Sep 07 10:52:27 105 PA

From Chronicles

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Kingsdale - Moe's Tavern

You enter the smoke filled tavern called Moe's. Music blares from an ancient looking CD Jukebox. Inside is a collection of residents of Dregtown in varying states of intoxication. Juicers, Borgs, City Rats all sitting and drinking side by sde. Of course a few skulls roll from time to time but the Large bouncer standing by the door is over 7 feet tall and looks as if he means business. The places has a musty, old smell and the decor is dingy and yellowed with time. The red carpet on the floors is well worn and the paint is peeling off the walls. Still this don't keep the locals away as Moe's is a favorite.

The long bar, booths against the wall oppostite the bar, and the tables all seem very used, yet are strong...made of some reinforced material that's sturdy enough for the angriest juicer. A vid-screen behind the bar shows the JuicerBall game and the bar is packed with patrons clamoring for a drink...ya see there ain't no waitresses at Moes.

There is a smaller room to the back with a pool table. Not many people use the pool table on the count of the group of men, a few of whick are juicers, who usually play cards in the back room. Finally of interest in the bar is the video poker machines Moe' placed for your convienance. Winnings may be redeamed at the bar. There is also a bathroom door, a back door past the pool table and stairs going up and down behind the bar.

The warm day draws in custom earlier than usual, seeking cold beer and shade, and the fans that move the air in here. Behind the bar, Aimee is flirting with the latest in a long line of customers, her eyes twinkling and her smile warm. She sets a sandwich in front of him and flits off to serve the next one, heels clacking against the floor. Soon, the rush begins to die off and she glances at the supervisor, asking silently, before getting an affirmative nod. She turns, to head towards a bench table, sliding shoes off with a look of relief as she leans back.

Roulin makes his way on into the bar, a warm smile on his face as he looks to see who's in. He glances from side to side as he then notices Aimee, making his way on over as he waits in the line to order a bottle of booze.

For a moment, the girl doesn't see him, reveling in the joy of shoes off sore feet, her eyes closed. When she opens them, she scans the bar, her face showing a brief flash of disappointment before the emotion is carefully hidden beneath a sweep of her lashes. Roulin's arrival is noticed then and she gives him a warm smile, lifting an eyebrow. "Get me a beer too?" She calls.

Roulin smiles as he looks to Aimee. "I don't know, you look kinda tired there Aimee. Think you should be drinking?" as he gives a wink. Two beers later, he makes his way on over as he overs one to Aimee. "Long time no see stranger."

She reaches out to take the bottle, sticking her tongue out to him, laughingly. "I think I should definitely be drinking, oui. How're you?" She lifts her face to him, offering a kiss with a wicked look in her eyes, teasing, laughing.

Roulin takes the kiss to a cheek as he blushes and grins. "Good good, just doing some work. Nothing special, had an errand that stole me out of town for a few days. Routine delivery and all." he smiles as he opens his own bottle. "How're you doing? And Desmond and Kesslan?"

Aimee leans herself against him, settling comfortably, drawing up a leg to rest her bottle on her stocking clad knee. "I'm fine, and Kesslan, he is busy with the visitor he has. Desmond, non, I don't know. I haven't seen him."

Roulin gives a soft 'oh?' before looking to Aimee, "What's up? Has he gone away for a bit? And, I guess I kinda expected it with Kesslan and what's it's name."

Aimee's gaze is hidden as she lowers her lashes, taking a swig of the bottle. "Non, we fought." Abrupt for her, and she changes the topic, unsubtly. "My brother, he has come to town, my twin. I think you will like him."

Roulin presses his lips. "Ugh hon." before he pauses and then says "Your twin? Oh boy. I'm not sure I could handle a twin, just one is bad enough you know." he drinks more from his bottle, slowly as it drains to about half.

She laughs, ignoring the response to her fight with Desmond, tilting her head back to look up at him. "He is a boy though, so not very like me. I think, you won't believe it but I was the good one, the quiet one. He is so very stubborn."

Roulin ahhs and then just laughs. "Oh bother. I'll try to avoid him, what's his name so I know to run like the plague is coming." more beer gone before he says "Been learning boxing."

She takes a swig of the bottle, her eyes laughing at his comments. "Boxing? You? Perhaps you will be knocked half across the rings... Why do that, mon ami?"

Roulin laughs. "Been there, took Katsumi's one two. And, it's just to learn another technique. Honestly? I'd rather try to learn a knife style then straight out boxing."

"A knife style?" Aimee repeats, as if the comment about Katsumi didn't kindle a spark in her eyes, swiftly hidden. "Why would you learn a knife style? Do you use them? I have some, from before..."

Roulin gives a slow nod. "Yup. I usually use them when my gun fails me. I had my armor modified to hold a rather large set of vibro claws on the left arm. There's not too much I know of that can easily handle it." he brings his left hand up, looking it over. "They extend out almost a foot."

She reaches out to touch it lightly with her fingertips, an odd expression on her face. "You are changing, mon ami, oui?" She observes softly, giving him a look of consideration, of assessment.

Roulin mmms? "Changing, not that much really. I've always had a knife on my belt in combat. It just means now I can defend myself quicker." he looks over at Aimee. "Why?"

"Perhaps you would not have wanted claws before, Roul." Aimee's words are soft and she turns to face him, sitting crosslegged, ignoring the short skirt. "And oui, it is a claw. Like Kesslan's."

Roulin ponders that. "Mmm. Not as much as I might've changed. Was looking in the magic shoppe for a transformation potion, hopefully only temporary so I could like, change for a bit." he pauses, "I think instead I'm being given a bit of runaround and and instead shown magic."

"Magic shop? You think that is a good idea? Why?" Aimee's expression tightens and she frowns, drawing away and shaking her head from the man beside her on the bench seats, near the bar. She shakes her head again, taking a swig from the bottle. "I am glad they are running you around." Her french accent deepens as the emotion flashes in her eyes, irritation in green.

Roulin pauses a moment, "What if I could get you one too? Or you know, give you and Desmond a night together...just think of him as a rugged and strong human, or yourself as a cute feline. As for the why, well...I thought you supported me learning new things?"

Victoria stalks in slowly, her eyes shifting around the bar with an instinctive wariness. One side of her mouth curves up into a faint, dry, smile as she continues further within, her body flowing from step to step with a feral grace, her gaze never resting in one place for long.

Aimee tilts her head slightly, her forehead wrinkling. "Non, Desmond and I are not talking, I don't want to have a night with him." She shrugs, dismissing the offer almost sharply, her head turning away from the man, her gaze snagging on the newcomer. "I haven't seen her before in here. I think, me, I know all the regulars." She shrugs lightly, watching. "I think new things, oui, but changing entirely, non?"

Roulin looks to Aimee. "Temporary stuff Aimee. I wasn't looking for a complete and total, non reversible change." he pauses and says "Ever gonna call my own debt in?" before he smiles warmly, looking over to the woman Aimee mentions. He dosn't say a thing, just watches her as he finishes his beer. "Shall I sally forth and bring in another lonely guest?"

Victoria cracks her neck from side to side and catching the two glancing at her returns the favor. She nods politely enough to them both, even with a faint smile that does a little to soften her face even if the warmth never reaches the psi-stalker's gaze "Howdy" she says simply, her voice gutteral although not as growling as her wild kin.

"Perhaps not a full change. Non, I am keeping your debt for when I need it." She gives him a laughing smile as the woman greets them. "Hello... I am Aimee and this..." She tilts her bottle at Roulin, "is Roulin, who will buy us both a drink, oui, Roulin?" She laughs then, the amusement in her eyes obvious as she tilts her head to swig the bottle.

Roulin sticks his tongue out at Aimee. "That costs two hours right there." as he beckons Victoria over and says "What's your poison? I'll get them to bring it on out. Another beer for everyone."

"Vee" she replies simply, her smile broadening a little as she stalks over closer "Never say no to a free drink" she adds as she picks up a chair and reverses it before sitting down, resting her arms over the bacck of it then looking up to Roulin "Beer is fine" she says then adds "nice to meet you both"

"Vee." Aimee repeats, giving the woman a warm smile, lifting one eyebrow. "And non, it does not cost me two hours. You are paying interest on your debt, mon ami." She tilts her head back, giving the man a warm smile, a dangerous one. "Perhaps if Desmond and I do not speak, I may call in the debt." She leans her elbows on the table, interlacing her fingers, and resting her chin on them, studying the other woman. "So, what brings you here?"

Desmond enters Moe's with an easiness about himself. Familiar ground, this. He pauses just within, off center to keep the door clear, letting his eyes scan slowly about the premises. Flicking to certain spots, certain individuals who get a brief examination before he moves on. Those few moments end when he turns towards the bar, approaching with long, unhurried strides. While he looks relaxed overall, there is a firmness to his neutral set expression. His eyes linger intently on the bar itself as he nears, the prior openness of awareness narrowing to a pinpoint. Scanning slowly until that narrowed focus fixes on Aimee, still a few moments before he's arrived at that certain spot.

Roulin gives a look to Aimee. "Un uh, no such thing. But fine, thirty minutes." he then looks back to Victoria as he calls for three beers to be brought, local kingsdale brew as his eyes seem to catch Desmond, then looks away to the others where he's at.

Victoria's nostrils flare as she looks up at around and towards the advancing Desmond. Her lips start to curl into an automatic snarl at the sight of a mutant feline for an instant before she bites back the instinctive reaction and nods politely enough "Two hours?" she asks curiosly as her cool gaze moves back to the others at her table "And to the bar or the city?" she asks Aimee.

Aimee shakes her head at Roulin, apparently unaware of the arrival of Desmond, but she tilts her head back to give Roulin a warm smile, inviting. "Fifteen minutes." She bargains, before replying to Vee's comments. "To either?" She replies quickly, "And Roulin, he lost a bet with me, that I would win, and so he owes me a whole night to do anything I wish..." She lifts her eyebrows, mischief in her face.

As Desmond draws near, he does come to note the presence of Roulin and Victoria. The tightness of his focus not so total. Roulin himself gets a familiar nod and a curious look as he glances away. When his eyes shift to Victoria, just catching the tail end of that ltitle snarl. Brief enough that he seems uncertain as to it's prior existence. It distracts him enough that his eyes linger on Victoria, examining her for the last few steps until he 'arrives' near. But he pulls his eyes back to Aimee just in time. "Aimee," he rumbles to her. The warmth that commonly shows unable to be restrained, though his expression keeps a firmness as he gazes at her. Again to Roulin then for a familiar, "Roulin." And, finally, a second glance for Victoria, his expression taking on a questioning lean.

Roulin sticks his tongue out to Aimee. "Well, now it's twenty three hours and fourty minutes to do what you like. Deal was for a whole day. Actually...wait, wasn't it longer since I left and all that?" Roulin looks to Desmond and nods back before he says "Desmond."

"Vee" she says in her low gutteral voice towards Desmond. She strips her gloves off and sets them down neatly on the table. Absently flexing her pale hands she looks between Aimee and Roulin and nods once. SHe pauses for a moment as a half smile crosses her lips "You can get a look of washing and cleaning done in a night" she suggests deadpan towards Aimee. Her smile broadens a moment then she adds "looking for work really"

Aimee's chin lifts slightly at the greeting and she gives Desmond a nod, "Desmond." She replies, before turning back to Roulin and Vee. "I think perhaps he can clean my entire flat with time to spare... I will have to think hard to find him tasks." She arches an eyebrow, returning the deadpan look, but the mischief in her eyes brims over. "What do you do?"

Desmond nods his head once and returns, "Vee." His own voice is a deep, rolling basso profundo, with a subtle roll in his 'r's. His eyes linger a moment longer before he looks back to Aimee, "There is little that need be cleaned," he notes in reply to her words, his attention shifting back to the other two. His steadiness of demeanor remaining as he notes to Roulin, "THe longer she holds this promise from you, the more likely she will discover something.. trying for you to do." Jesting words, though his delivery remains a straight thing.

Roulin laughs. "Mmm, could be worse I suppose. But now there's twenty less minutes." he looks up to Desmond and says "Yeah, I know, so I've got to whittle away the time before she figures out what's up. One day, she'll call it in and find out she only has three minutes left."

Victoria tilts her head a little as she looks between Desmond and Aimee. Glancing back to Roulin she smiles very faintly whilst leaning away from the back of the chair "Do you walls need painting" she suggests to Aimee then in answer to her question glances down over herself and quirks another half smile "I doubt you would beleive dance instructor" she offers dryly.'

"Then I will just have to claim it swiftly, before you whittle it away." Aimee's low purr matches narrowed green eyes, the temper rising in them as the men talk about her in front of her. "What do you think, Vee? Shall I take him home to bed now, and claim my twenty three hours and forty minutes..." She shrugs lightly at the answer, "I have seen more unlikely dance instructors but non, not really."

"I think you forget how she came to win this contest in the first place," Desmond opines to Roulin, his brows lifted slightly. "Such a thing is not so easy." He looks to Aimee, as she makes such a suggestion towards Vee. Whatever she might expect of him, the big male doesn't blink. Rather, he looks back to Victoria after a few moments and rumbles, "Martial work is what you seek. A common occupation in this place." His words thoughtful on that account. "As well a wide field of work. I would ask after more, but I am not one to look to for paying work. But there are some you might speak to who may have something to offer."

Roulin chuckles and looks to Desmond. "Yeah yeah, I know." before he looks to Aimee. "Bet you couldn't handle me that long Aimee. I bet you'd be tired out in the first...six hours."

Victoria nods briefly towards Desmond then looks back to Aimee "Hunting is what I am best at...surprisingly" she adds deadpan as her eyes flick around her with a habitualy wariness "But I can fight straight up if needed, and track almost anything" she adds with a faintly wolfish grin touching her pale face "I am cashed up after my last contact, but well. We get...restless" she adds as her long fingers trace patterns absently on the table.

"Is that a challenge, oui?" Aimee asks Roulin, her voice a low, soft purr, her eyes narrowing slightly on his face. "Well, I will take you home with me tonight then, and we can start counting from when we hit the door." She doesn't look at Desmond, keeping her gaze on Roulin, chin lifted slightly, "Or are you ducking out from your debt, mon ami?"

"Indeed." A rumbled agreement with a knowing lean for Victoria before Desmond looks back to Aimee again. He lingers, studying her quietly for a few moments, but still, he doesn't seem to bite. ONly a slight frown manifests, though his expression lingers in the neutral far enough to fog the precise nature of it. He huffs out a low breath and looks to Roulin then, as if curious at his response.

Roulin looks to Aimee. Then to Desmond and says "I'm not running, but Aimee, sort your problems out first. I'm not your pawn here. Once you two start talking again, I'll do the challenge and show you exactly what I mean." he gets himself from the bench as he says "I'm gonna head out though, fix things up, then we'll have fun."

Victoria nods politely towards Roulin as he starts to get up "Thanks for the beer" she rumbles softly. Falling silent she looks between Desmond and Aimee, her steel grey eyes speculative but she keeps her mouth shut for now.

Aimee's face doesn't change from the teasing, amused expression but she lowers her lashes as an emotion shoots through the green eyes. "Oui then, I'll see you later." She gives Roulin a look that holds challenge, before blowing him a kiss. "Vee, do you want another beer?" She tilts her head back to finish hers in a swig, closing her eyes as she does so.

"Farewell, Roulin. Be well," Desmond rumbles, again letting himself linger in that murky neutral obscurity in tone and expression, though the words of parting are cordial enough for his norm. After a moment of watching him, he returns his attention to Victoria, a mild note of curiosity tangible. Yet there is a pause.. a notable delay in his words as he considers them carefully. "I have no doubt you have many an interesting tale to tell," he says at last. "There are some who one can ever assume have not had uneventful lives."

Roulin heads on out, giving a wave as he passes.

Victoria lifts up her still mostly full beer in one hand and shakes her head towards Aimee's offer "Still working on this one" she replies before taking a small sip "As a rule we don't drink much" she explains simply. Setting it down she looks up to Desmond and tilts her head a little "Maybe, I doubt yours is boring either, nor Aimee's. I have travelled a bit and never heard anyone speak like you" she says as her gaze shifts back to human woman.

Aimee slides herself from the bench seat, the empty bottle in her hand. "Non, mine is not interesting or exciting." She shrugs lightly, "My parent was French, it is just that." She smiles, quickly and brightly, before she turns towards the bar, resting her hands lightly on it as she leans over to snag two bottles. The bartender gives her a shake of the head and a grin, and Aimee returns it with a wink, as she turns back to the others. "I am horribly boring, me."

Desmond nods his head once to Victoria, thoughtful on that note for a brief moment before he returns, "You would not be wrong in that, though there has been a pleasing period as of late, if not entirely without.. eventful moments." His eyes shift, straying towards Aimee for a brief moment along with that casual statement. "She is modest as well," Desmond adds after Aimee's last words, looking to Victoria again. "Not at all boring," he reaffirms with an air of experience.

Victoria blinks at Aimee, her head tilting again in a curiously animalistic manner "Fren-ch?" she repeats as if the word was foreign to her. Taking another small sip she lifts a broad shoulder in a shrug "There are a lot of psi-stalkers out there, not sure I am any more special than any of them" she murmers as her gaze shifts away.

Aimee returns to the seat, ignoring Desmond's comments as if he hadn't spoken at all. She takes a swig of one of the bottles, putting the other on the table. "Oui, just a language and a country that was." She shrugs lightly, "Desmond is fond of psi-stalkers." She comments, the tone of the girl's voice lowering to a purr that matches the sweet smile on her lips.

Desmond lets his eyes slip towards Aimee as she speaks, that subtle frown returning as he lingers on her for a few moments. But that too goes without answer as he looks back to Victoria. "It is true, I suppose. I have never considered the number of your kin who exist. I do not see many, but it may simply be my path in life." His tone remains simple and without inflection, still standing beside the table without any obvious intent to sit.

"Curious, usualy most felines attack us almost on sight" Victoria replies quietly a she lifts her beer up. Taking another small sip she pauses then sets it down again "Not many of us in towns, outside of the CS anyway" she adds quietly. Her finger circles the rim of her glass, the psi-stalker not content staying still for long "See more of us in the wilderness, or rather often don't until it is too late" she says with a dry half smile.

"I think I have only seen one other of your kind." Aimee comments softly, her gaze moving from Desmond's, avoiding it as she takes several large swigs of her bottle, green eyes closing as she leans her head back to drink. "Desmond is a tamed cat these days." Again, the comment comes with a barbed smile, sweetly aimed at Desmond before she drinks again, swiftly emptying the bottle.

Desmond shakes his head slightly. "I am not like most beings," he rumbles simply, without inflection towards the positive or the negative.As might be expected, Aimee's words gain her a firm look. "I am one who is looking for a new way of being. Before I have known too much conflict.. too much death. It pleases me that there have been those here who could show me a better way." Though technically still speaking to Victoria, his eyes linger on Aimee, even if she doesn't look to him. His eyes leave her then to look to Victoria. "Wanderlust is something I have lost. Though I maintain myself, despite my decision to walk a less martial path."

"Probably won't find too many of us here, two ley lines and a lot of...temptation" Victoria replies to Aimee as her gaze shifts back from a wary regard around the room. She sips her beer again then nods to Desmond, her lips purse a moment in thought then she decides to simply leave it at a nod evidently deciding another sip of beer is her wisest option.

Aimee ignores the look from Desmond, ignores the reaction to her words. "You don't like ley lines?" She asks the other woman, leaning back into her seat, resting the bottle against her leg, the image of the relaxed woman. She gives Vee a thoughtful look with a smile, amusement in the green eyes before she lifts the bottle again, emptying it swiftly, her eyes half closed as she swallows.

Desmond furrows his brows at Victoria. "I know of the temptation, I have a friend who is of your kin. She did have troubles with that in the past, though she seems to have found a measure of balance in the now," Desmond rumbles thoughtfully. He dips his head towards Aimee in a nod at her question, echoing, "What trouble do the Ley Lines cause you? She has not spoken of such things to me."

"Enough practice and you can resist the urge to kill and eat users of magic yes" Victoria deadpans as her beer comes up for another long swallow. Setting the glass downshe absently turns it between her long pale fingers "Long story.." she says in reply, gaze shifting between the two of them "..lets just say they are annoying" she finishes with a faint smile.

"You kill them?" Aimee questions, her gaze sharpening slightly as she lowers the emptied bottle, putting it down and reaching for the third. "How annoying? Why? Come on, Vee, teasing isn't nice, mon petite..." She lifts her eyebrows, eyes dancing with mischief before she takes the first swig of that bottle.

Desmond seems content with what is said on the Ley Lines, not questioning further himself. BUt he does rumble, "The nature of the hunter is to kill those they hunt. To give battle and emerge victorious." A glance given towards Aimee as he states, "So it is for one, so it is for all." Back to Victoria, he states, "She has some control then. As far as I know, she has never killed any save those who met her in deadly conflict."

"It gets frowned on in most company" Victoria rumbles as her smile flickers for a fleeting moment. She sips a little more of her beer then pushes the glass aside. She leans back to look around carefully and then back to her companions at the table "Although even the wildest of my cousins are not stupid, we don't usualy walk into the middle of a city and do it"

Aimee finishes her bottle, putting it carefully onto the table in front of herself. "Oui, yes, killing is not something that most people think is so wise." She shrugs lightly, ignoring Desmond as if he was not even there. "Do you have a place to stay, Vee?" She gives the other woman a smile that holds a world of amusement.

Desmond nods his head once to Vivian, thoughtful still as he rumbles, " It is good to know that. To kill without proper reason is.. not something I look kindly upon. Hunger is, perhaps, a reason. But that one can feed without killing.. it would seem, to me, that one approach such a thing with a careful hand." And, for now, he leaves Aimee to her own as well.

"A lot of us make good money hunting down things that need to be killed. Monsters, demons and the like" Vicky replies as she gestures with her pale fingers "A lot of small places around the wilderness that don't have the benefits of police, soldiers and the like" she points out then turns to Aimee "Not yet, although I should have enough to cover a place for a while"

Aimee nods slowly, before giving Victoria a warm smile. "Oui, well, you can find me here. I work behind the bar, and in the kitchen some days." She slides to the end of the bench, clearly going, "I have to go, I promised to meet someone." She gives Desmond a nod which is more polite than anything, "Desmond." She rises to her feet.

Desmond nods his head slightly as he muses Victoria's words for a moment, rumbling, "Yes.. I can see such a thing. And such would be an honorable path to walk." He pauses then as Aimee rises to go. Looking to her, he states, "I remain waiting for you, My Flame. When you are ready, I will listen and respond. Be well." Simple, but inviting, not a trace of ire to be found. His eyes lingering on her for a few moments before he looks back to Victoria. "You may keep an eye out for my friend. She is named Katsumi."

"And resonably lucrative" Victoria replies to Desmond as her smile broadens "..although lonely too. Gratitude doesn't always mean they like you" she growls with a wry snort. She lifts a hand in a wave to Aimee and nods to her "Nice to meet you"

Aimee gives Desmond a steady look, narrowing her eyes at him. "I don't want you to wait, or listen or respond. I told you what I think, and I think perhaps ..." She shrugs, lifting a hand to wave to Victoria as she turns away. "Oui, my pleasure."

Desmond breathes out a low sigh as Aimee goes, his head given a slight shake as he rumbles, "Indeed. What one seeks is not always what one gets. Nor is what one gets always what one deserves." There is a flicker of annoyance, but his next words come steady and simple again. "What brings you here, if I might ask after such a thing. Giving the wanderlust you spoke of, it is natural to wonder after such things."

Victoria watches Aimee leave then turns her gaze back towards Desmond. She remains silent for a few moments as she regards him then quirks a faint half smile "My keen psi-stalker senses tell me there is something between you two" she deadpans as her pale hand reaches for her beer again "Looking for work. Wasn't fitting in with the merc company I was part of, so parted ways here"

Desmond nods his head once to Victoria's observations. "She is my mate, though we are as of yet only engaged by the human manner of things," he admits. "She is upset with me and seems quite intent on holding to her upset, though I think it to be more out of fear than true anger." And he seems quite certain of that. Her own revelation leads him to muse, "I suppose you could speak to Atticus if you would be within another martial company. An elf who wields magic." He pauses then, a slight frown coming to him. "Strange it might be for one such as yourself to follow one such as he," he observes.

Victoria looks to where Aimee retreated then back to Desmond, and if she had an eyebrow she would raise it. As is she tilts her head to one side in a bestial type manner and smiles faintly "Seems she is pretty upset" she ventures then glances down to her empty beer glass. Looking back up she snorts faintly "A d-bee mage, sure he would love me" she says with a fleeting smile "oddly enough most of them get antsy in my presence"

Desmond nods his head once to the first, simply accepting it without objection. On Atticus, he states, "I believe he would be at least somewhat different. He takes well to Katsumi, as far as I have seen and he seems to be one who gives all the benefit of the doubt at first. I believe you will find him to be fair, if nothing else." He pauses, a thoughtful look coming to him, though what his thoughts linger on he doesn't seem about to express.

Victoria absently scratches her chin, seemingly not entirely at ease at the idea of serving under a d-bee perhaps. She keeps a silence on the matter, her fingers absently swirling the suds in the beer glass "So what did you do?" she asks after a moment, her gaze turning sidelong to the giant feline.

"What I did.." Desmond rumbles the phrase thoughtfully. "My trade has been hunting and killing, though that time has passed for me," he states simply. "I maintain my skills, for to not do so would be a foolish thing in this world. But in the now, I do simple labor. Building funds to begin a business with Aimee. So too I turn my will towards pursuits more constructive and less destructive. Things I was denied before.. that I am no longer barred from."

Victoria shakes her head briefly "I meant more what did you do to piss her off" she says with a jerk of her head back towards where Aimee vanished from. Her gaze wanders around the room briefly then back to Desmond with a faint smile "But, building? sounds kind of. Really fucking boring" she adds as her smile broadens further.

"Ahhh.." Desmond pauses, considering back to the recent past. "I have been looking into combat stimulants. A man offered me samples I was going to have examined.. to know their composition, potency and side effects. She discovered them. That her brother had recently arrived, having taken the path of the Juicer had no small part in intensifying her reaction. I have since gotten rid of them, but I know not what will appease her this time." His head nods towards her as he states, "For me, it is new and intriguing. But all have different paths. It will be a nightclub, in which I will attempt to run tend to security matters."

Victoria ahhs in understanding, although at mention of juicers her lips curl into a faint snarl "Seems a damn stupid thing to do to yourself" she says after a moment, fingers hooking into a claws for a moment "Juicer change that is. Sure they are fast as hell, and tough. But having your heart explode after a few years?" she asks then shakes her head "Of course not like many of my cousins live much longer but still" shaking her head she holds out one arm "better to rely on your own skills. Still doesn't seem much to get worked up about. Not like you are strapping on a drug collar"

"It is not a path I would follow, but his reasoning behind it is understandable. I will not speak of it, for it is a personal thing, but if you meet him later perhaps he might choose to tell you," Desmond replies simply, his own tone lingering in that steady neutrality. "She believes I will fall to drugs in the same way, but it seems her fears overpower what she knows of me. I am not one to let myself be enslaved to chemicals. I do not even drink, save for rare instances when it accompanies a meal." He breathes out a deep sigh and shakes his head. "Her anguish over the fate of her brother no doubt makes for a worse reaction. Had he not come with this condition, I don't doubt she would have reacted in a milder manner."

Victoria looks the huge feline up and down as she considers "Would it even work on you?" she asks with a brief shrug. Her gaze wanders down over herself for a moment "Don't think it works on us either. But I guess if you are a human you might want something to even the odds a bit" she says a touch uncertainly then offers another brief shrug as she sweeps her gaze around again to look for any threats "Sounds like some bad timming though"

Desmond shakes his head slightly. "I know not, but I have no desire for such a thing," he rumbles. "She thinks I will fall to other drugs and use them when I am feeling poorly. What she does not realize is that I look to her when I feel so. I would not seek a chemical when I can find solace in her." He shakes his head again. "It is bad timing, but I am patient. If nothing else, my time here as reinforced that patience is a thing that will ever be needed. I learned much of that from her and it seems she is ever destined to test the fortitude of my patience." That said with a subtle warmth that betrays it as no more than a fond comment.

Victoria nods politely as she listens to Desmond's comments "Well good luck convincing her of all that" she says as she arises from her chair "Never had time for things like that so ain't got much advice to offer" she admits with a one shouldered shrug. A sweep of her hands settles all her hardware back into it's proper place as she offers Desmond a nod "Nice to meet you by the way but about time to have a few drinks with some of my ex company before they head off"

Desmond dips his head once to Victoria. "I will find my way, but your thought is appreciated. You may find this place allows for time for many things. But what is to be we cannot guess," he rumbles thoughtfully. "Be well, Vee. Until such time as our paths might cross again." He lingers where he continues to stand for the time being, though for what purpose is anyone's guess.

"We'll see" Vicky says with a faint half smile, her gaze shifting away curiously to the wooden handle in her boot. Her lips compress a sshe looks up to offer Desmond a brief nod then stalks out into the slums.Tags:aimee, desmond, roulin, victoria