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Niemands...
At your table, Calder smiles at Recuisa. "By bonds, aye. Can't get her out of my life you know." He winks.
At your table, Yosannah smiles at their jibing of one another.
At your table, Recusia says "I was even considering thrice, just the other day. But then, I saw myself with a copy of your family tree and a magic marker. Making 'X's through your level. Said to myself 'Self,' I said, 'don't hump the same branch forever.'"
At your table, Yosannah lets out a chuckle, in a single breath. She shakes her head as she reaches for her glass.
At your table, Recusia asides, "Not my fault his mother has good genes."
At your table, Yosannah says "I'm not entirely sure what that means, but I'll let that one be."
At your table, Recusia says "She produces genuinely interesting offspring."
At your table, Jamal gets himself another glass of juice. He sighs.
At your table, Calder laughs. "Not sure which mother you mean but thank you, m'dear."
At your table, Recusia says "I'm equally tempted by both sides, I admit, but I think I've firmly established that marriage to a Lorgrim would result in a cataclysmic explosion of some sort. Just on paper, mind you."
At your table, Yosannah regards the two as they converse. Their conversation a bit lost on her - no matter. She seems satisfied with the drink in her hands.
At your table, Yosannah regards the reclusive and silent Smith for a very short moment before motioning for a refill of her drink.
At your table, Yosannah asks, "When will the decision be made, Calder. Soon I would hope."
At your table, Calder says "Yes I think so."
At your table, Recusia says "How's Tinuviel? Still in seclusion?"
At your table, Calder says "Busy with Ministry things. She's been around. I think work is good for her."
At your table, Calder says "Unfortunately she's been a widow before so she knows it will pass but it still hurts."
At your table, Yosannah nod and purses her lips together in a surprised smile. She begins to pat down her pockets. "Hmmm. I was wondering if..." She 'darns' softly to herself and then mutters, "out of paper." She glaces at Calder, nodding still, "Don't suppose you'd be willing to autograph this napkin for me?" She reaches for a napkin and holds it up.
At your table, Recusia says "I'm on a widow tour, myself. Sharing my experiences with the more recently-bereaved."
At your table, Jamal watches the exchange with Yosannah and Calder.
At your table, Smith might have smiled at Yosannah's comment, just maybe...or not.
At your table, Yosannah nods again, reaching into her jacket pocket, she retrieves a sharpie felt tip pen (tm).
At your table, Calder looks at Yosannah a bit amused. "What magic can you do with a singature?"
At your table, Recusia says "Forge writs, I should think."
At your table, Calder says "Besides, I'm fae. It's not my name only my sign."
At your table, Yosannah says "Nothing. I'm thinking, if you become the next king, I'll frame it and hang it in my Inn. Say that I know the King of Chaos." She is still nodding, no doubt that she is serious. She slides the napkin and the felt tip down the bar."
At your table, Yosannah instructs, "If you don't mind, say something like... to my good friend, Yo..."
At your table, Recusia says "Do you collect those? You have Merlin's, doubtless. I could get you Jenner's, likely."
At your table, Jamal looks at Calder like he's some sort of celeb.
At your table, Although you can't see his eyes, it seems that Mr. Smith regards everyone as unimportant.
At your table, Yosannah nods at Recusio now. "Probably. Somewhere." She nods, "Jenner?"
At your table, Recusia says "Jenner's an ex-, like Merlin."
At your table, Yosannah nods, "Right, I knew that, of course."
At your table, Calder laughs a bit and takes the pen and napkin. He seems to be thinking but really he's conjuring and in a moment the napkin turns in to a nice piece of vellum.
At your table, Recusia shrugs. "I had a feeling the ranks were full of younger candidates."
At your table, Yosannah smiles at Recusia but notes as her napkin turns to Vellum, "Great, I'll hang it right next Corey's. My own X-monarch collection."
At your table, Recusia says "Do they keep well in jars? Or is freeze-drying better?"
At your table, Yosannah adds, as Calder fusses with the napkin/vellum "You realize, now nobody will take me seriously when I say that I got your autograph in a bar."
At your table, Calder writes "For Yo, because she asked so nicely," and signs 'C Jesby' then presses his seal on the vellum which makes a lovely indentation. "The seal will prove it, you see."
At your table, Yosannah glances down at the finished product. "Naturally."
As Yo looks at the vellum, the Jesby seal fills in with lapis and gold. Very official.
At your table, Yosannah mutters, "Sweet," a word which probably has never escaped her lips before.
At your table, Recusia says "I'll catch you later, Your Impending Majesty. Give my love to Merry, and Morgan if you should see her. Take care, Yosannah. Jamal. Sir."
At your table, Calder looks over and grins. "Okay I will. You take care too."
At your table, Smith nods to Recusia, "Take care."
At your table, Recusia nods. "I do, despite what the papers say." She winks. Recusia stands and leaves the bar, which slithers around.
At your table, Yosannah slides down to Calder as Recusia departs. She smiles at the lady as she takes her leave, but quickly turns her attention to the newly constructed, authentic, autograph from the would be King.
Recusia directs tendrils in a rectangular form, stepping through to a place entirely of rainbow-tinged white light.
At your table, Yosannah leans over the bar, arms crossed before her as she regards the item. She tilts her head up, green eyes smiling at Calder, "Do I get a refund if things don't work out for you?"
At your table, Calder chuckles. "I will absolutely take back the nice things I said, sure."
At your table, Yosannah chuckles at this, "Well, feel free to keep my sharpie. As payment." She smiles, the 'gag' now over, apparentl,y as she shakes her head and finishes off the rest of her wine.
At your table, Calder says "You really got an inn?"
At your table, Yosannah nods, sliding the autograph in front of her. She looks down at it and nods, "Yeah. A little place. In a little shadow. In any event, I'm off for now gentleman." To Calder, "Thank you for the token." She holds up the autograph. "And good luck with things."
At your table, Smith says "Good bye Yo."
At your table, Calder says "Serpent bless."
Yosannah fishes around in her jacket pocket for a moment... finally recovering a small tarot...
Despil's Chambers - Sawall...
Despil squeezes Yo's hand as she comes through his trump.
Yosannah blinks a few times, allowing her eyes to adjust to the lighting, "Why hello there."
Despil smiles. "And hello to you. Are you desiring for a drink?"
Yosannah slides her arms out of her suede jacket. She tosses it over an arm of the couch, "Reisling, if you have it."
Despil goes to his cabinet. He searches. "Ah. Critique of Pure Reisling." He pulls it out and starts opening it, singing, "Don't laugh -- at my jokes too much..."
Yosannah rubs at her neckline, smiling at him all the while as he sings, "What are you doing?"
Despil stops. The cork pops out. He turns. "I'm pouring wine."
Yosannah nods, serious like, "Of course you are." And then, "Oh, by the way, about yesterday. In the Kitchen... sorry you got dragged into that."
Despil shrugs and smiles. "My pleasure."
Yosannah raises a brow, "Your pleasure?" She is mildly surprised.
Despil nods and says, "I haven't had the chance to rough up ruffians in quite some time." He hands you a glass, and clinks his against yours.
"Thank you." She sips at the wine, "We can always go back when you're in need of a thrill."
Despil laughs and says, "I don't look for trouble, but sometimes it's nice when it finds me."
Yosannah opens her mouth as if to comment but, apparently, thinks better of it. "Unfortunately, I didn't get a chance to do what I set out to do that night..." under her breath, "... damn Smith." She drinks deeply of her wine.
Despil says "Find Mariko?"
Yosannah nods, "Though 'finding' her isn't exactly that much of a big deal... it's trying to actual converse with her. She's gone a little of the deep end." She makes a twirling motion with her index finger near her temple to demonstrate."
Despil says "This is Mariko's daughter, however?"
Yosannah nods, conversation turning more serious, "I believe so. I couldn't say for certain what's going on, but that's my guess."
Despil nods back and drinks. He tops off your glass. He says, "Just trying to keep things straight."
Yosannah chuckles lightly, leaning up against a wall, "I'm not sure things are straight yet, at least as far as the Mariko situation is concerned." She nods, "I'm surprised Calis hasn't called on us to help him deal with the situation." Noting, for your benefit, "Calis is a member of the same club that you are now a member of. In the event that you were not aware of that... now you are."
Despil nods and says, "I've heard the name, but that's all."
Yosannah offers, "Not a bad guy. Reminds me a lot of Ryker. Bit weathered."
Despil smiles and nods. "I look forward to meeting him."
"Of course you do." She smirks, "Is there anybody you aren't looking forward to meeting? You're such a pleasant man - I don't know if I can take it."
Despil laughs. "I'm Will Rodgers's likable brother."
Yosannah lifts her glass to her lips, smiling behind it, "Mmm." She takes another deep drink.
Despil drinks too. He says, "Who is Smith?"
Yosannah swirls the liquid in her glass, "Information on Smith - free of charge." She looks about the room as she speaks, "Mr. Smith is the happy proprietor of a quaint little fish shop in Dover. Naturally, the fish shop is really just a front for, get this," she pauses for dramatic effect, "an arms shop."
Despil gasps. "Shock, horror!"
Yosannah adds, "And highly original." She nods, "He's also got some sort of tift going on with Riva, but then again, who doesn't." She shrugs, "Fairly harmless, gun for sale, kind of guy. How he became interested in Mariko and or her daughter, Kitsune, I don't know."
Despil says "And not a bad shot, either."
Yosannah nods, "You noticed that as well." She shrugs, "Lacks finesse however."
Despil taps the temple of his head. "I'm clever that way." He says, "I noticed that as well. Gave away a lot."
Yosannah is interested, "What was your read on him?"
Despil says "I don't know why he wants to know so much about Mariko, but he didn't take the bait I left him."
Yosannah nods, "That you were her mentor for a time?" She raises a brow, "Not everyone is as witty as you and I, Despil. It's really an artform that very few people have." She chuckles, playfully.
Despil nods and says, "I know, which is why I enjoy your company more than most people's."
Yosannah's chuckle fades as she waves at him dismissivily, "You make me blush with your flattery." She smiles.
Despil shrugs and pours more wine. He says, "If it's flattery, then my only defense is that it's true."
Yosannah sips at her wine, smiling as she does, "And they say that the truth is an absolute defense to most things." She chuckles softly, "As if -they- know what -they- are talking about."
Despil laughs and nods. "They do sometimes."