PapatymisonN: But... you wanted to do a lil RPing?
Lithaladhwen: (If you want to go bug her but won't be around for full CI, I'm here.)
PapatymisonN: (Where would she be hanging out? Her parent's place?)
Lithaladhwen: (Yeah, it wouldn't be hard to find the place where she technically lives. Charles does know her grandfather's name. They fought a Kerran Shalienza.)
PapatymisonN: (And killed...)
Lithaladhwen: (Details, details.)
Lithaladhwen: (Anyway. Guy named Kerran Shalienza owns a tavern/inn called The Shining Blade. Gotta be the place, all things considered.)
Lithaladhwen: (In Vermilis, sort of a suburb of Doma.)
PapatymisonN: *hoping not to cause a fuss, Charles enters the Shining Blade, in full MCF gear*
PapatymisonN: *sits down at the bar, scanning the room slightly*
PapatymisonN: IM: Is she here? I'd like to be able to brag that I'd found a ninja in hiding...
Lithaladhwen: *In the bar, Charles doesn't see anyone who looks like Myrnal. There is a very familiar man tending bar, along with one of those plump little grandmotherly types puttering around. This early in the day, they're a little slow, so there's nothing much going on.*
PapatymisonN: ... o.o
PapatymisonN: IM: Oh. That fellow we killed in Myrnal's head. ... he looks good.
Lithaladhwen: *The older lady starts wiping down Charles' table.* Hey there. Can we get you anything?
PapatymisonN: Oh. Um... are you still serving breakfast?
Lithaladhwen: ^_^ I think we can manage that. What do you need?
Lithaladhwen: Kerran: *wipes a glass*
PapatymisonN: French toast, scrambled eggs and OJ, if you have it?
Lithaladhwen: *she nods* Sure. That'll be about twenty minutes. Are you okay to wait that long?
PapatymisonN: Not a problem. ^_^
Lithaladhwen: *she heads off to get his order*
Lithaladhwen: *wipewipe*
Lithaladhwen: (I have Paint it Black stuck in my head. >_>; )
PapatymisonN: (Roll with it, babe. Roll with it.)
PapatymisonN: ... *gets up and approaches the gentleman*
PapatymisonN: IM: I keep looking at him, and expecting to see a giant halberd scar...
PapatymisonN: Morning, sir...
Lithaladhwen: Hey there. You need anything while Yanna gets your breakfast?
PapatymisonN: ... your granddaughter, if she's taking visitors.
Lithaladhwen: *raises an eyebrow* That depends.
Lithaladhwen: Depends on whether you got a name and what you want.
PapatymisonN: Name's Charles. Just wanted to see how she was doing after her little ordeal.
Lithaladhwen: Ordeal, huh? *grabs another glass and wipes the inside of it placidly*
Lithaladhwen: I think she may have mentioned a Charles, but I don't have details.
PapatymisonN: She'll remember me.
Lithaladhwen: Well, it's tough to catch her in the middle of the week like this. She usually heads out to go... run some errands or something.
Lithaladhwen: I think she's on her way out the door for the day.
PapatymisonN: I see.
PapatymisonN: Well, if she's got a moment, I'd like to see her.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. I think she's doing... I dunno. Girl things. Yanna can take you up to our quarters and you can see if Myrnal's busy.
PapatymisonN: *nod* That would be excellent.
Lithaladhwen: Well, Yanna's in the kitchen. Why don't you go see what she's up to.
Lithaladhwen: *wipewipe newglass wipe*
PapatymisonN: IM: ... is that all he does?
PapatymisonN: Thanks. *heads into the backroom*
Lithaladhwen: *Yanna's in the kitchen. Some thick slices of bread are sitting in eggy stuff waiting to be his toast and she's scrambling his eggs.*
Lithaladhwen: Oh, hello! Did you need something else?
PapatymisonN: Just... wanted to see Myrnal, if that's possible. She's not busy, is she?
Lithaladhwen: Oh, well. I imagine we can go check. Let me get your eggs done so that they don't burn while I'm away. No good to leave a fire going and walk away. *nod*
PapatymisonN: *nodback!*
Lithaladhwen: So what do you need, dear? You a friend of hers?
PapatymisonN: ... that's the best description, yes.
PapatymisonN: *offers his hand* Charles.
Lithaladhwen: *takes it* Yanna Shalienza. Lovely to meet you.
Lithaladhwen: I'm glad to see that more of her friends are starting to come around. *flips and scrambles eggy stuff*
Lithaladhwen: Used to worry. *scramblescramble*
PapatymisonN: Well, I'll be sure to come around more often. Lovely place.
Lithaladhwen: Well, that's very sweet of you to say. Thank you, Charles.
PapatymisonN: Not a problem, ma'am.
PapatymisonN: And besides, the food smells wonderful! ^_^
Lithaladhwen: ^_^ Wait until I get the toast going.
Lithaladhwen: *sets the eggs aside* Now. Why don't we go see what she's up to, hm?
Lithaladhwen: (afk laundry)
Lithaladhwen: (back)
PapatymisonN: (cool.)
PapatymisonN: IM: I like this woman... warm, friendly, great cook. ... you'd think more of it would rub off, but... I guess she could be a bloodthirsty loose cannon.
Lithaladhwen: (Yes. Yes, that's her.)
Lithaladhwen: *Yanna pulls a set of keys from an apron pocket and heads up a set of stairs behind the kitchen.* Come on, then.
PapatymisonN: *follows along!*
Lithaladhwen: *She unlocks a door at the top of the stairs that opens into a hallway. Private quarters, ahoy!* Let's see, now. *shoves the keys away again*
Lithaladhwen: *She heads to the door at the very end on the left and knocks on it.* Myrnal, dear?
Lithaladhwen: *shout* What?
Lithaladhwen: Someone named Charles here to see you. Do you have a moment?
Lithaladhwen: .....
Lithaladhwen: ...Yeah, okay. Fine. *The door opens and Myrnal answers in a knee-length white bathrobe.*
Lithaladhwen: Thanks, Yanna.
Lithaladhwen: All right. And Charles, don't be too long. Your eggs will go cold.
PapatymisonN: *nods* Thank you, ma'am.
Lithaladhwen: *Yanna nods and heads off down the stairs to finish breakfast*
Lithaladhwen: So....
Lithaladhwen: What do you want?
PapatymisonN: Just wanted to see how you're doing.
PapatymisonN: IM: ... wow. I have to concentrate to stay looking at her face. Didn't expect that.
Lithaladhwen: .....*sighs and looks like she almost wants to shut the door on him right there*
Lithaladhwen: I'm fine. You're fine. Everyone is fine. What do you want?
PapatymisonN: ... I missed it. You got the gun, right?
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, I do. Why did you give me that?
Lithaladhwen: *tucks wet hair behind one ear* You need it or something?
PapatymisonN: No. Thought you might like to have it.
Lithaladhwen: *sighs... and shrugs* I don't know anything about guns. I just made it because I knew she used one.
Lithaladhwen: Here. Come in a second. Talking in the fucking doorway.
Lithaladhwen: *waves him in*
PapatymisonN: *comes on in...*
PapatymisonN: *what's it like?*
Lithaladhwen: (Sorry. Peanut butter in mouth. Minor distress.)
Lithaladhwen: *There's a bed against the far wall, and a chair next to a dressing table. The chair has a whole pile of black clothes piled on it, and instead of girly stuff on the vanity, there's a leather-bound book, a belt with several knives on it, and a couple of different kinds of blade sharpeners. The window on the back wall has translucent curtains, so they let in a lot of light even when they're closed. Next to her backpack in the corner is another pile of black clothes.*
Lithaladhwen: *Myrnal grabs the clothes off of the chair near her dressing table and tosses them into the pile with the others.*
Lithaladhwen: Here.
Lithaladhwen: Seat.
PapatymisonN: *sits*
Lithaladhwen: *scratches her head* Do you see a hairbrush anywhere?
PapatymisonN: Um... *scan, scan!*
Lithaladhwen: *No, there's nothing where he can see.*
Lithaladhwen: See, it's a black hairbrush. Which is fine.
PapatymisonN: Ah.
PapatymisonN: I sense a theme.
Lithaladhwen: But my clothes are all black. And my shoes are black. And my bag is black.
Lithaladhwen: And everything is black.
Lithaladhwen: And I can't find it in all the goddamned ninja shit!
Lithaladhwen: *rifles in her pack some more*
PapatymisonN: Maybe you could introduce some colour into your wardrobe?
PapatymisonN: Grey, maybe?
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, maybe. We'll see.
PapatymisonN: I mean, I've heard of ninjas in every colour of the rainbow.
PapatymisonN: Even white.
PapatymisonN: (*font.*)
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, well. I'm not a white ninja. Maybe if I were sneaking around up in the frozen north or something I'd rethink it.
Lithaladhwen: Ah! Found you, you little shit.
Lithaladhwen: *pulls the brush from a side pocket*
PapatymisonN: The silent assassin stands victorious.
Lithaladhwen: *snorts* Yeah, something like that.
Lithaladhwen: *sweeps her hair back out of her face with it*
Lithaladhwen: So.....
Lithaladhwen: Did you.... what? Are you sufficiently certain that I'm "all right?"
Lithaladhwen: *fingerquotes and all*
PapatymisonN: Well, you're NORMAL. That may not be *does them too* "all right", but it's... acceptable.
PapatymisonN: A bunch of foreigners enters your brain, you'd better check your mental health afterwards, just to be safe.
Lithaladhwen: Yeah, uh huh.
Lithaladhwen: Listen, I need to get dressed.
Lithaladhwen: So uh... git. I'll be down in a few minutes.
PapatymisonN: *nod* I should have eggs waiting for me.
PapatymisonN: *heads out* See you then.
Lithaladhwen: *snorts and closes the door behind him*
Lithaladhwen: *Holy crap his food is ready!*
Lithaladhwen: *There's orange juice and everything!*
PapatymisonN: Oh, wow... *sniiiiiiff!* Smells great!
PapatymisonN: IM: I wonder if I can find an excuse to fire the head cook... nah, she'd never accept.
Lithaladhwen: ^_^ Well, thank you! Enjoy, and let me know if you need anything else, all right?
PapatymisonN: Thank you! *takes it to his table, if that's needed, and tucks in!*
Lithaladhwen: *When he's through the eggs and into the toast, Myrnal comes out through the kitchen. She's got on normal canvas pants and a black shirt. Her hair's stuck up behind her head with a couple of lacquered chopsticks. She looks a little like her mother with her hair up like that.*
Lithaladhwen: *She lifts a hand to Charles and grabs some water from the bar.*
PapatymisonN: *raises one in turn*
Lithaladhwen: You headed out, Myrnal?
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. The usual thing.
Lithaladhwen: All right. See you tonight, at least?
Lithaladhwen: Yeah. I shouldn't be all day.
Lithaladhwen: *Kerran nods.*
Lithaladhwen: *She brings her water over to Charles' table.* So? Makes good toast, doesn't she?
Lithaladhwen: (I don't know what to call "French Toast" in Gaera. >_> )
PapatymisonN: Excellent. I want to steal her away to the castle...
PapatymisonN: (Nor do I. Um... just a moment.)
PapatymisonN: (Eggy bread.)
Lithaladhwen: Eh. She'd say no. Also, a lot of my drinking buddies would be out of jobs.
PapatymisonN: (Fried eggy bread.)
Lithaladhwen: They work in your kitchen.
PapatymisonN: Right. Well, can't have that.
Lithaladhwen: Yup. They'll have no money and I'll have to pay for all the liquor. No good. *smirks and drains her water*
PapatymisonN: True enough. Only thing worse than a drunk is a drunk dependant on YOU.
Lithaladhwen: *nods*.
Lithaladhwen: *sighs abruptly* Okay, listen.
Lithaladhwen: This is stupid, so I'm just going to tell you.
Lithaladhwen: I don't really like..... talking. About.... things.
Lithaladhwen: So if that's what you want, it's not going to happen.
Lithaladhwen: Okay?
PapatymisonN: That's fine. As long as you've not been driven insane by the experience, or... have some crossed memories of me killing your mother... I'm good.
PapatymisonN: I'm bad about talking about "feelings" myself.
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs and stands, shoving in her chair* My mother is irrelevant. That shit was a long time ago.
PapatymisonN: ... I would never say that, but I won't try to change your position.
Lithaladhwen: Good. Look. Enjoy your breakfast.
Lithaladhwen: I've got places to be.
PapatymisonN: *nod*
PapatymisonN: Take care of yourself, Myrnal.
Lithaladhwen: *shrugs and leaves*
Lithaladhwen: </Myrnal, for now.>
PapatymisonN: </KoD, too>