Playing a game of hide the crystal is much easier when Aiden doesn’t have to concentrate on actual hiding the power signature of the crystal in question. Fortunately Slaine’s Gran did indeed have just the place. Which is good because it’s now a day later and there’s no way the psychic ex-soldier could have kept it hidden for that long. Man’s gotta sleep sometime.
At the moment Aiden is headed up Market Street inbetween the Trapper’s Plaza and the main Market. He has a pretzel. A fresh one. With sharp cheddar spread. Life is good at the moment.
Well okay. Life is tolerable at the moment.
Aliana Knight is sitting at some of the outdoor seating at one of the cafe’s with her hands wrapped around a steaming mug. A large, pale grey wolf is at her feet laying down and doing a fair imitation of a lazy dog. Just… big. The illusion isn’t likely to keep when she stands up though.
As Aiden draws closer, Smoke lifts her head and gives a fairly loud wuffs his way. It draws a few other heads but since the large canine doesn’t seem inclined to get up and do anything dangerous, most folk go back to what they were doing.
“Alright Matthew…” Aliana and Aiden will recognise that voice as it carries across street from one of the shopfronts. “… I’ll be back in a few days to collect it. Make sure y’get it, alright?” The redhead steps out onto the street just as Smoke wuffs and she turns to look at the wolf and then squints as she follows its gaze.
Skirting the other traffic in the street, remarkably keeping her feet and not tripping, Slaine makes her way towards Aliana. It looks like she’ll make it without getting run over by any D-Bee’s today. Maybe.
The winding depths of the main market space spew forth an honest to goodness car, though the absolute lack of engine noise makes it’s sudden appearence somewhat jarring, almost giving it the instinctive feel of an illusion, making people double take to make sure they saw what they thought they saw. And they did. A short, long, squat vehicle, boxy with clean lines, appears, breaking free of the tangled knots of the main market, it’s pale ghost white paint almost glistens with polish, the dirt and dinge that coats most anything to long in the elements, don’t seem to be able to find purchase on the car. It’s wheels glint and gleam in the sunlight, casting off little rainbows and reflected rays like small spinning suns while the chromed hood ornament, something that looks like a metalic tornado, is blinding to anyone foolish enough to look right at it. The tries crunch over the road, but softer then they ought to, as if the entire thing were muted or it’s volume turned down. If one were trying to make an entrance, this is exactly the sort of thing one would drive to accomplish it. Assuming one drove one’s own flashy car. The old fashioned car comes to a slow stop at a street side cafe, and those nearby sort of shift, giving it a wide birth.
The back doors open in opposite directions of them selves and a few men step out, each more striking then the last. A cyborg who makes no attempt to hide his many augmentations and in fact seems to have made a point of shining them up so they gleam as bright as the car itself. A man who seems to move in darkness despite the sunlight, a wide brimmed hat pulled low over his forehead, casting shadows over his features and a long dark coat that stays closed almost to the ankles when he walks. A boy, because he clearly couldn’t be full grown yet, not at his size, with pale pale skin and bones sewn into the fabric of his clothing that click and clack softly as he moves, like a wee human wind chime. These three take up positions around the car that clearly protective in nature. Lastly steps the most cleanly dressed of the lot, not tall, not short, not skinny but a lithe sort of build that would lend one to think he wasn’t familiar with eating. His skin has the natural caramel color of melting pot parentage, and his hair is a shade of red that’s just odd enough on his skin tone to make one think it were unnatural… but then again… bah. Who can tell these days? He wears a 3 peice suit, cut and clean and pressed to within an inch of it’s life, his bi tone wingtips look as if they had never been worn before, and when he steps out into the day, preceded only by a pretencious looking cane made of crystal or glass, a hush ripples over those nearby, if only for a second. He beams at this, flashing pearly white teeth.
“Fuck.” one voice says, carrying perhaps more then it’s owner wanted it to, but not so far as to be disasterous. Or so Leo hopes. He stands up from his seat at the cafe’s tables and tugs at his vest and then his hat, trying to fix things into place and flicking bits of soot from his sleeves with a gloved hand which does more to spread it then make it vanish.The ‘whuff’ makes Aiden turn in place. He heard that. Yes he heard that quite well. Like most he has a healthy respect for the pale wolf laying at Aliana’s feet. He knows very well that it’s not a pet and that it can and will try to rip his throat out if the blonde wants it to.
He also knows that her nose is cold and wet in the morning. Don’t ask how he knows that. He’s not quite sure how she got in past the locks.
“Hey Smoke. Hello Aliana.” This time Slaine doesn’t get run over by Aiden either. The redhead gets a little wave. He wanted to ask her some questions.
Those questions may have to wait though. The specatcle just up the road by Leo’s shop is rather arresting. Well metaphorically. Hopefully not literally.
Like anyone else in the area, Aliana’s head turns to look towards the shining spectacle coming down the street. As Aiden and Slaine join her she gives them a brief glance and nods before looking back over. Smoke’s gone back to putting her head down on her paws, her job done. The Shifter doesn’t say anything, instead sipping at her drink as she watches the parade of figures emerging from the vehicle.
The arrival of the car has Slaine slowing and peering at it, letting her senses roam a little trying to sense if there’s magic. Recalled to herself, she quickly takes the last few steps to Aliana’s table and winces as Leo’s voice sounds out.
“Oh ho. This could be good… ” she mutters as she gives the other a casual salute of greeting. It might be noted that she gives Smoke a //lot// of room.
Leo takes in a slow breath and then splits his lips in a smile, “Whisper!” he barks out in a happy tone, “Been awhile.” and perhaps it could have been longer, you know, just cause… reasons. Whisper, one assumes it’s the monikor to which the man answers, grins in return, a friendly sort of smile and heads over towards the shorter ‘madman’, “Knuckles.” he says in his own overly fond tone, as if he too were laying it on just a /wee/ bit thick. He stops just outside of Leo’s arm reach and his cane snaps out to tap Leo’s cap on it’s rounded dome with a little hollow clothy bonk noise, “How’s my favorite mad inventor?” the three bodyguards shift again, one staying with the car, the cyborg, the other two moving to sort of flank their boss, facing out at the street at crossing angles. They know what they’re doing clearly, their possitioning is excellent. “Oh you know me,” Leo says, reaching up to readjust the bowler, “busy busy busy. What can I do you for?” he moves over to his table and pauses to pull out the seat that was opposite his own in invitation. He’s being awfully polite for a guy not known for his ediquette, “Coffee? Tea?”“Does any of this scream ‘immenent violence to you two?” Aiden mutters to the blonde and the redhead. He hasn’t the faintest clue who ‘Whisper’ is though the vehicle and the bodyguards bespeak influence. Not necessarily illegal influence either. These days even perfectly legitimate figures find that kind of public protection necessary.
But then again, people usually know who they are. Well, Slaine might. Aiden hasn’t really done a who’s who survey here. He idly reaches down to scrach Smoke’s ears as he watches the exchange.
Aliana Knight glances about, looking at the crowd and then shakes her head. “Doubt it. You don’t start violence with this kind of crowd if you want to keep your influence.” She glances over to Slaine. “Who’s the flashy guy?” If he’s anyone of import, she figures Slaine will know.
Slaine does know who this and she moves behind Aiden a little, not wanting to be seen in anyway in particular. “Whisper. Gangster. Rumour has it he’s a mastermind extraordinare and possible serial killer.” She shakes her head “No idea where he came from but he shot up through the ranks in record time.”
There’s more to tell about the man but that will do for now.
“What I wanna know is what Leo’s doin’ with him.”
Whisper pauses as he looks down at the seat and quirks a playful brow Leo’s direction before pulling out a handkerchief and wiping at the seat a little before he finally takes a seat himself, “I’m fine, but thank you for the offer.” he continues to flash the perfect white smile. Leo takes his seat and reaches down to pick up his own cup of coffee and sip from it, his eyes staying locked on those of the man opposite him, “So.” he says after a long moment, “What’s up man? Daylight visits in a cafe aren’t generally your shtick.” the man in the colorful and bespoke suit chuckles softly at that and nods, “Fair enough Knuckles, fair enough. I thought you’d be more comfortable out here,” he motions with the top of his cane at the surounding area, “for a quick chat.” Leo’s turn to smirk, “Didn’t want me comfortable enough to let me know you were coming though did you?” he counters, and Whisper just reaches up to touch the corner of his eyebrow with the cane top in a sort of salute. Leo counters this time, “Fair enough.”“Wanna go ask him? I’m not entirely sure that’s wise but…” You know. In theory they can go interrupt. Doesn’t seem like there’s going to be trouble. Well, it doesn’t look like there’s going to be immediate trouble.
In any case Aiden isn’t moving just yet. “Got a question for you in just a second, Slaine.” Still making sure nothing is going to be a problem.
Aliana Knight hmmms softly as she listens to Slaine, still watching Leo and Whisper. Much like a lot of people. The question of interrupting gets a soft snort of amusement from the Shifter. “Not without being a hell of a lot more clear on the polictics at play here.” Because that’s what this visit is, in her eyes. Political maneuvering. Just not y’know, for your usual channels of power.
“Not really?” Slaine answers from her position behind Aiden, peering out from behind the man. “There’s rumours that his rise was aided by someone Higher up – but that’s never said too loudly or for too long. Not really someone I want to get to know.”
She might be a trouble magnet but this is more trouble than she likes, she’s sure. “Let’s just keep an eye on what’s goin’ on over there, ok?”
“You’ve got a question?” Half pint squints at the psychic, looking a little worried. “Uh, sure. Shoot. What did you want to know?”
Whisper’s long fingers fold atop the head of the cane which he plants on the ground right before the table, conviently between the two men, “The wind told me a story little Knuckles, a story of your sudden good fortune. Congratulations.” Leo says nothing and shows nothing, his face a carefully constructed blank as he sips at the rim of his coffee cup. The silence stretches and then the gangster speaks again, “Or perhaps not. The wind also told me your new statue was destroyed.” there’s a soft expression on the all to clean man’s face, almost a sympathetic pout, his head dipping in a consiliatory nod of sorrow at his friend’s lack of luck. “How quickly your luck shifts my old friend.” Leo offers a noncommital noise in response, “But cheer up!” Whisper’s posture straightens as if he’d been struck by a bolt of lightning, and his grin spreads ear to ear in joyous realization, “I happen to know someone who might be willing to purchase the shattered and broken bits of stone from you.” his tone is down right sacrin.
Leo just stares flatly on, “That so.” he says in a tone completely lacking all shock or surprise, his exhilation causes steam to pour from his coffee cup and obscure his face for a second before clearing away. “Amazing coincidence, that.” Whisper’s head bobs in a pleasent nod, “Isn’t it though?” Something about this entire meeting is creepily out of character for the small techno-wizard, at least as far as anyone in the market figures. He’s down right laconic and he hasn’t screamed an offensive word in like… two whole minutes. Which has to set a record.
The conversation at the table, which to this point has been almost comically open to eaves dropping suddenly goes silent, even as it’s clear the two men at the table are still speaking. With the odd pretense of friendly cafe food run ins aside, they pair look like they get down to business in short order, assuming the man in the suit always smiles that much when he’s talking business. The entire affair takes roughly two minutes and then he’s standing up and once more bonking the bowler on the inventor’s head with the tip of his cane, “Keep your gloves dirty, Knuckles.” he says, and Leo reaches to fix the hat, putting it back into a more comfortable seat, “and your hands clean, Whisper.” he says as he offers a small wave. It takes only a few seconds before the bodyguards and their employer are reloaded and the freakishly quiet car is once more heading down the road. Leo’s eyes track it the entire time until it’s out of sight, at which point the small arms dealer seems to deflate even more, shrinking in his seat.Aiden watches the exchange and then watches the more noticable of the two parties pack up and leave. That was, as they say, a thing. Not a thing he’s horribly invested in but he is rather glad that whatever it was didn’t go to blowing up tables and things of that nature. That gets the Justicars or the Armsmen involved and from what he understands it gets messy and paperwork-y from there.
Aliana Knight looks over to Slaine. “I didn’t think your underworld figures were so… open.” The observation is mild. “Seems like the city likes to paint this bright, shiny image…” And Aliana knows a few things about the seedy underbelly.
Slaine hasn’t moved from her safe location behind Aiden. It might tell the others how much this rather slick looking man has her worried. And indicate that she’s at least got some sense. Why someone would be after the remains of the stone has her interested, but not enough to interrupt the discussion.
She’ll ask Leo about that, later.
Aliana gets a sideways a look and the redhead exhales slowly “Neither did I. His name is known, but that’s the first time I’ve seen him. Leo’s probably got himself in trouble…” Gesturing to one of the servers she speaks quietly to him.
A double of whatever Leo is drinking will soon be delivered to his table, compliments of Slaine. The TW looks like he needs it.
Leo accepts his order of a dozen coffees with a look of mixed confusion, followed by the sort of expression one gets when drowning and a big yellow floaty appears next to you. Also there’s a flask in his hand and he works at the lid. The server makes a whispered mention and points and Leo’s eye’s follow the finger to spot Slaine. He pauses, eyes the coffee, seems to do some math in his head, then waves a ‘come on over’ hand as if deciding he could likely give up a couple of the cups for the sake of ediquette should they join him.“What did you do?” Aiden hisses at Slaine as a dozen mugs of coffee appear next to Leo carried by a D-Bee that fortunately has six arms. If Leo drinks all of that he’s going to be wired for sound. And then he will either literally invent world peace or blow his workshop to the moon.
The psychic glances at the mystic and the shifter before finally inclining his head in that direction. Well, they’ve been found out. Might as well go over.
“Hello there. Interesting visitor you had.” He’s still eyeing all that coffee. That’s a lot of coffee.
Aliana Knight can’t help but snicker a bit as Leo is suddenly surrounded by coffee. She follows after Aiden to join Leo at his table and looks at the cups of coffee before choosing one. One that Leo hasn’t managed to doctor yet. Pulling it over she shrugs out of the sword strapped across her back to put it across her lap so she can lean back in the chair. Now, with coffee and a comfy pose, she waits to hear Leo’s explanation.
Aidens hiss makes Slaine shrink back behind the man momentarily “Uh… Just said to deliver a double of whatever he was drinking. How was I to know it was six cups of coffee?” Seriously – //who does that?//
“Uh… sorry…” she mutters to Aiden.
Following Aiden and Aliana, the mystic eyes Leo and the coffee before taking a cup for herself. At least there’ll be one less coffee for Leo. Though a caffeinated Slaine might not be much better. “What did ye do to get his attention? And what did he want?” She’s not going to beat about the bush and she’ll weather Leo’s crude comments. She always does.
Leo sniffs one of the doctored cups of coffee and then nods, recapping and slipping the flask back inside his vest. He then sips, rather fervently, at the mug’s rim. It /is/ scalding hot after all, one must be slightly cautious. “Yeah.” he says, as Aiden speaks, “Old friend.” his voice is flat and his tone dry. He reaches up to shift his hat around on his head slightly, more fidgetty then to any real purpose. He clears his throat a couple of times and adjusts his seat too before hissing through his teeth, “muthafucka…” sigh. “We’ve known each other for awhile, since before we uh…” he waves a hand around as if to suggest something but it’s unclear what, “before all this. Before we were anyone. I went legit,” he smirks at that, “he choose another path. Old history there, friendly… ish.” he shrugs, “But you ever make a deal with the devil? Even if the devil gets his pound of flesh in the bargain he’s never satiated there after, keeps coming back for nips. Hadn’t heard from him in months, mostly I figure he’s looking to make sure I don’t forget where I come from.” unconsciously the fingers of his right hand curl in and out slightly, the thin metalic fingerbones inside the glove making it sag and wrinckle visibly.The deal with the devil part has Aiden going a bit quiet and looking over to Aliana. If anyone present has actually had any kind of literal experience with that, it’d be her. The psychic wouldn’t describe anything he’s done as quite like that. Of course he’s got his own set of problems.
“So just a friendly meet and intimidate. I see.” He says softly.
Aliana Knight’s brows rise a bit at the description, and she gives a soft snort of a amusement before blowing on her coffee and sipping at it. “Seems like there’s a lot of those going around.” The blonde notes dryly. Bright blue eyes rest on Leo. “Pretty big show, for that.”
“From what I heard, he wanted something…” Slaine will admit to eavesdropping. If you can call it that – the conversation was loud enough to be heard by all present. “Didn’t seem to be just a reminder visit. But ye know him best. Not someone I want to lock horns with.”
Settling into a chair, the mystic regards Leo as well, sipping her coffee carefully.
Leo shakes his head, “Naw.” he sucks down half the cup of coffee and whiskey despite the heat, hisses, and continues, “I know smart people. Fuck, /I’m/ smart people. I work in hypermaths and add in reality bending glyphmatic to boot, but that guy?” Leo shakes his head, “He’s the sort of mind comes along once in a generation. I’m a genius, he’s a fucking miracle with legs. Coulda been anything, when we were kids he-” he stops and shakes his head, “just… he’s smart. Smarter then you, smarter then me, smarter then anyone you’re likely to meet in your lifetime. He doesn’t do /anything/ for just one or two reasons, he wanted a meet and intimidate he coulda had me picked up from my shop and taken to him, hell, coulda sent one of his bully boys to chat, but no. This was a message, one I get to try to suss the meaning out of before I fail whatever little game or test he’s set up.” he makes a sour face.
He tips his cup Ali’s way in a ‘nod’ like motion wiht his hand, “The show’s all part of the role, flash to cover the substance. The ridiculous hair? The perfect smile? Those stupid shoes and that fucking car? Slieght of hand. Lookie lookie, see thsi here?” Leo points upward, “Bet dollars to doughnuts none of you looked up at the rooftops,” he shoots them a questioning but fairly confident look, “every man you saw had two to match somewhere else, up high, on the street, somewhere when he pulled in. All that, the personel, the set up, the tricks and the show, all to tell me something that I get to figure out. Word of advice? Never fucking play cards with him. If I had half his vision…” his words trail off and there’s a hint of envy around the corner of Leo’s eyes, and anger too, though at what is unclear. “He wants the same thing everyone wants when they come to see me,” he says, sipping from the coffee, which is empty, in an automatic way, “a weapon.” he blinks and eyes his cup, “Balls.” and he reaches for another, setting the empty aside. “Or so he said.”“Why would I look up to the rooftops? I’m not the one being intimidated.” Aiden snorts. And no one has tried shooting at him here. Yet. It’s a record he’d like to keep going for as long as is possible.
Besides this is exactrly the kind of thing Aiden hates. If peopel want something they should say it or at least make it obvious. Mind games for the sake of mind games is annoying. Ironic for a psychic perhaps but there you go.
Aliana Knight just smirks to her coffee when Leo says Whisper is smarter than anyone they’re likely to meet in their lifetime. Aliana’s had… a much broader experience than most people. Comes from tripping the dimensions fantastic. One thing she’s totally on board with though, is that there are a lot of people smarter and more clever than she.
“Why would I?” Slaine answers at nearly the same time as Aiden. She’s not a soldier nor even a great tactical mind. She just seems to manage to stumble from trouble to another and so far hasn’t lost her life in the process. At least she thinks.
That Whisper is smarter than her gets a shrug of the shoulder “Plenty smarter’n than me. And I don’ play cards. So what’cha goin’ do, Leo?”
Leo eyes Aiden over the rim of his glass, “I was part of your little crew remember? You were a celebrity for fifteen seconds. You think he doesn’t know who you are yet? Think he didn’t already scout out who was in this square before he entered? Shit, /I/ wasn’t paying much attention, I didn’t even know you guys were here. Pretty sure he knew, he always does.” he makes a face, “This is one of the reasons our aquaintence ran it’s course, he plays with people and I play with the fundimental forces of the universe. Was bound to end sooner or later, better it went out on a good note I suppose.” Leo lets out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and considers Slaine’s question as he chews his bottom lip.
“I’m gonna make him another weapon.” he says after a long thoughtful moment, “And I’m gonna figure this out.” he sucks air through his teeth, “He’s never /beaten/ me ya know… Not really. He always seems to come out on top, get more from a bargain then me, but I don’t owe him anything. Not yet.” which he makes sound like a win, “Kinda figure that’s why he keeps coming back. Not in his pocket yet.” he looks around the table, “That said, I’d avoid ending up there if you can, pockets as deep as his don’t always have a path back out of them.” he makes a face, “It’d be easier if he wasn’t every bit as good as he thinks he is. The bastard knows everything and everyone, can get you whatever you want… for a price. I swear he’s got demon blood in him.” then shakes his head, “Actually no. I tested once. Still. You know what I mean.” he seems to shake it off and look around the table, “What about the rest of you? Been up to anything naughty without me? Gathered up wealth and favors a plenty in my hard working absence?”Aiden snorts. “So he scouts. Good for him.” The one thing the psychic really wants is something no one can buy him. Unfortunately. If it were just a matter of paying someone off – no matter how exhorbitant the price – he’d be working on that. It’s not, so he isn’t.
“Mmmmm. Well I’ve been doing this and that. Nothing particularly exciting or lucrative.” Mostly Aiden’s been working with Aliana and that’s been eventful to be sure. But it’s the kind of eventful where the payoff is getting back to where you started. Something Aiden’s quite familiar with this past year. “Couldn’t say about the half pint.”
That’s to Slaine. Which yes, is officialy her name.
“Now now, lion-boy. I don’t kiss and tell.” Aliana says with her usual mocking smirk. He did say ‘naughty’.
Finishing her coffee she places the cup back on the table, but she doesn’t take another. Her hand curls around the sword in her lap in an absent sort of grip. Like something someone’s used to having on or around them all the time.
“This’n’that.” Slaine wrinkles her nose at Aiden for the ‘half-pint’ but doesn’t dispute the dimuninutive. “Aiden took me shoppin’ the other day…” aaaaaand she’ll leave that at that. “Been running supply runs to Dogwood for Gran. Picked up a psychic refuge on the last one. ‘spect that will create a ruckus soon.”
They might have heard that the daughter of a Dogwood Knight had gone missing.
“Looking into the power outage at the docks the other night. Weren’t no outages scheduled or nothing.” Of course, she could just be borrowing trouble. But then, this is Slaine.
Leo nods at Aiden, “Scouts and researches and plans and schemes. He has bigger fish to fry then me though so I’m more like a hobby of his, when he’s bored and has some downtime he’ll come poke me with a stick and see if I’m still up for our games. Or chess! Don’t play chess with him either.” he added that last part suddenly as if having just remembered something very important. “He fucking cheats, I swear it.” then he eyes Aliana, “Pfft. You’re a woman. I have it on good authority from like seven dozen tomes on the subject of your gender that kissing and telling is like a fully twenty percent of your exsistence.” he tilts his head to the side, “Mostly the telling.” he then snappoints at Slaine as if her story were somehow proof of his concept. Then he looks confused, “There was no kissing in that story. Disappointment is real.” he sips his coffee again and adds nonchalantly, “I heard about that, that was you guys? Kidnapping a young member of the lower nobility in the dead of night? I let you out of my sight for ten days and look at you, insighting wars and what not. They grow up so fast….” eyes Slaine, “Well. Some of them do I’m sure.”“You did what?” Aiden loosk to Slaine. There is clearly no ‘you guys’ in this. Aiden has better things to do than go poking around Dogwood for starters. They do seriously not like his kind there. But then Leo probably knows that.
Not that Aiden knows that he knows.
It doesn’t take him more than a moment to put two and two together. “Slaine… did you smuggle out the newly psychic member of a Dogwood noble family?” It’s the only combination of those sotries that makes sense to him.
Aliana Knight looks over to Slaine, brows going up with amusement. “Well. At least she remembers what she did this time.” The blonde notes in a soft murmur. Looking over at the red-head, she leans forward a bit to direct her words at the Mystic. “And just how much trouble are you in now?”
No Leo, there was no kissing in Slaines story. She doesn’t kiss and tell either. “You’re authority is wrong, Leo. I’d get a new council if’n I were you.” the redheaded mystic finishes the coffee she was drinking and reaches for another. Leo can share.
“What?!” Slaine almost whistles as the eyes turn to her “She asked for help and I couldn’t leave her. You //know// how Dogwood is about those things.” She certainly doesn’t look sorry she did it. “Dressed in her clothes and all, in case they gave chase. She’s safe here now and that’s all that matters.” But she sighs as Aliana leans towards her.
“Of course I remember and … ” she looks a little discomfitted “… I dunno really. I don’t think they saw us. The border guard only really saw Bridge. So I should be right, shouldn’t I?”
Leo waves Aiden’s questions away, “I wouldn’t sweat it mate, Dogwood’s a borderline fanatic shithole about that sort of thing, we get the refugee’s all the time. Besides, it was a Knight, he’s nobility like I’m a legitimate businessman. Which is to say ‘technically’ but we all agree not to look to closely at it and that’s what makes civilization function.” He then glances Slaine’s way, “That said, it’s also a ploy Dogwood’s used to plant subversive elements in the city as well so you know… keep an eye on your stolen pet just in case otherwise people in town might start to wonder who let the spy in. If she’s a spy. Or whatever.” Leo is clearly not a terribly trusting sort of fella.He’s got a point though, if a paranoid one. It’s certainly one way to get an agent in city. Dogwood and Vesper have normalized if tense relations so there are others but sometimes you want to be sneaky about something.
“Mmmhmmm.” Aiden is getting the sense that Slaine is one of those people who needs to help others. And that she does so regardless of the trouble it may cause her. Or anyone else.
So quite aside from watching whomever she brought back, someone should probably keep an eye on the Half Pint.
Aliana Knight is //so// not signing up for that job. It would take like, three of her. The blonde shakes her head and stands up. The black-metal blade is shrugged back into place and settled with a shrug of her shoulders. “Well. Good to know you’re not in imminent danger or anything.” Because it might have fallout that would be… inconvenient.
“Well, yeah. I know that. It’s why we’ve put her somewhere safe…” It had been one of Slaines big concerns when Estelle had approached them. But she wouldn’t have left the girl at any rate. Gran and Slaines contacts have ways to mitigate these problems, mostly.
Slaine is most certainly the sort who will help others. No matter the trouble it causes her, at any rate. She tries not to involve others if she can help it, just sometimes … it all bubbles over. Like a an oil fire.
There’s no one to keep an eye on her. An only sibling, raised by her Grandmother. She’s made her way in the world on her own for while. Besides, as Aliana just proved – not many are keen to sign up for it.
“Heading off?” she asks the Shifter, draining the coffee that’s now quite cool with swig. “I’ve got a job that needs doing and the docks to check. Aiden, if that offer of assistance is still open, I’ll take it.”
Leo looks down at the table and the remaining 7 cups of coffee and licks his lips. Genius? Fuck that. HES a genius! Caffine will make this whole thing seem clearer. That’s what caffine does. Calms your mind. Lends you clarity. It’s why you drink it in the morning, helps you get rid of dream fog, sharpen up the world. Yup. That’s totally why. So… more coffee would mean more clarity. Only stands to reason. He grabs another cup, which is number 6 by his count, and begins to sip. “Well, if you need more help with containment or whatever, lemme know. I can enchant bars on windows with some real penache if you need. Or shackles and chains and the like. Just sayin’.”“I don’t think we’re at that point yet.” So much coffee. Aiden is willing to bet that Leo’s place is going to be a wreck come the morning. Probably a very productive wreck but a wreck all the same.
“Yeah I can help you Slaine. If you insist on looking at it I can at least make sure that no one caves your head in with a pipe or something like that.”
Aliana Knight shakes her head. At Slaine? Leo? Hell, maybe it’s at Aiden. Hard to tell. “Well, you all have fun.” She has her own things to follow up on, and some ‘phone calls’ to make. Via Rifts. If she’s very lucky, she might even manage to get a nap! She lifts a hand in a wave before heading out, Smoke slipping over to her side from wherever huge wolves manage to hide here in Vesper.
“You’re offerin’ to tie up my guest?” Slaine smirks at Leo as she places the cup on the table and stands up. “I’ll keep it in mind, Leo, should we need it. Ye might want to drop by and see Gran, though. She’s some work on some of our places that needs doin’. If ye don’t want it, I’ll ask Sterling.”
“Alright Aiden. Tonight at the docks. I’ll meet ye there.” She waves to the Shifter as the woman leaves, turns and heads off in the other direction. She’s work to do and it’s going to keep her busy.
Leo quirks a brow at Slaine, “I offered you shackles and chains Half Pint, unless this is the part where you tell about the kissing what you do with said bondage equipment is entirely up to you… Guest, guests, the entirety of the Vesper Armsman’s Corps, who am I to judge.” he smiles at her beautifically. Honestly he’s just really enjoying getting to call someone half pint. Then she ruins it, “Sterling. Pfft. That hack. He hardly makes anything that kills people.” muttermutter, “I’ll take a look.” he adds after a heartbeat. Sterling. What? And let the little gargoyle run about all over Gran’s place? He thinks not! … … … he really wants a gargoyle.Aiden shakes his head and turns to go. Different direction than Aliana. He has some things to attend to before tonight as well. “You two place nice. Don’t hurt eachother.” Beat. “Much.”
And then he’s off.
Leo meets up with an old friend over coffee and he's not to happy about it.
November 27, 2409