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Kat followed after the old man, coming in from the kitchen. She was pink in the face, and it was clear she was the one who had been holding the yelling match. "If we don't fight now, we will never get another opportunity. St.Eva is special!" She slowed her pace as she noticed the others in the room, giving a nod to Tyson, who was the only one she wouldn't have recognized. "We have the chance to take them down, but we obviously need your help."

Kat let her eyes rove the room again, looking for more arguments in her favor. She gave both Maya and Tyson a curious look. It was easy to catch the slight heavier breathing, the slick sheen on their skin. They'd been fighting. "Obviously," Kat said, glancing back at the old man, "Not all those among you share the same view. Fighting is sometimes the only way."

The old man stomped his foot on the ground. "We do not fight." He glanced over at Tyson, a slight frown crossing his lips. The boy was toned for fighting, despite being too thin. There was an odd sense of recognition in the old man's eyes, as well as a shadow of regret. He was quiet for a heartbeat of a second, as if choosing what to say. "You are young," he said to Tyson, before glancing back at Kat, making it unclear as to whom he was referring. "When you see what the violence brings, when the scars are on friend and foe alike, then you will understand."

Marcus and Rook stood in the dining area, Rook's eyebrows raised as the old man was shouting. As they burst into the room, Rook stepped forward, raising his arms to the sides.
"Whoa, whoa, WHOA! What in the hell did you do, Kat?"

Maya glided into the main restaurant area as if there wasn't fighting going on. She sat at a table and picked up a menu, perusing the choices. She had wrapped a kerchief around her head as a sweatband and draped her coat over the chair next to her. With a grin, she closed the menu and tossed it casually onto the table. "So...I'll take that as a yes?" she said to the old man. To her, it seemed as if the was trying to convince himself not to fight.

Mae moved to stand beside Tyson, whispering low so he could understand somewhat what was going on. "Kat," she said, quietly, "is the redhead, she is what my grandfather would call a drunkard with a bag of fireworks. She, and others like her, want us to fight against the keepers, those who monitor and control the use of powers. We, however, have always been passive, like a streaming river. We move the land piece by piece, we do not break it." Mae took a small breath, "at least that is how it has been before...but times are not like they were before. The old dog, was one of the peace bringers in the organization, not particularly powerful himself, but his effect was...priceless. The blues are a faction in the organization. They have always fought for power, and the old dog kept them at bay. He died years ago, and the balance has since been upset, especially with St. Eva."


The old man looked over at Maya as she sat at the table. His eyes narrowed slightly. "You, I do not know. Are you bringing trouble to us here? Another who thinks with fists and not heart?"

Omar Sat back and observed the conversation that was going on between Kat and the old man. He was getting a little frustrated by all the unnecessary chit chatter. All he wanted was some food and now it seem he was caught in a storm of words. "I don't mean to talk out of turn old man, and I don't care if I do. My uncle, a wise man said "THERE IS NO AVOIDING WAR, IT CAN ONLY BE POSTPONED TO THE ADVANTAGE OF YOUR ENEMY." He said loud enough for almost every single person in the room to hear. But Through Omars frustration lighting flashed and thunder roared outside the restaurant due to the his anger building up.

After rubbing her ears a bit, Maya watched Tyson. With a nod, she began to reply. Yah, Omar can get that way. I'm pretty sure, however, that the answer is a reluctant yes. No way this old dude is going to stand up to his daughter or whatever. And I'm just as in the dark as you are about the whole "Plan" thing. As far as I know, I'm just a recruiter. Sorry. She gave him an apologetic shrug.