Jarod Freeman: Cool. So, if you didn't note, I've posted in response to your New Arrivals thread. That's where Jarod's at these days. Stays upstairs and well out of the way during club hours, or he's out in the city. When the club's closed, he's downstairs a lot, or around Brigette when Uriel isn't around her. He hasn't said a word to anyone about his opinions about the amount of time Uriel and Brigette are spending together.

ScarletIris: Coolness.

ScarletIris: so when the club opens up, he generally flocks upstairs?

Jarod Freeman: *Nods* Upstairs or out, depending on whether he's willing to tolerate actually being around people or not. :) More often then not, upstairs, though yeah.

ScarletIris: Alrighty then. Tonight when the club opens, if he makes his way to the upstairs lounge, he'll find Brigitte on her usual spot on the bed with Urian sitting dangerously close to her. Whispering something in her ear. She lets out a girlish giggle, seeming amused at whatever the man's saying.

Jarod Freeman: He stops there, and frowns. Should have gone out. He says not a word, just making his way over to the bar to get a drink.

ScarletIris: Brigitte looks up with a soft smile, standing to move over to Jarod. Urian crosses one leg over the other. You could almost swear he's smirking.

Jarod Freeman: He mixes together a strong drink, back to them both. A sip is taken, and he turns around, putting a clove in between his lips. A quick glance goes to Urian, a look that very much says "I will know what your intestines look like some day," before he looks to Brigette and offers a little smile. "Hey."

ScarletIris: Brigitte struts over to Jarod and slips a delicate arm around his waist. "Hey." she murmers. "You've been scarce lately. Is everything alright?" Urian watches with the same smooth smile. He leans back on the bed to put his weight on his elbows with his own look that clearly says "Here I am big boy.."

Jarod Freeman: "Mmm. I'm wonderful, love" he says in a tone that clearly indicates he's not. He takes a drag of his cigarette and slips an arm around Brigette's shoulders before leaning in to kiss her forehead. "Just...peachy."

ScarletIris: She tilts her head with a confused look up to the man. Clearly not getting why he might be upset. Urian simply sits there watching. Kicking his leg absently. After a while he chimes in. "So Jarod.. when did you want to have that talk.. the one you promised me in the club.."

Jarod Freeman: "Hmm?" He looks at Urian with a blink. "Sorry, Urian. Which talk? Forgive me...I'm a bit flakey sometimes. Incompetant, too."

ScarletIris: He cracks a suave smile. "That's quite alright. I've learned to expect such." He sits back up, stretching his long arms. "If you want to be like that.. I can always take my resources elsewhere.." He starts standing up. Brigitte looks up to Jarod with pleading green eyes. She kisses his jaw. Comforting, maybe.

Jarod Freeman: He sighs. "Oh. THAT talk. Well, that one we can do whenever, Urian."

ScarletIris: Urian stands near the bed, looking out the window with a tiny smile. "Why do you feel the need to be so hostile, Jarod? What did I do to offend you?"

Jarod Freeman: "I'm not a trusting sort, Urian. You'll have to forgive me...after being fucked over, threatened, or betrayed by almost every person I've met since I got topside, I tend to be wary of new people who come in a small army. It's a thing."

ScarletIris: He gives a quiet laugh. "Small army? You act like we're an infultration group. I heard you were having problems.. I came. I can't help it that so many have faith in me. I didn't ~ask~ them to come, if that's what you're thinking."

Jarod Freeman: He smirks faintly. "Give us a show of faith, then. Who are you?"

ScarletIris: He casts an amused smile. "I have nothing to hide. You can call me Zaramyhel."

Jarod Freeman: Int+Legacy: d10: : 9,7,2,6,

ScarletIris: (Zaramyhel was a brilliant leader in the crimson legion. A Qingu, and a surprisingly honorable one. Em 4)

Jarod Freeman: He takes a deep breath, and nods a little bit. "All right. Zaramyhel. Now, maybe, we're getting somewhere."

ScarletIris: He casts a charming smile to the man "You can't honestly be offended that I didn't offer that up while we were sitting in a mortal club.. can you, Melioth?"

Jarod Freeman: He smiles a little bit. "You'd be surprised at the things that can offend me." He gives Brigette a quick glance, and then takes his glass to move to the bed to take a seat. "So, then. What exaclty do you know about the situation?"

ScarletIris: "Which situation would that be? The fact that you've the lord of chains sitting on your doorstep or the fact that you've scattered yourselves into being open targets for any and all threats?" Brigitte follows Jarod with a soft smile. Sitting close to the man.

Jarod Freeman: He keeps his eyes on Urian. "Yes."

ScarletIris: He nods, moving to pace in front of the man. "Well.. I'm afraid I don't have much to offer concerning the menacing prescence. It's very likely that you know more than I do. I'm just aware that there ~is~ a problem. As far as the split courts, I've been told that the city is devided nearly in half, making it impossible for you to fight the inherent threat sitting in your city."

Jarod Freeman: He shrugs a little bit. "Divided in half is a bit much, but yes, we're in two groups."

ScarletIris: "And this is the larger of the two? Yourself and.." He looks over to brigitte with a suave smile. "Emma?"

Jarod Freeman: "And more."

ScarletIris: "And this is your base of operations? The sign implied that everyone was welcome here. Where do you handle court business?"