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February 11, 2004 | |
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Niemand's...
Yosannah looks after Puck as he makes ready to go. It is at this moment that she notices Scott's arrival.
Scott nods to Rhiannon. Eyes Yosannah for a moment, then walks towards a table.
Yosannah stands before Rhiannon's table, not yet seated though she seems as if she might just be joining the woman. She is intent on Scott as he approaches.
Puck scratches the nape of his scrawny neck, eyes glued to his scuffed feet, "Oh, that's very kind of you and all, but I really shouldn't." The boy mumbles, adding more brightly, "Thank you though!"
Rhiannon nods "As you wish. Cya, then. Take care."
Puck instinctively clutches his shiny schoolboy satchel and backs up towards the door. His wide brown eyes watch the few gathered people warily, but to Rhiannon he nods, "Enjoy you ice cream ma'am."
Rhiannon smiles "Cya."
Scott says to Rhiannon. "I've been better."
Rhiannon arches a brow "How come?"
Scott says "I'd rather not talk about it."
Yosannah's gaze remains intent on Scott, she stands beside Rhiannon. Apparently interested in Scott's reply.
Rhiannon shrugs "Fine by me." she smiles "How about you Yo?"
Yosannah smiles at the woman now, "Good." She asks of Rhiannon, "Perhaps we should invite Scott to join us." To Scott, "How 'bout it, Scott."
Rhiannon looks at Scott "Sure!"
Scott nods. "Alright." He rises from his seat and walks over. Sits down.
Rhiannon sits and eats her cream waiting for others to begin.
Yosannah leans in to Rhiannon, smile playing on her lips, "Did you know," she asks the woman, "That Scott and I are fairly close?"
Rhiannon shrugs "Me? I don't know anything." She grins.
Yosannah nods, "We are. It's true." She insists, "Just ask him."
Scott raises a brow. "Since when?"
Rhiannon looks at Scott.
Yosannah regard Scott for a long moment, serious. "Since when? Oh. That's right. Apparently we're not." She shrugs, "As evidenced by the fact that you tried to drop kick me into oblivion the other day."
Scott sighs, "I didn't try to dropkick you. I tried to dropkick that thing inside you. And yeah, I guess we are close."
Rhiannon leans back and listens, eating her icecream
Yosannah is obviously irritated. She talks with her hands, "I hate to break this to you Scott. But there's two of us in here. That thing is as much a part of me as ... awe hell."
Scott rises from his seat and grabs Yo's hand. "Wait.." He sighs, "Maybe I was a bit hasty. Okay, I was a jerk, I know that, but it's just that..well...I hate the idea of her in you, is all." He shrugs.
Rhiannon blinks but says nothing...well except "Should have ordered pop corn."
Yosannah lowers her gaze to where Scott's hand is clasped over her own. "What I hate is the fact that you think that you have any say in the matter. This is my life." And then, "And considering you know what I am, you probably don't wanna be touching me Scott."
Scott releases her hand. "I'm sorry." He sits back down.
Rhiannon's jaw flops, eyes wide. She's shocked.
Yosannah raps her index finger atop the table, her gaze remains there and she exhales. "Yeah." A pauses, "You know, you killed one of my pets."
Rhiannon shakes her head, absently and puts a mouthful of cream in her mouth. She blinks at Yo"I did?"
Yosannah shakes her head, "No. Scott did."
Scott leans back in his chair and simply stares at the tabletop. "I'll help you find another one."
Yosannah regards him now, "S'allright. I'll get another trained." She scratches at her jawline, "You know, Scott. There's a lot of folks here in Chaos that think they know what we're all about. The truth of the matter is, I don't even think we know what this is all about, if you take my meaning. And we have too many other assholes to deal with. Take Spade for instance. You, on the other hand, are not someone I expect we would have to deal with."
Scott says "Look, I was supposed to try and stop all of you, but it's not worth it. Too much hassle on my part. I got my own problems."
Rhiannon gets out of the shock enough to grin distantly. Then lets it fade and looks from one to another.
Yosannah says "Stop us." A crease forms, knotting at her brow, "What do you mean."
Rhiannon slips a finger over her neck?
Scott waves a hand. "That's not important. Not anymore."
Yosannah looks to Rhiannon and regard her gesture. Attention quickly goes back to Scott as she waits his reply. "Of course it is. What are you talking about, it's not important?"
Scott says "LIke I said, it's not important. Just know that I won't be on your back anymore and let it go."
Yosannah immediately returns her attention back to Scott. She seems to mutter under her breath."You know I can't do that."
Scott says "You have to, because that's all you'll get out of me."
Rhiannon says "Tell me something, Yo?"
Yosannah's attention remains on Scott but she wonder of Rhiannon, "Hmm."
Rhiannon smiles "What's the relationship of four of you and everything else? Chaos, church...?"
Yosannah's jaw works for a long moment. Contemplative as she considers Scott. Resigned, she turns to Rhiannon, "You know what. I could give you my best guesses. And they wouldn't be any better then what you think you know."
Scott murmurs, "Excuse me." He rises from his seat and heads towards the bar.
Rhiannon sighs "Sucks." she hmmms "Well, I oughta go, I really need a rest." she does her best to get up.
Yosannah's gaze follows after Scott. Void of emotion.
"Here, lemme help you." Yosannah stands and reaches to help the lady.
Rhiannon smiles "THanks." she slips out the trump "You take care, Yo. I promise I'll find you soon to talk some more."
Yosannah nods at Rhiannon and smiles in return, "Be well, Lady."
Later while on the beach at Vrokk, a trump call...
To the image of Ryker, Yosannah says "Yes, Ryker."
The image of Ryker appears, but it's War's red eyes that smile at you. "To satisfy your curiosity, I can tell you what Scott would not admit."
To the image of Ryker, Yosannah's gaze narrows for a moment. Then, in realization, she nods, "Please do."
The image of Ryker's generous lips are smug a time, a few seconds waited before he explains, "Magnus instructed Scott to destroy us. Not capture, destroy." He doesn't looked worried about this.
To the image of Ryker, Yosannah nods. Obviously more disappointed then concerned herself, "He confessed this to you then."
The image of Ryker mms. "More or less. We got it out of him. Apparantly, Ryker mentored him. We were able to use that against him." His expression grows amused.
To the image of Ryker, Yosannah wets her lips and exhales, "I see." And then, though she knows whose eyes gaze at her thought the contact, "I'm tired, Ryker. Tired of fighting off idiots like Scott. Tired of feeling like I'm having to do it alone."
The image of Ryker waves a hand. "You are not alone, and you know it. Don't become despondant on us now. The future is bloody but bright. Big things for us. Before long we will have a place of our ownn, strong and safe."
To the image of Ryker, Yosannah runs a hand over her hair and nods, "Okay." Her tone is matter of fact. "I have to go. Scott robbed me of one of my watchdogs and now I need to make some arrangements. Thanks for the information."
The image of Ryker gifts you with a too generous smile. "Welcome. Until anon."
To the image of Ryker, Yosannah nods. She begins to withdraw the contact and his image fades.
Yosannah drops to her knees, hands falling between her legs. She sighs, gaze going out over the emerald sea...