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November 30, 2004 |
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World’s End Bar…
Yosannah appears under the balcony in a forward motion of shimmer and sparkle. She bites at her lower lip at the sight of Crimson and his companion and, at her sides, her hands drum against her thighs. Resigned, she heads in their direction.
Crimson is sitting at the bar with Jazmin. Before him is a coffee mug, an ashtray and a folded up newspaper. He's smoking.
Jazmin sits with a mug of cooling tea, quiet for the moment.
Yosannah eyes Crimson and mumbles under her breath, "...pathetic."
Riva appears suddenly.
Crimson glances up in the mirror to find Yosannah. He reaches into his jacket and withdrawls a red tinted chromed pistol. He lays it on the bar in front of Jazmin, "If she tries anything shoot her in the face." His eyes narrow slightly as they regard Yosannah in the mirror.
Riva smirks, "oooh, I came just in time." she glance sat Yosannah, "Long time no see."
Yosannah climbs atop a barstool and motions for the bartender who seems rather intent on the glass he is polishing in his hands to notice. "Please, Crimson," comes Yosannahs retort, "Barroom brawling isn't my style." Her gaze slides to Riva as the woman interjects.
Crimson nods to Riva a bit distractedly and then says to Yosannah, "That didn't stop you from putting a pistol to my nuts in a different bar now did it?"
Riva saunters over to the bar.
Jazmin stretches her legs out, pushing aside her mug and keeping quiet for the moment.
Yosannah opens her mouth to respond, but no sound is forthcoming. Instead she snaps a finger at the bartender who remains distracted at the other end of the bar. After a moment of snapping she turns to Crimson and says, "That. Was different."
Crimson licks a fang, "How?"
Riva orders a beer. The bartender pushes it across the bar and it slides to a stop in front of her.
The auburn haired sorceress frowns, dejected as Riva's order is taken and filled before she is even acknowledged. "That was after I learned that you assaulted Riva's brother," she offers, triumphant.
Crimson glances at Riva then back to Yosannah. With a smirk he says, "And what's different now?"
Riva coughs softly and focuses on her beer.
Yosannah rolls her eyes as if the answer is obvious, "I got the information out of you I needed. Simple enough. Shooting your nuts now would just be overkill, Crimson. 'Sides, I thought we came to an understanding."
Crimson relaxes, just a bit, "We did. But that doesn't mean you won't decide to put a gun to my nuts again." He smiles then, faintly, adding a bit of humor, "My nuts are very important to me. I can grow 'em back... but these are my nuts... I like 'em."
Riva chuckles, "I know a certain wife that probably appreciates them and other attached equipment."
Yosannah's eyes drift north again for a long sigh. She snaps her fingers at the bartender again. Finally he blinks at the sound and slides in Yosannah's direction. "Hot tea," she intones. He nods and slides away.
Crimson reaches for his coffee, smirking.
Riva cocks an eyebrow at all of Yo's finger-snapping. She looks at Crimson and snaps her fingers at him.
Yosannah's tea arrives. She sips it, seemingly satisfied and intent on ignoring Riva's gesture.
Crimson turns his eyes, not his head, to look at Riva. He smiles slightly, "When my coffee's done."
Yosannah sips and exhales, "Ahhh." And then, "So, what's up with you, Riv."
Crimson stands up stiffly and starts walking parallel to the bar. He's limping slightly, on his right leg.
Riva says "not much, dealing with our favorite bastard prince of Amber and his ill-gotten patternblade." Riva pauses and frowns noting Crimson's limp.
The man's limp does not escape Yosannah's attention. She leans back so that she might peer down the length of the bar at the man. She replies to Riva, "Which bastard might that be..."
Riva says "Dalt."
Crimson heads into the bathroom.
Jazmin waits on her food, glancing after Crimson but soon back to her lunch, keeping quiet.
Yosannah shakes her head at Crimson's exit to the restrooms and turns her attention to Riva, "Wait, say that again. Dalt. Patternblade. What?"
Riva smirks at Yosannah and makes her wait a bit for an answer. "Dalt's Back, and...a little clonfused about some things. So far he's threatened, kidnapped, or hospitalized every aquaintence from the past. Were I you, I'd avoid him."
Yosannah's jaw works silently, "I see..." She drums her fingers over the bartop, pensive, "So, what's a Patternblade then."
Jazmin munches a fry thoughtfully. Then asks for ketchup.
Yosannah eyes Jazmin's fries and licks at her upper lip.
Riva says "the rarest blade in the multiverse. It's endowed with the pattern. I've heard if it cuts a chaosian it'll cause us to dissipate, but I'm pretty sure that's just an old wife's tale."
Yosannah raises a brow, "Really." Followed by, "Cuz I know a few Chaosians who I could stand to dissipate." She wiggles her fingers to demonstrate what she means by dissipate.
Riva says "Tell me who and maybe I can arrange it."
Jazmin squirts ketchup onto the side of her plate for dipping fries and sandwich into.
Yosannah waggles a finger, "Now that wouldn't do any good. If they found out I was gunning for them, they'd be sure to give me no end of grief."
Jazmin dips her grilled cheese and nods, "Usually, yes."
Yosannah nods for Jazmin's benefit. She adds, "Sides, I've got other matters to attend to. Annoying Chaosians will have to wait."
Riva chuckles, "Suit yourself. I'm not chaos' anymore so they'd not find out from me. I'm sure you can just steal the blade from Dalt and go poking folks in chaos. Know how that goes."
Yosannah raises her tea to her lips but pauses mid-sip at Riva's off-handed suggestion, "Now. That would be something." She offers a 'hmmm' followed by a sip.
Riva grins crookedly.
Jazmin returns to her silence, eating her lunch.
Yosannah looks to Riva finally, "Is that possible?"
Riva says "Of course it is."
Yosannah hmms again. Sips again.
Riva says "With surprise and a devious plan, the odds are good."
Crimson emerges from the bathrooms with what must be two rolls of toilet paper wrapped about his head like a turban. He reclaims his former seat.
Riva squints at Crimson. she can't suppress a sniker.
Jazmin glances up at Crimson, "Tin foil's more traditional."
Yosannah opens her mouth to relpy to something to Riva but is silent when Crimson emerges.
Crimson grins at Jazmin, "Only in Banished Sun."
Yosannah retorts, "Hey!"
Crimson just keeps grinning.
Riva shakes her head, "Ok, that's enough for me." she takes her beer with her and stands.