Post by Xavier Darnai on Jun 15, 2014 7:08:02 GMT
Xavier Darnai: Exceptionally glad to be out of Reno, particularly considering how the business aspects of his trip had ended, it was good to be in a city that wasn't trying to make a name for itself as a second choice for being a sordid den of inequity. At his frequent table in the common eating area of the bistro style diner, Xavier was busy looking over a few papers with a glass of Scotch in front of him, as well as an emptied plate that had been a dinner of some sort. His right leg crossed over his knee as he sat back, he looked up to the hostess station for a brief moment, nodding to Natasha as he flagged her down. She brought by the Daily Specials menu and he leaned in. "Going to need a chef compliment form too, love." Taking the menu, he set it down in front of him and took up the glass of Scotch again, stirring it around before taking a sip.
a timely hybrid: The Diner would be invaded..yes, that's right, invaded by that pink haired weirdo from Reno. Exactly why she was away from where she called home was anyone's guess. Still, as the doors opened and in she sauntered, dressed in the usual outlandish garb. Black short shorts with pink chaps and black boots, black tube top and pink fringed vest with a matching pink and black bandana tied around her neck. Pink, purple and blonde dreds trailed down back to brush ends along rump and only a pause in the doorway. Eyes narrowing slightly from the change in lighting and a little wrinkle of nose as the seemingly stuffy aura of the place. Didn't anyone in this town know how to really cut loose and have some fun!?? Either way that's when she spotted him, purely by chance mind you! Yes, of course it was! That's her story and she's sticking to it...Along with at least five other variations! "Well hellllooooo there." That runway like strut of long legs carried the weirdo on over to where he sat, a chair pulled out and down she went without even asking for or waiting for an invitation! -d
Xavier Darnai: He had no doubt that Natasha gave the garishly dressed woman an odd look as he walked by, but when Xavier spotted her he just delivered a deadpan stare. This was unexpected. Tapping his finger against the side of his glass, he watched her drop into the chair opposite from him. This wasn't ideal. He had an agreement with the Petranovics; no altercations. Reaching down for a moment, he undid the button of his suit coat to loosen it up a touch as he settled back in his seat. Another sip of the Scotch, and a quick glance to the street through the window running along the front of the diner, and he took a slow breath. "I know why I'm not still in Reno, why you're not's a much better question."
a timely hybrid: Brushing hands down the front of her vest and adjusting it over bared midriff she shifted on the seat, slouched a bit and crossed one leg over the other. "What's wrong? I thought you might enjoy a bit of excitement in your life." A bright smile offered in his direction even as one hand rose and twisted one of those long dreds around and around. "Oh! Why am I here?" Frowning she tilted head a bit and stared at him as if he'd gone completely dumb on her. "I'm chasing the White Rabbit of course!" There she goes with riddles. If the military ever wanted good codes? They should talk to a Pooka about making them. Of course they might be nothing but gibberish to anyone but the Pooka! -d
Xavier Darnai: Excitement. There was plenty of it in his life, and dealing with it was the trick. Too much excitement brought attention, and attention wasn't going to do him any favors just yet. Setting the glass down, he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out his cigarettes and lighter, pinning one of the filters between his lips. "Chasing the rabbit's not any better than chasing the dragon." There were lots of directons this conversation could go, but he wasn't invested in the mind games just yet. Chess was a game of back and forth with the intention of getting to better know your opponent, after all. Flipping his lighter open, he dragged his thumb against the wheel, sparking it to life as he shot his eyes towards it, watching the fire dance as he drew in a hit and clapped the lighter shut. Setting it by his Scotch, he started to stack up the papers for the moment, keeping them out of the way.
a timely hybrid: One had to be slighty touched in the head to get to know a Pooka. Especially those with the...stranger ways. Pixie rose up from the slouch and leaned against the edge of the table. Arm shifted and hand moved out, curling fingers around his glass to pull it over and raise it to lips for a sip. Wait..Hadn't she said the stuff was disgusting last night? After that sip...which drained the dregs of the Scotch she'd set the glass back down. In the exact same place it had been. "Chasing dragons is what I'm hoping to stop by catching the White Rabbit." Arm shifted again, propping elbow on the table top and chin in palm. Staring at him with those dark eyes and faint smile curling lips. "Dragons are nasty creatures, always sending out hot snot balls." -d
Xavier Darnai: A second hit was taken before he exhaled around him slowly, reaching over for the ashtray to tug it close enough to use, flicking a bit of the burn off into it as he did so. He stopped dead in his tracks as she took his drink, looking from it to her, watching as she took a pull of his rather expensive drink of choice with a twitch in his eye. That was a liberty he wasn't particularly pleased with, and the only reason he hadn't moved to stop her was for Natasha's benefit, who watched with a bit of shock as well as she came to the table with the form. Setting it down, she took the empty plate and made her way off again. "Up until now I've been nice because I've had no desire to bring attention to the establishments I've been in. But you've taken more liberties than I care to allow and still be cordial. What the bloody hell do you want."
a timely hybrid: As he seemed to lose his temper, as some were wont to do with her she just chuckled and tipped head slightly. "First, I've come to bring you a gift." Leaning down so that she was poised over one chap covered leg she'd pop the snaps along the inner seam open and from one of those boot tops, well just above it actually from a fancy little strapped holder she pulled a bottle. Turning it in hand as it was pulled free and setting it on the table in front of him. The label it's self spoke volumes. The Dalmore 62 Single Highland Malt Scotch. "From the Duchess of Hearts to you." Refastening the snaps on the inner seam of that pink chap she'd sit back up and look towards him. "What I want? Simply stated is something that I must find only when crawling with mice. Mickey is an elusive thing and I've come to find that Bluto isn't very nice at all." Here she goes again with that 'What the fuck?' speak. -d
Xavier Darnai: "The trouble with gifting Scotch to someone who drinks it is their understanding the value of what's being offered." Staring at the bottle for a moment, he looked back to the woman as he took another hit of the cigarette. As of yet he'd made no movement towards it, or even regarded it longer than it took to recognize it. Xavier didn't trust gifts of such value without some history behind it, and he'd only known this girl for all of a day. "You can thank the Duchess've Hearts, and tell her that if she's got a reason behind the gift she can explain it, otherwise I'll... kindly decline." Two hundred thousand dollars was an awful strict hook to be stuck on.
a timely hybrid: Head tilted at that and she frowned, an utterly unnatural expression on the minx's features. "Oh? This is a bad one?" Leaning forward to reach for the bottle and look it over. Free hand lifted and she tapped the bottle with a fingertip. "I thought it was a good one." There was...genuine sorrow in her tone at thinking she'd picked a bad bottle of scotch. The next words from him caught attention and head lifted to blink eyes at him. "I've no reason other than giving a friend a gift." Well, there was a bit of a clue in the mystery that was Pixie. That concerned expression returned to her face again. "Aren't we friends?" Pooka's tended to make friends everywhere, even when the other person wasn't aware of it. Pixie was a Seelie and that meant her heart was sometimes bigger than what it should be. -d
Xavier Darnai: "It's a very expensive, very rare bottle. Probably values somewhere around two hundred grand, maybe more. The quality've the Scotch is not the issue." Another hit was taken as he flagged the waitress down and lift the glass, handing it over to her. Her reasoning was met with a silent scoff and a shake of his head. It was shockingly pretentious to assume that in such a short period of time they could possibly have beome friends. That hardly even took his own feelings on the subject into account. "No." It was a straightforward answer, and he didn't feel like it should require-- or deserved --further explanation.
a timely hybrid: Now as he explained that the scotch wasn't an issue she smiled..Only for it to fade and an expression of real, true hurt come into her face. "Oh..." As he offered over the glass she shook head and set the bottle back on the table. "No thank you, I have to find the White Rabbit before the Red Queen wakes up." Scooting the chair back a bit she rose to stand. Pooka were an assuming lot but when they honestly seemed sincere it was..almost painful to watch happen. "I'm sorry that I misunderstood. Please keep the bottle if it's a good one and you like it." Dip of that head so that dreds swayed over shoulders and Pixie would turn on a heel to start for the door. No boisterous actions or any of that. It was as if her bubble had been burst. - d
Xavier Darnai: Xavier had seen his fair share of pain and this hardly registered on the scale. Watching as the waitress took the glass off into the kitchen to dispose of his co-opted Scotch, he looked back to the woman. "The problem with keeping the bottle's two-fold. Either you're not aware of its worth because you didn't have to pay anything for it, in which case it's worthless. Or you knew what it's worth, and were willing to offer it to someone whom you've known for all've a day, in which case it's worthless for a different bloody reason. Take the bottle with you, and if you ever take this sort've liberty with me again, my words won't be nearly as kind as these've been." One more hit off the cigarette was taken before he snuffed out the filter, turning finally to the chef compliment form as he pulled a pen from his jacket. Thinking for a moment, he began to write on the form.
a timely hybrid: That stopped her in her tracks. He was angry with her for the simple fact she'd only wanted to do something nice? This might get him a whole lot more than he'd bargained for. Standing up straight in a rather regal manner she turned on a heel to face him. Having a Pooka upset with you was akin to having a pesky poltergeist tracking your every movement. Mischeif an mayhem would surely follow. A rather sedate walk back towards the table and she didn't touch the bottle of scotch. When she spoke there didn't seem to be one single iota of crazy or outlandish in her speech. No riddles or rhymes just simple words spoken in the tone a Noble might use. "First of all Xavier, I did not buy the bottle as I did not have to. It was taken from my own personal stores where I live. Let's call it a re-gift shall we? Second of all the only liberties I have taken have been to attempt a rather futile effort to remove a miserable man from his misery." No inflection or change of tone, just nothing. "Simple acts of kindness seem to be either beyond or beneath you and for that I pity you. For such a view on life will leave you with nothing in the end." If he had looked up to her he might notice that the glamour had slipped ever so slightly and left her looking more like her true self than what she portrayed. Ears drew into even sharper points and along jawlines were faint ridges of either bone or tissue that were streaked with gray and white. There was also a rather bright gleam to her eyes that hadn't been there before. It was gone in a flash however as she raised the glamour once more. "To answer your previously rudely asked question of why I am here it is because I hope to stop something before it happens. Not here but in Reno. Good day." A dip of that head and she turned on heel once more to start for the door again. -d
Xavier Darnai: As she went on her little explanation, he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. Headaches, they were a reason to drink once upon a time. "Congratulations, you just gave something worth a fifth of a million dollars to someone you've known for less than twenty four hours for no bloody reason. Your simple acts've kindness're fine for the people who're feeling miserable, but you've got no bloody clue what's going through my mind, why I behave the way I do, or what happened to make me this way. So save your goodwill for someone who needs it, because I'm well enough without. If you're looking to stop something in Reno, either you can look to it in Reno, or tell whomever it is here what you need to in order to see it done." Looking down again, he picked up the pen and got to writing again. If she left, she left and it would be no loss on his account.
a timely hybrid: "Sometimes it's not what you see with your eyes Xavier. You're welcome for the Scotch and if I could take care of this in Reno I would. There are places things are hidden and few know the hiding places." She was talking about Dream Burrows. "Enjoy the scotch. Should you ever find yourself in Reno again, feel free to not look me up." Wave of hand over shoulder as she pulled the door open and slipped out. Resuming that carefree eccentricity she'd first come in with. -d
Xavier Darnai: "You're assuming I'm only looking with my eyes, which tells me you know fuck all about me. Assumptions're just going to leave you shortchanged. Best you leave 'em out."
a timely hybrid: "Just as you know fuck all about me. We're even on the assumptions bit then. Have a lovely evening." Before she slipped out the door. Wow, Pixie said a cuss word. -d
Xavier Darnai: As she left, he just shook his head. "You came looking for me, not the other way about." Finishing off the card, he stood and gathered his papers, moving over to the hostess station to hand the card over, noting the look on Natasha's face. "No bloody clue. Some stripper that decided to follow me from my trip to Reno for whatever reason. Feel free to have it authenticated." Turning, he stepped out of the Diner and headed down the side of the street to round the corner, heading towards the alley lot.
[Natasha Petranovic]: As he headed for his car, Natasha would collect the bottle and take it to the back bar for lock storage.
a timely hybrid: The Diner would be invaded..yes, that's right, invaded by that pink haired weirdo from Reno. Exactly why she was away from where she called home was anyone's guess. Still, as the doors opened and in she sauntered, dressed in the usual outlandish garb. Black short shorts with pink chaps and black boots, black tube top and pink fringed vest with a matching pink and black bandana tied around her neck. Pink, purple and blonde dreds trailed down back to brush ends along rump and only a pause in the doorway. Eyes narrowing slightly from the change in lighting and a little wrinkle of nose as the seemingly stuffy aura of the place. Didn't anyone in this town know how to really cut loose and have some fun!?? Either way that's when she spotted him, purely by chance mind you! Yes, of course it was! That's her story and she's sticking to it...Along with at least five other variations! "Well hellllooooo there." That runway like strut of long legs carried the weirdo on over to where he sat, a chair pulled out and down she went without even asking for or waiting for an invitation! -d
Xavier Darnai: He had no doubt that Natasha gave the garishly dressed woman an odd look as he walked by, but when Xavier spotted her he just delivered a deadpan stare. This was unexpected. Tapping his finger against the side of his glass, he watched her drop into the chair opposite from him. This wasn't ideal. He had an agreement with the Petranovics; no altercations. Reaching down for a moment, he undid the button of his suit coat to loosen it up a touch as he settled back in his seat. Another sip of the Scotch, and a quick glance to the street through the window running along the front of the diner, and he took a slow breath. "I know why I'm not still in Reno, why you're not's a much better question."
a timely hybrid: Brushing hands down the front of her vest and adjusting it over bared midriff she shifted on the seat, slouched a bit and crossed one leg over the other. "What's wrong? I thought you might enjoy a bit of excitement in your life." A bright smile offered in his direction even as one hand rose and twisted one of those long dreds around and around. "Oh! Why am I here?" Frowning she tilted head a bit and stared at him as if he'd gone completely dumb on her. "I'm chasing the White Rabbit of course!" There she goes with riddles. If the military ever wanted good codes? They should talk to a Pooka about making them. Of course they might be nothing but gibberish to anyone but the Pooka! -d
Xavier Darnai: Excitement. There was plenty of it in his life, and dealing with it was the trick. Too much excitement brought attention, and attention wasn't going to do him any favors just yet. Setting the glass down, he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out his cigarettes and lighter, pinning one of the filters between his lips. "Chasing the rabbit's not any better than chasing the dragon." There were lots of directons this conversation could go, but he wasn't invested in the mind games just yet. Chess was a game of back and forth with the intention of getting to better know your opponent, after all. Flipping his lighter open, he dragged his thumb against the wheel, sparking it to life as he shot his eyes towards it, watching the fire dance as he drew in a hit and clapped the lighter shut. Setting it by his Scotch, he started to stack up the papers for the moment, keeping them out of the way.
a timely hybrid: One had to be slighty touched in the head to get to know a Pooka. Especially those with the...stranger ways. Pixie rose up from the slouch and leaned against the edge of the table. Arm shifted and hand moved out, curling fingers around his glass to pull it over and raise it to lips for a sip. Wait..Hadn't she said the stuff was disgusting last night? After that sip...which drained the dregs of the Scotch she'd set the glass back down. In the exact same place it had been. "Chasing dragons is what I'm hoping to stop by catching the White Rabbit." Arm shifted again, propping elbow on the table top and chin in palm. Staring at him with those dark eyes and faint smile curling lips. "Dragons are nasty creatures, always sending out hot snot balls." -d
Xavier Darnai: A second hit was taken before he exhaled around him slowly, reaching over for the ashtray to tug it close enough to use, flicking a bit of the burn off into it as he did so. He stopped dead in his tracks as she took his drink, looking from it to her, watching as she took a pull of his rather expensive drink of choice with a twitch in his eye. That was a liberty he wasn't particularly pleased with, and the only reason he hadn't moved to stop her was for Natasha's benefit, who watched with a bit of shock as well as she came to the table with the form. Setting it down, she took the empty plate and made her way off again. "Up until now I've been nice because I've had no desire to bring attention to the establishments I've been in. But you've taken more liberties than I care to allow and still be cordial. What the bloody hell do you want."
a timely hybrid: As he seemed to lose his temper, as some were wont to do with her she just chuckled and tipped head slightly. "First, I've come to bring you a gift." Leaning down so that she was poised over one chap covered leg she'd pop the snaps along the inner seam open and from one of those boot tops, well just above it actually from a fancy little strapped holder she pulled a bottle. Turning it in hand as it was pulled free and setting it on the table in front of him. The label it's self spoke volumes. The Dalmore 62 Single Highland Malt Scotch. "From the Duchess of Hearts to you." Refastening the snaps on the inner seam of that pink chap she'd sit back up and look towards him. "What I want? Simply stated is something that I must find only when crawling with mice. Mickey is an elusive thing and I've come to find that Bluto isn't very nice at all." Here she goes again with that 'What the fuck?' speak. -d
Xavier Darnai: "The trouble with gifting Scotch to someone who drinks it is their understanding the value of what's being offered." Staring at the bottle for a moment, he looked back to the woman as he took another hit of the cigarette. As of yet he'd made no movement towards it, or even regarded it longer than it took to recognize it. Xavier didn't trust gifts of such value without some history behind it, and he'd only known this girl for all of a day. "You can thank the Duchess've Hearts, and tell her that if she's got a reason behind the gift she can explain it, otherwise I'll... kindly decline." Two hundred thousand dollars was an awful strict hook to be stuck on.
a timely hybrid: Head tilted at that and she frowned, an utterly unnatural expression on the minx's features. "Oh? This is a bad one?" Leaning forward to reach for the bottle and look it over. Free hand lifted and she tapped the bottle with a fingertip. "I thought it was a good one." There was...genuine sorrow in her tone at thinking she'd picked a bad bottle of scotch. The next words from him caught attention and head lifted to blink eyes at him. "I've no reason other than giving a friend a gift." Well, there was a bit of a clue in the mystery that was Pixie. That concerned expression returned to her face again. "Aren't we friends?" Pooka's tended to make friends everywhere, even when the other person wasn't aware of it. Pixie was a Seelie and that meant her heart was sometimes bigger than what it should be. -d
Xavier Darnai: "It's a very expensive, very rare bottle. Probably values somewhere around two hundred grand, maybe more. The quality've the Scotch is not the issue." Another hit was taken as he flagged the waitress down and lift the glass, handing it over to her. Her reasoning was met with a silent scoff and a shake of his head. It was shockingly pretentious to assume that in such a short period of time they could possibly have beome friends. That hardly even took his own feelings on the subject into account. "No." It was a straightforward answer, and he didn't feel like it should require-- or deserved --further explanation.
a timely hybrid: Now as he explained that the scotch wasn't an issue she smiled..Only for it to fade and an expression of real, true hurt come into her face. "Oh..." As he offered over the glass she shook head and set the bottle back on the table. "No thank you, I have to find the White Rabbit before the Red Queen wakes up." Scooting the chair back a bit she rose to stand. Pooka were an assuming lot but when they honestly seemed sincere it was..almost painful to watch happen. "I'm sorry that I misunderstood. Please keep the bottle if it's a good one and you like it." Dip of that head so that dreds swayed over shoulders and Pixie would turn on a heel to start for the door. No boisterous actions or any of that. It was as if her bubble had been burst. - d
Xavier Darnai: Xavier had seen his fair share of pain and this hardly registered on the scale. Watching as the waitress took the glass off into the kitchen to dispose of his co-opted Scotch, he looked back to the woman. "The problem with keeping the bottle's two-fold. Either you're not aware of its worth because you didn't have to pay anything for it, in which case it's worthless. Or you knew what it's worth, and were willing to offer it to someone whom you've known for all've a day, in which case it's worthless for a different bloody reason. Take the bottle with you, and if you ever take this sort've liberty with me again, my words won't be nearly as kind as these've been." One more hit off the cigarette was taken before he snuffed out the filter, turning finally to the chef compliment form as he pulled a pen from his jacket. Thinking for a moment, he began to write on the form.
a timely hybrid: That stopped her in her tracks. He was angry with her for the simple fact she'd only wanted to do something nice? This might get him a whole lot more than he'd bargained for. Standing up straight in a rather regal manner she turned on a heel to face him. Having a Pooka upset with you was akin to having a pesky poltergeist tracking your every movement. Mischeif an mayhem would surely follow. A rather sedate walk back towards the table and she didn't touch the bottle of scotch. When she spoke there didn't seem to be one single iota of crazy or outlandish in her speech. No riddles or rhymes just simple words spoken in the tone a Noble might use. "First of all Xavier, I did not buy the bottle as I did not have to. It was taken from my own personal stores where I live. Let's call it a re-gift shall we? Second of all the only liberties I have taken have been to attempt a rather futile effort to remove a miserable man from his misery." No inflection or change of tone, just nothing. "Simple acts of kindness seem to be either beyond or beneath you and for that I pity you. For such a view on life will leave you with nothing in the end." If he had looked up to her he might notice that the glamour had slipped ever so slightly and left her looking more like her true self than what she portrayed. Ears drew into even sharper points and along jawlines were faint ridges of either bone or tissue that were streaked with gray and white. There was also a rather bright gleam to her eyes that hadn't been there before. It was gone in a flash however as she raised the glamour once more. "To answer your previously rudely asked question of why I am here it is because I hope to stop something before it happens. Not here but in Reno. Good day." A dip of that head and she turned on heel once more to start for the door again. -d
Xavier Darnai: As she went on her little explanation, he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. Headaches, they were a reason to drink once upon a time. "Congratulations, you just gave something worth a fifth of a million dollars to someone you've known for less than twenty four hours for no bloody reason. Your simple acts've kindness're fine for the people who're feeling miserable, but you've got no bloody clue what's going through my mind, why I behave the way I do, or what happened to make me this way. So save your goodwill for someone who needs it, because I'm well enough without. If you're looking to stop something in Reno, either you can look to it in Reno, or tell whomever it is here what you need to in order to see it done." Looking down again, he picked up the pen and got to writing again. If she left, she left and it would be no loss on his account.
a timely hybrid: "Sometimes it's not what you see with your eyes Xavier. You're welcome for the Scotch and if I could take care of this in Reno I would. There are places things are hidden and few know the hiding places." She was talking about Dream Burrows. "Enjoy the scotch. Should you ever find yourself in Reno again, feel free to not look me up." Wave of hand over shoulder as she pulled the door open and slipped out. Resuming that carefree eccentricity she'd first come in with. -d
Xavier Darnai: "You're assuming I'm only looking with my eyes, which tells me you know fuck all about me. Assumptions're just going to leave you shortchanged. Best you leave 'em out."
a timely hybrid: "Just as you know fuck all about me. We're even on the assumptions bit then. Have a lovely evening." Before she slipped out the door. Wow, Pixie said a cuss word. -d
Xavier Darnai: As she left, he just shook his head. "You came looking for me, not the other way about." Finishing off the card, he stood and gathered his papers, moving over to the hostess station to hand the card over, noting the look on Natasha's face. "No bloody clue. Some stripper that decided to follow me from my trip to Reno for whatever reason. Feel free to have it authenticated." Turning, he stepped out of the Diner and headed down the side of the street to round the corner, heading towards the alley lot.
[Natasha Petranovic]: As he headed for his car, Natasha would collect the bottle and take it to the back bar for lock storage.
