[*dies* Brilliant, chat. Brilliant.]
Kalen Holliday[Nightmares]
Dice: 6 d10 TN7 (1, 2, 3, 3, 4, 8) ( success x 1 )
Kalen HollidayKalen has not really moved into the Chantry. What he has done is arrived with bags and actually unpacked them into the room next to the room where Sid once lived. Clothes are hanging in the closet and nestled into drawers. When he hasn't taken it out with him, his laptop has taken up residence on one of the bedside tables and a host of connecting cables that Grace taught him to use are tucked into the drawer. A pistol safe sits in the far corner of the closet, because having access to guns is good, but being able to put them away is better. [In all fairness, he probably couldn't hit anything right now, anyway.]
He's upstairs when Alyssa comes to the chantry, sitting on the bed and going through an old book full of Enochian sigils and making notes. The door is fully open, so Alyssa can see him and the book and the onionskin paper he is drawing a sigil on and the assortment of metallic inks on the table, each with its own fountain pen. One day, he will learn to do this with a brush.
Despite looking like he hasn't slept, and the fact that he just went on an unscheduled vacation into some alternate reality, he seems...decidedly more settled and grounded than Alyssa is used to seeing him. Maybe it's the sigil practice, maybe he had an epiphany, maybe he finally started taking Valium for the sanity of others...whatever it is, he seems calm.
Alyssa Solomon[[Oh yeah, duh. Magedar]]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 8, 8, 9, 10) ( success x 4 )
Alyssa SolomonThe Hollower's car pulls up to the property and slows to a stop just outside. The red '86 Acura Legend Coupe isn't the quietest of vehicles, nor is it the coolest. Many might expect Alyssa, as image-oriented as she is, to drive something much...cooler, maybe? At least not so conventional. Whatever the reason, this is her vehicle and she beat people bloody (and perhaps worse) in order to keep it safe and hers.
The car idles there for a moment, and it may be that Kalen knows that she's coming by her Resonance. The wings have less of a feathery flutter to tham than they do a leathery flap, and the blood...well, it's blood. It's always blood. She's there for a few moments only before the car pulls into the driveway and the engine cuts off. And then she's walking up to the door, opening it and slipping inside.
Alyssa has been remarkably quiet in the last few weeks since Kalen, Sid and Ian went out. She didn't respond to queries about them on Ginger, she didn't pop up with any of her own. She hadn't come around the chantry at all (though that latter part isn't entirely unusual). She was basically persona non grata for the whole time. This is the first time anyone has seen or heard from her since the whole business with Ian, Alexander and the roots. She walks in and she doesn't need to look; she knows he's not downstairs. She can sense him over her head, and that's where she goes.
She's not all gothed up...which is not to say she looks like a norm. She's simply lacking the makeup, her hair a straight black with bangs cut just above her eyebrows. She's dressed in a pair of black jeans and an old Dead Can Dance T-Shirt with a pair of torn black jeans and her steel-toed boots. She doesn't run in on him, just walks up to the door and leans in the frame, watching him.
"So you finally decided to stop being a lazy shit and wake up, eh?"
Kalen HollidayThat greeting gets a soft, amused huff from Kalen. It's the kind of thing he understands much better than the way Elijah couldn't seem to let him go yesterday, better than he'll understand (if he finds out) Alexander sitting and reading to him. He may love these warmer things, but he does not, precisely, understand what to do with them.
"The zombie apocalypse was boring without you, Angel. Not even the constant threat of turning into the risen dead did it for me." He sets what he's working on down and looks up at her. "There was nothing for it but to come back to Denver. So I broke out of an alternate reality. Just for you.
"Did you miss me?"
Alyssa SolomonOne of the reasons that Kalen and Alyssa work together so well is that they understand each other. They argue and they fight and sometimes one of them nearly hits the other, but they are a lot more similar than people realize. Two sides of the same battered, oxidized penny. Other people would have come in, thrown their arms around Kalen and have to be practically pried off. This isn't Alyssa though. And she's fairly sure it wouldn't have been Kalen.
That doesn't mean that she's entirely relaxed and in a joking mood, but she at least keeps it up for a moment. "You were in a zombie apocalypse? I'm jealous." And that's when, pretty much out of nowhere, she grabs the nearest thing that won't do serious damage and flings it at him. It's not a light toss; it's intended to hit him hard. That's why he should probably be pleased that she had the presence of mind not to grab a lamp or a chair or a bookshelf or something like that.
[[Just for fun! Str+Athletics; how well does she hit him?]]
Dice: 4 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 9, 10) ( success x 2 )
Kalen Holliday"Ooooof! Hey!" Kalen laughs. "I could be fragile. From all that lazily not moving."
He sighs. "And yeah. Zombie apocalypse. It was a mess. But...at least I learned some things I fail at, so hopefully I can fix them. We can prepare some things.
"Oh. I think Sid hates me. Which might be problematic. I don't really know exactly what happened there, but...I don't know it's something I can repair. You do confrontation when you're angry. She...might say one true thing but then she storms off before you can respond to it. It's...really difficult to resolve anything that way.
"On a slightly related note, are we friends? I mean...I thought so. But I thought so with Sid too and apparently I was wrong." His expression stays, very carefully, neutral. And maybe just a little bit guarded. "I think maybe I'm really bad at being friends."
Alyssa SolomonKalen laughs, but Alyssa isn't smiling. Not at first, anyway; it wasn't intended to actually hurt him but it also wasn't playful from her end. She's scowling once Kalen sees her again after impact, feet planted and eyes narrowed. His reaction gets a touch of the edge taken off of her though, particularly after he explains what happened between Sid and him (or at least that something happened).
"You're fuckin' terrible at being friends, Kalen." She sighs and shakes her head, her mood smoothing out some more. She takes a lean against the door jamb, arms folding over her chest as she watches him. "But yeah, we are. I'm not very good at it either, so I guess we at least have that in common to bond over. Probably helps.
"I'll talk to Sid. I was planning on it anyway now that she's woken up. Honestly, this whole cabal thing hasn't been going all that smoothly so far...which I guess makes sense, since none of us have done it before. We haven't all been in the same room at the same time more than once, and that was when we were talking about the possibility of teaming up. She's been...I don't know, dealing with whatever she's dealing with, you've been doing your thing with Grace or whatever, I've been busy and I haven't seen Alex since we drove back from killing a bunch of corruption spirits, and some people that they'd corrupted. With your boyfriend, no less."
She shrugs a little. "The point is, we just need to start...you know, actually being a group. That means little things like getting to know each other, spending time with each other, paying attention and the like."
Kalen Holliday"I know. I...got sidetracked with a bunch of things, not so much Grace really. Grace actually reminds me I should call my friends.
"I shouldn't have. But new Magi kept appearing and I was trying keep up with them and we really need deacons or something and I'm not used to...people. I mean, not to not losing track of them because the people I dealt with were mostly either people I called for specific things or called me for specific things or if we were close they were migratory."
He half catches up to what she means, and smiles. "Yeah. Jack's great for killing...." He frowns. "Oh. Ian? We're not-he isn't-I think he's the only person in Denver who doesn't do relationships with more ferocity than we do."
Alyssa SolomonShe smirks a little and shakes her head. "If you're sleeping with them on a semi-regular basis Kalen, then I consider them your boyfriend or girlfriend. All the rest of it is just added mess. Unless you've stopped sleeping with him, anyway."
Then she stops, and blinks. "Wait, who the hell is Jack? You killing things with someone else and not telling me?"
Kalen Holliday"Things got pretty weird when we were...wherever we were. I'm not entirely sure. But I think the celebratory kissing when he discovered I was not a zombie, not dead, and not still in a coma made some hospital staff decidedly uncomfortable. I don't know though, where we are when he didn't think we were about to die.
"I haven't gone on a killing spree with Jack in years. He's...one of my old mentors from before the Order. Taught me the basics of fate magic and the finer points of forgery. He and Kharisma are in town, on and off, and I still sleep with them, on and off. They have their own paths and oaths and callings. They travel a lot for that. And for Kharisma's band.
"She taught me the basics of not hitting people who touched me and...a lot more about magic and what weaves the world together. She's good with damaged. Spends an inordinate amount of time tracking down Mages who've gone into Quiet and trying to help them. She's...decidedly not the killing spree kind. More like two breaths shy of actual pacifism.
"Yeah. I know. And look how I turned out." He says, as though he did not try to find a way to save Lucia Montari. As though he had been, more like Eleanor and Pan, immediately and decisively prepared to smite.
Kalen Holliday[Montanari. I totes remember names of your NPCs....]
Alyssa SolomonShe shrugs off Kalen's unsurety over his and Ian's situation. It isn't that she doesn't care. The way that she's watching him with those uncharacteristically un-made up eyes, the focus she has on him and what he's saying, certainly suggests otherwise. It's simply that she isn't concerned about it.
"We do all sorts of fucked-up things when we're at the ends of our wits, man. I'm not exactly the biggest Ian fan in the grandstands, but if you guys are meant to keep being--whatever it is you are--then you'll work it out. Don't stress over it too much. I think you like to pretend that you don't care what people think of you, but I'll tell you a secret: most of us know that's bullshit. It's this whole 'I am an island unto myself' thing that you've got going on that keeps people away, and I get why. Believe me, I do. But it's also a self-defeating tactic. And I've got the copyright on that, so if you keep it up, I'll sue you for infringement."
She smirks. "After all, I could do with some of that Hermetic cash cow action."
After a pause. "And you turned out just fine. Mostly, anyway."
Kalen Holliday"Certainly better for having had her, at least." Kalen says.
"He saved me. Twice, actually. I don't even know why. I had expected that he would...I loved him partly because I was sure he wouldn't die for me. I am so tired of being the one that walks away. Or at least one of very few. I didn't think I'd have to do that with him.
"Admittedly, the only one of us to get bitten was me, but in my defense that wasn't because I felt like I should go die like a fucking idiot, I just thought fire exploding all over their faces would buy me the like five second head start I needed to make the window and get out. And that was only after they broke down a door I thought would hold. So now I know. Never trust doors and never think something that can't think will respect the fact that you just made a lighter flame explode into a fireball.
"If I was going to fuck that up, at least I did it where actually dying was less of a thing.
"So...you ready to help prepare for the zombie apocalypse with me? Or...whatever horrible disaster happens? I think we need solar panels. So. Many. Solar. Panels." He smiles a little. "Armored off-road vehicles...?"
Alyssa SolomonShe nods a little bit at Kalen's explanation of being tired of being the one who walks away. If nothing else, they have that in common. They've both had a habit of walking away from scenes of wreckage behind them...some metaphorical and some quite literal. Some would say that they're lucky to have survived. Kalen would react to that however he does; Alyssa usually responds in--
Well, let's just say it's a less-than-pleasant manner.
"Hey, deathwishes are sexy as far as I'm concerned. What happens to you by the end of one is predominently less so, but everything leading up to that...totally hot." She grins a little. "Have I ever mentioned that I have serious, serious fucking issues?"
A. Gallowglass[First, a WP roll. Does Adam arrive in a frothing rage because of idiot drivers?]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 6, 8, 10, 10) ( success x 4 )
A. Gallowglass[Suck it, idiot drivers. Now, Awareness + Perception. What's Up, Resonances.]
Dice: 8 d10 TN6 (4, 4, 5, 5, 6, 7, 8, 10) ( success x 4 )
Kalen HollidayKalen does not grin but he does smile. Because, in so many ways, they really are a lot alike. "I think we touched on that. Briefly. Before we discovered that as fucked up and non-communicative as I am, I still talk about my issues more easily than you do.
"Maybe one day. I don't know. Is this more a journey toward not sucking at people we go on together or more like a one miracle at a time kind of deal?
"Seriously though, we should get together. All of us. And figure out a lot of things, but also do something fun. Admittedly, I think that statistically speaking eighty-five percent of my field trips end in disaster, but maybe we should try anyway. And I maybe have a place we can all hang out, though so far only Sid has been there. Also, there are books there, which is cool. And Grace and sometimes Gallowglass and I think I might have a real apprentice now."
A. GallowglassWhere is Gallowglass?
Here is Gallowglass. There is a vein in his forehead but it isn't bulging; he has maintained a serenity in the face of minivans, hummers, jags and trucks, grannies and grandpas, women and men, all of whom cannot drive. He parks. His car is too boring to bother describing. Where is Gallowglass?
Isn't that the question. Here he is; a young man with a stoop, a reader's slouch, eyes the color of sea jewels, a beard that's beginning to emerge out of scruff from a recent(ish) shave, and messy, messy hair -- birds dream of nesting in his fucking hair. Does he know the word for comb? What about the Word for comb? No? The point is that here he is!
Coming into the Bear House, not to use the library -- his usual motivation for being here. But to find and see Kalen. Kalen's been immobile for weeks now, hasn't he? He must be in one of the bedrooms: such is Adam's logic. And such brings him upstairs, though the wash of Kalen's resonance and Alyssa's resonance (such a strange mix) makes his teeth ring.
A gathering storm and bloodied wings: feels like a chapter from Revelations.
Where is he? He's like the devil. Speak his name, and he appears.
If Alyssa isn't still in the doorframe of Kalen's room, he knocks on it, poking his long-necked head on in. If Alyssa is still in the doorframe, he says, "Hello, Alyssa!"
Alyssa Solomon"And yet you're the one who seems more likely to get hit by associates in any given situation." Her grin widens. "I wonder why that is?"
But there isn't much time to ponder that one because she's moving right along, nodding. "Yeah, we definitely should. Before we plan any big trip out into the wilderness though, let's just try hanging out and spending some time together. I think that'll be the best start."
She seems intrigued that Kalen has an actual apprentice, but before there's much time for that there's another Hermetic calling her name (because she is still in the door frame). Alyssa shoots her attention over her shoulder and raises a brow at Adam. "Oh, so I see how it is. We don't hang out in months, but Kalen here just says your name and suddenly bam! You're summoned to appear? I'm hurt, truly."
Her expression, of course, suggests otherwise. She steps inside the room now, to allow the man access. "How's it going, Library Man?"
Kalen HollidayKalen's greeting with Alyssa had been all about banter. Banter wrapped around emotions that neither of them really tend to articulate, at least without a warm up. He'd mentioned that his reunion in this reality with Ian had been...enthusiastic. Gallowglass is a different thing, because practically everyone is a different thing with Kalen. He looks up at Gallowglass and his eyes light a little and he reaches out one hand like, 'come here, I want you here.'
"Did you hear? Me. Apprentice. For real this time, I think. Probably destined for Shaea. I think he actually made that high pitched glee noise like Pomeranians make when I told him I knew someone who might be able to teach him to restore books. I explained what Enochian was and you should have seen his eyes. It was fantastic.
"Also, I apparently slept forever. How have you been? Has that little bandit of yours raided any extra-dimensional spaces for shiny objects or food yet? I'm pretty sure it's only a matter of time....."
He does not reply to the suggestion of going out into the wilderness with more than a slight shudder, but then he smiles again. "It'll be a bit before I can really go out trekking about anyway. I could be good with coffee or something. As long as it isn't Starbucks. I have real coffee. We don't have to drink that."
A. GallowglassWhen Alyssa steps inside, Adam takes up her position in the doorframe. A border space; a boundary. What is it about thresholds? He doesn't duck his head from sheepishness, but he does duck his head, raking the fingers of one hand through his hair as he does, looking up sidelong mobile eyebrows a-lifting at the Hollow One. "She's hurt, she says," he tells Kalen. "While it's I who has been, erm, awaiting her presence in my lair of books, sighing after rescue from my, erm, well really I've been reading some fascinating things, but," a brief smile which threatens to become a grin -- it is a poised thing, crinkles the skin around his eyes, slips away again, "Oh, if only a lady from the House of Solomon would have come a-visiting. What things I might have done."
He lets his hand drop from his hair. Kalen's reaching out one hand. Oh. Me? Adam shuffles inside and nearer the Flambeau. His eyebrows are raised and he seems amused, though also careful: looking Kalen over like he is an artefact. Brief hint of caution at oh you should have seen his eyes in Adam's own, but that's Gallowglass for you.
"I did hear. Destined for House Shaea, huh? In order: I've been well. Studying, of course. Ruse has not managed to break through the walls of reality, thank all the spirits of the air and fire. You did sleep forever. You seem remarkably well for a man who was in an enchanted sleep for the better part of a month. Are you remarkably well? What was that nonsense about ocean something protect others something?"
He divides his attention from the so-recently-enchanted Hermetic to include Alyssa again with a glance. "And how's business?"
Alyssa SolomonShe regards the dynamic between the two Hermetics with some interest. They're very different, Kalen and Adam, in the Hollower's eyes. One of them seems to treat their Hermeticism like a lapsed Catholic might his faith, and the other...quite the opposite. And yet they seem to be friends. That's interesting to her...but then, when you factor her in Kalen's sort of the middle of the scale with her and the Bonisagus on the opposite ends, and they get along just fine.
Of course, that's partially because they haven't seen each other much. One of these days, Adam will catch Alyssa in a mood and one of them will say the wrong thing and the situation will escalate and something will probably catch on fire. It's the way of things, you kknow.
"What the hell is it that turns all of us into fuckin' hipsters, man?" She can't help it; her eyes dance with laughter as she says it. "A bunch of microbrew sipping, chai latte from that great place no one knows-championing, that's-to-popular to be cool Awakened hipsters, the lot of you."
She looks over at Adam when he plays at the idea of Oh, if only. She throws him a wink. "Gallow, I don't think you could handle the things you'd be doing if I walked into your bookshop." She looks over at Kalen again. "You see? Deathwishes, man. Freaking amazing.
"But yes, business is good. Well, as good as it gets. Not so much on our kind of front, but the Sleeper PI stuff has been going just fine. How's the bookseller business?"
Kalen HollidayKalen regards Gallowglass a moment. Takes a breath like he can breathe in something steady and strengthening. Like you can inhale valiance with oxygen. "A lot of things happened," Kalen says eventually. "And then Sid was gone and it was Ian and the girl and me and there was this...emptiness eating away at the horizon. And then there was something weaving around us and through us and then everything was gone.
"And then I woke up and she was there. Glowing like starlight and magnificent. She asked if I really thought she would have let me die, and she would not have, if she could help it. I never doubted that.
"She asked me where I wanted to be. I think I could have stayed there, in that glorious tranquil world. I think she would have let me. But I told her I wanted to come home," -and there is the first Gallowglass has heard him say home since the chantry in Flagstaff was standing- "And she looked sad but then said goodbye and then I woke up."
"If it makes you feel any better," Kalen says to Alyssa. "I will accept the notion of coffee from Dunkin Donuts. And even donuts. Can you imagine us getting donuts on a Saturday like people do? I can't, which means it should be thrilling and entirely new."
A. GallowglassInevitable. That's what an ugly exchange of let's call them ideas between Alyssa and Adam are. Inevitable: like Death. Until then, Adam enjoys the party, so to speak: when she throws him a wink, his expression shifts into a faint smirk. The smirk doesn't touch his eyes; there's a smile there instead, a twist of amusement -- maybe that's a hold-over from the lamentation of the Awakened Hipsters.
"Decent. I'm going to a convention in July. I expect to be the youngest there."
Kalen's finishing up his deep breath; has taken it. A lot of things happened. Adam looks back at him. Adam Gallowglass. Gallows. Gallow. Gallow's humour. Gallow grim. Adam's here to doubt what Kalen never doubted, a cloud full of rain meant for parades. His eyebrows hike up around the time Kalen describes 'she' as 'glowing like starlight and magnificent.' They stay raised. His arms are crossed.
He's listening, avid and interested and cynical. "As long as 'she' implied strongly 'ha, ha, silly Billy,'" look, that whisper of foreign accent suddenly strengthens, diminishes, and his tone is extremely, extremely dry, "I wouldn't have really let you die and everybody who does get taken from their families and their lives might get a prize glorious tranquil world to make it all better.'"
"But I'm glad you chose to wake up."
"And oh," a start, remember your manners Hermetic, "am I interrupting a coffee run?"
Alyssa SolomonShe goes quiet, the snark vanishing as Kalen talks about what happened in his digital trip with Sid and Ian. The woman may be brash at times and always quick with a pithy remark, but she also knows exactly when to shut it down most of the time and this is certainly one of those times. She doesn't interrupt, doesn't interject because the conversation doesn't involve her; not that she feels excluded, but a lot of it passed over her head and she's okay with that. She has her own thoughts on it and that can be seen in the way her smile fades a bit, becoming more thoughtful and even introverted for a moment.
It's only when Adam says he's glad that Kalen chose to wake up that she speaks up again, the smile partially returning to mask the more serious undertones of her words. "If you hadn't, they would have had to pull me off your damn hospital bed while I smacked you into consciousness. So there is that."
She chuckles a little to Adam and shakes her head. "Nah, no coffee runs right now. More when get a chance to convene the band and figure out where we're going from here. I think it's time to sell out and go mainstream, but I'll probably get outvoted in favor of something inpenetrable-sounding."
Kalen Holliday"I liked her. I mean, I suppose she technically abducted me and gave me pretend memories and then everything was horrible except Ian and Sid for the five minutes before that exploded, but I think that you once called my choices about who I liked unfortunate in one of your softer moments." Kalen smiles. "So I suppose we should not confuse that in any fashion with, 'currently engaged in doing the right thing.'"
"And of course I did. We swore oaths, after all. And once I got over the novelty of it, I doubt I could really stand tranquility." His tone softens and his eyes gleam. "And someone has to be the warm, fuzzy side of the Order here. You're more like a ball of sunshine." And finally, a real, playful smile. "The searing desert kind, mostly."
A. GallowglassAdam, he's a watchful young man; watches Alyssa grow introspective; watches Kalen smile playfully. Then: someone has to be the warm, fuzzy side of the Order here. Adam makes a sound that's not quite a grunt and not quite a heh, but is probably somewhere between the two. His chest rises and falls when he makes it.
"You do generally display startlingly unfortunate taste in people," Adam says. Is he dissing himself? Of course he is not. He is far too arrogant. As unlikely as it is that Kalen will turn-that-around on Adam, Adam is quick to breeze on with a grin (this time unmistakable; look at those almost-dimples, carved out've his cheeks) when he nods his head toward Alyssa. "A few exceptions here and there. Tell me, Miss Solomon, is 'Smack Around Until Consciousness Returns' an official Hollow Ones rote? It does have something of a ring to it."
Alyssa SolomonShe grins at Kalen. "The soft and fuzzy side of the Order. That is officially my favorite oxymoron ever." Which is not to say that the Order doesn't have that side. But Alyssa hasn't seen it as much as some within the Order itself have, even when she was growing up within it. And her experiences since...
Well. Kalen's cool and Adam usually isn't so bad. Of course, that internal sentiment may not be so well communicated by her comment to Adam, accompanied by a good-natured eyeroll. "I can do a demonstration of the counter-rote. 'Smack Around Until Consciousness Leaves.' I'm good at that one...it's one of my favorites." She says it tinged with the sound of a joke, to be fair.
Kalen Holliday"I'm totally like a teddy bear. Everyone wants to touch me." Kalen grins. "Oh. No. Wait. Most of those people want to do it forcefully. With closed fists." He sighs dramatically. "Okay. It's probably Trent, if anyone here. The politest teddy bear in the history of teddy bears. I'm going to have to have someone made a charming old-fashioned tuxedo for a teddy bear now so I can give it to him. You know the ones. With the tails."
He chuckles a little, at the discussion of the rotes. On another day he might have made some other rote suggestions, but for now...for now he really ins't in the mood to be hit with anything. He wasn't entirely playing about the being fragile.
A. Gallowglass"Hmm," Adam replies. Contained. Pensive. His arms were folded over his chest. He lifts one hand and touches his index finger to his lips, canting his head, squinting slightly at Alyssa, lashes tangling together to give him this air of sleepiness. Helped, naturally, by the ever-present shadows of exhaustion around his eyes. "Simple. Primitive. But effective, I suppose. Myself, I prefer something with more elegance."
Kalen can probably hear Lucius Crowne in that comment Adam just made. It's something Adam's second mentor would say, and mean, and be far more charming when he said it (and yet also far more serious).
Tincture of humour: sure.
Adam drops his arms completely now because lo what is that? It is his cellphone buzzing. He pulls it out of his back pantspocket and checks the message. Then he puts one hand on Kalen's shoulder. This, people, is Adam's version of a warm hug.
"I've got to go, but I am glad I saw you whole and hale. I hope the others will be just as safe," a glance toward Alyssa. This is inclusive: "Perhaps someone should go talk to that Luke fellow, never met him myself, and see if there's been any change? But where to find him?"
Hand is gone from Kalen's shoulder. He backs toward the door.
[ooc: and I must go! I can wait through another round, though!]
Alyssa Solomon"Aw, let's be fair Kalen," she says with a wider grin now. "I only want to hit you forty percent of the time. Fifty-five percent tops. That's pretty good odds, right?"
And then Adam is making a jest about elegance, and she smirks. "Elegance is very useful when it's called for. But that's kind of typically limiting. I prefer having a variety of uses at my disposal. Elegant, subtle, in-your-face, demure, and down-and-dirty." She shrugs, still carrying an amused air. "Granted, demure isn't quite my style, but when it's called for..."
But then he has to go. "Don't know the guy myself, but it's not a bad idea. Someone probably should."
Kalen HollidayKalen relaxes a bit when Gallowglass rests a hand on his shoulder, and he tilts his head in what is more like a tap than a nuzzle to Gallowglass' arm. Simultaneously, he makes the decision that Gallowglass needs a very elegant stuffed porcupine. With a monocle. And a little porcupine book. "I'm glad you came to visit. I'll drop by the shop when the the thought of dropping by anywhere is slightly less exhausting."
"Sid might know. If you talk to her. When. However that goes." That is directed, mostly, at Alyssa. Though it's also for Gallowglass, so Gallowglass knows he caught the suggestion.
A. Gallowglass"Good. You are still invited, Miss Solomon," Adam tells Alyssa, speaking of dropping in. He has backed to the door now. Lifts his hand in a wave, and then: gone. As gone as his shadow.
[And for the road: a how much road rage WP roll does Adam suffer through driving off to deal with things?]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 5, 7, 7, 8) ( success x 3 )
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