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September 29, 2000 |
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World's End Bar...
Ithius humms as he enters the bar, his nose wrinkless at the sparce population, he considers the balcony first then looks at the bar, one soul hmmm oh well. Ithius heads for the bar looking for an unobtrusive seat.
Yosannah looks over, hot mug of tea in hand, and smiles, "Ith! Hey. What's up?"
Ithius raises one brow then another, "Yosannah.. it's been quite a while.. quite a bit since we last spoke."
Yosannah smiles and nudges Ithius with her elbow, spilling some of her tea on the bartop in the process, "Yeah." She looks around the bar, "I'm gad you stopped by, I was getting lonely. Whatcha been up to?"
Ithius thinks, "Well trying to dress better.. studying too much, working to hard, and not having enough fun.. and hoping everyone I know doesn't die horribly in the next year or two.. yourself?"
Yosannah looks him over after that comment, "... die horribly.." She repeats absent mindedly as she studies him. "Whatcha mean?"
Ithius says "Smells like a vicious war is brewing."
Yosannah smiles once at his attire and then, "Oh., war. That"
Ithius shrugs, "yeah.. this time I think is for real."
Yosannah shrugs, "I'll get bent over it when it happens. I have other things to worry about."
Ithius ohs, "What travails you at this moment in time?"
Yosannah smiles, "Damen is all erked cause his dad didn't make him and heir or something. He's always get'n the shaft." She smiles and bats her eyelashes.
Ithius sighs, "Your man has threatened Coral already, he knows how to anoy people.. Dalt has been around.. I saw him with lady Ilse. Speaking of which I was at the bar when Damen said to someone you were off with Donovan or something? That doesn't sound like you."
Yosannah's smile fades. She blinks once or twice. "Cora-what? Dona-who? Ith, you're going too fast for me"
Ithius says "I'm sorry my mind is constantly going.. Damen threatened Coral and her daughter last week.. something relating to his not getting an inheritance or some-such-thing.."
Yosannah shakes her head, "That sounds like him. Why didn't he tell me..." She lets her voice trail off.
Ithius looks at her for a moment, "tell you what Lady Yosannah?"
"About that fight. That's not the kind of thing you just forget to tell someone." She shrugs, "Was that here? In the bar? The fight that is."
Ithius says "No fight.. just threatening."
"Who was threatening who? I mean, what did he say to them?" Ithius says "He said something akin to .. while Kashfa still exists."
Yosannah's jaw drops, "He did not!"
Ithius says "I can ask Coral if you like. I was there when he said it to her.. then I was with her daughter eating cookies.. and a very long conversation broke out."
Yosannah bites at her lip. "Nah, I don't want to get into it with... Coral." She shrugs, "Was this Donovan in the middle of this figh too?"
Ithius laughs, "no that's when he was talking to a female friend of mine and said something to the affect you were ocupied woth Donovan or something and then left with her."
Yosannah makes a face, "I was occupied with what? He left with who?"
Ithius says "Nephthys, she made that same face by the way when he said Donovan." Yosannah sets her tea mug on the bartop and turns squarly to face Ithius, "Wait." She holds up her hands in a *stop* gesture. "Start at the beginning with that one"
Ithius says "ok.. where do you want me to start" Yosannah leans closer to Ithius, "Uhh. I dunno. Who approached who first?"
Ithius ohhs, "let me give you an event record then.. Damen enters the WEB .. goes to the center table chats with Sarah and companion a bit.. Nephthys enters the WEB and sits down at the bar next to me.. we exchange standard greetings and I begin to ask her what she's been up to. Damen glances approaximately three times back at Nephthys.. the fourth time he actually approaches her and begins a conversation.. she seemed nonplus about it.. Damen seemed intent on having a conversation with her.. then she asked about you .. he mentioned something about you and Donovan.. then she made a face just like you did.. must be something rank about that man.. anyhow finally they leave in a puff a few exchanges of conversation later. that about sums it."
Yosannah blinks, and then blinks again, "You have quite a memory."
Ithius says "I have to erase things ocassionally.. but that I thought someone would find it important."
She lowers her voice and asks, rather hesitantly, "What did they talk about?"
Ithius mmms, "no idea.. they left.."
"On whose prompting?"
Ghita joins them at the bar.
Yosannah turns back to her tea and reaches for the tab of the bag. She bobs it up and down in her tea and stairs at the ripples it leaves.
Ithius Waves at Ghita. "Ghita have you met Yosannah yet?" Ithius then whispers to Yosannah, "Sorry I wish I had better things to tell you."
Ghita orders a coca cola and a tuna fish sandwich, shaking her head, "I do not think so. Um.. Hello.." She gives a little hand-wave to Yosannah.
Ithius says "Yosannah Ghita, Ghita Yosannah" Ithius orders a chocolate malt. The bartender pushes it across the bar and it slides to a stop in front of him.
Yosannah offers her hand, "Hi." Her face is rather solem and gloomy.
Ithius says probably to catch Yosannah off guard, "Ghita is nice she only bites ocassionally."
Yosannah instinctively retracts her hand.
Ghita grins to Ithius. "Tell her that I'm not that dangerous...."
Ithius chuckles, and mutters something to himself thoughtfully.
Yosannah glances at Ithius and then, "Ith. I think I should go." She shrugs and pushes her mug away. "I dunno. I'm having a hard time registering this right now."
Ithius whispers to Yosannah, "I suggest not confronting him immediately.. since that might not be a good idea.. ask Nephthys first what happened.. be nice too she's not to thrilled about it either my guess."
Yosannah says "Nah, that's not my style. Sides, I'm not to fond of that girl..."
Ithius says "She's not evil.. trust me.. just not perfect like every one else. Don't worry about it right now. Stay for a while longer, you'll feel better."
After a moment, Yo turns to Ghita, "So, how do you know Ith?"
Ghita smiles, "We're both from Chaos. We run into each other a lot.."
Yosannah says "Yeah, what house?"
Ghita says, "I am of Lorgrim, but not sworn to them.."
Yosannah nods as if in understanding. She makes a conserted effort to pep up and so she turns to the new-comer, "And what about you? Where are you from?" She flashes a smile at Bronte.
Bronte says "Depends on who you chat with..."
Yosannah says "Well, asume your chatting with me. Where ya from?"
Ghita snickers again at that exchange.
Bronte says "Oh now that's a touch question.. do you mean as of recent as of late or something all together different?"
Jane appears, tucks away trump, and looks around.
Jane says "Ith."
Ithius glances back at Jane, "Yes Jane?"
Jane shrugs, "Jus sayin hi."
Yosannah eyes Bronte, "You're all together different." She laughs and shakes her head.
Ithius ohs and grins, "Oh.. Hi."
Bronte says "Why thank you.. I think." He smiles lightly."
Yosannah nudges Bronte, "No, really now. Where ya from? Now, that is."
Bronte says "Right now.. I"m from a place not far from here but far enough from things to make my life less troubling by not mentioning it... let's just say I'm from Neutral gorund."
Ithius hmms, "nuetral.. sounds like my mind at the moment."
Bronte says "Why the interest?"
Yosannah smiles at Ithius and then turns back to Bronte, "It's called idle chit chat. Conversation. Small talk. See?"
Ithius hmms as a plate plops in front of him loaded with fresh baked cookies, that smell of light lemon and a touch of ginger. "Dig in all", he says and takes a cookie and chews on it.
Yo reaches across the bartop and snatches up a cookie.
Bronte says "Ahh.. so where are you from then?"
Yosannah offers, mid-mouthfull. "Banithed Thun."
Bronte says "Really?!? Never heard of it... I'm from a place called Haven. By the by."
Ithius hands a few cookies to Ghita and says, "Bronte.. that's not her accent obviously", he grins and chomps a cookie. Ithius looks at the shriveled acorn, "your tree die", he asks Jane.
Yosannah nods, "Nevther hearth ofth Haffin either."
Bronte smiles at that, "Then we are as we should be strangers in a strange land enjoying the scenary.
Yosannah swallows, Uhh, sure."
Jane murmurs, "Somethin like that."
Yosannah turns to Ithius, "So, Ith. Who is Donovan, by the way."
Ithius nudges Yosannah.
Jane says, "Helgram. Think he's Lord now."
Ithius nods, at what Jane says.
Yosannah shrugs, "Never heard of him." She turns to Bronte, "You ever heard of him?"
"Donovan?"
"Yeah."
Bronte nods, "Yeah.. Big guy went up against Niccolo a while back or so I was told... But I've seen him before."
Yosannah nods, "Oh, yeah. Niccolo. Of course." She nods some more. She waves at the bartender and turns to Bronte, "You want another purple elephant or something?"
"Nah, I'm good, besides, I recall what you did to that poor bastard who started puking black."
She eyes Bronte with a smirk, "Do I know you you or something?"
Bronte says "Probably not, but I've good memory... When you see a guy nearly die and you wave a hand and he gets better... well it reminds me something my guardian used to say about taking candy from strangers."
Yosannah continues to study Bronte, "Candy? Pshaw. Maybe I'm just good."
Bronte says "Maybe I'm safer over here.. not getting to close to the fire.. so to speak." He continues to smile lightly."
Ghita lifts up an acorn and says, "Everyone, stand back.. this is going to sting a bit, I think." She raises her arm and cocks it to throw. "Fire in the hole!" And tosses it near Ithius.
Yosannah seems oblivious to the activity, "You're toying." She nods at Bronte.
Bronte says "Perhaps..."
The acorn arcs through the air, and bounces only once before its purpose becomes obvious. Black tendrils spring out of it, and start sprawling across, and digging into the floor. Then it begins to grow into a gnarled, blackened, twisted tree of some sort. As it grows, cracks form and literally bleed, while vines form on the branches. Bronte turns his head as the tree takes form.
Yosannah glances just once at the acorn, "Perhaps you're just being... you're just..." she pauses to regard Ithius and the object.
The 'tree' reaches up into the rafters, and ceases to grow upward. It does, however, continue to grow outward as the blackened vines lengthen. When they seem just long enough, they start lashing out to the closest target, that being Ithius, to wrap around his neck.
Yosannah is, obviously, now more interested, "Ith?" She turns to Jane and Ghita, "Make it stop you two."
Ghita turns to Jane at the reguest from Yosannah, hmming. "So, how do we stop it, anyway?"
Yosannah climbs off her barstool to get a better view of Ithius, "Ith?"
Ithius plays dodge the clinging vine, "Damn no time to blast the varmit", he complains, after a few minutes of this a vine just misses grabing his neck he looks anoyed at it.
"Ith, come on. Get rid of it. You're gonna get hurt."
Bronte rises from the bar.
Sarah arrives with Terence.
The vines continue to seek Ithius' throat mercilessly. It doesn't relent, doesn't care, doesn't do anything but seek to strangle the closest person to it.
Jane calls over, "If ya git th' point Ith, I'll call it off."
Ghita hmms, reaching under her duster and unsnapping something. Just in case.
Ithius begins to mutter words while dodging the vine a lot, he seems finished then says, "Yeah I get the idea.. Jane."
Yosannah returns to her barstool as the monstrosity withers. She mumbles, "...kids.."
Bronte looks curiously between Sarah and Terrance.
Yosannah regards the distant Bronte, "Lost interest in us already?"
Bronte turns his head and attention back to Yo, "Oh come now.. how could any man loose interest in you over that thing.." he jerks a thumb toward where the tree did once stand.