February 18, 2003
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Shoreline Outside Vrokk City...

Yosannah sits on the Vrokk beach running her fingers through irridescent purple sand. She feels a tingling sensation in the back of her mind. Closing her eyes, she tries to focus...

The image of Martin stands by a tree, carbine slung from a shoulder. "Yosannah?" He says, tenative and questioning lilt. "It's Martin."

To the image of Martin, Yosannah stands up and drops a handful of sand onto the beach, "Martin? Where are you?"

The image of Martin glances about, narrow-eyed, "Oh, nowhere in particular, nowhere of note, anyhow. What can I do for you?" He rubs at his chin, thoughtful, "You called the other day, but I was in the middle of something."

To the image of Martin, Yosannah laughs, "You heard my call." She frowns, "Wait, you heard my call and ignored me? How dare you!" She puts her hands on her hips.

The image of Martin pushes off of the tree, straightening. Conciliatory smile, "

To the image of Martin, Yosannah alows a smile to peek out of the corner of her mouth, "Forgiven. For now. Let me pull you through."

The image of Martin scratches at his cheek, eying her sideways, "Where are you?" Just a little suspicious sounding, smile grown wispy.

To the image of Martin, Yosannah says "Oh, gosh. When are you Amberites gonna get over your paranoia? I'm in Vrokk for god's sake." She reaches out toward him,"Come on."

The image of Martin says "Ever had an uncle try to sacrifice you to the dark gods? No? I didn't think so."He sniffs and then grasps her hand...

Yosannah stands there, barefoot in the sand, for a moment and then jumps at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Martin flinches a bit, posture like a coiled spring, but he manages not to freak out. Instead, has a big grin and puts his arms around yher, loosely. "Hey, it'sgood to see you, too," He offers, lamely.

Yosannah steps back and looks him up and down. She shoves at his arm playfull,"Where have you been? How have you been?" She is obviously excited.

Martin sticks her card in a pocket, shrugs lightly and rubs the back of his neck "Oh, here and there. Saving the world. I'm doing alright, but life's busy when you aren't slacking. It's still a bit of a shock. What about you?"

Yosannah settles her excitement and drags a toe through the sand, "Good. So what's this about playing a gig?"

Martin stands on the balls of his feet, talks a little too fast. His eyes wide open now, unsquinted. Not /quite/ like he's on something, but - it's hard to say. Could just be on edge. Martin sticks his hands behind his back, where they fidget, "A uh...spoken word piece, down Amber-side. I was playing with these guys in Vrokk for a while but they're all after cash to buy drugs down there, you know?"

Yosannah shakes her head, smile playing on her lips,"No, I don't know about the 'drugs'. Hey, I saw your dad about a month or so back."

The tension in his shoulders makes the fidgeting obvious, and he smiles a tenuous smile. "Wow, you saw him huh? I haven't seen him in years. I heard...heard he'd turned into some kind of burnout or something."

Yosannah studies you for a moment, "Uh, well, no more then his kid," she teases. "Hey, is everything alright with you?"

Martin sniffs a little, at the poking of fun, "/He's/ the one who's supposed to set the examples, y'know." Quick shrug, "Oh, man, I'm great, but... so busy, you know? So many things that need to be done."

Yosannah furrows her brow, "Yeah. Well, sometimes parents forget to be just that - parents." She offers, "You don't seem well. Come on, tell me what's up."

Martin sets his gun down and has a seat by it, lights up a cigarette. "I'm fine, good, et cetera," He says, glances up at her, "Just got a lot going. There's this thing in Begma, my niece and brother over in Chaos, and..." He grins, almost in spite of himself, "I think I'm in love."

Yosannah kneels in the sand and smiles, "Love? Is that what this is all about? Who is the lucky lady?"

"Some if it, yeah," Martin says, shakes his head and has a long draw on the cigarette, "I don't think I ought to say. You'll laugh at me, and she doesn't know yet anyway."

"I would never betray a confidence. You know that."

Martin says "I know, but I think I ought to tell her, first. And then if she turns me down, no one's the wiser, right?" He grins a little.

Yosannah sits in her heels, "But what about my burning curiosity?"

Martin eyes you, sidelong, and then laughs.

Yosannah slaps at his arm, "Come on!"

Martin winces, exaggerated, and puts a hand to the his wounded arm, "Oh, alright. I can't say no to the threat of violence. Promise not to laugh?"

Yosannah makes a cross over her chest, "And hope to die."

Martin looks out at the ocean and says, /very quietly/, "D..a."

"What?"

Martin coughs.

"I can't hear you."

Martin says "Dara. I think I love her. It's...really weird, I know."

Yosannah's eyes widen, "Merle's mother?"

Martin nods, lips all pursed up.

Yosannah seems mildly perplexed, "hmmm. Well, that's very... How should I put this. Interesting." She nods in an effort to be supportive.

Martin takes a long breath and exhales it, heavily, "Well, at least you're not, you know, laughing." Glances at her, squintily, "Interesting, huh?"

"I promised I wouldn't. What are you going to do?"

Martin says "I'm not really sure. I thought about proposing, but I'm pretty sure that's a really bad idea. Something...small, to start with. You know. Since she has /no fucking idea/." He looks at her, hopefully, "Got any ideas?"

Yosannah nods in agreement, "Yeah, proposing to someone who has no fucking idea is a bit much. I don't know what to tell you. I mean, I don't know much about her. I met her once through her son, and it wasn't a fun experience."

Martin scratches his jaw a little, nods, "I...tend to go overboard, sometimes, I've noticed." Defensive, but only a little, "She's...just a little odd around, uh, people, you know. Old Chaosian upbringing. She's really not like that."

Yosannah nods in an effort to be reassuring, "I'm sure. So, does meeting her coincide with what's going on with your neice and brother in Chaos?"

Martin shakes his head, "No way, I've known her forever. They're just getting arough time of it, that's all. From some guy in Kolzin."

Yosannah considers, "I didn't know you have family with Chaosian blood-ties."

Martin chuckles, lightly, "Me neither. I just met Joshua a while back, one of my dad's more recent neglected children. And his kid's somebody in Chaos."

"Joshua. That name sounds familiar - though I'm not sure why."

Martin offers, "He's shot a lot of people."

Yosannah snaps her fingers, "That must be it."

Martin digresses, "I think I'm going to ask her out, maybe dancing or something. Girls still like dancing, right?"

Yosannah nods as a smile plays on her lips, "Some. I have a hard time figuring the woman I met as a dancer, but who knows." She moves to stand and then extends her hand to help him up. "You'll figure it out."

Martin takes her hand, carbine slung over his opposite shoulder as he stands. "Or I'll fuck it up," He grumbles, "But thanks for the support."

Yosannah nods, "Of course. Listen," She reaches down for her shoes, tucking her socks inside them after rolling them into little balls, "Stop by the Sun. Don't be a stranger. We miss you."

Martin says "I'll do that. It's been cool talking to you--thanks for calling. I won't ignore it, next time. Unless, you know, I'm busy."

"And I couldn't blame you for not answering if you were 'busy'. She leans toward him and kisses his cheek, "Good luck." She reaches in her pocket for a card.

Martin says "Take care, Yo."

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