lawn elitism [kalen, danny, arionna, grace]

Danny
(Awareness)
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (2, 3, 4, 5, 5, 9) ( success x 1 )

Arionna
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (1, 1, 6, 7, 8) ( success x 3 )

Danny
*He yawned while he was standing in line waiting for the books to be returned at the library.  All of them were there, he'd found what he needed fairly quickly when he'd put his mind to it.  The books were in a backpack he'd brought with him, part of an older life, part of a time before his being well, who he was now.

His hair was tied back at the nape of his neck again, it was too hot for jeans so he'd put on a pair of three quarter baggy jeans, a pair of flip flops and a t shirt that said. "Always be yourself, unless you can be Batman. Then always be Batman."*

Arionna
She had this magical skill of appearing. Well..maybe not really, but sometimes it seemed like she just popped up out of no where. She felt him when he came in, knew it was him, and curiosity got the better of her.

Arionna, in a long skirt and a T-shirt, stepped up behind him slowly, her long hair sliding around her face. She reached out and, with one finger, poked his shoulder. That was the extent of her greeting, and well..touching for that matter.

Danny
*He.... swayed, merely took the energy with a shiver at her icy presence, then swayed back slightly as he turned his head.* Returning the books, as promised.

*With his shades up on his head and the way he was dressed he could technically just fit in with the other students here. But now he smiled for Arionna he raised both eyebrows slightly in question.* And how are you today?

Arionna
"I can see." Arionna said softly, letting her eyes wander to the backpack and then back to his face. "You have more time." Though he might have already gleaned what he needed. The smile was an odd thing, though he never seemed the sort to not do so...even given their last encounter. "I have a midterm tomorrow." She said simply, as if that would somehow explain how she felt. "And the library is barren, for now."

Danny
*He sighs softly.* Yeah, that can be a killer. What do you need? I can't promise much but I can allow you access to my netbook, you can do some research on that?

Arionna
She canted her head a little. "I don't need it. I've been reading." She moved to slip her hand into her bag at her side, pulling out the hair she had put into a small container, and handing it to him. "As promised."

Danny
*He took the hair and nodded, then slipped it into his pocket.*
So, coffee after? *It was his turn suddenly and he just handed the books back with a smile, polite, easy going, the librarian didn't seem to mind this approach and he turned then looked at Arionna again.*

Well?

Arionna
"After?" Her brows furrow a little in question. "After what? My studying?" She considered that for a moment and then slowly nodded. "I think I will. And a walk in the woods. I think it clears my head sometimes." But then when he turned and gave her that sort of expectant look, she blinked. "Oh. You meant now?"

Danny
*That had him chuckling.* Yes, now... We'll go get some coffee, find a tree on campus and just sit, that okay by you?

Arionna
She pursed her lips a little, letting her eyes fall to the side for a moment. "Even with what you said before?" He seemed so...unhappy with her previously, it seemed odd that he'd be suggesting they have coffee together. "How is your friend?"

Danny
He's taking a rest. *He smiles, then slowly reaches out one hand, moving to the side of the line with her when the librarian reminded them they were in the way. One hand, and it had a big silver ring on his middle finger with what looked like a light switch on it. Then he smiled again.* That's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about actually, and no, it's not going to be another ripping. Okay?  You game with that?

Arionna
She stepped to the side just before he touched her shoulder, avoiding it. It wasn't a fear of touching, so much as being unaccustomed to it...still. Ari turned slowly to lead him out of the library at the very least. "I was unharmed by it. You're welcome to accompany me. I won't mind it. I certainly don't mind drinking coffee."

Danny
I figured as much, those midterms can kind of keep you awake for a few days. *He smiled though, following her and going with her to grab some coffee.* I know that you were unharmed by it, but I'm not Kalen, I don't just dismiss people without at least taking the time to try and see things from their point of view. I mean, people become what life makes them, and that means that sometimes you cannot control the things around you. Or you just plain old don't learn the same way other people do. *he shrugs.* Specially if you're not one of the kids that fits in to the societal niche that high school kids force upon themselves.

*What did he know? He was beautiful, he was popular, he was a musician, what's not to love?^

Arionna
The university campus is never without a coffee shop, and like all students, Ari knows where to find them. She leads them down the steps of the library, making their way along campus.  "Did you choose to be different?"

Danny
I chose to be me. *He shrugs.* I didn't want to play football, I didn't want to do much more than play music to be honest, that and to read when I could what i could.  But the music I guess helped... *he shrugged.* Did you?

*He kept pace with her, slipping the backpack onto his shoulder on habit, he just seemed to almost fit in, apart from the fact that he was walking with Arionna, and more than a few of the girls and guys on campus around them were turning and looking at the pair of them as they passed.*

Arionna
"No." She expected people to react poorly. The city was less of a problem than her own home. Diversity was tolerated and encouraged, though looks were not foreign.

"The entire purpose of sports is to mimic wartime. It's a method for humans to practice and engage in the centers of our minds which are dedicated to such activities. You're not missing anything important by disliking it."

Danny
See, I never thought of it like that. Mind you I guess the amount of testosterone has to have something to do with it. *He continued walking with her, the looks he just didn't pay any real attention to. But he smiled, just as they walked, he kept on smiling and talking to her. The looks appeared to be mostly of surprise, complete and utter surprise.*

You didn't choose it then. *he nods a bit more and even walked before her to open the door to the coffee place, waited til she'd gone through then went in behind her.* What do you want to drink, apart from soya?

Arionna
"MMA matches are obvious examples of this desire to replicate war as a means of practice. Modern society tends to steer away from blatant use of violence and attempts covert violence in the form of sports." Arionna stepped in, making her way to the counter. "Soy? I don't drink soymilk." The barista smiled at her. "Hey! Coffee like usual?" Ari nodded slowly, sliding out her wallet to slip a few dollars to her. With ehr cup in hand she moved around to decide on her coffee... Hm..what'll it be today...

Danny
*He puts his hand over hers, not making contact.* No, my treat as a thank you for your help the other day. *There's a smile on his face and waits for hers. He already knew what he wanted, coffee, cold, with cream and plenty of toffee syrup. Lashings of the stuff. He said so after Ari ordered.*

Yeah i didn't think about it to be honest but you're right. You're totally right.

Arionna
She put her money away and slipped the wallet back into her purse. "Thank you." Because she does understand basic etiquette. You don't come from a small town without having some form of it. With her cup, she moves to the door and waits, slipping through when they're both satisfied and begins to move to a tree away from the building. "What did you want to say?"

Danny
Well... *he took a suck of the drink and swallowed. Then steered away from people.* Firstly, I wanted to talk to you. Find out more about you and why you do what you do, secondly, you're kind of well. Unless you give me a reason to walk away. I just wont.  And you look like you could do with someone to talk to from time to time.

Arionna
She moved them to a tree that was shedding its leaves all over and hadn't been destroyed by the mower. Ari set her bag down among the leaves and plopped herself among them. She set her cup near her bag and laid back on the ground. "People prove the point often enough. "

"Talking is nice. I use to visit the trees when I needed to talk. That's a longer travel here."

Danny
*He nodded.* Feel at peace there huh? Feel like the world is just melting away in the susurrus of the tree's and the outer world, the world away from the city?

*Taking another sip he got comfortable, moving the pack to rest against the tree then leaned back on it.* You don't need to just spend time around the tree's though, you need to also be round people from time to time, people that can get to learn to understand you better if you give them the chance.

Arionna
"I don't like the term 'peace.' Peace is an illusion, a fallacy. It's better to say that a person feels complete or as they are meant to. Balanced. Yes, I do. They're my home. And the home of my ancestors."

"I'm here, aren't I? I don't like people very much. I only like a few."

Danny
Sometimes it's easier like that. *He nodded as he  swirled the straw in his coffee shake, eased his legs out to stretch in front of him, crossing them at the ankles. There was ink there, on one foot a musical bar with notes on it in a ribbon of ink across the top of his foot, on the arm nearest her was that time tattoo that turned into the birds, on the forearm on the left as well was that latin script in heavy bold and black.*

Why don't you like people? Or is it just harder to get to know them?

Arionna
"People are cruel, misguided. The world is dying, the balance is off...humans did it. Humans even hurt their own. Those that are 'kind' are naive to the way the world is. "

She sat up enough to sip at her coffee, then leaned back again in the leaves.

Danny
No... *he shakes his head and stares off into the middle distance, then sat up slowly.* No, we're not naive.  We just choose to see things a bit differently to everyone else. Some times, bad things happen and they can be complete game changers, it's how you choose to learn from it and move on, learn to live with it and yourself regardless of the actions of those around you.. some times it makes you want to do things, it makes you angry, it makes you hostile, it makes you so... *He shakes his head, speaking from the heart it would appear.* confused... and... *There's a sigh before he speaks again.* It's hard to live with.

So, you get to choose, you can either let it consume you and destroy you, or you can learn to deal with it, learn to accept all those things it makes you feel then slowly move on from each moment. Acceptance, grief, hate, those are things you need to go through in your own time... Its all rather personal you see?  *he turned his head and glanced at her for a moment, then looked off again.*
Or you can let the hate and the anger consume you. Let it destroy you by isolating you from people. Perhaps it's easier to just not be around them and deal with them, contempt as well is powerful.

Arionna
"That's where your trouble is. You and Kalen. You think I'm angry. I'm not angry. I understand my place. We can't choose which god favors us, which gives us ability and strength. We're born to them. I know where I am, who I belong to. If we want balance in life, we have to accept the parts of it that scare us the most. I always see people trying to be 'good' and embody the 'light' fearing what's in the shadows. But the sun hides villainy just as much, sometimes more, than the moon. The night has so much to offer, and so many don't see it."

Danny
Yeah, so many don't see it. *he nods.* The mountains at night, with the galaxy is incredible. I just love going up into the mountains, turning off the car and laying back with the roof down staring up at the sky.

*He smiled as he leaned back again.*  Someone once said what you said, years ago - A fool feels no fear, A sleeper remains shackled by it, A Master transcends it yet recalls its wisdom. It is good to be afraid. It is folly to bow to terror.

A sleeper is what you were.  *he looks around.* All those people out there, those you don't feel with that spark that makes us us, those are sleepers.  They are the unawakened.  You are now awakened. He also said - Some minds rest best asleep, stir not those who would not waken otherwise.

Arionna
"I was never asleep. Neither was my mom. Or my aunt. We've never been asleep. Who is it to created those words? Asleep, and awakened? What does awaken really mean? You'll say that you are awakened, that Kalen is too, but neither of you seem it."

Danny
Ahhh and now we get to the tricky bit. *He sighed and took another suck on the straw.* See... There's this balance as you say, it's how things are linked to each other, from the tree's to the people, to the insects and well.... *he shrugs.* It's the energy flows, we really are all linked. Being awakened doesn't mean that you're the most special people on the planet, it means you have a larger degree of responsibility to those around you.

It means what you do, can have an effect on things round you, like I dunno, plants growing better because of the way you talk to them, that's kind of mundane.. but perhaps unwittingly you're releasing something as you go through the ritual of the planting itself.  We are after all, creatures of habit.  Or perhaps you see things?

*he takes another sip and glances at her again.* What did you do that time, the thing that really 'worked'. *He kept his voice calm, just sharing a conversation with her by the looks of it. He even smiled as well. Those that still stared from time to time would soon enough drift away.*

Arionna
"My responsibility is to the gods. And to the earth, and the animals. I was responsible for them even before. It just makes more sense now. I wasn't sure when I was younger, why things were as they were. But now I understand."

She closed her eyes, taking in a breath of air, inhaling the scent of the leaves. "I didn't try. I wasn't trying to do anything but run. I thought I was being attacked. And then I just...flew. I was one with the crows. We were together, flying through the world. "

Danny
*He blinked and turned to look at her.* That wasn't what I was expecting. What did you think was attacking you?

Arionna
"A mountain lion." She said calmly. "It was beautiful. It went quiet. The trees were still. The crows were in the trees. They kept coming. I've never seen so many before. And then he was there. Beautiful eyes. Just watching me. I ran. He clawed me. I felt the pain in my back, knew he made contact. Then I was soaring, flapping my wings as if I were born to it. He wasn't there when I looked back. I never saw him again."
Danny
*Danny's eyebrows raise.* Well you were damned lucky.  And it's never happened since? Have you tried to do anything like it since?

Arionna
She frowned slowly. "I've tried. I can't." She sat up slowly, taking her cooling coffee in her hands and curling her feet in a little.

Danny
*He nodded at that.* Well, this is where knowing people like us can come in useful, we can teach you.  But you have to learn to meet us half way.

You don't have to like any of us, but to learn to work with us means learning how to fit in.  Learning that sometimes people take apart what you say a little too literally and they might get offended, or you might get offended.  Like well, last night.

You're entitled to your world view, everyone has one after all, but putting down someone elses in the need to prove yours to them can be rather uhm... difficult.  See, that's the other part of what we are, we have our set way of seeing things, because well, Thou art Miraculous, so are we all.

Arionna
"I didn't do anything wrong. You jumped to conclusions. Kalen didn't want me there from the beginning." She glanced to the side at Danny. "Why should I try to fit in? If people want to be friends, they accept the other as they are. You can't make a cat a dog, even if that would make it easier for the dog."

Danny
No, that's true enough.. *He sighs.* Oh well, how about this. If you see some of us, talk to us, but talk to us from the thoughts of I dunno... we might be just as anxious about you as you are about us, or intrigued.  *He shrugs.* He's worried that you're some kind of sociopath in the making I think.  And he's had enough of monsters.

Arionna
"Because he's prejudice. People think that. I was called a devils child once. Satan's offspring. Witch. Plenty of names for being different." She sipped her coffee slowly. "Sociopath sounds tame now. He should try something more flowery."

"I've seen people like him. Hundreds of years ago, people who acted like him would take people like me...and they'd put them through trials to make sure they weren't evil, or casting magic. There was nothing scarier than having a witch in the village. Monsters hide most often where people can see them, but never notice. And they make monsters by influencing everyone else to act like them."
She looked more fully at Danny, though still kept her eyes down just a little. "People forget that so many of the animals in the night...wolves...bears...mountain lions...they want to be left alone. It's only when you throw stones that they become 'monsters.'"

Danny
Sociopath is my word, not his. *he points out, then nods.* I've heard of the witch trials.  So is that how you see yourself? A witch?

*he nodded again at her words.* Yeah, some times that's what happens sometimes. But with people, it's more to do with how the person just is. And I don't think you're a monster, I think you've had some problems along the way and they've made you hard.

Arionna
"Then you should be more creative. I like to hear what new ideas people make up."

"It's what people use to call me. It's what my aunt calls herself. It's what those before me call themselves. I think that makes me one. Yes. I'm a witch. " She let out a small puff of a laugh. "I wonder if I weigh the same as a duck..."

Danny
*Now Danny stared at her and then laughed as he got the joke.* There you go... see?  I doubt you do weigh as much as a joke... but you've not got a bad nose. So so far, being simply different is working well enough for you.

I won't call you anymore names, you are who you are.  It's honestly just the lack of social empathy you project from yourself, its like... *he thinks about it.* No it's not like... your aura, your whole... resonance, how others "feel" you its frozen, it's real cold. And while that's useful, it can also make it harder for others to get along with you.

Danny
(Duck not joke)

Arionna
"I don't mind anymore if people get along with me. I don't mind if there are people like me who have their parties while I sit in the forest. Each person is favored by a god, and they carry that in them. Even gods have rivalries. Some get along better than others, some like to be alone. They're all important."

She sipped her coffee again slowly. "You seem happy enough all the time. You even feel that way. Too much like the sun. "

Danny
*He laughed again.* That's probably the California in me.  *Taking another suck of his drink he shakes it slightly then takes another drink.* You're right, they are all important.
Is it so bad I'm happy?

Danny
(Dun dun DUUUUUUN!)

Kalen Holliday
[How awake are we?]
Dice: 7 d10 TN7 (3, 4, 5, 6, 6, 10, 10) ( success x 2 )

Kalen Holliday
[And how distracted by Resonance are we?]
Dice: 7 d10 TN6 (2, 2, 3, 4, 4, 9, 10) ( success x 2 )

Danny
*His hair was tied back at the nape of his neck again, it was too hot for jeans so he'd put on a pair of three quarter baggy jeans, a pair of flip flops and a t shirt that said. "Always be yourself, unless you can be Batman. Then always be Batman."*

Arionna
She was sitting in the leaves with Danny, under a tree, a long black skirt to her ankles, and a black T. Her hair was loose, hanging over her shoulder as she sat talking with Danny. "Maybe." She looked to her cup slowly. "Happy people miss the problems in the world. Or they think all is well around them. They're often first to point fingers at people who aren't as happy as they are."

Danny
No... we don't miss the problems in the world. *he shakes his head and smiles again, this time sadly.* We see them, they are as valuable to us as any other emotion that they bring about. All of it is important, not to feel any of them is to allow a chance for weakness to come.  All of it is important, feeling the fullest range of emotions that there are around us all is what makes us us... but how we choose to deal with those emotions is also important. Accepting them allows you to learn how to cope and grow.

Kalen Holliday
Kalen wanders around the university grounds and he looks like he might belong there.  Maybe a grad student.  He's wearing jeans and a moss green tee-shirt and a messenger bag and he could be on his way to a class or the library.  Technically, he is on his way to the library, just not for the reasons one might think.

And at first Danny's brightness and Arionna's coldness don't register to him as more than the sun and the approaching chill of evening, but as he gets closer he recognizes the sense of them for what it is.  And, Arionna alone he might have left, but Danny is not someone he ignores.  Danny is the kind of person he cancels coffee with repeatedly because he has to stop one apocalypse or another, but would never ignore.

And really, if there is no world left there won't be any coffee.  And then where would the uncaffeinated universe be?  One could only assume grouchy.  And whatever is left in other worlds...they certainly can't want that, now an they?

Arionna
She moved her eyes to look at Danny askance, once again. "You're more a preacher than a musician." Another slow sip of her coffee. When she felt Kalen approaching, she lifted her chin and looked off in his direction. "Your boyfriend is somewhere close." She moved, rising to her feet. "I'll leave.
"
Danny
*He sighed softly then lifted his head staring up between the branches.* You don't have to.   Tell you what, why don't you just stay and I dunno... maybe put yourself in his shoes for a bit?  I mean, you don't know if you don't try? But if you don't want to.... *he shrugged.* I won't make you stay.

Kalen Holliday
Kalen is not prone to hesitation, so he doesn't really seem to question whether he should be coming to join them, but he does pause when he reaches them, before settling onto the ground.  His eyes track from Danny to Arionna and then back to Danny again.

"Am I interrupting anything?  Because I can just go play with newspapers and old maps in the library."  He sounds absolutely unconcerned, though whether that is of the thought of interrupting or the thought of not being welcome, or even both is hard to say.  "It is, after all, a thing that needs doing."

Arionna
Her brows furrow and she looks at Danny a bit hard. "He's scared of what he doesn't understand. I don't need to 'be in his shoes' to know that. I've been around enough people who act the same."
But before she can grab her bag and saunter off, he's already there and taking a seat. Arionna settles back in her space, pulling her bag to her to pull out a book and sit it in her lap, open. "No." She says to Kalen, focusing on the pages in front of her while they talk about...maps.

And really why should she leave? She was there first. He tried to chase her off the other night, not the other way around.

Danny
*Danny smiles seeing Kalen when he sits down.* Okay, I'll bite. Why the maps?

Kalen Holliday
"Because one never knows when it will be advantageous to know about the current and historic location of sewers.  Or mines.  Or mysterious tunnels, though I haven't found any interesting mystery tunnels beneath Denver.

"Yet."  He settles beside Danny, leaving Danny between himself and Arionna.  And he does warily scan the grounds now and again, but really, this is rather open and populated for vampires or cannibals or most of the things that might ambush them.  And he is tired.

But look, also places that have been ambushed in Denver include movie showings and club openings.  Just because something sounds reasonably safe doesn't mean it is.
"How are you two?"

Danny
Me I'm fine.. *he smiles and lifts his drink to take another slurp of that lethal concoction of coffee, toffee syrup ice and milk, all topped with more toffee syrup and cream. What about up and around in the locale? I mean, this is Colorado, right? Gold country? What about old mines?

Danny
(Shit sorry, bloody fingers)

Arionna
"The word mysterious would indicate that you'll not likely find that they exist through the library. It wouldn't very much of a mystery if one only needed to look at the university library." She turned a page and sipped her coffee lightly. She glanced to Kalen, considering his question to one of politeness and less of caring. Still she gives him a small shrug. "Acceptable."

Danny
There's always the land register? *he looks between the pair of them.* Why wouldn't they exist through the library?

Kalen Holliday
Kalen rolls his eyes.  "Sometimes you find accounts of mysterious tunnels.  I;m not expecting any here.  But places like New York and some cities in other countries, you do.  Mysterious and secret are often different things.  I'm not expecting to find much for tunnels of either kind under Denver, though.  Granted, I may yet be surprised.  But Denver has very different historical build patterns that make that rather unlikely.

"And...yes.  There are land registers and such.  Old claims maps.  Not all the older records are terribly complete, but I am trying to put notes about where one might find...well...everything.  And mines and caves make good lairs for a number of things.  Grace and I occasionally cross reference them with locations for animal mutilations or missing people or missing animals or whatever else.  Just in case.  So...the more of them we have the better, really.

"And, at some point, perhaps I will want one.  For an underground fortress.  With shiny gold walls."  There is a slight pause.  "Please don't tell me that's not going to happen.  I am joking.  I realize you feel the need to tell me about every little potential thing that might be wrong with anything I say because I don't even know, but I am not even in the mood to wait for you to tell me mines make terrible underground fortresses and are not in fact walled in gold.  I know that.  Much like I know I'm almost certainly not about to find mystery tunnels."

Arionna
"Wouldn't be a mystery if you could find them inside of something so easy to access." She flipped another page, slowly crossing an ankle over the other. Kalen may be trying to nip her in the bud, but oh she's not having it."You could paint the walls gold. It will likely take you several coats to achieve the appropriate color, but if you're after something so gaudy, it's achievable. If you mean solid gold, it will be harder to create, and also would be unwise if you're attempting to maintain structural strength. Gold is terrible as a building material, fantastic as a conductor."

Danny
*He'd held his breath waiting for Arionna's answer... and then blinked before his shoulders began to shake as the silent laughter caught them. Then he chuckled shaking his head.* She's actually kinda got you there Kalen. You know... I bet that Arionna knows the terrain pretty well, and knows the caves too, places bears sleep, other ones.... *he eyed first Kalen, then Arionna. Still smiling her answer.*

(They're sat under a tree away from people.)

Grace
[Awareness!]
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (5, 6, 6, 7, 9) ( success x 4 )

Kalen Holliday
"I have absolutely no desire for gold walls.  The fact that you somehow still think that after I stopped to actually clarify I wasn't serious qualifies as unfriendly in normal human interaction.  Despite the fact that Danny is amused.  I have no idea if you're honestly oblivious, or just a fucking bitch.  But, for the record, the fact that by any conventional reading you are a cold bitch is why I'm not trying to be extra nice to you.

"Perhaps you just are incapable of anything resembling normal human interaction.  In which case, I'm sorry I'm being kind of cool with you.  But, honestly, you seem to not like me and so I rather expect that like practically the rest of Denver, you also hate me.  That's fine.

"But on the off chance you're actually about as feral as I was when I got here, we could call a truce."
He huffs at Danny.  "Only if I were serious.  Which I wasn't.  Or if mysterious things did not get written about all the time.  Some mysteries are in the open just unsolved.  So, mysterious tunnels are unlikely for a variety of reasons, but might be found by research.  Secret tunnels no.  If we are going to pick apart everything I say for spite, lets do it properly, shall we?"

Grace
So, Grace is on point today. Then again, she always feels a little spiky. Or sharp. Or stabbing. Right now, her senses are wide open to the world, and Kalen is...
Not at the library. That much can be gleaned by the light hint of ozone that does not seem to be coming from that particular building. Oh yes, having trouble with a database (like he texted)? Or did he just get stuck gazing in wonder at a goose or something?

Hey. It's Kalen. He could easily get stuck.

A little wandering finds another resonance in the mix, one that beams and flashes. Ohhh, well now everything is making sense.

Those paying attention will have to pay a great deal of it in order to notice Grace walking up a path to the tree under which they sit. She goes silent. Even her resonance is a bit difficult to detect until she's gone and madeherself be seen.
She hears him, yeah? Cold bitch? You hate me? Sounds like Kalen made a friend.

Arionna
She feels like winter. That's the best way to explain it simply. The wind seeping into your clothes and the chill of the ice crawling into your bones to remind you that, yes, the cold of the night and the deep winter can kill you, and it won't be painless like some imagine it.

"Well... if we're going to call names." Arionna closed her book and looked slowly at Kalen. "You're a hot-headed, ill-tempered, judgmental dick. Perhaps I'm not 'friendly' but you're hardly approachable. I find you strangely egotistical to think that I have considered you so much that I hate you, and that the entirety of Denver has enough knowledge of your presence to know you're not just another man on the street. Only someone full of themselves would think they're so important that they could express even half of the perspectives elicited by the city. Unless of course you meant the very small select people that you know, in which case...You don't know me, and I don't know you, so the emotional connection we have is currently residing at 0. For clarification, that is not hate, in case you get the wrong idea."

"Now. We can call a truce." She put her finger back between the pages of the book and opened it up to continue.

Danny
She doesn't hate you....
*He again looked up at the sky. Squinting a bit as he did so then shook his head again.* Arionna, you could help out here.

*He turns his head downwards to look at her, restraining himself from wanting too hard for the pair of them to get along enough. He didn't notice Grace, his ping-dar didn't seem to be working so well today. Then Arionna spoke and he actually let his head fall back against the tree with a hollow thunk, then sighs heavily.*

 Kalen Holliday
And you see, it here that, for the first time, Kalen laughs.  "I'm not terribly approachable right now, am I?  I try.  I do.  But I spent a very long time on my own.  I sometimes forget I've learned to purr and take food from people's hands."  He smiles faintly.  "Speaking of which, I'd offer to shake hands but last we met you seemed intent on the not touching.  Which is fine."

He looks up at where Grace is approaching and grins.  "Hey, Kit.  I found someone else who thinks all other humans have cooties."  And then he waits, not for Arionna's likely response, but for Grace's.  Because, once he knows you, sometimes provocation is love.

"It's alright, Star.  I'm not actually as hot-headed and ill-tempered and judgmental as people tend to think.  You know-"  He settles against Danny's side,  "Quite."

Grace
"Well, everyone has 'cooties'. I mean, there's millions of bacteria on our skins. Some of which is actually beneficial, fighting the good fight against the baddies. I don't really care about it," Grace says, but there's a quizzical expression on her face as she walks up.
"Are you guys fighting or not?" she asks. Honestly curious. Maybe ready to bolt (in case someone starts throwing bolts of their own).

Arionna
"It's not cooties." She lifted her head just enough to look at Grace from behind the strands of dark hair. "We're in-between matches."

"She's right though. Humans are foul and full of germs. Not exactly the most cleanly animal." Another turn of the page and she looked back towards Grace slowly. "You're new. Weasel-face's friend, or Mr. Sunshine?"

Danny
*He let out the next breath with a large grin on his face.... then slipped his arm around Kalen giving him a hug one armed.* Thank you.... Thank you thank you thank you...
*Then Arionna spoke and he started to chuckle again, this time shaking his head.* Oh. My. God.
*Grace was greeted to that sight yes, he turns his head to look at Grace.* Grace!! Come sit down! How's it going?

*Yeah, now he just took another suck of the cold drink. His hair was tied back at the nape of his neck again, it was too hot for jeans so he'd put on a pair of three quarter baggy jeans, a pair of flip flops and a t shirt that said."Always be yourself, unless you can be Batman. Then always be Batman."* So, what are you wearing for the Halloween do?  Still going with the coat? I've gotten stuff sorted out for me, it's just right.... I juust need to find my Mardi Gras beads to complete it.
They're not going to fight, thinks are cool but okay. Come on, plant your ass.

Kalen Holliday
"We're not fighting.""  He rolls his eyes, but he can't really mean it because he doesn't even bother to sit up properly.  "Although, clearly, her eyesight is compromised because I do not look like a weasel.
"Anyway, Kit, this is Arionna.  Arionna, this is Grace."
He nudges Danny lightly.  "Look.  I sometimes have to interact with other humans without Serafine.  It can be done.  Clearly, I possess some ability to play nice."  He has more than some ability to play nice, but that...well that was practically another lifetime.  And that was less nice and more playing.

Grace
Grace waves at Arionna. "Both of them. And he isn't a weasel. Mr. Sunshine is more the weasel. A ferret, really. Kalen is an undomesticated cat. But he, obviously, thinks of me as a vulpine species, from the name he gave me."

Yes, Danny, you are a ferret. Congratulations.

"The coat? I suppose I could. But it's more of a laser tag thing than a costume. I don't know what I could go as with a light-up coat," she says to Danny. "I could make it blink really fast and go as a pulsar, but then I might give someone a seizure."
"I would plant my ass, but my butt could grow roots and that would be so uncomfortable. I think I'll just sit," she says, and plops down, not next to the trunk, but facing the others.

Arionna
She looks to Danny for a moment. "Mmm... no.. not a ferret. Unless he's a thief. Do you have a tendency to take things of little to no monetary value and hide them under couches? Do you do the weasel war dance when you become excited?"
"Kalen has a very weasel face. It's the bone structure. Pointed nose." She pointd at her own nose as if to make the point. Arionna closed her book again and lifted her attention to the group finally. "If you grow roots, I hope you have the courtesy to wait until I can document it. I've never seen a human grow roots before."

Danny
*Letting his arm remain there, he just let the smile stay on his face. What wasn't to love? It was getting darker, they were relaxing in the last rays of summer, yeah all in all, life wasn't too terrible if you ignored that there were a hoard of nasty evil cannibals on the rampage and who knew what else..*
Nope, you're not a weasel face.  Definitely a cat. *He chuckled a bit at that. Then stared at Grace in shock.* How the hell am I a ferret?
*He shook his head still smiling and chuckling.* No I'm not  thief. And what the hell is a weasel war dance? Kalen's beautiful.

Kalen Holliday
"Excitable, curious, fond of shiny objects?"  Kalen smiles.  "I could see it."
"Lots of animals have pointed noses."  The protest doesn't even sound serious.  Because he is calm, and not actually concerned about it.  Weasels are kind of cute.
And then Danny is calling him beautiful, so Kalen responds exactly as one might expect.  "Purr."

Grace
"You haven't? I have seen humans growing roots. It wasn't very cool. We managed to save one of them, but from what I gather, it wasn't easy," Grace says. Oh yeah, Arionna. Have we mentioned this is Denver yet?
"You are a ferret," she says to Danny, and shrugs. Like, that's the only evidence she has really. That he just is one.

Arionna
"The weasel war dance is..." Either youtube was going to explain it or Ari was going to be left to it. She took in a slow breath, tightening her lips a little. Slowly, she rose from her feet, setting her book aside. Arionna slipped her hands under her hair, pushing it out of her face. With a small shake of her limbs and a straight, poised stance, she began.
First, she bounced in place, then forwards and backwards, giving it a little spin. And maybe that would have been it, but oh.. oh no it wasn't. She ran forward, stopped, bounced, then jumped a bit in the air, wiggling as much of her body as she could. With another spin, she ran back to the group, bumping into Danny with a few bounces, giving another twirl and wiggle in the air before she bounced back to her place and stood there, panting from the exertion. "That...is the weasel war dance. And it's done when a weasel or ferret successfully takes an item. "
Her hands brushed at her skirt as if it might wash away the strangeness that just presented itself. "People grew roots?" A look of confusion sliding over to Grace. "How?"

Danny
*There was another sigh and he shook his head again with another chuckle, but this time it was to Grace..* Fine, Ferret then.  I guess I should see this whole war dance thing at least though before I accept it.
*He grinned even more at Kalen's purr.* It's true... I could scritch, your chin but I think that'd be pushing too far. Maybe... so..... Me and Ari were talking earlier.... just chatting shit. She's uh.... very new to the scene.
*And then Ari got up, and began to prance about, pronging around and bouncing. All he could do was stare at her, his eyebrows rising higher and higher, right before he burst out laughing. A proper full on laugh.* Oh. My. God. I do not do that!!  Do I? Ferrets gloat?
*But he settled down some more when Arionna asked the right question, if she saw his face, she'd see him nod in encouragement.*

Kalen Holliday
Kalen stretches and then resettles.  "Careful.  Grace did specify that I was undomesticated."  He watches the war dance, which is far from the strangest spontaneous demonstration he has seen without comment.  Random passers-by might be surprised, but it takes mythical creatures and being dragged into the Umbra, and other rather more extreme circumstances to surprise Kalen.
Like finding out someone was reading to your body while you were functionally comatose.
"So was Grace, when we met," Kalen says.  "Remember that, Kit?  And you were skeptical about coming out to my totally not creepy warehouse....?"  He sounds amused.
"Actually, unless you can think of an appropriate nature witch I was thinking maybe we should introduce her to Eleanor.  They'll be like instant wintery friends or someone will start hissing, I think.  But in the event of the first one I think the balance thing would be an ideal point of commonality.
"I picked up less from Jack and more from Kharisma, so I know some principals but...I'm more fate than balance.  Even if we actually got on and wanted to...I don't think I'd be any good for her."  Says the Flambeau who practically took Grace as an apprentice for awhile.  And, lo, it did it goeth more smoothly than his actual apprentice.

Grace
"I don't know how it happened," Grace says, to Arionna. "Not exactly. Apparently some plant 'spirit' or other got a little too into messing with people. Turned them into horrible shambling root monsters."
She doesn't say zombies. She doesn't want to unnecessarily set him on edge.
"Well, the warehouse is not creepy," she starts to answer Kalen, even though her eyes stay on Arionna. "But I didn't know that beforehand. Just there's this guy I just met and he's saying I should come to his warehouse to shoot guns, and that doesn't exactly inspire gobs of trust."

Arionna
She sat back down in her seat, stretching her legs out and acting as if the whole war dance had never occurred. "Ferrets gloat, yes. Very much so. I imagine they have very humorous personalities."
She cast her green eyes a little to Kalen. "No, I suppose it wouldn't. He does have a little of a serial killer look. Not very approachable either. Gives off a bit of an air. I wouldn't trust that either." Her book was placed right back in her lap and she crossed her ankles. "Suppose I can't blame the earth for retaliating. "

Danny
*He was relieved. Turning his head to Kalen as he spoke.* Hey, I like being bitten! *Reveal time?!!*
Yeah, that's probably the best way to go.  Right now, I'm keen on preventing things getting out of hand without her having any idea of what the cost is from the burn.  *Perhaps it was impolite to speak about Ari with her there, but it was better probably with her there rather than not.* And no, I don't think I know of any nature witches.
*He turns to stare at Grace then laughs as his head goes to Kalen.* You didn't!  Oh god, that's terrible! I'm surprised she didn't run a mile!
*He never knew what Arionna was going to say next,* I'd have never guessed that Ferrets gloat, but I'd hope I wouldn't do that... unless I really was right.

Kalen Holliday
"Oh, I totally did.  And she asked if she could bring a friend.  And then I told her that if she'd trusted me I would have been slightly disappointed in her and we've been friends ever since."  Not precisely true.  But he doesn't bring up what they've more technically been friends ever since.  But that first day she got her Name and they've been friendly since.  That counts, right?

Grace
"He did. But then, I don't know. He turned out not to be an axe murderer, and when I did go to the warehouse, we just drank coffee and talked about the true nature of the universe, so..." she shrugs.
"I can blame the spirit plenty. It tried to kill me. Strangely enough, that's still cause for blame. I don't know. I actually grew some roots there myself, but fought it off."

Kiara Woolfe
It's getting darker and the lights on Denver Campus have ignited, dull yellow orbs flickering to life and casting feeble attempts at lighting down upon the pathways that weave throughout the sprawling campus lawns. There's more than a single figure navigating said pathways at this time of day, when the sun retreats and the moon peeks from under the horizon, ascending into an inky black sky scattered with stars.

Kiara Woolfe is among those souls, a dark figure cutting across the lawn with her arms full of papers, a bag slung casually over a shoulder in some intimation of a perfectly acceptable college student and that bold mouth of hers painted as richly crimson red as ever. She's a striking figure, not merely for the mundane reasons, but also for the way she invokes a certain supernatural je ne sais quoi from those with the senses to detect it. It's very particular, that feeling of your skin being prickled and stripped, only to be pressed back into feeling with a sudden jolt. Like someone has torn a intangible bandaid off without the manners to forewarn it.
The Dreamweaver has no pressing business to her stride, her long legs are eating up the lawn with casual determination. Still, her path intends to lead her quite close to the small gathering under the trees.

Arionna
With the drop of the sun and the rise of the moon, she feels...more alive, rejuvenated...free. It's always with the coming dark that she feels stronger, better at everything. She curls her legs under her slowly, shoving the book back into her bag. "Nothing is getting out of hand. You're treating me like a child. As if I've never been prepared for this. I'm likely not the first in my line to be gifted."
"You killed it, didn't you? That's part of everything. Something is always trying to kill something else. If its motivations were just, then I couldn't be upset about it."

Danny
If I didn't know you, I'd say you were exaggerating, but I know you well enough by now I think. . *he laughed  softly to Kalen. Then looked to the girls as they talked. If he didn't see Kiara or didn't really pay attention to her was purely because he was having an off day as far as his ping-dar was working.
His head turned to Arionna as she spoke, then he gently hugged Kalen again.* You okay?  Getting enough rest or you need me to come over?

Kalen Holliday
"On the contrary, I spend a considerable amount of time either teaching or learning, and I've spent a decade learning already.  Having people who understand and can work with you is a good thing.  I think there is a good chance you might have that with Eleanor.  There is almost no chance you'll have it with me.

"I don't think you need someone to hold your hand while you cross the street, and you'll understand when you meet her...but Eleanor has never struck me as the hand-holding or coddling type.  She is one of the more intimidating people I have met, but she seems in my experience reasonable, fair, and dedicated to justice.
"If you were a different person, I'd introduce you to someone else."
He glances at Danny.  "I'm fine, Star."

Kiara Woolfe
Dice: 5 d10 TN6 (4, 5, 7, 7, 9) ( success x 3 )

Grace
"I don't know if its motivations were just, or if it even had a concept of what justice is, necessarily. I think that's the only thing that really gives it much of a pass in my opinion. Someone once told me that spirits don't really see things the same way we do. They only know their own natures, or something. So us complicated humans with our concepts of justice and right and wrong? They don't really get it. I mean, I wouldn't expect it. They're like automatons. Daemons. One job, one purpose. I don't know really. I've never had much contact with 'spirits'."

She leans back to look at the sky, and a touch of surprise crosses her when she feels Kiara. This surprise is directed at the last embers of sunset. She doesn't actually look to the source.
"I don't think it's that he's treating you like a child. Just in Denver, we tend to have to stick together. The world ends here about two or three times a season. We've had world-ending plague, world-ending viral plant things, a world-ending spirit of terror I like to call Thakky, another universe tried to eat ours from here. Just lots and lots of shit. Eventually, if you're unlucky, you'll want someone watching your back.

"Also... who is that? Someone's coming?"

Kiara Woolfe
Not everyone among the collection under the tree is familiar, but there's enough to slow the brunette's momentum somewhat as she nears, the heels of her boots sinking easily into the earth. Kiara pauses, tenders aside a lock of dark hair from her eye and with a small smile hinging the edge of her mouth, redirects her footsteps so that they fall into direct line with the grouping by the tree.

"Don't tell me," she offers, a thin eyebrow drawn upward, her gaze settling on one face she does recognize, slouched against the tree with Danny. "Stargazing Club?" The Verbena's eyes flick upward, musing. "You might get lucky." They drop. Shift between the various gathered Awakened. Grace gets a slightly longer look, more measured, a calculation perhaps of the odds of her being what Kiara assumes, given her company, she must be. Arionna gets the benefit of a wider smile of recognition before the dark eyes return to Kalen.

"Private party or can a girl pull up a square of lawn?"

Arionna
She knows Kiara from their moment in the herb shop. So when she approaches, Ari shifts her eyes to the woman, picking up her now cold coffee and sipping at it. There wasn't much left, but it still had a pleasant flavor.Her eyes flit among the group, and despite her own beliefs, she can't seem to accept that the world has nearly ended a few times...particularly since she didn't experience it herself.
"If you pull up a square of lawn, I don't think the university will be very pleased. They'll have to put it back, and I've learned that city people truly enjoy their artificial lawns."

Danny
*He nodded sagely to the pair of them when they spoke to Arionna, and no, there was no gloating what so ever, some might lift their hand and "air chalk" the wall, others might crow "I told you so!" Triumphantly, Danny smiles, but it's not so much as it was.
Then at Graces other words, he frowns slightly and starts to look out. Panning the area until he felt that something different.*
Uh, be my guest? *he was comfortable, his arm was draped around Kalen but his skin was cooling rapidly now that night had fallen in full and he wriggled just that little bit closer to Kalen.*

Kalen Holliday
"Figure of speech," Kalen murmurs to Arionna, but there is no venom or even really censure.
"They let me in.  I assume they'll let anyone."  He doesn't move from where he's settled against Danny's side, but his eyes track Kiara now, wary despite the playful tone.  "And...on occasion.  On occasion there is stargazing."  He doesn't offer introductions this time.  Of course, he doesn't actually know Kiara.  That does tend to put a bit of a strain on introductions.

Grace
[Reference for the adorables: http://media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/da/16/e9/da16e99efe497c00ecae599e2b9e4ec5.jpg]
Grace smirks at Danny and pulls out her smart phone. A few seconds later, she turns it around to show him a picture of a ferret and a cat cuddling each other. Kalen will probably see it too, as his vantage point is so close to Danny's.

Seems like they've been that way since the beginning -- touchy feely in a way Grace can't comprehend. But she can do a mean image search.

"It's totally private. I mean, where did you get the idea that people should be allowed to sit wherever? In the outdoors? We have rules and regulations like a mile long as to how you can socially interface with us. How dare you," Grace says, but the words are so blatantly full of jest at the very idea of private gatherings out in the open, it would take a miracle to miss the sarcasm.

Kiara Woolfe
"Grazie." She drops the bag to the ground with a heavy thunk, things inside rattle together before adding a pile of papers to the lawn beside it and setting a foot lightly on top to hold its position while she gathers together the heavy fall of her hair from her nape and shifts it over a shoulder.
For a (near) perfect stranger, the female has an odd degree of certainty about her acceptance to the gathering. That, or perhaps she takes a little pleasure in any discomfort that follows it. Arionna draws laughter, its warm, vital. It reaches the Pagan's eyes tonight. "Oh, I don't know, I think it could add character. A few missing pieces here and there, it might be exciting." She turns her attention back to Grace.

"Lawn elitism. I should have known. It's a college thing, isn't it?" Glib for glib. Then. "I'm Kiara, by the way. Kiara Woolfe. Newcomer, social interloper." She holds out a hand, ring laiden and with a wrist bound by clinking bracelets. "Woman of mystery, defier of social lawn etiquette." The last added on idly, as an afterthought.

Arionna
"If you remove just the right pieces, we can have a game of chess, much like Alice did. Though we'll never get anywhere because the whole world isn't quite right. "
"It wasn't so much that we let him in, but that he sort of appeared, and we didn't have the energy to kick him out. The sun has a way of doing that." She popped the lid of her coffee to examine how low the contents were and let her lips drop into a small frown.
"Arionna. Kalen is the weasel. Danny is the one with the long hair. Grace is the only other female present. Besides you."

Danny
*His eyebrows shot up seeing the picture and he laughs again in surprise.* That is sheer class.  Bravo.. *He grinned at Grace. He didn't know Kiara but was not giving off the prickles that Kalen almost exhibits, it was merely curiosity now. Even as he laughed again at Grace's words, the laugh still a chuckle at Kiara's words before he shifted slowly so's not to dislodge Kalen. His hand coming out to shake Kiara's lightly.*
Danny. *When he'd shook hands he nestled back again, this time with a shiver.* I'm going to have to go soon, I'm sorry.
*And again he had to laugh at Arionna with a shake of his head.*

Kalen Holliday
His eyes roll at Arionna's continued references to him as a weasel, but Kiara amuses him and there a picture of a cat and a ferret and they are so cute and-
...ahem.  Decorum.  Or something.
"Me too.  I did come here to work."  But he doesn't move from where he is yet, save for just enough to offer a hand to Kiara.
"Hey."

Grace
Grace does not offer a hand. She never offers that. But she does smile.
"Man, you do not even know about lawn elitism until you've lived in Phoenix. It's a status symbol that says just how much you care about the expense of water usage. Hell, the fountains-per-capita in that place is astounding. And then, the border towns about riot over the people crossing the border who have the temerity to drink from their precious lawn fountains. Like how dare they survive, right? It's like the border jumpers are attacking them right in the elitist status symbol," Grace says, obviously a bit on a particular side when it comes to elitism.
She shifts her attention back to Kalen. "Oh yes, Mr. I Had This Problem With a Database, who had to text me about it. Then I find you here being all with people."

Kiara Woolfe
"Arionna. Kalen, I remember. We had a tryst over ice cream. Or at least, meaningful dialogue, I think. Danny, I'm sure I've seen you before. I'd like to think I'd remember." The edge of her mouth again. Playful. Flicking to Grace and her speech on elitism. "Grace."
She slides down into a cross legged collection of limbs and reclines back on one hand. "I come from New York, I think anything not resembling a sidewalk is considered fair game." She jingles when she shifts her weight, Kiara, a collection of gems gleam around her neck, her wrist too. Beneath one leg the edge of her papers are slightly dislodged, though they appear far less any sort of college level work and more bold colored flyers advertising something or other.

Arionna
The reference will never die. Grace may see Kalen as a cat, but he will always be a weasel in Ari's mind. Always. Probably one of those little albino ones. She doesn't need to give an exit speech, or a mention that she needs to slip off into the night. Arionna rises from her seat, grabbing her bag and sliding it over her shoulder.
"I have studying to complete." Her hands wrapped around her nearly empty coffee cup. She stepped around  and out of the little group to make her way right back towards the library. [Ugh it's past midnight on my clock - and school calls]

Danny
Okay... Well... *he reluctantly shifts to move away from Kalen then stands up. T-shirt, three quarter length jeans which were fabulous in the heat of the day, but it was colder now by about ten degrees c.* I got to move on I'm afraid, I'm fucking freezing here.
*He laughed at Grace, then looked at Kalen with a fond shake of his head.* Kiara it was nice to meet you, everyone else? I bid you a fond farewell, and I shall see you all again soon. So take care of yourselves and each other.
*With that he began to make his way to where his car had been parked. Soon only his resonance lingered, then he was gone.*
(I'm really sorry, it's really early here... cars outside and I need to go to bed before the sun comes up.)

Danny
Sorry about having to bail, it's gone 5am

Kiara Woolfe
(No worries, guys! Thanks for playing. :) )

Kalen Holliday
Kalen rises too.  "As lovely as it is to see you again, I come from a nice southern sunny place and I might freeze out here."  He smiles.  "Did I give you my card last time?"
He glances over at Grace.  "You can be social.  I'll get set up.  And then fail at keywords until you get there.  There are only so many possibilities.  I might luck into something....."

Grace
"Kalen, databases don't generally have keywords. They have queries. Remember, 'select' whatever 'from' the database 'where' things are the way you want them," Grace says, and realizes upon blinking that he probably still has no clue what she means.
"I'll just go with you, okay? Sorry, Kiara. I do have to go help Kalen. He needs it."
With that, she stands from her plot of grass, thankfully not having grown roots into it, and joins Kalen. Not at his side. She's the type to keep a large bubble of personal space. But with him? That bubble is smaller than with most.

Kiara Woolfe
The departing figures receive a brief salute from the brunette, Kalen a winged smile and a nod, yes, she had his card before he and Grace stand to head on their way. "Don't let me keep you, I was just waiting you out to steal your piece of lawn, anyway."
There's a laugh and she watches the pair depart, her dark eyes following them until they vanish into the inky darkness.

Kiara Woolfe
(Thanks for letting me crash your scene, guys! Sleep well.)

famous last words. [ian, danny, serafine, hannah, jennifer]

Danny

*Luckily for the world at large, it was still warm during the day, well low 70s is warm isn't it?  It's probably why he was sat in the outside of a restaurant at a table with a book in one hand and a glass resting on his leg being held by the other.   He had on his usual oakley shades, was dressed in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled back, a black waistcoat (vest to you american types) and for a change to mix things up a bit, he also had on a pair of dark grey faded black skinny jeans. From the left hip of which a chain could be seen one ankle rested on the top of his other knee as he read, on his feet though were a pair of thongs.*

Jennifer
*A girl with long brown hair and a white shirt and white pants looks around seemingly lost. Her eyes are wide trying to take everything in.*

Danny
(For thong, see flip flops)

Danny
(How aware is he today?)
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 4, 4, 5, 8) ( success x 1 )

Hannah
She kept to the light areas. Whether the sun was sinking down or not, she kept to the light. The shadows, and the dark were not welcoming places. Her sneakers pressing into the sidewalk as she made her way through the people. "No I don't think that's what he meant." She said, her head tucked down a little as she walked. "I don't think he meant that the -" She went quiet. "Oh."
Hannah hugged her messenger bag against her hip, lifting her gaze up a little to see where she was going. The girl wore a dark skirt with a pair of blue stockings and a thin hoodie over a green shirt. A light green scarf was wrapped around her neck.

Danny
*Something almost on the edge of his reasoning alerted him. She.  He lifted his head from the book he had in his hand and began to slowly take in the drifts of those around him. Just a casual interest on first appearances.*

Jennifer
*Perhaps it was Jennifer's purity that stood out from everyone else around her?*

Hannah
"Oh..." She nodded her head softly. "I see it." Hannah lifted her head a little to look at the door of the restaurant. Danny's presence hadn't been noticed yet, nor Jennifer. It was only within the last few feet that she seemd to realize Danny was even partly nearby. Hannah came to a stop. A dead stop, no matter who was behind or in front of her. She let her eyes slide towards him, using her hair to keep her vision partly blocked.

Jennifer
*Jennifer takes out a bag with something in it. Is that a phone?*

Danny
*Purity... He blinked from behind those shades, tilting his head a little as he did so, seeing Jennifer he paused, paid attention, then moved his gaze on to see someone else. Flickering, the pair of them were both new, both something he'd find unexpected to say the least.*

Jennifer
*Jennifer

Jennifer
*Jennifer is poking awkwardly at the bag and looking confused.* "Where is that googlemap website?!"

Serafíne
Perception + Awareness.
Dice: 7 d10 TN5 (1, 4, 7, 7, 7, 8, 9) ( success x 5 )

Hannah
One. Two. Three steps to her left, away from Danny. Then a circle, half, just around towards the door. Not having Victor with her made this even more difficult.
Even at the door, she gave Danny a side look. She reached for the handle, moving her gaze towards it as someone decided they were going to come from the other side. With a small noise, Hannah scurried three steps to the left to avoid them. Her hands gripped the bag strap.

Danny
*And his eyes met with Hannah's, just a pleasant smile on his face as he began to watch her, then they moved to Jennifer, then back to Hannah, his drink was lifted lazily to his lips, he took a small drink from it, there were bubbles in it that broke the surface with tiny bursts of sensation on his tongue, then it lowered again with a soft clink of ice melting on top.*

Serafíne
"You lost?" There's a stranger who just got out of a cab a few feet from Jennifer, lighting a cigarette.  Striking thing, with dark eyes rimmed in dark mark-up and a half-shaven head.  Blonde curls, deliberately dark roots in waves halo the rest of her head all golden.
The cigarette has a spicy-sweet scent to it and dark blue paper.  Something direct about her gaze, more direct than the rest of the strangers on the street who are deliberately avoiding contact with Jennifer, who looks both innocent and lost.  Like most, they don't want to get involved.
Sera though.  Oh Sera.
There is something about her.  The way she bends the world.

Jennifer
*Jennifer looks up from the phone in a bag startled* "umm. yes. I cannot get my googlemap website to work. I need to figure out how to get to the Library from here."

Hannah
She dropped her eyes quickly, shifting her weight a little from one foot to the other. Once the door was clear, She ushered herself in quickly. The inside wasn't exactly an escape plan, as there were plenty of people there as well, but it was an escape plan from him...for the moment.
But now everyone was looking at her. Or at least, it felt that way. Hannah stepped towards the counter slowly, shifting the weight of the bag. "Um..a coffee. please. To go." It was the hardest thing to do, to order something to drink. "No milk. No.. no milk." Her head shook slowly. "Please."

Danny
*He raised one eyebrow, watching the quirky one go off into the building, then turned his attention back to Jennifer, ahhh... Sera had found her... that made him smile a little, almost a bit too much to be honest.  So he swallowed it and rose from his seat to head over towards them, leaving his drink for a moment on the table. Probably not the wisest of things for him to do, but he did it anyhow and stood just on the periphery of their pairing, upnodding to Sera as he did.*

Serafíne
"I'm shit with phones, man."
Still that direct look, which is broken just once as she turns her golden head to catch the movement of Danny's upnod in her periphery.  And perhaps to follow/feel the flicker of Hannah's resonance as the other young woman heads inside, up to the counter.
There's a note of interest in her eyes, though.  For all the profanity, a note of concern, slightly banked, attenuated somehow, wrapped up in her skin.
"What do you need at the library?"

Hannah
Coffee. It's all she needed. She was content with soymilk, even if it wasn't her preference, and plenty of sugar. Hannah wrapped her hands comfortingly around the cup and made her way out slowly, dodging to either side as people slipped in, and waiting, trying her best to hide in a little spot and yet...failing.
When she finally made it out of the building, she paused, taking in deep breaths. Light was fading and she was confined mostly to the street lights, and the lights from the buildings. This made her move a little, doing her best to avoid even the smallest of shadows.

Jennifer
" I was going to meet a friend there later." her voice is clear, but also quiet as if she is afraid of something about to get her.

Danny
*There was nothing here to be afraid of, well, that was partly true... if only because the biggest thing to be afraid of right now was fear itself. But wasn't it written some place that the only thing to fear, was fear itself, and it's the wise man that knows his fear.
He frowned just a little then turned partially to glance at Hannah, then to his table.* Come and sit down, I'm good with phones.

Jennifer
"oh, okay. can you teach me to use googlemaps website?"
*One would think  she would say the Google Map app, but it was clear she was running it together and calling it a website*
Jennifer tentatively went closer to the table and handed over the bag with the phone. Upon closer inspection Danny could clearly see it was not just a ziplock bag, but some kind of bag a scientist or doctor might use to block radiation

Danny
That depends... *He eyed that bag with suspicion.* I'm not going to end up with radioactive... things... am I? *He didn't get much closer, just went back to his seat to sit down, putting his right foot onto his left knee again, what looked like musical notes had been tattooed onto the top of his right foot, perhaps that would explain the flipflops he wore.
His hand came out, waiting for the phone to be presented to him.*

Jennifer
Jennifer cocked her head to the side and looked a bit confused. "This is to keep you safer. If you use phones all the time it gives off radiation." She blushed "I was raised not being allowed to have a phone because it might hurt my brain development..... I haven't quite gotten over the teachings I guess. So that keeps me from getting any trace radiation or anything else from the phone that would normally come from it. So my phone is the safest one!"

Danny
*Well that got a reaction from Danny... Firstly, his eyebrows rose up slowly. Then one hand rose to run through those long dark tresses and then he tilted his head to study the girl. Then his hand moved down to his shades, to pull them down his nose slightly, he tilted his head again to peer at Jennifer over the tops of them levelly, there was the trace of a smile on his face as she finished going on about background radiation and phone signals, then not being allowed to grow up with such things... When he'd listened, she'd finished he lifted his head again and pushed his shades back up his nose.*
You're shitting me... right?

Serafíne
Sera flashes a half-lashed glance at Danny as he speaks up and remarks upon his expertise with phones.  Then that look slides back to Jennifer, as if she were drawing a line between them.  The tension between Jennifer's evident fear and innocence and her equally evident and immediate trust of complete and utter strangers ticks some half-open box somewhere inside Sera's head.  The weirdness about Google Maps ticks nothing, though.  It is absolutely nothing she herself would notice.  There are times she's been too fucked up to remember how to use her iPhone.
--
But, for now, she sort of ambles over toward Danny as if she were - you know - ushering Jennifer.  Keeping an eye on her, even as her attention is snagged, pulled out, drawn down the street again by Hannah's flickering resonance.
And Sera, like Danny, is impossible to ignore - it's not just her sharp features, the half-shaved head, the extraordinary eyes - it's the way she's dressed.  Which has nothing to do with the current style and everything to do with her own: a black, French lace bra beneath an unbuttoned flannel over tiny leather skirt that barely covers her ass and seems to be made of safety pins and leather and nothing else.  Fishnets, with visible garters, torn, naturally, and spike-heeled Giuseppe Zanotti shoes, with silver serpents just crawling up heels.
Ink visible on her arms, on her hands, the strangest assortment of random jewelry, and on and on.
Sera overhears Jennifer's explanation regarding the phone, and mutters,
"Oh my fuck."
beneath her breath.
Breathes out a cloud of smoke.
"I went to Catholic boarding school and not even the nuns were that batty."

Hannah
It's the warmth that makes her feel at ease, even in a place where people come and go so easily. They're flashes in her vision. Movement from one side to the other. Feet, voices, all moving as individual units, and yet becoming one. Too much noise, too much movement. Hannah finds a seat and she plops right down in it, trying to breath slowly.
Her knees press against one another as she tries to take up as little space as possible, and yet remains visible to all. "I know." Her voice came in a whisper. "I know it is. But...but I'm scared." There's a beat as Hannah hangs her head, her long hair sliding around her face. Then she nods softly. "Ok."
The coffee is set on the pavement at her feet.

Jennifer
" I was raised in the mountains. It was just a few families and my mom was like a mayor and my dad was the preacher. I know I'm not like everyone around here. That is why I'm meeting my friend at the Library. He said he would help me out."
She allows Sera to lead her towards Danny. She needs someone to help with her phone so she can meet Elijah.

Jennifer
Percept + Aware
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (1, 2, 3, 4, 7, 9) ( success x 2 )

Danny
Okay Princess. *he nods soothing his voice down to a comforting sound, not understanding in the slightest, but it took all sorts to make the world work.* Let me see. *he holds his hand out again for the phone.*

Jennifer
As Jennifer hands Danny the phone she glances over and sees a girl trying to make a waif of herself. This girl seemed more afraid than she was. Jennifer felt bad for the girl and wondered how she could help her.

Danny
*He looked at the phone, then nodded and went to work on it.* Ahh okay, pretty basic when you come right down to it. Okay...
*He pulled up the wifi and opened that up to log into the roaming networks that were around and free.* Firstly, you see this? *he turns the screen back to her.* This allows you to connect to the internet. If you don't have this symbol up on the screen at the top here? No hapla anglais. It don't work.  *Then he turned the phone back to himself again and began to bring up google, then showed it up to her.* Google. The almighty search engine for funny videos of cats to all manner of erm... information...
*he glanced at Sera for a moment, then his eyes flashed to Hannah, then back to Sera. Then he spoke to Jennifer again.* You need to forget about google maps though, if you go into your menu bar, you can see this icon. *he tapped the map..* This'll show you where you are, then if you type in the zip code of where you want to go, it'll direct you. Give it  go? Go on, it won't bite you none.

Serafíne
There's this subtle flash from Sera.  The briefest lilt upwards as Danny meets her eyes.  The cigarette is less than half-finished but she stubs it out in a convenient ashtray and exhales another breath of spicy smoke.
More or less meeting Danny's gaze over Jennifer's head.
"Might want to find out a bit about her friend, too."
Jennifer didn't seem like the sort who should be out wandering alone in this world.
--
Then Sera turnss, pivots on those ridiculous shoes.  And she's not the sort you'd expect to see talking to street people but the truth is Sera talks to all kinds.  Down near the Church of the Good Shepherd the abuelitas all think that she is a prostitute trying to seduce their beloved priest.  That is: well, not really precisely half-true, but comes close to some distorted mirror image of the truth.
So, Hannah, bunched up on the sidewalk, sparking, muttering to herself, wary as all hell, whom strangers are avoiding because who knows what the fuck someone talking to herself might do - what she might fling, what she might mean to them, what it might cost them to acknowledge her humanity - there she is.
Serafíne just ambles right up to her.  Not too close, mind, but close enough to reach out and pick up the coffee cup and set it down again, closer to the girl.
More out of the ordinary path of foot traffic.
"Hey."  Half-humming beneath her breath, Sera.  "You okay?"

Jennifer
Jennifer finger pecked at the keyboard and typed in Denver Library. She then looked critically at the screen and pushed the enter button. The map zoomed out and she saw the path to the Library.
"YAY! Thanks!!"

Kiara
For all the tentative, unsure steps into the unknown being made tonight, there's one step, or a set of such, that are anything but. In fact, they resound with a surprising degree of assurance as they round a corner, coming upon the scene.
Enter, stage right, perhaps?
The footsteps belong to a female. Tall (at least in her heels she's something teetering on it), with dark hair, loose around her face tonight, lips painted fire engine red and dramatic eye makeup. There's a bundle of flyers tucked under an arm and her jacket licks at the heel of her boots. They too, are red, but worn out, faded. The leather tenderized by constant wear. She passes by the Café, her footsteps slowing only briefly, before she carries on past it to a streetlight just beyond.
Gathers items out of a pocket and begins to tape something to it. She feels like the first gust of breeze after the storm; vital, full of earth and rain and the remnants of the storm. A myriad of bracelets rattle around her wrists as she works. Bites the length of tape with her teeth and affixes it with nothing short of satisfaction.
Up close the flyer is familiar. They've been appearing in recent days. REIKI HEALING, bold letters proclaim at the world and if a poster could arguably shout its praises to the heavens, this one likely would.

Danny
Yeah you're welcome Princess. *he nodded, then moved his foot and nudged out a chair.* You seem to be new... this your first time in the smokes?  *He picked up his drink again to take a long sip of the fizzy bubbled clear liquid and set it back down again before reaching into his pocket to pull out a cigarette and a zippo, then casually runs it down his thigh to light it, then blazes up the end of the cigarette in his mouth, a puff of blue grey smoke comes out.* What's your name?

Jennifer
I have to get to bed.

Hannah
She begins to slide her hand in her messenger bag to pull out a small notebook anda  green colored pencil. "I know." She said softly. "I forgot." Hannah, sitting in a place where there was at least light, began to draw in her green colored pencil, just as Sera made her way up. Hannah slipped her eyes to look at Sera's feet, then turned them quickly back to her notebook. She curled in tighter.
"Yes. Yes. If I make the color go, it'll be ok. If the light stays. It'll be ok." She lifted her head up slowly to give Sera a smile, even if she avoided her eyes.

Jennifer
"yeah, I just came down a few weeks ago. Look I don't want to be late for Elijah. I'll see you around I guess!"
Jennifer skirted away not knowing that Danny had lifted her phone number while he was helping her with her phone.
She waved and slipped into the crowd and off towards the Library.

Ian
[Awareness]
Dice: 6 d10 TN6 (4, 4, 4, 4, 8, 8) ( success x 2 )

Serafíne
Serafíne is crouched, balancing on the most fucking incredible pair of studded black leather peep-toe booties, and truth, she has one hand braced on the sidewalk so she doesn't fall on her ass.
The fringe of her sidecut is canted toward Hannah.  The rest of her hair shadows her sharp features.
She's still humming, and she's a little bit drunk and a little bit stoned and aware of things the way she is aware of things, with her skin-and-bones.
Her mouth is rather small and it is seamed now.
Thoughtful.
"Are you trying to get somewhere?  Are you in trouble?"

Hannah
Hannah shook her head, hair tossing around her face as she did. "No. No place yet. I had to leave. They wanted a place of theirs. Victor couldn't come." She doodled nothing in particular, just lines for the moment, staring at the color on the paper. "Now the darkness makes it hard. If we want to go, the darkness is there. It's where they hide. Hard to dance in the light when the sun goes away,"
Hannah lifted her eyes again, never making eye contact. Her attention dropped to Sera's shoes and her drawing stopped. Her lips tightened. "Don't you hear them cry?"

Kiara
[Hm. Are we paying attention, Kiara?]
Dice: 4 d10 TN6 (1, 3, 6, 10) ( success x 2 )

Danny
*He nodded, watching Jennifer go, then turned his attention partially back to Sera and where Hannah could just about be seen with a soft shake of his head at how she managed to stay up on those damned heels.
How, well, it would be more difficult if she ate less like a sparrow he guessed, but with the cigarette taking his attention away periodically, he kept his eyes drifting along.  Take a pull on the smoke, hold it for a few seconds, then let it go and let the smoke drift casually as he did so.  Then take another pull on the smoke, rinse and repeat.
His eyes moved to pick up Kiara, tilting his head as he watched her hang up and bind some sign to a post, then back to Sera and Hannah for a short while.
Smoking, it was really that simple; inhale, hold it breath it out.  His other hand reached for the drink again to take another sip.*

Ian
Sometimes one could go days wandering the city and not run into another Awakened will. Other times? It was like someone stuck a giant flashing beacon down on the street corner.
Ian was focused on his phone as he walked, so he didn't immediately sense the presence of the other mages up ahead. As he moved, he slid nimbly between passing pedestrians, not bothering to look up as he stepped out of the way. His index finger swiped quickly across the screen as he typed.
And then.
As he drew near the outdoor cafe, Ian stopped and looked up. His eyes searched the area and found faces he recognized (Sera, Danny) as well as some he did not. After a moment, he pocketed his phone. Sera looked as though she was occupied with the dark-haired girl on the sidewalk, while Danny was seated alone at one of the tables. Ian shot a lingering glance in Kiara's direction (she was something new and curious) as he walked up to Danny's table.
"Busy night," he commented dryly.

Danny
Its becoming that way. *He nods and finally it was getting dark enough to remove the shades, so he did the next best thing, he slide them up into his hair on top of his head.* How's it going.  *he stubbed out the cigarette onto the ashtray and looked at the guy.*

Serafíne
This noise in the back of her throat, a quiet hum.  Sera is - well - wobbling somewhat but still steady beneath it.  Her mouth curls into this half-edged smile though, because she has diagnosed, absolutely diagnosed, Hannah's problem.
"I think you're having a bad trip.  You'll be okay, though."
--
The vibrant edge of her magic in the air, wreathing around her.  That humming noise again.
--
"I gotta go, though.  Promised Dan I'd meet him and he'll get worried if I don't show up."

Kiara
It's a delicate thing sometimes, playing coy to the world when the world is speaking right back to you. Kiara, for her part, feels her brows knit in, what would it be -- consternation, consideration -- her eyes journeying away from her task across the street, flitting, feeling with as much focus as as she can before she resumes her task, pressing her flyer firmly to the cool surface of the street light before stepping back to admire her work.
She rolls her shoulders, tilts her neck to one side, then another and after a beat turns and walks directly toward the table with the assembled awakened. Toward, and, after catching the eye of perhaps all at least in passing with a suggestive little smile banking there in the corner of her mouth passes by them and sweeps toward the counter.
There's a hint of something vaguely like intense that follows her; it's hard to put a finger on exactly. Like spices and flowers, left to their own devices for days. Decay and reformation, perhaps.

Serafíne
And: Sera hails a cab.  Maybe the same one she just climbed out of.  She has somewhere to be.

Kiara
[God, typo city tonight. Ahem. Incense, we can spell.]

Danny
(Sends the typo fairy to Kiara.)

Hannah
She use to having someone look at her strangely. She's use to people passing off what she says. It's because she thinks differently, Maria use to say to her. It's hard for others to really understand. So she tries. Her lips curl into a small smile as she looks towards Sera's face, and yet still never fully. It's only when Sera leaves that Hanna reaches for her cup of coffee again, pressing her hands around it.
Yes. She felt better.
The notebook was closed, the pencil still in it, and Hannah stuffed it in her bag. Hannah pushed to her feet, feeling better about where she was, and slipped her bag at her hip. When she picked up her coffee again, between both hands and pressed against her chest, she started to walk.
It was only when a light flickered, by a passing car or just circumstance that she added a small jump and a little speed to her feet, enough to move her into a more reliable light source, and nearer to the restaurant.

Ian
Ian wore the same leather jacket that Danny had seen him in previously: black lambskin with a turned up collar and zippers on the sleeves. The shirt underneath was a simple white t-shirt, and his jeans were dark blue (almost black) - skinny with a tapered leg. On his feet he wore black dress boots.
His posture was still, but alert. Like a tiger surveying the landscape. He looked as though he hadn't yet decided whether he wanted to remain there or continue on his way. Danny stubbed out his cigarette, and Ian turned his nose away from the curl of smoke that rose up beside him.
How's it going? The musician asked. He had a new tattoo. Ian glanced at it. "Could be worse, all things considered." He slid the tip of his finger along the edge of the table and tapped once, lightly. "Mind if I sit?"

Danny
By all means. *He nods to the pushed out chair.* It's a free enough country... *Then his attention was drawn back to the little thing that'd sat huddled by herself til Sera had gone over, the soft curl of a smile coming to his lips as he picked up his drink again and spoke quietly but calmly in that smooth voice of his.* Incoming. Don't look. You'll spook her.

Hannah
She at least feels less anxious as she had before. The lady, whose name she didn't know as of yet, had somehow made that sort of thing happen, despite her shoes. Hannah pulled her coffee cup closer to her as she approached the men. Lovely men, with sparkling appearances. She squinted her eyes as if they were too bright to glance at, then dropped her vision to the ground.
Her feet shifted and she stepped further into the light, pausing several feet from Danny and the table. Hannah thrust out her cup of coffee. "Put your words? For a girl?"

Ian
Ian wasn't exactly the sort of person one would consider ideal for welcoming new mages to the city (or to Awakened life in general.) Like Sera, his resonance was sharp-edged. Colder, perhaps. More controlled (Elegant.) And there was a predatory nature lurking beneath it: animal, primordial and feline. Even the bones of his face seemed catlike.
Ian was human. He had human skin. A human heart. But he was marked by something that wasn't. Something that lived within him. And it was impossible not to notice. So when Danny warned him not to spook the girl, Ian just smirked and pulled out a chair. He sat down and leaned back, letting his dark eyes come to rest on Hannah.
She held out her cup, and Ian tipped his head a fraction to the side, as though in question. He waited for her to elaborate.

Danny
*He took the cup and then reached into a pocket to pull out a pen, then frowned thinking about it as he looked at Hannah, then he smiled and it was a kind one, his left hand held the pen while he carefully held the cup in his right and nodded after another moments thought.*
Be a red light forever. Drothe x 
*Simple enough words that he wrote down then signed it and put a kiss at the end.* That okay for you? *He held the cup back for Hannah and nodded to the other chair at the table.* If you want to sit down, it's okay. It's more comfortable than the floor.

Kiara
Kiara, on the other hand didn't feel quite so sharp edged. Her resonance was a subtler thing, a gradual degradation and decay, rebuilt with a startling sense of rebirth, the ebb and flow of life. The final gasp, or the first. She approaches again with the click of heavy boots and stands, a solid presence by Ian's elbow.
"Room for another, boys?"
A warm voice asks. Pauses and then flicks over Hannah. "And girls." There's a hint of laughter buried in there.

Hannah
She cast a quick glance to Ian, keeping him within her field of vision, but putting more space between her and Ian and she and Danny. When he took the cup, she pulled her hands back in, holding one in the other as she waited.
Danny had good intentions, certainly, but when Hannah reached for it, and bothered to look at what he had written, she coiled her hands back quickly and shook her head. "No. No. Not that color. " She won't touch it now. "I can't. No no no. It's wrong."
Hannah shifts to the side as Kiara approaches, casting her eyes back to her, then down to the ground. "I'll have to get another."

Ian
Ian didn't make any motion to follow along in Danny's suit. Whatever the girl was looking for, she'd have to fish a little harder if she wanted it from him.
And then Kiara was there, asking if there was room for another, and Ian glanced up at her with a curling smile and said, "It's not my table, but I suspect there is." He let his gaze linger on her for a moment, then leaned back and reached out an arm to snag one of the empty chairs at the next table. He pulled it over and set it down between his chair and Danny's.
Apparently he could be accommodating when it suited him. He didn't say anything to Hannah, but he shot her another glance, and that smile he'd offered to Kiara still lingered.

Danny
*Wrong colour? He didn't say the words out loud but her outburst clearly startled him for a moment, then he pursed his lips in thought for a little longer, finally asking.* The pen or the colour in the words? If you want another cup that's fine, perhaps if we put this in a bag or something you could give it to someone else?
*His eyes flickered to take in Kiara's entrance and he nodded to her.*
Sure, take a seat. It's all good. Everything's copasetic.  Go

Danny
(Ignore the go)

Kiara
Kiara's eyes haunt Hannah for a moment, curious perhaps. Her smile lingers, then grows when Ian presents a chair for her taking. A set of dimples flash into life in each cheek in a beguiling manner and she settles herself -- and her flyers -- comfortably between the two strangers as if they'd been pals for months. Or maybe years.
She sets her coffee cup atop her papers to prevent the sly wind from stealing a few and jiggles off her coat; a myriad of bracelets on her wrists contribute to this in a quiet jangling rhythm. "So," there's a beat where she's adjusting her shirt and then she's crossing her legs and beginning with -- "I'm Kiara. Woolfe." She flashes teeth, perhaps that's deliberate.
"Who do I have the pleasure of usurping the table of," a side long gleam at Ian with his sharp edged presence, eyes dancing. To Danny, then. "Yours, perhaps?"

Hannah
"Words." She said, closing her eyes a moment in concentration. "The. word. is wrong. It speaks wrong colors. Color of things that suffer." She stiffened, shaking her head as Drothe recommended even putting it in a bag. "No!" She flexed her fingers at her chest, then curled them up again. "Wrong. I can't. Cries in warmth now. I hear it cry. I can't." It's always the hardest part, just talking. But she's doing better than she use to. She can sometimes make sense, if she tries.

Ian
Kiara offered her name, and Ian offered his own in return, offering a hand to her with a relaxed gesture. "Ian."
Almost, he said more, but then Hannah resumed speaking, and Ian grew silent. He looked at her with a serious cast to his eyes. Less aloof than he had been.
"Red is the color of blood. Blood is life. Birth. Sex. Pain, yes, but also joy. Pleasure. Power. Creation. You can't box it into a simple category like that."

Danny
*He nodded with another smile.* Yeah, Danny. *Again he lifted that glass that was now half full and took another sip just in time to have Hannah almost go into that hyper state of anguish.* Uh.... *He blinked a bit and frowned then something seemed to just twig.* Ahhhh.. * he said it like he had a light bulb moment all of his own. His other hand came up in a placating gesture, but he didn't try to touch Hannah.*
Okay, It's fine... Look, I'll take the cup away with me, you won't need to see it again. Do you have some paper or something instead? *He knew she did, she'd had it when she was talking to Sera. Looking at Hannah frankly made his heart hurt, some people were just too fragile for their own sanity.
Then he brought a brief smile to bear for Kiara.* Yeah, but it's okay.  I mean, it's not like I don't like the company. So what do you do Kiara? *He leaned slightly to see the fliers she had.*

Kiara
She takes his hand, closes her fingers around it for a minute. There's a rather impressive ring dominating her middle finger, silver and blue. The press of the metal a shock of cool amidst the relative heat of the exchange. She releases his hand when Hannah begins to babble about the color.
Kiara's attention is rapt on the girl. She makes some subvocal noise after Ian speaks of the interpretations and inclinations of the color. It's no coincidence perhaps, that its the exact color of her lipstick. She picks her coffee up, mouth at the brim and takes a sip. Sets it back.
"I've always liked it myself. It's potent." She liberates a flyer after that, passes it over to Danny. "I'm a healer, of sorts." There's a flash of something there, a smile, a suggestion of mirth. "My friend and I, we're both healers. Energy work. Crystals." The bracelets on her wrists jingle and flash. There's some with stones, some silver. Tiny adornments shiver and move on another. "Yadda. So if you feel like rejuvenating your soul," she laughs, palms her coffee.
"Make an appointment. I'm also a trained massage therapist so, I'm not a crack." Her eyebrow rises. "Not just, at any rate."

Hannah
She shook her head vigorously, sending her brown hair tossing. "No. No no no. I hear them cry. They cry. Cry all the time." She lifted her hands to put them towards her ears. "I don't want to hear them." She tightened her hands at her ears. "Stop making fun of me. "
Her hands slid from her ears, one sliding to her mouth, pressing there with her fingertips as she looked towards Danny. Hannah nodded slowly and reached into her bag for her notebook, handing it to him, the green pencil sliding out from between its pages.
There's a flash, a sparkle, and Hannah shifts her gaze towards Kiara and down to her bracelet. She doesn't think, merely leans over to fondle the stones and silver of it.

Danny
*Taking the flier he nods, turning it to actually read it then nods again, but still he was distracted by Hannah and Ian as well, interested in seeing how this conversation was going to round itself out. Who would back down first, who would be the first to crack? Then he turned his attention to Kiara, was about to speak when Hannah spoke again.* Easy.... easy.... *he kept his voice calm and smooth. Then he took the pencil and the pad of paper, another smile coming into place as he settled it onto his leg briefly then his eyes went to the middle distance of thought.*
Be happy, settle for nothing less than the best. Enjoy life, enjoy love. Simply, Be... 
*Then he paused, thinking then wrote again.*
Drothe x
*And this time he simpy ended it with a few musical notes, just two a blend of a harmony. Then he passed the pad back to Hannah for her to decide over and turned his attention back to Kiara.* Do you do hot stone massage?

Ian
One couldn't argue their way past mental illness. Ian knew that. And for what it was worth, his tone hadn't been condescending when he'd spoken to Hannah, even if the words were probably less than helpful. She shook her head, and he let it go. Left her to Danny, who seemed to have a greater capacity for gentleness than he did - at least towards strangers.
Kiara handed a flyer to Danny, introducing herself as a healer (of sorts.) Ian glanced at the flyer. His expression shifted subtly when he read it.
"Don't think my soul is in any particular need of rejuvenation at the moment." There was a coolness to his tone that might have verged on disdain, though he at least had the courtesy to (mostly) keep it in check.

Kiara
Hannah reaches over, taken with one of her bracelets. The brunette glances down, then up, the corner of her mouth twitching. "You like that one, babe?" She unlatches it and lets Hannah examine it closer still. It's a mixture of crystals (mostly Amethyst by appearances) and silver baubles. Tiny glyphs and what could pass for a human, hands outstretched as if in supplication.
"I do Reiki, primarily. Though I could probably muster a little something." Ian's coolness snags her attention, she weighs his expression over her shoulder, eyes skimming him top to bottom. If there's judgement inherent in her for his response, she houses it fairly well. Though she does smile.
"Famous last words." She murmurs, meets his eyes and then turns back to the others.

Hannah
"Three." She said to Danny now, holding the bracelet in her hands as she rolled it over, taken with the glimmer of it. "The sun plays in it." Her lips curled into a warm smile. "When the sun plays, there is no darkness, and the monsters go away." She lets a small noise rise in her throat, one of delight.
Her eyes shift to Danny then and she points to the name. "Three. Give three. One is bad. Bad. Very bad. Unlucky. I don't want luck to take her. Not from me. She's nice. Three please."

Danny
*He snorted a small sound from his nose at Kiara's words after Ian's then settled a bit more watching Kiara and Hannah, curious as to how she'd react to the bracelet. Then his phone buzzed, again with a lightning riff of music that played through his jeans pocket. He shifted again in his seat and struggled with his phone briefly before he got it out and looked at it then took the call.*
Yeah?  *there was a pause.* Oh, yeah.. I remember you, yeah... *he listened again to some words then nodded slightly, his eyes narrowing just a bit.*
Okay... whe.... Now? *his eyebrows shot up in surprise and he smiled.* Yeah, okay. I'll see you in a few.
*He hung up and looked around the table making ready to go. Then nodded to Hannah's words, reaching over to put another two kisses on the note, then slowly got to his feet.*
Sorry. I have to go interview a few musicians.  *he smiles apologetically. Then looks to them all.* Tell a stranger they're beautiful, even if they're not to you, to someone else they're the sun, the moon and the stars.
*And with that cryptic message he was walking off with a wave of his hand.* (Sorry peeps, it's ultra late here. Or really really early. I need sleeps.)

Ian
Famous last words. Ian met Kiara's gaze, and for a moment it looked very much as though the two were sizing each other up. They were both students of Life. Both (seemingly) confident and attractive. Likely, they were both possessed of strong opinions. (Most members of the Awakened community were.)
Ian's cool expression melted into a soft grin, and maybe that was a challenge or maybe it was an acknowledgment of respect (maybe both.)
Kiara gave her bracelet to Hannah to play with, and it seemed to calm Hannah some. Danny, on the other hand, had to go. Ian watched him with a nod and said, "Later."
Although they might very well not run into each other again, but given the circles they moved in, it was likely that they would. When Danny was gone, Ian turned to Kiara and said, "I'm guessing you're pretty new to the city."

Danny
(going to have a smoke, then head off. Thanks for the scene, if you guys see my character in a room with anyone, please feel free to just join in?)

Kiara
(Thanks, surely will! Thanks for the scenage!)

Kiara
Danny had to leave and Kiara watches his departure with nothing less than open amusement, especially at his parting instruction. It's not every day that a relative stranger tells you to bless the masses with complimentary prose, after all. She salutes him as he goes and laughs, once.
Shaking her head as she reaches for her coffee and swirls it. "I like him, he's out there." Speaking of -- Hannah is toying with her bracelet and mentioning the sun chasing away the monsters. There's a touch of something considering, perhaps even sympathetic in the way Kiara watches her. She indicates the now vacant seat.
"Why don't you sit with us." She gestures at the bracelet. "You can hold onto that if you want. I have a few. Consider it protection, against the monsters. Amethyst will keep you calm." She smooths a line in the air with both her hands, lining them up. "Balances your chi." Then, turning to Ian she nods, her eyes lingering on Hannah another minute.
"You could say that. Moved in a few weeks ago. Had some interesting run ins so far." Her gaze resettles on him. "Denver's active, I'll give it that much."

Hannah
She has her words, and Hannah stuffs the notebook in her messenger bag, making certain it's nice and secure. To Danny's words, she gives a look of confusion. If someone isn't pretty, why would you tell them they are? That doesn't make sense. But he's off, and she's left with Kiara and Ian.
Hannah keeps a hold of the bracelet, smiling brightly at the gift. She turned, skipped a few steps and then came to a halt. "Sh! I forgot! I for-GOT. I'm sorry." She turned around to where she had been. Hannah dropped her head forward. "I'm to give words of thank you. " Hannah shakes her head again vigorously. "Words to learn. Many. " Besides, she gave a glance to Ian, and had kept her distance from him. "I hear their cries here. Don't want to hear their cries. It hurts. But I remember gift."

Ian
"It's pretty calm compared to the last place I lived. I guess perspective is relative." (To be fair, pretty much anywhere would seem calm compared to New York.)
Hannah kept her distance from him, which Ian didn't seem to take offense to. He watched the girl as she began to skip away, then turn back to offer Kiara thanks for the bracelet. It was a sweet picture, really. Ian didn't ruin it with an interruption. Instead he sat back and took in the exchange, watching Hannah like he was piecing her together in his head. After a long moment, he pushed back his chair and stood up.
"I hope your encounters continue to be interesting. In a good way." Ian smiled and pulled one of the flyers off the table. He folded it up and slid it into the inside pocket of his jacket. "Have a good evening." This he directed to both Kiara and Hannah. Then he set off down the street.