[T20] High Law and low justice

[Maerdwyn]

[OOC - Saanath Spot check= 12+3=15]

As the two of them walk, Saanath catches a glimpse of the female aslan from the lounge heading back this way from the direction of the starport. She heads into the bar he'd seen earlier, McAllister's.

"So, you got any plans?"

"This place makes me ill," he starts, mostly to himself. His tone is at first flat, and matter-of-fact, but anger builds as he speaks. "On Bleue Mer, I held LAND - I held a great expanse of land on Bleue Mer. But it was taken, and here... on this damned ball of water, there's none to be had by anyone, Here, even the metal cities move under your feet. Here, I am nothing."

At this point, there's a fierce quality coming back into his voice, and the rack of clothing next to you both seems in danger of being tossed across the showroom.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Glancing up first at the human before him and then back at Vargr he grins
"We ken" he answers plainly making a quick scan of the bar and making sure he can see at least three potential exits should the need arise "I'm just here for a drink"

Thomas is dismayed to note only the one main entrance, plus a dor to the back room. No windows - odd. Still, he gets a friendly nod from the barkeep. "Good lad. That we can handle," he says as he sets you up. Then the Aslan comes in.

 

[Wilphe]

Ruzz'koff walked around the downport, a fairly distinguised looking Vargr, at least to human, or sort of human, eyes. That whole grey haired = venerable equation was one he had been willing to exploit more than once, he might be weak, but he sure as anything wasn't frail. He toyed with going to Red Tide again, but it was the sort of place where he'd find himself given the best seat, the best service and the most obsequious attention. And for what? A title. Not what he'd done, but what his ancestors had done.
Humans are so odd that way.
True, he was a noble and he carried his foil in the manner of one born to it, which he was. But for humans, and Luriani are still close enough to count, that was enough. For his people, it wasn't, you had to have ability to back up your privilige or you were as nothing.

No Red Tide reminded him too much. To go there again would be to admit to himself that he had failed to build his own legend and was content to live off of the charisma of others. The choice was now to either throw rocks at the seagulls, hang around in the hotel lobby or go to that MacAllister's place. That was not much of a choice, and his face just slightly broke into a smile at the sight of some of his ilk inside.

 

[Maerdwyn]

The choice was now to either throw rocks at the seagulls, hang around in the hotel lobby or go to that MacAllister's place. That was not much of a choice, and his face just slightly broke into a smile at the sight of some of his ilk inside.

Ruzz'koff sees that he may have walked in on something, as the barman, without looking, greets you with a quick, "Welcome, lad - be with ye in a moment. The lass here has somethin' t'say."

 

[doghead]

Saanath and Treth in store

Saanath stops suddenly, forcing the Aslan to stop and turn around to face him. In a quiet voice Saanath says calmly, "Treth. Please don't make me regret helping you."

Saanath starts walking again.

"If you are going to get it back, you will need a cool head. You don't want to let yourself get distracted by minor irritations. You spoke of needing counsel. I think that is a good idea. Do you know anyone you can talk to?

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarlewaweikye leans closer to McAllister, clearly unsure of herself. "Why does that place down the street hire landed males as servants?" Her breath is hot on McAllister's face as she speaks. She glances around quickly and resists the urge to snarl at the others to mind their own business.

 

[Tonguez]

Thomas is dismayed to note only the one main entrance, plus a dor to the back room. No windows - odd. Still, he gets a friendly nod from the barkeep. "Good lad. That we can handle," he says as he sets you up. Then the Aslan comes in.

Tomas frowns as he notes the lack of escape routes and kicks himself for ignoring that part of his training and the advice from the more experienced Belters like the old Vargr Kujo use to say "before you walk into a fight boy, make sure there's more than one way out"

Taking his drink, he glances up at the Aslan but realising that this place may not have been the wisest choice of visits he keeps his attention to himself, takes a sip of the whiskey then turns to the human beside him "good whiskey friend, and good company, thats all a man needs"

 

[Maerdwyn]

Saanath stops suddenly, forcing the Aslan to stop and turn around to face him. In a quiet voice Saanath says calmly, "Treth. Please don't make me regret helping you."

The angry look intensifies and he starts to say "I never asked you for any hel...

Then Saanath starts walking again, and as he speaks, Treth stops himself. Sanaath can almost see the Aslan' veins pulsing, and Treth is clearly making an effort to shut up and listen.

"If you are going to get it back, you will need a cool head. You don't want to let yourself get distracted by minor irritations. You spoke of needing counsel. I think that is a good idea. Do you know anyone you can talk to?

The anger looks like it is somewhat under control, now, but what has replaced it is only slightly more encouraging. The big Aslan is blinking somewhat erratically, looks like he is having a bit of trouble standing fully upright. Nevertheless, he is able to speak. "No Land. No Female. No hunt. Only water, water everywhere. It was better when Aofahrkosiyu still lived. " He pauses - he is definitely feeling woozy at this point. "She could calm the waters, so they appeared as land. She made sense of this mad world of water and credits." He's looking intently at Saanath now, one hand to his brow, and his knees slightly wobbly. "Can you calm the waters, human?"

At this point, Saanath realizes Treth isn't the only one staring at him. Customers are beginning to gather around the spectacle. Most look concerned - a few look like their taking amusement from the situation

OOC: It doesn't take a skill check to realize that any laughter out load right now would not go over very well with Treth.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Ktarlewaweikye leans closer to McAllister, clearly unsure of herself. "Why does that place down the street hire landed males as servants?" Her breath is hot on McAllister's face as she speaks. She glances around quickly and resists the urge to snarl at the others to mind their own business.

"Lass, I'm afraid I've only the empty-cask answer this time. Lads! Any of ye able to help the lady out?"

Nothing for a moment, then the Vargr by the fire speaks up. "Don't know if this helpt you or not, but I passed by Red Tide on my way here one time last week - they had a huge line just before lunch time, and it wasn't their usual pack of dandies either. I asked what was going on and they say they're there for two jobs that opened up for non-Luriani. Must have been two hundred people loking for those two jobs - times are bad. Don't know if there was an Aslan among them or not. Sorry."

 

[Wilphe]

Ruzz'koff looks from Aslan to bartender to Vargr and back again and lets out a low sound halfway between a growl and a sigh.
"Grr. I came here because I was sick of there. I can't get away from it," he walks to the bar and occupies the most convenient looking stool, "Beer, if you please. Do you do any food here at all?"