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*butten pressed* !Ka-pow! [deleated]

OOC: We now return you to your regularly scheduled program, already in progress.

Kyvan returns to the table, keys in hand.

"Lucky for me, there were some rooms left," he says, smiling, "Now, I'm sure Kathryn and Rayne want to freshen up now that they've thawed out."

He hands Kathryn and Rayne each a key.

"Follow me and I'll show you where the rooms are."

Barnard juggles, a look of intense concentration on his face as he splits his focus between controlling the wind currents and his juggling tricks (the juggling he is doing is serious amateur level).

Rayne wasn

OOC: Comments retracted for the sake of peace and the RP. Now, let's get back to the important stuff!

IC:

He glares a little at the kit's back as Kyvan leads him and Kathryn to the rooms. Pretty smart of him to get them out of the room and away from him. He'd have to delay his interragation, if it ever came to that. The boy had definitely reacted to his comment about "miscreants", the small signs sticking out like blood stains on a white dress to him. Twitchy ears under some circumstances pointed to someone trying to keep their composure. He'd questioned his fair share of criminals back in Sanctuary City, and they all did that when they were nervous, trying to bluff their way out of being punished for their crimes.

Still, his conscience stirred a little when he remembered this was a kit he was intimidating. The lad, despite acting suspiciously, was probably cold, hungry, and tired. Now he'd added a touch of fear to that mix. The poor kit was probably terrified of him now.

He put his head in his hands and sighed. He needed to stop being so damn paranoid. It was partly the reason he'd got kicked out of the guard; he kept seeing threats that weren't there and one time it led to a fight. He was forced to admit to his superiors, and the Adjucators (sp?) that he'd had no proof of ill intent... only a nagging feeling that his opponent was planning to do something bad to him. Feelings counted for little in the court. He was formally discharged and told to find himself some other form of employment. It was only because he'd saved most of his money that he'd managed to hold on this long. Life just wasn't going right for him right now, and he wasn't sure how he was going to fix it.

He perked up a bit when the waitress brought him his order. He smiled (quite an effort with his mood), thanked her, and handed over a generous tip. He'd been brooding enough tonight; now was the time to relax, enjoy his meal, and try to forget all about the kit who showed up. He'd learn all he wanted to know soon enough, hopefully without having to resort to fear. It hadn't helped him much anyway.

Kyvan waves Rayne silent until they get to the rooms. In the hall before the rooms he turns around.

"That one's yours, Kathryn," he says, pointing, "I'd like to speak to you after you have a chance to relax, though. Rayne, you're in here with me. There were only two rooms left and I'm not walking home in this.

"Now, before either of you get any ideas," Kyvan says, turning serious, "This is on my tab, so I'm on the hook for any damages to the rooms. Please leave it as you find it. I'll be heading back down to the bar in a little while. Come back down when you feel refreshed."

He waves to Kathryn and opens the room that he and Rayne will share. The walk in and Kyvan closes and locks the door.

"Rayne," he says, turning around, "I think it's time for the truth now. No matter what trouble you're in, I will not turn you in. But I need to know what I'm dealing with."

Kyvan walks over to the fireplace and stokes up the meager flames burning there.

Falcon smiles at the barmaid as well, and settles in to snack until Kyvan and the kits return. "Smooth as ever, eh, Adam? Just 'cause the kit's hiding sommat doesn't mean he's a criminal. Something odd about him, yes - his aura was wide open, as I'm sure you noticed - but all the weird pieces don't add up to miscreant, at all. Even bad kits can read."

Barnard runs out of Lux testing himself against the storm. Wind comes in through the door, drawing a few annoyed looks (on top of the looks he was already getting for being an idiotic show-off). He hustles back inside and manages to kill the wind enough to get the door closed. He moves over toward the bar and flicks a copper ring onto the counter with slightly less than his characteristic flare, it wobbles around its perimeter instead of spinning upright on a single point.
"J-juice. Warm-m it.", he chatters.

If Aurrin wants to continue participating, let him. He's got a damngood knack for writing and it'd be a shame not to see where he's going with his character.



NO DRAMA QUEENING, PEOPLE. PLEASE.

He turns to the group and says "S-so is this a p-private party, or is can anyone join the c-conversation?"

Andrew looks up at Bernard. "Well, they let me in here, so it says something of their generosity." He said cheerfully, then turned ominous. "Of course, next thing you know, they'll be hounding me to buy the next round. I might have to borrow some... so you're fair game."

What the... Andrew, why must you say whatever comes to mind?! Shut your mouth and learn good humor!"

"A-And what game would that be? I'm pretty good at some games, but they tend to involve pretending to trying to poke holes in other people with sticks. [he touchs the wooden handle of the practice sword at his back]. Do you happen to go in much for that sort of thing? We haven't got room here, and it is a bit nippy out doors at the moment, but if so perhaps we could at least discuss the theory of such matters... if not, then I am sure that whatever had all of your attentions earlier would be a much more interesting subject than whatever else I could suggest."

OOC:
I wouldn't advise that anyone have their character take Barnard up on his offer to discuss swordsmanship... in my hands he would tend to be rather a geyser of theories on the subject (half of which, I, the player, would get wrong, which would be embarrising to say the least).

"So... I'm not the only one to notice." He sighed. "I'm trying to get better, I really am... I just don't know what's gotten into me these days... I wasn't always like this..."

His paw idly traces the lower half of his scar, going a bit into himself. He remembered how he got it. He remembered the punk who thought he could take on a Guardsman by jumping him with five of his buddies. What he didn't remember was how exactly he beat them all senseless in a matter of seconds. If it hadn't been for the healers, some of them might never have recovered. His scar ran deeper than the surface.

"If that lad's in trouble... I hope it's not something deadly... hate to think what would happen to him..." He takes a drink to steady himself. "Too many predators out there, even among our own kind. We like to think we're better than the humans, but sometimes I think we're just a tad wiser. God knows how far apart we really are inside..."

[please ignore, misread a post.]

Rayne looked around the room timidly. He was cornered, he

Kyvan turned from the fire.

"You don't know?" he said, a little taken back, "You don't know what kind of trouble you're in?"

Kyvan moved over to the bed and sat down on it, shaking his head.

"Lad," he said, smiling slightly, "That's the worst kind. Well, let's start from the beginning and see what we can figure out. Where do you come from? And don't give me any story about another part of the Seven Villages, since we both know that's not true."

This was it then? Sitting down in front of the fire, Rayne took a slow breath, still not taking off the coat

Kyvan gets up and heads over to stand behind Rayne. When the kit's voice falls silent, Kyvan puts a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"Everything will be alright, Con ... Rayne," he says in a soothing, paternal voice, "I'll help you get thru this."

He kneels down next to the boy and uses his hand to gently turn the kit's head to face him.

"I. Will. Help. You," he says, emphasizing every word. "Now, I'm pretty sure he meant for you to head to Sanctuary City if you missed him here. I've been there and I can help you get there if you need to. You can trust me."

He stands up, still with his hand on Rayne's shoulder.

"I'll go see if there are any clothes your size that we can borrow," he says with a grin, "Then you can join us downstairs without your coat."

Kyvan hands Rayne the key to the room.

"Lock the door after I leave and don't open it again unless you hear my voice," he says, serious again.

Kyvan moves to the door, unlocks it and opens the door. He turns back and looks at Rayne, a tear forming in his eye.

OOC: I'll pause there in case Astral wants to add anything.