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November 6, 2004 |
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You head back down to the barroom glancing yet again at the photos on the wall which seem vaguely familiar.
Webber's Wayside Inn -- Banished Sun...
Oil lamps dangle from the walls of this quaint little Inn, surrounding you in soft, warm light. Beyond the candle-lit tables is a staircase and a crackling fireplace that burns with the sound and smell of freshly cut cherry wood. To the left is a small, but well stocked bar. Numerous softball trophies with the inscription, 'City Rec Champions' line the shelves as well. Next to the poster over the bar which designates happy hour from four to seven is a sign that reads, "Please, no patrons behind the bar," and in smaller print, "this means you too, Stone!" On the opposite wall in the far corner is a small elevated stage suitable for a small band. Next to that sits a jukebox which plays little more than southern rock and an occasional top forty hit from the early 1990's.
Rohan is sitting near the fire, enjoying a mug of the house ale.
There are a number of patrons at Webbers tonight. Huddled over their beers or over one another at a dimly lit table.
Yosannah decends the stairwell, slowly, arms crossed over her chest and teeth biting at her lower lip. She seems distracted as evidenced by the bowed head and averted green eyes.
Rohan's head turns to the sound of descending footsteps. His eyes lock on to Yosannah midsip. A smile grows on his face and he emits a chuckling hmm before another sip.
If the auburn haired woman hears the chuckle she makes no indication. Rather, she goes to the end of the bar and motions for the bartender by lifting her chin to a wine bottle.
He gives her a once over and raises a brow at her sight. After a pause he sets a wine glass before her and fills it with white wine.
"Thanks, Liam," she mutters.
Rohan finishes his mug. He waves a sever over for a refill. When the server arrives he asks, "What's the specials for the evening?"
Yosannah turns her head over her shoulder at the sound of Rohan's voice. She tucks a stand of loose hair behind her ear and considers him as the server girl runs over a list of "specials". Finally, she takes a step in his direction, "Rohan. It's Rohan, right?"
Rohan looks Yo over for a moment and smiles. There is a pause before he says, "Yes, that's right."
Rohan looks to be about 17, perhaps even 18. He has European and Asian features. His eyes are sharp and serious. The right one is hazel and the left one is a light blue with specks of green and gold. His black hair is straight and cut short. He has a thin muscular build and stands around 5'10. When he speaks Thari he has a slight Banished Sun accent and English with a cockney accent.
He is incredibly toned with chords of muscle and his build is barely suggested by the black button down silk shirt he wears. He has a gold chain around his neck and a fat gold diamond studded pinky ring on his left hand. He wears gray cargo pants and a pair of custom made black leather shoes.
Yosannah lifts her chin to indicate a chair at Rohan's table, "May I?"
At the bar, Liam casts Rohan a sidelong glance.
Rohan grins and gestures, "Please, be my guest." He pays Liam's glances no mind.
Yosannah slides a chair from the table and settles herself and her wineglass (it finds a place atop the table). "How have you been?"
Rohan replies, "I've been well...been busy." He takes a sip from him refilled mug, "And yourself?"
Yosannah shrugs her left should, disinterested, "The same." The wine is forgotten for the time it would seem.
Rohan grins, "Really?"
Small talk is the call for the hour apparently, "Yep."
Rohan nods, "It's been some time."
Yosannah asks, finally, "What are you doing here, Rohan. Do I need to be worried about something or are you just here for the cheap beer."
Rohan asks, "Why would you be worried?"
Yosannah leans foward and crosses her arms atop the table, bare shoulders elevated, "That's what you're supposed to tell me."
Rohan grins, "Don't be worried. I'm not causing trouble in this side of town. I'm taking a break from the front. The cheap beer is good by the way."
Yosannah mutters, "...thanks." She considers him for a long moment, green eyes dark in the firelight. She rises, lifts her chair from the ground and moves it around the table and nearer the man before resuming her seat. In hushed tones she asks, "You get out of here much?"
Rohan replies in the same tone, "/Out/ /of/ /here/?"
Yosannah leans in, "Dover. Elbridge."
Rohan asks, "Other cities? Sure. Much of the time...or do you mean Shadows?"
Yosannah touches her nose with her forefinger to indicate that his guess is correct.
Rohan smiles, "I get out and about when I can. I frequent the Worlds' End...why do you ask?"
Yosannah asks, quietly such that the other patrons of the bar might not hear, "What about Chaos?"
Rohan says "Why do you ask?"
Yosannah asks again, "Well do you?"
Rohan grins, "Sure and Amber as well. But there is no place like home. What about you?"
Yosannah nods matter of factly, "Of course. Have you had occasion to come across a chap who goes by the name Cliff. No, wait. Curtis." She nods, satisfied that she has the name correct, "Curtis."
Rohan sips his ale and considers, "Hmm. The name Cliff sounds some what familiar. Not sure about a Curtis...why do you ask?"
Yosannah is obvious dejected that he does not know the individual in question. She gnaws at her lip before she offers, "Rumor has it that the man has something that belongs to me. Something that was stolen." She sits back in her chair and exhales, cheeks billowing in a long sigh.
Rohan nods, "And you want it back." He takes a long sip of ale.
Yosannah lifts her hands in exasperation, "Well, of course." She turns her head over her shoulder so that she might stare into the fireplace. "You don't know him, so it doesn't matter."
Rohan smiles, "Well what does he look like?"
Her gaze remains intent on the flames; they flicker orange and the embers burn red. She calls out, "Liam, when you have a moment, I think we need a few more logs."
Liam looks to Yosannah from where he stands behind the bar polishing a mug, "Aye, lass."
"It's a bracelet. Rather unassuming, actually. You probably wouldn't know it if you saw it," she offers quietly to Rohan.
Rohan nods, "It have a color?"
Yosannah nods as she reaches a hand to her own wrist and removes the trinket that rests there. She extends her hand and holds it out for him, "It looks like this. Except the stone's not white. Red I think." She considers this, rethinking, "Or green maybe. I'm not sure."
Rohan nods, "I see."
Yosannah reclaims the thing for her wrist. She shakes her head and directs her attention to the fire, "Like I said. Doesn't matter."
Rohan shrugs, "Alright." He sips his mug, "Have you talked to Stone lately?"
Yosannah nods, "Every now and again we check in with one another."
Rohan nods, "How's he been?"
"Same as always, why?"
Rohan nods, "I need to talk to him about something. That's all."
Yosannah sighs, "What about."
Rohan says "Some work I'm doing for him."
Yosannah's eyes roll upward, obviously annoyed with having to ask questions, "You wanna tell me anything about it, or can I skip the cat and mouse trick."
Rohan asks, "Well what do /you/ do with him?"
Yosannah turns now to regard him squarely. She doesn't reply but glares as if to reply: Is that a joke?
Rohan just grins at her for a while before saying, "You know what I'm doing here right?"
Yosannah drops her elbow atop the table and her chin in her hand. She feignts a smile and bats her eyelashes, "Why no. Why don't you tell me."
Rohan says "You want know more about me...I want to know more about you. Is it so strange that it would work both ways? Well..." He shrugs with a 'why not' expression on his face, "...I guess you could call me the Minister of Vice. From the look on your face I'm assuming you aren't willing to tell me what you do.""
Yosannah shakes her head, "Wait, Minister of Vice? What the heck is a Minister of Vice." She expertly ignores his question in her impatience.
Rohan grins at her, "You act like I'm asking to see your nipples when all I want to know is what kind of top you are wearing." He sips, "Minister of Vice...well what do ministers do? A minister of war administrates matters of war. A minister of State runs the affairs of State abroad...and vice? Vice is everywhere...unorganized. Someone has to manage it."
Yosannah flatly ignores his initial comments and says, "You're kidding. He /pays/ you for that?"
Rohan sips his drink and smiles, "It pays itself really. Is it so shocking?"
Rohan adjusts his pinky ring.
Yosannah furrows her brow and her nose wrinkles slightly, "Well. Yes, actually."
Rohan grins and then forces his lips closed, "Why?" He watches her while sipping more beer.
Yosannah opens her mouth to comment but no words are forthcoming. She closes her mouth and shakes her head thinking better then to comment.
Rohan nods silently with a slight smirk to his lips.
Yosannah wonders, "What does this have to do with Stone?"
Rohan says "He's involved."
Yosannah mutters, "Well, some say it's his shadow, so of course he is involved. I guess."
Rohan nods. "You told me long ago that you were part owner of the club."
Yosannah nods, "Something like that, yeah."
Rohan asks, "What did you mean?"
Yosannah purses her lips. It is obvious by the knot in her brow that she'd rather not discuss the matter. Despite this, she offers, "Well, a place like that it's... you can't own it any more then you can own any other shadow place I suppose."
Rohan nods, "Uh huh."
Yosannah mimics with a nod, "Uh huh." And then, "Listen, is there something you want me to tell Stone," she thumbs over her shoulder in the direction of the stairwell, "Cuz I'm gonna change and I have to stop there tonight."
Rohan nods, "Tell him that the plan is under way." He takes another swig of beer, "Sorry if I made you uncomfortable. I just like to know who I'm dealing with."
Yosannah shrugs, indifferent to the apology as she is of her wine apparently as it has not been touched the entire duration of their conversation. "Sure," she rises. "Have a good night then."
Rohan smiles and raises his mug, "You too."
Yosannah smiles meekly at the "minister" before taking her leave of him. She fidgets with her mini skirt, gives Liam a light wave of her hand and vanishes up the stairs.