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June 15, 2003 |
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Papal Study...
Standing beside a brazier which burns with blue flame, Magnus has his hands dipped into the fires as he sifts through stones which are within the basin. He coughs a couple of times, then withdraws one hand to reach for a goblet to his right.
The sound of light knocking can be heard on the other side of the door along with a soft voice, "Ada...?" The door is pushed open slightly and the woman's head peers inside, "Oh..."
Magnus' head turns to view the stairwell and the one within it. A brief smile forms upon his pale visage, "Serpent's Greetings, my lady. Do come in, though you will find that the Prelate is not present at this time."
Yosannah slides into the room, closing the door softly behind her, "Forgive me, I was hoping to see how she was doing. We were involved in quite an incident together a few days past and," she bites at her lower lip, "I heard she wasn't doing so well, actually." She studies him intently, his cough not lost on her.
"She is doing...better...now, yes. Her brother was able to alleviate some of her symptoms is my understanding." Magnus replies to her in his soft, musical voice. He withdraws his other hand from the blue flames, clasping the goblet with both of his hands as he convulses in another round of coughing.
Yosannah furrows her brow, gaze lingering on the flames, "You're a friend of hers then."
Magnus' head inclines in reply to this, and he says simply, "Yes."
Yosannah's gaze softens as she regards him. As if an after thought she adds, "Oh," holding out her hand, "I'm being rather rude. I am Yosannah."
After taking a sip from his goblet, Magnus sets it down beside the brazier. His robes swish as he steps a bit closer to her, reaching out to accept her hand in his. She can see a red-gold Serpent ring upon one finger, as his thin fingers twine with hers. His touch is cold as death at first, though even a few moments of contact has his skin warming up notably. A pleasant tingle comes with contact with him, almost as if an electrical current was running through a live wire. "I am Magnus, of the Serpent." He says in his soft, musical voice.
Yosannahstarts at the sensation though she is seemingly not troubled by it, "Pleasure. Forgive me for asking, but you don't seem well either?"
Magnus' touch lingers, and the sensation grows more sensual in nature. He replies to her question in mild tones, "It shall pass; such things are merely a trial of the body, nothing more."
The woman is now visiably distracted by the contact with him. She mutters as her green eyes narrow, attention focused on their hands, "That would make sense, wouldn't it..."
"Yes," Magnus says softly, inclining his head to her. He then asks, "What brings you to the Church this Sky, my lady? How may I be of service."
Yosannah gestures as if to slide her hand from his, if there is no resistance. "I um. I wanted to ask Ada about the incident we shared. About a man, actually. Perhaps you might know this persom I'm seeking as I believe he is from the Courts."
Withdrawing his hands from hers without resistance, Magnus says softly, "It is possible. Who is the one you seek?" He reaches again for his goblet.
Yosannah lifts her hand to her neck and scratches lightly at the scar there, "The name that I have for the man is Joachim." She grins, mostly to herself, "Though, given the ability of most at this end of existance to shift, I'm fulling expecting that this 'Joachim' is quite possibly, one of many forms." She shrugs her shoulders.
Magnus ahs, "Yes. I believe the one you speak of has been sighted on the Church grounds. He is the armourer, if memory serves correctly."
Yosannah raises a brow in surprise and, perhaps, disbelief, "What? Here?" She shakes her head and runs her hand over her hair, "That would explain a lot..." she mutters this last bit to herself.
Magnus' silvery eyebrows lift as he studies her for a long moment. He says then, softly, "You have come back to us, my lady. This is a good thing, yes. For you should not be gone from the fold for too long."
Yosannah wets her lips as she attempts to digest his words, "I have the distinct feeling you know more about me then I do you, Magnus." She encourages, "Perhaps you could clearify your words for me."
Magnus' gaze of shattered emeralds lingers upon her as he takes a sip from his goblet. He replies to her after a moment, his musical voice betraying a measure of amusement, "You are one of the Four. Yes, I am aware of your existence."
Yosannah crosses her arms over her chest and then lifts a hand to her mouth, index finger raps its nail against her teeth, "I was. The Third to be precise." She adds, "Though, I'm still not convinced that these -things- are truly the Riders as mentioned in your religious texts - but that's another issue entirely." She reflects for a moment before adding, "This Joachim took 'her' from me. Lured her away, actually. And the others as well. I don't think he means well, Magnus. I have to find him." She pleads, "Help me."
Magnus mmms, his eyelids closing halfways as he regards her. "Then that would go a long way to explain what occurred at the Montmouth Ball, yes." He pauses a moment, sipping more from his goblet before he affirms, "Very well. I shall assist you in finding him, and restoring yet -another- balance to things."
Yosannah nods, seemingly relieved, "Thank you. The sooner the better. If he has the other three as well, things will only get worse." She adds, "For the Courts, and for him. I can't imagine he'll be able to host them all indefinitely - he'll be consumed." She shakes her head at the thought.
Magnus ahs, "Will you stay here in the Church then? If you are close, then when the time comes you will be available to assist me. It is possible we may have a...situation...on our hands."
Setting the goblet down now, Magnus' hands drop back into the blue flames. "That is acceptable." His voice sounds a little rougher at the end there, probably affected by illness again to some degree.
Yosannah exhales slowly, "Fair enough." Her gaze falls to the flame again, "I should be off. Let you rest. Make my arrangements. Magnus, you have no idea how much I appreciate your assistance."
Magnus intones mildly, "It is the correct thing to do under the circumstances. Should you need anything, seek me out."
Yosannah nods and, at that, turns and makes her way to the door offering, "Take care," before exiting the study.
Hell's Kitchen...
Yosannah has a weapon drawn in one hand and a tarot in the other as she appears. She tucks the card away in a pocket as she looks around, "Mariko!" The weapon seems to be a hand gun of some sort. Silver. "I know you can hear me!"
Selene comes down from the ladder.
Selene chuckles as she replies, "Mariko is not around, but I am.."
Yosannah startles at the sound of Selene's voice, turning abruptly, weapon aimed at the woman for no more than a moment, "Jesus, Selene."
Selene smirks, "It seems we are looking for the same person."
Yosannah exhales as if she might have been holding her breath. The weapon is lowered to her side though she is obviously edgy. "She might not be answering, but she's here." She yells out again in irratation, "And I know you're listening!" Under her breath, "Psychotic twit..."
Selene nods.."She is I can feel her, but you and I both need to talk as well and I honestly do not care if she is listening."
Yosannah swipes at her brow as beeds of perspiration begin to form on her forehead, "Maybe you don't, Sel, but I'd rather not talk 'business' here, if you don't mind." She squints and lifts her head to gaze at the sky. She lifts her free hand to her forehead again, this time to shield her eyes from the blazing sun.
Selene nods as she wipes the sweat from her brow, "Pick the place."
Yosannah fishes around in her pants pocket with her free hand and pulls out a tarot. She studies it, decides, apparently, it is not the card she wanted and replaces it in her pocket. She draws forth another and nods, "Okay." She secures the safety on the weapon and tucks it under her arm and then holds her hand out to Selene, "Ready?"
Selene offers you her right hand, "Lead the way."
Webber's Wayside Inn...
Yosannah releases her hand as they arrive. She immediately makes her way to the backside of the bar and takes a white bar rag from a stack there. She wipes at her brow with the rag and mutters, "I hate that damn shadow..." She then asks, "Drink, Sel?"
Selene says "Shall we talk now?"
Yosannah nods at the woman as she goes about fixing herself a glass of ice water. "Sure. What's up?"
Selene nods, "Earl Gray tea sounds great, and to the subject who is after the horsemen?"
Yosannah tilts her head back and gulps at her ice water, "Ahh. Better." She sets the glass on the bartop and goes about the task of searching for a mug, "I'm working on that, actually. You've heard then what has happened?"
Selene nods.."I know some of it..a stranger I never saw before with pink eyes made a move for Rubi, during the only ten minutes I was not with her, it is as if he was watching me and knew my every move."
Yosannah runs the faucet from under the bar and fills a mug with water. She makes her way toward a nearby microwave, opens it, sets the mug inside and slaps the door shut. Numbers are pushed on a keypad, "Beep, beep, beep - erp," and the appliance begins to buzz softly, "Mmmm, sounds a great deal like what happened to me."
Selene says "I got a trump call to see Ada and it looked like she was dying, when I returned to Rubi after getting Ada proper help..I found Rubi on the ground and this man standing over her looking at me saying I was too late."
Yosannah remains standing behind the counter. She rests her elbows on the bartop and clasps her hands together, fingers interlaced, "I know. About Ada, that is. Her condition came about when she tried to help me after a similar incident." The microwave interrupts their conversation with a long "Beeeep". She pauses to collect the mug.