Erin Madigan: "Yes she did. I am kinda stuck here in town for a bit and just got done eating, so I thought I'd see if you were here," she pops another slice of orange into her mouth, motioning in an offer of one to him from the bag of them.

J.T. Sincaid: Don't forget modest Merc, you're -very- modest.

Surly: *rolls her eyes to Merc* fine, whatever. *smirks* just don't forget. *a sudden blink* by the way--i am a good student. there's only one Master in the ring, so when you're teaching, you're the boss.

Sadie Blackfoot: "No, I'm not the type," she says flatly, leaving it at that.

Olivia Boehm: Yeah, Merc. Totally modest. Show him what you showed me. *Laughing, the sound cut off when she winces again* Ouch.

Mercury: J.T.: A faint smile, but he saw how hard Olivia hit the ground, and is admittedly a little shaken as he realizes she hasn't changed yet and he could have killed her. He nods to Surly. "I understand. When training, and learning, I also become very focused. I learned that kind of discipline when I was fencing. It's essential."

Sadie Blackfoot: "Although..." she practically drawls. "I have a new job too, at a strip joint." *G*

Ewan O'Mailly: *He smiles at her and takes the orange slice.* Thanks. *He pops it in his mouth.* Anyways, you make stuff right? Ya think ya can teach me or something? I guess I have ta make something and all I know what ta make is songs and top raman.

Mercury: Olivia: "You're not exactly in shape for strip joints and bad-vibe gas stations."

Surly: *eyes Sadie* serving drinks or hostessing? *brow arching. nods to Merc* yeah, i know. spars and teaching, though, you usually can commit all your focus onto your opponent, or teacher. in a real fight, you've got to keep that same focus, but also become hyper-aware of the surroundings, in case your playmate brought some shy buddies just waiting for you to get distracted. that's half the fun, sometimes.

Olivia Boehm: I'll be fine. Really. *Though she's not nearly as energetic as she was*

Erin Madigan: "Well, I first came to apologize to you for the night. Where you almost got shot. I didn't realize what the moon was. I was kinda being an airhead.....some personal stuff. But I'll be more careful next time," she starts out. Then a nod about making things. "Yes, I make horsehoes, as well as swords and knives."

Sadie Blackfoot: Surly isn't taking the bait. She's getting to know her too damned well. "Yes," she admits.

Surly: *eyes Livvy* you're an idiot. a cracked rib can break entirely. and then a wrong move, just one, and you've got a hole in your lung. that'll kill you fairly quick, probably before anyone can do that werid shit and fix you up. *shakes her head* did i NOT just say that? the "bone shard in lung is bad idea" bit?

Olivia Boehm: *She looks at Surly, eyes narrowed* Then I'll find somebody to zap me, and I'll be fine. Who the fuck are you, anyway?

Mercury: Surly: "Exactly." He nods. "I think you're exactly the teacher I need." He cracks a grin. "Did I tell you about the time I slammed my fist through the rear window of a pick-up truck as it was driving away, grabbed the Wyrm thing driving it and pulled him out through the shattered window, then beat him to death? It was *beautiful*."

Surly: *smirks to Sadie* both? drinks and hostessing? *wrinkles her nose* i'd get arrested too damn quick in that kind of job. because some drunk retard would cop a feel, and i'd kill him.

J.T. Sincaid: *he nods when Surly speaks to Livvy* Yeah, you definately should get that looked at Liv...altough there isn't really much a doctor can do besides tape you up. *he shakes his head* I can almost garuntee you don't have insurance either.

Olivia Boehm: *Looking at Merc with an expression of pure jealousy, leaning into JT again*

Mercury: Olivia: "Listen to her, Livvy. She knows her shit. You need to get taped up. She's not flipping you shit without reason."

Aerin Thomas: Into the Sept he travels, staff tapping on the ground as he walks. He's got a moderately plaintive look on his face, the kind you might have with a dull headache or something like that...but then again, the man's always got a lot on his mind. He looks a little tired, as he walks along in the usual get-up...red lace-up shirt, black jeans, Docs, and the leather trench. ((PM for DD, if anyone needs it; PB 3))

Surly: *smirks to Livvy* Schulyer. call me Surly--it fits better. and hurry up and get "zapped" so we can square off. *blinks at Merc* no way! really? *an evil grin* damn, i'd've liked to have been there. *eyes lighting up*

Ewan O'Mailly: *He pauses for a moment.* Ya where there? Whatcha do? Sorry, I was a little to preocipide with the gun that was pressed to my thigh.

Sadie Blackfoot: "Most likely I'll be filling in where ever needed, at the bar, tables, washing dishes." Shrugs. "Just got the job yesterday."

J.T. Sincaid: Did I tell you guys about the time I drank 10 beers and had 8 shots without puking? *he chimes in trying to lighten the mood*

Olivia Boehm: That's why I asked you if you could tape me up, genius. *Elbowing JT*

Mercury: He nods to Aerin. "Yo."

Mercury: J.T.: "I could outdrink you, you know, if I could time it for when Rei's out of town."

Surly: *nods to Sadie* anyone cops a feel too hard, remember his face. we'll look him up when he gets out of the hospital and i'll show you a few special tricks. *as an afterthought* make sure you get some latex gloves that fit properly. *eyes JT with an unpleasant grin* did i tell you about the time i knocked a man down and squashed his testicles flat with his own foot?

Aerin Thomas: He looks up at Mercury as he nods, and gives him a small smile. "Hey, Mercury. S'up?"

Sadie Blackfoot: d10: per + alert: 2,3,9,6,8,

Erin Madigan: "I was the one who asked nicely for Jaime not to shoot you. Apparently that set him off....in my mind because that's when all hell broke loose. So that was my fault."

J.T. Sincaid: Well let me know when you're off your leash Merc, we'll test that out *ooooh burn! He does take a step backwards though, he's just being playful but Mercury is an ahroun afterall*

Surly: *glowers at Aerin and calmly flips him off* you need a decent couple of meals high in vitamins. try a good spinach salad sometime.

Sadie Blackfoot: Smiles darkly at Surly. "I'll do that." Looks to the familiar voice of Aerin. "Good evening, Mr. Thomas."

Olivia Boehm: I like you! *Beaming at Surly again*

Aerin Thomas: "Yeah, Surly. That's exactly what I need." A roll of the eyes, and he nods to her. "Hey." Sadie gets a nod as well.

Mercury: Aerin: "Just jawing with the peeps. Good to see you." Malevolent smirk at J.T. and he crooks a finger. "C'mere, J.T," he croons, "and let me punch YOU in the stomach and see if you fare better than Livvy."

Surly: *gives Sadie a wide, wickedly vicious grin, eyes lighting up again* good....

Mercury: Olivia: "That will pass," he says dryly.

Aerin Thomas: "Evening, Sadie. How are you?"

Sadie Blackfoot: Surly> "If they pay with credit cards we can make a house call." *smiles sweetly, yeah, she'd look up addresses*

Olivia Boehm: *Starting to laugh again, and again stopping when it hurts* Goddamnit. Really. Is there a med kit or something?

Sadie Blackfoot: Aerin> "I'm well, you?"

Surly: *almost a look of alarm on her face, glancing to Livvy* you aren't going to hug me or any of that shit, are you? the only touchy-feely i get into is when i can hurt something....*glares at Merc* oh, HELL no, you don't! you got the first one. it's my turn to hit someone now!

Mercury: Aerin: "Can you heal? Livvy's ribs got in the way of my fist. I swear, she *asked* me to do it!"

Aerin Thomas: A look up as Olivia calls for a medkit. "Someone hurt?"

Sadie Blackfoot: Aerin> Gestures to Livvy.

J.T. Sincaid: *he looks down at himself and then lifts up his shirt a bit* If you break my ribs....how am I supposed to do the laundry? *he's fairly well built his stomach is flat but by no means is it a washboard, he's just being goofily vain*

Surly: *cracks her knuckles, with a nod to Sadie* i knew you were gonna be a good student. *all but purrs at the thought of getting to really hurt someone....and teach in the process!* Aerin, the chick with the crazy hat got her ribs cracked.

Aerin Thomas: ((Puts my post before Merc's)) "Sure can." He makes his way to Olivia, giving her a hint of a friendly smile. "Let's see."

Mercury: J.T.: "Well," he drawls, "you have a choice. Do you want me to test your stomach muscles, or Surly?"

J.T. Sincaid: MEDIC! *he shouts randomly as if he's on a World War II battlefield trying to shout over the thundering of bombs and gunfire*

Ewan O'Mailly: *He puases a long moment.* Oh...well it doesnt matter anymore so let not think about alrigh'?

Aerin Thomas: A wince, as J.T. shouts. "Could you not...do that, please?"

Surly: *grins to JT* come on, pick one. i'll even take off my rings. *waggles her fingers, the silver gleaming dully*

Amy Silverthorne: *The slender redhead makes her way in, whistling blithely*

Erin Madigan: She nods as she swallows another piece of orange. "I at least owed you an apology for what I did. You are interested in learning how to craft something?" she quickly changes the topics.

J.T. Sincaid: If you wanna punch me go ahead. *he grins a bit, although it's because he knows that he can just shift after he's battered*

Olivia Boehm: You don't do the laundry. I do.

Amy Silverthorne: [Bad mouse! *Smacks the color back in*]

Sadie Blackfoot: Moves to the side, giving Surly plenty of room to step into a solid punch.

Surly: *eyes Merc* my turn. *eyes narrowing. and pulling off her rings*

J.T. Sincaid: *he laughs when Aerin winces* Sorry *he laughs quietly again*

Mercury: Finally notices Erin and grins, waving at her. "Yo, Erin. When did you come in?"

Olivia Boehm: Hi. *Giving Aerin a bright smile, lifiting up her shirt again to show the large, rapidly colouring bruise* Two broken, and at least one more cracked. *Perhaps she's done this before*

Aerin Thomas: Yeah. People's pain is funny. He shoots J.T. a glare and looks back to Olivia, waiting for her to expose her ribs so he can heal them.

Surly: *steps in front of JT. rolls her shoulders, eyes picking out just where she'd like to punch. takes aim, and does so*

Surly: d10: dex/brawl: 5,3,5,4,8,6,7,3,

Ewan O'Mailly: *Ewan shurges his shoulders again.* Eh its cool. Yeah I was told that I need ta craft something like a weapon or at...ummm torc? and sacurfice it.

Amy Silverthorne: *Woft-whistles at Olivia* 'Zit just me or is someone always injured when I come around?

Surly: *smirks* you're a shrimpy guy. i pulled it some. want another?

Aerin Thomas: A hand comes to rest gently on the woman's ribs, and he shuts his eyes, focusing.

J.T. Sincaid: *he braces himself, hmm luckily he's already made himself look the fool so getting knocked down can't make things any worse*

Surly: d10: dmg: 2,9,9,3,4,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Mothers Touch (WP): 4,8,4,2,10,9,

J.T. Sincaid: Thank you ma'am may I have another! *he says a bit loudly although without shouting since Aerin seems to have sensitive ears*

J.T. Sincaid: d10: soak: 3,1,2,

J.T. Sincaid: (lol great roll)

Sadie Blackfoot: Quietly watches the only slightly controlled mayhem that seems to erupt whenever three or more people show up in the sept.

J.T. Sincaid: *the punch does damage but it most certainly doesn't flatten him. He stands ready for another, but perhaps he's pushing his luck*

Surly: sure can! *she almost sounds cheerful. and punches him again*

Aerin Thomas: He vaguely considers dishing out a little injury, now that he's healed some. It would keep things balanced. His hand moves away from now-whole ribs, and he gives Olivia a weak smile. "There you go. All patched up."

Amy Silverthorne: *Her green eye sqints, hearing a fist go "thud" into someone* ...Must be a special occasion... Ass-Beating eve or something...

Surly: d10: d/b: 4,7,6,6,7,3,7,4,

Surly: d10: dmg: 6,8,2,6,8,7,9,

J.T. Sincaid: (oh this is gonna hurt haha)

Olivia Boehm: Amy> You should come around more. *Watching JT*

J.T. Sincaid: d10: Soak: 10,7,

Erin Madigan: She smiles. "I could try and help you with that," then a bigger grin as she remembers what he's referring to. "But you'll have to do most of the work on it. We just have to find me a forge and once I get a little more money, we can get the supplies for it."

Mercury: "Thanks, Aerin. Good work." Grins at Olivia.

Olivia Boehm: Thanks. Pay you back how? *Another bright smile, some of her energy returning*

Surly: had enough? *grinning widely, hard eyes gleaming wickedly*

J.T. Sincaid: ooooooff! *he staggers back with the second blast, this one catching him most cleanly. He ends up about 3 yards back from the impact and on his rear end. He makes an odd face closing one eye and blinking with the other* Good shot...*he says as if he's forcing the words out with an exhale of air as well*

Amy Silverthorne: Olivia: I could just hire a guy to come and hit you with a baseball bat every morning. Sames my shoes wear and tear. Is ten-thirty good?

Aerin Thomas: "Payback's unnecessary. I work pro bono." He nods to her, then Mercury, and looks back to J.T. as the man gets pummeled by Surly. A touch of a grin comes to his face.

Sadie Blackfoot: *That looked like it hurt. She's been on Surly's receiving side. The woman hits hard even when she's holding back.*

Olivia Boehm: Daaaaamn.... Nice! *Grinning back at Mercury as she applauds Surly*

Ewan O'Mailly: *He shakes his head.* I much rather do it myself, I got a year ta do it in, but if ya can teach me how to that'll be really cool.

J.T. Sincaid: *he shakes his head a bit and summons his inner strength to shift forms, he remains seated but he grows into Glabo his dedicated items shifting in size with him* I think I'll pass on another shot...less we're talking Jack Daniels, then I'm down

Mercury: He smirks at J.T. "Tsk."

Sadie Blackfoot: Idly wonders if they'll all compare dick sizes after they're through beating up on each other. Puts her money on Surly for having the biggest balls.

Surly: *almost looks happy. for about two seconds* that was amusing. i feel better now. *eyes Livvy, then Aerin* he always does good work. *to Aerin* you still need a few good meals.

J.T. Sincaid: *after a moment or two of sitting he rises to one knee. After another few moments he stands once more and stretches as his injuries neatly knit themselves. Ah the magic of being true-born, tis nice. He wears an amused grin through it all, clearly the physical pain did not dampen his jovial mood*

Aerin Thomas: "Oh. Yeah. So hi." He looks back to Olivia. "Aerin Dream Thomas. Fostern Philodox of the Children of Gaia, Sept of Gaia's Hand."

Olivia Boehm: Ten thirty is a little early.

Surly: ((*L@Sadie*)) *smirks* cheater. you should've at least kept the bruise as long as she had cracked ribs.

Aerin Thomas: He looks over at Surly, and shakes his head. "No, trust me. I don't have nutrient deficiencies...my mate feeds me quite well. It's more...environmental."

Amy Silverthorne: Olivia: Early bird gets the shit beatten out of it, you know. *A big grin*

J.T. Sincaid: *he laughs at Mercury* Yeah, like in a real fight you're ever like "I want you to hit me as hard as you can" *he does a fairly good Brad Pitt impression from Fight Club* (that was just for you Uktena!)

Olivia Boehm: You okay Tiger? *Watching JT a second longer, before her attention turns back to Aerin with an almost assulting bright smile* HI! I'm Livvy. *Thrusting her hand at him*

Erin Madigan: "I would like to do that. If you've got the time then, I'm sure I'll be able to get a forge and can teach you."

Dominic Vinitolli: **Dominic janders down the path. Hands tucked in his pockets. His jean jacket is undone and a conspicuous addition to his wardrobe this evening is a belt buckle that bears a fresh bunch of mistletoe attached to it.**

Sadie Blackfoot: ((Loved Fight Club!))

J.T. Sincaid: Yeah I'm fine. *he smiles a bit at Olivia as he shifts back down into his birth form, his glabro bulk melting away as quickly as it appeared*

Surly: *scratches her head and frowns as a braid comes into view* then maybe you need one of those shakes or something. *shrugs* if it's a hittable part of the environment, lemme know.

Aerin Thomas: (("God, I haven't been fucked like that since grade school." Best movie quote EVAR.)) He takes the offered hand and shakes it. "A pleasure."

Ewan O'Mailly: *He shurges his shoulders at her again.* I's got the time, not really going anywhere. I wished I could help ya with money, but I kinda only a kid.

Mercury: He shrugs. "I can take it. And Surly's right." He grins. "Livvy had the bruises a lot longer."

Aerin Thomas: "If only," he says to Surly.

Surly: ((*L* haven't looked at handmade soap quite the same way since....))

Erin Madigan: ((Yes, I did see that movie...despite Brad being in it *grin*))

Mercury: ((*L* Classic movie.))

Sadie Blackfoot: Puts a hand up so Aerin can't read her lips and mouths "worms" to Surly, with a grin.

Olivia Boehm: Bruises are a badge of honor, you! *Pointing at Merc*

Aerin Thomas: ((Although the ORIGINAL line that went there was even better. ANYWAY!))

Erin Madigan: "Oh, I'm getting by. And I should have more money in like a month or so at this rate." She looks back to where they had been. "Think they are still alive?"

Surly: you think you can take it, Merc. heh. *wrinkles her nose at Aerin* i hate pissy shit i can't beat the crap out of. *awwwww--look! it's Surly's soft and sympathetic side! it must've escaped the chain for a moment*

Olivia Boehm: ((I ~make~ homemade soap... *L* and i don't look at it the same either.))

J.T. Sincaid: Hey I'm the type of guy who works my advantages...it's why I'm so successful with the ladies! *he says with a laugh and a grin in Mercury's direction, his goofily vain demeanor remains well intact*

Amy Silverthorne: *Thunks down wherever looks comfy to watch the riotous masses*

Sadie Blackfoot: ((Oh my god, the fat collection scene almost made me puke. *L*))

J.T. Sincaid: (I made Aspirin in Chem lab...it tasted real bad though)

Olivia Boehm: See? You cheat. *Making a face at JT*

Surly: *blinks at Saide. and laughs. an actual laugh.*

J.T. Sincaid: *he just laughs a bit at Livvy, the one thing he doesn't tease her about is her not being able to shift forms*

Dominic Vinitolli: **he checks out the populace and drops a Han Solo smile bomb on the group at large.**

Aerin Thomas: Sadly, 'worms' mouthed tends to leave the 's' off, hard to make out as the enunciation is, and so the comment gets a furrowed brow and a concerned look directed Surly's way.

Mercury: J.T.: "Successful? You?" Wider grin.

Sadie Blackfoot: Dons an innocent expression.

Surly: ((*giggles* um...Livvy-p? you don't live near any clinics where they do lipo, do you?))

Mercury: Looks to the new arrival, Dominic, with a wolfish grin and a nod."

Sadie Blackfoot: ((She didn't say it aloud, just mouthed it.))

Surly: *waves at Aerin. grinning. she's actually stunning when she's really smiling. as opposed to a smirk or that maniacal "ass-kicking" grin she gets on occasion*

Olivia Boehm: *She grins at Dominic, waving at him* Hey trouble.

J.T. Sincaid: Mercury: Are you kidding? Have you seen this hair? *he runs two hands through it to fluff it up even more* It gets me spotted...and the ladies like what they see. *he laughs again, he's clearly joking but it's not all in jest, he knows he ain't ugly*

Olivia Boehm: ((no, of course not. *looks all innocent*))

Aerin Thomas: ((And I have to leave unexpectedly early, so Aerin just kind of wanders off. See you guys!))