Thanos Augustus - Night -: "Thanos" he says nodding taking the hand and shaking it "Nice to meet you Dante, what brings you out?"

Dante Lacostos (PT): "Wanderlust, I suppose. Exploring." He shrugs, rubbing idly at the bridge of his nose.

Meg Psiharis: She doesn't appear to be carrying weapons, or really anything of the sort. She's dressed clean and...well, hand-me-down nice. No money doesn't mean no decency. She smiles briefly to the woman, before the men's exchange takes some of her attention - paying attention to the way they move, the muscles, the names. It's a study, really. She's wavering just now on whether or not to introduce herself now, or to remain silent.

Dante Lacostos (PT): He turns to Meg and his body loosens somewhat as he extends a hand to the girl. "Sastimos."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Inturrupting, Joce. Her head ducks a bit - maybe an effort to hide the scowl - and she continues on*

Thanos Augustus - Night -: "Wander lusts healthy, shame the city isn't" a slight chuckle and a look of puzzlement as Dante says 'Sastimos', but he shrugs and leans back against the railings again.

Meg Psiharis: She frowns vaguely, glancing aside again as the woman heads off on her own. ...Well, she also came here alone. Still... She reaches out and clasps Dante's hand, not to crush but certainly showing no weakness, for a girl. There's a rarely expected confidence about her, and the half smile is decidedly untamed. "Megaera. Just come through the island?"

Dante Lacostos (PT): "The city can be healed," he murmurs thoughtfully, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Dante Lacostos (PT): "No. I've been traveling the states a while," he says. "Just trying to hang onto Tradition."

Meg Psiharis: She glances over him again, and releases his hand. Yes, those hand beaten bronze cuffs are still shining on both wrists. Up close, it can be seen that she wears two necklaces - one a slim, cheap metal necklace with a house key on it. The other is a leather cord with a small, polished fang at the end, with a couple of glass beads on either side of it. "Tradition. Well, that's a hell of a thing to say in this place."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She's always been hopelessly nosy. Her steps stop, leaving her certainly within hearing distance, and she makes a show of getting into her backpack again. Very busy. Not paying any attention to them at all. Really.*

Thanos Augustus - Night -: "To heal a place you must first heal the people, and you can't heal those who don't want to be healed."

Dante Lacostos (PT): "Gaje don't place much stock in tradition." he shakes his head and pushes his hand through his hair again. "But it is the lifeblood of a people. If you forget your traditions you forget who youare."

Thanos Augustus - Night -: He chuckles "You'd think he was blaspheming against your god or something" he chuckles looking back to meg.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She scowls, glancing over before resuming the digging in her bag*

Meg Psiharis: "Oh, I know that. You know that. I'd fairly sure Thanos here knows that. But you just try telling that to The City." She can't help but scoff faintly at that, nodding a chin up toward the millions of lights a stone's throw away. She keeps glancing back to Jocelyn, keeping an eye on her like a baby sitter at the pool - just keep the runts out of the deep end.

Meg Psiharis: "Mine?" she snorts a laugh. Because that's the kind of girl she is. Thanos gets a very amused look, and Meg finally pushes off from the bars, standing in a casual slouch. All ten of her fingernails are a bruised purple-black color, nails bitten down to stubs. They don't show long before her hands shove into her front pockets.

Dante Lacostos (PT): He chuckles slightly and turns, glancing at Jocelyn, raking her with his eyes...Where the glance Meg had recieved had been respectful, this one is far from it. Its contemptuous, lustfilled...Hungry.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She strolls her way into the park, a cigarette hanging between her lips. The girl's semi-on the job...when isn't she? She's got the usual ensemble on...duster, blank tank top underneath, leather pants, steel-toed boots. She heads through the entrance to the park, looking around as she moves along. ((PM if you need full DD))

Meg Psiharis: d10: per + empathy: 5,2,7,2,3,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alert: 1,2,6,8,7,5,

Meg Psiharis: Meg watches Dante as he turns, peering. The angle is all wrong, but it's enough to get the idea, and so to get a sharply narrowing glare.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *The snort gets her to look over, eyeing the girl once more, then the quieter of the guys, gaze finally meeting Dante's. Her chin lifts just a little, the look given back holding some sort of challenge before she goes back to her searching, still watching them from the corner of her eye*

Thanos Augustus - Night -: He pulls out a brick of a phone, something either picked up long ago or for about $2, and unlocks it looking at the time. "Well it's been lovely to catch up with you meg, and to meet you dante, I'll see you both soon but i've really got to book."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: All right. So the woman's been more observant in her time. She still nots the small group, and regards them with some intrest, altering course to head their way.

Dante Lacostos (PT): "Baxt, or luck, to you Thanos. Maybe I'll see you around." He shakes his head slightly and turns his attention back to Meg. "She invites the look. It doesn't make it right, but it is what she wants."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her turn to snort, softly at least, phone pulled out and checked before she drops it back in with a look of disgust*

Thanos Augustus - Night -: He pushes to his feet and then freezes when dante says that looking to the guy with a look that says 'what the fuck'.

Dante Lacostos (PT): "Gaje women have no self respect. No pride." He shrugs and then rolls his shoulders slowly.

Meg Psiharis: "Like hell," she mutters to Dante. Thanos gets a loot that has nothing to do with the sharp disapproval or disgust - he's not been a bad example yet, that she remembers. So he is offered a little wave. " See you over the black bags. Don't go disappearing without me!"

Thanos Augustus - Night -: "What's their respect for themselves got to do with the respect you should show them?" he asks his voice laced with annoyance and a hint of anger.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her jaw sets, backpack zipped in a clearly angry gesture, tossed once again over her shoulder by a single strap*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She walks up, stopping a few feet short of the group, and takes a drag of her cigarette. She's just watching...and not much trying to hide it. She's not gaping, really, just...observing.

Meg Psiharis: ....That stops her. Like a gut punch, it just stops her for a moment, so that even when she turns deliberately to Dante, it's slow. The playful look in her golden-brown eyes is replaced all of a sudden with something hard, serious, and not so very amused or forgiving. "Take. That. Back." Every word is sharp, distinct. Every word is hard.

Dante Lacostos (PT): He furrows his brow, rubbing at the crease between. "You recieve back what you put out, yes?" A pause, his eyes flicking between Thanos and Meg. "If more women respected themselves and held themselves within the safety of that as Meg does...as any pena would...Then they would recieve the respect in return."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Twis. Tongue-Gift-WP: 6,5,1,8,

Thanos Augustus - Night -: "Anyone deserves respect untill they show otherwise, you don't deserve any." he says anger rising in his throat.

Thanos Augustus - Night -: d10: Self control, WP: 3,3,4,9,

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She's still close enough to hear. She doesn't bother with the pretense anymore, looking Meg over as if she may be a kindred spirit of some sort. Her eyes flicker to Dante again, the glare almost enough to hide the look of hurt, head ducked again as she heads back past them*

Dante Lacostos (PT): "Dilo," he mutters, stepping back slowly. "It is, I think perhaps, a cultural difference."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Respect goes both ways, bishukar," she says with a smirk to Dante. "Time for you to learns some."

Thomas Judge: Everyone needs a wander, for him it is no exception, just a quick wander through Battery, cough in hand, smoke trailing him as it does.

Dante Lacostos (PT): He sighs and palms his face. "It was a misstep of words. I meant no disrespect to the lovely woman." He swears softly, the Romani words flowing from his tongue and clearly direct at himself.

Thanos Augustus - Night -: he looks over to Reyna as she speaks having not noticed her to then and nods his agreement to her statment.

Thomas Judge: d10: Per & Ale: 9,7,7,8,

Thanos Augustus - Night -: d10: Self control: 2,4,8,3,

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She's right back to not paying attention where she's walking, arms crossed in front of her as she stomps by*

Meg Psiharis: "Karma, whatever you want to call it -" and oh, there's real anger there, more than your average, silenced, shackled thirteen year old will ever know and voice, "it's never going to boil down to an excuse to hide behind a cultural mandate that makes it alright to leer at another human being like a slab of meat. On Artemis above, man, there's more than enough of this shame outside, in the streets. You disgrace yourself with that look more than she ever could as a slave to fashion."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She moves to Dante, leaning up to murmur in his ears, in perfectly fluent Romani.

Thomas Judge: Wow, a samll gathering, We have Joce. A faint smile quickly hidden again. Than, Meg lil' shy chick, Willette the bitch. A scowl at spoting her, a few deep breathes and a deeper drag off his cough. And new blood, looks like a gang up though/ He shrugs, big deal, he heads to a bench near the group, but not to it, knowing him he step in there feet hitting mouth and just piss everyone off.

Dante Lacostos (PT): He listens to Reyna intently, eyes closing in near bliss at hearing his language. Granted, he hasn't seen what the pena is wearing...

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Dante Lacostos (PT): ~Rom~ "You've angered the wrong people, brother. I'd suggest, perhaps, a very hasty packpedal. Work your charm."

Thomas Judge: ((but not to it = but not to close to them))

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She gets it suddenly, even as they argue the point. No matter what he says, she's still just like when he found her. That's been proven by the man's look tonight. She pushes her hair back behind her ear with fingertips, debating for a moment telling them all to go straight to hell*

Meg Psiharis: Meg seems more than ready to push this situation away. Her mood is sour, bitter even, and she makes no pretense to hide her true feelings. She jerks a nod up to the new woman, and to the men before she begins to head off after Jocelyn. The stiffness in her somewhat broad shoulders and the decidedly protective streak showing plainly suggests she has little faith that this lone woman will make it through the gauntlet - so to speak - as easily without somebody to watch over her, even if it is from a few paces off.

Dante Lacostos (PT): His eyes open slowly and he glances at Reyna, eyes widening slightly as he takes in her rather inappropriate clothing. "Pena," he murmurs, nodding before turning his eyes back ot the others. "I can only beg forgiveness. It has been a good, long time, since I've truly been in the wider world. And the woman is lovely. I was wrong, however, in how I looked at her. Very wrong."

Thanos Augustus - Night -: d10: Self control wp: 3,7,1,2,

Thanos Augustus - Night -: He takes a deep breath and his fists clench inside his pockets a slight growl echos up from his throat as he turns away from Dante begining to walk away. and in a more friendly tone. "Night meg, I'll see ya." a nod to her but taking a different path.

Thomas Judge: He looks over the group, everyone seems a little tense here, that much you can tell, everyone forming off into groups. He stands, a deeper drag off his cough, Thanos will give him a straight answer and he walks over to him

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She takes a step back from Dante, nodding a little to his words. Thaaat's better...

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Per+Alertness: 8,4,4,3,7,9,

Thomas Judge: "Hey Than wait up china!" Yep the cockney just annoced his presense to all, what the hell right!

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She glances around as she moves back, and her eyes fall on Thomas. Oh, HO. She raises an eyebrow, watching him rather blatently.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her head snaps up, breath held a moment, head turned very slowly*

Meg Psiharis: "Tell it to -her-," she replies over her shoulder. As if it were that obvious. Frankly it is, at least to her by the look of it. She shrugs up again, turning and jogging to catch up to Joc. Seems that with her frizzy hair and not a drop of makeup, all of the attention has turned inside and outside - to real opinions, even if it usually ends up pissing somebody off. Usually herself.

Dante Lacostos (PT): "I, am dilo, very dilo." He sighs and palms his face, turning fully to Reyna, regarding her with the utmost respect. "Sastimos, Pena."

Thanos Augustus - Night -: He turns to tom with a snap of muscles already coiled. but then relaxes and takes a deep breath. "You don't have the sense you were born with you know that?" he says shaking his head his voice and features still taught he slows down but doesn't stop.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Easy enough to catch up, since she seems frozen mid step for several seconds*

Thanos Augustus - Night -: d10: Self Control WP: 6,3,6,5,

Thomas Judge: He is quite aware the Willette is looking, but she pissed him off so much last time he isn't giving her the time of day, fuck her alright. "Wat the fuck is goin' on china, how come all the ladies are pissed off?" A drag on his cough and a grin "Robin to see ya by the way!"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Sastimos, baro." She smiles to him.

Meg Psiharis: "Hey," she calls ahead to Joc, not too loudly. There's no concern for how it looks to have an eccentric girl catching up as if to make things somehow better. She's knit into concern now anyway, stopping just at the edge of arm's reach from the woman. "You alright?"

Dante Lacostos (PT): The sound of the Romani lights his scarred face and he sighs, though his eyes do flick over her slowly. "You are...oddly dressed, pena."

Thanos Augustus - Night -: "Pissed for good reason", he says finally unclenching his fists within his pockets. "Just some idiot with no respect, see's meat on a plate you know the kind?" he half says half growls.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Her gaze goes back to Thomas, smirking a little...his pointed attempt to ignore her is bringing a grin to her face.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I call it, 'blending in.'" She shrugs, keeping her eyes on the Cockney. "Incredibly useful talent."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Her attention is thankfully torn away, eyes taking in Meg a full second before giving her a half nod again* Hey. Yeah. *Her eyes dart to Dante and Reyna, then Thanos and Tom, and finally back to her* Just fine. Why?

Thomas Judge: He looks round at the other male there, "He pick on them girls over there." He points to Meg and Joce, a fire in his eyes.

Meg Psiharis: "Come on," she suggests lightly, giving a nod down the path. Any one that can curve and take them away from the group, really. "What's say we high tail it from the drama? I'm Megaera, by the way - " she offers her hand, and a tight, still not really calmed down smile. "and I'm not -actually- supposed to be out alone at this hour anyway. Wanna walk with me?"

Dante Lacostos (PT): "One I am not good at, pena. The pants though..." he shakes his head, expression disapproving.

Thanos Augustus - Night -: "Leave it, he'll get what's coming, but not this night." it's evident that thanos likes it about as much as tom does.

Jocelyn Pasqual: ((brb. switching comps))

Thomas Judge: "I know them two lasses. There nice folk." He finally looks to Willette, a smirk there before he looks back to Thanos "You off buddy?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You have much to learn in the ways of this place, I think. What is marime to you and me, is acceptable to the gadje. And the better you blend in, the more you can see."

Thanos Augustus - Night -: "Going somewhere that doesn't stink so bad." he says and though there's still anger in his voice an amused grin comes to his face dispite. "I know meg too, and I know, but it doesn't help to be a fool tom, not this time anyway."

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She shrugs a bit* Not the look that pisses me off. It's the whole no self respect so I deserve to be treated like that bullshit. *A little louder, perhaps, than is strictly necessary. Her eyes flicker away again, before she nods slowly at Meg* Yeah. You look kinda young to be out by yourself.

Dante Lacostos (PT): "So I've been told. Something my teachers have tried to pound into my skull." He sighs. "Truthfully, the girl was lovely and my look was covetous. But she is not my type."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She winks at Thomas as he looks her way. Just a little Heya.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Do not covet what you don't want," she says, patting the man's shoulder. "Don't forget...Gadje Gadjensa, Rom Romensa."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Dante Lacostos (PT): ((In other words, Gaje with Gaje, Rom with Rom.))

Thomas Judge: He looks to Thanos "Me a fool, shame on you." He flashes that cockney grin "Am gonna wander over an see how Willette is handlin' the situation, don't worry Than, tis all robin." He winks and turns heading towards Reyna and Dante.

Dante Lacostos (PT): He chuckles. "It is not so much that she is gaje, pena, that she is not my type," he murmurs, flushing just a touch.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: d10: Twist Tong-Gift-WP: 4,5,3,5,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks to Thomas as he approaches, calling out a greeting in what sounds like a very warm Enochian.

Meg Psiharis: "Age is just a number, right?" She grins, easing a little in relief to find something of a kindred spirit - a woman not quite beaten into submission. Take that, Patriarchy? She bobs a nod and starts to walk again, not too quick to leave Joc behind. "Self respect...well, you know the saying. Book, cover. Yadda. Whatever. plenty of people assume I have no self respect just because I didn't pick up a stupid brush today. And there's only one thing you can do to that kind of person."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Thomas Judge: ~Enoch~ "I'm playin' this guy, Tommy Boy, making him thing I'm a gypsy to teach him a lesson about respect. Please don't blow my cover. " All said like a greeting.

Thanos Augustus - Night -: "You have fun with that" he says shaking his head "I'll see you, don't go getting yourself in more trouble ok." he claps tom on the shoulder before patting his leg getting Karos back in tow and starts off again.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *She looks over her shoulder again, heart stopping cold at something, looking certainly more beaten than she did a few moments ago* Castration via rusty spoon? *Looking to Meg again*

Meg Psiharis: "I was gonna say, prove them wrong," she offers with a shrug, and holds out a hand toward the older woman. She's stopped, concerned at the sudden change in her. In getting all protective and concerned for Joc, the anger of previous minutes is ebbing away quickly for the mostpart.

Thomas Judge: His head tilts, how could she. Wait, the trip to Eygt, mouth of the body or something, that could explain it, must expalin it, otherswise she has been putting in some serious time with folk he like to meet. He does nod though, refreshing to hear the language spoken by another. He looks to say something and shifts the topic , he can play "Evenin'." He says to them both, a polite bow to Reyna

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. That too. You want a smoke? *Bag shrugged off again to be rooted around in*

Dante Lacostos (PT): "Sastimos." He nods slowly to Thomas, studying him, his body moving subtly, placing himself between the Gaje and the odd pena.

Thomas Judge: He smiles, reaching out to the symphony, altering it and finding that first language, the basis of them all

Thomas Judge: d10: Lore Translate (WP): 9,4,1,3,3,9,

Thomas Judge: d10: Willpower: 6,10,5,8,3,9,4,4,

Thomas Judge: ((Awareness rolls))

Meg Psiharis: "I don't, actually." She grins a touch, easing steadily in the company of another female. There's not the same tension as there always is around men. "My mother? She'd beat my butt red if it ever got back to her." This is something of an exaggeration, a harmless joke really.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Sastimos, Mr. Judge." She grins at him a little, letting Dante get in the way.

Jocelyn Pasqual: Don't want that. *Glancing to the three again as she takes one out for herself*

Thomas Judge: "Yeah, sounds robin to me" He looks Dante up and down, a slight grin turning in the corner of his lips as he pulls out a cough, putting it in his mouth and lighting it "Don't fret china am all robin."

Dante Lacostos (PT): His brow arches as Thomas peruses him and he rubs one hand into the creases there.

Meg Psiharis: "Exactly. So, you looked all stressed out earlier. Forget something?" From one great subject to the next, hmm? Her curious streak seems more like prodding to distract the woman than anything, turn her attention away from the guys.

Jocelyn Pasqual: No. I haven't forgotten a thing. *Digging for a lighter, making a point to flash a smile at the girl* Guy problems. You know how it is. They say they're gonna call, and then don't. *Rolling her eyes*

Thomas Judge: "So you hail from Romania then china, robin for you, is it all creepy castles dark cliffs an fog surrounded as they show in all the vamp films on the telly, doubt it but you never can tell like, most folk think bobbies where them silly hats an it's all cuppa teas chain back over the pond, but there well off the mark, save in the posh parts of london, but then it is half for the torists anyroad cos it is wat they wanna see?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Perhaps I should make introductions, baro," she murmurs to Dante. "This is Thomas Judge." gesturing to the man.

Dante Lacostos (PT): "Mr. Judge." He nods to the man slowly, watching him warily all the time.

Meg Psiharis: "Why bother?" she shrugs, walking on in no real hurry. "With them, I mean. There are a few good ones, but really? Meh. They're trained early on to be jerks and be rewarded or tolerated for it. I like to call the process elementary school."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She looks at Thomas. "Thomas...not all Romani are from Romania." That seems to be what she got from his statement, at least.

Jocelyn Pasqual: *Laughing, head shaking as she lights her cigarette, taking a deep drag and letting it out before answering* Yeah, but they're good for a few things. Even the bad ones can be made usefull, you know?

Dante Lacostos (PT): Dante nods his agreement with Reyna. "I, personally, was born in the US."

Thomas Judge: He smiles at Reyna "Aye that me, the big man, big brother, just not in the house they 'ave, you get me jist gov." The more Dante watches him warily the more he seems to be in his face.

Thomas Judge: He nods "So you also a Gypsy." The way he states it suggest he already knows Reyna is one, I mean she may as well be, she does live in a van.

Dante Lacostos (PT): Dante's eyes go wide. "What did you call me, Gaje?"

Meg Psiharis: Meg shrugs lightly, not an uncommon sight. "Shouldn't be about putting them to use. Even if a lot of them deserve a lot less than respect... you don't scold a feral dog for not being house trained. On that train of thought, you also don't invite in to the house, much less the bedroom. Just tell me for serious that you're not hung up over some jerk that can't bother with common decency for you? I've got high hopes, here."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: Oops. She puts a hand on Dante's shoulder, to calm him down. "The appropriate term is Rroma or less correct, Romani or Rom, Thomas. Gypsy to our people is like you called a black man a nigger." She says it matter-of-factly.

Dante Lacostos (PT): The tall, scarred young man is trembling lightly, his muscles hard beneath Reyna's fingers, hands clenching into fists.

Thomas Judge: He looks at his hands then to his face a grin the whole while "Sorry gov, gets confusin', not too robin with the tongue, am sure yer a 'merry old soul'."

Jocelyn Pasqual: No. Of course not. *Another glance to the three, then back to Meg* No. Kinda guy I'm going to get hooked up with is going to be an angel. *Flashing another smile, looking more relaxed now* So what are you doing out in the middle of the night?

Jocelyn Pasqual: *One could call it amused, almost. She takes in the now trembling Dante, another long drag off her cigarette as she considers going back over*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She gives Thomas a nod and leans forward, whispering in Dante's ear.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Dante Lacostos (PT): ~Rom~ "Ignorant gadje who know no better, baro. It's wiser to let it go now...rather then let it explode here and now. Even with what I imagine is your temper...especially so."

Dante Lacostos (PT): He rolls his shoulders slowly and leans, briefly, into reyna before nodding, forcing the tension from his frame with a slow breath.

Meg Psiharis: Aren't they out of sight of the three by now, or at least well out of hearing range? Walking for some little while now on the paved path. The whole goal was in fact to seperate the woman and the scarred man, avoiding further conflicts. "An angel? Watch out. Those cherubs are -nasty-." She grins, and tucks wavy brown hair behind her ears. Each of them have three brightly colored plastic earrings in them - green, blue, and purple stars. "I was talking. Found a friend of mine, got to talking. Met an...interesting, new person. I like walking around - New York's full of cool people. There's at least one for every ten helplessly deluded assholes. Wait, sorry - fucktards. Alex taught me that one. It's a cathartic word, isn't it?"

Jocelyn Pasqual: Fucktards. *Cheerfully nodding* Great word. ((i'd thought they'd stopped again while Joce was digging for cigarettes and such.))

Thomas Judge: He keeps the cough in his mouth as he looks to Dante and can feel that rising urge that is the human instinct, that bit of him that is still monkey that doesn't like this one, he got it with Gunther and he is still a cocksucker. "No offense, not like yer lil'Gaje, the term is British for the future, as yers is Rroma, you got that."

Meg Psiharis: (( yes - I thought they'd also gotten a little ways by then, and presumably continued? *confused, parks Meg for the moment while this is all figured out like* ))

Dante Lacostos: "Of course," he says stiffly.

Thomas Judge: That grin stays, he can't help it "You need to limber up china, you'll do yer hammer in like that?"

Dante Lacostos: "China? Hammer?"

Thomas Judge: "Mates back?"

chums: (up for anotha?)

Thomas Judge: "Chain plate, hammer and Tack, cockney man, slang." another drag, Reyna can see he seems to be loving this.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "He's saying, baro, 'You need to relax, friend, or you'll throw your back out.'" Murmured to Dante.

Thomas Judge: ((More the merrier! *g*))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((Always room for Chumble! Kinda like Jello!))

Dante Lacostos: He thumps his fist against his thigh and sighs. "Thank you, pena."

Meg Psiharis: They are indeed out of earshot. The girl is trying not to be too pushy really, but is quietly drawing Jocelyn away into a sort of peace in the park. She smiles now, letting her chatter die down a bit. The watery sounds in the distance, the buzz of the city further away - these living, breathing things take up the space and save her from true silence.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You're welcome."

Thomas Judge: He watches this fist thumping "Sorry gov, don't mean to be mis comminucatin' with ya, can speak yer lingo if you want, in fact I'd be kinda 'opin' it was all a big misunderstandin' that pissed all these folk off, normally only I 'ave that effect as yer no-doubt experiencing right now at this lemon." THen he speaks Enochian to Reyna, warm and freindly

Wendy Berber: *the twiggy teenager moves into the park, nose in a book, one hand rubbing at the back of her neck as she tries to stay along the path*

Dante Lacostos: "It was a cultural faux pas, I'm afraid."

Thomas Judge -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: -Enochain-"You want me to leave so you can finish his lesson."

Wendy Berber: **Here we have a fine specimen of Bookwormus Maximus. The girl is average height, and fairly unremarkable in the looks department. A small round face, her black hair is unruly, flipping out above her jaw despite obvious attempts to keep it in check, ink blue eyes blinking from behind thick cat-eye glasses perched on a tiny nose. Meek, definitally, self consciousness clear in every movement of the thin teenager...from the scuff of a small black shoe, to the way she droops narrow shoulders, all but dissappearring in the ratty knit sweater intent on swallowing her upper body. A pleated skirt better suited to an old woman hangs about her knees, meeting the top of white cotton socks, no doubt intended to spare onlookers the sight of her pale chicken legs. A patched canvas bag drags at her hip, laden with books. ((app2))**

Jocelyn Pasqual: *It's a part of the park she's never been in. She looks around, stopping to lean over and grind the cigarette out before pocketing the butt*

Meg Psiharis: There's some quiet appreciation for not littering. Aw. "I guess, it's high time to retreat about now, right? Oh - no wait, you waiting, right?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She responds back to Thomas in the same language with a grin and an easy laugh.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Thomas Judge: ~Enoch~ "I think this lesson's gonna be a while in the making, Tommy Boy. Stay or go. By the way...we should talk."

Dante Lacostos: He lets his eyes wander as Thomas and Reyna converse, fingers touching the scars on his cheek idly.

Thomas Judge: "A cock up, well thats robin then, I 'ave found to my ecpense." He looks to Reyna with this "Woman are not to be mis-treated. I'ave been there gov, made that mistake an 'ave felt it come back 10 fold." He looks into Dante's eyes, his cold blue heavens almost seem to see into his soul "An I don't wanna be yer 10 fold, trust me china, Dante went through hell to write his book, you better bring a pad along if you keep it up." He pats his shoulder "But till then, strike one." He smiles then no grin

Dante Lacostos: d10: : 2,2,3,9,5,4,8,

Dante Lacostos: He frowns softly, eyes sliding over Wendy and then away, back up to Thomas' face with a sigh. "It was a matter of my not understanding how ga...non rroma women can treat themselves with so little respect as to parade their bodies for any man to see."

Jocelyn Pasqual: Yeah. Waiting. *Half a nod, looking back over her shoulder*

Wendy Berber: *she's somehow wandered off the path,tree root imminent ... cue trip in 5..4...3...2..*

Meg Psiharis: "You want to go back?" The question is the most tentative one she's been heard to ask yet.

Wendy Berber: d10: dex ath ineptitude: 3,9,5,

Jocelyn Pasqual: Huh? *Head shaking* No. Why stir shit up, you know? Might go see if I can find a decent cup of coffee someplace, then go home I'm thinking. How 'bout you?

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She's standing there, listening to Thomas & Dante speak, with a little grin on her face.

Wendy Berber: Gwauwk! *she exclaims suddenly, to catching and sending her book flying in a flutter of pages, she weebles.. she wobbles.. she flails bonily.. but she stays UP, arms spread out around her, glasses askew*

Wendy Berber: (toe..cathing)

Wendy Berber: (catching! Graaar!)

Thomas Judge: A raised eyebrow "So where's yer respect not to look, or you livin' a male dominated society gov. You said you were born in the US, sop look about at US fashion mate, climatise yerself, fucks sake, you walk around doin' that an one of these lassess is gonna bitch slap you from 'ere." He points to the distance "To right over there." A shake of his head "Don't mean you look at 'im like it is a plate of Bacon an eggs!"

Meg Psiharis: "Probably skip the coffee and get home. My allowance is spent for the next few weeks," she admits with a grin. "I know this awesome guy - not a jerk by any normal means. I am weak, and cave in to books all the time."

Jocelyn Pasqual: Books... *A slight dreamy tone* ((gaah. have to zip out for a second. brb))

Dante Lacostos: "I was born in the United States and I was raised in a very...restrictive environment by your standards." he shrugs. "Our women, with the exception of this pena, here," he says, indicating Reyna with a warm, respectful smile. "Dress to cover..."

Wendy Berber: *now that she's certain her face isn't about to have an abrupt introduction to ground, she takes the oppurtunity to look about, already cringing. with any luck....she was alone in the park....*

Wendy Berber: d10: per alert: 6,4,2,7,8,

Meg Psiharis: "Exaaactly," she replies with a silly grin and a similar dreamy tone.

Thomas Judge: "So do the muslems. Doens't mean every woman that ain't covered up ain't a peice of meat....well a few are but there only in certyain parts of town, an they 'ave botchy legs, an will chew gum an are lookin' for tricks, chich ave only recently found out meant that cos back over the pond we say hows tricks as a greetin' so I kinda did sum offendin' right there."

Wendy Berber: *and promptly turns red. nope. no luck. she swallows and twists her fingers in her ratty sweater, glasses hastily adjusted*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: A little grin is sent toward Dante at the comment about her inappropriateness. Yes, this one's a minx and a half.

Dante Lacostos: "We're not that repressive." He shakes his head. "A pena is a treasure, yes? She is something to be cherished and protected with your life. But she is also not for anyman's eyes."

Wendy Berber: *her book... she glances to dante. oh dear. the little kin approaches quietly, eyes on the book just behind him. no need to disturb anyone.... she'd just getthe book..*

Thomas Judge: He stares at him, can't quite get "If you were a caveman you just knock'em out with a big stick an drag 'em back to yer cave. Any woman that you call yers is to be protected but not for anymans eyes, welcome to the 21 century, as a nutty tattoo freak who has guns and chucks gears the crazy silly...Anyroad woman can walk round topless if they want, there was this whole movement like 50 years ago, wait till summer, bikini tops, skimpy outfits." He grins, "It will be an outrage to yer senses!"

Dante Lacostos: "It is an outrage to the woman's dignity," he murmurs softly.

Wendy Berber: *it looks like he's about to step back on her book, eyes getting wide behind her bottle cap glasses.. she opens her mouth then closes it.. then opens it again.. crouching down behind him and saying quietly* Um.. Hi. um.. Excuse me?

Dante Lacostos: He blinks and turns slowly, crouching to help Wendy pick up her book. "Here you are."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Cultural differences," she murmurs with a shrug.

Thomas Judge: He shakes his head, and see's how he helps Wendy "There, thats the way!"

Thomas Judge: He takes a moment to speak that lovley language of his to Renya, Enochain

Thomas Judge -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: -Enochain- "What do you want to talk about?"

Wendy Berber: um. thank you.. *she ducks her head, taking the book.. "Cultural wasteland - an in depth look at postmodern and new age culture" and saying quietly* um.. Sorry Sir. *she looks to tom, blushing,, uncertain whether he's talking to her or not, she pulls the book to her chest*

Dante Lacostos: He blinks and touches the top of the book lightly, standing as Wendy gather's it to her chest. "Is it a good book?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Thomas Judge: ~Enoch~ "Listen...we've been through a lot of problems lately. I think we need to discuss them sometime. Are you comfortable with that?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She answers back in the same, pleasant as before.

Thomas Judge: He smiles to Wendy "Nah pet, don't fret want talkin' to you, be careful with them captains." Before turning back to Reyna and switching tougnes flawlessly, just like her.

Thomas Judge -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: -Enoch-"We have, pending your not trying to kill me like you said would happen then yes I'am more than happy to discuss them."

Wendy Berber: *she blinks and pushes up her glasses with a finger, head ducked. she considers, scuffing the ground* um.. well.. Its an interesting book.. i guess. *she doesn't sound so sure on the "good" part however, she curls into herself a little as Tom calls her pet. she wasn't sure what he was saying... so he was likely making fun of her*

Thomas Judge: He nods to Reyna before answering, also all peaches and cream from him, looks like there having freindly banter.

Dante Lacostos: "Ignore the...Brit...He's hard to understand," he murmurs, feeling sorry for the skinny little thing. "How is it interesting?"

Wendy Berber: um.. well.. Its an examination of current societal progress and the effects of technology on cultural attitudes.. its um.. well.. its interesting.. but its ..um.. written all from one point of veiw. *she spares a look up to Dante, then her eyes widen, going hastilly back to the ground before she hastilly adds* Sir.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Thomas Judge: ~Enoch~ "No killing, Jor-El. I am not happy. I think you were inappropriate. But I believe that I reacted overly harsh to you. That was my failure." Damn language, not accounting for owrds like 'shit,' 'fuck-up,' or any of Reyna's other colorful word choices.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: And another response, chuckling.

Thomas Judge: He looks to Dante, most of the humor fading save a small more devishly grinIgnore the brit!

Dante Lacostos: His eyes widen and his brows furrow, forefinger touching Wendy's chin very lightly. "I am no one's...sir."

Thomas Judge: He shakes it off, more pressing concerns than a dumb fuck. He smiles to Reyna and carries on in that lovely language so beatuiful, so majestic.

Wendy Berber: *she lets the stranger do what he would like with her chin, eyes averted behind the thick spectacles, hair in her face. she blushes and says softly* Kay. ..sorry.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ((BACK!!))

Dante Lacostos: He nods, smiling just a touch as he releases her chin to rub at his scarred cheek. "I'm Dante."

Wendy Berber: *her head ducks back down, bookish teenager nodding. she seems to realize after a few awkward moments however, whats missing, and blurts* Um..I'm Wendy Berber.

Dante Lacostos: "Sastimos, Wendy Berber." He nods. Hard to hate someone so timid.

Thomas Judge: ((Back))

Wendy Berber: *Wendy keeps her head ducked,* um. Hi. *a moments pause as she picks grass out of her book and listens, trying to place the languages being spoken around her*

Thomas Judge -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: -Enoch- "Apology accepted, I thought you were a good laugh Willette, shame about that, but forgive an forget, was only words, and I was wrong, but not in the way Alyssa put it."

Wendy Berber: d10: int linguistics: 8,3,4,7,6,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods a little bit to Thomas and murmurs back.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Thomas Judge: "That's your situation...watch out for her. She's cooking something up. Pretty much said as much to me the other day."

Thomas Judge: His head tilts, eyes half close, bollocks, no wonder she wanted to know more and was so nice. He speaks back to Reyna.

Dante Lacostos: "Hi." He chuckles almost lightly and pushes fingers through his hair, pressing the sable strands away from his face.

Thomas Judge -> Reyna Varinia Reiruno: -Enoch- "Thanks for the warning Reyna, you want my number so we can disscuss all this fully later hopefully with some alcohol, get on even terms again?."

Wendy Berber: *she presses her glasses up the bridge of her nose, peering a moment at Reyna and Tom, shuffling a little closer to Dante instinctually. and hence.. she treds his foot*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno -> Thomas Judge: ~Enoch~ "It may be a good idea, yes."

Dante Lacostos: He blinks and slips an arm around Wendy's waist, catching her up against his side as he moves his foot out from under hers.

Thomas Judge: He looks back to Dante and Wendy and flashes Wendy that cockney dazzler as he brings out his mobile messing with it a little and hands it to Reyna "Thats the one."

Wendy Berber: *a gasp, she's already trying to back up and apologize when she's grabbed up, a breif moment of wide eyed "I'm thinking about struggling" before she stays put, redder then she possible has ever been. she bores a hole into the ground with her eyes, swallowing and apologizing quietly* I'm so so sorry sir. *she's practically flinching*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She takes the phone and looks at it, pulling her own mobile out and programming it in. She hands Tom's phone back with a nod. "Perfect."

Dante Lacostos: "Its alright." He lets her go and steps back moving closer to Reyna. "I simply iddn't want you to fall."

Thomas Judge: He takes the phone back looking to Reyna "Well robin to get that sorted." He looks to Dante and Wendy, his gaze resting on Dante the longest "I best be off, 'ave to see a man 'bout a dog. Take care all an Dante, welcome to New york!" A big grin as he turns to walk away

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She glances over with a smile as Dante steps closer.

Wendy Berber: *She nods as she's set back to rights and let go of... of course that was it nerdo her face on fire as she curls her hands in her sweater, her book held close.*.. um.. thank you. *she looks to thomas and nods, but she hadn't introduced herself.. nor he ..so it'd be rude to say goodbye*

Dante Lacostos: "Thank you," he calls to Thomas. "Baxt!" A pause. "Pena, this is Wendy. Wendy this is my pena...Um." He blinks.

Wendy Berber: *the cherry colored girl peers up through thick bottle glasses, stepping away from Dante and reyna with a bit of a stumble backwards.. she's graceful as a ballerina this one.. *um. Hello.

Thomas Judge: He wanders off, another cough put in his mouth, smoke trialing him as his form disappears down the path.

Thomas Judge: ((THanks for the scene all, much fun had *rubs hands together* Hugs alround*))

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Reyna," she says with a smile.

Dante Lacostos: ((Bye babes!))

Dante Lacostos: "Forgive me, Pena." His dark skin flushes slightly and he nods respectuflly.

Wendy Berber: *if she keeps that much red in her face she's surely going to pass out, girl tugging her sweater down further over her hips, she blurts lamely* um.. I should go now.

Wendy Berber: um thank you for .. catching my book.. um.. nice to meet you both... *she continues, book hugged tight*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "No apology necessary. Sastimos, Wendy."

Dante Lacostos: "You don't have to leave, Wendy. Truly."

Wendy Berber: *and so she stops her backing. she's been told to stay. head hung low, shifts from foot to foot, then stands still, nodding..* kay.

Dante Lacostos: "Nor do you have to say. You can do whatever you want to. Stay. Go. Your choice." He chuckles, lips tugging up into a crooked grin.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She nods in agreement to Dante.

Wendy Berber: *her eyes get wide.. oh god.. damned if she does and damned if she doesn't.. she ..was it rude not to stay? no.. no she'd..kinda.. been dismissed.. she speaks softly* um.. I'm sorry.. I.. have to go now.. um.. nice meeting you.

Dante Lacostos: He blinks. "It was nice meeting you too, Wendy. Be well."

Wendy Berber: Thank you.. uh.. Goodbye. *she backs up a bit, stumbles, then turns and skitters away, careful not to make eyecontact or for god sakes Run.*

Dante Lacostos: "Strange little rikla," he murmurs.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Good day, Wendy." She looks to Dante and nods. "You get all types among the gadje here in New York."

Dante Lacostos: "The gaje are going to drive me insane," he mutters, pushing fingers through his hair.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "You'll get used to them," she says with a chuckle. "It's culture shock at first, baro, I know. But once you get past that...and that is a feat...you'll be much more at ease."

Dante Lacostos: "I'm not a baro, pena. My papa, is though." he chuckles.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Well, I don't see him around...so you're the closest thing in the immediate vicinity." She winks at him.

Dante Lacostos: "Point taken. But what good is a baro without a kumpania?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "A kumpania is more then one. I see two."

Dante Lacostos: "So now you are under my protection, eh?" He chuckles.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Oh, I was not talking long term, Dante," she says with a grin. "I meant here and now, in this current situation."

Dante Lacostos: "Thank Danae...I don't think I could handle a pena like you," he says, giving her a respectful but disbelieving once over. "A pena in pants. So odd."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: She smirks. "I really, REALLY don't think you could."

Dante Lacostos: "I think you would have me pulling my hair out within days."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Try hours, pral." She grins and bumps her shoulder against him. "If that."

Dante Lacostos: He laughs, the sound bright and unfettered, easy. "Beautiful and dilo. I like it."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Completely on both ends." She winks to him.

Dante Lacostos: (Sorry bout that)

Dante Lacostos: "So, Reyna..Pena...What is there to do in this down that won't get me into too much trouble."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "That depends, pralo, on what you'd like to do." She grins. "You can do just about anything you want in this city."

Dante Lacostos: "That is a truly disturbing thought." He laughs and bumps his shoulder to hers. He grins brightly."This is the first time I've been truly at ease since I got here."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Well, I'm glad I can set you at ease," she says with a chuckle. Silly puppy.

Dante Lacostos: "You're familia of course you set me at ease...while at the same time confusing the heck out of me."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Yeah, I usually have that reaction, Rroma or gadje." She grins.

Dante Lacostos: "Its the pants. You would look exquisite in skirts. With a proper blouse and shawl," he says, laughing, daring a little wink at her, though it looks as if that makes him just a little uncomfy.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "No, no, no." She shakes her head. "No shawl and skirt for me. Makes it much harder to ply my trade."

Dante Lacostos: "Your trade? What scam are you running on hte gaje?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ~Rom~ "Just a little leaf for the gadje to burn."

Dante Lacostos: He throws back his head and laughs at that, offering her his arm. ~Rom~ "Naughty, naughty pena."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ~Rom~ "Naughty's my best feature." She takes the offered arm and starts walking. ~Rom~ "Hell, most of the people in this city don't even know I'm Rroma. They think I'm just another gadje from across the southern border."

Dante Lacostos: ~Rom~ "You could be gaje. Spanish, most definitely," he says, chuckling, stroking the back of her hand with a lazy finger, nothing to it other then touch.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ~Rom~ "I could be, yes. Very convincing, don't you think?" She winks to Dante, moving along with him...not shying from his touch.

Dante Lacostos: He nods, looking around quietly, content for the moment. ~Rom~ "There are no other familia here that you've seen?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ~Rom~ "One. I haven't seen her in some time, though. A pena from Scotland, working as a prostitute."

Dante Lacostos: He blinks. ~Rom~ "From Scotland?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ~Rom~ "From Scotland. No, you have nothing to worry about from that end. She's not black Scot, so to speak."

Dante Lacostos: ~Rom~ "Interesting." He shrugs. "I've never met familia from scotland."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ~Rom~ "Nice girl." She lights a cigarette, offering Dante one. "Dunno what happened to her."

Dante Lacostos: He shakes his head, nose wrinkling. "No thank you."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: The cigarette case is put away and she lights up...whatever it is, it ain't regular tobacco. "So what brought you to New York? besiudes the opportunity for such pleasant culture clash, that is..."

Dante Lacostos: He shrugs idly. "Rumors of family," he says, frowning slightly.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ~Rom~ "Ahh, but which family, is the question?" She waggles her eyebrows at him.

Dante Lacostos: ~Rom~ "The gaje kind that tend to like parks."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ahhh, that one." She nods. "Lots of 'em problin' around."

Dante Lacostos: "Wrong park," he asks, chuckling, glancing over at her.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Hmmm..." She raises an eye. "You sure about that? Which park you mean?"

Dante Lacostos: "I'm not sure. Wonderin that's all." He grins.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: ~Rom~ "You're lookin' for about 60 blocks that way," she says with a chuckle, pointing toward uptown.

Dante Lacostos: "Huh." He shrugs. "I'm dilo."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "What makes you say that, pralo?" She looks over at Dante, head cocked curiously.

Dante Lacostos: "Because I'm in the wrong park, pena." He shrugs lazily, chuckling.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Ahh, happens all the time." She smirks. "Very common first mistake."

Dante Lacostos: "You hungry?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "I could use a bite to eat, sure." She nods with a shrug.

Dante Lacostos: He nods and slips his fingers into the diklo, smiling when he feels the cash. "CHeap and its on me, pena."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "That works," she answers with a laught, leaning against the other lightly for a moment.

Dante Lacostos: He blinks, startled and returns the lean, glancing over at her. "So. Is there somewhere around here that serves decent, cheap food?"

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Right across the park. Decent, very. Sheep, yep. You'll love it, and hate the atmosphere, I bet.

Dante Lacostos: "Why will I hate the atmosphere, pena," he asks warily.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Because it's prone to park-goers who show themselves off in inappropriate fashion," she says with a chuckle, bumping her hip against his. "But the food's good."

Dante Lacostos: "Then I suppose I will have to keep my eyes on my pena and on my food and pretend that the gaje do not exist."

Reyna Varinia Reiruno: "Sounds good to me." Che chuckles and leads him out of the park, toward the diner.

Dante Lacostos: ((Annnnnd Restaurant!))

BATTERY CAFE

Reyna Varinia Reiruno [Battery Cafe]: She moves on in at Dante's side, pushing through the door of the cafe. The Coyote Girl is actually ina farily good mood...and hey, that's a good change.

Smithy: *public washrooms. faaaantastic. she's scrubbing at her teeth with a finger in the mirror,urination process having already taken place. she grins, she'd kinda liked it better when she got to freak out the skin head.. now this game aspect was..well.. no fun anymore. *

Dante Lacostos (PT): He looks around the cafe warily, staying close to Reyna's side, his hand still playing against the back of hers where its tucked against his elbow.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno [Battery Cafe]: "Come on," she says with a chuckle, leading Dante to the counter. "Trust me, you'll like the food."

Smithy: *she snarls at herself in the mirror. god damnit.. a bit of tonguing her gums in vain. whatever was in there was in there good. fuckit.. the bathroom door's shouldered open, announcing to herself in a robotic voice* Waste disposal - complete. *white eyes look around for her booth*

Dante Lacostos (PT): "I trust you, Pena. And I think that should worry me." He chuckles, pushing his free hand from his hair, away from his scarred face.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno [Battery Cafe]: "Yes, it very much should." She winks at him and looks at the menu, getting ready to order.

Smithy: d10: per alert: 4,2,9,6,6,

Dante Lacostos (PT): He blinks at the wink and blushes, rubbing his fingers against his scars, eyes turning up to the menu.

Dante Lacostos (PT): d10: per alert: 2,1,7,3,7,9,4,

Dante Lacostos (PT): "Did I just see a naked..." He trails off slowly and turns, scanning the cafe.

Smithy: *ah. there was an empty booth. she all but throws herself into it with a clank of metal and an enthusiastic bounce of fake breasts. upon snatching the menu and looking at it, she scans the place with those creepy floating pupils and her face breaks into an ever widening smile*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno [Battery Cafe]: d10: Per+Alert: 2,4,7,6,2,2,

Reyna Varinia Reiruno [Battery Cafe]: She glances over at Smithy, blinking. What she says in Romani roughly translates into Oh, HELL no.

Dante Lacostos (PT): ~Rom~ "And the gaje wonder why i have issues with them," he mutters disgustedly, eyes fixing on Smithy.

Smithy: Hello CHupa Cabraaaa *she rolls everything to the extreme, hands in her coat immediately, diving for her boomsticks, a clack as they're both cocked. the mad gunsmith grinning like its her birthday*

Reyna Varinia Reiruno [Battery Cafe]: ~Rom~ "Careful. This one is DANGEROUS." She smiles and placs her order...clam chowder today.

Dante Lacostos (PT): ~Rom~ "Dilo, fucking gaje." He sighs and turns back to the counter, ordering a gyro.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno [Battery Cafe]: ~Rom~ "Very." She watches Smithy warily as the food is prepped.

Smithy: *she grins maniacly and cracks her jaw, a twang before she goes back to reading the menu. what? she still required a food up. she orders the usual in a croak to the passing waitress* Wench, burger, cheese, fries. Beer? *the waitress shakes her head* pppf. lame.. Coke. *her eyesbrows wraggle to Reyna* Heya Hulk.

Dante Lacostos (PT): ~Rom~ "She is armed, yes?" He leans, very lightly into reyna, eyes half on Smithy.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno [Battery Cafe]: ~RON~ "I believe so. She was a while back, no reasdon for her to change now..."

Dante Lacostos (PT): He nods and lazily adjusts the way his diklo sits, giving him easier access to the front pocket of his trousers.

Smithy: hey motherfucker! *she's being... ingnored? she streeetches with a twank, blood boiling out of side as she does so, head cracked painfully sideways, like a broken marionette* joo up for round 2?

Dante Lacostos (PT): Dante's eyes widen and then narrow as Smithy begins bleeding.

Reyna Varinia Reiruno [Battery Cafe]: "In your dreams, zombie-bait," she smirks at Smithy and movies to her seat with Dante.