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August 5, 2003 |
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Trump call ...
Yosannah has established contact with Despil.
The image of Despil says "Hello, Yo."
To the image of Despil, Yosannah sits on a beach covered with purple sand. Off in the distance, an emerald sea, "Despil." She seems surprised and pleased at the sight of him.
To the image of Despil, Yosannah nods lightly, "I am well. What's going on?" She furrows her brow.
The image of Despil says "We should talk sometime about the horse-beings."
To the image of Despil, Yosannah says "Fair enough. I'm free at the moment. Where are you?"
The image of Despil says "Off in shadow someplace. Where are you?"
To the image of Despil, Yosannah runs a hand over her hair, "A shadow called Vrokk."
The image of Despil says "Ah. I didn't know it had a beach."
To the image of Despil, Yosannah nods with a smile, "You've heard of the place. Seems I can't find many places that someone hasn't heard of or been to. That is probably unusual considering the infinite number of places out there."
The image of Despil says "Yes, but many have the same names."
To the image of Despil, Yosannah says "True. Anyway, I'd prefer to join you where you are, if that's okay with you?"
The image of Despil says "Any place in particular you're looking to get to?"
To the image of Despil, Yosannah says "No," She smiles, "Though, if you have a quiet place of your own that you wouldn't mind sharing, I'd be interested in getting a first hand look. You know, everybody has a Vrokk."
The image of Despil offers his hand.
Despil's Chambers...
Despil thumbs through his deck and hands you a card.
Yosannah steps near him, inclining her head so that she can look at the tarot in his hand, "I have one you realize."
Yosannah steps near him, inclining her head so that she can look at the tarot in his hand, "I have one you realize."
Despil says "One can never have too many trumps of one's self. Rip it up if you want."
Yosannah furrows her brow at him, her gaze lingers on his as she reaches a hand out for the card. Her fingers slide over his hand, cautious.
Despil looks to Yosannah and smiles to her. He lets go of the card and says, "Am I that scary?"
Yosannah slides her tongue over her lips and pointedly ignores the question. Instead, she lowers her gaze to the card in her hand, looking at the backing and then turning it over to examine the picture contained therein, "When did you draw this?"
Despil replies, "Some time ago. I don't quite remember. I asked you about it."
Yosannah traces a finger over her own image, "Mmm, I recall. You did this from memory? That's very impressive."
Despil smiles. "Thank you. I think they're often best done from memory."
Yosannah slides her hand and the card into her pocket, "I've never done a trump of another person. Actually," She reflects on this, "Pestilence, has, but I've only been able to do places. You know, where I can actually study the image I'm trying to draw." She shrugs her shoulders at that.
Despil nods and says, "Ah. Most interesting. You should practice on people sometime."
Yosannah shifts her weight from one leg to the other and crosses her arms over her chest, "Mmm. Maybe. It's always been easier to just get the cards I need from Damen or Merle." She smiles, "'Sides, I got all the contacts I probably need you know."
Despil says "Yes, yes. I see. Can I get you anything to eat or drink?"
Yosannah shakes her head and regards him, coolly, "No. Thank you." She stands very near him, watching for his expression, "What is it that you wanted to talk to me about, Despil."
"Pestilence, for one."
Despil heads to the bar and pours himself some brandy and soda. "Do you miss her?"
Yosannah regards him, watching as the brandy spills into his glass, "Miss her? Hardly how I would describe our relationship as it were."
Despil says "So you don't want her back?"
Yosannah shakes her head, "I didn't say that either. I think you described it adequately a couple months back when you referred to her as a simbiote. I need her back. For a multitude of reasons. None of which are important to anyone but me."
Despil nods and says, sipping his drink, "I've been asked to help out with that situation. I'm interested in your opinion, as I consider you a friend."
At that, she takes a step backwards and slowly turns away from him, eyes lingering on him until he is out of her line of sight. She looks at the span of books that cover the wall, "Who has asked this of you?"
Despil replies, "A woman called Riva. Do you know her?"
Yosannah smirks at this, though he wouldn't be able to see this as her attention is focused away from him, "Yes."
Despil asks, "What do you think of her?"
Yosannah seems to reflect on this for a long moment. Or maybe she is focused on some text on the bookshelf. She turns her attention back toward him and wanders near, pausing before him, "The more important question is what you think of her. Certainly you have formulated your own opinions at this point, yes."
Despil steps over and says, "I think your opinion of her is more important. I'm leaning toward helping her present plan. However, I want to know what you think."
She is forced to incline her chin upwards to make eye contact with him due to his closeness. She mutters, mostly to herself, "... you all have the same eyes." She seems to be preoccupied with her own thoughts.
Despil looks over to Yo and smiles. "I'd like to think these are my own."
Yosannah continues to bit at her lips, a small trickle of blood forms as a result. She doesn't pay it much mind and mutters instead, "Riva is well intentioned. She sometimes lacks insight as well as foresight." Beyond that, she offers little else.
Despil says, "That sounds like you don't approve of her plan."
"You're assuming that I know of her plan."
Despil says "You've been giving me the impression that you do."
Yosannah offers, flatly, "I know of Riva. I have my opinions of her. I'm basing my thoughts on prior dealings with her. That is all." She shrugs, "Though, I do know that she has an interest in these beings - perhaps because of Mariko. You recall Mariko. You're student." She draws on the word 'student'.
Despil nods and says, "Indeed, I recall Mariko. But I'm told this isn't her."
"And you are correct. Mariko served as a host for the Rider referred to as Death." She shrugs and slides her tongue between pursed lips. Perhaps she tastes the blood that lingers that as she reaches her hand up to her lips, "If I am to understand my last conversation with Riva, she thinks that there is a link to Death, Mariko, and the current state of affairs in Hell's Kitchen. I'm not so sure I believe that - but that's the perspective with which Riva approaches this situation."
Despil mmm hmms in agreement. "That is indeed what she believes."
Yosannah offers, "If she could lure them anywhere, what would she do once she did? Capture them?" A smirk escapes her lips, the first show of emotion since the conversation began, "As if that were a simple matter of her wanting it to happen."
Despil says, "Perhaps my plan is the better, then."
"You've a plan then."
Despil says "Not so much a plan as an irritated suggestion. Take this person and throw him in the Abyss and be done with it."
Yosannah smiles coyly, "Rash. So very unlike you, Despil. Suddenly I am intrigued. Though it fails to take into account a number of other factors, doesn't it?"
Despil says, "Such as?"
Yosannah considers, "Well, in my experience, destruction of the host does not result in destruction of the being. They simply find a new way to manifest. Also, though I don't think you ever believed this to be the case but," she shrugs, "Many of your people seem to believe that they are the Riders as mentioned in the Book. That their purpose is for the good of Chaos. If you could destroy them, you'd certainly risk dividing the people."
Despil chuckles. "I think differently."
"Of course you do. And that is why you are able to make a statement like.. let's throw this guy in the Abyss."
Despil says "It's irritation. What do you suggest?"
Yosannah slides her hand to her neck, "I don't know. I'm having a difficult time, myself, settling on who I think the players really are. And what their agendas might be." She move away from him, settling on the arm of the couch, "For a time I didn't believe any of the nonsense about Church lore. Then, when she was taken or when she left I believed that the claims of the church might have been accurate. I thought that the person who did this must be some sort of religious fanatic and that he and they intended to effectuate something of religious significance. And then I spoke with Ada..." She continues, "Believing her brother Arion to be the person I've been looking for, the source of your irritation, I went to her. She indicated that Arion has a certain disdain for the Courts and it's religious practices. And this doesn't fit with my original theory." She shrugs. "Which has put me at a loss."
Despil listens carefully, nodding.
"I'm tired of this entire situation, Despil. I'm tired of the Courts. I'm tired of the Church. And I'm most definitely tired of not being able to trust one goddamn person."
Despil says "Do you want me to step away from this, Yo? I'm not interested in hurting you."
Yosannah shakes her head and rubs her hands over her eyes, weary, "Hurt me? At this point, there isn't much you could do that would hurt me."
Despil nods and says, "I'm considering going off on a limb for you with this."
Yosannah looks at him through her fingers, "Why?"
Despil replies flatly, "Because I like you. Because friends from time to time, risk things for their friends."
Yosannah closes her eyes, face drawn. He might note a slight quiver in her lip as she seems to force back tears of stress. She lowers her face into her hands again and rubs at her own temples, "You're crazy." She forces a smile though he might not see it behind her hands.
Despil replies, taking a drinks, "Perhaps."
Yosannah sniffles and exhales, "I should get going." She tucks her hair behind her ear.
Despil looks at her for a moment and says, "I don't believe my sanity or lack thereof has anything to do with this matter, however. If you're not going to tell me your desires, then I'll have to intuit what to do."
Yosannah stands and regards him for a moment, "I want her back. Because I think Arion is using their power for his own ends and because I want the power back for myself. And let's not forget the ever looming possibility that magic isn't going to keep me alive indefinitely without her," she states matter of factly.
Despil nods and says, "All right. That's a good start."
Yosannah mimics him and nods as well, "Okay. Good." She reaches into her jacket and withdraws a tarot, "I met your new King. A week or so before he was officially designated. He doesn't appear to be too receptive on this issue." She pauses and then asks, "What might that mean for me?"
Despil says "On which issue? You staying alive?"
Yosannah nods, fingers tracing over the edge of the card in her hand, "That would be a big issue, yes. But on the horsemen in general."
Despil says, "I believe that His Majesty cares about the health and welfare of his people. If the best way to procure that is to get you back Pestilence, he'd be all in favor of it. I've spoken to him at length about this issue, and Riva's plan."
"You have." She wets her lips and nods.
Despil looks over dryly. "I have."
"Okay." She turns the card over in her fingers. "I should go." A pause, and then, "Thank you, Despil. For being forthcoming with me."
Despil says "You're welcome. I'll step out of this."
Yosannah shakes her head and urges, "Whatever you think is best. I trust your judgement."
Despil nods and waves. "Serpent bless."
Yosannah smiles at the gesture, almost smirks and then focuses on the card in her hand....