The man looks thoughful, his eyes becoming lines; "Ah, yes. I have some and some magnesium grenades too. Very nice, very reasonable."
Danny Does Axe for one favor, if he decides to go 'shopping'. A handgun. Nothing too fancy/ridiculously large/powerful. (AKA- no 'Dirty Harry' castoffs) But after his last adventure in Canada, Danny has become aware of two things. 1-He is way underpowered compared to a lot of 'bad guys' and 2- the 'clued' bad guys they run into tend to forget about the non-clued human basics, like guns. :D
Oh, and he explains to Axe what little he knows about messing with necromancy and how bad it is. No matter how innocent one's methods (and Henri's aren't) bringing back the dead is B.A.D. (Unfortunately, Danny is no wizard, and can't explain WHY. He just knows it is.) ;)
Danny walks up to the table with a pint of cider.
"Hey, there you are." He says in English. If he heard and understood Duana's comment, he gives no indication. He slides into a chair.
"Alright. I won't waste your time. You know what I know. Henri is apparently behind everything. Stirring up the ghouls to stir up the Vamps, and even playing Winter. All to get his hand on this box. He needs it to bring back his dead wife. All we need is for him to lead us to it. To do that, we need bait. And yes,... I have a plan." Danny manages NOT to smile.
"Now I am certain that each one of you Summer children is mad," Duana says and slides the pint out from under her face. "That you would mask my beautiful body in illusions, and for what purpose? To appease an even madder wizard? Are you so confident in the superior of your magics to his, he who is attempting this ritual to restore life to the dead that he would not recognize your illusions?
"Absolutely not," Duana says and shakes her head. "The vampires keep thralls. They are disposable. When we negotiate with this villain tonight, I will bring your concerns to him. I am certain he will react more favorably to us now, bringing him this information you are so eager to divulge to us," Duana cracks a cruel smile at this, her lips still oddly sensual. "If there is one fault the demons have, it is their excessive pride," she purrs and chuckles softly. "Insinuating that he has been the errand boy of such a pathetic mortal will surely infuriate him, and perhaps he may even lend his support to the cause."
ok; 5 magnesium grenades then with pulls and tension wind up timers.
At the sporting good store, i get 4 water bags that come on ropes; usually leather and flexible and some duck tape and a new lighter and 5 cans of sterno and some heavy bandages and disenfectant, a rain poncho, some water ballones and a buttpack. Put stuff in puttpack; and carry water bags.
at hardware store, get box of 2" steel staples; the kind you use a hammer to put in;
Go to an old church and fill the water bags with holy water.
go home and chop a bunch of garlic to paste with some olive oil and use my extruder or just a cake decorating nipple and a plastic bag; and fill about 10 water ballons. Twist two stables together to make a steel caltrop that looks bit like a large jack. Lay those on a bath towel and roll them up; tie it to bottom of buttpack with the quck release straps.
Put my buttpack in the duffle bag with my armor, wear my sword and overcoat.
Say a prayer and
go meet Danny at appointed time and place.
** spoiler omitted **
Danny stares at Duana. He blinks.
He turns his head to Gabriel, as if asking for help. Finding none immediately forthcoming, he turns back to Duana. He opens his mouth, but no sound comes out. He puts his head on the table. Hard.
"Your gonna go and negotiate. With another Vamp. And you call ME crazy?" He says into the woodwork. He raises his head and takes a long pull at his cider.
"Hey, you obviously have a lot more confidence in your 'natural charms' than I do mine. I prefer to avoid talking to vamps more than I have to. Keeps them from getting ideas about their menu." Danny says with a straight face.
"Although, you are right about their egos. That worked really well on his lieutenant." Danny adds grudgingly. His lips curl up slightly at the memory. "Heh. Yeah. When your right, your right."
Danny sighs. "Hey, if you wanna go and talk to this Lawrence, be my guest. I hope your right and he offers to help, and just hands you the box when it's over. But, Again, his Ego. Don't count on it."
"I guess Axe and I will go and set the stage for an old-fashioned ambush. While I AM confident that my skills could pass you two off as innocent youths, I'm pretty sure that a pure illusion he would see through. He tried to use some kind of mental whammy on me while we were talking. I've heard from other Wizards that sort of thing is strictly forbidden. So obviously, Henri isn't worried about the rules."
Danny suddenly stops. "So, maybe we shouldn't be either." He grins.
"Heh. I have a better idea. If you can convince Lawrence to play along, or at least cooperate, great. But even if he doesn't,..."
"Why bother fighting Henri at all? We KNOW where he's going to be at 5am. Which means we know where he is NOT going to be. His gallery. Where he was so keen to make sure that we did not attract attention to. He supposedly has good security, but I think I have his key."
"So, you meet with 'Lord' Lawrence, then we get back together and get the box from Henri. One way or another. Agreed?"
"You might wish to consider who it is you are running your mouth at next, Summer child," Duana growls and rises. "When next you choose to meet at a pub, consider ordering a man's drink, and mind your betters."
A placid smile on her fake mortal face, Duana's eyes stare intently into Danny's. "It is not wise to show your hand to an adversary, Summer. If we meet again, it will be upon my terms."
Danny spreads his hands. It seems he doesn't know whether to be insulted, afraid or confused or amused.
"What? Adversary?!?" He asks, bewildered. He also stands.
"It seems the stereotype of the short-memoried fae is true. Allow me to remind you. I'M, ON, YOUR, SIDE. You don't have to like it. I spend half of my time wishing it weren't true. But it is."
Danny's voice is calm, but his eyes are wide. Even Axe, who has seen him while dealing with some fairly hairy stuff, has never seen him like this. So, intense. Something has set him off. It is possible he is simply over tired and cranky, or (more likely) Duana has stepped on some long hidden, over-sensitive nerve.
Danny stares at Duana. He tries to come across as confident and unafraid, but he is obviously, well, nervous.
"Why don't you enlighten me princess? Just WHO are you? You act like a spoiled little rich kid, but display those scars like a warrior's trophy. You insult the vamp's egos, but display a vanity that would make Narcissus blush. Others offer to help, and you insult them without actually bother to consider whether or not they might be of assistance."
"Oh, and Just because you might be able to, and would probably enjoy, kicking my can up and down this bar does NOT make you my better! I thought I was trying to help an ally."
Danny looks like he wants to say more, but deflates a little. His intensity is gone, but so is his fear. He addresses Gabriel.
"My offer still stands. If you want my help, you know how to contact me. Us."
He picks up his pint.
"Oh. And by the way. More alcohol per pint, and doesn't taste like camel pee." He says with a shade of his usual smirk.
"You continue to display your gross inability to understand anything related to the court into which you were placed," Duana replies coolly, "and willful ignorance that for every plan you believe to be without fault, I find several. Specifically your conceit in your magical abilities, which is quite weak when you yourself have indicated that the magician you intend to duel with is capable of pushing your mind!"
Duana releases a laugh when Danny defends his drink. "And that proves that you have spent far too much time among mortal women, and have begun to adopt their practices. One wonders why you favor the extremely large man beside you." she quips and laughs again.
"I've no need to assault you, Summer Child, you are doing quite well at making yourself appear the fool without my assistance."
[ooc] hehe I am starting to feel like I am Thomas without the suave and Danny is Harry without the firepower hehe as everyone treats us like pariahs [ooc]
[ooc]I am a bit confused by the timeline, am I at this meeting or no [ooc]
Yes, you are the oriental man was just a minor side mission in the after noon, as you stated that was what you are doing.
All: Time is Late Evening - any problems let me know in ooc thread.
btw its a / in the last box [/ooc] to make it blue.
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Danno, we dont gotta take this from this pinhead; I seen her type; all talk but when bad guy rear their ugly heads; their more concerned about their makeup and if their shoes match. Her attitude stinks; and I doubt she could pull off your plan. We need some team players here; not soapbox drama queens, this is serious, peoples lives are at stake
[ooc] unconciously whispering a poem from the Illiad, eyes Duanna warily to see if like a frog; she jumps.[ooc]
if you have good hearing and speak Greek or who knows; maybe it is in English as it is unconcious from his childhood as he was taught the Illiad from birth.
For my mother Thetis the goddess of silver feet tells me
I carry two sorts of destiny toward the day of my death. Either,
if I stay here and fight beside the city of the Trojans,
my return home is gone, but my glory shall be everlasting;
but if I return home to the beloved land of my fathers,
the excellence of my glory is gone, but there will be a long life
left for me, and my end in death will not come to me quickly
"Simpleton," Duana dismisses easily with a wave. "No cosmetic can improve upon perfection."
A sly smile tugs at her lips. "Your faith in the Summer child will bury you. When this charade has run its course, not even my hound will be able to find your scent. Know that your undoing is of your own creation, and none of mine."
DUANA: (And all)
"You continue to display your gross inability to understand anything related to the court into which you were placed," Duana replies coolly, "and willful ignorance that for every plan you believe to be without fault, I find several. Specifically your conceit in your magical abilities, which is quite weak when you yourself have indicated that the magician you intend to duel with is capable of pushing your mind!"
"I'd LOVE to understand the court, believe me! It would help if they actually made sense once in a while. You know, instead of just insulting everyone willy-nilly. Or using that infernal triple-speak that would give a lawyer a migraine. Have you ever actually tried, you know, TALKING to people? Have you heard the mortal saying, 'You catch more flies with honey than vinegar'?"
"And I NEVER said I thought my plan was foulproof. Far from it. I said it would WORK. The mind-pushing's no big deal. I do it all the time with just words. And yeah, I'm a little conceited when it comes to my abilities. But that's still a pale shadow of YOUR ego princess." He says without malice.
Duana releases a laugh when Danny defends his drink. "And that proves that you have spent far too much time among mortal women, and have begun to adopt their practices. One wonders why you favor the extremely large man beside you." she quips and laughs again.
"And YOU have spent far too much time among mortal men if you REALLY think that beer tastes good." Danny laughs back, then adopts the mannerisms of an over-the-top flaming queen. "But don't be jealous honey. I'll share." He purrs, then laughs again, dropping the act.
"I've no need to assault you, Summer Child, you are doing quite well at making yourself appear the fool without my assistance."
"Thanks, but I've had to work hard at it. How do YOU do it so easily?" Danny quips back with a grin. Although a fleeting look of relief does cross his features. For a moment there Danny was afraid that Duana might take his heinie-kicking comment as an invitation.
The reason for Danny's lack of fear and 'brave' face-off with Duana becomes suddenly clear. He's having fun.
It's obviously not about the winning or losing with Danny, (He's not trying to convince Duana of anything anymore) he just loves the banter. From the moment he stood up to face Duana, his comments have all been as if bantering with an old friend. And his nervousness has passed until he is relaxed, as if with people you know. And trust. Even if they DO drive you crazy.
Danny's brows furrow slightly, as if realizing that, meant as friendly jest or not, Duana's ego might not be able to let that last one slide easily. He raises his hands in a gesture of surrender.
"Alright, hold it, peace. Time out. You win." He says.
"Look. I'll admit, your older than me. You've seen a LOT more than I have. 'Although I'm not betting against Axe here on that' he adds sotto voice, jerking a thumb at the warrior.
"And you've been around the block more than once or twice. I get that. But being with men and being able to manipulate them isn't the same as knowing them. I've lived here all my life. I know people. I can help you. IF you'll let me." he offers.
Danny shrugs his shoulders. "And if you won't, you won't. No harm to me. But the offer stands. I'm willing to help you get the box back. Because whatEVER it is, I do NOT want some maniacal necromancer mucking around with it. That can only be 12 kinds of 'Bad'." He says with an unfeigned shudder.
"So. What'll it be? Do you accept our help?" Danny asks politely. (Carefully not saying 'WANT our help?'!)
But the irrepressible Danny cannot resist one last quip.
"I mean, Come on, Axe is all dolled up and ready to blow stuff up. And I reeely hate to disappoint him. And I can vouch that he throws one mean fireworks show." He adds cheerfully, a faint smile on his face at some not-to-distant memory.
Is cool. I'm just playing my ice lady b*tch princess the way I've seen em portrayed in the books. As the only person in the game who has any idea what is in the box, Duana's holding that very close. Lucky me Gabriel is just an automoton and doesn't bother piping up with stuff he should know in game and spoil all of her plans.
"Curious, you said the same about your last plan as well, which was... remind me again?" she looks to Gabriel with a faint hint of amusement in her voice and taps her lips. "Oh, of course, to turn the female Becca against Henri and retrieve the box from her. Which was this morning. And now this." Duana vents a mirthless laugh.
"Therein lies the difference between you and I, Summer child," she continues in the language of the courts, "I have accepted who and what I am, and do not for one moment enjoy pretending to be one of these pathetic creatures."
She continues in English for the warrior's benefit. "And ordinance in a university town? Why do we not simply broadcast terrorist threats on the telly before we meet this cretin and increase our publicity more?"
Duana sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. "I am going to see this vampire, and hopefully some very lovely women in the nude. I will consider if your vision of how events may turn will be of any strategic benefit to myself and my Lady, and have Gabriel contact you in that event," she says with an air of her words drawing a conclusion to the matter.
Duana
Cool. Just like to make sure. Seen too many things spiral out of control over simple misunderstandings. :) Looks like we're on the same page! :D[/ooc]
"That plan would have worked too,.." Danny mumbles into his drink.
Danny starts slightly as she speaks in the language of the courts.
'Must be nice to know who you are. I'd like to accept who, or even what, I am. But first I have to find out! Ah well, soon,...'
Danny snaps out of it in time to hear Duana's final comments. He smiles politely.
"Great. Sounds like a plan. Have a good time. Let me know if the show's any good." He says with all sincerity.
As the Winter's turn to leave, and the large hound gets up from where he has been silently lounging under the table, Danny offers Gelert a bite from his plate of untouched appetizer.
"You be careful boy. Alright?" He murmurs softly to the dog.
He watches the trio leave with a bemused expression on his face. He continues to look after the door has shut behind them.
"I do NOT understand fae." He says aloud to Aximeus.
Winter Group
As they walk down the chill streets, the couple and their 'dog' see other revellers. The youth are not concerned about the upcoming week, university studies or the frigid weather. In their masses displaying an inordinate amount of flesh, they drink and stagger through the streets from one establishment to another rapidly becoming more inebriated. One group of lads are wearing nothing but grass shirts, whilst one of their number hits a ukelele badly. Chunky lasses, with mini-skirts and low-cut tops wear sashes that proclaim them a 'Hen Party', one of the girls points at 'the cute doggie'.
Duana, Gabriel and Gelert move towards their appointment, the 'Gentlemens' Establishment'. They approach the glass doors with the name etched upon them, inside stairs lead up to a double doors. The facade reeks of luxury and beauty, though in modern glass & steel appearance.
There are no windows to look into the building, all opening are either blacked out or replaced with stylish sash-blinds. In front of the building two men stand wearing black suits, one an older man wears no jacket the sleeveless shirt showing muscled and tattooed arms. The style and pattern are faded, not like the modern fashions. His head shaved bald and the lack of an ear reinforce the bad-arse look.
To Gabriel he see the way the man stands as a warriors challenge someone who is comfortable with his strength and skills. The slight movement and appearance make you realise he isn't a 'norm'.
Gelert can smell the man a mile off, a hunter, a wolf. But unlike him, he smells the old blood on him from numerous fights. He can also taste the faintest tang of weakness, the fading strength of the years and the bitterness that he knows he has to hold on to it.
Duana recognises him as G leader of the Wolves.
G says with a slow growl; "Can I help you love? Ain't heard from Andy, you dispose of him?" He looks slowly at Gabriel and Gelert his nose wrinkling.
Danny & Aximeus
Dannys' disposible cell-phone rings, as he answers it a womans voice says. "Who are you? Why you warning me away from My Lord and the d*ck-head. What's going on tell us or I'll bloody rip your throat out." The voice is female with Geordie accent giving it a lyrical but dangerous quality.
"He was sated when I left his bed, after a time, rational, and hale when he left me this morning," Duana answers the alpha. She smiles and hazards a glance at Gelert, and then Gabriel. "I have no compulsion to restrain my male company."
Duana looks passed the elder werewolf and gestures towards the building with a nod. "I have a healthy desire to be introduced your clients."
Gabriel, Gelert & Duana
"Well, pet, if you fancy a real man not a pup. You know where I am! I see you've got another one though, he going to be giving us a bit of dance later."
He gives a sly grin, looking appraisingly at Gabriel like a gunfighter or circling animal. The tall man next to him slowly shakes his head taking half a step back, used to G's provocative ways.
Danny huffs a small laugh to himself as he replays the last few moments over in his mind.
"Heh. 'Why don't you just broadcast terrorist threats on the telly?' " Danny does in a passable falsetto of Duana's vocal mannerisms. Danny starts to take another swig of his cider, then pauses halfway to his mouth. Slowly, an almost evil grin cracks until it threatens to split his face.
"Axe, I think we'll need to find a payphone. Or a police box."
Dannys' disposible cell-phone rings, as he answers it a womans voice says. "Who are you? Why you warning me away from My Lord and the d*ck-head. What's going on tell us or I'll bloody rip your throat out." The voice is female with Geordie accent giving it a lyrical but dangerous quality.
Danny swiftly slaps his hand over the phone. His mouth in a large 'O' of surprise. He looks plaintively at Axe. The look of absolute panic on his face would be cartoonish, if it weren't entirely real.
"Oh,... crud. And I think I just found the first flaw in my otherwise brilliant plan!" He hisses almost silently to Aximeus.
Danny takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly. When he brings the phone back to his ear he is cool, calm and collected.
Duana licks her lips and steps up to the Alpha, rolling her hips in a manner she had not when she entered, showing a concise control of every movement of her body. Had she less restraint, she might have dropped the human guise as well, but she knew that G could place that easily. Instead she stops in front of him and rises on the toes of her expensive pumps and takes his scent as an animal would, parting her lips slightly to roll it on the tip of her tongue. Her hands stay centered just above his belly but do not touch.
"I am not prey," she whispers, and then pulls back, and looks to Gabriel. "My associate is well versed in minding his manners, though not from me," she assures G. "He will offer no resistance unless I am harmed. But that would scarcely be advantageous to this business, would it?"
Gabriel, Gelert & Duana
'G' looks at Gabriel, absent-mindedly scratching the stump of his ear. "So you like to give 'er a bit of lip." He says with a wink. The other man relaxes, seeing that G has recinded the agressive stance. "Well, you seem like you have money. Do you want to go to the VIP area, £80 extra, each. And alot more private. I am sure you and the lady would like that."
He looks down at Gelert, intensely, sensing that they are both not natural creatures. G inclines his head slightly in a show of respect but not subserviance. The tall man taps him on the shoulder, G flexes his muscles pulling them taught across his shoulders.
"The black hound can enter too, my decision." G says to the doubtful other bouncer.
"and that Flaw would be? Look, if you are all done with your social; can we get on with it, sheesh; vamps; ghouls; all bad; what is the problem?"
Aximeus & Danny
Winter
The taller bouncer opens the door for you; ”Up the stairs, on the left. Coat check is just here.”
As you walk up the grand wide staircase, lined in a heavy duty crimson carpet, the atmosphere is almost tangible. The walls reverberate with a dull pulsing sound of the music, a primal beat. The stairs turn back on themselves; opening up to reveal the main floor. Centrally there is a cat-walk of a stage, with a 20 foot steel pole the rises to the high vaulted ceiling like a tower. The air is warm and a gentle scent of expensive perfume floats across the room. The walls are pale and covered in stunningly shot photographs, both women and men, mostly in black and white. There are landscapes that have to be even crisper to be noticed. The pictures framed between buttresses of this clearly old building, renovated to modern standards and tastes.
Against the entire length of the far wall is a bar, a couple of suited men tending it. Around the stage set back are tables, mostly empty, though a few have watchers enrapt by the woman dancing on the stage. A couple of women clad in very little move from table to table talking to the people there.
To the left is a balcony section, this is apparently the VIP area. With a better view of the stage and deep soft chairs, the area is secluded amidst a low darkness. It has frosted windows that give a view of the river and the ancient cathedral in the background.
The dancer on the stage swings herself around wildly with abandon, each motion seeming natural precision and perfectly in synchronisation with the pulsing beat. She exudes an aura of innocence and joy. Her white lingerie glows neon under the dark and moody lighting, stark and eye-catching against her tanned skin.
After sitting down , a few minutes later the show ends. The tempo of the music changes subtly as a new track is played. The dancer from the pole comes over to your table, she has put on more lacy lingerie, rather than cover her they emphasise her beauty. Walking across the floor her movements unconsciously displaying her voluptuous figure, the dancer has a natural peace to her as intoxicating as her body.
She leans forward slightly, a light voice rings out. ”<3 Hi, my name’s Bunny <3 Can I get you a drink or a dance?”
"Bunny? How darling," Duana purrs. "A bottle of your finest whiskey, and three tumblers, please."
For his part, Gelert tracks the movements of each Wolf in turn, his ears swiveled forwards and eyes watching them carefully, tail barely moving but hackles lowered. He is ready to defend himself from the Feral ones if need be, but his Mistress seemed calm and complacent about them so he assumed that they meant no real harm...as of yet.
Trying to appear more friendly, Gelert could not resist trotting over and sniffing up, around and down each of them that lets him, before trotting back to Duana and planting his heavy mass down at her feet to watch the events go by. He licks his nose once and chuffs up at Duana, but she barely seems to be paying attention to him.
In Dog speech, if anyone can understand him: I leave for a couple hours and the Mistress makes packmates with Wolves. I do not understand the ways of Two-legs, Fey-blooded or otherwise.
He watches the female with a more interested eye, ears swiveled forwards and tail thumping the ground gently, cocking his head slightly to the side each time they make eye contact. She at least smelled nice.
Gabriel rolls his eyes as he passes the bouncer his fingers idly tapping the hilt of his sword. When would people learn to respect him? Maybe it was because he still looked like some college boy fresh off winter break....Damn.
Gabriel looks around the place and shakes his head when the coat check attendee offers to take his coat but he does help Duana take off hers if she wishes.
Gabriel looks at the dancer but then slides his view over to take in the rest of the place more looking at the apparent security and then begins to search for the more troublesome "hidden"security.
"Who was the bouncer, he seemed to know you." He says as the dancer moves off with Duana's order.
"We have seen each other nude," Duana replies in the language of the courts. "The girl as well. Simple, but quite lovely. If it please you, I will purchase her charms for a dance."
Gelert's tail twitches more heavily as the girl scratches behind his ears and he notes to himself in Dog Speech, "You, you are ok in my books." he even reached out a little to sniff her nose a little then settles back down with a happier sounding chuff and he wags his tail, more at ease. At least one of these Wolves didn't smell so feral.
"It would please me if we could get our business done here. And no thank you I don't need a dance, this place is too open, too many hidden cameras, no way to account for everything. I suppose I could try willing them shut down if needed but still..." he trails off looking decidedly uncomfortable.
"I do not believe that we will be harassed here" Duana replies with a note of amusement. "However, if you feel as though you are ill used, you might convince me to join the Summer Child on his mad adventure. Live ordinance within the city limits?" Duana purrs. "No amount of police involvement could keep me from enjoying that spectacular display."
Duana, noting the display between the creature Bunny and Gelert, lets her gloved fingertips play across his crown, then slide down his nose in a bit of a tease.
Winter
Bunny virtually bounces back to the table, after going to get the drinks (though they remain level). "Here, I brought you some Jack and a bottle of coke if you need it. 'Cause you're American, right? That was a strange language you were speaking, Californian?" she says bubbly.
She places down on the floor a bowl of minced beef for Gelert, and sits down next to Duana. "How are you 2 today?"
Gelert's ears go straight up as he smellsthe beef and he stands slowly and trots over to the bowl, tail wagging insistantly as he licks Bunny's hand once then sits down and begins chowing down voraciously, as if he had undergone a month long famine. He licks his chops eveyr few bites, savoring the meat and his tail thumping heavily into whatever is directly behind him.
Duana's eyes grow as wide as saucers when Bunny returns with Jack Daniels and a bottle of Coke. Her lips bend around the word what several times, but she appears incapable of speech for quite some moments, just staring at the simple woman. She places a hand on Gabriel's thigh for comfort, likely the first time she has ever done so, and counts the moments between breaths before speaking again.
"My thanks for your hospitality," Duana begins carefully, shifting her gaze to the bottle of cough syrup the dim witted dancer had brought them, and keeping them there. "The language we were speaking is my milk tongue. Very few hear it spoken, it is... a secret," she leans slightly into the girl and whispers in her ear, catching her stride after almost a minute without. She pulls back again and ceases touching Gabriel before he might snap her hand off at the wrist. "We are doing quite well, thank you. Bunny, might you tell me if Lord Lawrence is available to speak?"
Gabriel nods his thanks and moves to conceal the sword hilt before reaching to take the coke and opening it swiftly with an audible pop before sipping it casually. he glances at Duana's hand on his knee and can't help but twitch slightly wondering at her motive.
Winter
For a second you can almost hear her mouth the word 'milk', before she realises. "Me and my brother made up a language, when we were young, too." Her eyes skim across, Duana's hand. "Do you want a joint dance? Oh Larry, he's a dear. He should be around here somewhere, I'll get him."
Seeing Duana not touch her 'drink', Bunny flicks her head to one side. "Not Jack? I could get you a nice blended Scotch, or a single malt?" She gets up and visibly bounces away, the white clothes glowing under the neon light.
"To think that lovely one eared chap would have struck that bird last night," Duana sighs in English. "I thought her simple at the time, but my expectations have been exceeded. She might be a perfect mate for Danny," she comments and laughs.
Winter
The background beat of the club, pulses in the background, looking around scantily clad ladies move from table to table. On occassion one leads a person away.
A couple of minutes pass, Bunny arrives back at the table skipping next to her is a young woman. Wearing a tight black dress, or rather mini-skirt, her youth is evident by the slightly plump features. She walks slowly unused to the high heels she wears. Her eyes have a slight glaze of being 'on something'. With a slight shock you recognise her as Lucy from File 5, the pictures of her were slightly grainy but this is definately she.
"How may I be of service? You wished to see the Master?" Lucy looks at the group, slowly, carefully. Momentarily the mist is washed from her eyes, an intelligent spark of awareness. The eyes seem to plead, before growing dull again.
"Oh, you must be Diana? I will request he join you. What is the business you wish to discuss?" she says her voice holding a slight vestage of vitality.
Bunny, however, is squatting down talking to Gelert. 'Hello, your misstress is good isn't she. What's your name? I hope you liked the meat got some from the chef special.' she says. You can tell her voice holds the kindly note of straight-forward freshness.
Gelert wags his tail and pants happily as the girl, Bunny, pets him. He chuffs out a breath and sniffs her face a bit more intently then gives a small pleased woof of acceptance. He cocks his head at her words.
Dog-speech: My Mistress is good in her own way, Gelert has run with her for many seasons. The meat was good, very good! Is there more?"
If she cannot understand him, which he fully expects, he will rub his massive head against her hand and knee.
Winter/Gelert
Bunny smiles and to others seems like a simpleton as she gently barks, though her voice holds a light tone.
Dog: "Good she seems like nice lady, there's more food by the kitchen. Come with me, I know where you can eat & still keep watch over her. Gelert, that good name, you nice. Keep watch like good male." She rises off her haunches, the motion gracefully and sensual. "Luce, you need me? I'll be by the kitchen."
Gelert's ears go straight up and he looks into Bunny's eyes with complete astonishment and his tail flatlines and he sinks down a little onto the floor in shock before he almost bounces up and follows Bunny without a second thought, panting and tail wagging as he follows her.
Dog You understand Gelert! Never thought to meet another who did among the Two-Legs. I come with you, food and able to watch over Mistress sounds like good deal to me. Why do you smell like Wolf when you are Two-legs?he casually sniffs at her as they walk, trying to detect the reason.
Before he makes it a few steps away however, he stops and looks back at Duana to make sure it is ok for him to follow Bunny. He wags his tail indicating that everything is fine and he cocks his head adorably, ears going back as he waits for her say-so.
Certainly there must be some manner of law against this... Duana muses. "Forgive me for my impudence, but you do not appear to me old enough to carry yourself in those heels, much less any amount of information to your master. Inform him that a lady very much disposed towards honoring appointments awaits his pleasure."
Duana spares a wary glance at the girl, Bunny, but recalling what she said about mates the other day, inclines her head showing that she gives her permission for Gelert to go ahead.
Gelert bounds over and rubs his head against Duana's knee before he chuffs happily, sniffs her face as a silent thanks, then trots back after Bunny, looking up at her, not by a great distance because of how big he is, and he pants happily as they walk towards the kitchen.
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Lucy looks plainly at Duana, raising an eyebrow at the word pleasure. "Certainly, Mistress Diana, do you wish my shoes too?" her montone voice asks.
She raises a leg to take off the heels, smothered beneath the mask you can see a slight wry amusement. She turns and just visible as her hair billows are a pair of tell-tale red marks where the shoulders meet her neck.
Bunny looks to Gelert, turns to Duana & Gabriel. " <3He says he's hungry. A big man like him always is I suppose. I'll get him some food in the kitchen, alright!<3 " She moves with Gelert, making quiet woofing noises to him.
Dog: "I dance on two legs, run on four. I be wolf when I need, I am whatever, whenever. It makes people happy."
Bunny looks to the departing Luce. "Luce scares me, she acts slow sometimes, people call me dumb but she, poor girl, takes the cake. Good thing she has Larry to take care of her like 'G' takes care of me."
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