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July 10, 2003 |
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Niemands...
Calder grabs the box out of the air. "A present? For me? Aw you didn't have to." He looks at it.
Yosannah urges, "Well, open it already."
Inside the box is a silver seal, shaped to look like that of Jesby's. It's clearly meant to be pinned on clothing. Roland says, "I'd rather you didn't get killed until after this whole mess is over. I like your wife."
Roland comments, "That should help."
Calder takes out the seal. "And what does it do?" He asks curiously. "And I'm sure she'd rather I didn't get killed too. I have this perverse idea she likes me."
Yosannah looks over her shoulder at Roland and then back to the pin in Calder's hand, "It's lovely."
Roland says "Don't let anyone you like touch you with the logrus when you wear it. I want it back after the coronation."
Calder hmms and grins. "And I imagine I shouldn't touch it with my own logrus."
Yosannah laughs at something about the conversation, shakes her head and simply tilts her head back for another gulp of her wine.
Roland says "Unless you're worried I'd give that to you just to make you feel safe and then let somone kill you. But I didn't do that." He turns and moves to walk out of the bar, then.
Yosannah looks over her shoulder again and watches as the man leaves the bar.
Calder says "Thank you, Roland. Much appreciated."
Roland says "Just try to keep from breaking blades trying to drive this place any deeper down."
Roland leaves through the only door.
Calder says "Hopeful fellow."
At your table, Yosannah nods in response, "The real question is: How hopeful are you, Calder? Is this gonna happen for you?"
At your table, Calder mmms. "I don't think people are going to listen to the Church. So I suppose so."
At your table, Yosannah inclines her head to the man, "Really?" She seems surprised, "Interesting."
At your table, Calder says "I know you are heavily involved there but that's what I'm hearing."
At your table, Yosannah glances at him sidelong as a smile plays on her lips, "What makes you say that?"
At your table, Calder smiles. "Which part?"
At your table, Yosannah says "My involvement with the Church. I'm not so involved as one might think."
At your table, Calder says "Well you were one of the Horsemen. Who suddenly turned into Saints. Odd that."
At your table, Yosannah turns now more fully to face him. Her expression flat, "Where'd you hear that?"
At your table, Calder says "Um. Powers I don't know. Mat maybe? Bar talk about Ada trying to cure you and letting all of this lose on us? Or maybe it is the Serpent punisheing the Church. The other favorite rumor. Now it's supposedly all Arion or something."
At your table, Yosannah says "People should do less talking and more..." She furrows her brow and pauses for a moment of reflection, "Arion?"
At your table, Calder says "You don't think people aren't gossiping about all of this do you? This is Chaos. He's the current candidate. If all four of those whatevers are in a single person."
At your table, Yosannah makes a backwards paddling motion with her hands, "No, wait. Arion? Who the hell is Arion?" She is insistant.
At your table, Calder says "Um. Ada-Shazanndra's brother? Necromancer."
At your table, Yosannah slumps just a bit, laces her fingers and sets them on the bar. She glares at her glass, "Sonuvabitch."
At your table, Calder says "What's up?"
At your table, Yosannah shakes her head at Calder, "No." She regards him, studying his facial expressions, "Nice try. Chaos might gossip, but I don't."
At your table, Calder says "There won't be any affects of these guys in my House. But I'm concerned about what's going on with Chaos at large and it's not pretty."
At your table, Yosannah nods in agreement. "No. It's not pretty, is it." She finishes off her wine and pushes the empty glass toward the bartender. She fishes a hand into her pocket.
At your table, Calder watches you. "But it's not your world, hmm?"
At your table, Yosannah's tenor is flat, "As a matter of fact, it's not." And then, as if an afterthought, "Does that make a difference, 'friend'?"
At your table, Calder smiles. "No. I'm the activist type though. Do-gooder. If you know things that could help, I'm sure it would be appreciate. I'm not blaming you for having been possessed if that's what you think."
At your table, Yosannah lets out a laugh, a single breath of air, "Possessed? Is that what -you- think? Heh." She fishes through a few cards, "It'll stop when they've finished what they set out to do. Whether blame is appointed or not." She settles on a tarot and returns the others to her pocket.
At your table, Calder just nods with a smile. "Didn't mean to upset you. Good turnings, Yo."
At your table, Yosannah shakes her head, matter of factly, "Not at all. You've been a great help, actually." She lifts the card eye-level, but glances at him over its edge, "Good luck, would be King. Remember the little people."
At your table, Calder smiles. "Always.