It’s quite a bit later in the day than she’d originally intended when Megana finishes up with Zyx and the beginning stage of her search for the ruffians. It’s now late afternoon, almost evening booze time and she never had her breakfast booze. The expression on the Shifter’s face as she enters suggests the search was fruitless and the manner in which rapidly downs several shots of an assortment of alcohol while standing at the bar before even glancing around might be startling to anyone who hasn’t seen her drink before. She’s just set down the eight cup when Meg finally lifts her head and peers at the other patrons.
There are two men sitting at a table by the door watching the Shifter nervously. She grins and waves her fingers at them before her eyes continue their journey around the room. Who else is here and does she care?
Probably not, but in the corner of the room away from the doors to the kitchen and foryer, probably having his eighth or ninth cup of coffee for the day, is John, reclining a bit with a small… Yea, a small book in his hands as he sips his coffee. Apparently, he feels the need to read again, as a look of abject bored and concentration is on his face. No cloak on, his hair is tied back by a simple string to stop his bangs from going into his face in a style vaguely reminiscent of japanese samari.
John has reconnected.
Megana’s eyes settle on John for a moment before she finishes her look around the room. Satisfied, she murmurs to the bartender and waits a few moments for a large tray to be prepared. A pitcher of beer, a mug and another pitcher of coffee as well as some plates and cutterly and a large meat and vegetable pie. She nods and carries the tray herself over to the corner John is in and settles it carefully on the table before taking the seat next to him. “Afternoon.” She says as she pours herself a mug. “Hungry?”
With a blink, John slowly looks up, but his gaze stops on the food, before he licks his lips momentarily… Before stopping and shrugging, saying quietly “Perhaps a touch, but you don’t need to share. How do you do today, Meg?” He closes his book and grabs his coffee, sipping it slowly even as he tilts his head at the twin pitchers, before getting an almost smile.
She grins at John. “I am not hungry for food. The pie and coffee are for you.” The Shifter says. “I sucked today. I didn’t find any of those losers. Yet. I will though. I suspect I know who was behind it anyway. If I’m right there won’t be any proof to be found. There never is with him. I could be wrong though so I gotta find them to see.”
Megana drains half her mug and leans back, burps softly and wipes her lips on an inside bit of her cloak. “Shit. I’m supposed to use that damned girly hankything and sip it from a wineglass but fuck it. I am so not in the mood for the lady lessons.” She scowls for a moment.
A soft chuckle escapes him as he tilts his head, before John remarks dryly and easily “I don’t imagine someone with a reputation such as you really /needs/ to act like a lady, do you?” With that said, he turns a slightly more clinical eye to the food… Before slowly reaching out for a fork to start eating it slowly. Making small ‘yum’ noises, he seems to ponder something for a few moments, before frowning just slightly, then asking quietly “Would you like to… Hire me, perhaps? A fresh set of eyes is always a good thing when digging up answers.” Now, an excuse to figure out something he was curious about already. Awesome
Megana considers this for as long as it takes her to finish her mug and pour another one. Brown eyes lit with amusement meet John’s and she decides to answer honestly. “Not really. It’s something I don’t know how to do though and so I’m trying to learn. It could come in handy sometime and I..” A slight flush colors the Shifter’s cheeks briefly and has nothing to do with the alcohol she’s consumed. “..It’s not as useless as I used to think.”
“It has occured to me a fesh set of eyes would be useful. Hodkins doesn’t know your face, your new here. You might actually be able to get something but that isn’t why I’m here. I just saw you and..” She shrugs. She’s decided she likes him. She takes care of what she likes and he’s interesting.
“And you also decided that you like to blush?” A small poke of fun, maybe an excuse to stop talking about it, maybe not. He still gives a nod, though. Then, with a slight frown, John says slowly “Who is this… Hodkins?” His voice soft whilst being thoughtful, even as he studies you for a moment, apparently trying to discern your ‘real’ reason for approaching him. After all, most people don’t like people who threaten to cause icy explosions in a mans nether regions.
Machsisitic regenerator types aside, of course
“Not so much actually.” Megana shakes her head. “Side effect of regaining my humanity. Or my soul maybe. An unfortunate side effect but.. I’ll master it eventually.” Her voice is determined. “He’s a total dick crumb. Rival gem merchant that kills off all his competition in ways that can’t be traced back to him. He couldn’t control Zyx or make her work for him so I suspect he’s trying to eliminate her now. I’ve been trying to get close enough to kill him for awhile but he’s not stupid. He’s also like me, or like I was. Devoid of all the things that makes a human, human.” Megana frowns and sighs. “It’s Vesper though. It’s at least slightly possible this had nothing to do with him. Too soon to tell. Even so, that guy has to got to be dealt with.
Slowly nodding, John seems to ponder something while sipping his coffee, his gaze downcast as he studies it and his food, before he nods, once, sharply to himself. “Who are the big players aside from the thirty and yourself? If you can share that, of course.” A now bland, thoughtless smile on his face as his eyes don’t quite meet yours. Laying on your lips, actually. Totally only to make himself look like an air head, as he takes another sip of his coffee.
Megana watches John for a few minutes and then laughs. “I’m a nobody. The thirty know me, sure. I saved their city and their asses and this world. I also told them how useless they are and that I think they suck. And I’ve got plenty of allies and enemies. Lazlo’s rules know me now too but I think I probably pissed them off pretty good too. I don’t do things they way other Shifter’s do. Or I didn’t, until recently I couldn’t risk it. I always tried to bargain or trade and make alliances instead of dominate or control and force. So I haven’t made it as far as I might. So if you’re looking for power you aren’t likely to find it hanging with me. If you’re looking for a nice safe and quiet life you’re definitely not gonna find it with me. I say and do whatever the hell I want, when I want and if someone tries to stop me then I try to stop them.”
Briefly Megana quiets and stares discontently into her mug then shrugs. She is what she is. It usually doesn’t bother her, but she’d seen Varos this morning. “I’m also really good at reading body language. It’s a little late in our association to try the airhead thing. To be honest I’dve probably seen through it if you started with it but at this point..” She chuckles softly again.
A small laugh escapes him before he shrugs, John’s smile leaving in a second even as his gaze sharpens, before he leans back and just… Stares at you, before saying quietly “Oh well. Got you to laugh slightly, no?” His tone a touch dry even as he shrugs, before tilting his head, frowning thoughtfully for a long moment… Then just shrugging, lapsing into silence. Either to let you continue talking or because he has nothing more to say. Or because he realizes he will probably say something wrong, who knows?
“You did.” The Shifter smiles at John. “So. You want to join the Academy. I’ve seen a bit of what you can do. Why do you want go there? What’s your end goal?” She’s curious how and what he’ll answer. What was her end goal at that age? She can’t even remember. Huh. “Have you been up there yet?” It had never been home to her, even when she’d lived there for most of a decade. Until recently no where had been home. “And where are you staying? It’s a lot of questions, I know but I’m a nosy bitch.”
He tilts his head as he finishes his food, before John tilts his head, thinking for a moment… And truthfully states “I’ve been up at the academy, and my only end goal is to learn more. As to where I’m staying… Maybe I’ll keep that quiet for now.” A twinkle of amusements in his eyes as he finishes his final cup of coffee, standing up smoothly and remarking “I suppose, though, that I should get going to the academy. I’m a TA.”