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Niemand's...
Magnus raps a stool next to him at the bar with a claw, absently. He rasps to Yosannah. "Come have a drink, my child."
Yosannah seems as if she meant to stop and talk with Matthew, smile playing on her lips, but Magnus' voice catches her attention and she looks at him from over her shoulder. She thumbs in Magnus direction and states to Matthew, "I uh... We'll have to catch up soon." With that she heads toward the bar.
Matthew says "Anytime, Pest."
At your table, Magnus hisses, "Pest, is it?"
Yosannah purses her lisp as she sits on the stool. She looks at Magnus and then turns to Matthew again, "Yo, Matty. Yo." Her expression is blank as she corrects the man.
Matthew ahs. "Of course. AS you wish, Yo." He smirks and moves to join Esme.
Yosannah shakes her head as she turns her attention back to the bar and Magnus
At your table, Yosannah says "You look good, Magnus. How are you."
At your table, Magnus hisses in reply, "Well, thank you for asking my lady. It has been some time since we last spoke. I trust all is well in your life...or is it lives..."
At your table, Yosannah says "All is well. You are aware, no doubt, that Ada's brother was dealt with and the Riders were separated."
At your table, Magnus lifts his goblet, nodding as he rasps. "Yes. I did hear something of the story. I am aware that the Four are now once again in a host all to their own, instead of being held by one being. It is a positive change, yes."
At your table, Yosannah orders a glass of Reisling, "I can only speak from my own perspective." She reaches for the glass, tracing a finger around the rim, "Yes, it is positive for me. At least for the time being. Truth be told, I had anticipated some sort of reaction from your new King. Particularly as against Arion." She shrugs her shoulders and lifts the glass to her lips, finally, "Seems as though I was wrong on that point. Heh. As if I should be surprised."
At your table, Magnus' shoulders roll as he rasps to her conversationally, "He appears to be something of a paranoid, vindictive sort. Give him some time, I am sure he shall find a way to get even with Arion or the Four, if that is his wish."
At your table, Yosannah shrugs her shoulders, "That would require a backbone, would it not? In the words of my good friend Jurt," she says this later part with a dable of sarcasm, "The man is a pansy." She smirks at this, teasing. "Seriously, I doubt there will be any action from the crown seeing as there has not been thus far."
At your table, Magnus sips from his goblet, before he remarks in a hiss. "We shall see."
At your table, Yosannah looks at him, studying, for a long moment, "What's on your mind, Magnus. You seem distracted."
At your table, Magnus rasps to her after another sip from his goblet, "A great many things, yes. Some of them smaller than others. All of which require at least a little care and concern from me, on occasion."
At your table, Yosannah raps a finger against the wine glass, "Care to discuss these things?"
At your table, Magnus' tongue lolls out, and he says to her: "For the moment I would be interested in speaking of things in your life, if there is ought to discuss. Or the Four. My own complications shall bide for another time, after some meditations, yes."
At your table, Yosannah nods, seemingly willing to play along, "Fair enough. A round of questions and answers then." She nods again. This time with a smile, "You ask, I'll give the best answers I can. How is that?"
Dai smiles and waves to Esme and Matt as he walks over to the bar and hops up onto a stool.
At your table, Dai nods to Magnus and Yosannah. "Turnings."
At your table, Magnus lhisses to Dai, "Serpent's Greetings, my son. Yosannah was about to open up a round of questions and answers, here."
At your table, Yosannah chuckles lightly at this as she lifts her glass to her lips, drinking deeply of the wine.
At your table, Dai ohs. "Glad I arrived in time to hear that." He opens a bottle of scotch and takes a swig. "What's the topic?"
At your table, Magnus says "I do believe the lady was going to tell us a bit more about herself."
Vassago sits several stools down from the other three patrons at the bar. He places an order.
At your table, Yosannah says "Myself?" Two small creases form on her forhead, "I was going to speak about the Riders. Not about myself. They are mutually exclusive topics, after all."
At your table, Magnus' claw wraps around the goblet casually, he he rasps to Yosannah, "Then Four then, yes. A very good topic for public consumption. They are so bold and dramatic, after all."
At your table, Dai takes another swig of scotch and just listens.
At your table, Yosannah raises a brow at that, perhaps not entirely in agreement with the later portion of Magnus' comments. "Well then." A smile plays on the corners of her lips, "Fire 'em at me."
At your table, Vassago rolls his eyes and lets out a soft breath at the mention of the Riders.
At your table, Yosannah glances down the length of the table at Vassago. He's sigh is obviously not lost on her. Gaze lingering on him, perhaps in an effort to catch his eye.
At your table, Magnus peers at Yosannah, hissing. "You have Saint Pestilence once again, correct?"
At your table, Yosannah answers Magnus, her gaze never leaving Vassago, "Yes. Though I'd hardly refer to any of them as Saints, Magnus."
At your table, Vassago sips from his bottle. Then glances down at Yosannah.
At your table, Magnus hisses in serpentine laughter of sorts, before he rasps to Yosannah. "They are indeed Saints, my lady. For they represent cardinal figures of how the Serpent would wish to Challenge Its children. It does not desire us to become weak, rather we must unleash our potential through conflict and struggle. Only then may we discover the best...and worst...of our Qualities."
Damen quirks an eyebrow up as he appears, glancing around the room and heads toward the bar.
Yosannah sits with Magnus and Dai though she seems to be looking at Vassago at the far end of the bar.
At your table, Yosannah says "Forgive me if I am not yet convinced that the creature that shares space with me," she smiles at this, "is the same as the one in your great Book, Magnus. Your faith in the Serpent and its ways is much greater then mine..."
Yosannah notes Damen's arrival, finally. She looks over her shoulder at the man, wincing lightly as if surprised to see him.
At your table, Damen asks, slightly bemused. "Slumming in Chaos, Yo?"
At your table, Vassago turns his gaze back to the bartop. Sips more beer.
At your table, Dai glances at Yosannah and then Vassago before turning his attention back to Magnus. "But in what way does the Serpent wish to use the Saints at this juncture your Eminence? The Four have devastated the Courts recently have they not?"
Ithius lowers the card he is staring at and peers about, "Sic et nausium I call this", he muses.
At your table, Yosannah flicks a glance at Damen, coy smile playing on her lips, "I was just about to ask you the same thing..." She then turns her attention to Dai's question and awaites Magnus' reply.
At your table, Damen frowns faintly at the mention of 'the four'.
At your table, Magnus lifts his goblet, hissing then to Yosannah: "You must have faith, my lady. The Four are indeed, special and Saints." He peers at Dai, replying to his query with a vague gesture of his free claw, "Yes. It provides us with an opportunity to rebuild, to make things better than they were before. If the Four did not damage the Courts, then perhaps another war with the Amberites would have done the same physical results. War, damage...death and destruction. They are all a part of the cycle of life, as the Four represent."
At your table, Vassago continues to listen as he drinks. His glances over at Yo again, then back to his beer.
At your table, Yosannah looks to Damen as Magnus speaks. She seems to be judging his reaction to the man's comments.
At your table, Dai's brows furrow thoughtfully as he sips his scotch. "They are all a part of the cycle of life as the Four represent, but that does not mean that they represent the cycle of life as it is. Pardon my presumption but I am new to the Courts and seek to learn more of the ways of the Serpent and Chaos."
At your table, Damen orders a glass of merlot, vaguely glancing in Magnus' direction. "You should do a show at Vegas." He sips his wine.
At your table, Ithius waves to those at the bar, "Greetings Yo", he nods at Damen and Vassago.
At your table, Magnus hisses at Damen, "I am not familiar with this Vegas place that you speak of, my son."
At your table, Yosannah lowers her gaze to her wine at Damen's comment. She shakes her head, unable to surpress a light chuckle. Then, as if an after-thought, "Ith. Heya."
Damen glances at Dai, "No worries. Rent the Lion King. They do a whole dance number on the topic."
At your table, Marla greets the others at the bar.
Damen nods to Ithius.
At your table, Vassago comments. "It's a place in many earth shadows." He nods to Ithius. "He mocks you, Eminence." He says no more as he sips from his beer bottle.
At your table, Ithius quirks a brow, "Shadow.. earth disney production", he blinks and smirks.
At your table, Damen glances at Vassago. "Now, that would really only be *your* opinion."
At your table, Yosannah looks to Vassago, cooly. She seems amused by the man somehow. She rests an elbow on the bartop and her temple against her fist as she watches him, making no efforts to hide her stare.
At your table, Magnus sips from his goblet, commenting to Dai: "Yes, though give it some time. You shall come to know of Its teachings if you dwell in Chaos long enough. Though there are many who have forgotten, or lost touch with there heritage, the Church remembers." When Vassago points out Damen's words for what they were, his tongue lolls out lazily at Damen, amused perhaps.
At your table, Vassago shrugs slightly at Damen. "Indeed." He seems to not evencare. He meets Yosannah's stare with one of his own. Waits until she speaks.
At your table, Yosannah raises a brow as she makes eye contact with Vassago, "Say what's on your mind. The cat and mouse routine is really very tired."
At your table, Ithius looks to Marla then shrugs perhaps expressing, 'ahh well nothing new'.
At your table, Vassago says "You seem to have an intrest in me, lady."
Damen chuckles softly at nothing in particular and pushes away from the bar, wineglass in hand. He moves to a table.
At your table, Yosannah laughs at Vassago's words. Her gaze follows Damen to the table in shadow. "Hardly. Yet you roll your eyes at our conversation. It has made me curious about you."
At your table, Dai clears his throat. "Pardon me Yosannah, but could you explain how you came to have Pestilence? I am afraid I know little of the Riders."
At your table, Ithius editorially comments, "Well I'm glad we are all having a good time here." Ithius hmmms at Dai, "I think more like Pest found her.."
At your table, Magnus sips from his goblet, quietly listening and observing the others.
At your table, Vassago says "I tire of hearing about the Four. Excuse me."
Yosannah senses Magnus' gaze upon her the entire time, as she prepares to leave the bar.
At your table, Magnus says "Serpent Guide, Vassago."
Yosannah slides from the bar and move to Dai before stepping away. She rests a hand on his shoulder and whispers "Another time." With that, she moves toward Damen's table and slides into a chair without word.
Damen smiles faintly. He doesn't say a word, merely lifting his glass to his lips.
At your table, Yosannah says "When is the last time you erwere in the Courts, Damen."
At your table, Damen shrugs nonchalantly. "I come here time and time again. I have affiliations with a few Houses here."
At your table, Yosannah sets her glass on the table and leans forward. She rests her elbows on the table as well, clasping her hands together, "As do I. Who knew."
At your table, Damen says "You did. I haven't kept my interest in Chaos from you. Your interest however...." He shrugs, "I'm learning more and more about you everyday, Yosannah." He doesn't lean forward, remaining where he is. "I can't say I'm pleased with surprises....but hey, I suppose I don't have that right anymore. On the same token, it makes our new status strangely more comforting. I don't like surprises."
At your table, Yosannah tilts her head as she regards him, "More comforting? You're being very ambiguous, Damen. Care to enlighten me?"
At your table, Damen shakes his head, "No. Not in the slightest." He blows Yosannah a kiss, smirking.
At your table, Yosannah nods as she peers down into her glass, "Of that, I am not surprised. Okay, so you don't care to. How 'bout if I just ask nicely... Damen, please enlighten me... and you do so."
At your table, Damen shakes his head, "I don't think so, Yo. My affiliations here are knowledgable to you....yours are not to me. You've been keeping things from me. Which brings us to any enlightenment more deserving to me."
At your table, Yosannah says "I haven't been keeping anything from you Damen. Considering we've seen each other about four times in the last several months, what do you expect? And for the record, I know that is partly my doing." She shrugs her shoulders, "What is it you want to know. You know I'll tell you anything. I don't have secrets, Damen."
At your table, Yosannah says "Not from you."
At your table, Damen shakes his head. "I'm not going to ask questions, Yosannah. It's too easy for you to keep most of the story to yourself as I might not ask the right questions. Why don't you just start from the beginning....when I feel satisfied, I'll tell you." And with that, he leans, back, crossing his hands behind his head.
At your table, Yosannah mirrors his gesture but crosses her arms over her chest as she leans back, "Start at the beginning? For Christ's sake, Damen. Which beginning would that be?"
At your table, Damen nods, draining his drink. "It was nice to see you, Yo." He makes to leave the table.
At your table, Yosannah says "Damen..." She sighs.
At your table, Damen pauses, turns. "Yes?"
At your table, Yosannah says "Sit your ass down." She tilts her head and regards him cooly. "Please."
At your table, Damen shrugs, "Start talking and I'll think about it." He remains at the edge of his chair.
At your table, Yosannah rolls her eyes and looks to the ceiling, obviously having played this game before, she is nonplussed. "Okay." A deep exhale before she begins, "Ummm. March. Banished Sun time I suppose. I can't keep track based on Earth time anymore, so I don't. So, March it is."
At your table, Yosannah says "I hadn't seen you since December. Before the holidays, actually." She shrugs and there is a long pregmant pause, "I had my first premonition after the New Year. A horrible, sinking thing in the pit of my stomach and I was feeling nauseous all the time." She swallows. "I..." Another exhale, "I was having nightmares. I had dreams of children I know now that I can't have. That I'll never have thanks to what I am now."
At your table, Damen nods, urging you to contunue.
At your table, Yosannah says "No family." She wets her lips. "No fairytale." Her gaze falls to the table, "And a realization that I was running out of time. So, we formally distanced, Damen. I mean, we already had in a sense." Her jaw clenches as she grinds her teath, "I suppose I just needed to say it. Out loud. To make it real in my mind."
At your table, Damen says "Which you did...and have taken no pains to uphold your newly found resolve."
At your table, Yosannah says "You are supposed to be listening."
At your table, Damen nods.
At your table, Yosannah says "It was about this time that two things had happened. Which would you like to hear first? The one that is sure to piss you off? Or the one that had been consuming my time over the last several months?"
At your table, Damen says "No options...that's just stalling...just tell me both."
At your table, Yosannah inclines her head in a single nod, "Okay. Merlin had returned to the Courts. I hadn't spoken to him in about two years. The last word I had regarding him was that he was waging some sort of war for the crown." She shakes her head, "I heard rumors that he was dead. Apparently not. I'm starting to realize that none of you ever die. You just keep recycling yourselves every so often." She shakes her head and looks toward the empty wall.
At your table, Yosannah says, "I lost myself in passing time with him on Earth. I went back to work in an effort to distract myself from the premonitions I was still having. Needless to say, it didn't work. I was consumed with learning the source of it. And of the horsemen. I thought that if I could free myself of her..." She bites at her lip. "In any event, I found some old text in the Serpent's Book that made reference to these creatures. So, Merlin's brother, Despil, suggested I pay a visit to the Prelate of the Church, Ada-Shazandra. Which I did." She turns her gaze from the wall to Damen, studying his expression.
At your table, Damen says "And why are you glossing over the details with Merlin? You know I would ask you....and you left it open for me to do so....which wasn't necessary. You could have just explained the netire thing."
At your table, Yosannah shrugs, "Because it's not important to the telling of my story. But inasmuch as it is important to you, you know I am fond of the man. And we are seeing each other. And if he gave me a call tomorrow, I'm sure we'll see one another again. But that changes nothing." She is matter of fact. "Do you want to hear the rest of the story, or don't you?"
At your table, Damen's jaw clenches, "It changes everything."
At your table, Yosannah sits quietly, in the event that he has something more to say.
At your table, Damen nods mutely to himself as if making a decision. "You have a new champion. And I don't have room in my heart to share you with another man. Take care of yourself. You won't be seeing me in the same light again."
At your table, Yosannah says "A new champion? Hardly."
At your table, Damen shrugs, "Regardless. You knew you were sacrificing me as soon as you made that decision."
At your table, Yosannah says "No. I sacrificed you when I told you that we were over, Damen. You seem to be of the mistaken impression that Merlin has anything to do with my decision about us. I am no more holden to him then I am to you." She sits up and rests both of her hands atop the table, palms flat. "Maybe some day you'll actually listen to the words I am saying rather then the words you let yourself hear. I am alone. I choose to be alone. Accept it."
At your table, Damen smiles, "Then enjoy your time alone, Yosannah." He pushes away from the table.
Yosannah offers flatly, "This is typical. You asked for a story when it wasn't what you really wanted to hear."
Damen turns to Yosannah. "Other facets of your story.....those very facets you don't deem as important have made me realize that I don't give a rat's ass about the rest of it. One way or the other it doesn't have a happy ending. Die alone, Yo. Or keep the worms company. It's not my burden to bear anymore."
Esme glances over at Yosannah and the man talking to her.
Mat says "Night, sis, Me, Marla, Yosannah . . ."
Yosannah stands and takes a step after Damen, "So, now you're getting it." She shrugs, "It's not your burden to bear. At least you've heard something I've been saying. What do you want, Damen?" She lifts her shoulders and holds her hands outward with her palms up, uncertain.
Damen jabs his finger towards Yosannah. "I've told you what I want. I don't need to repeat myself. And your tryst with the bastard son of Amber and Chaos has showed me that we want different things. Isn't that what you wanted to hammer into my skull? Well now you get your wish."
Yosannah tilts her head and regards him. One might expect her to roll her eyes any moment, "Did I just say you were hearing me? My mistake if you continue to think that Merle has anything to do with this." She gestures toward herself, "This is about me. Me. And the things that have happened to me. This isn't about him. Why don't you get that?"
Damen says "Oh, I do. I do." And with that, he fades away...
Yosannah exhales, slumps her shoulders and mutters, "Sonuhvuh bitch."
Nightingale looks over to Yosannah with a smile and says, "He certainly is. You're better off without thim. The sort of man who causes scenes in restaurants is the sort of man who causes scenes in restaurants."
Ithius looks back, "Are you alright Yo?", he asks.
Yosannah seems to reflect for a moment. At Nightingale's words she glances overat the woman and offers her a light smile, "Thanks. Yeah," a single nod, "probably right. Sorry about that, folks.
Nightingale says, "You have nothing to be sorry for."
Yosannah offers them each a forced smile. "Lady. Dai, Ithius." And then turns toward the door...
Warehouse Studio...
Yosannah appears near the iron door, tarot in her hand. She lowers it to her side as she looks about the room, searching.
Damen stands in the middle of the solarium, fully-dressed as the water cascades over him. "You have approximately 30 seconds to remove yourself from my presence....or any shadow I can reach easily, Yosannah." He turns, gaze almost feral, silver flecks dancing wildly in his eyes, "Before I hurt you."
Her gaze falls on him as he is drenched, "Hurt me?" She wets her lips and slides the card into her pocket and pushes the sleeves of her jacket up her arm. "Aside from the fact that we're probably very equally matched, Damen, don't you think there is enough of that to go around already?" Her tone is calm. No sarcasm lingering in her voice.
Damen murmurs something softly as he reaches towards you, fingers clenched.
She lifts her left arm up to shield her eyes as if she knows what is coming. She turns her head away only slightly, gaze still seems focused foward. Whether it is on him is debateable...
Inky tendrils of black erupt from Damen's hands and arms, shredding the sleeves of his shirt in the process. It is almost as if a tattoo etched upon his body unwravels from his skin. They quickly snake out across the room like a viper, fanning out and spreading around Yosannah like a coccoon, before attempting to envelope her body.
Whatever defensive maneuver Yosannah had planned is distrupted as she is distracted, enveloped and then smothered. Then, with a quick jolt, the vines of Damen's spell thrust her across the room as if she were little more then a rag doll. She seems to crumble as her body slides down the length of the wall.
Damen growls low under his breath, advancing towards the direction she was thrown. "What did you think, Yosannah? That I would just shrug with a smile and accept that you choose to dally with Merlin rather than spend your life with me? That I would be content having half of your heart?"
She shakes her head and moans lightly as he approaches. The trump image on her left arm is clearly visable where she lays spralled out on the floor. She reaches her right hand to the back of her head and then looks to the crimson wetness that covers her fingers and lines the wall behind her. Midnight colored nimbus begin to fill the orbs of her eyes.
Damen stoops, kneeling beside you. He pounds his fist into the concrete of the floor. "I gave you my heart. I even gave you your space when you needed it. And this is what it gets me?! Merlin!" He snarls, "You want to be alone, Yosannah? Then let me grant you one last wish....he will cease to be. And then you can wallow in your own personal Hell....just as I do."
Her voice is smooth, even but laced with the tonal qualities of another. A second sound echoing behind her own intonation, "Listen to what you are saying.... Harming Merlin will not make you feel better Damen. This is insane..." She slowly slides her left hand to the trinket at her right wrist, fondling the item she murmers a single, inaudible command. And then, "You are insane."
Damen fehs, rising to his feet, your muttered incantation lost by the roar in his ears. "Get out of here, Yosannah. I don't want to see you again....I would rather burn out my own eyes than see your traitoruous face again. Dirty the sheets with your new lover....but do not sully my life with your presence again." He turns, moving away from you, the sleeves of his shirt hanging in tatters at his arms.
An azure-grey mist begins to pour forth from the bracelet on her right wrist - much in the way one might expect to see when a genie is summoned from a lamp. Gradually, a shape begins to take form beside her. Yosannah, for her part, kicks at the floor with both feet in an effort to right herself. She is only mildly sucessful and seems about to stand but slides down the wall again.
A pale charger now solidifies beside the woman. It's nostrils flare as it paws a hoof into the flooring. It dips it's head and nudges at the woman's shoulder. Yosannah's eyes flicker and her head droops foward, chin falling into her chest. It is clear now that she sustained an extremely large wound from being thrust into the wall. The hair at the back of her head is caked in blood.
Damen stops, turning his head to look back over his shoulder, "Are you still he..." His voice trails off as he spies the large horse. The rest of his body turns as he faces the animal. "Well, hidey-ho fucking Silver." he murmurs, as inky spots appear upon his skin, swirling into intricate Celtic patterns.
The creature snorts again. It steps forward, placing itself between Yosannah and Damen. It tosses it's head in his direction, large orb-like eyes tracking him as he moves across the room. There appears to be a glimmer in the creature's glare that evinces intelligence.
Damen gestures, "Take her home. She's staining my Persian."
The mare bobs it's head as if in reply. It steps beside her again and drops to its knees, one leg at a time. Yosannah, however, is not moving. The animal nudges her again without luck.
Damen frowns, his jaw clenching. "It is time for the Days of Old to once again leave their bitter scar over my soul....by my hand? Or by hers? Perhaps it is the story we made for ourselves when we twined each other's heart with bands of iron." He regards the horse, as if waiting for a reply. There is none. "She rips away my humanity." The ring around his finger twists, the skin rippling and she rises into the air, blood from the wound dripping to the floor. Her body comes to rest upon the mare's back. "Take her to her love....it is his turn now." His other hand arcs to the brick wall, which melts like molten quicksilver, letting the chill air in from the dead night.
The animal prances in place for a long moment as the night air spills into the studio. It flicks its head in Damen's direction though there is no sympathy for the man in the creature's gaze. Deliberate steps echo through the apartment as the creature carries the woman's motionless body out into the night...
Pasture Behind Webber's -- Banished Sun...
To the image of Despil, Yosannah is propped up against the side of a building. What appears to be a white mare stands nearby. The trump contact is weak and she mutters, "...Despil?"
The image of Despil says "Yo?"
To the image of Despil, Yosannah seems on the verge of consciousness, her eyes flicker lightly and belie that of someone who is completely coherent. "...please help me."
The image of Despil offers to pull you through....
Cabana...
Despil pulls you into his arms, and starts bringing the Logrus to mind. He asks, however, "What happened?"
Yosannah mutters lightly, eyes closed, "Damen."
Despil checks you over and sees how badly you're hurt.
Yosannah's only obvious wound is the gash at the back of her head. It is such that she has apparently been in and out of consciousness. Upon closer inspection, his logrus vision detects a slight concussion. Her eyes roll into her head as she seems to be slipping again.
Despil murmurs, "Stay awake, stay awake."
Yosannah'es eyes flutter at his voice, "... head feels like it's gonna explode. Hurts, Des."
Despil nods and says, "I know. I've had mine bashed in. You're going to be all right." He walks you to the bed. Lie down, slowly."
Yosannah steps lightly, weight against him. She lowers herself to the bed with his help. She is self conscious, "Despil, I'm sorry to trouble you." Her eyes close as she mutters, "... I'm not usually this much trouble..."
Despil smiles. "What are friends for?" He pulls in a basin of water and cloths. He asks, "Any painkillers that you're allergic to, don't work, or what?"
Yosannah swallows, "I have no alergy." She slides her hand over his arm, "... thank you."
Despil brings in some locals and touches you with Logrus. You can tell it's going right to your psyche, and he twiddles pain centers. "Keep talking to me."
Yosannah moans lightly at the invasion. Another swallow, "I think he's crazy. I spoke to him of Merle... mmm uhh," another moan. "... bad idea."
Despil applies some locals to the back of your head. He nods and says, "So he bashed your head in?"
Yosannah winces and fusses lightly, "Like I said. Insane." She adds, "He thew me across the room."
Despil injects lightly in a few places as he cleans up your scalp. "Where?"
Yosannah offers, voice low, "His apartment."
Despil starts knitting the skin back together with Logrus as he cleans you up. "Perhaps I should turn in my resignation."
Yosannah closes her eyes as he works, "Resignation. what do you mean?"
Despil says, "To the Gideon Club." It's not clear if he's serious or not, but he's irritated, you can tell that. He continues working on, patiently.
Yosannah reaches out a hand to clasp his, "Despil, not on my account..."
Despil squeezes her hand. "And why not?"
Yosannah's strength is diminished, obvsiously from the incident she endured, though the blood flow has ceased. Her voice is low, "Because I don't want the responsibility of being the reason for which you made the decision." She forces a meek smile, "It's selfish, I know."
Despil says, "I have an over-developed protective nature, especially when it comes to women." He continues and says, "You have a mild concussion. It's not that bad, thank heavens."
Yosannah offers, "Whatever you have done... it feels a million times better. I'm tired though."
Despil says "I think you'll be all right. I'll watch over you."
Yosannah closes her eyes, "Thank you. I don't deserve you..."
Despil smiles and says, "You're welcome."