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December 4, 2003

Gideon Club - Study...

Killjoy leans on the bar, from behind it. He reaches across, to get the club soda he left on the other side. "Hey, Yosannah."

Ryker retorts to Killjoy, "Maybe in your eyes."

Killjoy shrugs. "Physically."

Nash is also behind the bar, swigging beer time to time. A few unopened bottles of Corona set out.

Yosannah is sliding her arms out of her p-coat as she enters the study, cheeks a little rosy from winter cold, "Hey," she offers Killjoy in nod. She glances about the room, noting the others. "Where's Brandon?"

Nash nods slightly to Yosannah, then says to Ryker. "I'm prepared to put you back the way you were if insist upon it."

Ryker suggests to Killjoy and Nash, maybe helpfully, over Yosannah's question, "Why don't you give those two trumps back to ... uh, Killjoy, was it. And I'll give him two more."

Ryker states, "Problem solved. Gideon style."

Killjoy raises an eyebrow. "I need them copied. I'm assuming your offering two more of the same?"

Ryker answers Killjoy, drying, "Only if you've any intelligence." He reaches into a pocket.

Killjoy tilts his head over. "Only when I'm payed to."

Killjoy says "So what, precisely, are you paying me to do?"

Yosannah looks between the two, men, blinks. Her gaze falls to Nash as her question has not been answered, "heh hmm."

Nash tells Yosannah, "No idea." and to Ryker, "Try to be halfway civil."

Yosannah nods at Nash and tosses her jacket over a bar stool. "Oh," she shrugs, conceding the issue.

Ryker's dark brows knit slightly. Echoes, "Only when you're paid to? And what, the rest of the time you're a blithering idiot who can't tell a hole from an inkspot?" A deep grunt. "You sound perfect for Riva." He informs Nash, "I don't need to."

Yosannah offers, absent-mindedly, "Riva will take anybody. She's like that kid in the Life cereal commercial." To Killjoy, "Ever see that kid?"

Nash says "One may not need to, but one ought to." and to Yosannah, "That goes for you too."

Ryker slaps two cards down on the bar, then turns to walk away, heading for the other side of the room.

Killjoy furrows his brow. "You've a big chip on your shopulder, mate. I'm in a good mood. I'll explain, in short words, so you can follow me. I don't work for Riva. I work for Stone. I work for myself. I get paid to kill. I think for myself. Thinking for an employer is extra."

Yosannah points a finger into her own chest, "Hey, I'm Miss friggin congeniality."

Killjoy picks up the cards, and looks at them. He looks at Yosannah. "What kid?"

Yosannah attempts to peer over Killjoy's shoulder to regard the trumps, offering, "Mikey. You know, from the comercial..." She nods, insistantly.

Nash glances at Killjoy, "They good?" one hand dipping into his pocket, "Clearly I came to the wrong conclusion as to who to ask advice of."

Ryker leans on a wall across the room, arms crossing over his chest. States, "It's not a chip. It's a personality. I'll try small words too: I said perfect for Riva. Not that you worked for her. However, she's hired you, and in most intelligent communities, that means ...works ... for ... but hey, maybe you come from a simple shadow, and that's not your fault."

Killjoy nods. "I'm currently on a job for her. I'm guessing you used whateve means you used to get here, to spy on us, as I said that before you arrived. It's what we call a test, in my shadow."

Nash looks towards Ryker, a frown gathering on his brow. "That's a nasty habit you got there. You should see someone about it."

Killjoy says "Which, by the way, at least the entrance to this club is in."

Ryker smiles without mirth. "I think of it as listening, not spying. It takes about the same amount of effort for me."

Killjoy nods. "Whatever."

Ryker tell Nash, "It's only nasty on your end."

Yosannah rolls her eyes upward, indifferent it would seem.

Nash offer Killjoy his cards back, "Keep them seperate. Keep the ones you were given first," and to Ryker, "Scordus did it better."

Killjoy nods to Nash. "You bet."

Ryker takes his turn at indifference, shrugging in reply to Nash.

Ryker steps off the wall. "If you had changed your mind then, Nash, I'll be on my way."

Nash takes a large swig of his beer and says, "I believe now may be the time to leave my post as a priest."

Killjoy raises an eyebrow. "Why, praytell, did you just give me two trumps? Not that I mind."

Yosannah offers, having seen the images, "You're taking trumps of Stone in payment? Hell, they're like hotcakes on a Sunday morning, you can't get em anwhere..."

Killjoy shrugs. "Don't worry about it."

Ryker attempts, adding, "But just incase: Everyone should leave that Church."

Ryker doesn't answer Killjoy.

Yosannah is seemingly interested in Ryker's comment now.

Nash says "Consequences."

Killjoy looks at Ryker. "At least we agree on the Chaosian church."

Riva taps on the door and peeks in in her usual fashion.

Killjoy looks up. "Hey, Riva."

Yosannah lifts her chin in Riva's direction.

Nash is looking at Ryker and makes no greeting.

Killjoy says "I've got your copies."

Riva says "Hey, Killjoy, Nash, Yosannah, Ryker." she frowns, "No Stone though." she blinks and slips fully in, "Yeah? Thanks. I'm not intruding in a private meeting or anything?"

Ryker doesn't glance at the knocking. "The only potential consequence is Magnus's disapproval. And that is nothing to fear." He pauses, generous lips twisting. "Well, not for me. For you... hmmm."

Ryker has to consider the question a moment.

Nash says "Not for me. For those he knows I give a damn about."

Killjoy shakes his head, and offers Riva two cards.

Riva takes the cards with muttered thanks.

Yosannah crosses an arm over her chest and scratches at the opposite shoulder. She regards Ryker for a long moment.

Ryker ahs then, remebering. "Elektra. She's busy there, isn't she."

Killjoy says "Isn't that the one I shot?"

Ryker's squint shifts over to Killjoy.

Yosannah nods, "Yes, what about her."

Ryker's left hand comes up, scratching hard at the back of his neck.

Nash nods slightly to Killjoy and says to Ryker, "More. I suppose I shall just try to make my exit as dicreet as possible to alleviate any sense of attack he may have from it."

Killjoy sips his club soda. "Or, alternatively, we could kill him."

Riva hrrms and notes to Nash, "I'm incliend to agree with Ryker. Even if it wasn't the case, he seems to have bigger fish to fry."

Nash tells Killjoy, "No." firmly.

Ryker grunts a faint agreement, then asks of Killjoy, "Out of curiosity, did Elektra shoot you back?"

Yosannah smirks, "Bigger fish. Bigger fish then what? Us?" She heh's, "Right now, who knows."

Killjoy shrugs. "Just exploring all the options, Nash." To Ryker, "No, she didn't."

Nash says "It was a matter between Elektra and Killjoy that was settled, Ryker."

Riva looks to Yosannah, "He won't succeed so it's a moot point."

"It's not a moot point. You're not the issue, so that's easy for you to say."

Riva frowns and crosses her arms, "Point."

There is a faint shower of sparkles behind Ryker's neck, very small, the size of a ball bearing. In his hand, so maybe someone behind him would notice it. By the time they did, really though, so does everyone else, as he whips it forward at Killjoy.

Nash moves, aiming to bump Killjoy out of the way and be where he was.

Yosannah steps sideways, distancing herself from Killjoy.

A small red splot appears on Nash's chest, dark as blood.

Killjoy was already dodging, under the throw, reaching back for a bottle from the bar, swinging it forward, in a throw at Ryker's head.

Riva pulls a strange custom gun from a holster at the small of her back.

Nash looks down at his chest, bringing a hand to feel the splot.

Ryker doesn't move, his right hand snatching up to catch the bottle Killjoy heaves at him.

Yosannah urges, "Enough, this isn't going to happen in here." She directs this at no one in particular.

Killjoy stops. "You looked thirsty. Nash, you ok?"

Riva looks around, gun in hand at her side as she watches.

Yosannah moves nearer Nash, offering Ryker a sidelong glance.

She intones softly in Ryker mind, "It might be time for you to leave Ryker."

Killjoy says "Ah."

Riva sulks, "Damnit." she slips her gun back into it's holster.

Ryker declares, eyes hard on Killjoy, "Touch Elektra again, /Jamie/, and it wont be paint, and I assure you Nash wont be there to step in the way."

Nash quirks a smile and moves his stained fingers to Killjoy's face, apparantly intent on drawing a couple of war lines on a cheekbone. "But I would come for you afterwards, Ryker, so perhaps it is best all around we keep clear heads."

Killjoy looks at Ryker. "Old son, we already worked it out. Threaten me if you want, or kill me, since you're fast enough. But I don't back down. Ever."

Riva says "Oh, grow up Ryker. Elektra does't need a big strong male type to protect her. Serpent on a stick." she exhales in sudden exasperation, "And On that note, I'm off."

Nash nods to Riva, "Serpent Guard."

Ryker's violet and gold squint starts to go a little distant. But still, it slides over everyone but Yosannah. A grunt. "Fool words, every one of them." He moves forward and vanishes, leaving behind a rapidly fading afterimage.

Yosannah's gaze remains on Ryker's afterimage, though she offers to Killjoy, "Kid, I'm gonna ask that you not come here anymore."

Killjoy looks at Yosannah. "I didn't start it. But fine." He comes around the bar, and heads for the door. "Tell Stone he can get a new assassin, I guess."

Nash turns his gaze onto Yosannah, "He didn't start that." and, "Jamie, wait up."

Riva pauses by the door, "Why don't you come with me to the warehouse? we'll stock you up with some goodies...and Ryker's cranky. Everyone just ingores him. Just smile and nod."

Yosannah Shakes her head, "Hold up. I'm gonna talk to Stone, but until I do and he deals with this, it's just best. The servants will be instructed to make sure you're not allowed in." She looks at Nash, "Just for now."

Killjoy nods. "Whatever."

Nash looks to Killjoy, "If you have business, attend to it - but come speak to me soon, okay? Yosannah does not dictate who works for Stone and who does not."

Yosannah agrees, "I don't. But when it comes to matters of this Club, that's a different issue entirely. We'll work it out though."

Riva waits by the door, frowning. She keeps her mouth shut.

Nash picks up a beer bottle, "If he's barred for Ryker's arrogance, I shall depart also."

Killjoy looks back, and nods. "I'm not a kid." And steps out, followed by Riva.

Yosannah raises a brow, "I didn't say that, but your business is your own Nash."

Nash says "Why else is he barred, then?"

Yosannah offers, "Let me answer that this way." She considers and exhales, "Killjoy is not a member of this club. And, as such, I know you can guess what that means."

Nash swigs, "If being a member gives you free reign to be a fucktard to anyone who comes here to to business with Stone, I am pleased not to be a member. I shall also advise Stone how little people are going to want to come here to speak with him if that is the case."

Yosannah nods, "I know, Nash. And you know what Ryker is dealing with. And he doesn't seem to be doing a good job of it right now."

Nash moves around the bar, "I don't see why Jamie should have to pay for that. Especially in front of others."

Yosannah nods, "I know you don't. That's why we're gonna let Stone deal with it. There are rules, even for the members here. And the members need to discuss this, that's all. I'm sure it'll get squared." She nods. And then, "Oh, by the way, it's good to see you like yourself again." She offers a crooked smile.

Nash doesn't smile. "It should have been discussed with Stone /first/."

Yosannah shrugs, "In a perfect world. And this aint that."

Nash turns and stalks towards the door. "Goodbye."

Yosannah offers, "Bye, Nash."

Letter...

S.

FYI, big guy... Jamie Killjoy and R were involved in a minor incident at the club today. Normally, it wouldn't be anything I'd take action on but, R isn't quite himself lately. And seeing as I don't think it my right to ask R to remain out of a Club for which he is a member, I asked Jamie to remain off the premise until you and I had a chance to discuss what occured. I asked the Servants to ensure he does so. In any event, let's talk when you get a chance. I'd like to finish our conversation from the other day anyway.

Y.