[T20] High Law and low justice

[doghead]

Saanath and Trell in store.

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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

Saanath glances around, meeting the eyes of one or two of the amused onlookers with a clear direct gaze.* Ghouls

Then he returns his attention to Treth. "Look at me. Think of the mountains, the trees, the dirt under your feet. It's there. It will always be there, solid under your feet. Now walk with me. I know where the Aslan from the lounge went. We will go there. OK? OK. Good."

OOC: Assumming Treth doesn't come appart completely and is able to follow Saanath. He heads for the nearest exit.

"Tell me about Aofahrkosiyu. Who was she?"

OOC: * Bluff check (+10)?

 

[doghead]

You've barely got here and already you are running with the lions again and have managed to find trouble.

Please let me get to the bar without any further hassels. I promise I will try to be good in the future.

 

[Maerdwyn]

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?"

"I've all ye need to live on right here behind the bar - but if your looking for something solid, I can probaly scare something up for ye in the back." He pours Ruzz'koff's beer then, "Krueg, it's ye bar for the moment, and head off through the back door from the room."

At this, the vargr off in the dark corner rises to his feet, and gleefully leaps across the bar almost knocking over the Vilani's drink. He lands without much grace, but recovers quickly and takes his place in font of the taps.

 

[Maerdwyn]

Saanath glances around, meeting the eyes of one or two of the amused onlookers with a clear direct gaze.* Ghouls

OOC: Bluff=15+10=25.

Faces go flush, and suddenly the scene is not nearly so interesting, apparently.

Then he returns his attention to Treth. "Look at me. Think of the mountains, the trees, the dirt under your feet. It's there. It will always be there, solid under your feet. Now walk with me. I know where the Aslan from the lounge went. We will go there. OK? OK. Good."

"No - she has seen me act the slave!" But his feet are moving forward nonetheless.

"Tell me about Aofahrkosiyu. Who was she?"

"She was my wife. Greatest wife." He is breathless, and dazed, but manages to sound wistful. Then, angry, "Only she survived. She is gone."

You've barely got here and already you are running with the lions again and have managed to find trouble.

Please let me get to the bar without any further hassels. I promise I will try to be good in the future.

No such luck. The street is crowded now, but Saanath notices [Spot = 16] one of the ghouls he drove off talking to two uniformed police, and gesturing toward the department store. A quick scan shows him that their gravbikes are parked near the Red Tide.

 

[Seonaid]

Ktarlewaweikye struggles to contain her disappointment. "Thank you anyway, gentlemen." I think I need some direction, she thinks to herself as she settles heavily into a chair at a secluded table. All of this humanity is making me lose my edge.

 

[doghead]

The police. We talk to them. I really don't need to be on the run right now. The Aslan is feeling disorientated. Tie it into the lounge story. Damn it! I knew we should have stayed at the Red Tide. God knows what story they told the police. Can I trust the police to give us a fair go? Not a good bet.

OOC: I assume that I am on the street from your post. Is that correct? If yes 。。。

"OK. This way. Come on Treth, walk with me. Stay focused."

Around the block to the bar. I need to get him off the street. That Aslan is going to help. Its her stupid culture that created this mess.

If she is still there ...

I am not going to run from the police. That would only convince them that we are guilty of something.

Saanath guides the Aslan down the street heading away from the police and the "good citizen" ...

"Do you like the mountains Treth? There were great mountains near my town, towering peaks covered in snow all year around ...

 

[Maerdwyn]

OOC: I assume that I am on the street from your post. Is that correct? If yes 。。。

That's correct.

"Do you like the mountains Treth? There were great mountains near my town, towering peaks covered in snow all year around ...

"There were....arrg![holds his head]..no mountains near my land. Plains. Rain Forest...I hunted orvuvar." While he's stumbling along, he holds out his left arm to display a bite scar that's healed over long ago.

Saanath and Treth are about two thirds of the ay to the bar when the police re-emerge from the store. The two cops are moving in that direction, but with no great purpose. It seems clear that as of yet, they haven't spotted their quarry or had it pointed out to them.

With a little luck, their quarry makes it inside the tavern before that changes.

"Welcome to the Hearth," says the older Vargr behind the bar, "I am Krueg, your host for - Hey, you don't look so good. [Turns to the back] McAllister!"

 

[doghead]

Thank you god.

Its not quite the entry I would have planned to make but right now its beautiful enough.

"My companion is a little disorientated. He needs a place to sit and some water.

"And her." He nods in the direction of the Aslan.

 

[doghead]

"Oh. And I need a beer."

 

[Watus]

Quinn watches all of this with some measure of interest, alternately nursing his drink and his cigar. He notes that although the Aslan said she had information to trade, she hasn't provided any in return, but he says nothing. It isn't his business, anyway.

As the other Aslan and his human companion enter...

OOC: Sense Motive/+7 again? Does he sense impending trouble from the look on either of their faces?