Aerin Thomas: The man can't make a trip into the city without stopping by Battery. And so, here he is, sitting on a bench, smoking a cigarette. He's clean shaven, his hair pulled back in a ponytail, dressed in his usual leather trenchcoat over the crimson dress shirt and black slacks.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa bounces into the park, dressed in a short white robe with an overstuffed messenger bag strewn across her chest. Her feet are slid in shottily handmade black leather sandals. Her dark waves blowing wildly in the wind. She scans the area, looking for a good patch of grass to set up.

Abbey Randelle: *Horrible rabbits. perforating the manor grounds with their underground domiciles.. she'd set traps of course, but it was distrubing to see them going about their rodent buisiness so close to the gymnasium. the white wisp of a girl slips through battery on her way back from a fencing instruction, blade slung down the long line of her back, grey eyes scanning for a bench she might use to tie her sneaker*

Abbey Randelle: d10: per alert: 9,3,6,9,

Alyssa Kostapoulos: d10: per+alert: 6,1,8,9,3,

dara: *this having been her regular hangout of late this is where she wanders to after getting the few catalogs she found to look through, brows furrowed as she looks through them and walks*

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alertness: 8,7,5,2,3,3,

Abbey Randelle: *man on bench. bench. that would do for tying her shoe. she glides closer, white hair wisping around her face in the fall breeze. her eyebrow quirks as she notes Alyssa in her robe. an internal cringe.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa veers from the path, bouncing by aerin on her way to a patch of grass just beyond his bench. She blinks over to abbey with a tiny bow of the head to the noblewoman. Must keep playing friendly with the barbarians.. She offers a friendly smile and plops down in the grass. Starts digging in her bag.

Aerin Thomas: He glances around above his cigarette, eyes falling on Alyssa and Abbey first, looking them over with a hint of wariness. His eyes then cast over to see Dara, and he smiles a little.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa hums herself a happy little tune and produces a white cloth, laying it out picnic style on the grass. She sets out an unmarked wine jug and an ornate goblet.

Abbey Randelle: *polite smile to the looney greek woman. barest tilt of her head as she casts glass grey eyes to Aerin, murmering* Excuse me sir. *slender white fingers flick deftly over her laces, the things are white, as are the shoes. not "once was white" but pure brilliant white, just like everything else on the girls slender body, but for the flash of red from her engagement ring*

dara: *hair down except for the bleached streaks in pigtails at the sides, shes wearing raggedy black jncos and well scuffed docs spattered with paint, backpack over her shoulder, black babydoll with teh word 'freak' over longsleeved mesh shirt, lip nose and brow rings in*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Continuing to hum to herself, she pulls out three bundles of ivy and a short swort, laying everything out on the cloth. She clammers over to sit in the middle of her arrangement with a proud incline of the chin up to the sky. Like she's checking to see if its still there.

dara: how in helios...*brows furrowing, she turns the one catalog shes looking at upsidedown, pausing in her steps*

Aerin Thomas: "Quite excused." He looks over to Abbey and nods, amicably. He glances very briefly at the engagement ring, then back out across the paths. "Congratulations."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks back down. A bit taken back. She flicks her bright brown eyes to dara "Helios? Girl.. you know the sun?"

Abbey Randelle: thank you ..*a white eyebrow darts up as she observes Alyssa. oh dear. no discretion. she murmers distractedly to Aerin* I'm sorry.. I'm uncertain we've met..

dara: *blink....blinkblink with the dark green eyes peering at her from behind the catalog(some womens clothing type thing this one)* ummmmmmmmm.......yeeeeeeeah whyyyy?*slowly raising a brow, glancing about*

dara: d10: per+alert: 8,5,9,4,7,2,2,

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa smiles brightly to dara. Excited it would seem "The gods.. they sing to you, too?"

Aerin Thomas: He looks at her, and shakes his head. "I don't think we have." He rises from the bench, extending his hand to the albino. "Aerin Thomas."

dara: *when she spies aerin she beams, waving energetically,abbey just gets a blink and slow nod and a chew of her lipring before eyes go back to alyssa*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa tilts her head curiously to dara. Confused at her hesitance. "Speak up, child. There's nothing to be ashamed of. They speak to me, too."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She wanders in, left completely to her own devices today. Deep brown eyes too old for her years gaze with feigned disintrest upon the world. Her heart shaped face is slightly rounded with just the last few ounces of babyfat, holding her firmly in that hazy grey between a girl and a woman. Her skin is deeply tanned, the olive undertones giving her an exotic glow. Hair the colour of strong espresso falls in a straight, chin length bob, often held back by antique looking jeweled clips at the sides. She's too pretty for her own good, and carries herself like she's all too aware of where that can get her.*

dara: well.....I dunno bout singin...mebbe.....but I know helios.....guess ya could say

Abbey Randelle: *a polite smile to Dara, inclination of her head before she turns, as is proper, and addresses Aerin, taking his hand in her porcelion one with practiced grace. she murmers* Abbey Randelle. A pleasure to meet you Mr. Thomas.

Aerin Thomas: He grins and nods to Dara before looking back to Abbey, shaking the hand and releasing it. "A pleasure back." Randelle...he should know that name...

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a soft laugh "I suppose it's alright. The best I could hope from a silly barbarian.. I've met only a handful of educated ones since coming to the city. Though you're the first that's spoken of Helios. Are you a priestess?"

Abbey Randelle: *removing her hand, the pristine creature regards Aerin with unwavering grey eyes, pointed chin tilted up in stately bearing. she glancees towards Alyssa again. a slight twinge in her brow denoting her displeasure. the woman was a liability out here in public.*

dara: I aint a barbararian lady inna short dressy thing...*giggling softly, smile infectious, shaking her head* noooope......though I do owe 'im lots ya could say....

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Backpack over her shoulder, she heads to her chosen bench*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives Abbey an oblivious friendly smile "Hello noblewoman." turning back to dara, she pats the white cloth, motioning for her to sit with her "Owe him.. does he favor you?"

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 6,9,3,6,5,4,

Aerin Thomas: "Miss Randelle...you know an Ingvar Urgahaldt, perchance?" He glances around, over his shoulder, and notes Jocelyn as she makes her way to a bench.

dara: *she plops bonelessly down on the ground, the few catalogs shes got on her put down next to her, backpack slipped off as well* uh.....think tha phrase is child of helios? *thinking as if not sure if its right or not before she nods* yep...thassit.....*pigtails bobbling a bit as she nods*

Abbey Randelle: Miss Kostapoulos.. a pleasure to see you again *she murmers just soft enough to be heard.. she rehones her attention on Aerin as he mentions ingvar, an eyebrow raising* Indeed I do Mr. Thomas, Mr. Urgahaldt and I are to be wed. He is my fiance. *she murmers hand slipping to the strap of her blade case*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a proud nod, uncorking the jug "He is mighty. And worthy of your praise." She pours some of the wine into the goblet "I was just about to pray to the Moirai."

Aerin Thomas: He blinks, and then smiles. "Ahh, of course. I'm surprised we haven't met before. Ingvar and I have a...fairly long association, since before here in New York. This truly is a pleasure." For a guy as informal as Aerin normally is, he can sure turn the etiquette on when he needs to.

dara: yeah he is a pretty cool one helios....*giggling softly again, tilting her head oddly* moirai? sat like.....the morrigan er morrigu?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa unbundles the ivy and speads it along the edge of the cloth. Still humming to herself in between comments.

Abbey Randelle: *a certain amount of wariness is called for with those who know ingvar. but she smiles politely and inclines her head* Indeed, forgive me for not recognizing you upon introduction. Ingvar speaks well of you Mr. Thomas.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a soft laugh to dara, shaking her head "Moirai. The three sisters of fate."

Aerin Thomas: "Hmm, I thought he knew me better then that." Yes, it was a joke, by the smile on his face. "Seriously, though...my sincerest congratulations. He's a good man."

Abbey Randelle: *she quirks a corner of her mouth at his joke. she wouldn't use the term "good" to describe ingvar in a general sense.. she draws a delicate hand up to tuck at a renegade wisp of hair, murmering* Indeed he is. Thank you for your regard. You are aquainted with him from prior to New York?

Aerin Thomas: A little nod. "We knew each other back in the last city I lived in, in the Midwest."

Abbey Randelle: I see. *her hands clasped back in front of her, she's a model of decorum, attention on Aerin* I trust you will attend the wedding sir?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa happily starts up a greek hymn, raising the goblet up in homage to the Moirai. Her singing is hardly good.. though the passion of her voice seems to cover up her lack of tone.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *...and sometimes, the devil really does appear. The stately young magyar uncoils from the back of a black sedan with fluid grace, a moment given to adjust the crisp lines of his suit, powerful hands moving with swift ease to settle it in place, to press a wrinkle from riding in the car. Murmured words, and he closes the door to make his way into the park, steps even, nearly mechanical as pale green eyes slip through the trees.*

Abbey Randelle: *her eyes can't help but slide to Alyssa. then around the park carefully. she would draw them like flies. the woman was worse than.. mr. kennedy. a slight purse of her lips, she suddenly feels the need to flick a bit of invisible nothing from the sleeve of her coat*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: The young girl continues her song, not seeming to mind that she's in a well populated area. She takes the goblet and pours some wine into the grass before bringing it to her lips with a sip.

Aerin Thomas: ((Sorry guys, one sec))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa sings innocently to herself, eyes sparkling with every note. The girl obliviously unsheathes and shortsword and places it to a scarred forearm.

Mark Souma: *Standing at approximately five feet and six inches, the Asian American boy does not make much of an impressive figure. He is not quite intimidating, but there is something about him, his dark brown, nearly onyx, narrowed eyes, perhaps, that make for a mystery, shrouded in fog. It seems to be counteracted, however, by the spiked black hair, striped with some color of dye. It is hard to tell, his hair is so dark. The constantly questioning, ever curious look on his face is only slightly overweighed by bitterness all of nineteen years can bring a kid who's seen too much. His left ear is pierced three times, his right twice. There is a hoop in his slightly smirk-twisted bottom lip. His Sex Pistols shirt is loose over his figure, and his jeans as well. His head is held up, watching, as if he simply knows better than the world.*

Mark Souma: *It seems he is simply going for a stroll, headphones shoved into his ears, eyes closed.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: (her, not and. Her sword)

dara: (*tries ONE more time, shakes fist at browser* beHAVE you...*raises brow*) *shed gone quiet, just watching and listening...curious.....taking up her catalogs again, she peers over at aerin again, and notices abbeys sword.....oooo.....that definately catches her interest....attention diverted....she gets up and starts to wander over*

Abbey Randelle: *abbey glances to the girl again, and her eyes widen. she loks to Aerin and murmers* Excuse me a moment please sir.. *and she's off, gliding like moonlight across the park, slender legs eating up the distance between her and Alyssa* Excuse me Miss Kostapoulos.. might I have a word?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa looks about ready to rake the blade across her arm when Abbey interrupts. She cuts her song short with a friendly smile to the noblewoman. "What did you need? I'm praying."

dara: *aaaand pauses....when abbey comes over to alyssa she pauses right where she is, eyeing between her and the sword and alyssa and the sword, chewing her lipring and nabbing up her bag and catalogs before she wanders over towards aerin*

Aerin Thomas: "Of course, Miss Randelle." He looks around, sighing a bit as he lights a new cigarette.

Abbey Randelle: Forgive my interruption.. however.. *she dips her head and drops her voice to a sub murmer, voice soft like steel encased in silk*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *His eyes track the white flicker of Abbey through the trees... his lips purse slightly at her expression, but his steps carry him toward where she and Aerin had been speaking. A brief nod to the other man, calm, as he glides to a stop.* Mr. Thomas..

Mark Souma: *He sighs, relaxed, and flops on a bench, pulling the headphoned out of his ears, letting them flop absently on his shoulders. His eyes reopen, and he takes a look around.*

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((*grumbles*)) *She wanders out from the trees, tucking hair behind her ear with her free hand, the other on the strap of her backpack*

Mark Souma: d10: per+alert: 8,8,3,10,3,6,

Mark Souma: d10: Reroll ten: 6,

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks with a confused look to the noblewoman. She makes no effort to lower her voice "Why should I not pray in public? My relgion isn't something I aim to hide. Why does it threaten you, woman?"

Mark Souma: *He looks around. Whoa, crazy lady with the sacrifical knife in the park. Weird scary guy approaching a... hot pale lady. Stoner guy. Heyyy... cute pierced girl. Girl with backpack. All in all, a full night of ogling begins to plan.*

dara: *uhhh boy....eh well...so hes going to talk to aerin too.....goody goody gumdrops and all that..she keeps heading that way, hands stuffed (except for the one holding onto the catalogs) in the pockets of the huge jeans, giving a tiny wave to aerin as she makes her way over....pausing if he looks like he might be busy with ingvar*

Abbey Randelle: It is not me it threatens Miss Kostapoulos, but your own safety. You are by your own admittance new to this land, are you not? *she murmers politely*

Alfgrímr Imbrey: He jogs into the park, head nodding in rhythm with the song blaring through his earphones. He seems not so different from any other kid out on the street, about seventeen and still filling out across the chest and shoulders though likely not going to much taller than his current 5'8. Strawberry blonde hair is spiked up with blue still just visible at the tips. Naturally pale skin has seen just enough sun to have as much of a tan is needed to keep him from looking absolutely ghostly, and draw out a few errant freckles. His eyes are clear icy green, flicking up from the path to take in the park. He's dressed in unassuming clothes, blue jeans, a green sweatshirt.

Aerin Thomas: He nods to Ingvar. "Ingvar. Good to see you."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She tilts her head "I am. Do the barbarians take offense to my worshipping in public? I was led to beleive that the silly americans had freedom of religion."

Mark Souma: *He can't help but grin, hearing the voice of the girl with the knife. It's amusing. He watches Abbey and Alyssa as if watching a tennis match.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes flick to Dara as she approaches.. a slight nod, not overly familiar but certainly far from exclusionary.* Madame.. good evening. *He stands a short way from Aerin, casual, but nearly regal.*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *There's some guy on her bench. This displeases her, a scowl forming as she looks for another option*

Aerin Thomas: A glance to Dara, and he grins to her. "Hey, you. Been a while."

Abbey Randelle: *perhaps she'd develop a twitch. why were willworkers not tested as to whether they were mentally unstable before being allowed to survive? she smiles politely and reinforces* there are institutions which, should they happen upon you, as is more likely in public,will seek to dispose of you. Those with relations to fate are at risk. It is best you are aware of the risk you place yourself at.

Alfgrímr Imbrey: d10: per/alert: 8,4,2,2,4,4,

Abbey Randelle: *all murmered lowly. Alyssa may be blaring, but abbey's practically whispering*

dara: yeah...heyas....*giving something of a shrug and nod to ingvar, looking from him to aerin to see if its cool she stands by them, fidgeting like she cant stand still, soft clicking coming from inside her mouth....*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa narrows her eyes on the woman. Noble or not.. no one talks to her like that. "Mind your tongue, woman. I've done nothing wrong. If you feel that I've acted carelessly.. then you simply do not understand my actions. And i've no time to deal with your ignorance."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Lot of people here tonight. She recognizes the Greek chick, and offers up a quick plea to Gaia that the girl doesn't recognize her. Mark gets a half scowl as she passes her bench*

Mark Souma: *He arches an eyebrow, and givea a grin to the passing backpack girl. He gnaws idly on his thumb nail.* Got a problem?

dara: yeah it has been...*giggling softly, giving a real smile, she even chances a hug to the hippie looking guy aerin*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her steps slow, looking at him, then the bench, then back* Do you?

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((yell if you need a DD))

Aerin Thomas: More Matrix-Hippie, these days. He nods, giving Dara more of a half-smile...best he gives, these days. He does hug her. "How've you been?" He glances over to Ingvar momentarily.

Alfgrímr Imbrey: He slows down when he manages to catch a voice over his music, looking over at Abbey and Alyssa and turning the music off.

Mark Souma: No problem other than getting glared at like I'm a fucking waste of space, *he says casually, looking up at her. He digs in his pocket, and pulls out the rectangular box.* So. What's the problem?

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Hair toss, trying not to blush slightly as he calls her attitude exactally* No problem. I ususally sit there.

Abbey Randelle: *a white eyebrow darts up, as the temperature drops a degree, abbeys head tilting slightly. woman? oh ..indeed. a polite smile as she murmers*Regardless of unpleasantness, Do be cautious miss Kostapoulos. Should you be captured it would be most unfortunate. *and with that polite warning the svelte albino glides smoothly back to Ingvar and aerin. what? Ingvar? a slight smile*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She eyes him, mostly the cigarette* Got another one of those? *Tossing her bag between them, sitting to the right of the bench*

dara: yeah....yknow...*lips twitching, a giggle threatening but not erupting yet, nodding to abbey as she comes back that way* a long stick o metal with a handle thats sharp on tha sides an pointy on top?*said playfully*

Abbey Randelle: *the woman approaches, hand slipping perfectly into the crook of Ingvar's arm. a matched pair, tall dark and forboding. slender white and pure. both with a bit of ice. its art. she murmers to Aerin and dara, then looks to Ingvar* forgive the interruption.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She goes about the same motions as before, speading the ivy, pouring the wine into the grass and sipping some for herself before setting the goblet aside.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *His gaze retains the same chilling, empty caliber as Abbey approaches, though it perhaps remains long enough to be a touch familiar. The shadow of a smile passes under stark features as she approaches.* Mr. Thomas, you have met Ms. Randelle, yes? *A look between them.*

Mark Souma: Yeap, *he says easily, and holds up the box with a faint smirk, pinching cigarette between his lips. Teasing, perhaps, as he will proceed to play a short game of keepaway with her.*

Aerin Thomas: "We just met, yes." He smiles to Abbey, then looks back to Dara with a chuckle. "Sorry, Dara. No idea."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A murmured exchange of pleasantries with the pale slip of a woman before he speaks in that strangely calm, rumbling voice.* A broadsword... *flick of eyes to Aerin, then he extends one powerful hand to Dara, handshake style.* If you would, madam...

Abbey Randelle: *a polite smile to dara before she murmers the name of a very expensive sword shop uptown, adding mildly* I beleive they carry larger blades as well. you are profficient?

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Girl sure does scowl a lot. She chews her bottom lip for a second, finally giving in* Can I have one?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: And finally without interruption, Alyssa brings the blade across her already scarred forearm spilling her blood to the grass in offering to the gods with a proud incline of the chin.

Alfgrímr Imbrey: He watches Alyssa. First his own mythology lesson, now his own ritual to watch, how could anyone not love this city?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa hums happily to herself. Content now that she's spoken to the gods. She squeezes the blood from her arm with a playful shake to the grass before digging in her bag for bandages.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((I'd like Jocelyn's descrip, if you're still offering. If anyone would like Ingvar's, lemme know.))

dara: *shrugging with an oh well to aerin and a smile, she looks to the hand from ingvar with the briefest of pauses before she takes it in a slightly confused looking shake* kaaay.....*hearing abbey and tilting her head, shaking it after* naw...actually....s'for.....s'for summun real special ta me...*yep...theres a hint or more of blush to her cheeks*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Deep brown eyes too old for her years gaze with feigned disintrest upon the world. Her heart shaped face is slightly rounded with just the last few ounces of babyfat, holding her firmly in that hazy grey between a girl and a woman. Her skin is deeply tanned, the olive undertones giving her an exotic glow. Hair the colour of strong espresso falls in a straight, chin length bob, often held back by antique looking jeweled clips at the sides. She's too pretty for her own good, and carries herself like she's all too aware of where that can get her.*

Abbey Randelle: *a nod of her head.* of course.

Aerin Thomas: ((Ahh, yes, DD. I got one of those, for anyone inketerested.))

Duncan O'Brien: DD a man in an old style trench coat, wearing a derby and an unbuttoned white dress shirt. He has red hair sticking out from under the derby and is smoking a cigarette

Alyssa Kostapoulos: (while we're dolling them out.. *G*) The first thing you'll notice about Alyssa is her rich olive skintone that holds a certain softness about the girl. Her eyes are a deep brown, lashes thick and dark giving the air of heavy makeup though you'll never catch the girl wearing any. Her dark hair is cropped to her shoulders and hold a natural wave, outlining her mediteranian cheek structure. She dresses in simple garments, generally natural fibers and earthy tones to accent her features. She is average height, roughly five foot six inches, weighing about 115. Despite her small stature, she give the air of strength and a willingness to fight for what she believes in. Age is hard to tell with this one. Looks alone would imply she's in her teens, though she carries herself with the pride of an older woman.

Duncan O'Brien: The man is nestled up against a tree

Aerin Thomas: ((I'm a lemming! *Dives off a cliff, or rather, gets pushed off one by a Disney bulldozer*)) Jeremy is a very average-looking person. He stands 5'11", and is a little bit thin at 145 pounds. At 28 years of age, he still has a baby-face, clean-shaven, and is commonly mistaken for 18-20 years old. His hair, a medium-brown, goes down to about his mid-back, and is pulled back into a ponytail. As stated before, he has a very youthful face, with bright blue eyes that flash with intelligence and full cheeks. His right canine is missing, but that's neither here nor there. Something about his features suggests maybe a Welsh origin. He's dre ssed in a red button-down shirt, black slacks, with a black leather tren ch coat over the whole thing. He is also never without his military- surp lus backpack, an olive-colored thing that holds his belongings.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa squeezes as much blood from her arm as she can, careful not to drip any on her white robe. She takes the bandages in her teeth to prepare to wrap herself up.

Aerin Thomas: ((Except drop off the backpack. :P))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *At Dara's words, he removes his hand- the air of one who was perhaps about to offer advice.* Ah.. I had wondered whether you intended to wield such a thing yourself... *a rake of eyes across her forearm.. no.. too fragile.*

dara: (miiight as well*G* pic is in the site picture album) *a petite pale young woman thats almost too thin, shes got long jet black hair(bleachblond structured bangs and a bleach streak to either side of her face) and dark green eyes, wearng black baggy raggedy jnco jeans and scuffed paint spattered docs with a longsleeved black mesh shirt under a black babydoll that has 'freak' on it in white letters, lower lip left nostril and left brow pierced, hair down loose except for the pigtails at the sides, backpack over her shoulder and catalogs in her hands, a silvery chain dissappears down her shirt*

Abbey Randelle: ((white skin. white hair. grey eyes. white clothes. blade case down her back (white). slender and untouchably pretty albino. appearence specialty "pure". high maitenance? yes. decoum? hell yes))

dara: naw...I wish..itd break me in half....but I do wanna learn how ta fight, sword an otherwise.....I need ta figger that out someday*shrugging gently*

Mark Souma: *He grins, and slides one out of the pack for her.* Here. since you asked SO nicely, *he says, his eyes widening, so sincere. A grin is offered as he takes a puff off of his own.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa wraps the bandage around her forearm with a clear practiced skill. By the looks of it the sight of her own blood and binding her own wounds comes quite naturally to her. She continues to hum happily to herself.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Striking, coldly handsome features, and carefully styled black hair- the young magyar cuts a figure nearly impossible to ignore- though more through the severity of his presence than any particulars of his tall, broad shouldered frame. Powerful, long fingered hands suited to either pianist or strangler. Ingvar seems the waiting brutality of a hammer clad in an exquisitely tailored suit. Haughty pride and sinister bearing he seems well accustomed to.* ((SL PB 2, streetwise over 2, pm me.))

Abbey Randelle: *she allows her eyes to slip towards Alyssa, dear god.. she looks away, murmering* perhaps it would be prudent to adjourn to the indoors?

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her nose wrinkles at him, and she tries to hide her own grin* Well, yeah. You know. Good manners will get you everywhere. Thanks. *Taking it, hand out for the lighter*

Aerin Thomas: He takes a step back, lighting another cigarette and looking around the park as Dara talks with Ingvar and Abbey. He's silent, and a little stoic, standing almost like a bodyguard might, though who he's guarding is anyone's guess.

Jasper: *Jasper makes his way into the park, seeming to have chosen to be wearing black today instead of his usual clothing, hands in his coat pockets...

Mark Souma: *And instead of asking for it, he hands over the lighter.* Just give it back after you're done with it. We'll be good and I won't have to attack and bite with sharp teeth and claws. Seriously. I can be vicious.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: When her wound is properly wrapped, Alyssa stands and begins gathering her things. She downs the wine left in the goblet and stuffs that and the jug back in her bag, as well as the cloth and random handfuls of ivy.

Surly: *long black leather trench. a pair of pants made of thin silvery chains disappearing into wide leather cuffs at the tops of her boots. a matching leahter wasitband. a black, widebrimmed hat complete with a blood-red feather. gloved hands bearing a heavy ring on each finger. a cone in one hand. and a scowl. no--she isn't wearing a shirt under the open trench*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She arches a brow as she lights the cigarette, then smirks and slips the lighter into her pocket*

Surly: d10: : 2,5,4,3,9,2,

Jasper: d10: Per+Alert: 3,8,7,9,9,3,

Duncan O'Brien: *the man in the trench coat begins to stroll around the park. His full stature can be made out now. He is around 5'10" but is impressively muscular and stout for his height. he flicks the cigarette away from him as he says to himself " shite, i hate these things" he then pulls a stogie from his coat and lights it up. He seems a great deal more satisfied.*

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 4,7,3,8,10,4,

Surly: *she might know some of this crowd. who cares if she does? stalks over to the nearest empty bench and plants herself on it*

Abbey Randelle: ((phone ...abbey will be a pretty arm compliment )

Aerin Thomas: He's alert as always, noting the sudden presence of Duncan, as well as Japser and Surly's entrances. A weary smile is thrown Surly's way...the others are merely watched, appraisingly.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa throws the overstuffed bag back over her shoulder and bounces back toward the path, flashing abbey a quick 'i told you so' smirk. She skips down the way, looking wide eyed around the park.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: d10: per+alert: 8,3,3,2,3,

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Long fingers drift over the pale ones held in the crook of his arm as he considers Dara's words.* I would then, second Ms. Randelle's recommendation. Losario's is a fine shop.. I believe they are listed.. *The smooth, distant rumble of his voice folds around the small group.*

Jasper: *Jasper looks around as he makes his way through the park, eyes going over those within sight, studying for a moment before moving on, then he smiles slightly when he spots Jocelyn and starts making his way towards her...

dara: umm..*flicking a glance between ingvar and abbey and aerin at the suggestion of going inside, when no one says anything she shrugs her shoulders, soft clicking coming from inside her mouth, eyes flicking elsewhere*

dara: d10: per+alert: 6,2,4,2,2,3,2,

Jasper: ((Those in need of Jasper's DD, feel free to pm me))

Surly: *quite calmly flips Aerin the bird, giving him a smirk as she does. hard eyes almost friendly. for her*

Mark Souma: *And, hell,he goes after it. Reaching for her pocket.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *An interested glance toward Surly- he blinks at the open coat, but looks away after a moment.. the woman... is an odd one... but perhaps steady.*

dara: kay then..Ill hafta go there then....thanks*giving ingvar and abbey a bit more of a real smile, too distracted to really notice others about them*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She squeaks, laughing and swatting at his hand, waving to Jasper as she gets the lighter back out and hands it back* Mark> That was hardly scary. I'm Jocelyn.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa luckily doesn't seem to notice jocelyn. She bounces behind the large stranger.. duncan.. and starts skipping alongside the man with a curious grin. "You are a celt." She states, proudly.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Though he continues to look about the park, for the most part, the hard young magyar glances to Aerin before he speaks.* Luck thus far?

Aerin Thomas: He gives the absolute faintest of smirks to Surly's "wave" and then looks between Ingvar, Abbey, and Dara. He seems amenable to inside, out...whichever.

Duncan O'Brien: * the stout man turns around with a smile and answers " aye, lass"

Mark Souma: I said I COULD be. Not that I would be, *he says with a grin.* Mark.

Jasper: *Jasper tilts his head slightly as his eyes shift to Mark as he reaches for Joc's pocket, then just gives a shake of his head and smiles to Joc when she spots him...

Jocelyn Pasqual: So you're a tease. *Grinning back* Nice to meet you, Mark.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa skips in a loose circle around the man. She seems unable to stand still. "I've only met one other irishman since coming to the city. He rides a steel horse." she states with a bright smile. She makes no effort to hide her thick greek accent.

Mark Souma: d10: per+alert: 6,3,6,6,4,2,

Jocelyn Pasqual: Hi old man. *Beaming at Jasper when he's close enough, eyes flickering to Mark for a second, clearly questioning when she looks to Jasper again*

Mark Souma: Mmmh... only mostly, *he says with a smirk, and he looks back, around. Jasper does not exctly get the nicest look from him.*

Duncan O'Brien: ((As the simple statement rolls off of Duncan's lips, you believe this may be the thickest irish accent you have ever heard))

Surly: *snickers to herself and pushes up off the bench, heading thattaway. nods to Ing and Abs when she's close enough for them to notice. *

Aerin Thomas: ((I beg to differ, Duncan. *Looks for Jamie and grins*))

Mark Souma: ((*points to Stephen... who went back to Ireland*))

Craven: The dark clad man moves into the park, wandering through as if searching for someone or just enjoying the city sights. He is dressed in dark leather pants with matching boots and a dark brown knit sweater that is rather large on his musclar frame. His dark hair is short and there is a certain rugged handsomeness to his predatory look to his eastren european looks. ((PB 3))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Ms. Schulyer... *A nod, one more pass of eyes across the... odd... ensemble.* Good of you to join, mm?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: (put your potatoes away, boys! No one cares! Accent's an accent. *bats lashes*)

Jasper: *Jasper raises an eyebrow slightly, whether to Mark's look or Joc's greeting it's hard to tell...* "Hey kid.." *He grins slightly to Joc, then gives a nod to Mark...* "Evening.."

dara: (his is scottish!*G* jamies is)

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: : 4,1,6,1,5,3,

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa continues to bounce in a loose circle around duncan, annoyingly. Childlike it would seem. Or maybe she's just looney and bored. "You're not from the city.. are you? You don't sound it."

Surly: *snorts* just Surly works. haven't seen you or Miss Abbey in a while. or you, Aerin. *unperturbed by her partial nudity. it simply doesn't bother her*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *That answers that. She glances to Mark again, looking him up and down quickly as she takes a drag on the cigarette*

dara: *ooooooh shinies..silvery ones at that......can we guess where daras attention is.....er...odd of a place as it is for looking when surly approaches?*

Mark Souma: Hey, man, *he says quietly, and takes a long drag off of his cigarette, and he gets up off of the bench, pocketing the cigarette.* I'll seeya later, *he says idly to Joc, and moves in Alyssa's direction.*

Mary Margaret St. Michael: A sleek BMW pulls up outside the gates to Battery Park.

Aerin Thomas: "Hey, Surly." He nods to her. "Yeah, it's been a while."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Oblivious- a strange state of things.. nevertheless, he seems not to notice Craven's form moving through the park, intent on the group around him. The nearly majestic young man is poised, and casual.* ((Careful, guys... threats to your potatoes have been slung!*L*))

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. Nice meeting you. *Watching him wander away*

Duncan O'Brien: "Uh, no... i've come from L.A. most recently..." *Looks around slightly nervously*

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alert: 8,8,8,7,1,3,

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa grins brightly to the man, saying out the word "Elllayyy.. Hmph. Is that near Queens?"

Duncan O'Brien: *Duncan walks to the BMW and attempts to open the door*

Aerin Thomas: His eyes flick straight to the BMW approaching, and then to Craven. Yes, someone is slightly paranoid.

Mark Souma: ((Nae me potatoes! *The Irishman leaps to the defense* Oi'll keep 'em safe, Oi will! Troost me!))

Mary Margaret St. Michael: The car sits there, purring quietly.

Surly: what' ve you been up to? all of you? *eyes the chick with streaked hair, lovely face as warm as an Arctic snowfield*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: ((*pulls out menacing potatoe masher* MWAHAHA!))

Jasper: *Jasper nods watching Mark for a moment then looks to Jocelyn and gives a shrug with a 'dont look at me' look on his face, then chuckles softly..* "How was your day?"

Duncan O'Brien: "i've no real time to talk, lass. I apologize for my rudeness." *says the irishman before he drops his head to look into the car window*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa stops when she sees the man she's tormenting seems to be leaving. She shrugs and turns back, flicking a playful glance over her shoulder "Goodbye Irishman."

Jocelyn Pasqual: Good. Who's that? Where's the kid? How was yours? *Moving her pack so he can sit next to her if he wishes*

Craven: Craven for his part stops to look around the park, his eyes going a bit... distant for a brief moment before he rubs at the back of his neck and continues in a new direction. Now towards Ingvar and the little gathering around him.

dara: *shaking her head and shrugging to surly, she keeps shooting glances back to the shinies, fingers absently playing with the necklace she cups in her hands after tugging it from her shirt, the end weighted with some pendant hidden in her hands*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa bounces back down the path, loosely in the direction of Mark. She gives out friendly smiles to passersby, looking for someone to annoy.. err.. talk to.

Jasper: d10: Per+Alert: 5,6,7,2,8,5,

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Rather much, recently.. *He glances from Surly, to Aerin.* How is the... learning experience.. coming along?

Mary Margaret St. Michael: The car window is rolled down, and the person inside smiles up at Duncan. "Hello. Get in on the other side."

Duncan O'Brien: *walks around the car and opens the car door. he pauses a moment before stepping in*

Surly: mmphf. *shrugs slightly* same here. although not as busy as i'd like. *frowns darkly* it's getting harder to find playmates. *Surly plus boredom. very bad combo*

Mark Souma: *He takes a look at Alyssa, and again flashes a grin, cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth.* Hey... coincidentally... if you're gonna cut yourself in public, could you like... not? Gotta be a ceremony out there that doesn't involve self-mutilation. Police could come down on you. Hate to see your religion pissed on by the pigs, yeah?

Jasper: *Jasper sits down on the bench with her, looking around as he does, eyes going over Craven for a moment studying then move to Mark again before looking back to Joc and shrugs slightly..* "Dont know... He's got plans for tonight... and my day's been going well so far.." *He chuckles softly...

Aerin Thomas: He glances over at Ingvar. "About to have my first lesson later tonight, I hope...if the dissection subject is available, that is."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa stops her bounce to flash Mark with a confused look. "I've done nothing wrong. Why would the local barbarian authorities have a problem with my prayers?" she looks the boy over with a tiny smirk. An Asian.. no wonder he doesn't understand.

Aerin Thomas: His eyes shift to Craven as he approaches. A little tense, instantly wary.

Surly: dissection? *arches a jet brow at Aerin. mildly interested*

Jocelyn Pasqual: Maybe he just glares at everybody. What kinda plans? *Looking over at Mark again, then Alyssa*

Mark Souma: Where you and I see ceremony, they'll see insanity. Self-mutilation's a major mental problem, honey. They see wounds on you, you'll go to a psych ward faster than you can pronounce the names of your gods. And weapons in public tend to get you thrown in jail too. Just a warning. Not gonna turn you in or anything.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He nods first to Aerin, and a few more words rumble from the young man.* Certainly... mm.. later, that is. Ms. Schulyer... should you be in the market, perhaps I could offer a bit of side- employment, yes? My trainer has taken rather ill it would seem- I think changing things around now and then could be of benefit. *He nods, pale eyes skating through the park again.*

Abbey Randelle: ((*pants and returns.. mother having been longwinded*))

Jasper: *He grins slightly..* "Big plans..." *Jasper's gaze shifts off in the direction of Ing and co for a moment...

dara: *oooooh shes curious, eyeing between the three now shes standing with(abbey being quiet she doesnt pay attention to), fingers fidgeting with the straps of her pack*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: : 4,8,6,3,1,1,

Mary Margaret St. Michael: The car pulls away from Battery Park.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa pouts at that, adjusting the thick strap of the heavy bag on her dainty shoulder "Why does everyone think i'm crazy.. it's not my fault the masses are un-educated. America is a horrible place."

Craven: His eyes do shift over to those gathered with the man he is walking towards, but the eyes for a long moment take in Surly but he just can't seem to help a little smirk. The eyes just seem to move right over Aerin though as if not concerned with him or more interested in something else.

Surly: *eyes Ingvar and grins slowly* i'm game for that. *idfly rolls her head to pop her neck* i've seen you move. you won't bore me in a spar.

Abbey Randelle: *she raises an eyebrow at Surly, a quirk of her lips at the odd woman as she rests her pale white hand on Ingvar's bicep*

dara: whatcha train in?*looking up to surly with an odd tilt to her head, fidgeting with the catalogs again now, curling and uncurling them*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Something flickers behind the young Lord's eyes for a moment.. never one to stoop, he stands as straight as ever, watching Craven as he approaches with unwavering eyes. The gaze is exacting, for all its interest.*

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks annoyed again* Anybody around here actually capable of just answering a fucking question? *Scowling at the ground, taking another drag from the cigarette before leaning over to stub it out*

Kiara Trapani: The girl in blue was back at the park, needing some fresh air to help her think. She was wearing dark low riding denim jeans, a simple blue turtle neck sweater, blue hiking boots and a blue wool cap, as well as blue leather gloves; dark blonde hair streaked with blue and no makeup tonight to bring out her blue eyes. Sipping, as usual, a cup of coffee as she walked. Worn along her side was a dark black attache case.

Surly: *shifts, her chains-pants-whatever you want to call them--shifting with a soft sound. at least she is wearing underwear. probably.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks over to Jocelyn with a friendly smile. "I remember you. You're Thomas Judge's pissy girlfriend. Hello pissy girlfriend."

Jasper: *Jasper chuckles softly and leans down to whisper something to Jocelyn..*

Aerin Thomas: He relaxes a little bit as Craven doesn't seem to be focused on him. Key word...a little. He still has people he cares about in his vicinity. He looks over at Dara. "So, I think I already asked, but I'm more scatter-brained then a bird..." He grins a little bit. "What've you been up to?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Good evening, sir.. *He takes a polite step toward the man- one musn't be impolitic..*

Mark Souma: I don't think you're insane, just telling you THEY will. Police pass through, finding you dragging a knife up your arm... do you know what the time for attempted suicide recovery and watch is?

Surly: *eyes Dara again* martial arts, mixed style. i teach self defence, professionally.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Joce? Throwing up on Jasper would be BAD. She only half pays attention to the whisper, eyes widening as Alyssa finally notices her*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa turns back to Mark with a shocked look about her "I would never take my own life. The Moirai would be terribly upset with me."

Kiara Trapani: As she walked, she noticed a lot more people here tonight. She needed to find a bench to sit down on and was searching for an unoccupied one.

Abbey Randelle: *a polite inclination of her head from the pristine creature gracing Ingvar's arm. the albino regards Craven with chill eyes*

Craven: Craven nods to Ingvar, offering him a little smile and then tilts his head back as he studies him for a long moment. The dark, almost black, eyes shift to Abbey though briefly before returning to Ingvar. "What a suprise to find you here tonight." he says with that grin toying at his lips once more.

Surly: how have you been, Miss Abbey? *tilts her head at the woman, the feather bobbing gently*

Jocelyn Pasqual: Jasper> Um. Maybe? *Smooth...* You hungry? I think I owe you dinner or something. *Half watching Alyssa, who seems to have lost all interest in her*

Mark Souma: *He sighs.* Girl, I'm not saying you would, just as they'd see it. Fuck's sake. You give someone goddamned advice, and they act like an idiot.

Surly: *observes Craven, lips curling just a tad*

dara: *she thpthhtps to aerin at the tease, giggling softly, unable to help it* nuthin much...*fidgeting with that necklace in her hand still* jes.....sneakin an spyin bout, ya know....hangin with...*blinking, she hears surly and gives a quiet grin* anythin summun who breaks bones easy kin learn mebbe?*leaning up to murmur to aerin quickly with a blush*

Aerin Thomas: He leans down to listen to Dara, eyes watching Ingvar and his new friend.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa tilts her head to Mark, still with a confused smile. "I didn't mean to offend you, boy. Thank you for the advice. I didn't mean to sound like I didn't appreciate it." She extends a bandaged arm to Mark "I'm Alyssa."

Jasper: *His gaze follow Joc's then he looks back to her and smiles softly, speaking softly to her..* "I ate something before I came down here... And dont worry about her..."

Kiara Trapani: Spotting a place to sit, she sits the coffee cup on the ground by her feet first, then takes a seat on the bench, pulling the case around to her lap and opening it, to take out a small laptop. It doesn't take her long to boot it up.

dara -> Aerin Thomas: I gotta boyfriend...thas who tha swords fer.....

Surly: *smirks at Dara* that deends. could you look someone dead in the eyes and be willing to kill them if you had to?

Abbey Randelle: *the air chills, and she turns her attentions to Surly, murmering* Well thank you miss Surly, and yourself?

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She sighs, slinking down on the bench a little*

Mark Souma: *He nods once.* Mark. *He takes the extended arm, and wraps his hand around it,offering a more, perhaps, ceremonial handshake. A small smile touches his lips, but he does not squeeze hard.*

Craven: He does glance to Surly for a moment and gives her a slight nod. She was a warrior after all and then over to Aerin whom he gives a brief once over and then finally Dara before looking back to Ingvar.

Jocelyn Pasqual: You know her? *Half whispered, glancing up at Alyssa again before scowling at the ground once more*

Aerin Thomas: A half-smile lights his lips and he murmurs back to Dara.

Surly: bored, but otherwise well. *shrugs. ignoring the chill, although her body doesn't in some respects* won any more awards for fencing lately?

Aerin Thomas -> dara: "Congratulations...I'm happy for you."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: The girl has a surprisingly strong grip for her stature and does nothing to hide it. She gives a faint smile, looking down to the grass girlishly when she takes back her hand.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alysa blinks obvlisiously back to Jocelyn. "Do you dislike me, girl? Why?"

Mark Souma: d10: Mother&#;s Touch: 4,8,7,6,9,9,

Jasper: *He shakes his head slightly, voice low as he speaks..* "No, but have had a run in with her antics..."

Surly: *eyes Craven again, with an arched brow. ponders a moment, then nods back slightly*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: (is that something awareness would pick up?)

Jocelyn Pasqual: Huh? *Blinking at Alyssa, scooting just a bit closer to Jasper*

Jasper: ((Yep))

Aerin Thomas: ((Yes, Alyssa.))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: d10: per+aware: 8,6,7,2,6,

Mark Souma: *He only releases her after a moment, and then rolls his shoulders back, and takes a step back.* Just be careful, *he mutters.*

Jasper: *A glance goes back to Alyssa as she calls out to them, then he looks back to Joc as she scoots closer and smiles slightly before he speaks softly again..* "Keep that up and people will think your my daughter... and speaking of which, I've got your photo and sketches, I'll give them back when we leave.."

Abbey Randelle: Indeed. I've had the oppurtunity to attend several touranments, with fortunate results.. *she murmers, stopping suddenly*

Abbey Randelle: d10: awareness: 2,6,5,

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A slight smirk almost surfaces in his face at Craven's remark.* A suprise indeed.. Mr. Craven, allow me to introduce my companions.. Ms. Randelle, my fiance- *The same powerful hand continues to move amongst the group, a shark in a familiar social water.* Mr. Thomas, a man of some long aquaintance.. Ms. Dara, Ms. Schulyer, also residents in the city..

dara: *another bright grin to aerin until she hears surly, then with a grin she leans a liiiiittle closer, dark green eyes intense* ya mean like lookin someone dead in tha eyes right fore snatchin one of em out like?*leaning back, shrugging and nodding* ...yeah...ifn I hadta...*that grin never leaves her face.......*

Jocelyn Pasqual: Better than them thinking I'm your girlfriend. Yeah? Did you find out anything?

Abbey Randelle: *she looks up, grey eyes alert, she glances about*

Surly: *nods* i can believe that. *smirks lightly to the white woman* one of these days, we'll spar with our weapons of choice. and i'm not certain i'll win. *grins suddenly. the expression hard, yet anticipatory*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa takes a finger to loosen her bandage, peering inside. She flicks a mean glare up to Mark and goes to slap the boy across the cheek.

Kiara Trapani: She pulls out a web cam and jacks it into the laptop, setting it out to the side of her on the bench. Soon she is typing away on the keyboard.

Mark Souma: *He wrinkles his nose, and glares at her.* Just what the fuck was that for?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: d10: dex+brawl: 8,9,2,2,6,

Craven: "Good to meet you all." he says with a nod to each of them but Abbey certainly gets a long look from the man. "I do hope I am not intruding too much." he says to all of them.

Abbey Randelle: *she extends a hand to Craven politely, murmering* a pleasure sir.

Jasper: *He chuckles softly...* "I only got them scanned in earlier this afternoon, but havent started on searching as yet.."

dara: *finally looking to craven, blinking a bit before she nods* heyas...

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa maintains a glare to the boy, hateful in demeanor. Quite a contrast from before "How DARE you take my gift from the gods?! You savage!"

Jocelyn Pasqual: Oh. Okay. *Bouncing a little, eyes huge when Mark gets slapped*

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Alertness: 8,7,6,10,2,7,

Jasper: *Jasper glances back in Alyssa and Mark's direction watching the pair of them closely...

Surly: *eyes Craven* call me Surly. it fits me best. *a sudden smirk* don't call me Cloud.

Aerin Thomas: He looks to Craven and nods, extending his hand. "Mr. Craven...a pleasure." His eyes flick to Alyssa and Mark, frowning a little. He just watches, for now.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Something ripples through the young Lord's hard frame.. though the veneer of courtesy and genteel refinement never slips, pale eyes flick like razors through the park...*

Surly: *why are they...oh, shit. that manners stuff again. scowling, she grudgingly puts out her own hand.*

Craven: He takes Abbey's offered hand, giving it a firm squeeze and shake. "Like wise to meet someone with such a special place in Ingvar's heart."

Mark Souma: Your gift from the fucking GODS? Was a bloody goddamned wound, you stupid bitch! *he snaps.* Fuck this. Insane goddamned world. Your 'gift from the gods' would get you locked up with a nice padded cell, sweetheart. Wake the fuck up.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He shakes his head slightly.* Not at all Mr. Craven. By all means- join us. Battery Park is a quality of this city not to be missed... though one should not dally for too long after dark, generally speaking.. it can grow... remarkably uncouth.. *a glance under his brows toward the spat some small distance away.*

dara: *sighing softly, she fidgets again, soft clicking coming from inside her mouth, eyes flicking about distractedly*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa narrows her eyes to hateful passionate slits on the boy. Sinking down into a striking stance. "You had no right. Tell me what you DID to me, barbarian.. Before I push you along the wheel.."

Kiara Trapani: Kiara types away, pulling a leg under her to make herself more comfortable.

dara: d10: per+alert: 6,3,8,4,9,5,3,

Abbey Randelle: *mm. candy sweet. a cordial smile,the girls hand chill as she's on high alert, the commotion nearby drawiing her eyes as she withdraws her hand, murmering to Surly* Indeed. I would enjoy sparring with you again Miss Surly. *speaking of dallying too long. she glances up to ingvar, hand on his arm* Perhaps we should depart..

Aerin Thomas: He looks over to the argument, and then back. "Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen." He pulls away from the group and approaches the arguing duo.

Jasper: *Jasper's gaze flicks in the direction of Ing and his group, then back to Aly and Mark, a soft whisper to Joc..* "If anything starts stay behind me, alright?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Muttered* And they want to string me the fuck up for whispering shit?

Craven: He of course takes each offered hand in kind, looking each of them in the eyes as he shakes their hand. "No need to be all polite, and its not Mr. It's just Craven."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Nodding to Jasper, still watching*

Mark Souma: *He grits his teeth, glaring at the girl.* This stupid little bitch HIT me, *he snaps to the approaching Aerin.*

dara -> Aerin Thomas: (think with that roll shed notice the webcam kiara has out mebbe? if so she nudges aerin to point it out to him)

dara -> Aerin Thomas: (neeevermind)

Aerin Thomas -> dara: ((Yeah, but Aerin's busy trying to stop the duo from killing each other to worry about the webcam. *S*))

Surly: *eyes the commotion,pondering. nah, they're kids. not worth her energy, and doubtful she'd get a good bout out of it* i'm hungry. i'm going for food. anyone else interested, a good place is this way. *and simply heads off, coat flapping about her with that wet snap good leather makes*

Kiara Trapani: Despite the little rucus going on, Kiara doesn't look up from her laptop, just smiling about something.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa's eyes widen on Aerin. A stranger.. but at least one who hasn't done anything to her. Glaring at Mark, she steps close to Aerin. Still speaking to the boy "You had no right. Savage. I pray here for a reason. You'll be punished for your crimes against the gods."

Aerin Thomas: "I noticed." He nods to Mark and stops up short, looking from one to the other. "Hi. What's up?"

Surly: *she does manage to stick around long enough to do the shaking hand thing*

dara: um.....mr urgahaldt?*motioning to him briefly so she can murmur something to him*

Craven: Craven watches Aerin head off, then looks to Surly as she heads away and then over to Ingvar and Abbey. "I would hate to impost you know."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa reaches a hand into her bag, rummaging around "I'm calling Joshua."

Mark Souma: *He rolls his eyes.* Girl's cutting herself up in the middle of the park, looks crazy, I tell her to stop, take a less bloody ceremony, then I offer her a helping hand, and she just goes ballistic on me. Savage, my ass.

Aerin Thomas: "Miss Kostapoulos...would you perchance mean Joshua Coil? As in, regarding the arrangement in the city?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa nods, irritated "He told me to call him if anyone messed with me in the park." She glares at Mark.

Abbey Randelle: *she watches after Surly, before turning to her companions, silent*

Jocelyn Pasqual: Maybe you shouldn't have scared him away from me. *Absently to Jasper, head rested on his shoulder, eyes not leaving the three*

Aerin Thomas: "I'm a representative of the same arrangement. We've met once, here in Battery. I'm Aerin...I had my daughter with me."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Mmm.. a rumbled murmur to Abbey, his eyes shift to the small, growing altercation.. seems little more than- ah... his eyes shift seamlessly back to the small group around him.* Perhaps.. Craven.. you may be inclined to join myself, and the ladies for a small outing? If this is your first time in New York, I can recommend a fine cafe not far from here.. *His attention sweeps to Abbey, though a careful eye remains on the group a distance away.* Is the female... an aquaintance?

Jasper: *He glances to Joc, then back to the three...* "Didnt scare him off..."

dara: mr urgahaldt.....*a little more desperate now motioning to him*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks up to Aerin, a tad confused but with a hint of recognition. She starts a ramble in gaelic, assuming that he'll understand.

Mark Souma: *He sighs, and rolls his eyes.* How am I supposed to... dammit all. *He rubs his forehead.* If I fucked up, I fucked up. Know a few people in Chinatown. I can take the hits.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Comp trouble.)) *He leans down to Dara to hear what she has to say.* It is no imposition, Craven- you are of course welcome.

Abbey Randelle: We are newly aquianted. yes Ingvar. Miss Kostapoulos. She shares certain undesirable traits with the late Mr. Jordan. *she murmers politely*

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yep. You're a bully. *Expression flat, though there's a hint of teasing in her tone*

Aerin Thomas: d10: Int+Linguistics: 5,10,3,2,3,3,

Craven: "I don't mind tagging along, it is good to get to know people." he says with a hint of a smile. "Thank you for the invitaation. And no, I'm here alone... the rest of my friends are elsewhere at the moment."

Aerin Thomas: d10: Specialty: Bright: 10,

Aerin Thomas: d10: Specialty Again: 5,

dara: *when he leans down she murmurs quickly, pointing towards one of the benches with a raised brow*

Jasper: *He chuckles softly to that, though he keeps an eye on the three, mostly Alyssa though..

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa will continue her irritated ramble until Aerin motions for her to stop.

Aerin Thomas: He frowns a little. "Miss Kostapoulos...please, calm down. If we could take this back to English...I'm getting the general idea, but not the exacts."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He murmurs back to Dara.*

Abbey Randelle: *she raises a thin snow white eyebrow at Dara speaking so intimately with the man who's arm she's adourning. the slightest puse of lips as the delicate albino holds herself with utmost deccorum, a picture of poise in white*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa frowns and takes the bandage off her arm. Showing Aerin where she'd just cut herself. The wound being entirely gone. She glares back to Mark.

Mark Souma: I don't know what this crazy woman's babbling on about. She's keeping a knife on her, and waving it, chanting. All bloody. Probably someone else's blood, maybe goat's. Weird ceremony shit. *He holds up his hands.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Standing again, he gestures toward the same direction Surly had left in..* It would seem Ms. Schulyer had the idea to begin with... shall we?

Aerin Thomas: He looks at the unblemished skin, and then back to Mark.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa continues her mean glare to Mark "I'll have you know.. I can't ~find~ a goat.. thank you very much. Hmph."

Craven: "Of course." he says with a little laugh.

Jasper: *Jasper tilts his head slightly, a glance going in the direction of Ing and co, then he looks back to the other three...

Mark Souma: d10: Manip+Subterfuge: 3,5,8,7,6,

dara: demmit...*biting her lip hard when she doesnt see kiara around anymore, sighing, she looks to ingvar and shrugs, shaking her head*

Aerin Thomas: He sighs, and looks around. This is WAY too public. "I think this can probably be resolved best if we head to a more private locale. If you don't mind...there's a club not far away."

Aerin Thomas: d10: Per+Subterfuge: 5,2,6,9,3,9,5,

Abbey Randelle: *an inclination of her head* I would be delighted. *she falls into step beside the tall Lord, moving fluidly as liquid silver*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa nods, wrapping an arm around Aerin's. Sticking close just in case the boy did anything else to her. She blinks innocently up to Aerin.

Aerin Thomas: He glances back at Ingvar, Craven and company as they head off, sighing a little.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Sighing again, rolling her eyes a little*

Mark Souma: *He grumbles, and lights another cigarette, following behind. Muttering under his breath about the 'stupid ungrateful bitch.'*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He seems to assume that Dara will be accompanying, in any case, the force of the man's presence seems at least to include her. Catching Aerin's eye, he points to the cafe discreetly, as though indicating where they will be.*

dara: *shaking her head, she waves off ingvar and abbey and craven, muttering oddly under her breath as if upset with something, hopskipping to catch up with aerin unless he gives her a look not to*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((DLP))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa clings to Aerin, subconsciously asking for protection. She sways her hips teasingly when she notes Mark behind them.

Aerin Thomas: He moves to head out, on to the Concerto Club. Work calls.

Craven: Craven just follows along, watching those with Ingvar without seeming all that troubled about following behind them.

Jasper: *He watches them move off, then looks to Joc and smiles to her...* "Now, what are you wanting to eat?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He seems to assume that Dara will be accompanying, in any case, the force of the man's presence seems at least to include her. Catching Aerin's eye, he disengages from Abbey with smooth decorum.* A moment, please... *The young Lord moves with the grace of a finely crafted machine to Aerin's side. A powerful hand settles on his shoulder for a moment as he leans in to murmur.* The au' lait, (a cafe near battery) if you would like.. unless you believe this will keep you..?

Aerin Thomas: He looks up to Ingvar, and nods. "We'll see. Thanks for the invitation."

Abbey Randelle: *she continues on, a polite smile to Craven and Dara.. she knows where they are going, and the handsome hungarian would catch up*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: mm.. *a glance back to Craven's attire.. no. He could not get in at this hour, dressed like that.. he glances back to Aerin, nods, and moves off to rejoin the group.*

dara: *she keeps on with aerin and alyssa and mark unless shes shooed off like some annoying bird*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Long strides eat up ground- though he seems in no particular hurry.*

Aerin Thomas: He looks to Dara and, regretfully, shakes his head. This is business.

Craven: Craven watches Aerin as he goes off with the little group, his dark eyes holding to them and then thoughtful expression passes over his face before he just turns and heads to catch up to Abbey.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa keeps her gaze to the grass. Eyes like the man had just run over her dear grandmother with a tank.. and not simply healed a wound of hers. She looks distraught. Helpless, as she continues to cling to Aerin.

dara: *sighing, she pauses when she gets the head shake, furrows her brows, and turns off to head with ingvar and company then....if anything she could look at those catalogs summore*

Abbey Randelle: *Abbey flicks pale eyes back to Ingvar, before slipping from the park towards the cafe* ((dt restuaraunt peeps))

Aerin Thomas: He puts his hand on Alyssa's arm, a comforting gesture, and leads her and Mark out of the park. ((Off 2 Concerto, guys?))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The young Lord catches up smoothly, rumbling again.* My apologies... Mr. Thomas is something of a caretaker of things, you see. If he is able he should be along in time.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: (*nods* lemme hit up the little iris' room an i'll be right there))

 

CONCERTO CLUB

Aerin Thomas: He leads Mark and Alyssa into the side alley and up to the door, pushing the intercom button. He waits there a moment, allowing Alyssa to hang off of him, while the Security checks them out via the camera over the door.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa continues to indeed hang off Aerin.

Mark Souma: *In his pockets, the lighter, the cigarettes, a pair of sterile forceps...*

Aerin Thomas: The door opens, and he heads in, nodding to the Security who opens the door. He looks back to Alyssa and Mark, as he heads toward the office. "I'm taking you guys to see Jody Yu, the manager of the Concerto. She's in charge of the Treaty."

Mark Souma: *He looks over to Alyssa, and then snorts, looking away from her, crossing his arms.* Whatever. I did NOT do anything wrong.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa clings tigtly to Aerin with a nod, flashing a glare over her shoulder to Mark "Savage.." she mutters.

Mark Souma: Bitch, *he sneers back to her, his lip curling.*

Aerin Thomas: "People, please." He leads them through the twisting hallway, up to the office door, knocking.

Mark Souma: She started it, *he mutters caustically, looking up to the door.*

Ravyn: ((Switching to ST nick so as not to have to have two browsers open))

"Come in," comes the voice behind the door. Aerin opens the door, revealing Jody behind her desk. The small Asian woman is dressed in her simple, elegant evening dress, in her usual Concerto get up. She looks up and smiles, rising to her feet.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa follows Aerin, glancing hesitantly in the office. She seems to ignore Mark's comment all together.

Mark Souma: *His eyes widen slightly, and then, THEN he grows a bit submissive, perhaps. His chin lowers, and raises once again.*

Ravyn: "Mr. Thomas...good to see you."

Aerin nods respectfully to Jody. "Evening, Jody. A situation occurred within Battery Park. I'll let them introduce themselves and explain." He moves to a spot on the side of the room, waiting there.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa extends a girlish hand to Jody in introduction "My name is Alyssa Kostapoulos." she states with a proud incline of the chin.

Mark Souma: *He looks over to Alyssa.* You start.

Mark Souma: ((DLP))

Ravyn: Jody nods to Aerin, and then looks from Mark to Alyssa. "Good evening. My name is Jody Yu, and I am the Manager of the Concerto Club and the Neutral Party, which runs the Treaty here in New York." She moves around the desk, to extend a hand to Mark, then Alyssa.

Mark Souma: *He takes the hand, watching her carefully.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa fidgets with the thick strap of her heavy bag, shifting her weight with a tense motion. "Jody Yu.. I was praying in Battery Park. Michelle told me that no one would mess with me there. So I thought it a safe place to pay homage to the Moirai."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: "After I made my gift to the gods.. one of self sacrifice.." She scowls down to her unscathed arm, then motions back to Aerin "He saw it. I had a cut. It was for the gods.. And Mark took it from them. He healed me without my permission. I was violated by this.. savage."

Ravyn: She nods, gesturing to seats for Alyssa and Mark both as she mvoes back around to sit at her desk. She nods to Aerin, who smiles briefly and slips to the door. Jody's got this covered...he has business to conduct. A comforting hand to Alyssa's shoulder, and he nods without hostility to Mark, on the way to the door.

Mark Souma: Souma Marcus, *he murmurs, when Alyssa is done.* She was cutting on herself in public. Police pass through the park all the time. Don't care where you are in this City. I warned her about her being potentially locked up. I didn't do it to interfere with her ceremony, I did it so she wouldn't be dragged away.*

Ravyn: Aerin slips out the door, and Jody turns her attention from Alyssa to Mark, listening quietly, her expression polite and serene.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: When Mark starts talking, Alyssa slinks back into a seat, setting her overstuffed bag on the floor with a tiny exhale now that the weight is off her tiny frame.

Jody Yu: "I see." She nods to Mark, and then looks between them. "So, if I understand the situation correctly, Miss Kostapoulos was performing a religious observation...one with practices that would likely raise eyebrows, at least, and Souma-San, observing the situation, healed Miss Kostapoulos without her consent, correct?" No judgment whatsoever in her tone...she's just sseeking clarification.

Mark Souma: Well, when you put it THAT way, *he says with a wrinkle of his nose.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa adds her two cents "I am always careful not to draw the attention of the local authorities. I was under the impression that this country bore freedom for all religious practices. He said nothing throughout my entire ceremony.. then performed magic on me without informing me.. or asking permision. He took my gift intended for the gods. At the time that he took it.. I was already bandaged up.. not being drug off." She glares to Mark.

Damon: He glides into the room with cat-soft steps, white rose held loosely in one hand, nodding to Jody and taking in the rest of the room in a quick sweep before everyone gets studied more slowly. He circles aound the side of the room to stand behind Jody, all regal grace. His long white-blonde hair is loose, spilling over the black tuxedo in dramatic contrast. Only the white shirt keeps it from seeming truly white instead of pale, pale gold. His face is striking, spared delicacy by something a little too feral to be feminine and beautiful. Pale husky blue eyes full of curiousity, but also a restrained playfulness. All of his energy forced into containment leaves him with an edge of unsetting unpredictability, as if he might shake hands or draw a weapon with equal probability. The sense of danger seems off somehow in combination with his staure, 5'11 isn't tiny, but there are far more frightening looking people on the street than a young man of that height built like a dancer.

Mark Souma: A big bloody bandage on your arm, like THAT'S not noticeable. *He rolls his eyes.* Lady, you're crazy.

Jody Yu: "Merely seeking clarification, Souma-San." She nods to him, and then looks to Alyssa. "I do understand. I would submit to you that while Souma-San actions were viewed as offensive to you, and in retrospect, it is perhaps understandable, as from what I am gathering it is not the blood which is your offering, but your entire act of sacrifice...from what I am hearing, he acted as he did without the intent to nullify your ritual, and instead to aid you. Perhaps he should have sought clarification as to the ritual, but he certainly did not do it with the desire to take your gift to the gods. Do you see what I mean?"

Jody Yu: She looks up as Damon comes in, offering him a polite smile and a nod. "Good evening, Damon. Souma Marcus, Alyssa Kostopoulos...I'd like you to meet Damon, a member of the Concerto Club's staff."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa glares at Mark, bringing her knees up to her chest in a non-ladylike pose considering the short length of her robe. She becomes tense when the other man enters. She murmers in mark's direction "You had no RIGHT. I was fine. Nothing has happened so far. And if the barbarian authorities paid note to my wound, I would have made something up. Don't take me for a fool." Eyes narrow further, voice holding a strong constitution "And i'm NOT crazy."

Damon: He nods to each of them, blinking and then looking away from Alyssa with a little cough at the position.

Mark Souma: *He looks up to Damon, and he does not get as much respect as Jody, really. but a definite look.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks up to Damon with a respectful nod and a halfsmile. Maybe he understood. She keeps her position, oblivious that it might be a poor one.

Jody Yu: She's quiet, awaiting a response from Alyssa, confirmation or denial of her position.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She looks over to Jody innocently "I understand that Mark acted out of ignorance.. and disrespect."

Mark Souma: *His eyes widen, and his jaw tightens, and he points at Alyssa, as if to say wordlessly, "you SEE how infuriating she's being?"*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa blinks oblivioiusly to the pointed finger, head tilting curiously "What? I'm not blaming you.. you were probably raised a savage. You should learn from your mistakes"

Damon: Damon nearly chokes at such a show of spirit from the tiny girl, which turns into a little clearing of his throat and a smirk.

Mark Souma: YOU were raised as a savage based on MY culture, b... *He pauses, and bites back the profanity.*

Damon: "Hey now," he says smoothly. "None of that. These things do escalate, and I would hate to ruin another tux. It's an expensive habit." His voice is pitched to be soothing, not chiding.

Jody Yu: "Miss Kostopoulos. Souma-San. I'll ask you, please, to not let this fall into incivility." She remains polite, though there is a touch of authority to her tone.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a tiny nod to Mark, looking entirely comfortable with his statement "That's because you're not aversed with the ways of the Helene. If you were.. You wouldn't have made the mistake you did today." She gives a friendly smile to the boy "I don't see why you think so lowly of me.. I could have stabbed you for it. I thought about doing so. But unlike ~some~ people.." She says with a smirk ".. I know better than to act without thinking."

Mark Souma: *He snorts.* SHE'S being rude. You telling me I can't defend myself? I don't think lowly of you. I think your religion is FINE AND F... fine and dandy. But you need to realize there are places where people will lock you up. And those places WHERE they lock you up they'll find out about what you can do. And when they find out about what you can do, they won't be nice about it. They'll try to change you.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa glares at the man "I've yet to be rude. I've been completely honest. And you know NOTHING about what I can do. You're wrong to make such crude assumptions."

Jody Yu: "Souma-San...Miss Kostopoulos. I must ask you stop addressing one another, at this time. You make my presence here unnecessary when you argue among yourselves as if I was not here. In which case, as neither of you are yet members of the Treaty, I will have to ask you to leave, and settle this matter however you see fit, as long as it is done outside the Neutral Zone."

Mark Souma: I'm not making assumptions about you! *he growls.* I'm making FACTUALIZED GUESSES at what OTHERS will react with.

Mark Souma: *He sighs.* Sorry, Jody-sama.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a respectful nod to the woman "I apologize Jody Yu. I'll ignore him." She smiles and hugs her knees to her chest.

Jody Yu: A momentary pause, and she nods to them both, before looking to Marcus. "Souma-San...I understand that you wished to aid the woman. And a desire to ease one's pain is admirable. I would submit to you that while it is important to ease pain in a city where there is so much, that sometimes, easing such pain has detrimental effects, and that any use of talents must be concensual if you desire to help the individual. You surely did not know that you would be taking Miss Kostapoulos's gift to the gods away, and your desire to help her avoid persuction by authorities who would not understand what she was doing is admirable...but it could not have hurt to ask if you could look at the wound, see if you can help with it, before doing it. Do you see what I mean?"

Mark Souma: Yes, Jody-Sama. *His head lowers to her, eyes closing.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa rubs her forearm, where she knows her cut should be. She frowns.

Jody Yu: She smiles to Mark, and looks between them both. "I believe this was a situation created by a desire to help, and nothing more. An intent to hinder was nowhere within this situation. And I think, as a lesson has been learned, we can consider this situation a learning experience for all?"

Mark Souma: *He scowls, and looks over to Alyssa, but lowers his head quickly again.* Yes, Jody-sama.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a faint Hmph. She thinks.. the only thing I've learned is that her family was right about the savages from the east. She puts her feet back to the floor and leans over to take up her bag, lifting it over her head.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: (my, not her. *slaps forehead*)

Jody Yu: "Do you consider this to be an amicable resolution, Miss Kostapoulos?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a tiny nod, standing with a stretch of the arms "If he performs magic on me again.. without my permission.. I will stab him."

Mark Souma: And if she tries to stab me, I'll make sure she regrets it, *he says sourly.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives an innocent smile over to Mark "Perhaps I should ask the gods to grant me access to your mind. Remove some of those hostile tendencies you have toward me. You know.. as an act of kindness as yours was."

Jody Yu: "As neither of you are members of the treaty to my knowledge, you are within your rights to resolve the situation however you wish," she says. "However, should you be within the bounds of the Demilitarized zone from Liberty Street south, and a member of the Neutral Party comes across it, they will stop you both."

Damon: He glances at Jody. He's up to escorting them out, or just watiching them. Either way, it beats MTV.

Mark Souma: *He arches an eyebrow at Alyssa, and he gives a savage grin.* Baby, better have tried and failed.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa nods to Jody "I don't wish to kill him if it's not his time to go. But I will defend myself if I feel him using magic on me. It's inappropriate. Especially since i've informed him that i don't care for his aid."

Jody Yu: "You shall not use such mental abilities, Miss Kostapoulos, within the bounds of the Concerto Club, or within the Demilitarized Zone. As to the rest...I understand your position, and would not disagree that if he uses abilities in such a way as you do not wish, it would be appropriate to retaliate, as now the situation is clear."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa nods and starts for the door. She gives a girlish glance back to Damon with an innocent bat of the lashes "Damon.. will you walk with me?"

Mark Souma: I won't heal 'er. If she's lying bleeding in a ditch I'll just assume it's ceremonial from now on.

Damon: "Uh. I'm technically working. Though if Ms. Yu wishes I could escort you to where you are going."

Jody Yu: She nods to Damon. "If you would not mind escorting Miss Kostapoulos out, that would be fine, thank you."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives a bright smile to the woman "Thank you Jody Yu. It was nice meeting you." She turns to Mark, trying to think of something nice to say.. unsuccessfully. She turns back to the door and opens it.

Damon -> Jody Yu: And if he really wanted to go, he would have basically informed Jody he was leaving. But he doesn't often leave the Concerto. And to her knowledge NEVER the demilitarized zone.

Damon: "Very well, Ms. Yu. I will escort her from our territory." He nods to Jody and Mark, then offers his arm to Alyssa.

Mark Souma: *It is clear he doesn't see that justice was done, though he does wait for Alyssa to leave, escorted out. Only then does he rise, biting back profanity.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa wraps her arm girlishly around Damon's. Waiting to be led away.

Jody Yu: "Souma-San...if you would allow me a moment."

Damon: He leads her from the Concerto, lancing at her as they reach the street. "Which way?"

Mark Souma: *He pauses, and turns back to her.* Yes, Jody-sama?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa looks left.. then right.. Seeming to have no real clue from where they are. She turns to the man smiling innocently "I live in Queens. You don't have to take me the whole way there. I just wanted to make sure that savage didn't attack me on my way out." She gives the man's arm a tiny squeeze "I appreciate your kindness."

Damon: "I'll take you as far as the ends of neutral ground, but that is as far as my protection extends." He heads toward Queens, leading her along. It's rather like being led by a statue. For all he looks at her like he's considering tasting her, he acts otherwise the part of a perfect gentleman.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa leans her head on the man's arm, walking comfortably alongside. After a pause, she looks curioisly up to Damon "You're not greek, are you?" Couldn't hurt to ask.. maybe..

Jody Yu: "Allow me to say that I very much understand your position. And I also agree with your desire to protect Miss Kostapoulos from the mortal authorities. I simply did not feel that anyone should be punished over this miscommunication. Do you disagree?" She's honestly asking, no leading in that statement.

Damon: "Maybe a little. I'm not sure."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She tilts her head up to Damon "How are you not sure? Do you not speak with your family?"

Mark Souma: No, no disagreement, Jody-sama, *he says, lowering his head.* I didn't think, though, that all Europeans were such savages.

Damon: "I don't recall my childhood." He says this as though it does not matter at all.

Jody Yu: "Not all are." She shakes her head. "It is a matter of cultural differences, I believe."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa gives the man's arm another gentle squeeze. "That must be terrible for you. I have such wonderful memories from my own." she blinks to the ground, thinking "I do have.. a few blank portions though. None of them that early on."

Mark Souma: And she can only see hers. *He mutters. and then sighs.* I was rude to her. I'm sorry.

Damon: "I have never found it any hinderance, and by what I am given to understand it may well be a blessing." He shrugs. "I have many pleasant memories, they simply are not from before the age of eight or nine. I have no sad memories either. It is as if my life started later than yours, nothing more and nothing less."

Jody Yu: "No apology is necessary to me, Souma-San." She smiles. "I thank you very much for your time. Is there anything else I may assist you with?"

Mark Souma: Maybe, Jody-sama. I'm... I know Chinatown, there's frequencies of ... mine's presence. And I've been looking around Central Park, and the wolf territory, but I need to get associated. *He wrinkles his nose.* My mother told me I have to.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: "So... do you not speak with your family?" She asks with a genuine curiosity.

Damon: "I was adopted. I do still speak with my adopted mother. But as far as biological family...I do not know who they are."

Jody Yu: She listens, not entirely understanding, but likely getting some of the gist. "Of course. To clarify, you are searching for members of your own group in question to associate with?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She nods, giving a bright smile up to the man "That's good. I don't know what I'd do without my family." She gives a tiny sigh, leaning girlishly against the man as they walk.

Mark Souma: Yes, *he says, with a slight hiss of the S between his teeth.* Not... really the Courts, to speak of, as from what I've seen of them... pretty unimpressive at this point.

Damon: He nods, fals silent a moment, and then stops. "You're on your own from here. You alright, or should we call you a taxi?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa bites her lip, looking around the area "I'll be fine, I think. Thank you, Damon." She leans up to kiss the man's cheek breifly before backing away with a bright smile. "I'll see you again, right?"

Damon: "It is not outside the realm of possibility."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She gives a tiny laugh at his stern demeanor. "Are you always like this? Or only when you're working?"

Damon: "I'm never the same twice, I don't think. The world never stays the same so I have to change with it, or I'll die."

Jody Yu: "I see." She nods slightly. "At this point, I must beg ignorance, and ask exactly who your assocation would otherwise be with?"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She maintains a bright smile on the man, fidgeting with the thick strap of her heavy bag "Change is good. And it's a sin to die before your time."

Mark Souma: Well, I guess with the Beast Courts, if anything else, to create links. *He blinks, and watches her.* Ohh, not the wolves. Wolves are CRAZY. I'm only mildly insane.

Damon: "Or after." He chuckles. "Very tricky."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa grins at the man when he chuckles "You're cute when you laugh. You should do it more often." She gives a friendly wave and starts to skip away.. Her tiny robe bouncing up farther than it should, showing off her scarred thighs.

Damon: He smiles and heads back to the Concerto.

Jody Yu: "The only such association I am aware of in this city would be the Court of One Hundred Blossoms."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa bounces down the sidewalk and oddly enough into a dark alley.

Mark Souma: And where is that? *he asks curiously.*

Jody Yu: She gives the location (('Cause sadly, I forget right now)).

Alyssa Kostapoulos: (danke danke, all!)

Jody Yu: ((*HUgs on*))

Mark Souma: ((Byeeeeeeee!))

Mark Souma: I'll check it out. Might be a lead. thank you, Jody-sama.

Jody Yu: "You are most welcome, Souma-San. I am happy to help."

Mark Souma: *He nods, and smiles, following it up with a deep bow. The punk kid bowing to her, respectfully. And he speaks in Japanese.* It is always pleasant to know that there is someone in this savage city with common sense.

Jody Yu: She rises and returns the bow. ~Jap~ "You honor me with your words, Souma-San. Good Evening."

Mark Souma: *He raises only after she does, and then he turns to exit.*

Jody Yu: And with Mark leaving, a staff member shows him to the door, as Jody gets back to her work.