Xu Xian: The address is a small little hole in the wall studio apartment along the waterfront. Sparsely furnished with cast off, mismatched furniture. There are two empty bottles of scotch on the little divider between the kitchen and the rest of the place.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: The blue '84 Escort pulls up to the address in question, and he gets out, doing a look around as he does so.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 9,5,2,10,5,5,

: ((*fly-by eatin'*))

Xu Xian: 5,8,1,4,9,6,

Ita McNairee: *the pikey just jingles out and goes to the door to ring the bell*

Xu Xian: (I've been Trood!)

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((We have been Trood!))

Ita McNairee: (oh no!)

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Emphasis on the HAVE, as in agreeing. *G*))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: After a moment, he follows behind Ita, moving to the door.

Xu Xian: Jarod notices a few people standing around who may or may not be lookouts. Ita notices the door unlock and swing open. Xu stands there regarding her for a long moment, stonefaced. He turns away and heads back to the beat up couch to watch his battered little TV.

Ita McNairee: *she cocks her head. uh oh. stone faciness? she jingles on in, moccasins padding quietly as she perches on the side of his couch* allo loves.. why ye 'ere?

Xu Xian: 4,6,2,9,4,7,1,

Xu Xian: His nostrils flare slightly at the scent of her. He shrugs, staring at the TV screen. "Because I didn't want to be anywhere else at the moment."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He moves in through the door, nodding to Xu. "You got people watching the house for you?"

Xu Xian: "Normally, that's you two," he says. "But now I guess it's just Siren, if she's still around."

Ita McNairee: *she nibbles her lip, she smells of dog, tilting her head to look at him* yer hiden awa frem folks?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Sorry...the apartment, I mean. Here. And yes, Siren's still around." He shuts the door. "There were a couple of people standing around outside. Couldn't quite tell if they were watching the house or not."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((house in last sentance = apartment. *Thud*))

Xu Xian: He shrugs. "I pay people to make sure I don't suffocate on my own vomit in the street."

Xu Xian: "Not hiding. Just don't have any use for them." Ita may notice Merlin is conspicuously absent, as is any smell of puppy or dog hair on the carpet or furniture.

Xu Xian -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 5,2,2,1,8,7,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Ahh. Okay...just making sure." He nods a bit.

Xu Xian -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((that was per+alert for volunteer, now the lore))

Xu Xian: 5,3,7,5,5,7,

Ita McNairee: .. darlin *she looks around* wheres yer dag?

Xu Xian: (ignore that, please, Ita, was supposed to be a PM)

Xu Xian: "I gave him away."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: A raised eyebrow to that, but he doesn't otherwise react, finding a piece of wall to lean against.

Ita McNairee: wha? Darlin?.. *she frowns in concern, preched on the side of the couch* .. wha's thes than?

Xu Xian: He shrugs. "He's good dog. Doesn't deserve what I'd do to him."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He lights a cigarette, watching the two for a moment and listening.

Ita McNairee: och nae thes agawn.. *she slumps off the side of the couch, sliding to the cushions* .. yer gien better. an ye deserve a wee dag tae love ye. ye shouldnae gie em oop jes causen yer scared..

Xu Xian: "I'm not scared, Ita." He glances over to Jer when the smell of the smoke hits his nostrils. He leans over and takes a Marlboro from a pack, lights it up.

Ita McNairee: *a scooch away from the flame, and a small smile, her voice soft* yer scared ye'll hurt the dag, aye?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "I brought a pack of cloves, if you want." He pulls it fron his trenchcoat. "Didn't know if you were out."

Xu Xian: "Not scared. I know I'll hurt him. So I gave him away." He shakes his head to Jeremy. "These are fine."

Ita McNairee: *she tilts her head, brown eyes on him, warm* but, yer gien better, aye? ye said sae yerself

Xu Xian: "I was. Not any more." He takes a long drag, exhales through his notrils, brow furrowed as he stares at the fuzzy picture on the battered TV. "I was ghouled by Set in the Legendary Realm."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He pockets the cloves, then pulls his phone off his belt, looking at it and raising an eyebrow. He puts it back on his belt and looks back up.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Blink. Blink blink.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Ghouled...by Set?" He stares at Xu. "The Egyptian God of Darkness?"

Ita McNairee: och.. wha? Set.. THA set? legendary realm.. hoow'd ye find THA set?

Xu Xian: He nods. "Yes. It's a long story."

Ita McNairee: *her mouth hangs open .. she blinks* but..ah.. well.. ye'll be back tae lovie.. en a month? mayhaps?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He stares some more. This doesn't quite seem to be getting through to him. "Set was a vampire?"

Xu Xian: He nods to Jer. "And a God."

Xu Xian: He shrugs to Ita. "I don't know, Ita. In a month, I'll probably be out hunting Setites and staking them to keep them on tap."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "I guessed the God part. I just..." He blinks once more, then shakes his head, looking a little dazed. "Whoa."

 

Xu Xian: "Just my luck the only one I know is a fucking kaffir."

Ita McNairee: nae darlin.. we'll help ye through et aye... ye've a strong will.. *she whimpers, shaking her head* (hides ammon)

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He straightens at that, and looks at Xu. Fuck. This IS a step back.

Xu Xian -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 6,5,9,6,6,4,

Xu Xian: "But then, I guess they're all kaffirs, aren't they?" he tips some ash into an empty beer bottle. "Fucking African mudcrawlers."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "What's making you call them kaffirs again?" He looks at the man, head tilted slightly as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

Ita McNairee: *she nibbles her lip* we willnae let ye.. ye've a strong will. aye? et'll be aulrecht.. why.. ah dinnae.. *she's so confused, looking up at him* how're ye ghouled tae set?

Xu Xian: He slants a glance over at Jer, then looks back to the screen. He takes another drag on his cig. And another. "Karlos passed out. I was running to get him, to escape Set's palace after I handed the Cup over to Angelia to give to Merlin. Set intercepted me. We fought. He got me in a clinch."

Ita McNairee: welll.. cannae we undo et? shite.. *she scratches her head, eyes brimming a little. was this her fault? *

Xu Xian: "He was ungodly--or godly, I suppose you could say--strong. He started draining me. My fangs were already in him, so I drank from him to keep him from killing me, and to use his strength to break free."

Xu Xian: "I didn't want to die there, where he could embrace me and make me his fucking slave. And I didn't think the effect would last beyond the realm."

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Fair enough." He nods. "What Ita said was right, though. We'll help you fight this. If you let us."

Xu Xian: "Right, Jeremy," he throws a bitter scowl at him. "I'm sure you'll help."

Ita McNairee: *ita nods. not sure how.. it undid.. things. she wipes her eyes, murmering* we are sae gintae help. why would ye thenk we'll nae?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Why won't I?" He raises an eyebrow.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: Something occurs to him. Shit. He looks down suddenly. "Not..." He shakes his head, falling silent.

Xu Xian: He snorts as his meaning sinks in, and goes back to staring at the TV.

Xu Xian: "I'm going to find the Cup. I know how to use it to cure you, Ita. And to cure myself. If you want to help, then help that way. I don't have much faith in Alec Golden having followed through on anything, not with this war on."

Ita McNairee: *she nods* ah'll find et fer ye.. ah'll look. *she looks in confusion to jer* loves?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He's still looking at the ground. He shakes his head a little. He's not going to betray the other's confidence. "Nothing."

Xu Xian -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 5,6,9,7,5,5,

Ita McNairee: *so she looks in confusion to xu*

Ita McNairee: loves?

Xu Xian: He glance slides over toward Jer, an evil, sadistic grin sliding across his face as he watches the other man's discomfort. He looks back at the TV, takes another drag of his smoke.

Ita McNairee: God damnet stop *she pushes the big asians leg a little with her moccassined foot, scowling at his disturbing grin* dinnae. wha's thes aul aboot?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He looks up at Xu, his face darkening a little as he sees how much the other appreciates his torment. His jaw sets, and he looks away, taking a drag off of his cigarette.

Xu Xian: He shakes his head, exhaling smoke through his nostrils and ashing into the bottle again. "It doesn't concern you."

 

Xu Xian: "What's the status on the Bear, Jeremy?"

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Same as last night, Xu. Although we do have another volunteer. Karlos has told me he's coming along."

Ita McNairee: *another shove with her foot, angry. she leans back and stretches over the back of the couch like a mutant cat, frowning*

Xu Xian: "That's good. Good luck with it."

Xu Xian: He ignores Ita's shove.

Xu Xian -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: 8,7,4,9,8,6,

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Thank you."

Ita McNairee: *stretch.. she sits back down, looking at xu, brown eyes searching him*

Ita McNairee: 4,3,8,6,8,

Ita McNairee -> Xu Xian: (per emp. she's worried)

Xu Xian -> Ita McNairee: (He's turned himself off, emotionally. The only things he seems to feel are anger, bitterness, hatred, and resolve.))

 

Ita McNairee: Aulgh! why es everywan aulways fooken magicken me! *she stands up and looks down at herself, as though maybe there'd be something, and angry jingle*

Troo: ((Y'all might like to roll awareness))

Xu Xian: 2,9,9,7,10,3,

Troo -> Xu Xian: Magic on Ita, quirky, upredictable in flavour. Could almost be mistaken as emanating from her, but Xu's perceptive enough to realise she's not doing it. It's not... well... dead enough to be her.

Xu Xian: He dives off the couch, away from Ita, rolling up with a weapon in hand. "What the fuck is going on?"

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He blinks suddenly, and pulls his gun, looking around. "What is it?"

Xu Xian: "There's some magic on her."

Ita McNairee: wha? *everyone.. had guns? the pikey forms her hands into little talons, looking up and around... she then looks to herself* awn me?

Xu Xian: "Yes," he growls. "Not dead enough to be your people." He glances around, nostrils flaring as if looking for someone.

Xu Xian: 3,2,8,5,6,

Xu Xian -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Spirit's Sight, diff the gauntlet, looking into the Umbra, only 1 sux needed lasts for the scene))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Shit..." He moves to the window, looking out of it from the side and checking around.

Ita McNairee: Aulgh! why es everywan aulways fooken magicken me! *she stands up and looks down at herself, as though maybe there'd be something, and angry jingle*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas -> Xu Xian: ((No one there...he's viewing remotely through Correspondance, so it doesn't involve the Umbra.))

Xu Xian: "Whoever did it is violating the treaty."

 

Xu Xian -> Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((I know. *G* But he's still gotta rule out spirits or BSD's scrying with banes or something))

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "That's a big 10-4, Xu. They don't seem to care much about violating the treaty, though, apparently."

Xu Xian: "Fuck," he shakes his head, moving to the door. "I'll talk to you both another time."

Ita McNairee: ah'm soory darlin. didnae mean tae gie magicked.

Xu Xian: "Lock up when you leave," is all he says, and then he's gone.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He watches Xu leave, then watches him from the window as he moves out. "Dammit."

Ita McNairee: *a hand waves after him like she'd like to have caught his arm and made him stay. she frowns. then looks up to dream*

Xu Xian: He heads down the street to the subway.

Xu Xian: Putting the gun away as he walks.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Fuck." He shakes his head, moving to the couch and sitting down on it. "Goddess DAMN it."

Xu Xian: and he enters the subway and is gone (And I'm taking off as it's almost 3 am here and I may have to head off to school tomorrow)

Ita McNairee: tha could o gawn better.. *she swallows and rubs at her eyes, before yelling* an oo's fooken magicken me?! *that better be one of the ones she was friends with or so help them, a snarl before she flings herself acorss jer's lap in a noise of pissiness*

Ita McNairee: ((niiight ! thanks)

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: ((Night!))

Troo: A little piece of paper pops into existence at Ita's feet.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "Whoever it is is violating the treaty. And what's more, they're pissing me off. Not a very good combination." He slides his arm around her.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "...the fuck?" He looks at the piece of paper and frowns, reaching out to take it.

Ita McNairee: wha the.. fook? *she jumps back away from it over the back of the couch like its a vipre. or a grenade*

Ita McNairee: dinnae touch et! *she yelps in a panic*

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He frowns, but nods, using the fold of his trenchcoat to grab it. Poison bad.

 

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He holds it up to read, keeping it a good distance away. Just in case.

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: He sneers, looking up as his eyes flash. "You chickenshit dumbfuck!" He flings the note away. "You have no idea what you're doing."

Ita McNairee: wha? wha's et say darlin?

Jeremy "Dream" Thomas: "It says, 'Nice claws. Oh, and the Treaty won't protect you.'" He stands up, pacing, gun still in his hand. "What the fuck...stupid shit..."

 

Ita McNairee: wha? *she narrows her eyes and snarls* fooken. .. *she shakes her head*