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May 17, 2003
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Elbridge - Banished
Sun...
Yosannah steps out of the inn, keys in
hand. She turns to lock the door, seemingly in a hurry.
Nash is in the process of passing by, the
large yellow tome of the Yellow Pages in his hand, leafing through
pages rapidly as he walks.
Yosannah turns toward a car parked just
outside the Inn - a blue Lexis. She glances to the side of the Inn
where a number of tree branches cover the area. Sighing, she heads
toward the car.
Nash notices Yosannah and there's a
*paff* of the yellow pages hitting the pavement as he frees his hands
the fastest way possible and stuffs one hand into his jacket and the
other behind his coat at the small of his back.
Yosannah is looking through the keys in
her hand when the book hits the ground. She looks up abruptly, gaze
falling to Nash. She is motionless and expressionless.
A well dressed, clean cut man walks by,
with a steaming cup in his hand. He smiles at you and mentions,
"Nothing like a good cup of coffee..."
Nash's hands remain under cover at the moment, although there are two distinct metallic clicks from beneath the cover as he stares at her, saying quietly, "You made one hell of a big mistake with me." The resident coffee man is blithely ignored.
Yosannah nods and exhales, "And so. Now
what? Are you going to shoot me in the street, Nash?" She shrugs, "I
couldn't stop you if you wanted to."
The man raises a brow at Yosannah and
Nash's conversation, he pauses on the sidewalk, looking between the
two of them.
Nash wrinkles his nose, "You'd deserve it
if I did, you bitch."
Yosannah sighs, "Nash, I've been called
far worse by better people." She shrugs, "Do what you need to
do."
Nash says "It's not hard to be better
than you. You spent too long hanging around with that dickwad Damen,
you think you can do anything to people and it's just your right to,
right?"
An ogre of a man lumbers past you,
turning his unshaven face your way for a moment to leer maniacally in
your direction.
Yosannah shakes her head as she tucks her
hands into her pockets, "No, it's not that at all. "
Nash says "You lying even to yourself?
What the hell else was /that/? You come into my home, refuse to leave
and force me to rat on my best friend. I can't think of a more
profound lack of respect than that."
Yosannah raises a brow, "Rat on your best
friend? Is that what you thought I was looking for you to do?" She
bites at her lower lip, "Interesting."
Nash growls, "It's what you
/did/."
Yosannah nods, "I'm not going to try and convince you otherwise, Nash. My efforts at convincing you that what I'm doing is altruistic have never been successful, so I won't start now." She asks, "What is it that you'd like to happen now then?"
Nash says "Oh so you were alturistically
fucking with my head? Serpent, you're the poster child for self
delusion, aren't you?"
"Nash," She exhales, "We can move on, or
sit here and insult each other all night, what's it gonna
be."
Nash says "You're going to regret what
you did, Yosannah. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and
for the rest of your life."
Yosannah slides a hand out of her pocket
and looks down at the keys therein, "There's a lot I regret, Nash. I
don't need a lecture from you."
Someone rushes by you, glancing behind
him as a mob chases him down. As they move past, you hear them
yelling something like, "Death to Oxmyrth!"
Nash tenses a little at your movement,
"Yah, even now I'm just a speck to you, right? Well, listen up -
don't come near me asking after Hank again." he sidesteps the mob
deftly, waiting for them to pass before he says, "I've moved out of
here. You turn up at my new home, I'll gun you down, no
questions."
Yosannah looks to the sky and mutters
something softly to herself as she does, "I have to go, Nash. I need
to get out of this shadow." She asks, with a hint of sarcasm, "That
is, if you're done with me."
Nash draws the gun out of his coat, his
left hand still at the small of his back. He aims it at her car still
looking at her as he fires off a couple of shots.
The sound of air escapes one of the tires
as a bullet enters, 'phhfffff'. She exhales in irratation but,
otherwise, makes no comment.
Nash says "One day, Yosannah, you're
going to treat someone like shit who has even less patience for your
insecurity than I do. Feel free to leave now. Hope you never come
back."
Yosannah states, shortly, "Yeah." She
moves toward the car, opens it's door and moves to slide
inside.
Nash watches her go, gun still out. In
the distance a siren can be heard.
Yosannah closes the car door. From inside
the car a few furtive movements can be seen and then a pause. After a
moment she begins to fade...
Later, A Trump call...
Yosannah has established contact with Despil.
The image of Despil says "Yo. It's Despil."
To the image of Despil, Yosannah says "Despil. Hi. What do I owe the pleasure."
The image of Despil says "It's a social call. I wanted to see how you were doing."
To the image of Despil, Yosannah seems weary, "I'm okay. I had um... Where are you?"
The image of Despil says "In Sawall."
To the image of Despil, Yosannah says "Perhaps you could give me your hand."
The image of Despil offers to pull her through.
Despil's Chambers...
Yosannah's hand lingers in yours, "Thank you."
Despil squeezes your hand and smiles. "You're welcome. It's good to see you."
She lets a meek smile escape her lips, "Somehow I suspect you mean that."
Despil smiles back and nods. "What gave you that impression?"
Yosannah slides a hand up to her neck and scratches lightly, "I'm not sure." She shrugs, "You convey honesty. I never doubt the things you say. That's rare around here."
Despil mmms and smiles a bit. He nods. "How is your neck?"
Yosannah tilts her head, self-consciously, "Fine. It's not as bad as it might look."
Despil says "That's good to hear. May I get you a drink?"
Yosannah nods, "Coffee would be great." She moves toward the couch, "I've kinda gotten used to it."
Despil steps over to the bar and starts up the automatic maker, "How are things? How is the symbiote?"
Yosannah bites at her lips and smiles at his words. "Symbiote," she repeats. She seems to be trying it on for size. "Quiet. Uncannily so. Though, I... Do you think it's wrong of me to use its abilities for myself?"
Despil asks, "What are the abilities?" He pours two cups of coffee and sits next to you.
Yosannah exhales slowly and then slides a bracelet off her wrist and holds it up for him, "We each have one of these. Or last I knew we all did. I used this on Nash Cragvale to get him to tell me about another symbiote."
Despil says "Another of the Horse -- people?"
Yosannah lets out a short chuckle, "Yes. Horse people."
Despil says "Why am I thinking of jodhpur-clad, Pimms-sipping demons?"
Yosannah furrows her brow, "What?"
Despil says "The Horse People of the Apocalypes."
Despil clears his throat. He looks at the bracelet. "May I?" He asks, not yet reaching for it.
Yosannah nods, "Sure." She holds it out for him, "Pretty, isn't it."
Despil takes it and looks at it closely. He nods and asks, "What does it do?"
Yosannah hmmms, "It um...summons a creature of sorts." She studies it as well, eyes sporadically looking to Despil's in effort to ascertain information from his expression, "Though, it's different depending on where I am. I've never used it here in the Courts."
Despil hmms and nods, looking over to her, and back to it. "Most interesting." He hands it back.
Yosannah takes the bracelet and slides it back over her wrist, "Mmm. I used this when I was talking to Nash. He wasn't too happy with me, obviously. And I certainly don't blame him for being upset." She sighs, "Maybe I shouldn't have done that."
Despil nods and says, "Interesting, interesting." He says "I can't say whether you should or shouldn't have."
Yosannah nods, "I know. I suppose I'm more disappointed that I wasn't able to convince Nash that it was the right thing." She turns her head to him, "I suppose it's hard to convince others when you can't convince yourself, right?"
Despil nods and says, "Yes. However, people do feel guilty often about being unpleasant, even if it's the right thing."
Yosannah tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and mutters thoughtfully, "Yeah. I appreciate your interest in me." She lowers her gaze to the floor, "It gives me some comfort; though, I hope there is some reciprocity in it for you."
Despil nods to you and says, "Oh, yes." He smiles to you.
Yosannah lifts her gaze at that, "Yes? Okay. Good."
Despil looks to your eyes and smiles. "Yes. How's the coffee?"
Yosannah lets out a chuckle, "I haven't even tried it yet..."