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Gideon Club - Study ...
Damen appears, fading into existence.
Yosannah sits at the table next to the window. Elbow propped up on the table and head against a fisted hand. Before her is a myriad of folders and books. She seems to be reading from a large text.
Damen crosses his arms regarding you, "Back to the law practice, are we?"
Yosannah smiles behind the hair that hangs over her face before she turns to regard him. "Hello Damen." Slowly she closes the book, fingers tracing along the hard cover. Gaze falls to him, soft smile in her eyes, "Welcome home."
Damen quirks an eyebrow up. "Home?" He chuckles softly. "An interesting choice of words."
Yosannah turns now in her chair and looks him over for a long moment, "Isn't this home? As much as any other place I would imagine."
Dressed casually in khakis and a white linen shirt, Damen moves with a deceptive laziness. Black hair frames a handsome face, that gazes at his surroundings with bemused forest-green eyes. Upon the middle finger of his right hand is a ring, his only visible decoration. Should you hear him speak, his voice is soft and a gentle caress. A barely detectable Irish brogue periodically rises in the tonal qualities in his voice which is both arrogant and an elegant black velvet. No weapons seem to be visible.
Damen says "As much as any other place." He motions to the books, "Keeping yourself busy?"
She nods her head, a single inclination of her chin, "Trying, it's not easy as of late, but it helps to keep my mind focused." She lowers her gaze at this, thoughtful smirk playing on her lips, "Ryker said I shouldn't bother... maybe he's right."
Damen shrugs nonchalantly. "Interesting company you have begun to keep. I thought you were of the opinion he was a pompous ass."
Yosannah smiles at this, "I don't know, seems all the boys in my life have that quality about them, why not Ryker." She motions to the chair across the table, "Come sit. If you aren't on your way somewhere else that is."
Damen shakes his head. "No. I'm not. Nothing pressing." He crosses the room and takes a seat opposite you. His gaze is appraising.
Atop the table are a number of legal files. She appears to be reviewing a fairly large case as each of the folders is marked, 'Tearney'. Off to the edge of the table, however, rests a small, navy-blue, address sized book. The cover indicates 'Passport'.
Yosannah smiles, "Good, I'm glad." She runs a hand over her hair, "I uhh. It's hard to keep up, actually. Time on Earth moves so much faster then here, you know."
Damen nods, "So that's where you've holed yourself up? Earth? Sources tell me you haven't been at the Inn that much."
Yosannah shakes her head, to indicate that he is correct, "No." Her gaze meets his and she purses her lips together, licking them lightly and making a soft tisking noise, "I only come here to use the library and to check in."
Damen nods with a smile, "Me too. So there's a pair of us. Don't tell. They'll banish us you know."
Yosannah chuckles softly, gaze lowering to the tabletop, "Yeah. Well, I don't know about you, but I know the owners."
Damen smiles, "Ah, so you have an in."
Yosannah mutters softly, "I'll put in a good word for you." She reaches for her pen and, after a long pause, offers, "I have a few things to tie up Court side, but then I was thinking of getting myself an apartment back home. Home, home." She shrugs her shoulders, "I dunno."
Damen nods, "Maybe it's a good idea. You've been through a lot."
Yosannah nods, "Yeah. But you know what they say. You can never really go back."
Damen smiles, "And you know that one shouldn't worry about cliches."
Yosannah runs a hand along her neckline, "Yeah, well, I'm not just talking cliches. I don't exist there anymore. And neither does most of the family that I knew."
Damen nods, "You've been away for a long time."
Yosannah chuckles a single short exhileration of breath, "Yeah. About several decades there."
Damen regards you, "And you are sure you want to go back?"
Yosannah balls her hand into a fist and rests it against her upper lip, "I don't know. I was hoping to... Eh. It's not important."
Damen raises an eyebrow, "Hoping to what?"
Yosannah considers for a long moment, "Did I ever tell you how I ended up here? I don't think I have. We've never spoken of it."
Damen shakes his head. "I asked once. You weren't ready to tell me."
She sits in her chair, gaze lingering on him, reflectively, "I had just finished the bar exam. Late July. Had a vacation planned before work started, you know. Kind-of a reward for myself. Got on a plane, was headed for London, and," She shrugs, "I ended up here."
Damen says "I'd like to say it was a unique story...." He shrugs, "But it has become all to familiar. At least you know how to get back now."
Yosannah nods, almost in agreement, "Yeah, but you know what. Here's what interests me." She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, "I'm not some missing Chaos Lord's child. Not one of your distant cousins either. So I'm wondering - what the hell?"
Damen smirks, "Just lucky, I guess."
Yosannah shrugs, "Yeah. I suppose you could call it luck." She gestures about the room, "As if all of this was something I was lucky to come upon."
Damen chuckles softly, "There are worse places to find yourself in, Yosannah."
Yosannah offers, flatly, "That's a matter of perspective, isn't it. Having your family taken from you through no fault of your own. I'd imagine it was something you, of all people, could be sympathetic about."
Damen narrows his eyes slightly. "My family can all go to hell, Yo." A muscle in his jaw twictches faintly before he retakes his calm. "You should know me better than that by now....there was...is...only two people in my life who I would be distraught over being separated from them. One, I no longer have control over...the other...." He smiles, "Well, she has other priorities at the moment."
Yosannah nods, "The 'One' you mention is the family I was refering to, Damen."
Damen shrugs, nonplussed.
Yosannah inhales deeply and exhales slowly. She says nothing as she crosses her arms over her chest and turns her attention out the window.
Damen regards you. His words seem almost forced. "So if you go...when will you leave?"
Her gaze remains focused at some unknown object outside the window, "Like I said, I have some things to take care of, and then..." She shrugs her shoulders, "Though, It's not 'leaving'. Just setting up home base somewhere else. I dunno."
Damen nods, "And you just want a change of scenery? Or is it more than that?"
Yosannah lifts a hand to her face and rubs at her temples, weary, "Maybe a little of both. Not sure yet if I'm gonna stay in New York or wave into the California bar. We'll see."
Damen nods, "Well. I'll miss you."
Yosannah chuckles, "Damen, I'm not leaving forever for Christ's sake."
Damen smiles, "But for some reason I am getting the feeling we won't be crossing paths as much." He shrugs, "Just a feeling."
Yosannah leans foward and crosses her arms atop the table, "Yeah, I'll miss all the time we've been spending together lately too." She nods, a sarcastic smirk playing on her lips.
Damen chuckles, but makes no comment on that.