Gunther [gunshow]: Gunther balls up his fists, raising them to show the woman. "I's always taugh at my best weapons are tha ones ya ain't never put down. Worst case scanario.. Gunther can still whoop some ass."

Arlett: *a peer at the couple.. shakes her head and keeps on peering, seems mostly curious... reading anything they got speaking of how guns work and if she can't find any goes ask if they got panflet or something*

Eugenia Phelps: The show of fists causes a blush to rise up and stain her fair cheeks. "Do you often talk of yourself in the third person?" She manages after a wide-eyed moment.

Lamar Dix: * He takes a seat on his metal folding chair and checks to make sure that all the bumper stickers are facing the right way. *

Gunther [gunshow]: Gunther cocks a brow at the woman. "The fuck you talkin bout slut? Gunther's only one person." He snorts. And people call HIM stupid...

Eugenia Phelps: "The third person is English grammar...stuff...nevermind.." She gestures vaguely, glad he didn't catch onto her reaction to his fists.

Arlett: *and eye to the two, huffs.. well then again the place is croweded with... nice... people... sighs* humm.. excuse me *to the guy by the counter*

Arlett: (Table)

Lamar Dix: * The beady little eyes come up slowly too settle on Arlett, followed by a toothy smile. * " Your excused, darlin. See anything that interests ya? "

Gunther [gunshow]: Gunther shrugs and starts moving farther down the aisle. "English blows. Deutsch ist spitze." He gives another attractive snort. "I ain't mean ta embarass ya like at. At tha club tha other night."

Arlett: *blinks, hmmm.. then blinks agian he'll sell to her?!* hum.. have panflets?.. mean... I rather want to know, first

Eugenia Phelps: "I...don't remember too much about what happened that night. Aside from the rather memorable encounter with that stripper..an encounter that replaced the nightmares I had with muppets and fisting. I'm still trying to figure out which is worse." She actually laughs at that. "You're forgiven, though."

Gunther [gunshow]: He gives a gruff nod. "Ain't remember? ya drink too much?"

Eugenia Phelps: "I got a little..tipsy. I did, however, manage to make it to my friend's house and to work the following day with a killer hangover."

Lamar Dix: " What are you looking for, suger? You look a little green to be lookin for hardware. " * He points to a stack of right wing newspapers and a few brochures from HK and Glock. *

Gunther [gunshow]: He smirks back to the woman. "Ja. At sucks. You know tha best thing fer a hangover, right?"

Eugenia Phelps: "What is the best thing for a hangover?" Genuinely curious, she peers up at him, focused and intent.

Gunther [gunshow]: "Keep drinkin." He says quite matter of factly, stopping his tromp not far from the booth arlett's parousing. He peers over with hard arian eyes.

Arlett: *eyes him* eh.... I'm curious *little smile, moving to the brochures* and.... I like the dynamic interaction of forces going between size and gun power and the relative comparition to why the sizes.... mostly, want to see the smallest size for more power *shrugs* hum. homework?

Eugenia Phelps: "Perhaps I should stock up on alcohol at home and at my friend's house." She ponders this for a moment, hands held behind her back.

Arlett: *peering slightly towards Gunther and lady... hum... she is juust looking*

Lamar Dix: " Ah yeah. Your talkin about what we call stoping power. Something for serious social engagments. "

Gunther [gunshow]: He nods "You talkin bout at beaner bitch you was with at night?" He looks over to arlett with a tiny scowl. The fuck does she find so amusing...

Eugenia Phelps: "Her name is Felisa." She says calmly with a serene smile. "And I don't mean her, I mean my other friend..the one whose place I crash at when I don't feel like commuting back home."

Arlett: *jeee... happy neighbours, wrinkles her nose a bit, and shakes her head at the scowl, looking to Lamar* humm.. guess... humm.... how it works? *well she knows of science. not guns...*

Arlett: *yet*

Gunther [gunshow]: Gunther shrugs. "She ain't tell me er name. She was too busy bein a cunt ta gunther."

Lamar Dix: * He reaches out to touch one of the pistols on the tanble.* "As far as small, yet loud goes this is the meanest dog on the porch. Its a Kimber Ultra CDC. Small and light with and aluminum frame. Shoots the .45ACP. Fine pistol with alot of punch. "

Eugenia Phelps: "Well, you two really were not the most pleasant of people toward each other. Perhaps she was annoyed at the jokes you were making at her expense." She doesn't sound accusing at all. She just sounds so nice. She doesn't want to cause a scene or fight. "Well, her name is Felisa and she's been very nice to me since we met." A little nod before she grins up at Gunther. "And you have been very nice to me since we met..except for that stripper incident."

Lamar Dix: * He does a doubletake. * " How it works? "

Gunther [gunshow]: He gives a toothy grin. "Hey. Gunther was helpin. You said ya liked ta try new things. I was bein all sweet. I do that."

Eugenia Phelps: Gunther has earned himself another hug. "Don't do that again." She laughs as she embraces him.

Arlett: yea....hummm.. like.... what is the corelation with power... *she points* i know ya can make a littel case resistent enough to hold enough power to blow up a house... but... the bullet holder seems to get stuck when ya do that... mean, like the power burns the bullet to ash before it hits the cannon... and then it all gets stuck there... right? *well it kinda happened.... * and .. hum.... what makes the power of the tiny things hold it right?....

Arlett: *and another tiny pper to Gunther and lady.. weird... back to vendor*

Gunther [gunshow]: He gives another curious scowl to the woman, tensing up at the hug. He looks over his shoulder.. like he expected sady to be right there with trusty pistols drawn.

Lamar Dix: * He looks down at her slack jawed for a moment before runing a finger under his nose. * " You talkin about hot loads. You can only put so much powder in a case before it becomes too much for either the case or the gun. Either the case blows out or the slide can crack and come off. Normaly ends up hiting you in the head. Hurts like hell. "

Eugenia Phelps: She pulls back with a beaming grin. "You really ought to relax more, you know."

Gunther [gunshow]: He shakes his head in a gruff fashion. "You should look what yer fuckin doin. Sady catches you doin shit like at, she'll rip out yer pretty little throat."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: The woman is out late, and she knows it. However, she's been holed up for too long...her studies are grating on her, and lack of information on events up north are leaving her ill-at-ease. She wanders her way into the gun show, looking around at the collected booths and massive firearms with some faint interest.

Somewhere in her mid-twenties, Annika stands at 5’7” before any heels or lifts come into play. She cuts an attractive frame if you’re in to the Aryan look – and how. Her hair is fine and straight, a pale blonde with several shades vying for attention. The highlights, entirely natural, are nearly white. Full lips, high cheekbones, strong bones, arched eyebrows laying serious and light over blue eyes that gleam with intelligence and clarity. Her skin is fair, all of its summer tan quick to fade under the slightest hint of approaching winter. Her hands are slim, nails a maintained oval. She walks like a woman that knows how to take care of herself, and her bright blue eyes, pale with the promise of a fresh autumn dawn, are almost always attentive. She’s dressed well but not richly in practical clothes fitted to her form.

Arlett: *hmmmm.... hufms...* yea... but how ya get to work it? mean. *points to the gun he said of* what makes this pistol with it's side hold the power it holds.. the gun tube or the chamber where the bullets go? or the back part

Lamar Dix: * The kid is tall and scraggly with three days of uneven growth doting his poxmarked face. His hair is firey red and combed back into a brilliant mullet, and at six feet three he maybe tips the scales at one hundred and twenty pounds. He has beady little hazel eyes and cigarette breath. Dressed in an old AC/DC tee shirt and stonewashed jeans. *

Eugenia Phelps: "All right, Gunther." She sighs, not altogether happy about that development. "I will try to be more careful about hugging you in the future."

Arlett: Arlett seems to have grown… small difference, she still look pretty much like a young teenager… not really a young woman, but maybe just not longer a kid. She still looks pretty much like a doll, with so expressive green eyes, the shadows of flecks on her cheeks, her golden hair falling down below her shoulders, and air of innocence that her eyes don’t seem to share so much sometimes. But mostly are those faint curves, those faint hints that let you know what a beautiful woman she is starting to become. A Butterfly pendant hangs now from her neck, along with a silver bracelet on her wrist with an ‘A’ charm to it. ( Arcane 2) http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&meta=topn&cat=0&pos=2

Gunther [gunshow]: He snorts. His hard blue eyes subconsciously follow the Aryan beauty for longer than he's generally comfortable with.

Eugenia Phelps: She looks at a display, allowing Gunther a moment to admire the woman.

Lamar Dix: " The power always comes from the round, honey. You decide what you want too shoot out of the gun and then you build a gun that can shoot it. The main problem is that the normal setup is for one recoil spring to control the slide tension. This here company came up with a double recoil spring idea that make it function right. Okay they stole the idea from another company but it still works. "

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She wanders along the booths, eyes passing over the various wares with some amount of interest. Head held high, back straight. Definitely not the normal type you'd find here, but she certainly seems interested.

Arlett: ((*giggles* damm sometimes I am more lost then whaat Arlett should be)) *she bites her lips, tilting her head, watching the gun* hum.... so... you come from the round, then work it from there? hum.. double recoil? how so?

Eugenia Phelps: Nia is, in a word, beautiful. Angelic would likely be the best adjective to describe her, really, as would ethereal. There's just something about her that's unearthly and captivating. Her hair is silvery blond, and though often pinned or braided, it reaches more than halfway down her back. Her eyes are a sparkling cerulean blue and she's often smiling. Her favored choices of clothing come in pastels, and she never wears pants.

Gunther [gunshow]: After trailing Annika for quite some time with a hungry gaze, Gunther knocks a thick fist against his forehead. Come on, man. Get it together. Gonna get yourself in trouble. AGAIN. He looks around, quickening his pace. Guns.. just.. think about guns.

Eugenia Phelps: "For a man so afraid of his girlfriend, your gaze and thoughts do often wander." She sounds amused.

Gunther [gunshow]: He sneers at Nia with a gruff "Shuddup. Ya ain't helpin, slut."

Arlett: ((*sings at the tun Guther is afarid of a girl ;) *shuts up*))

Eugenia Phelps: "Did we not already cover how not-slutlike I am? Or need I wear a badge that says, 'Hi, my name is Nia and I'm a virgin.'" She giggles. Yes, giggles.

Gunther [gunshow]: He gives an irritated grumble, tromping on. "Rrrrr.. fine. Shuddup, ya prudish cunt. Ya ain't helpin!"

Eugenia Phelps: "Virginity does not make me a prude, merely unexperienced." She laughs, gracefully following after the tromping skinhead.

Gunther [gunshow]: "So ya wanna be a slut? I should hook you up with my homeboy, dirk. He's always hard up fer a good lay."

Arlett: *annnd another look to Gunther and Eugenia, with a little frown, and back to vendor, with just a glance to Annika.. well if SHe is here.. why woulnd't the other lady be.. at least Annika is old enough...*

Lamar Dix: " Okay. This here gun was originaly made with a five inch slide. To make it smaller they had to shorten that to three and one half inches. That means that you have less mass in the slide, Right? So shortening the slide changes the mechanics. The single recoil spring that holds tension on that five incher is too long too do the job on the three incher, but a three inch spring is not strong enough to make any gun shooting .45ACP work right. So they figured out a way to use two short springs that are wraped around each other and it works just fine. "

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She makes her way along a little further, stopping at the booth. Pale blue eyes pass up to look over Gunther and Nia, and alternately Arlett and Lamar, nearby. Her head tilts slightly, looking them over--the angelic one and the skinhead gets a moment's more consideration--before she stops to look over a selection of guns laid out at a table.

Eugenia Phelps: "Whereas I'm curious about carnal acts, I'm not quite certain I want to go about it that way." She smoothes a hand over her hair, pondering that for a moment.

Arlett: hmmmmm.....+nods faintly... tempted to ask him if she can undo his gun to see it* okey.... I think I kinda get it...*humm...*so the thing is to compensate for the increase in tension, right?

Lamar Dix: " Kinda, its more too increase the tension without having to use that long assed five inch spring. "

Gunther [gunshow]: Gunther shrugs, slowing his roll to check out a display in particular. Not entirely sure what he's looking for. He'll know when he finds it. "Ain't give a fuck whatcha do. Just thought I'd help." A glance over to Nia "You know me.. All sweetness."

Arlett: hmmmmmm *nods* okey..... *grins* thanks!

Eugenia Phelps: "Of course." He's rewarded for his efforts with a brilliant smile. "Thank you for your offer of assistance. If I need your help in the future, I'll let you know." She pauses a little at a display, eyebrows furrowed. "Gunther, hypothetically speaking, if you were single, would you make good on the crude offers you've made in the short time I've known you?"

Lamar Dix: * He picks up the Kimber and takes it apart before laying it back on the table. * " Look it over if you wana. " * Then he turns his attention to the others. *

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: He looks up at Gunther's vulgarity nearby, a pale brow quirking. Interesting. She hadn't actually heard people using such language much. She watches him for a moment, and then looks over the handguns. Her attention strays briefly to a selection of knives, a delicate hand coming out to brush over the metal.

Gunther [gunshow]: Gunther scratches the back of his bald dome, trying to translate the woman's words. "Uhh.. Oh. You mean would I hit it? Hells yeah. At'sa stupid question."

Arlett: *smiles beamingly to him and YES she goes watching the pieces and seeing to see how they are laid and forms and all*

Eugenia Phelps: "That's a comfort to hear. I was afraid that only women were finding me attractive lately."

Annika Brandt [PB 5] -> Eugenia Phelps: ((Hey, hey! Jarod's found her attractive! He's just...y'know...polite about it. And involved. *S*))

Gunther [gunshow]: Gunther gives a confused look and shakes his head to Nia "Nah.. At's some crazy shit. You gotta tight little ass on ya. Folks just assume at since ya ain't put out.. ya ain't like tha cock."

Eugenia Phelps -> Annika Brandt [PB 5]: [*laughs*And Nia's oblivious. Ziahl was obvious about the fact that she wanted to get into Nia's...skirts..]

Eugenia Phelps: "See, I would have to have experience with the cock to know if I like it or not. And how will I get experience if people automatically assume that I am uninterested in the cock." Yes, she did just say cock..twice.

Lamar Dix: * The weapon is separated into the slide, frame and the guiderod. The two spring are plainly visable runing along the guiderod. *

Arlett: *takes the piece and watches it.... biting her lips with a hmmmmmm.... pondering if they would actually sell it to her*

Gunther [gunshow]: He gives a tiny scowl, rotating his gaze from the display back up to Nia "You hittin on Gunther er somethin?"

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Another glance up, at vulgarities from both the skinhead and the woman he's with. She looks back to the dealer, nodding her gratitude, and goes to move on, passing over to look at the table Gunther & Nia are at.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: No simple thing.. murder in the evening, shopping overnight.. the process of choosing appropriate shoes alone.. the young Judge smoothes an eyebrow and passes further into the show, hands clasped at the small of his back as the moves directly to the Ka- Bar stall.*

Eugenia Phelps: "That idea had crossed my mind, but I do have certain moral objections to doing things with someone who is unavailable. Also, I value my throat and would rather not have your girlfriend rip it out."

Lamar Dix: * His brows raise at the conversation, but he says nothing too the couple. *

Arlett: *and shrugs* hei... mister...*well asking never hurt* would you -actually- sell it to me? *welll...... never hurt... worst is a no, and she will go on to try an make one on her own*

Gunther [gunshow]: Gunther nods. "Good. Ya look better witha throat." He looks up to the vender. "Hey.. I'm lookin fer somethin fer my bitch." He states casually. "She'sa mean little Italian slut what likes er paira forty fives."

Eugenia Phelps: Her lips twitch with barely contained laughter as she listens to Gunther, her head shaking with amusement before she looks at her watch. "I should head out now. I need to catch some sleep before doing a few hours at work to cover for someone tomorrow.."

Lamar Dix: " Sure, as long as you got your paperwork and pass the FBI check. Very few people I wont sell too. "

Gunther [gunshow]: He looks over his shoulder to Nia. "Ja. Alright. Call me if ya need anythin."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She frowns at Gunther's description of his girlfriend...she shakes her head and looks up to Lamar, smiling faintly, and moves off.

Gunther [gunshow]: Gunther watches annika wander off, while waiting for the vendor's response.

Eugenia Phelps: "Will do." She beams and looks around quickly before giving him a brief hug. Then, she's heading through the crowd with a sunny smile still on her face. It's nice knowing that heterosexual males find her attractive and that she's not just big with the bisexual or lesbian crowd.

Arlett: *blinks, ble....* nha... like FBI will let underage have permitions....*she reallly needs a grown up to buy for her, huffs* well thanks anyhow *turning, to start walking oh.. taking broucher with her... she MIGHT make them. will solve a lot of things*

Lamar Dix: * He looks over too Gunther and scowls. * " Why you asking me? I dont know the bitch. "

Eugenia Phelps: [Good night, all, thanks for the scene!]

Gunther [gunshow]: He gives a gruff shrug. "Dunno. Gunther ain't know shit bout bitches. Er guns. Thought maybe ya did." He tromps away from lamar's display, trailing loosely behind annika.

Gunther [gunshow]: (thanks!)

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The eerie young magyar lists a long and extremely comprehensive measure of requirements for the knife he is shopping for, down to exact measurements.. he does not even glance at the display case- rather waits for the attendant to find what he requires.. he waits apparently patiently, but is told they cannot fill the request. A mild and appropriate farewell before he strides toward Heckler and Koch.*

Arlett: ((night Eug))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: per/alert: 5,1,9,5,1,4,

Arlett: *eyeing Gunther, rolls her eyes and starts walking, then halts.. isnt' that...blinking staring for more then a second to Ingvar.. just having met the man once... at the resuce... shivers.. humm....*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ping! ...wonderful. Being tall while those around you carry rifles in guard position requires rather more attention than he had paid before...*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She moves along, that calm, straight form slipping lithely down the aisle, eyes passing from display to display. The sound of heavy footsteps draws her attention, but she doesn't look back immediately, her attention drawn to a survivalist's booth. She heads over, looking over the blades, camping supplies, and bows with some interest.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *One hand moves to cover his eye as the muzzle moves along.. its bearer mindless of what'd happened.*

Arlett: *winces, and really, really, really doubts it... before actually meandering.... over * uhm.. ya fine?

Gunther [gunshow]: Gunther's pace slows when she stops, thinking to himself.. What'm I even doing here.. Soo gonna get my ass in trouble again. Bitches.. He makes a slow tromp behind Annika and continues down the aisle.

Lamar Dix: * As traffic has slowed Lamar begins to pack away his wares. Breakfast is fast approaching. *

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *a brief recovery before he lowers his hand again, nodding to Arlett in his distant, regal fashion.* I am, madam.. yourself?

Arlett: *blinks+ ya.... just... that daft hit ya.. humm *well maybe he doens't remember her... maybe she shoooould leave it at that.. being he was all grouchy and growly at her*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks over her shoulder to Gunther, raising an eyebrow. A momentary pause, before she follows behind. Curiosity killed the cat, that say...she may not be very cat-like, but she is curious. She quickens her pace slightly, not unhurried, to catch up.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: mm. *A pleasantly rumbling sound from deep in his chest as he blinks, watching the smaller woman.* I understand.. there have been difficulties, of late, yes?

Arlett: *blinks yet again* difficulties? *tilting her head*

Gunther [gunshow]: With a tiny sneer Gunther heads toward the exit. Beer. Beer'll make it better.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Excuse me. Sir." She calls out to him, her voice calm, even. Not overly loud, but clear.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *His own head cocks slightly in odd counterpoint.* hmm. Perhaps I was incorrect. *Pale eyes search her face for a moment before he speaks.* How are you, Ms. Arlett?

Gunther [gunshow]: Gunther gives a tiny grumble. "Was?" He gruffs out in his native tongue without turning around.

Arlett: *ehhh.. he remembers!.. but he isn't growly.. is a plus... blinks, does he know?! * humm.... fine I guess *with a little shurg* yourself sir *well she is trying to be polite, she knows how to after all*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: When he speaks German, she easily switches to the tongue. ~Ger~ "Forgive me, sir. I must ask...were you following me?"

Gunther [gunshow]: Gunther turns with a sneer to the woman. ~ger~ "Why the fuck would I be following you? Go about your business, cunt."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She blinks at his language, a frown marring classic Aryan features. Her voice chills dramatically, back straightening. ~Ger~ "I asked a simple question. You will not speak to me in such a disrespectful way."

Gunther [gunshow] -> Annika Brandt [PB 5]: (and of course he speaks with a western dialect, obviously uneducated by manner of speaking.)

Gunther [gunshow]: He gives a less than attractive snort at the woman ~ger~ "I'll speak to ya however I damn well please. Gunther ain't do shit ta you so back tha fuck off."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: I am fine, thank you... *Pale eyes swivel through the show briefly before returning to the young woman.* Finding what you are looking for?

Arlett: *she too looks overto gunther, mostly out of hearing german.... misses it, then back up to ingvar.. what oh!* kinda... is not like I can really buy the stuff *with a faint pout, then a light shrug^* but they explained to me how they work.. so i might make one *smiles some*

Arlett: hum.. yourself?

Lurk: ((open?))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *at this, his eyes light in keen interest.. it actually does not come off as envy, rather simple attention paid to Arlett. he glances around, then steps to Arlett's side- gesturing toward one wall with the air of a gentleman. By his manner, he may very well be guiding her through a ball. Rather debonaire, if a touch disassociated.* Ah yes.. may I show you something? I believe it may be of mutual interest.. and I have been seeking one of your specific fraternity to inquire about such..

Gunther [gunshow]: (yesh)

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ~Ger~ "And I did nothing to you. I did nothing to precipitate such a vile choice in words. I merely asked a curious question. Further such words will not be tolerated."

Arlett: *lets him guide her, blinking,... ohhh curious now* humm.... okey *curious, curious* ((yeup lurk)

Gunther [gunshow]: He gives another snort in the woman's direction. ~ger~ "Ehh.. go tolerate yerself er somethin. Gunther ain't got time fer yer whinin. Got shit ta do." He turns and starts to tromp off again.

Adrian: He wanders through the area, looking over the various firearms and whatnot. Though the weapons are not catching his eyes so much as the people. He appears to be in his mid-20s, standing at just under six feet tall, his body strong but not bulked up. He has an attractive, round face, with a strong chin and the hint of dimples - it would be almost cherubic if it weren‘t for the furtive, cold reptilian eyes. His short black hair settles in waves on his head, loose locks playing with his forehead, the sort to run fingers through. The collar of his faded denim jacket is pulled up over his neck; he dresses casual and a bit down as perhaps a working-man laborer would. ((Fame 2 - PM me if your character is someone who would follow old sensational crime stories or is a serial murder buff.)) http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/1Adrian.jpg

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She shakes her head, watching Gunther walk out, her jaw tense. She thought she may have actually found someone worthwhile to speak to. How wrong she was. With a bit of a scowl, she walks away. ~Ger~ "Useless waste of flesh."

Adrian: d10: : 8,3,3,8,4,

Adrian: His eyes flick over at Annika at the German. Then stay on her and scan her body.

Gunther [gunshow]: Without turning around he flips the woman off. ~ger~ "Bite me, slutface."

Arlett: ((if ya need a desc, poke Adrian-p))

Annika Brandt [PB 5] -> Adrian: ((DD, in case you don't know it: Somewhere in her mid-twenties, Annika stands at 5’7” before any heels or lifts come into play. She cuts an attractive frame if you’re in to the Aryan look – and how. Her hair is fine and straight, a pale blonde with several shades vying for attention. The highlights, entirely natural, are nearly white. Full lips, high cheekbones, strong bones, arched eyebrows laying serious and light over blue eyes that gleam with intelligence and clarity. Her skin is fair, all of its summer tan quick to fade under the slightest hint of approaching winter. Her hands are slim, nails a maintained oval. She walks like a woman that knows how to take care of herself, and her bright blue eyes, pale with the promise of a fresh autumn dawn, are almost always attentive. She’s dressed well but not richly in practical clothes fitted to her form.))

Adrian: A cold, amused smirk. He recognizes the voice, and the person, his eyes sliding to the side to take in Gunther.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Oddly courtly, he offers the woman his wrist briefly as he indicates several survival suits, ponchos, a wide variety of paramilitary clothing hanging from the wall.* It is an idea I had not bothered to express before... however, with recent trends, I quite find that one of the more prevalent- and often ignored- dangers we tend to face involve nothing more strange or mystical than a simple.. fired.. bullet. *He looks down at the woman, interested in her opinion.*

Adrian: ~ger~ "What hostilities abound," he says to no one in particular, his voice laced with ill-disguised black amusement, and he laughs.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She freezes, her hands tightening, nails digging into her palm. Now, here in the middle of a gun show, would not be the best time to try and shoot the man. Later. ~Ger~ "You're probably too diseased, anyway," she mutters, before stalking back down the aisles, eyes narrowed into slits.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: d10: Per+Alert: 9,7,7,9,4,

Arlett: *blinks, eyeing the clothes, nodding* ya... really in the end those tend to be worst *peering up to him... is he?... * but that's just clothing, right? *reaching, to see if it has anything like armor on them*

Adrian: His eyes fall on a knife that is particularly attractive in its cruel design, his eyes coveting it.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks over at Adrian as he speaks in German, eyes passing over the man, still with that residual hostility in her posture.

Gunther [gunshow]: Gunther shrugs, passing by Adrian still making his way out. ~ger~ "Ja. Tell me about it. Some slut just ain't know when ta quit. No means no. Gunther ain't got time fer every cunt what crawls off tha street."

Adrian: The price tag hidden beneath it. He doesn't even bother to ask. He glances up, gaze meeting Annika's. A conflict in his mind...continue Gunther's fine work in pissing her off, or try to get inside her pants? He grins. ~ger~ "Forgive me, I couldn't help overhearing some of that exchange." ~His German has a curious flavor to it, that someone from Switzerland would recognize immediately, and is not well educated.~

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar draws the sleeve of another oddly assembled uniform, testing the strength of the material curiously.* I think you see our collective problem. *His eyes flick back to her.* Clothing only, precisely.. because while- *he gestures around the room.* It is technically legal to own a vast and cruel amount of weapons, armor remains illegal. Available perhaps... but illegal. In fact, a level 2 tactical vest- what is required to prevent damage from most small caliber firearms- if found to be in your posession, may see you to prison for up to two years.

Adrian: He laughs, a cruel sound to it. ~ger~ "Not a bad piece of tail though."

Arlett: *blinks, THAT making her look at him oddly* really?! weird...*frownin.. but.. starting to see where he is going, peers to him* but ya got an idea

Gunther [gunshow]: Gunther gives a toothy grin and a gruff salute to Adrian before finally tromping out the exit. Done enough damage for one night.. best to walk away while he still can.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Her eyes narrow into slits at Gunther's passing remark. Ooooo... She lets him go, remembering him. She'll pay him back at a later date. ~Ger~ "Probably not even pure-blood Aryan," she mutters lightly. ~Ger~ "Mutt."

Gunther [gunshow]: (would LOVE to stay and harass people.. but i'm about to fall over dead *hugs* danke.)

Arlett: ((night Gunthre-p *S*))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: People are so brash in this city. She turns away, ignoring Adrian, and continues on down the aisle. At least the vendors will pretend to be nice, thinking she'll buy something. Her eyes flick over the crowd as she walks along.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Night, Gunther!))

Jez: He is not someone that most would think would be at a place like this, looking over the semi-automatics with enthusiasm. He is a young man about 18 years, 5’7” with lean muscles, unruly, short black hair, a smooth, pale complexion, and a pointed, boyishly attractive face. His brown eyes have a mirthful, wicked gleam to them, and his smile is quick and roguish. He is wearing a very elegant, shimmering black silk suit, with a black silk shirt beneath, black on black. And with it, shocking pink hi-top Converse sneakers and an obnoxious, bright pink Hello Kitty backpack. His eyes are heavily lined in black kohl. [http://www.wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10296/Jezebel.jpg]

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He gestures with one hand, allowing the sleeve to settle back in its place.* I might.. though I have met only one capable.. and while she was certainly talented, she was... *he discreetly taps one side of his head.* yes, however.. a stiff penalty for protecting oneself, I think. So... *He reaches to finger the lapel of his suit.* What if ~this~ *He indicates her own clothing.* Or that... were able to give equal protection? Certainly not illegal to be dressed, yes?

Adrian: ((Night!))

Adrian: Ooooops. He watches Annika walk away. Well, he blew that one. He grins and wanders away.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Goodnight!))

Arlett: *blinks and giggles, shaking her head, then pokes slightly her jacket* like this? *yeup.. he was going that way*

Jez: d10: : 10,1,8,9,6,9,3,

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Again the gleam of interest, before the chillingly handsome young man smiles, casting his eyes down for a moment.* ah.. you have beaten me to it, it seems.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: d10: Per+Alert: 5,8,10,4,9,

Jez: He smiles warmly to Annika, recognizing her from the bookstore. He reluctantly turns from the handgun display, for there is someone else to whom he must pay respects, and his pink-shod feet carry him towards Ingvar and Arlett, at an angle where they can easily see him approaching.

Arlett: *she smiles* ya said it... after getting shot for like the fifth time, ya come up with ideas

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She pauses as her eyes fall on Ingvar. A moment of indecision, before she nods to herself and walks along over to him and Arlett.

Jez: He lets Annika approach Ingvar first.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *he seems almost wistful for a moment, somewhere under his stark face.. attention slipping over the jacket before he reaches out slightly, politely.* Madam.. may I? *Indicating he would like to feel the fabric.*

Arlett: *and the kid peers at Annika and Jez, as they aproach, hummm.... peering to Ingvar to see if he has noticed, and JUST if he hasn't, making a littel tilt of her chin to direct his atention to them*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: d10: : 3,2,7,2,5,7,

Jez: Using the delay to regard Arlett. She seems familiar, and he's fairly certain he's met her before. Maybe? Though maybe when she was younger? Might not be the same person.

Arlett: *though nods to Ingvar on the may I* ya.. sure *offering her arm*

Arlett -> Annika Brandt [PB 5]: Arlett seems to have grown… small difference, she still look pretty much like a young teenager… not really a young woman, but maybe just not longer a kid. She still looks pretty much like a doll, with so expressive green eyes, the shadows of flecks on her cheeks, her golden hair falling down below her shoulders, and air of innocence that her eyes don’t seem to share so much sometimes. But mostly are those faint curves, those faint hints that let you know what a beautiful woman she is starting to become. A Butterfly pendant hangs now from her neck, along with a silver bracelet on her wrist with an ‘A’ charm to it. ( Arcane 2) http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&meta=topn&cat=0&pos=2

Jez: He turns to regard some of the paramilitary clothing, busying himself so that they may converse without his interference, though he is alert to any cue from Ingvar that his presence is desired.

Jez: d10: : 7,6,2,

Jez: ~still uncertain whether he's met Arlett or not~

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Immediately his attention shifts, the request forgotten as he turns toward distant relatives. The shadow of hesitancy threatens for a moment.. nearly marrs the Judge's perfect poise and rigid decorum. He nods to Annika with the grace of a gentleman, his voice coloring even the crowded show with the distinct flavor of a brewing storm.* Ms. Brandt... have you met Ms. Arlett? *He turns to make introductions.* Ms. Arlett... a distant cousin of mine.. Ms. Brandt. *He tilts his chin slightly, taking a small step back for the two to meet each other.. though not too far. Nostrils flare slightly as Annika approaches.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He nods slightly toward Jez. A discreet, but open invitation to join.*

Arlett: *blinking, uhmm. polite, she knows how... yea...* hum.. Nice to meet you miss Brandt *nodding to Ingvar for the introductions, after all she KNOWS how to be the pretty little well behaved girl her father never got to see, and offers a little smile and nod to Jez too*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She smiles politely as she approaches the group...like Jez, not calling out. Merely standing there, hands folding in front of her over her lap. She's still tense, but the overt hostility has faded.

Jez: He turns and steps to the small circle of people as if it had all been perfectly planned, a ready smile at his lips. "Mr. Urghaldt. Ms. Brandt. Ms. Arlett. Good evening. Or rather, good morning." Silently thanking Ingvar for providing the names.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I have not, Mister Urgahaldt." She steps forward to Arlett, a hand extended. "Annika Brandt, Miss Arlett. Hello."

Arlett: *hum.. taking the hand to shake politedly* good evening hum *true* good morming *eyeing Jez again*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She nods to Jez politely. "Mister Talino. Good evening."

Jez: A slight bowing of his head to Arlett. "Jez Talino."

Arlett: *blinking... hum nods her head politely* nice to mee you too Mister Talino

Jez: ~His manners are impeccable; he is warm despite the formality. This is, perhaps, somewhat comically marred by the Hello Kitty backpack and bright pink shoes, alas.~

Jez: ~oh yes, and the eyeliner, mustn't forget that~ He smiles with a warm politeness, making no attempt to abduct the conversation to any topic of his choosing.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *There was a flicker of eyes across Jez' form before introductions were made.. the young man is, however, quite included in the conversation.* Ms. Brandt is here to attend university.. a distinguished school, as well. *a slight deference paid to the woman as he addresses Arlett.. almost as though she were some diplomat or representative.*

Arlett: *ow.. school, boring, well university must be much less boring the highschool though, nods* I hope you are doing fine then Miss Brandt *peering to ingvar then to Jez and Annika... hmmm... behave... and odd.. been so long since she tried to speak proper English is coming out somewhat accented*

Ntwadumela: ((Still the gun show, right?))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Thank you, Mister Urgahaldt." She gives a demure smile at the compliment, eyes casting downward for a moment, then back up. "I am just here to learn."

Arlett: ((yeup=)

Jez: An admiring smile to Annika as she accepts the praise so gracefully.

Ntwadumela: Mel sees the late night/early morning sale of arms and decides, after recent events, he might want to make a stop.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I am perservering, Miss Arlett." She nods a little bit. "Doing my best to study new topics so that I may expend my horizons."

Arlett: *Nods* That's always nice... University must be more interersting at least *smiles a bit*

Ntwadumela: Mel pays the cover, and passes the metal detector. His hair in one of it's frized out days, and as usual when it gets cold, in his Giants jacket. Today, his pants are green.

Jez: He is certain Ingvar is not here to discuss school, and he glances at the man, then at the material he is holding.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I would not have a point of comparison to regular schools, being home schooled myself. It has certainly been an eye-opening experience."

Arlett: *well the kid is sertainly not following the talk with people she doesn't know if are safe... or trusting, or knowing*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Pale eyes switch between the two women casually enough.. looking directly to Annika a touch more thuroughly avoided. Occasionally the flash of pale hair in the corner of his eye draws his attention.*

Arlett: *she blinks and smiles more* oh.. trust me... school is better then home school.. mean tutors?... they are on you all the time... *huffs* I had a harderst time getting away tuttors the teachers *she'll know...*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: mm. *He tests the material again, responding to Jez' glance.* Ms. Arlett and I were discussing the inadequacy of modern ballistic fabrics..

Jez: "I was most fortunate in having an excellent tutor for most of my schooling years." He smiles. "Though I would have preferred public school, I believe, if only for the social aspect."

Jez: Ingvar: He perks with some interest there. "Such as Kevlar, you mean?"

Jez: d10: : 3,9,4,1,9,3,2,

Jez: He notes someone wearing a Giants jacket in the distance there. At this time, there is no further recognition.

Ntwadumela: Mel wanders around, examing a variety of items, not particularly certain what might actually be useful for him when he runs into the group. He doesn't interupt, but he does give Jez a wave.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Ms. Arlett- Mr. Talino as well is a near relative of mine... he posesses a penchant for rather magnifiscent shoes.. *A pale glance down to the young man's feet before his gaze flicks to his eyes, and continues between the two women.* Ms. Brandt.. what precisely is your course of study?

Arlett: *Looks to Ingvar, smiles and nods, then blinks agian, gigling* well.. my Dad always thought it was better to be at school but he got me on very strict tutors when I got expelled

Arlett: *blinks again to ingvar and looks to Jez, giggles again*well I do like the shoes... *blinking* you know a tie to match would make it look better *and nop, she is not teasing*

Jez: A wave? A momentary distraction, and he recognizes the person then and smiles over at Mel.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "My mother and brothers instructed me, actually." She spares a glance toward Ingvar, then then back to Arlett & Jez. "I had enough time for socialization with others, when not involved with my studies."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He nods in response to Jez' question.* three pounds per square foot by itself, you see.. ridiculous.

Jez: He turns pink at the mention of the shoes, going nearly the shade, but it has returned his attention to wear it belongs. "I don't wear ties very often, but thank you for the suggestion."

Jez: OOC> *same* sahde that should be

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "I am currently undecided as to a major. I am finding an interest in international studies, though, as well as psychology."

Jez: He muses, "There is Carbon Fiber, and Spectra..."

Arlett: *smiles to Jez, nodding* it'll conbine *amicably, blinking to ingvar* and heavy... I coulnd't even carry one ... can hardly hold by bag sometimes...

Jez: "Pity spider silk can't be woven into clothing," he laughs. "It is stronger than any manmade material, relatively speaking."

Arlett: *blinking to Jez* hum.. silk?...*blinkblink* Spectra *not sure what they got to do with each other.. *

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Spectra being the best.. but still twelve pounds per vest. *He nods slightly to Jez' offering.. then studies Annika's face for a moment as she speaks. Pale eyes flick to her lips for a moment before his attention is pulled back to Jez.*

Ntwadumela: Mel gets a little closer to the group, figuring that whatever they're talking about has to be more interesting than the sales pitches.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Relative to... size? *He glances at Arlett, raising an eyebrow.* You are certain?

Jez: "Spider silk," he says to Arlett. "There is a company, Grado Zero Espace, I believe it's called, who are attempting to actually weave garments with spider silk. I'm uncertain if they managed to do it yet."

Arlett: ((mehg..!! just realised the time and that i should sleep some!! is nearly five in the morning!)) *she keeps looking to them, as then a little pingping flicks on her clock, she blinks, looking at it oddly for a moment, oh!* eh.. I gotta go... left something.. hum.. to cook... kinda *sheepish smile*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks over to Ntwadumela for a moment, eyes calmly appraising. They flick away from him quickly, back to Ingvar, Arlett, and Jez.

Jez: He nods ot Ingvar. "Yes. If woven into a vest, it would be about 30 times stronger than Kevlar.

Jez: He glances over to Mel, another smile.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar bows slightly.* Good evening, Ms. Arlett.. it was a pleasure to see you.. if you will permit me.. *He extracts a slender steel card case from one pocket and offers her a business card.* Do please call when you are available for a consultation, yes?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Logisitically, I would think that would be difficult to accomplish, Mr. Talino."

Arlett: *blinks then to ingvar, and Jez, first ingvar+ Well.. I am not to strong you know? So I can't carry heavy things... so I need to make sure my protection gear is light *makes a little, discrete gesture, so he knows what she means, then peers to JEZ* but that is not that hard to do...

Ntwadumela -> Annika Brandt [PB 5]: If you need his descrip (can't keep up with who plays whom anymore tonight): Mel is a thirtiesh black man of average height. Tall ifyou include the wild hair that sticks out in every direction. He's got a gymnasts build, and has very monochrome tastes. Forest green denim pants, and a long sleave leaf green denim shirt.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She offers Arlett a polite smile. "Good evening, Miss Arlett. It was a pleasure meeting you."

Arlett: oh! *taking the card with a nod* sure Mister urgahald *peering at it, for a loong moment, memorizing as she does with all the phones numbers now*

Annika Brandt [PB 5] -> Ntwadumela: ((I know it, but thanks. *S* Me = Ravyn.))

Arlett: *and a smile to Annika* same Miss Brandt, i really wish you the best at your studies *smiling the to Jez* and nice to meet you too

Ntwadumela: At the glance, Mel winks at Jez. "Small world, huh?"

Jez: Annika: "I don't think so," he muses. "It used to be done, you know, for fishing nets and such. Though that art is long lost today, the company in question is attempting to create the machines to duplicate the process."

Jez: "It was good to meet you, Ms. Arlett." He smiles. "Mel, may I introduce Mr. Urgahaldt and Ms. Brandt?" Pity he doesn't know Mel's surname.

Ntwadumela: "Ntwadumela in full, but that's a bit of a mouthful." Mel offers his hand as he's introduced. No, no surname offered.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *His eyebrows lift for a moment as he considers Jez' revelation. Impressive, really..*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She doesn't take Mel's hand, merely nodding to him with a slight incline of a pale-haired head, posture straight as ever. "Hello."

Arlett: *nods to JEz and Annika and Jez's new fried, then do fetch a pen, once she is sure she memoriced Ingvar's phone and dotes her phone behind, handing it over* I don't keep numbers with me... I am sure you can figure out why Mister IRgahaldt.. but there is mine, unless the world is ending I generally pick up quickly *smiles innocently*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Ingvar shakes the man's hand with a grip too precisely correct to be sincere.. the cords at the back of his hands hinting at hidden power.* ((need DD?))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Machines, I imagine, will be a poor substitute. They usually are."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He takes the slip of paper with a rueful nod.*

Arlett: *smiles, a last time, and waves to the group then slips away* (night!!! =) and thanko))

Jez: "Perhaps," he responds to Annika. "I should really look into whether or not that company ever succeeded."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ntwadumela.. *His pronunciation, though flavored with a faint east european accent, is perfect.*

Jez: Ingvar: "Mr. Ntwadumela is an associate of Mr. Justice's brother, Nathaniel," he informs him.

Ntwadumela: Sincere grip? Maybe a diplomatic one. He matches it as precisely as possible. (Nah, I've seen it, even if this is the characters first time)

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *One eyebrow quirks slightly as he considers Mel more closely.* A relation, sir?

Ntwadumela: "In a roundabout, convoluted way... distantly."

Ntwadumela: At Jez's formal introductions, and the manner of Mr. Urgahaldt, he has the sudden urge to stand up straight and behave himself. The first is easy enough, maybe he'll manage the latter. Time will tell.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She raises a pale brow, hands folding demurely in front of her lap as she listens to the men talk. She has a genteel manner to her...the proud tilt of her chin, perhaps, as she regards the three, a hint of glances at Mel, more attention paid to Ingvar and Jez, in that order.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He nods slightly, his eyes passing across the mans form before flicking back to Jez for a moment.* Will you be staying for long?

Novalee Van Zandt: She doesn't even know really why she was at a gun show perhaps curiosity, perhaps knowledge, whatever the reason she is here.

((DD))Tell her she is beautiful and she knows you are yanking her chain. If the Viking myths are indeed true, she most assuredly looks the part of a Valkyrie. Her height not withstanding at a little over six feet tall, with blond hair that has been cut short, shaved on the back of her head, falling to her shoulders in front, a backwards layered cut which suits her well. She would be beautiful if not for the scars all over her body and face, which make her look if not a little intimidating. Preferring to wear jeans, steel toed boots, and t-shirts, with her leather jacket, lending to her intimidating looks, and giving her the air of a Valkyrie in the modern day.


Ntwadumela: Mel answers the statement uttered as he arrived, not wanting to completely break the conversation. "Machines aren't meant to match human quality, but to reach superhuman quantity and subhuman cost."

Jez: He stands quietly there, nothing to add verbally at the moment.

Jez: ((And I was trying, but I simply cannot stay awake any longer.)) He clears his throat politely. "If you will excuse me, Mr. Urgahaldt, I should get home before traffic becomes a snarl as morning approaches. Mr. Ntwadumela, Ms. Brandt, a pleasure to see you both again."

Novalee Van Zandt: She wanders through the booths. Grey eyes looking over this or that item that is there. Seeming as much interested in things as one would window shoping. Hands in her pockets of her jeans.

Ntwadumela: Mister Ntwadumela? Oh, that sounds so strange. Mel refuses to give in to the urge to noogie that phrase out of Jez's head. His hair looks sharp (litterally). Instead, he offers his hand. "The pleasure was mine."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Superhuman qualities I would say, has yet to be proven by machines," she says in response to Mel, with a glance sent his way. "I would quite freely use the term subhuman in many aspects of such."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He nods slightly as the young man makes his farewells.* Good evening, Mr. Talino.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Good day, Mr. Talino." A polite smile sent his way.

Jez: "If you see Mr. Dikastis before I do," he says to Mel with a smile and a shake of his hand, and a fairly firm shake rather than the limpwristed ones he *used* to do, "tell him hello for me and remind him to call."

Ntwadumela: Jez: "Of course. "

Jez: (*hugs* Bye all! Thanks for the scene. *S*))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((Bye, Other Rav! *Grins and hugs*))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: I would agree with you that machinery is the downfall of modern endeavor. There is no room left, or allowance, for a man to put passion into a craft. It is a sad state of affairs.. *He smoothes a lapel of his suit coat.*

Ntwadumela: d10: : 6,10,9,8,6,9,

Novalee Van Zandt: Her eyes pass over people as they seem to just get out of her way sometimes. Yeah big woman and one who look like she means trouble. Eyes pass over the group standing together, as she comes to a stop at a booth nearby.

Jez: He heads off to his waiting car.

Ntwadumela: Mel hears pins drop at the moment, much less the giant lady with the scarred up face to whom his eyes are drawn at the moment. Though oddly enough, the first thing he seems to notice is her hands, or at least that they're in her pockets at a show with a lot of weapons.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: Ms. Brandt.. something I had meant to address with you.. *He looks around at the show.* An interesting place for a college student to shop.. there is no trouble, yes?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She smiles to Ingvar, nodding a bit...again, that downward cast of the eyes. "Quite sad indeed, Mr. Urgahaldt. And unfortunate that the reliance ever increases."

Novalee Van Zandt: A shake of her head, blond hair moving slightly about her face as she answers the Sales person's question. Her hand moves from the safety of her pocket, to run through her hair brush it back away from her face.

Ntwadumela: Mel starts to reply to the statement about passion, but doesn't interupt the q & a session. In fact at the question about 'trouble', Mel can't help but glance away. Again, toward the woman with the scars.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "No trouble as of yet, no. My family trained me well in many aspects of life, however, and I found myself intrigued as I passed by." She makes a slight shrug.

Novalee Van Zandt: She moves over to this guys collection of bootknives. She seems to be interested in these.

Novalee Van Zandt: d10: Per+Alert: 1,2,5,7,3,6,

Novalee Van Zandt: She has this feeling of someone watching her and her eyes scan the people about.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He continues to consider the woman before looking back to Mel.* Mr. Ntwadumela.. if you will excuse us? *He cants an eyebrow, nodding in regal deference... but he offers Annika an arm and begins to move away.* A pleasure to meet you sir..

Ntwadumela: Mel nods and steps away deferentially. He probably should have taken Jez's lead anyway. He wanders toward the tall woman... oh, bootknives! That's more his speed.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She nods to Ingvar, slipping a pale hand around the offered arm to accompany him.

Novalee Van Zandt: She catches sight of Mel and her hand moves back into her pocket as her hair falls back over her face like a curtain of sorts. She returns her attention to the knives as the sales guy asks. "Ya interested." Supprisingly she is soft spoken. "No thanks, just looking."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He seems mild mannered- even empty.. the serenity of the sociopath rather than the calm of a monk- nevertheless his arm remains a bit too stiff- the man is certainly not relaxed. Pale, milky eyes slip against the top of Annika's head as he leads her toward the door.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She follows along with Ingvar, her eyes casting briefly to his face, curious, before looking back to the door.

Ntwadumela: Oh, his curiosity is going to get him killed one day, or worse. But he does pretty openly admire(?) some of the marks on her.

Ntwadumela: d10: What are they?: 7,3,7,4,3,

Novalee Van Zandt: A glance to Mel as he looks at her. "Do you have a problem?" still softly spoken mid-western accent.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *The sonerous boil of thunder leaks from him with the waiting violence of a storm.. slipping across the ears in tones impossible to ignore at such a range.* Dodging an issue is not something either of our people are suited for. You have time for discussion?

Ntwadumela: Mel moves his finger on the glas of the case in the patterns he sees, as if redrawing it. "No, just admiring. It's been a while since I've seen.. Sorry, never heard a word for it in English.. scar tattoos?"

Novalee Van Zandt: She looks over to Mel grey eyes taking him in. "I see. Most would not share your admiration for them." still soft spoken.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She looks up at Ingvar a moment, a brow raising curiously. She gives him a faint nod. "Of course, sir," she murmurs.

Ntwadumela: Mel shrugs. "I'm not 'most'. What do they mean?"

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He opens the door for her.. but his unwavering gaze settles on the woman as he guides her out the door.*

Ingvar Urgahaldt -> Annika Brandt [PB 5]: d10: per/emp: 9,6,5,6,4,

Novalee Van Zandt: "Many different things to many different people. They are Holy names." she eyes him, this was where people walked away more often, or if not they they got strange on her and wished to touch them. Yeah she is wary of either responce.

Ntwadumela: Mel hooks his thumbs on his pocket and thinks about that a moment. "For protection, or out of reverence?"

Annika Brandt [PB 5] -> Ingvar Urgahaldt: Intensely curious about this discussion. She still has a residual anger back there behind those blue eyes...Ingvar's wierdness around her intrigues him, and she's still torn by him. Not HIM, but rather something about him. She likes and respects him, but there's a hint of something nagging at her.

 

DOWNTOWN STREETS

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Precisely what is he doing.. does she simply haunt him? A vision of Abbey that calls with blood as well as aspect? As he guides her down the street, moving next to the woman with the ease of old practice.. he considers how similar it is.. to walk next to this creature of poise.. as when he walks next to Abbey.* I believe we have established that for the duration of your stay, I will Ward you, correct?

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *That... did not sound precisely like a question.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She walks along on Ingvar's arm, her footsteps quiet on the pavement as they walk away from the gun show. She casts pale blue eyes around the vicinity as they walk along. She looks up at Ingvar as he speaks, a slight blink at his words. "Nothing has been formalized, unless I am mistaken and such has not reached my ears. However, you have been acting in such a manner since, so I would say that yes, it has been established in intent and action thus far, sir."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((DLP))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She walks along on Ingvar's arm, her footsteps quiet on the pavement as they walk away from the gun show. She casts pale blue eyes around the vicinity as they walk along. She looks up at Ingvar as he speaks, and nods slightly. "Of course, sir."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Streetlights cast a chillingly handsome face in harsh, glowing planes.. its aristocratic composition flavored by something distant, more feral.. a danger from deep woods hiding beneath the skin. He nods slightly as he watches her, then draws his eyes to their viscinity.. careful of their path.* In order for this r- *he pauses* association to work.. we will need a certain brevity between the two of you and myself. I would know what it is that you find so disconcerting where I am concerned, Ms. Brandt.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She nearly pauses for a moment in her walking, the Magyar's words bringing a moment of surprise to his face. But she manages to keep her pace, the only indication of such surprise (outside of her expression) a slight flutter in the even rhythm of her footfalls. "Mr. Urgahaldt...I assure you, there is little that is truly worrying to me about you." She pauses a moment, collecting her words. "Rather...there is a certain level of mystery about you. I must confess, I do not quite understand your reaction toward my sister and myself."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He purses his lips slightly, considering. Finally, his attention returns to her face as he continues to walk, straight and faintly majestic, next to the shorter woman.* Merely a response to my own behaviors, then... *He searches her face with intense, pale eyes.. judging her response.*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: A gracious incline of her head, her eyes not wavering from his own, tilting upward in there sockets to regard him evenly. "I confess, sir, while I find your demeanor around myself and Tanja quite complimentary, I regret that we are in mourning currently for the loss of our father."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He nods slightly.* I see. *This he does not delve too deeply into.. the Judge ill suited for condolences.* It was not my intent to indicate interest beyond that of a Warder.. it damages the required trust, and places... *he considers* luggage.. on any potential request for assistance. *He walks in silence beside her. sinewy bands of muscle loosening slowly. Eventually the boil of thunder rumbles across the pavement again.* The two of you remind me of someone.

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Change "request for assistance" to "communication")) *Body language, his attention.. it would seem to indicate his words were lies.. but to what other tribe does such come so naturally?*

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: She remains calm, walking along beside him when they are in silence...a slight flushing to the pale skin of her face following the information that she was mistaken in her belief of his intentions. "My apologies for misreading your intent, sir." Her eyes turn up to his at the last sentance, head tilting. "I see."

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: d10: Per+Subt: 9,4,2,2,1,

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He cants an eyebrow slightly.* I said it was not my intent to ~demonstrate~ such... not that you were not worthy of such attentions. Madam.. *he clears his throat, coral threatening the slight dusk of his features.* Upon this subject.. you are not also in the city to be courted by an appropriate mate?

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "No, sir." She shakes her head. "My sister and I do not find ourselves her for such a purpose. My eldest brother Victor and my mother have wished us to come to the city to expand our horizons so as to better serve our family, and that is all. Of course, any help we can offer others is also allowed and even encouraged, but as you know, we remain women of our homes. It is not their intention that during our learning period, and our mourning, we should seek courtship."

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *He nods quietly, after listening to the woman.* I will keep this in mind should suitors present themselves.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: "Thank you, sir." She nods graciously, walking further along in silence for a moment. Her stance is calm again, the flush in her cheeks having faded away, eyes ahead, except for brief instances where they scan the vicinity as a woodsman might scan the wild for potential hunters, or moments where they turn upward to the Judge's face.

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((potential PREDATORS. Not hunters. I was close, at least.))

Ingvar Urgahaldt: *Apparently contented with this, Ingvar says little else.. merely escorting the woman on a rather interesting walk around the manhattan viscinity, pointing out useful landmarks, indicating, in a moment of brevity- even a good place to watch people.. the creature seems something of a psychologist himself.. though his education clearly more gritty. Over the rather enjoyable, if quiet time- it becomes slowly apparent that this may very well have been part of the point of the walk..*

Ingvar Urgahaldt: ((Going to have to go to bed man- but thanks for the scene.))

Annika Brandt [PB 5]: ((No prob...thanks for the scene, man. See ya!))