softly, weariness weighing in her voice. Stepping closer to Tornaq, she leans a little against him and lifts a hand to bring her fingers to rest on his white fur, twining them a little there.

Sebastien's legs rock back, swinging high over his head, and in a whipping motion he's airborne in one instant and on his feet the next. Staggering forward from the landing, Sebastien steadies himself with a hand on either shoulder of Monique to stare down at the small dark Inuit with a grin. "Do to this," he replies simply, drawing her close to plant a soft kiss against her forehead. His head ducks then, chin tucked, breathing a whisper against her ear. Likely in vain, when faced with a reporter and a cat! Pressing away then, with a fierce grin for the woman, he half-dances and half-runs backwards to catch up with Sara, running alongside the Clydesdale a few moments before leaping into her saddle. A Sebastien-shaped blur streaks down the path, far faster than any natural horse could run.

Kesslan watches Sebastien's antics a while longer, giving up as the man finally darts off like the lunatic he is. Or.. certainly gives a very good impression of to the Pantheran's view of things. Or maybe all humans are just crazy, which would explain alot of things really... "Would Kesslan rather have one who not danger to self and other." he points out to Vixen "Than one who cannon foder is. Need think proper will we for this to work." he points out pausing then before deciding to initiate the human act of waving towards Monique and Tornaq in a way he hopes at least appears to convey the friendly intent behind the gesture.

Vixen ignores Seb's departure, continuing to talk with Kesslan at first. "Not much to plan on that. Just send him where the thickest action is. If he comes back.. well, we can point him somewhere else after that." She shrugs her shoulders, shifting her eyes towards Monique again when Kesslan waves at her. "Hey there," she offers towards the small woman, though her hands remain relaxed at her sides for now.

Monique tilts her head slightly to one side as she watches Sebastien come back to his feet, and one of her eyebrows quirks a touch. Weary, she leans against the bear still, though makes no effort to stop Sebastien from his action, her eyes falling half closed at his kiss gifted her forehead. She ducks her chin and looks up at him through the veil of her lashes at his whisper to her ear, though she gives no other reply than to nod. And then he's off to chase after Sara, and she watches him for a moment before drawing her fingers through her hair again. Tornaq lowers his head to lightly touch her shoulder with his nose, rumbling inquisitively and gaining a small nod. After another faint rumble, the two start forward again. Kesslan's wave is caught, and Monique lifts a hand to offer one of her own, a weary smile touching her lips. Having given that much in greeting, both she and Tornaq start to close the distance between, the bear lending a bit of support and assistance when it's needed.

Kesslan gives a soft snort. "Is in saying things like this that other perhaps like you not. Is not entire wrong perhaps." Kesslan says softly to Vixen, his arm lowering as he notes Monique's responding wave and approach. The feline staying where he is and taking the time to at least finish this conversation before no doubt breaking it off with a new, if awkward one with Monique once the small woman arrives. "If only worth of honour could you grasp, then perhaps Pantheran should you born have been." he says softly, not seeming to mean too much by the comment. "Fitting would have been for one as you." he says with a flick of an ear. "So too then your blunt way speaking of would better accepted be."

Vixen eyes Kesslan and shrugs her shoulders slightly. "Honor has its place, I understand it. I just don't bother with it most of the time," she states. "As to that one, I don't give a shit if he likes me or not.." She pauses then and notes to him, "I wanna talk to you again later.. for something private. But right now I'd best go get my cat before Leo does something to him." She reaches out casually to touch his forearm with her fingertips. "See you later, man."

Catching the last part of the conversation as she reaches them, she tilts her head slightly to one side. "Honour mean much," she offers, her tone thoughtful in nature yet reflecting a measure of the weariness within. She needs a good meal and a good night of sleep, though she's likely to only get the latter half of that. Solid meat doesn't make a good meal, after all, even though it does make a tasty one. Nearer to Kesslan, Tornaq stops and Monique leans lightly against one of his legs, one of her arms slipping around that furry pillar of stability. "Not have chance speak Tex-Ass to Sebastien. Will speak tonight. Am sorry make wait. Me come, help free friend. Tornaq come," she says softly, giving a small nod. The comments are a little out of the blue, so to speak, but sincerely offered.

Kesslan nods and gives a respectful bow to first Monique and then Tornaq. "Ever as, Kesslan honoured is by help of yours." he says, though the comment seems to be directed at both the tiny woman, AND the giant bear that is her companion given how he at least seems to look more or less between them. It's ever difficult to tell for sure given his almost entirely blank eyes. The pupils and iris only visible when litterally but a few inches from his face, or under very certain lighting conditions or similar such things. Of course in Ultra Violet their far more vibrant, but then few beings can naturally percieve such things. The same would go for his ear studs, the symbols expanding even if one were able to see them in the full visual spectrum range that pantherans do. He does turn briefly to see Vixen off with a nod. "May you have many good hunts untill next we meet." he says in parting to her.

Vixen glances between the two briefly before she settles on Kesslan and murmurs, "I'd rather just find one good man in this fucking city," she murmurs before turning on her heel to start off purposefully. Things to get done before the night is over.