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 Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 8:44 am
Owle shook her head. "If I ever need anything, I'll give you a call." She tapped the side of her own forehead. "Being a mind witch and all-" Here she smiled wryly. "-I think I'll be able to find you if I ever need a helping hand. Until then...just do me a favor by not blindly attacking my friends, okay?"
Kira really didn't owe Owle anything; she'd done for her what she would have done for anyone, and she'd done the horrible, terrible thing of attacking her mind. If anything, she could maybe be convinced that the scales were even...
But, she supposed if she ever urgently needed help and Kira was in the area, it couldn't hurt to know she'd get it.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 4:39 pm
Kira nodded a silent, solemn promise.
"Thank you again for caring for me. Unfortunately, I must take my leave; my belongings were left in the Stadium and I need them back."
She bowed politely to Owle once more, then strode past her and, subsequently, out the door.
She took absolutely no notice of the remainder of the goings-on outside, already lost in thought on her journey.
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 6:50 pm
"It's Rain you should thank; he's the one who carried you here, and stayed by your side night and day."
Owle sighed, but waved as Kira exited the Firebrand.
"Take care of yourself."
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 8:03 pm
Meanwhile just outside of the Firebrand, perhaps were Rain and the exiting Kira could notice it there was a bit of a commotion. Not in the rough and tumble bad guys are commin' sense, but the type of commotion that can only come from an older car struggling through Gambino. Y'see at that very moment an automotive of study, but not necessarily aesthetically appealing, make would be midway through the process of parking. That car was a volvo, a volvo volvo even. Sure it had been well maintained and had a nice new orange-brown sunburst type paint job on it, but that did not change what it was at heart. A old fashioned boxy but nice volvo.
The man stepping out of that car could definitely afford a faster, nicer, richer. redder car, that wasn't even a question. He simply drove the volvo out of spite.
That man was Joseph Brown.
He had since shed the formal wear, for him at least, that went along with smoozing at the tournament. Shedding most of the dressier articles, opting for more comfortable shoes, wearing ridiculous aviator sunglasses, keeping the brownish blazer for a touch of class, but wearing a yellow t-shirt adorned with a simple black print of a gear and the words "I am part of the problem". Mr. Brown took business casual and beat it with a tire-iron until the business part was too afraid to show its face. This is how he liked to do business, comfortable, laid back, at a bar, over a drink.
Speaking of which, the moment Joseph stepped out of his god awful junker pride and joy he immediately checked his watch.
"Good, s'not noon yet." He sized up the bar he'd invited himself into as he talked to himself, "Not gonna be starting late after all."
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 8:07 pm
((And here's reminding self that if I get time tomorrow, this is #3 on the list of places I need to post IC, and soon.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 24, 2007 11:43 pm
By the time Kira had walked past, and Joseph and pulled up, Rain was lying down off to the side of the walkway up to the front door. He wasn't relaxing, or passed out, or resting. Rather, he was trying to maintain composure.
Why was he trying to maintain composure, you ask? Funny you should mention that. Though out of sight of everyone, Rain's exploits hadn't quite ended when the door shut behind him. The details of what happened aren't exactly that important. Trust me on this one. No, just do.
Not only was he still wearing his new shoe, he had a few more accessories added to his person. Namely, the liquid contents of a bunch of grapes on his bottom; a kneecap made of a burst-open orange; his right hand coating in a red liquid of a squashed tomato; a smushed strawberry against his left cheek; the remains of... what was that, a kumkwat? A mango? Something exotic, anyways, across his chest; and on top of that all, the steel mixing bowl resting atop his cranium like a swanky new hat.
No, I'm not going to tell you what happened. Use your imagination.
Rain did not say a word as he watched the legs of Kira walk by from beneath the brim of his bowlhat, and thankfully, she did not say a word either. He watcher her go, lifting up the edge to see the rather dated car drive up. He was a bit perplexed as to who might drive such a vehicle, but he grinned sheepishly when he saw who stepped out.
"Heya, Mr. Brown!" he called out.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 1:09 am
Luke had dismissed himself to the yard to play, a few yards from the tavern, wrestling with the wolf he had as a companion. Wrestle wrestle. Eventually standing up, Luke would slide his hands through the grass/dirt, and pull a jacket from it, of no particular existance there-in. Leather, brown, and folded neatly.
He would unfold this, producing a white muscle-shirt from within, which he would throw over his torso, before adding the leather jacket over his shoulders. He'd straighten it out, blinking at the Volvo as Cass snuffled her head under his hand, the man gripping the beast gently by the scruff as she too watched.
His world... existed here? How? Why? What? Huh?
Dark talons grew, and his grip softened, as he combed his free hand through his hair.
"Who're you, eh?" Just before Rain, before he arched a brow and looked back to the man with a bowl on his head, and then back to the casual businessman.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 5:59 pm
"Who're you, eh?"
"Thirsty mostly." Joseph had finnaly sauntered into earshot, both hands buried deep into his pockets, "Though that's more an answer to what am I."
He then stopped when he heard the man he was looking for call out to him. It took him a moment to figure out where exactly the voice was comming from, though he atempted to make a baffled left and right look seem cool. He wasn't that sucessful. But he was able to recover his street cred when he diped his head to look over the rims of his sunglasses and spy the man on the ground. An extra few moments were needed for extra dramatic effect, and to take in the mess Rain was covered in.
"I like your shoes." Shrug, "Want to help me remedy this thirst problem Mr. Yupa? I'm sure we can get to discussion along the way."
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 6:18 pm
"Sounds like a plan to me." he replied without hesitation, standing up and dusting himself off. And by dusting himself off, I mean spreading more dirt into the sticky fruity liquids that covered his person, making him even more filthy. After about two seconds, he realized the pointlessness of this endeavor and shrugged, walking hobbling towards the front door.
Stepping through, but not lifting the brim of his hat to see, he called out to the bar in general, raising one index finger towards the ceiling dramatically. "BARKEEP! A drink for my friend and I, if you would be so kind!" He paused, and turned his head (?) and asked in a quieter tone to the man who was (hopefully) right behind him. "Bourbon alright?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 6:44 pm
Owle, who was still standing awkwardly beside her chair, blinked at Rain.
"What's gotten into you?" she asked. "And why are you wearing my mixing bowl on your head? Really, the plates and things are to eat things off of, and cook things with, not wear..."
Noticing they had another guest, who looked and felt familiar, Owle awkwardly ran her fingers through her more disheveled than usual hair. She'd done nothing to it after rolling out of bed, and was sure it looked less than presentable.
"You need a change of clothes more than you need a drink," she decided, looking at Rain appraisingly. "I can see if some of Rage's things will fit you, if you don't have spares yourself. Then I'll get the two of you something to drink. Okay?"
She raised an eyebrow, as if daring Rain to contradict her. Her eyes kept wandering over to his friend, though, trying to place that oh so familiar mind sig...
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 7:01 pm
Owle Isohos "What's gotten into you?" she asked. "And why are you wearing my mixing bowl on your head? Really, the plates and things are to eat things off of, and cook things with, not wear..." he replied, sweatdropping. Owle Isohos "You need a change of clothes more than you need a drink," she decided, looking at Rain appraisingly. "I can see if some of Rage's things will fit you, if you don't have spares yourself. Then I'll get the two of you something to drink. Okay?" He hesitated, before adding "Mr. B, you can start without me, I shall only be a minute. Then we can talk business like civilized folk."He began his solemn march towards the stairs, stopping at the base of them as if he had forgotten something. He took off the mixing bowl, and placed it oh so carefully atop of Owle's noggin, before continuing up the stairs. *step* *squish* *step* *squish* *step* *squish* *step* *squish* *step* *squish* *step* *squish* *step* *squish* *step* *squish* *step* *squish* *creeeek* *click*
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 7:15 pm
Rain Yupa "About three cantelopes, a half dozen bananas, four apples, a handful or two of berries, several carrots, several pieces of celery, and I think a papaya? ... I can pay for all of that." he replied, sweatdropping. Well, Owle hadn't been planning on asking him to pay for breakfast...but if he was volunteering, she wasn't about to protest. The Firebrand attracted freeloaders like honey attracted flies, and it would be simply astonishing to have a paying resident. Giggling at his comments about wearing breakfast, Owle almost didn't notice the name Mr. B go sailing through the air. And then... Rain Yupa He began his solemn march towards the stairs, stopping at the base of them as if he had forgotten something. He took off the mixing bowl, and placed it oh so carefully atop of Owle's noggin, before continuing up the stairs. Owle rolled her eyes upward, staring at the thing now balanced precariously on her head. She tilted it back, stuffed her hair in it, and decided that as long as it didn't fall off, it would hide her hair in shame until she got a chance to brush it. "Can I get you anything?" she asked to Rain's friend, whose name was just on the tip of her tongue.
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 7:16 pm
Joseph didn't need to be asked twice to sit down and drink. He rarely needed to be asked once. Thus with not much of a thought to formality, his guide's outfit, or the other fellow the A~E man followed behind Rain. Seriously, if he was any more casual he'd probably start yawning.
Then there was the magic word: bourbon.
"Either you've done your research, and trust me I appreciate that," He wasn't trying very hard to contain the grin that the prospect of good alcohol gave him, "Or you have good taste, and I appreciate that too. Or you're just a good guesser, which is probably the most useful in the long run. So yeah, bourbon it is."
And then, just as Joseph was about to make a mad dash for the bar there was an interception. The person speaking seemed mildly familiar... But he was without mind sigs to help him, and had to work against a memory riddled with holes. The speaker would remain unidentified.
"Well I suppose..." There was no need for Joseph to speak Rain had a plan it seemed. He'd let the guy work, so with a sidewise nod Joseph clamped his mouth shut. A few words, a step away, and the strategic placement of a bowl, and once again Joseph was on drinking schedule, "That I'll find us some seats. Don't take too long, I can't guarantee my state if they have anything good."
Course he was practically yelling at Rain up the stairs at that point, he'd have to turn his grin adorned attention to Owle.
"You don't suppose you could tell me where the good seats are," he put a mock hush to his tone, "I really don't know how to find the mythical good seat. Hell, I have no idea what I'm doing at all really, but I do need to look like I do for Mr. Yupa there."
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 7:23 pm
"Um..." Owle bit her lip, and looked out over the more or less empty bar.
"Try that one," she pointed to the one she usually sat in when she wasn't doing her duty behind the bar. "I haven't been killed once while I was sitting in that spot."
And she nodded, as if this was the mark of a very good seat. This motion, unfortunately, disturbed the bowl, which went flying with a clatter to the stone floor of the building.
Chagrined, Owle snatched it up and hid it behind her back. 'Hid it', in this context, meaning 'looked very silly trying to hide it since the bowl was wider than she was.'
"Excuse me for asking, but...you look really familiar, and I just can't place you. We have met before, right?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 25, 2007 7:37 pm
"Thank you very much for the recommendation." Nobody could really tell if Joseph was joking or not anymore, and that was a mastery of inflection he was proud of.
Once again all Joseph could do is watch. Things seemed to move in their own, ever so slightly strange, way around here. But hey, it was Gaia, stranger things have happened. In fact he was impressed that he had actually walked into a bar without being challenged to a duel, assaulted by ninja from the rafters, and charged with a quest to save the world all within the first five minutes. And people wondered why he drank alone.
"You know, I swore I could place you too. I couldn't, but he what can you do." He gave a slight shrug without ever taking his hands out of his pockets, "Anyway, you probably saw me in some god awful expose or maybe the tabloids. You know, fun and completely legitimate types of journalism that don't annoy the living crap out of me at all."
He was joking at this point, you could tell because his grin was a little more rounded now. Neither Joseph nor the author actually knew what that described, they just liked the sound of it.
"Anyway. Joseph Brown," He finally removed one hand for what many referred to as a shake, "You probably hate me."
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