Abbey Randelle: *its chill. not quite chill enough for a toque, but enough to pink the ears and bring a bit of color to the porcelion creature's white cheeks. her feet fall lightly as she she accompanies her fiance into the park. her eyes scan the area calmly, though upon remembering her banishment from this park, she's rather wishing she'd kept her sword at hand.. just in case.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The cab deposits the oddly complementary pair outside the Warrior's Gate- the confines of Central Park spread out before them as the evening's parkgoers change slowly into that odd middle ground... freak or late night romantic, all seem to find possibilities in an evening spent here..*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A gentlemanly offered arm for the lithe, pale creature he walks with, the severe young magyar cuts an imposing figure.. it is easy enough for the pair to find their way clear of rabble.*

Abbey Randelle: *a slight tilt of her chin up to the dark hungarian. she rests her hand carefully precisely on the sleeve of his suit, kid gloved fingers stroke the fabric idly as she takes his arm, easy in silence*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The low rumble of Ingvar's voice reaches few ears- he speaks to Abbey with the oddly detached deference of a gentleman.* ...and the reason for such a banishment?

Abbey Randelle: One can only guess sir. *she murmers quietly, walking a ways before elaborating* A fellow had insinuated that i was either dealing in twisted magics, or under the sway of the undead. was at one point albeit banished from Downtown altogether.. *a squirk of lips, her eyes find his a moment. one can only guess how seriously she took this*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *A rumbling chuckle drift pleasantly through the air.. their walk carries them down the pleasant lanes of the park, at this time of night the sidewalk bathed in small puddles of flourescent that stretch away into the distance like a string of christmas lights.*

Abbey Randelle: *she slips along beside him, pale creature a prefect acompaniment to the dark man towering beside her. she murmers in a voice that carries only between them*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Fine lips purse as he considers.. a slight frown, he murmurs down to the woman.*

Abbey Randelle: *grey eyes slip to his as she murmers bakc*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Aside from their exchanges, the only sound remains the smooth, rhythmic click of Ingvar's bootheels against the concrete.*

Katana: It was a nice evening for a walk and anytime she had like this she cherished it. Dressed in a thick winter coat jeans and jumpboots, long thick black hair is worn lose, gloved hand holding onto a little girl with one hand, some packages with the other gloved hand.

Miki: Miki walks along side Katana, almost bouncing some as she licks her fingers. The young girl has on a thick coat along with some blue jeans and keds. The gil is a very young spitting image of Katana with long black hair that is thick and healthy looking.

Miki: "You going to get me that new game mommy?" she asks as she walks along with Katana with a little bounce to her step still.

Misty Gremoore: Slender, graceful, always watching and curious, with fastidiously clean habits and always clothing of deep blacks and purples and greens; usually laces and silks, very much a goth. Lace goth at that. Eyeliner. A pentacle on a tight necklace always there, as well.

Katana: "I might baby. We'll have to make sure it's okay with Daddy too," she laughs a little bit.

Misty Gremoore: Walking a random path through the park, the well-dressed young goth twirls what looks like a furled lace parasol. Gloves, scarf, a three-quarter coat, a long skirt that has at least one layer of petticoats in this just-above-freezing weather. Sixteen at best, and a small white tube between dark red lips. Steam coming out with every breath. And a hat. The hat is small, and velvet, and cute

Abbey Randelle: *the pale ghost of a girl inclines her head, a slight purse of pale rose lips, cheeks pinking nicely on the delicate albino as she glides along beside Ingvar*

Miki: Miki giggles more about that and nods. "Oh he'll say yes."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes flick through the trees as Ingvar and Abbey walk along... her words bear contemplation, and he proceeds to do so in silence. An eyebrow quirks as they move along, the three other figures noted, he does occasionally glance again as they near over time. For now, another distant boil of thunder from the Magyar's chest.*

Misty Gremoore: First noticing the pale albino - her own hair is a perfect, sleek black - and then the larger figure beside her, dark red lips move to a -smirk- around her faux cigarette. And she alters her path, trotting across the grass - in boots with small heels - to intersect them.

Abbey Randelle: d10: per alert: 3,1,1,7,

Katana: d10: per + alert: 1,7,8,7,8,

Abbey Randelle: *the graceful porcelion creature doesn't notice anything, rather absorbed in the man she's speaking to in intimate murmers*

Katana: She spots a familiar figure along the path as she and her daughter walk, and head toward him. "I'd like you to meet a friend of the family, baby," she smiles to the girl.

Miki: Miki continues going along with Katana, looking up to her and then over to where she was glancing. "Okay, are they nice?"

Katana: "He's nice. I don't know who the woman is with him."

Misty Gremoore: Parasol twirled, a la singing in the rain, moving along to the path before the two, right in their way - about fifteen metres - then planting the tip of the parasol, steel-shod, on the ground, and both her hands resting on the curved handle. head back, proud, and just a grin. The fauz cigarette, dropped, and crushed beeath a boot. And just that bright, smug grin to Ingvar and Abbey

Abbey Randelle: *a slight shake of the pale woman's hed. muted and polite*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes flicker toward the approaching figures.. Katana and her.. small companion noted with a nod and canted eyebrow.. the odd young lady with a parasol remains a mystery however. His empty gaze favors the child for a moment before he nods to the adult.* Good evening, madam..

Gefion Frieden Mahhomand: **Beneath honey curling tresses of hair is the rounded invitation of her face, deceptively delicate in its beauty. Hazel colored voids are her eyes always ringed by defining lines of black, stark against the exotic undertones of her skin and the rich blue based reds painting her generous mouth. A breathing contradiction she is sensually curvacious in form, languid in gesture, and sultry in voice; but to know her is to understand that there exists always a system of touch, subtle threat in every gesture, and an arsenal of razor edged words waiting to cut without prejudice.**

Abbey Randelle: *her attention moves with Ingvar's greeting. cold grey eyes setting on Katana and the... child. a polite inclination of her head, before she takes in Misty as well*

Miki: Miki just nods as she follows along with Katana, looking back and forth between the little trio that is together.

Katana: "Good evening," she glance between him and her daughter.

Misty Gremoore: A slight dip of her head, but only some, the pentacle at her throat matt against her black scarf, tucked under it. Words addressed to Ingvar, smoother than her 16 years should really allow, smooth and sleek and low. "I meant to ask" Brightly, as though picking up a conversation from an hour ago "Elet agaz neyok istel ... what exactly does it mean?" Her pronunciation isn't exactly good. But it's ... close.

Katana: Grey eyes flicker to the young girl with the parasol, seeming partially annoyed about something, but not verbalising it.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: wits/sub: 9,4,1,4,7,1,

Abbey Randelle: *grey eyes to Misty. one would swear it was below freezing, not just hovering above.. sudden chill of winter striking*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *His gaze snaps in suprise at the young lady with the parasol..*

Gefion Frieden Mahhomand: **A liquid series of movements brings the clove caressed cigarette to her mouth, its silver embossed case to her left hand, the lighter up a fur lined sleeve across her night shadowed face, and a curling tendril of smoke released before her next step down the winding East bound path.**

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: : 8,9,2,3,9,6,

Corbin Justice: Rides up on his cycle with his passenger, parking it conveniently. "You have to check this place out. We won't be out long, I know it's cold."

Misty Gremoore: Her smile remains, utterly confident and bright and assured, for all she's wearing black with maybe some silver and red. Accent, a touch rarified NYC. Posing - there's no other word, posing with the parasol, and her own grey eyes wink at Abbey

Miki: Miki stands next to Katana, and waves to Abbey before looking over to Misty and then the big man. "Hello." she chirps up politely.

Abbey Randelle: *a thin white eyebrow darts up, the pale creature stands politely, a picture of old money poise and decorum*

Katana: "Hello, madame. I'm Katana. This is Miki. She's quite the friendly one."

Tabitha Kavelin: *She ambles into the park, her black-brown hair pulled back behind her ears, blue eyes glancing around as she steps along hte pathways, sipping a cup of cocoa*

Abbey Randelle: *the child is treated in classic high society fashion. if its unpleasant.. pretend it doesn't exist... that is.. until she's introduced* A pleasure. Abbey Randelle. *a small gloved hand extended with practiced grace*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale green pools arrow directly for her necklace, before flicking to her eyes and narrowing slightly. Shadows hang in the starkly handsome man's face, unmoving as promises of things to come are smoothed away by rigid decorum.* It means, lady, that you should butcher your own language as you please.. do, however, leave mine alone. Your pronunciation is atrocious.. *His eyes slip back toward Katana as he cants an eyebrow at the little girl.* Who is the young lady?

Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): "That's cool, Corey, I got my jacket." He looks around curiously.

Misty Gremoore: Stepping forward, the parasol whirled to rest over her shoulder and held rifle-fashion, her own gloved hand taking Abbey's - and she bends, to almost kiss it, then straighten. Poker faced "Misty Greymoore. And you have simply excellent taste. Do you wear green in spring?"

Miki: "I'm Miki!" she says brightly to Ingvar.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He waits for Abbey's introduction to conclude, before offering his own hand to the child.* Good evening miss.. I am Ingvar Urgahaldt.. an associate of Ms. Katana's..

Misty Gremoore: "Now that, sir, was an evasion I'd be proud of when speaking to my tutors." Lips bright between her teeth "My congratulations on it"

Corbin Justice: He nods to Nathaniel. "This is THE park. You know the one. But be careful how you word things. Very careful." Walks into the park. He is a sturdy young man at 5’10” and in his mid- to late-teens. He is well built, but his intensity seems to come mainly from his ocean blue eyes, set deep in a thin, attractively delicate face. His black hair is kept short, though is forever tousled and having to be pushed back from his eyes. His skin has a golden olive tone to it. He has a particular look to him, a shade of lineage, for those who can perceive such things. (PB 4) http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&pos=-366

Abbey Randelle: I do not. *polite smile. chill. but the very air around her seems chill.. she delicately reclaims her hand* A pleasure to meet you Miss Gremoore. *her hand fold in front of her once she's been properly introduced. she manages to keep a straight face at "Katana" in fact, rather polite*

Abbey Randelle: *the pale creature glances at the dainty silver watch on her wrist, breifly enough to be discrete, if not unnoticed entirely*

Corbin Justice: Mutters, "And call me Corey in front of others, and you'll be Nat to every single citizen of the city."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The uncouth... disappointing.. but in public one must either break or ignore them.. the Judge choses the latter- there are children present.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She walks into the park...it's been a while, but ehh, who's counting? The woman walks in and moves along the paths, humming a snippet of some song or another as she takes a drag off her cigarette.

A woman walks by, drawing the attention of many of the nearby men, and some of the women. Standing at 5’9” and a touch under her ideal weight at 125 pounds, her dusky skin and ebony hair, which falls freely to her mid-back, indicates Hispanic blood, possibly mixed with Native American. Her body is lithe, the kind many women would kill for, and well-proportioned underneath her black leather pants and matching tank-top. A brown duster and knee-high steel-toed Doc Martins complete the ensemble. Her eyes are a smoky brown, filled with a mischievous humor. She walks along, seemingly oblivious of others around her, excepting a casual appraising glance at the men around. She gives off an aura akin to a playful predator, on the hunt for something to bat around.

Katana: "A pleasure to miss you Ms Randelle." Then to Ingvar. "This is my little pride and joy. We're out shopping."

Tabitha Kavelin: *She glances about, noting the group of interesting-looking (to say the least!) people. She takes her ubiquious sketchpad from under the paint-spattered jacket she wears, looking for a bench nearby*

Miki: The young five year old eagerly takes his hand. "Ingvar Urgahaldt?" she says with suprising accuracy on the tongue. "Neat name!"

Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): He mumbles under his breath. "Here 15 minutes, and the preachin' starts... damn..." Getting off the bike he nods to Corbin, speaking louder. "Okay. I think I get the hint." *He's a slender young man wearing baggy black cargo pants, and a thick black cable sweater, an army surplus backpack slung over one shoulder. His ebony hair is slicked back into a pony-tail that trails down his back, leaving only a thick round of curls over his forehead, almost obscuring one eye. Khol outlines the visible crystal-blue eye, a curl of an Egyptian looking symbol etched around. He has the appearance of someone who is perhaps in the middle of a growth spurt - just this side of lanky - or perhaps someone who has been recently ill. Not overly tall, afew inches shorter than Corbin, he looks a few years older, although with the eye make-up it's hard to tell.*

Corbin Justice: ~wearing faded blue jeans, tight, with a hole worn through one knee...along with a black and white White Zombie t-shirt under a black wool blazer~

Misty Gremoore: "Is that so?" Glancing between man and child, and a nod, slipping the parasol down to rest it under her arm "Well, Mister Urgahaldt. I've been asked to pass along thanks for breakfast. Though" And she leans in, quite serious a moment "My friend -did- mention your choice of dining companion. Frankly, in a public restaurent?"

Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): He flops the backpack onto the bike and digs in it, getting out a worn, black leather jacket that he slips into. "Corey, any chance of snaggin' somethin' to drink?"

Abbey Randelle: *an eyebrow raises to Misty. the albino look so polite. that muted.. semi interested smile on pale rose lips.. head tilted just so as she listens.. temperature dropping rapidly around them*

Corbin Justice: "We can look for a vendor." He walks into the park, looking around.

Corbin Justice: d10: notice: 6,2,8,8,8,4,2,6,

Tabitha Kavelin: *Settles herself down, glancing toward the group, taking another sip of cocoa before she begins to draw*

Corbin Justice: Large group of people...he blinks and slows his steps. Captures Nathaniel by the shoulder, not hard, and whispers to him.

Katana: The cold doesn't appear to phase Katana at all, nor does she seem to really notice.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She glances around as she walks along, noting...a bunch of people. Her eyes pass over the large group...Misty gets a look of interest, before she grins a little Ingvar's way. Abbey also gets a look. She approaches.

Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): "Or I can just tear out a bottle of wine, but.. that might not be too cool." He chuckles, halting and listening to Corbin with an air of indulgence.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He frowns at the annoying creature with the umbrella before addressing Katana again.* Ms. Randelle and I were just going to catch a cab on 5th avenue... care to join for a walk?

Abbey Randelle: *grey eyes slip to Reyna approaching. polite smile. chill. grey eyes slip to Ingvar*

Corbin Justice: "We'll get something to drink soon. I should really introduce you to them. Though they might be pretty busy." Heading that way, at an angle where they can be easily seen so a simple gesture or look from Ingvar or Katana will say whether or not they wish to be disturbed.

Katana: "We would love that, Mr. Urgahaldt."

Miki: Miki just looks around at everyone, wide eye and grinning from ear to ear.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ingvar...long time, no see." She walks right up, all ceremony tossed aside. Though Abbey gets a smile and a polite nod...some etiquette in place. For whatever reason, she always gets the civility. "Miss Randelle."

Misty Gremoore: Parasol. Not umberella. Only one will be useful in the rain. Chattering to Abbey and Ingvar, however much they ignore her for now "Very well, sir" And a somewhat ... heavy sigh "I'll accede to your request." An eyelid drops, as she half-turns, again, parasol coming to hand to rest on the ground "But do take care? If there wasn't someone so sweet as to take in strays, the world would be a duller place"

Katana: "Where'd all the people come from?" she mumbles under her breath in Japanese, still being very polite, perhaps because her daughter is there and is on her best behavior.

Abbey Randelle: Miss Reiruno. Always a pleasure. *if she gets the humor in the statement its hard to tell, behind all that decorum...what wait.. take in strays?.. she smoothes her white clothing with a deft flick of a hand*

Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): His eyes cut across toward Ingvar and Katana, but he makes no outward sign of seeing them. He 'does' push his hair out of his eye (though it is only a moment before it slides back) and straighten his travel-worn clothes slightly.

Mark Souma: *Asian punk. Plain and simple. Piercings. The AC/DC shirt. The torn jeans. Jean jacket. He looks around the park, with a grin that screams the world is his.*

Mark Souma: *He shifts his backpack from one shoulder to another, gnawing on a piece of gum, as he looks around to observe the passersby.*

Mark Souma: d10: per+alert: 9,2,4,5,8,3,10,

Katana: Grey eyes glance over to Corbin politely, but it's obvious that she isn't calling him or his friend over at the moment as her attention returns back to Ingvar and Abbey.

Mark Souma: d10: reroll ten: 6,

Corbin Justice: A faint nod to Katana and he veers towards a vendor. "We can get you a soda over here," he tells Nathaniel.

Mark Souma: *Huh. Busy night here at the park. He chews, and walks through, head held up. Mumbled Japanese? Huh. He doesn't listen too closely. It's rude to mumble.*

Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): He glances around for a vendor. "Then maybe we outta grab a drink first."

Miki: Miki still hangs close to Katana, the five year old yawning slightly but tries to hide it for the moment.

Corbin Justice: Nathaniel: "A drink where? I thought you wanted a soda." Faint frown.

Misty Gremoore: Tapping a foot, ever so slightly, as she grins up at the hungarian, and a polite grin to the Ice Queen.

Tabitha Kavelin: *Her eyes move toward Nat and Corbin, pausing her sketching just long enough to take the final sip from her cocoa, tossing hte empty cup into a trash bin*

Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): (Talk about a delayed post - stick there last one where it should be) Nodding, he follows Corbin, letting his eye shift slightly to take in the group again. "A DP would be cool, or whatever they got."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "A pleasure to see you as well, Miss Randelle." She nods her head. "Trust you've been well?"

Corbin Justice: "I'm sure they've got it." Heading over to the vendor.

Abbey Randelle: Indeed. and yourself Miss Reiruno? Well I hope? *they would be late. she was certain of it. a walk through the park... rubbish. *

Katana: Katana lets go of Miki'a hand and pulls her up into her arm qith easy, letting her daughter get comfortable, while keeping a close protective hold of her.

Corbin Justice: ~Indeed, Dr. Pepper and several other sodas. Just closing up for the night, but still open for a few minutes.~

Mark Souma: *And now, it's placement and listen. So much to learn from crowds.*

Mark Souma: ((*steals one of the Dr. Peppers OOCly*))

Miki: Miki wraps her arms around her mom as she watches people, especially Abbey, Ingvar, and now Reyna as well as Misty.

Abbey Randelle: *Katana's unfortunate condition isn't acknowledged, Abbey far too polite to point out that the woman seems to have some child on her.*

Tabitha Kavelin: Hmmmm... *A tilt of her head, before looking back to Ingvar and co, sketching away*

Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): He digs in his pants pocket and comes out with a load of change and a few bills wadded together. "How much are they? I spent most of what I had on the trip. Damn junk food machines cost a bundle, and the food sucks."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: A drag of smoke is exhaled, away from the group, and she shrugs. "Been better, been worse." She grins slightly. Been much better, and been much worse, now that I think of it."

Misty Greymoore: Another bright smile, about heeling - which takes her to half-facing Abbey again "Do, again, give my thanks to your charming companion." And then, she clacks off, twirling the parasol as she goes

Corbin Justice: He pays for the sodas, getting a sickingly sweet grape one for himself.

: No lurker posting, take a nick.

Katana: d10: : 8,6,6,

Mark Souma: *He flops down on a bench, and merely watches. Chewing on his gum.*

Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): (Ouch...) He grins. "Thanks, Corey." Dumping the money back into his pocket he takes the soda. He grins when he sees Corbin's choice. "You're gonna be bouncin' off the ceiling.

Corbin Justice: Nathaniel: "I've still got some money." Walking away from the vendor with his brother. "Anyway, your room is free and I'll see about getting you a job somewhere."

Corbin Justice: He laughs. "And I won't go into how much caffeine I've had today."

Abbey Randelle: *was it polite to curse someone in- nono.. one must not. manners Miss randelle.. Manners.. an inclination of her head as the girl moves away* good evening miss Gremoore. *abbey begins to walk toawrds the cab with ingvar.. they would be late* I regret.. Miss Riruno.. It grows late, and should we dally longer we shall be late for an engagement.. *a polite smile to Katana.. Katana?! oh dear. the woman was tragic. * I trust you understand

Tabitha Kavelin: *Peers at the guy who just sat down. It's getting crowded... Smiles slightly, leaning her head back a moment before flipping hte page*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((booted. twice))

Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): He downs about half the soda before responding to Corbin. "That's cool. Do I get a real bed, or a pallet on the floor? Not complainin' if it is mind ya.

Katana: Katana looks a little surprised since Ingvar had been the one to suggest they share a cab, and looks to him to see if the invitation had just been cancelled.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((wait- he didn't advise they share a cab, but invited her on the walk across the park. That many people wouldn't fit in one.*S* But, as I'm having some real browser trouble, let's just say he exited with Abbey until I can get a handle on things.))

Corbin Justice: Nathaniel: He laughs and checks him with an elbow to the ribs. "It's a real bed. Morgane or Nicoleta, I forget which, cleaned it up for you."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods a little bit to Abbey, sighing. "We'll have to get together some time...if you don't mind, of course."

Katana: ((Okay. No worries at all. We'll say he gave her an indication that they needed to go. And that works. *smile*))

Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): A fine spray of soda gets spit in Corbin's direction when he is elbowed, but he chuckles. "I'll be a good boy and not ask why it needed 'cleanin' up."

Corbin Justice: Thoughtfully, "You know, Nathaniel...Morgane made this incredible fresh baked bread with marinara sauce...you hungry?" ((I"ll have to get going for TT gaming.))

Katana: ((Too many convos going on to keep up with the screen. *laugh*)) "Good evening to you both Ms Randelle and Mr Urgahaldt." Then back to Miki, maybe we should go ahead and get you home. You look tired, baby."

Corbin Justice: He wipes off the sticky drops of liquid. "Nothing nasty. Ain't that kind of a place."

Abbey Randelle: thank you however for the kindly invitation miss reiruno. Good evening. A pleasure seeing you again, and a pleasure to meet you madam. *..she's not saying that name. an inlination of her head, polite smile.. and the slender white wisp of a girl and broad tower of dark hungarian stride out the park *

Abbey Randelle: (ignore "however"))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Good bye, Miss Randelle. A pleasure."

Abbey Randelle: ((fleeeeing *poofs*))

Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): (That's okay, I need to do some stuff with his sheet) He perks up a bit. "Food? Sounds good to me, Corey." He does a quick side-glance again toward the group. "Might be better anyway to clean up some before I meet your friends."

Tabitha Kavelin: *Scritches hte charcoal against hte paper, glancing now and again to Marcus*

Miki : She yawns again, this time not hiding it. "Okay, will you tell me a story when we get home?"

Mark Souma: *He chews, and looks over his shoulder. And then back to the group leaving. He actually looks pensive.*

Corbin Justice: "They're busy. Wonder who the platinum blonde is with Ingvar?" He shrugs and heads out towards his Honda cycle. ((Bye everyone!))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She watches Abbey head off, and looks around, taking a drag off her smoke as she looks around curiously.

Miki : (Take care :) )

Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): He trails after Corbin, tossing the can into a nearby trashcan. "Hell if I'de know. But, I could use a smoke too... I can smoke there, right?" He gets on the bike, and leaves with Corbin. (See all later :)

Katana: "Sure. I have lots of stories..." she grins and heads on out of the park.

Corbin Justice: "Outside you can, yeah." Smirks, handing the helmet to Nathaniel. ((And I'm off...))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And suddenly, everyone's walking away. Story of her life.

Tabitha Kavelin: *Doesn't seem top be going anywhere. In fact, seems rather comfy on her bench* [http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Kittenpeeler/tabitha.jpg]

Nathaniel Dikastis (PT): (And I'm off to adjust. Have fun ya'll)

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: A glance does over to Tabitha, and she grins, nodding to her...and a grin and a nod to Mark, too. "Hola," she says, to them both.

Mark Souma: *He grins, and raises a hand to the ... woman with a nice rack. He gets snapped free of his reverie, and notes the girl with the sketch pad as well. Crazy world.*

Tabitha Kavelin: *A glance up from her drawing* Huh? Er... Hi.

Dusty: (Can anyone PM me and let me know which ST was playing Mik here a few minutes ago? I was speaking to them about something, and I need to reestablish contact if I can)

Dusty: (Oh well :) Thanks anyway)

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Er...hi, back." She winks at Tabitha. "S'up?"

Tabitha Kavelin: *Nods towards Mark* Just putting that guy over there on paper. You?

Mark Souma: *He arches an eyebrow.* Uhh... s'cuse me?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Careful. You can steal someone's soul that way." A chuckle.

Tabitha Kavelin: Reyna: That's cameras. *Looks to Mark with a smirk* Oh... Nothing.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ahh, that's just what they TELL you..."

Tabitha Kavelin: Damn the man. *A sage, somewhat patronizing nod*

Mark Souma: *He scowls, and gets up.* Why? *He tries to get a look at the sketch pad.*

Tabitha Kavelin: *It's just a basic, rough sketch of a figure in his slumped position* Uh... Sorry? You were in an interesting position...

Mark Souma: *He blinks.* Oh. well then. *He shrugs, and is clearly trying not to preen.*

Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: *She lifts her eyebrows, light blue eyes peering up at him* ...MY soul now.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She leans over and looks at it. "Not bad..."

Mark Souma: Naw, sold my soul LONG ago for half a mallomar.

Tabitha Kavelin: I try. *A tilt of her head towards Reyna* Thanks.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Dude...you shoulda gotten sold it on E-bay. Could've at LEAST gotten a full mallomar, plus a Fig Newton. Maybe even a half a Teddy Graham, too."

Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: Only half? *She ponders* You ripped them off so bad.

Mark Souma: Meh. I think I got the better end. Besides, I just wrote "My soul" on a piece of paper. Think I fooled him. *He flashes teeth.*

Tabitha Kavelin: I s'pose... *She offers her hand* I'm Tabitha.

Mark Souma: *He takes the offered hand.* Mark. *Clearly, the greeting is for nice-tits as well.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Reyna." No hand-shaking, as they're busy engaged doing so...she takes a drag off her smoke.

Tabitha Kavelin: Nice to meet the both of you. Fellow park slummers?

Mark Souma: Somethin' like that, *he says with a shrug.* Just checkin' it out really. Amazing how much you can learn just by watching.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "When I got time." She grins a little. "Typically, I just jump park slummers and steal their portraits they drew of other people for sheer joy. So, whatcha up to again?" She winks at Tabitha.

Tabitha Kavelin: Reyna: About to kick your ass if you try that? *She smiles cheerfully, chuckling*

Mark Souma: Two chicks fighting over my soul, *he says with a smirk, and he flops on the ground. It's still wet. A wrinkle of his nose, as he digs into the pocket of his jean jacket to pull out his own cigarettes.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Naah, you're in luck. Every tenth person, I let go. Besides, I'm out of lye."

Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: Ahem. My soul, you mean, Mr. Mallomar? *Huffs a bit then blinks at Reyna* ...lye?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods. "Lye."

Tabitha Kavelin: So, what... Tou steal their portraits and then clean their plumbing?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((BRB, guys.))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((By before I vanish for a few...)) "Lye helps the bodies dissolve."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((By=But. And NOW I'll BRB))

Tabitha Kavelin: Mmmm. Lütecadaver. *Looks to Mark with a smile* Such charming people at night...

Mark Souma: *He flashes a grin at that.* and cute to boot, *he says with a serious nod.*

Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: Why thank you. *She curls the left side of her mouth in a small smirk*

Mark Souma: I was talking about me, *he says with a cant of his head.*

Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: So that makes me the charming one?

Mark Souma: Well, you did draw my picture, *he says with a nod.*

Tabitha Kavelin: Well, I kinda drew those other folks, too. *Flipping hte page back. "Kinda" is indeed the right words. Just rough outlines* Been lazy.

Mark Souma: You do it for fun or profit?

Tabitha Kavelin: This? Fun. I do web design to keep myself fed.

Mark Souma: Ahh.. Cool, *he says with a casual nod.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She's still sitting there, listening quietly as she smokes, a little snarky grin on her face.

Tabitha Kavelin: *A shrug of one shoulder* And in my spare time, I outdistance DaVInci...

Mark Souma: *He arches an eyebrow.* Well... not hard to out-distance someone who's dead. *He flashes another grin.*

Tabitha Kavelin: *She pauses a moment, not sure how to retort to that one* ...Touche.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Sure it is. 'specially if you strap a rocket to his back."

Mark Souma: But then he runs into stuff, makes a complete mess. Then you've only outdistanced pieces of him. and that is just weird.

Tabitha Kavelin: *She laughs softly* See, I was picturing some guy tossing him ahead of you... But a rocket works too

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Catapult?"

Mark Souma: I don't think he'd make a dent in the stone fortress you're attacking.

Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: After all these years he's probably at least partially fossilized...

Mark Souma: Hrm... *He rubs his chin* Maybe.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Strapped to the roof of a Semi?" She grins...yes, she's enjoying this.

Mark Souma: Naw, it's DaVinci. Let's have some respect. *He smirks.*

Tabitha Kavelin: *She squints one eye* Put hiom in one of his ornithopters. Or the corkscrew parachute.

Mark Souma: *He points to Tabitha.* THERE y'go.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ornithopter. Definitely. Even if it IS only an Oh-Two Artifact."

Mark Souma: NOW we're thinking, *he says with a grin.*

Tabitha Kavelin: *She blinks at Reyna. And blinks again* But at least it's free...

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "True dat." She winks to Tabitha.

Mark Souma: *He yawns at that.* As exciting as this is, I've gotta get the fuck out of here. No school tomorrow. Which means there are clubs calling my name.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah...I think I got me a few rounds to make. Money doesn't come to me on it's own, after all..."

Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: Makes you feel like a baby seal, huh?

Mark Souma: *He snorts at Tabitha's words.* Only the REALLY cute ones with the big eyes.

Tabitha Kavelin: Mark: So huggable.

Mark Souma: And their skin's so soft, *he says with a smirk.* Nice meeting someone with half a fuckin' brain around here. Seeya. *He pushes himself off the ground, and shakes off.*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Later." She smirks to Mark, then looks to Tabitha. "Catch ya around."

Mark Souma: *He waves, and departs.*

Tabitha Kavelin: Seeya. *She tilts her chin upwards at them*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And with a grin, she heads off, out of the park.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Thanks for the scene. *Hugs*))