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Rivener noticed it first. He'd been sitting at a table near the windows with Aphismet, the two men enjoying a quiet cup of coffee while waiting for the worst of the rain to stop. Their shopping trip wasn't really ruined, but it might be if this downpour kept up. Riv's mood had been dipping, and he'd chanced a glance around the shop, examining the other patrons. That's when he'd spotted it, just carelessly tumbling out of a purse on a table.

"Is that what I think it is?" Riv whispered to Aphismet, subtly angling his head towards the soul bottle.

Aphismet blinked up from his cup, following Rivener's line of vision and easily figuring out what the Sigel meant. "Oh... Wow, looks like it. What are the odds? Two bottles in a month? We'd never even seen one apart for yours before." The chef smiled lightly, but that look fell clear off his face as Rivener got up with a clatter of his chair.

The Scorpion, his wings still bandaged and wounded, floated towards the woman silently and picked up the bottle, hefting it carefully. He waited a moment before turning cold eyes down towards the woman. "You shouldn't be so cavaleer with this, you know. It could break or be stolen... It was just lying there out of your purse!"

Aphismet swore under his breath and covered his eyes with a hand. Why did Rivener have to be so confrontational all the time, damnit? "R-Riv, come on, I'm sure she is usually very careful." The chef's voice drifted from his table as the man leaned a little closer to the scene, hoping to get his Raevan to stop before this turned into a scene.

Rivener flinched downward to help catch the bottle, had she truly dropped it. He doubted those things were really all that fragile, but it was best not to tempt fate. That was a potential life this woman was holding, she should treat it as such!

At least she knew it could be dangerous. Rivener hadn't appreciated having something snatched from him like that, with frantic exclamations following closely. His impression of this person was dropping by the second.

But then, as she finally looked at him, the woman was so wonderfully awestruck that Rivener felt instantly better, smirking lightly and placing both hands on his hips to allow her to get a proper look at him. "Hn," he scoffed lightly, tilting his chin up. "Maybe you're not a total idiot, if you know enough to be impressed by me."

"Rivener, good gracious." This time Aphismet's voice did hold an edge of frustrated impatience, the chef finally getting to his feet to come stand next to his ward. "No one likes a show-off." He sighed and offered a hand to the irishwoman, smiling rather sheepishly. "H-hello, I'm Aphismet Delaran. This here's Rivener, don't mind him and his ego."

Riv simply crossed his arms, huffing in annoyance at having the wind stolen from his sails.

Aphismet took the offered hand and shook it with a friendly smile, committing the name to memory. "Doe. Pleased to meet you." She didn't seem offended, which was definitely a good thing. Rivener might have gotten on most people's nerves with that arrogance... The chef decided he could let his guard down a little bit and allow the Sigel to interact without needing a buffer, this once. Although Aphi would still be watching, of course.

Riv bristled slightly at the laughter, but he didn't detect a mocking tone. That went a long way in keeping his temper from flaring; he'd instinctively try to snap his wings open if he got mad, and that would no doubt hurt. Keeping his cool was a lot more important than usual lately. Riv shook Doe's hand a moment after it was offered, having glanced at it first as though considering if it should be done or not.

"I'm bigger than which one?" Riv asked, curious as to who this woman had met already. "And the reason I'm bigger is that I'm older, probably. I evolved." The Scorpion looked rather proud of himself at this, and as usual Aphismet snickered and hurried to burst that bubble.

"Like a pokémon!" the chef chuckled, the grin widening as Rivener glared daggers.

"No, NOT like THAT. Hmph! Anyway, have you had the bottle long? You should hurry and catch something so I can have more kin." Riv was in a rush to change the topic now, although he still hoped she'd answer his first question about which other she'd met.

Rivener glared at Aphismet in warning as soon as the woman asked what a pokemon was. The chef laughed, but kept his mouth shut on the subject. Rivener harrumphed, turning his nose up and sniffing at the man. "I don't know a Ripley," the Scorpion answered, marking it as another newborn he'd not met yet. There seemed to be so many now. "As for your capture, what are you going to get?"

"Riv, that might be a little impolite to ask. Don't you think?" Aphi cautioned, noticing how introverted and subdued Doucette had become. Perhaps she didn't want to talk about it?

"How is it impolite? It's just a question. If she doesn't want to answer, she won't, that's all." Riv crossed his arms, tilting his head at the woman. "Is something the matter about it?" he pressed, frowning in very mild concern.

Rivener frowned at learning that she might have broken it, although Doucette quickly added that she'd just been mistaken, there was nothing wrong with the bottle. She then showed the bottle closer, admitting that she'd not really thought of much that could "match", whatever that meant. Match the Essence she was supposed to combine with it? Rivener wasn't aware of the bottle's decorations having anything to do with the soul that bottle ended up taking.

The frown deepened at the question of what he thought, although it wasn't angry in the least. He frowned more in frustrated confusion, not knowing why she'd need to think about this so much, not knowing what needed to "match", but too proud to ask. "I think you should hurry up and fill it," the Scorpion answered matter-of-factly, making his Guardian sigh.

"I'm sorry he's so rude," Aphismet offered with a none-too-impressed look towards Riv. "...I don't know of anything that color, though. Some kind of jellyfish maybe?" It was the first thing that came to mind, mostly from cute animated movies where such creatures were colored pastel and pretty. The chef doubted real jellyfish were candy-pink, though.

Rivener simply snickered as the others talked among themselves, getting the idea that a jellyfish might be a good soul choice. Riv wondered what that might look like, a jelly-fish Raevan. Would their wings be made of tendrils or something? A jellyfish was just such a-... a formless blob. How would Kyou ever make a Raevan out of that? Although to be fair, the soul of anything at all doesn't have a shape either. So Riv ended up just shrugging at himself: Kyou know what he's doing, I guess.

Aphismet smiled as his idea seemed to be a good one, mirroring Doucette's own. "Well there you go! Make sure you pick a pretty-colored one." The chef nodded his head, turning to Riv at the question now posed. With a motion of his hand Aphi invited the Scorpion to answer, not that Riv ever really needed his permission, he knew.

"I'm made of a piece of the night sky, and a scorpion," the Sigel answered, raising his head rather proudly and smirking in that way that denoted him as superior. He didn't use that expression a lot lately, but perhaps having his wings broken and latched back were forcing him to try and be impressive and intimidating in other ways. "With some people it's usually easy to tell at least part of their make-up. Like Lulu's obviously a rabbit of some sort. And Iorek's obviously a rock monster or something. And Vyn's a flower! And if my wings weren't hidden like this from the damned bandages, it'd be obvious that there's Scorpion in me." Riv sighed in annoyance, glaring over his shoulder. He missed his wings, dammit!

Doucette's question to Rivener was one the Scorpion often asked himself. "I honestly don't know anymore," Riv answered honestly, raising eyebrows as he slipped a hand through his hair. "I'd guess around twenty or thirty? I know a bunch, but there always seem to be more popping up that I've never met or heard of. Maybe Zul would know better." The Demon did go to the lab often with Alex, and got to meet many of the newborns. Maybe the demon would indeed know! Or if all else failed, Rivener could always get off his lazy bum-... or lazy ribbon in his case, and look up the Contact List. That should have all Raevans listed!

Something else Doucette mentioned suddenly caught Rivener's interest. "Aurora Borealis?" he repeated, his eyes lighting up with interest.

Aphismet groaned, recalling very well the other Raevan made of night-sky stuff that Riv had met: Prajna. Rivener did get along well with Prajna, if one could put it that way... "Riv," the chef began, completely ignored as the Sigel plowed on.

"I always wanted to see that for myself! They show it sometimes at the planetarium, in the display room, with the light show and all that, but it's not the same, I'm sure. It must be SO pretty, the display lights certainly were! I'm sure I'll get along really well with your Raevan, you'll have to let me meet him or her as soon as you're able! And yes, of course I'll show you my wings when they're healed! Do you already have names picked if it's a boy or a girl? I wonder which one it'll be."

The Scorpion's mood had done quite a one-eighty, but Aphismet was loathe to believe things would just suddenly turn out that well. What if Rivener tried to "feed" off Doucette's ward the same way he'd fed off Prajna? Dark eyes narrowing in a frown, Aphi sighed and figured he'd best keep in mind to give Doucette a warning, when Riv's attention shifted away. IF it shifted away.