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Worlds End Bar...
Yosannah sits quietly at the table in shadow. She is distant, pensive. Holding a wine glass in one hand and resting the other, fisted, against her chin.
Darcy slips her trump away and smooths her skirts.
Darcy's eyes cycle from violet to blue, green, and a golden hue. They settle on a predatory yellow as she peer at the table. "Lady Ysannah." she greets in her low but oddly carrying whisper.
There is a flicker from the opaque stone at Yosannah's wrist as the her gaze notes Darcy. As if the thing and the woman made note of the former Headmistress' voice in unison. There is a light smile on her lips now, in a hesitant greeting. "Lady."
Darcy says "Would you permit me to join you?"
Yosannah gestures at an empty chair across the table, inviting. "Please."
At your table, Darcy says "How are you this turning?"
At your table, Yosannah's right fist remains at her chin. Though she appears weary, she replies, "I am well, lady." And then, as if trying to recall, "You were once the headmaster of the Academy in Landen, weren't you?"
Despil appears suddenly and looks around. "Ah, the final frontier."
At your table, Darcy says "I was indeed. I've heard of some unusual events there."
Yosannah seems about to respond to the lady at her table when Despil arrives. She offers him a knowing smile. The sort shared with friends.
Yosannah mutters, sidelong to Darcy, in response to a comment, it would seem.
At your table, Yosannah says "You don't say."
Despil nods and says, "Ladies. How are you?"
At your table, Darcy says "Mm-hmm. I've not had much of a presence-I do not wish to undermine Scott's authority within the school. Noentheless, I am intriqued."
Darcy says "Good turning, Your grace."
Yosannah's smile is crooked, "Your... grace."
Despil smiles and nods. "May I join you? If you're busy, I understand."
At your table, Yosannah says "What is it that you're asking of me, lady?"
A question lingers for Darcy in Yosannah's eyes though she certainly seems willing to allow the Prince to join them should her companion agree.
Darcy says "I would be honored if you would."
At your table, Darcy says "If you might be able to indulge an old scholar's curiousity."
Yosannah removes her fisted hand from her chin and cups both hands around her wine glass. Silently nodding to Darcy.
At your table, Despil says "Thank you, very much."
At your table, Yosannah says "Not at all, Despil. The lady was just about to ask me a question in an effort to quell her ... scholar's curiousity. I think that's what she said."
At your table, Darcy's dark lips curve into an amused smile, "One of my more troublesome failings."
At your table, Despil laughs. "I see."
Despil orders an a manhattan. Niemand gestures, and a mottled, translucent demon pops into existence, brings it to the table in the shadows and sets it before him. Then it bubbles away into chaos again.
At your table, Yosannah looks to Darcy now. Patient and waiting.
At your table, Darcy says "I'm afraid I've been woefully absent from Kryonia and the school, I've scarecely any knowledge except rumors of odd happenings, and some preferences to you and another woman. Is my curiousity regarding what you know of the truth to the rumors unwelcomed?"
At your table, Yosannah says "Princess Lisle of Amber. She is a close friend of mine." Her gaze drifts to Despil as she continues, left hand going about her right wrist and the item that is clasped there, "We've been working together. Landen, we're finding, and the Academy, are the perfect place for the sorts of magics we are working with.""
At your table, Despil looks to what Yosannah clasps.
At your table, Darcy says "Are you aware of the history of the place?"
At your table, Yosannah raises a brow, "History? I'm not entirely certain what you mean?"
At your table, Darcy says "Are you aware that Karant, the one who founded the academy, build it upon a nexus."
At your table, Yosannah'a jaw works, curious now, "A... nexus?"
At your table, Darcy says "How odd you knew enough to learn that magic within the academy is easier and more powerful, but were unaware as to why."
Darcy's lips twist in amusement.
At your table, Yosannah says "Not so odd, Lady."
At your table, Despil says "What sort of nexus?"
At your table, Darcy says "Considering the large guarded doorway, I find it so. Nonethless, there are reasons why the academy is located where it is. It is centered the magical heart of the enitre shadow."
At your table, Yosannah nods, following, realization forming on her visage. "The guarded entryway, yes. But not just the center of the shadow, Lady. Landen is nearly at the center of all things. Of both realities. Amber and the Courts."
At your table, Despil raises an eyebrow.
At your table, Darcy says "Indeed, I had noticed this. Part of the reason I made sure none entered the doorway. Over there years many have come snooping with ambition and it made me wary. There is some correlation between Kryonia's magic flow and Anthurn's, as well as a shadow that once bordered on it's more eastern side that I studied. Still, it seems I am telling more than learning. Would it be untoward to asl what nature of project you and your companion work on?"
At your table, Yosannah considers her question for a lengthy moment, gaze looking to Despil in an effert to ascertain his reaction to her question.
At your table, Despil says "It would be nice to hear, yes."
At your table, Yosannah's gaze drifts from Despil to the lady. With a long inhale and a slow exhales she removes the trinket from her wrist and holds it outward. Not in offering, but to display. The opaque white stone contained thereon joins three strands of braided platinum. The thing is unimpressive at first blush, seemingly little more then a wrist charm. "This. Nothing to write home about, is it? Now you know. This is the reason for all the hoopla." She shrugs, suggesting the entire affair is but a minor, inconsequential thing.
At your table, Despil peers at it closely. "What is it?"
Darcy also peers at it curiously.
At your table, Yosannah lifts her chin at Despil, "Take a closer look. You'll recognize it soon enough, I think."
At your table, Despil says "page brid=:listens to Yo and Darcy."
At your table, Darcy's eyebrows lift, "Mmm. That's no cheap bauble."
At your table, Despil says "It's interesting."
At your table, Darcy says "Where did you come by it, I wonder?"
At your table, Yosannah looks at the thing herself, as if she might be studying it for the first time despite its usual home about her wrist, "Mmm. Come by it?" She smiles, "I had a hand in its creation, lady." She points at a single strand, "This piece," and then another, "and this."
At your table, Darcy says "What is it's function?"
Loki arrives in the swift motion of rainbows that normally is followed by the returning of a card of some kind into some sort of pocket, and that is exactly what happens. Loki tucks the card into an inner pocket and then takes a second to look at the stars.
At your table, Yosannah slides the item back about her wrist, rests her elbows atop the table and clasps her fingers together. She smiles, "With a little hope it will serve to protect..." With that she notes the new arriva.
At your table, Darcy turns her gaze to Loki.
Despil nods and says, "Good turnings, Loki."
Yosannah gives Loki a nod of her chin.
Darcy says "Good turning, Mr. Loki."
Loki's eyes slide off to the shadows, "Good turnings." he says softly to the group there moving for the table of balefire. From his jacket he removes a black bound book; a hand waved to the bar to signal a drink, as he starts to unwrap the book.
Loki orders a glass of silver wine. Niemand nods, and a mottled, translucent demon pops into existence and brings it to him before bubbling into chaos again.
Yosannah's gaze finds Loki's book
At your table, Yosannah says "What is that he carries, I wonder."
You sense Loki holds an unmarked black book, wrapped several times in a black cord that is attached. He takes a clipped pen from the inner folds of the book and starts to sketch, or perhaps write fast at least.
Loki sits down at the table that glows with balefire.
The table that glows with balefire flickers brightly for a moment.
At your table, Darcy's lips purse as Yosannah is distracted. She remains silent, not supplying the obvious answer.
Loki sets the glass on the table gently, watching with a slowly fading smile as the balefire ring fades aswell. He takes a fountain pen from the innerfolds of the book and begins to write in it rather quickly, or perhaps sketch.
Yosannah's gaze narrows on Loki, pensive.
Loki pauses his sketching to sip from his wine, a glance at the shadows and another sip before returning to his work; He calls while looking down, "I trust you are all doing well?"
At your table, Yosannah traces a finger along the rim of her empty wine glass. "Hmm. Curious fellow." With a shake of her head she returns her attention to her tablemates. "In any event, I should be off."
At your table, Despil says "He is. Most interesting."
At your table, Darcy says "Thank you for your time, My lady. We well."
At your table, Despil says "Yo -- I need to talk to you sometime."
At your table, Yosannah begins to rise but pauses at Despil's comment, "Oh? Is everything all right."
At your table, Darcy says "Excuse me." She smiles to the pair of you.
Darcy stands and leaves the table in the shadows.
Darcy has departed.
Despil waves. "Lady Darcy."
At your table, Yosannah's brow furrows at the women departs. And then, "What is it, Despil?"
At your table, Despil says "Not to be spoken of here. Privately. Need to coordinate some things with you. It relates to some things you told me before."
At your table, Despil leans close.
Despil whispers "The safety of The Four."
Darcy approaches Loki, "Do you mind company?"
Loki closes his book and places his pen in it, wrapping it. "Not at all, please join me. Would you like a drink?"
Darcy says "Mm, a gladd of what you are having will suffice, thank you."
Darcy sits down at the table that glows with balefire.
Loki ordes a second glass of wine, and offers it to the lady.
Darcy smiles and accepts the wine.
At your table, Yosannah listens and then distances so that she might catch Despil's gaze. She exhales a sigh, cheeks billowing, and then bites at her lip. "Another time then. At a more private place." She reaches out a hand and rests it on his arm, appreciative.
At your table, Despil says "Soon?"
At your table, Despil says "Now?"
At your table, Despil offers a hand.
At your table, Yosannah's gaze looks to the others and consider. Resigned she nods at Despil. Rising, she extends her hand, waiting for him to lead her off.
Despil takes Yosannah's hand and says, "Good turnings, Lady Darcy, Lord Loki."
Loki bows his head, "Good turnings." a smile.
Darcy says "Be well, Lady, your grace."
Despil's Chambers...
Despil says, "This is safe. I will be brief."
Despil says "Remember when you told me that Magnus sent an assassin after you?"
She crosses her arms over her chest and shifts her weight to her right leg, "What? What is it?"
Yosannah nods, "I do, yes."
Despil says "I have gotten word that Magnus is recruiting more assassins. He's gone all the way to Amber for it."
Her eyes close and her shoulders slump. Dejected, she mutters under her breath, "Goddamnit..." And then, "Do you know who I should be looking for?"
Despil says "No, I don't. I know some, but only what gets back to me as ambassador. Should we talk to Ryker? I heard about it because one person who was talked to wants to teach Magnus a lesson."
Yosannah regards him, cooly. "Dreltar."
Despil says "Whom I should talk to? Or as an assassin?"
Yosannah bites her lip, thoughtful, "No. Dreltar came to me last week. He wanted to enlist my help to fight Magnus and remove him from the Church. Dreltar said he even ask for Ryker's help. Perhaps Magnus approached Dreltar too."
Despil says "I can't say. Dreltar came to me, too, claiming to be going against Magnus."
Yosannah nods, "And who is this Amberite you're talking about then?"
Despil puts his finger to his lips in a shushing gesture before saying, "Corwin. I don't want to steal anything from him, however, but he'd like to work with Ryker to teach Magnus a lesson."
Yosannah is obviously dubious, "Corwin." She digests this information, "Corey's father?"
Despil says "The same."
Yosannah shakes her head, "It's getting so I can't keep the players straight anymore, Despil. I don't know who to trust. Damn."
Despil says "I believe Corwin. I've talked to him a bunch. He's insulted at the cheek of a guy who would trump him out of the blue to ask that."
Yosannah nods though it is clear she is trying to digest this newly learned information. "I have to think on what you've said. I'll contact Ryker. Perhaps we might arrange a meeting."
Despil nods. "I am happy to. Tell me who you want there."
Yosannah smiles, coy, "When I figure that out, I'll let you know." She reaches for his arm, "Thank you, Despil. I should be going now, though."
Despil takes her arm and says, "Yo. You know that I've watched out for you before. I went on that damned hunt after Arion for you."
Yosannah lowers her gaze. There might even be a slight blush to her cheeks. "And I won't forget it, Despil."
Despil smiles. "I'm not interested in seeing you or Ryker or Nash hurt. Horsemen or no, you're my comrades and friends."
Yosannah nods, resolved. With that, she takes a step away and lets her gaze go distant.
Despil says "Serpent guard."
"Good night, Despil." Her form shimmers in a sparkle of rainbow light. She steps forward and vanishes...
Later, Yosannah prepares a letter...
Lady~
I would very much like to have a word with you when you have a free moment and if you are willing. I will check back to Avalon in three day's time. If you are willing, perhaps you might instruct a servent to advise me of such. I appreciate your consideration, Lady, regarding my request.
~Yosannah.