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Nash's Gardens...
Dr.hades nods to Nash's words, standing
as he does so.
Yosannah yells out from the entrance,
"Naaash." She looks around, "You here?"
Nash gets up from a bench near the sheds,
looking towards the entrance and muttering, "Oh, bloody
hell."
Dr.hades looks towards the sounds of the
voice, straightening his glasses as he peers over.
Yosannah enters the garden, she appears
to be holding some sort of trinket in her left hand. She tugs at her
lower lip with her teeth.
Nash tells the Doctor, "Come and meet
Yosannah. The woman for whom I'm planning planting a remote-control
catapult at the entrance for." he starts to wander that way, shouting
across to Yosannah, "What?"
Dr.hades grins, trailing
along.
Yosannah steps more fully into the room
and begins to appraoch Nash, "I'm looking for... Oh." She notes
Dr.hades with a pause, "I am sorry. You have company." Is she sincere
in her apology?
Nash eyes the thing in Yosannah's hand.
"What are you looking for?"
Dr.hades gives a wave, "Hello there." he
greets her, "Pardon my face," he adds,"I traded it not that long ago
for knowledge."
Yosannah opens her mouth to answer Nash
but is interrupted by Dr. Hades, "Wuh?" She looks the man over:
Gaunt and hollow eyed, this
six foot tall skeletal figure is clad in wrinkled clothes. He wears
grey slacks and black shoes as well as a rumpled button down white
shirt with a tie that has upon it a rather ugly floral pattern. Over
his shirt he sports a white, if not recently cleaned lab coat and his
front shirt pocket are several pens kept well in check by a pocket
protector. His attention rarely seems directly on the matter at hand,
rather his mind often seems busy on other unknown tasks. His face is
colored a mottled grey and he has no ears, nose or lips to speak of.
Deep set into his skull are two dark eyes which appear wide and
distorted behind his thick glasses. When he speaks, his voice sounds
like sandpaper grating on metal and his face seems locked in a
hideous grin.
Nash glances at the doctor. "You don't
have to apologise for that all the time, you know. You're just avant
gard."
Dr.hades grins at Yosannah. He tells
Nash, "I just think it's polite, is all."
Yosannah offers, "I'd say so."
Nash hmm's, "Still, if I started every
new aquaintance off with, 'Hi, I'm Nash, a dangerously twitchy
multi-creature who eats raw flesh' I think I'd be even shorter on
friends than I am already. Honesty is good. Just not all at
once."
Yosannah says, "No, no. That's the sort
of information I'd want to know. Anyway..."
Nash looks back to Yosannah, "You were
looking for something."
Dr.hades looks back and forth between the
two of you now.
Yosannah nods, her focus turning back to
Nash, "Your other friend. Anubis? I have no way to reach him, and I
need to have a word or two. I thought, perhaps, you might be able to
help me."
Dr.hades clears his throat, stepping back
from this conversation.
Nash frowns. "Anubis went
away."
Yosannah makes little note of Dr.Hades'
gesture as she asks of Nash, "What? What do you mean?"
Nash says "He went away. I don't know
when or if he's coming back. Which is what you wanted, if I
recall."
Yosannah inhales deeply and then exhales,
"When?"
Nash waves a hand, "It doesn't matter
when."
Yosannah snaps, "It does to me."
Nash snaps right back, "Well tough
fucking titty. You're inconvinienced, I'm down a friend. Now piss
off."
Yosannah mutters under her breath -
something inaudible, as she slides her fingers over the trinket at
her wrist, "Friend?" She asks in disbelief, "Then you'd think you'd
want to help me, Nash."
Nash says "Why?"
Yosannah furrows her brow, "Nash, I'm not
interested in harming the man. I need to find him to help
him."
Nash says "But you won't tell me why he
needs help. No. I'm tired of you people coming around telling me how
to feel or trying to use me to get what you want. Good day to you,
madame. I believe you know the way out."
Dr.hades speaks up, "I'm interested in
hearing why he needs help."
Yosannah obviously has no intention of
leaving. She object at her wrist begins to pulse softly, a soft mist
begins to pour forth from it.
Nash steps back and to the side rapidly,
providing cover for Hades as he draws one pistol from inside his coat
and the other from the small of his back.
Dr.hades blinks in surprise, doing little
else.
Yosannah makes no gesture at the sight of
Nash's weapons, instead, her gaze follows the mist as it becomes more
pronounced - the form of a large white Pegasus begins to materialize
in front of her, wings fluttering and stretching as the mare tosses
its head.
Nash aim's both his pistol at Yosannah,
"Drop the magic, or I drop you. Now!"
Dr.hades just steps back and watches this
all wide eyed.
At Nash's words the creature rears up on
its hind legs. Its wings flutter, causing a mad rush of wind about
them as a cry escapes it's lips - piercing eardrums. Yosannah turns
her head away from the gust of wind and raises her arms in front of
her face in an effort to shield her eyes.
Nash maintains his aim for, oh, 0.01 of a
second before he brings his hands up to cover his ears, pistols and
all, grimacing and then crying out.
Dr.hades is standing a bit back from the
commotion, but probably close enough to be caught in whatever is
going on.
After a long moment the mare's cry ends
and she lowers her wings to her sides.
Yosannah moves foward, standing beside
the creature, her hand reaches up to its neck where she strokes
lightly, "Nash..." she asks as if uncertain how he may have been
effected.
Nash's hands drop from his head, although
he's still grimacing. Pistols aimed groundward now. "Yes?"
Yosannah swallows and then exhales,
perhaps out of relief, "Anubis, Nash. Where is he?"
Nash's words trip out lifeless from his
lips, "Egypt."
"Is he still alive?"
Nash says "I don't know."
Dr.hades brought his hands up as well for
a moment, but now seems similary stunned.
The Pegasus tosses its head with a snort.
Yosannah asks, "What happened to him?"
Nash shakes his head slightly, "I don't
know. He left the collective."
Yosannah furrows her brow in an effort to
digest his words. She mouths, 'collective,' and then asks, "Is Death
still with him?"
Nash says "He is death. The jackal that
guides the way."
Yosannah shakes her head, "The Rider,
Nash. Is the Rider still with him."
Nash says "I don't know."
Yosannah raises a brow and is obviously
concerned with his response, "What do you mean? What makes you say
that?"
The mare stomps at the ground.
Nash says "I cannot distinguish between
the rider and it's agents when they are together, they all just taste
different. All gone or sleeping. The rider is gone or sleeping. With
Anubis or not, I do not know."
Yosannah closes her eyes and drops her
head as she mutters, "...gone. No." She shakes her head, "When." She
lifts her gaze to him again, "When is it that you think he left of
went to sleep?"
Nash says "Over time. Anubis first,
Nergal last. Month ago, maybe two, who knows - we cross worlds and
worlds and time ticks fast or slow and I am not sure."
The creature turns its head in Dr.hades'
direction, large eyes falling on the man.
Yosannah glances at Dr.hades as she asks
Nash, "What happened before he 'went to sleep'?"
Dr.hades stands, staring a bit
blankly.
Nash says "Who?"
"Anubis. What happened to him right
before he went to sleep? What were you doing?"
Nash says "Asking him not to
go."
Yosannah sigh and shakes her head. She
looks to Dr.hades and asks, "And you, I don't suppose you know
Anubis?" She clutches the item in her hand tightly.
Dr.hades answers with a single
nod.
Yosannah raises a brow at this, "You do?"
She is obviously surprised, "And the Rider Death? Do you know the
Rider as well?"
Dr.hades nods again, responding, "I
traded my face with Death."
Yosannah nods, "I see. Where is Death,
Sir. Do you know?"
Dr.hades shakes his head, answering only,
"He rests, waiting."
"Rests where?"
Dr.hades responds, "In the
stranger."
Yosannah is fustrated, "The Stranger. Who
the hell is that? Fucking, Billy Joel?"
Dr.hades shakes his head, "No." he
answers simply.
Yosannah sighs, "Who is the
stranger?"
Dr.hades tells Yosannah, "The one who has
Death."
"Where is the stranger?"
Dr.hades glances a bit before responding,
"Gone."
Yosannah asks, "Who took him?"
Nash idly scratches his forhead with the
barell of a pistol.
Dr.hades thinks before answering, "Death
did."
Yosannah shakes her head and reaches into
her pocket, withdrawing a card as she mutters, "... this makes no
sense..." She looks to Nash one more time, "Nash, I...
Nevermind."
Dr.hades just stands there
now.
Yosannah focuses on the card in her
hand....
Nash glances at Yosannah as she says his
name, then looks away again.
Later...
You stare at the image of
Despil...
To the image of Despil,
Yosannah says "Dez?"
The image of Despil looks over and says,
"Yo."
To the image of Despil, Yosannah says
"Are you busy?"
The image of Despil says, "A bit. What's
up?"
To the image of Despil, Yosannah says "I
was hoping we could chat. I thought, maybe, if you had
time..."
The image of Despil says "I'm in the
midst of something -- if you can stand slight distraction, that's
fine, otherwise I'll call you back when I'm done."
To the image of Despil, Yosannah nods,
"Please. I don't want to interrupt. If you could contact me when
you're free..."
The image of Despil says "I will do
that."
To the image of Despil, Yosannah says
"Thank you, Despil."