Moody Bleak: There's a practice space; she found it by herself while wandering around one night, bored out of her mind and not wanting to get stoned for no purpose. It wasn't the beach but it would do when it rained or whatever.
Today seemed like a katana day. She started hours ago, quietly, no yelling like the japanese would do. In fact, those in the know would recognize that the way she used the sword wasn't anything similar to the culture that made it.


Martin Starling: *Monsters and demons and loonies, oh my. But Marty's the one that's awake. And making tea and breakfast. At least... reheating. Perhaps the most unlikely breakfast. A cherry iced pop-tart, and green tea. Weird combination.*

Martin Starling: *He frowns, and raises an eyebrow, as he moves towards the practice space itself. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, perhaps. He knows HE isn't practicing. And Briar is out. Hm. He pushes open the door, and he cants his head.* Miss Moody? I thought you left.

Moody Bleak: Breakfast for Moody was... well, it was bunched in the far corner of the practice space. Boxes of fish and rice, and a fair amount of both. Moody would stop for an hour, take a nibble or two, guzzle down a gatorade and start the process all over again.

Moody Bleak: "Dude, I did. I'm still considering the prospect. Sadly there's an emergency to deal with and I don't do things half-assed," she said, the blade nearly invisible as she swung it, then followed through with a spinning roundhouse. "A Royal Spirit... and this Penelope person can't even leave the house..."

Martin Starling: I am going there as soon as I get her permission. I do not do things ... half-assed ... either. I intend to communicate with Miss Roxy as soon as I can catch her as well.

Moody Bleak: "Well. Sounds like you have your shit together. Glad to have helped."
She was in the middle of a swing, but, figuring that practice was over and she's been pushing herself all morning, Moody stopped the movement of the blade with a startling suddeness. She looked around, slightly disoriented, then headed for the fish and rice.


Martin Starling: But... you left, *he says, perhaps pointedly.* After I invited you to stay.* I am confused why you are here.

Moody Bleak: "I'm curious to see how it all plays out dude," she said plainly, nibbling on her fish and rice. "If you want me to go then I'll go. It's ah, not a problem on this end."
She looked at him without so much as a blink. "There's an emergency for one. I have my personal sense of responsibility to like... um... consider. And as The Dude taught me years before: Humor cooleth blood: Wraith spilleth it."


Martin Starling: No, it's not that. You left after I invited you to stay. *He frowns slightly.* As far as I saw it... the refusal was on your end.

Kallista: "I wonder, perhaps, if you know what those words mean." GAAH! How long has she been there? That's the problem with someone with an exceptionally strong Arcane...you just never can tell, can you? She's is a very attractive woman in her mid-twenties, likely of Mid-Easter or Mediterranean extraction. Her black hair is wavy and long, and her complexion is a dusky olive tone. She's wearing leather pants, a vinyl tank top cut off just below her breasts, and sandals with leather straps that go halfway up her calves. She's festooned with rings, necklaces, and pody jewelry. The number "23" is tattooed within a fairly large five-pointed, pentacle type star (minus the circle) on her left shoulder, and a golden apple with "Kallisti" written in Classical greek is inked onto the small of her back. She's more of a force of nature then a person, with something inexplicable about her...a sense of a frenzied, almost savage dynamism.

Moody Bleak: "And... well I guess you're right, I shouldn't be be here. Dude. Sorry for the disturbance."
With that Moody started to gather her things, munching all the while.


Martin Starling: No, *he says with a frown.* I don't... understand. Did you accept and I did not see it?

Moody Bleak: "I'm considering. ell. I was."
She turned to face the strange woman. "Dude. Sometimes I wonder too. Guess I'll wonder like, elsewhere. Hello, goodbye, all that."
She swallowed her food and sheathed her sword.


Kallista: "Leaving so soon?" She smirks, dark eyes locked on Moody, and takes a bite out of the apple she's holding in her hand. "The conversation just started getting interesting."

Martin Starling: The refusal... is entirely on your end, Miss Moody. I believe... you should be aware of that.

Moody Bleak: "Yes."
She shrugged and checked around for her things. "Dude. Did my part. Helped. I'm not exactly a sparkling conversationalist. Or whatever. You want to talk?"


Martin Starling: *He looks back to Kallista, and nods.* Miss Kali. *A moment of greeting, before he looks back to Moody.*

Moody Bleak: She looked over and nodded. "You're right. I refused. Then I came back due to the problem at hand. There is an emergency and due to the nature of it... um... I can't walk away from it. I have to see through it to the end. Plus I don't know anybody here really... my options are like, limited."
She scratched the back of her neck. "So. Dude. Sorry about the bother, I apologize for the mess. I'll take my leave and call it a lesson."


Kallista: She rolls her eyes. "You're entirely too sensitive, you know that? I haven't heard you even be insulted yet." She cruches another bite of apple and tilts her head, gaze flitting between Moody and Marty. Marty gets a little grin and a nod.

Martin Starling: Contact can be kept, however, Miss Moody. Please feel free to enter how you would, but please, keep it to the main room. You do not have to leave.

Kallista: "Usually, it takes people at least five minutes to be insulted while in my presence," she remarks, to no one really but herself. "Or frightened."

Moody Bleak: She chuckled and looked at them both with respect; after all, they lived here and she didn't.
"Hmmm."
She looked at them both.


Martin Starling: *He looks back to Kallista.* You too, hmm?

Kallista: She nods to Marty. "Yes. Rather handy at times, though." She looks back over at Moody, raising a dark eyebrow, as if questioning.

Moody Bleak: "Dude. If either of you knew what my life was like before I work up you'd realize I'm not scared by much. That's not an invitation to try either," she said, walking to the main room as per orders.

Martin Starling: *He follows as well, closing the practice door.* I will clean up in a bit. But I believe priorities are in order. *He blinks at Moody's words. And he looks away from her, simply walking out to the main room.*

Kallista: She watches Moody head out and down the stairs, looking to Marty and murmuring quietly. "You note she said nothing about how easily she got insulted." A little grin, and she follows along, throwing her head back to get some hair out of her face as they move down the stairs.

Moody Bleak: "What do you want me to say? Dude, did you expect to get, like, yelled at? I accept it and move on. Like I'm doing now."
She dumped the boxes in a wastebasket and turned.


Kallista: ((*AHEM* Note that she waited until Moody was out of the room, and then murmured quietly.))

Moody Bleak: ((sorry. fucked up again))

Moody Bleak: She dumped the boxes in a wastebasket

Moody Bleak: ((better?))

Martin Starling: No, *he says calmly.* No yelling. I know better. However, I do not know if you were expecting the same from me.

Moody Bleak: "I don't know what I was expecting. Life is like that. Chalk it up to experience, put it in the files, if you follow me."
She kept moving.


Kallista: ((S'all good. Just clarifying. :) ))

Moody Bleak: ((right))

Kallista: She tosses the apple core in after the boxes and folds her arms over her chest. "So what now then, Moody? What's the plan?"

Martin Starling: *He sits down as soon as he is in the main room, in his seat.* I do not yell, Miss Moody.

Moody Bleak: She looked over at the strange woman, looked her up and down. "Dude. Why do you care? I don't like, even know you..."
She reached into her pocket and tossed Marty the scope. "Dude. Kept it. It's yours to puzzle over. You've got like, books and shit. And ah... there's the other dude with the box."


Martin Starling: *He frowns as he catches it, and he peers it over.* I will find him. As it is... if someone is after these, they would be best kept in a secure location like this Chantry.

Moody Bleak: "Might want to contact the dude with the box then," she said, nodding once. "Um... what else... I think that's about it then. If I have a vision I'll ah... let you know, naturally."

Kallista: She raises her eyebrow and chuckles. "Dude. Like, chill." She flashes Moody a 'Hang Ten' hand symbol, and heads over to the kitchen. Perhaps the apple wasn't enough. "I just asked a question. Why did you get so defensive over it?"

Moody Bleak: Moody looked her over again. "Again I ask: Dude, why do you care? Why do I interest you this much? Marty's probably told you all you like, wanted to know."
She scratched her chin. "If you must know... well, I'll live in the van and go where I'm needed. This place... this ah, city... kinda needs it."


Martin Starling: The City is broken, *he agrees.* But we will not fix it by remaining separate, as Briar has pointed out in far more vicious words. And there are ... proirities we must attain to.

Kallista: She shrugs. "Marty's told me nothing about you, Moody."

Moody Bleak: "Dude. No idea on your priorities. The only thing that I'm, like, aware of... is that there's some ugly-assed evil stomping around, that has to be stopped. There's a buncha freaks after some Spirit Baby, and to top it all off the Techs kicked everybody in the collective nuts. This if this town was a movie, it would be Gummo. I have to do something about it."
She turned to the woman again. "Okay. Well, what do you want to know? bani Cultist."


Kallista: "You already told me what I needed to know." She shrugs a little bit.

Moody Bleak: "Okay. That settles that."
Sounded like a higher-up. Didn't sound impressed. Oh well, can't please everybody.

Martin Starling: *He looks back to Moody.* Then you only know half the story.

Moody Bleak: "Would you like to tell me the other half?"
She put her hands in her pockets and waited, expecting a no. The bamboo sword banged against her back gently as she turned.


Kallista: She stays quiet, pulling a knife out of the chopping block and getting a loaf of Italian bread out. She slices out a piece in the middle and starts pulling pieces off to eat, watching and listening.

Kallista: ((brb))

Martin Starling: It does not matter at this point, and would be a waste of time. We are looking forward, Ms. Bleak. Let's... consider that. What is going on now. The Techocratic attack was an example of what can happen when we are not informed, and not in control of our own forces. I believe... what happened with the Trial, set enough of an example. We will move forward. As it is... I will keep you informed on what happens when I speak with Miss Penelope, and those under Miss Roxy's supervision. You may stay in a room, should you like, as I would suggest you do for security reasons.

Moody Bleak: She laughed at that one. It was a happy, joyful, soulful laugh that bit down to the bone. "Dude. As a diddler of Time... the past is just as important as the present and the future. If you ignore one... well, you don't have a complete picture, as you said. And ah... who knows? Something you might have said like, five years ago could have relevance five years from now. Dude. Seriously. I may be a bit of a space cadet," she said, packing her one hitter, "but I do the Time Warp well. Not too shabby in the Mind department either, ironically."
She shrugged at the mention of the Trial. "I wasn't like, here for that. Suckage that there had to ah... be one. Outside isn't so bad really, except for the vampires."


Martin Starling: *His eyes widen.* You are skilled in the arts of the mind? Could you teach me?

Moody Bleak: "Dude. Aren't you in charge? You should like, I dunno... be hella skilled."
She sat down and pulled a hit off of her pipe. "It's not like I can build a mind from, like, scratch or anything. I can dreamwalk, I can... well telepathy is pretty simple. Hallucinations. It goes on, depending on how like, creative you are."


Martin Starling: It is simplicity that works best, and countring magic is the best offense. The mind, itself, I am protected against, and I can do simple commands, but I cannot dig into someone's mind. And THIS, I need to be able to do. *He pauses.* I shall go call Miss Sha Sha and see what progress she has made on contacting her friend. Think on this, Miss Moody? And I shall see you.

Moody Bleak: "You mean dick around and pull memories out? Dude, that's easy enough."
She got up and shrugged. "I can teach you sure, if you really want me around and shit. I think you know as much as I do though, maybe."
Hungry again, Moody headed toward the door.