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February 16, 2004 | |
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Niemands...
Crimson is standing not too far from the door, looking upward.
Yosannah halts abruptly as she enters the bar in an effort not to step into Crimson. A pace behind him she looks upward as well. "What are we looking at."
Crimson grins and points up, "We're under water. I love the under water ones."
Yosannah's gaze lingers heaven-ward. "Yeah. Well." Her tone is indifferent and her lips purse lightly. "You gonna stand here or are we gonna share a drink." The question is almost rhetorical.
Crimson shrugs, still looking up, "Pick a table. I'll follow."
Yosannah meanders toward a table in the shadows. Arms now crossed over her chest.
Crimson follows not too far behind Yosannah. En route he turns his head to look toward Eve and Nikirez with a lifted brow.
Yosannah lifts a chin in Nikirez's direction as she converses quietly with Crimson.
Yosannah says "That's Jurt's boy, apparently."
Crimson glances over at him, "Really?"
Nikirez seems pretty well absorbed with Eve.
Yosannah nods and tucks a strand of hair behind her ears. "Yeah. The three of us shared a beer a couple weeks back." And then, "The lady with him. I don't know her, however."
Crimson looks back to Yosannah, "Yvette. One of mine by oath."
Yosannah offers him a smile, "Ah. Well, she's in fair enough hands. He's much more well behaved then his father. What are we drinking."
Crimson says "Fair enough hands? He's been abusing her. Not like hitting her or anything, but mental abuse. Don't matter, I'll just have a beer."
Crimson adds, "He even imprisoned her somewhere. Had I not trumped her she might still be there."
Yosannah raises a brow, "Really? Hu." She motions for a server. Waits a moment for his arrival and then places an order, holding up two fingers to indicate that she would like one beer for each of them. "Shows what I know I guess."
Crimson shrugs, "I'm Baron Cragvale, not a babysitter. If she wants me to do something about it I will. Until then... her choices are her own."
Two beers are delivered to Crimson and Yosannah's table.
Yosannah twists the cap off her bottle. "You're indifferences surprises me."
Crimson lifts a brow as he twists off his own cap, "How so?"
Yosannah lifts the bottles to her lips and tilts her head back, taking in a gulp, "I dunno, I see to recall a time when you'd have rushed over there and..." Her voice trails off and her shoulders shrug
Crimson smiles, almost sweetly, "As the Chaos from which I spawned... so must I change." He takes a few gulps of his own.
Yosannah sets her bottle atop the table and cups it between her hands, "Pish posh."
Crimson grins, "Yeah, that did sound like the intro to a soap opera didn't it?"
Yosannah's gaze falls to her bottle, light smile on her lips, "You couldah done worse." And then, "What's up with your old man. I thought for certain that he'd make a push for the throne. Instead you have that yah hoo running the show."
Crimson shakes his head slightly, "I thought he'd push harder too. Thing is he's pissed off just about all of Chaos and Amber and just about everyone in between. No one likes him save a select few." He lights a cigarette, "I thought Chaos would be smarter than to put a Jesby on the throne though. I mean, c'mon... he's gotta be someone stooge to have gotten up there."
Yosannah says "Then how'd he get there." She leans in, elbows resting atop the table now, "I mean, I haven't heard a single person with a nice thing to say about the man."
Crimson says "He's an alright guy, really. I just don't think he should be king. He's there because someone put him there. Someone with power who didn't want the spotlight. Someone who's running the show from the shadows via his stooge."
Yosannah shrugs, "Exactly. Alright guys don't always make for the best leaders, eh. So, okay. Whose stooge is he then."
Crimson says "My guess would be someone on the Council or someone very close to it."
Yosannah says "Well, that's rather ambiguous."
Crimson says "Whomever it may be is good at keeping themselves unknown. You can only dig so deep before someone notices your digging."
Yosannah traces a finger around the rim of her bottle, "I suppose so. Hmmm. So, hey, what's going on with you. You married yet."
Nikirez offers Eve a clawed hand, palm up.
Crimson says "I've been married for quite awhile. Though that's not going so well these days."
Yosannah exhales, "I suspect I should have known you were. But what's going on. Why aren't things going well."
Eve hesitates before touching the demon's hand with her own.
Yosannah slides her gaze toward Eve and Nikirez for a short glance.
Crimson says "The classic..." He pauses to glance at Eve, "We've grown apart thing. She's gone and done her thing. I've gone and done mine. I made the mistake of putting orders before family."
Nikirez lifts Eve's hand, sniffint at it before placing a snouted kiss upon the back of it.
Crimson glances toward Nikirez and Eve. Eve gets a questioning look.
Yosannah lets he cheeks billow as she sighs. "You know. Maybe if you could just figure out a way to hold true to one another, despite your varied paths." She shrugs, "I dunno. Maybe you're making it more difficult then it really is."
Crimson considers his beer bottle, "I love her. I always will. But I won't make her remain with me if that's not what she wants."
Yosannah says "And what about what you want." She tilts her head, regarding him with an upward gaze, "Doesn't that count for anything?"
Crimson shrugs, "I've caused her pain and heartache. If she's had enough of it I won't make her edure any more."
Nikirez stands and leaves the corner table with the shoggoth.
Yosannah nods, silent. She collects her beer once again and takes a swig, letting her eyes drift about the room. "Maybe we should change the discussion?"
Crimson says "What's your opinion on Magnus?"
Yosannah pauses mid-sip and lets a chuckle escape her lips - a single short exhileration of breath, "Magnus." She practically spats the word, "I dunno, Crim. You tell me. I suspect you have a pretty good idea otherwise you wouldn't have asked."
Crimson says "See, I've been questioning my faith here lately. Eh, well, not so much my faith I guess... but the church in general." He looks up, "Are you still one of the four riders?"
Yosannah nods. Just once. No comments are forthcoming.
Nikirez leaves through the only door.
Eve watches Nikirez go. She doesn't try to stop him. But she doesn't look angry, just confused.
Crimson says "We are to believe you are saints. Created by the serpent to force chaosians to grow and change. That's what I'm wrestling with more than anything. One of the others said that it's true to an extent."
Yosannah inhales and regards him for a long moment, "Does it matter if it is true or not. Really."
Crimson considers that for a moment, "Magnus worries me. I have a feeling he's about to do something stupid. I'm trying to decide if I should stick with the church to see what he does, possibly prevent it... or if I should leave the church and go in a different direction. Lately, it seems, the debate has been about the horsemen."
Yosannah listens. Nodding on occasion. "Well, put is this way, Crimson. Let's imagine, for argument's sake, that I am the thing. That I am a Saint. Does your belief, or lack thereof, change the truth of the matter? Will your resolve one way or the other effect the consequences of what is. Magnus would have you all believe, but to what end? Would your belief somehow make my existance more legit? I suspect not. Your belief only serves one purpose. And it has nothing to do with me."
Crimson says "You're absolutely right. My belief has no bearing on anything but my own soul. I guess what I'm trying to do is figure out what side I want others to believe I'm on."
Yosannah notes, "Well, should it matter to you, I can offer you this. While in one breath Magnus preaches his dogma, in another he sends his servants to systematically do away with us." She regards him, cooly, "But perhaps you know this. Perhaps you are one of the ones he has sent." A light smile forms at her lips, warm, "But, in the event you were not aware, it's only fitting that you know if it helps aid you in your decision."
Crimson smirks, "Nein, have not been sent to dispatch you... or the others. I wouldn't do that anyhow. Would sever my oath first." He tips his bottle up and swollows before finishing, "At this point in time I'd rather be affiliated with the horsemen than the church. The four of you could careless, I'm sure. But still..."
Yosannah smiles. She slides a hand across the table, reaching for his if he will allow, "The creature that manifests through me may not care. I don't think they emote feelings in the same way you and I do. But, to be sure, I care, Crimson."
Crimson's hand is easily taken. He reciprocates the smile, "If you need me for anything all you have to do is let me know. You or the creature."
Yosannah says "Much appreciated." She gives his hand a gentle squeeze, her fingers cool, before retracting her own hand, "But on that note. I should be off. There are some difficulties in Begma that concern Ryker. I would like to go and make sure he has things in hand. I don't suppose you've heard anything from that end of shadow."
Crimson says "Rumors, mostly. Tell Ryker that if he needs any help to let me know. I may not be able to offer assistance from Cragvale... but I can offer my personal assistance."
Yosannah nods, "Sure." She begins to rise but pauses and adds, "And Magnus, it might be best if he didn't know of our conversation."
Crimson grins slyly, "What conversation?"
Yosannah smiles and moves away from their table, "Thanks, Crimson. Have a good night."