* ^ Kenji is putting the combs back in his hair and then pulling on his gloves
<z> 6*Danil is now better-dressed, a velvet collar, dirt still under his fingernails shows he hasn't completely converted to gentleman.
* ^ Kenji sips his tea delicately.
<z> 6*Danil heads in to the bar and takes a seat, recognizes the dancer and gives him a polite nod. "Well met and good evening."
<^> <Kenji> still offering to buy people's sisters? ::sip sip::
<z> 6*Danil snorts. "Bought a few, got a few refunds. Still slipping off the kimono for tips?"
<^> <Kenji> I see you are the same cultured gentleman as before.
<z> 6*Danil "A leopard doesn't change his spots that easily."
* ^ Kenji checks himself in a tiny handheld mirror in the palm of his hand and taps on some lip gloss.
<^> <Kenji> nor does the hyena.
<z> 6*Danil bursts out laughing. 71
<z> 1 "You should be a jester at the court of the Demon Council."
<^> <Kenji> I think not. I have no desire to be surrounded by the insufferable and coarse and unable to leave.
<z> 6 is amused. 1 "There's a point. I may be more demon than human but even I get sick of those blowhards." He flags down a server if there's one to be had.
* ||| There is indeed, and she serves without butting into the conversation, such as it is.
<^> <Kenji> I don't have any more to do with the so called 'courts' than necessary.
<z> 6*Danil nods. 1 I've got a reason to care. This demon girl hired me to find one of their prisoners, a high value prisoner."
<^> <Kenji> not a prisoner if they don't have him or her, rather a fugitive. if that.
<z> 6*Danil 6 frowns. 1 She says he was held in one of the dungeons here. Maybe he got away, but do humans ever get away from demons here?"
<^> <Kenji> all the time. :;faint smile.::
<^> <kenji> they're not infallible. certainly not all knowing.
<z> 6*Danil 1 Well well... the only reason I'm not on anyone's list is because my demon has a soft spot in her heart for me. I doubt anyone has a soft spot in his heart for this one. He offended one of the Demon Elder Council."
* ||| A very smooth, lightly-accented masculine voice says, 1"And in this particular area, the rules are a bit less... stringent." 6The voice belongs to an elf, by all appearances, but not slender and pale. This one is solidly built, bronze-skinned, with long blond hair in many tiny braids, and eyes that are tawny like a jungle cat. He wears dark leathers, shirt, and something that looks a bit <cut>
<|||> <cont> like a kilt. <done>
<^> <Kenji> pretty easy to do.
<|||> <Elf> "Ah yes, angry women. Better to cut your losses with those, all around."
<z> 6*Danil nods, acknowledging the elf. 1 So would you say, a human might actually stay alive if he had adequate... let's say - protective coloration? I'd like to tell the demon there's no hope but something tells me she won't be satisfied till I bring back his skull."
<^_^> <Kenji> while there is life, there is hope.
<|||> <Elf> "Enough money, enough connections. Enough... information. There are many ways to hide in a place such as this." 6He beckons the serving girl over and orders a drink. 1"But I apologize for interrupting your conversation - it is interesting to hear someont talk of a bounty openly."
<^_^> <Kenji> I've no problem with it but ... i'm not after a bounty.
<z> 6*Danil looks wary. 1 Bounty? I'm not collecting a bounty. I'm doing a favor for a former mistress." 6 he is embarrassed to reveal to them he was once a slave. 1 We have an understanding. She wants her... human pet back."
<^_^> <Kenji> she's old enough for her wants not to hurt her.
<|||> <Elf> "Ah, but there are some who cannot take that little pain. All desire is suffering, you know."
<z> 6*Danil 6 shrugs again. 1 I was just a distraction from her human. Once you've had Terran you can't go back. 6 somehow that strikes him terribly funny, and he downs his ale, and casts about for a refill.
<z> 6*Danil has stopped `ing
* ^_^ kenji was sipping tea?
<z> 6*Danil had just refilled, and gave Requiem a very charming smile, more human than demon. Maybe he thinks he's got a chance now that he's paying full price and has silver in his pocket instead of copper.
* ^_^ Tora of the very, very red hair drifts in. Tora is in very beautiful and incredibly expensive white robes embroidered with pale pink and white mums.
* ^_^ thinks i have an alias for him
* ^_^ fuji
* ^_^ Tora Kushinada is a teenager, about 17ish. his eyes are violet and he seems to project innocence and sweetness, just a bit shy. sensitives, however, feel there is much more to this boy than that - something dark beneath the cool eyes that bides its time. He wears a long white robe in an eastern style, embroidered with white spider mums.
* ^_^ there he is. :D
<z> 6*Danil recognizes the boy but doesn't remember anything about him.
* ^_^ he might recognize the Onza, who's following him at a few paces.
<z> 6 that he does. He gives a neutral smile and makes sure the Onza gets a good look at his silver rings set with semi-precious stones. He has come up in the world.
* ^_^ the onza snorts faintly. almost leers. but he has to keep watching and stay close to tora
<z> 6*Danil is getting a little buzz on with his third ale. "So we meet again... Anzac?"
<^_^> <Onza> Yeah, I remember you, Anal.
<z> 6*Danil laughs out loud again. "Still keeping unsavory company?" He completely forgets what Tora is there for.
<^_^> <Onza> well, you're here.
<z> 6*Danil 1 Very true... may I buy you a drink, since you've got a few to catch up on?"
<^_^> <Onza> working.
<z> 6*Danil looks around him. 1 Working? In a tavern? 6 tries to remember what exactly he does.
* ^_^ Tora tips his head at them, eyes going slit pupiled for a moment. Onza stiffens a little and then relaxes when tora looks away again, and another man that Danil did not notice before orders tea for Tora
<^_^> <Onza> I'm with my master. ::irritably::
<z> 6*Danil turns and stares at Tora, then away. 1 Oh. OHhhh... 6 shakes his head. 1 Of course. I'm sorry...." 6 he visibly recoils.
* ^_^ Caracal is a lean young man, possibly part elvish, of 5'10". His hair is about the color of caramel and down to his hips, usually pulled back in a loose ponytail. He usually wears a black leather tailored longcoat over dark clothing, and he has dark glasses that cover his eyes. He has no visible weapons.
* ^_^ he is waiting on Tora. the onza seems to be doing nothing that anyone can tell other than looking stylish
<z> 6*Danil 6 wouldn't have any thoughts on that, either. He assumes anyone who looks stylish is either putting on airs or is for sale in some way. He is wondering who he can ask about how to bribe members of the government to look in the dungeons for prisoners.
* ^_^ the Onza looks at Danil and snorts on a laugh. but says nothing
<z> 6*Danil gets mildly alarmed at that. 1 You aren't poking around in my mind now are you, Anzac?' 6 and he gives Tora an uneasy glance.
<^_^> <Onza> its what i do. ::smiles a bright and perhaps slightly vicious smile::
<z> 6*Danil mutters, 1 There oughtta be a law... 6 then he brightens. 1 You don't... do it for hire do you? Or your... master?"
<^_^> <Onza> you cant' afford me.
<z> 6*Danil 1 No but my mistre -- my friend can. If you can give me the information she is seeking I am sure she can meet your price. However outrageous it might be. And I'll be quits of this stupid job. 6 He's right - she's got Kuja gold, a goodly chunk of it.
<^_^> <Onza> ... you don't want...
<^_^> <Tora> now now, Onza. ::turns his pansy purple eyes on Danil. :: Don't tell the man what he wants.
* ^_^ Onza's eyes close briefly as if in pain.
<^_^> <Onza> Yes, Tora-sama.
<z> 6 sighs. 1 The princess wants what she wants. I want what the princess wants, so it's what I want. She wants the human pet so I'll find the human pet. And I'm coming up dry which means he's gone to ground and I will look forever and ... she won't get what she wants. 6 he throws up his hands.
<^_^> <Tora> then tell her i want a soul. hers. yours. either will work.
<^_^> <Tora> but it has to be volunteered by you, or by her.
<^_^> <Onza> Looks away. he tried to warn Danil as best he could.
<z> 6*Danil stares for a moment. Then begins to laugh. 1 Listen, boy... I pay in gold. 6 he puts his hand on his heart. 1 This has already been given. And not to a soul-eater. 6 he makes an arcane sign of protection. He is disturbed by Tora's price.
* ^_^ Tora glances at the onza and then at the blonde and goes back to his tea. the onza is looking at the floor.
<^_^> <Tora> Onza. handle it.
<^_^> <Onza> yes, my lord.
<z> 6 Danil shakes his head. 1 Is that what you did? Is that what both of you did? Sold your souls to this - this - boy? But WHY? 6 He is amazed.
<^_^> <Onza> no. we did not.
<z> 6 Danil is confused, and waits for an explanation. 1 But... why do you serve him?
<^_^> <Onza> he's our master. ::eyes look distant::
<z> 6 Danil looks at Onza frankly. 1 Then he owns your freedom, but not your soul?
<^_^> <Onza> you're a nosey mortal.
<z> 6 shrugs. 1 I am hired to be nosy. The princess wants what she wants. Being a slave is a hard habit to break.
<^_^> <Onza> she's gonna be out of luck then. pity.
<z> 6*Danil 6 frowns. 1 Why? She isn't looking to enslave him. Leastways that isn't how I understand it. She... um... well you know how demons are about their humans. 6 At least that's how he sees it.
<^_^> <Onza> Apparnetly not since you shied away from my lord's offer like you were spitting on vermin.
<z> 6*Danil laughs again, uneasily. 1 My soul isn't mine to sell for simply seeking information, Anzac. I can't sell what I don't own.
<^_^> <Onza> yeah, Dan-hole, i understand completley.
<z> 6*Danil 6 looks at Tora. 1 I'm not sure you do. I serve the princess because she's out of luck and because she's got a shred of decency... for demonkind. And because... well let's be honest, she's a hot little number. We had some good times. And I don't say no to her. But there are limits to where I go. I'll pay a lot to find him. And if you have any help to sell for a
<z> 1 price I can pay, I'll take it. She wants the human, very badly.
<^_^> <Onza> out of my hands now. You insulted my lord.
<^_^> <Onza> You're lucky he doenst' want to make a fuss in the room.
<z> 6*Danil blinks. 1 What? He is the one who asked me for my soul! I wanted to buy some information! 6 but he grows uneasy once more, sensing more power than he can fend off.
<^_^> <Onza> yeah? Well, *boy*, thats too bad, ain't it?
<z> 6*Danil 6 suddenly realizes that the Onza has done something . 1 What - what did you do? 6 he looks at Tora, now with open fear. 1 What did you do?
<^_^> <Onza> he's taken the gauntlet you slapped him with. you insulted him. you didn't just refuse, you attempted - badly, i might add - a ward as if he's a common demon and actively tried to harm you rather than started haggling. You called him 'boy.' you laughed at him. and you sneered at him.
<^_^> <Onza> you tell me. what did you do, hm? would you laugh at your mistress? Laugh in her face and call her names? you laughed at mine.
<z> 6*Danil 6 throws up his hands again, a familiar gesture. 1Well, most of the time, yeah. It's an unorthodox relationship.
<^_^> <Onza> well then, you're not really used to dealing with real demons, are you?
<z> 6*Danil 1 I'm half blood, I get certain rights. To the demons, I'm a human, to the humans, I'm a demon. I don't have to pay obeisance to them unless... of course... forced to. 6 he gives Tora another sidelong look.
<^_^> <Onza> whoops, too late, huh?
<z> 6 Fear once again flickers on his hard features. 1 You didn't... you didn't - kill him did you? 6 He thinks, the princess will kill me if she knows about this.
<^_^> <Onza> heheheheheee... me? I'm right here, you can see me.
<^_^> <Onza> what the others who obey tora are doing? now that i can't say.
<z> 6*Danil narrows his eyes. 1 I wasn't born yesterday, Onza. 6 oh surprise surprise he knows his name. 1 And how many others are obeying... your worthy master? 6 too little respect, too late.
<^_^> <Onza> we're a coven. those come in various numbers and organized differently depending on what they do.
<z> 6*Danil 1 I have no quarrel with you or your coven. But please... don't kill the human... or it's my life here. The princess will roast me slowly before eating my entrails, and that isn't how I planned to go.
<z> 6 he is probably exaggerating. Probably
<^_^> <Onza> Danil. You took it out of my hands. Do you understand? You pushed and you got *his* attention. and then you insulted him.
<z> 6*Danil sags in the chair, putting his head in his hands, and makes a slight sound of grief. 1 Then I'm as good as dead. 6 he takes a carefully hoarded pouch of silver, representing two months of profits, and pushes it across the bar toward Tora. 1 This is all I own. Please, don't kill the human. I didn't mean any insult to you or yours. 6 too late, he pays attention to p
<z> 6 protocol, but his gesture is a genuine one.
* ^_^ Onza moves so fast that you simply could not see him move - and he is holding the Caracal's wrists.
<^_^> <Onza> he's not attacking. he's just trying to make an offer, Caracal.
<z> 6*Danil is stunned, and falls back, hands held up in a gesture of surrender. 1 I'll go, I'll go! He is afraid to move.
* ^_^ the Caracal just suddenly was there, and holding his hands at a strange angle - little nigh invisible web wrapped somehow through his fingers, glistening. the onza's hair brushes it and falls away as if it were never attached, severed by whatever the blond has in his hands.
* ^_^ tora bends and scoops up the hair.
<^_^> <Tora> leave him, Caracal. he's of no consequence.
<z> 6*Danil doesn't get the benefit of Tora's indifference, and is out the door.
* ^_^ tora smiles to himself.
<z> 6 a weary and rather grubby human wrapped in worn woolens trudges in through the door, blowing heat onto his hands as he removes his gloves, and peers into the room before entering it. He is slightly built, with shocking black hair and pale skin, and has not shaved in many days.
* ^_^ unless where Danil is staying is heavily warded... the silver is in his room on his pillow with a note sealed with a simple stylized tiger. inside is written 'treasure what is left of your life.'
<z> 6 It's not, and the note and the reappearance of the silver makes him far more afraid than the sacrifice of it.
* ^_^ is that pucci, btw?
<z> 6 yep
* ^_^ a kitten climbs up pucci's leg. its a small chocolate black kitten with big blue eyes.
<z> 6*Pucci is startled by the little animal, but then smiles down at it. "I'm afraid I haven't got enough money to feed you, little one. I just came in to get out of the cold."
<^_^> <Kitten> mew!
* ^_^ Tora's head snaps around and his purple eyes narrow and then he stalks towards pucci.
<z> 6*Pucci has a sinking feeling that his last two coppers are going to go down this cat's gullet instead of his own. 1 All right all right... 6 he reaches down and pets the kitten and looks toward the bar in hopes of a cheap pitcher of milk, and then spots the purple-eyed youth, and nods. 1 Good evening, sir, is this your pet?" He is hoping.
<^_^> <Tora> My Miko, yes, thank you. how can i possibly repay you for finding him? ::smiles sweetly, all signs of demon gone. for now.::
<z> 6*Pucci 1 Oh thank goodness... I have hardly enough to pay for my dinner, I feared... 6 he is embarrassed and bites it back. 1 I did not find him, he found me, I cannot claim to have done anything to deserve your kindness... 6 he gently cradles the kitten and moves to hand it to the youth.
<^_^> <Tora> ah, but he went straight to you, did he not?
<^_^> <tora> come, have dinner with us. ::such a sweet youth. he can't be more than 17::
<z> 6*Pucci is mildly flattered. 1 It is just my way, animals tend to come to me, I must smell like food. 6 he thinks maybe the youth is looking for a certain kind of company, and he doesn't want to get into that. 1 I don't want to impose on your time... I was just... 6 girding himself for another night in the cold.
<^_^> <Tora> Please. I was just snubbed by a terrible fellow, some kind of bounty hunter, and i could use some pleasant company.
<z> 6*Pucci wonders how to say no when the moment of decision arrives. 1 I... 6 smiles nervously. 1 I don't know what to say. 6 he holds out a clean but chapped hand to shake. 1 My name is Ludovico, I am from... well, not from this land. 6
<^_^> <Tora> I am Tora, the Kushinada. ::blinks at his hand and takes it sort of lamely, as if he's never seen a handshake before. finallyclasps it in both his and bows over it.::
<z> 6*Pucci puzzles over the title, accepts the gesture of respect and makes a little bow of his own, European style. 1You are... I am afraid I do not recognize the title... a member of the nobility then? 6 whatever nobility there may be... he hasn't figured it out yet.
<^_^> <Tora> I'm not from this city.
<z> 6*Pucci nods. 1 I understand. 6 He unbuttons his coat and sits down. He is exhausted, and hasn't eaten for two days. 1 I meant no disrespect. I ask because I too hold a title, but it is as meaningless and extinct as the city I left, and I will never see it again. 6 He sighs, and grief overcomes him briefly. 1 Or my children.
* ^_^ onza flinches suddenly.
<z> 6*Pucci sees the man flinch. 1 Sir, are you unwell?
<^_^> <Tora> he's being sent a vision from our oracle.
<^_^> <Onza> twin children, boy and girl, cloaked in shadow, sheilded by the hidden fire. They know their father yet know him not. They know their mother but she is naught.
<z> 6*Pucci looks from Onza to Tora. 1 You are... mystics? I only ask because... I have had my own encounters with ... forces... not of my own choosing, I assure you."
<^_^> <Onza> bound with a ring...
<z> 6*Pucci blinks rapidly, and his mouth opens. 1 "How... how did you know...?" his eyes fill with tears.
<^_^> <Tora> he's in contact with the oracle.
<^_^> <Tora> onza. ask Havana. are they well? this man is their father. ::gently.::
<^_^> <Onza> ... yeah. yeah. they're fine. they're good.
<z> 6*Pucci 1 Whatever you do, do not say the name... of the ... 6 he gulps... 1 the god... 6 he is suddenly rigid with fear. He doesn't hear the comments, or doesn't register them.
* ^_^ Onza twitches a little
<^_^> <Onza> Okay. thats all we have.
<^_^> <tora> its alright, gentle sir.
* ^_^ Caracal offers Pucci a clean black silk hanky
<z> 6*Pucci accepts it, almost distractedly. 1 They... I have never set eyes on them. 6 he wipes his eyes. The emotion brings him over the edge and his hunger causes him to nearly faint.
* ^_^ Caracal and tora guide Pucci to a seat.
<z> 6*Pucci almost forgets where he is now, he reaches into his pocket and takes out a small magical object - the light shell he got from the avatar of Summer, and clutches it as if it is his only connection to reality. The shell will shine with an inner light and a small but penetrating warmth.
* ^_^ Tora gasps. Okay...maybe this was fated after all.
<^_^> <Tora> You have a gift of the Sun.
<z> 6*Pucci 1 looks down at the shell. 1 It was a gift from a friend... from that city. It is all I have left of it. All I have left of any of them. Even my... 6 he makes a slight gesture. It's clear he doesn't know the significance of the shell.
<^_^> <Tora> It means that I will offer my protection. ::even if it were not just to spite a man who was rude to him.::
<z> 6*Pucci shakes his head. 1I know I may seem to be a poor man... a beggar, to you... I am not a beggar, merely an unfortunate man. I don't ask you for anything... perhaps you misunderstand... it is magical but... 6 he thinks Tora is a little superstitious.
<^_^> <Tora> I have my own reasons, but the shell seals it. It is a symbol of the pantheon i follow, the Light.
* ^_^ not the shell, the Light itself
<z> 6*Pucci looks down at it. 1 You... you think that you owe me something? I am afraid I could not accept... any gifts from a stranger. Thank you for the offer of dinner but that is quite more than anyone has done for me in months.
<^_^> <Tora> You are hunted by the demons. I offer, freely, and of my own free will, the protection of the Kushinada.
<z> 6*Pucci gulps and nods. 1 It is true... I dare not say more, but it seems you already know. What must I do to accept this... this protection? How does this obligate me to you? 6 there has to be a catch. There's always a catch.
<^_^> <Tora> if you choose your path... in a way that leads you from under my protection, i cannot follow
<z> 6*Pucci smiles sadly. 1 I have somehow managed to survive this long without your protection, though poorly, I can't see that losing it will be that much of a risk. Then I accept.
<^_^> <Tora> then - please accept what hospitality i can offer for as long as it lasts.
<z> 6*Pucci surrenders. 1 I hope... that it is freely given... 6 he doesn't want to say what comes next, t hat his heart is already sworn to another. He still thinks the youth is lonely and wants some companionship.
<^_^> <Tora> of course it is. ::blinks confusedly::
* ^_^ the onza leans over and murmurs into pucci's ear.
<^_^> <Onza> ::murmur:: my lord tora is chaste.
<z> 6*Pucci blushes. 1 Please excuse me... I have been in some rough places, I have made a false assumption my lord. 6 But he's super relieved.
<^_^> <Onza> he hasn't figured it out.
* ^_^ bread and a cream of potato soup with crumbled bacon lightly garnishing it are delivered to pucci!
<z> 6*Pucci doesn't know what to say to Onza's comment. 1 All is well. It is a very cold night, and even a gift of the Sun is not enough to keep me from shivering. 6 he doesn't say much more while he downs the soup.
* ^_^ Caracal guards them while the onza gets up and arranges for them to stay the night. a bath and fresh clothes for Pucci - where the clothes came from is unknown but they are up to his former social standing and expectations.
* ^_^ and ... pucci will have a guard from here on out.
<z> 6*Pucci turns rapidly back into the gentleman who first arrived in Dragongate with his fortune in jewels, minus the jewels, but the prospect of sleeping in a bed with a full stomach has him almost giddy with joy.
* ^_^ he has some money, certainly enough for little fripperies and his meals, and fresh changes of clothes.
* ^_^ Tora takes care of his wards
<z> 6*Pucci heads off to bed and thanks Tora again for his generosity, still wondering whether this man, too, is something other than what he appears. Such good fortune could not have simply fallen in his lap this way, not after nearly a year on the run in New Babylon.
* ^_^ Onza will offer to shave him. apparently the Onza knows how to be a proper valet and is the one laying out his clothes. and buying them. they are ...extremely fashionable locally.
* ^_^ yet flattering on pucci - he ignores anything that he finds unflattering
<z> 6*Pucci accepts, reluctantly, but he's used to valets and isn't put off. If they are alone, he ventures a question. 1 Is this common, in your... religion, for you to have chaste priests such as Lord Tora? In this place that seems most unusual.
<^_^> <Onza> we are not from here. and he's not a priest.
<^_^> <Onza> its probably going to be extremely difficult for you to understand. I don't understand it.
<z> 6*Pucci "I am sorry if I presumed. But I myself was only three or four more hungry days away from accepting ... advances, from some of the denizens of this place, and I would never have forgiven myself. I hope you don't take it amiss that I presumed.
<^_^> <Onza> he was sacrificed to a demon lord. meant to be that demon lord's new body. He was a virgin. perfect and immortal. thats not what happened. instead of being subsumed by the old monster, he discovered that the 'monster' was simply one of the sacrifices previous who had turned to evil and kept the spirit rather than go on when it was time.
<^_^> <Onza> the power was there. and he did battle with the old dragon... and won. he kept the power and the demon is in that body - but so is the sweet virgin boy. they underestimated him. Just because you're innocent does not mean you are not a wild thing and able to bite and fight when cornered.
<z> 6*Pucci blinks. 1 So he is an innocent youth who discovered a spirit imprisoned and defeated it? That... that is a remarkable thing..." 6 but he smiles wistfully. 1 I cannot say I was ever sweet or virginal, at best I can say I was always much too naive to do battle with evil.
<^_^> <Onza> we were henchmen. doomed things. Tora while influenced by the demon recognized us as enemies. the coven as it existed then wanted our bodies - we were young. they were not.
<^_^> <Onza> we were all bound with demons. and then tora's sister showed up. and thats when he broke their control over him for good. he let her kill him.
<^_^> <Onza> and all of us died trying to save him.
<z> 6*Pucci nods, not fully understanding. 1 Then... how do you come to be here?'
<^_^> <Onza> ... and something ... happened. He was the Kushinada. the spirit of the green, the rice, the corn. he ressurected us... and let the old coven go to hell as they should always have. rather than cheat death and let it take our souls in their place and keep our bodies ... Tora somehow twisted it all. his sacrifice ...
<^_^> <Onza> we stayed. we kept the demons' powers. well, creatures, we're not exactly demons, not all of us. not as most understand it.
<z> 6*Pucci 1 Perhaps, being so wise from the oracle, you may also know that I too, have died and been resurrected. By this... deity whose name I dare not speak. And that is how all of the rest of my misfortunes ensued. But for me, I am not exactly human any longer, but I cannot claim to be better, perhaps a little worse than human."
<^_^> <Onza> heh. i'm not known for my wisdom. the oracle is. mr.Brown, he's our wise one.
<z> 6*Pucci 1 But you knew of my children. They are far away in another... in another world. No one, not demon or human or fae, has ever spoken of them, they had no knowledge of this."
<^_^> <Onza> its fine, fine. Brown knew of them.
<z> 6*Pucci has a thought, but doesn't want to ask, not after all this time, to break open old wounds. What became of Tizra.
<^_^> <Onza> do you want to know?
<z> 6*Pucci "I have been through much in the past year, sir. I wonder if my heart could stand one more blow... but... 6 he thinks further. 1 I wish to know, yes.
<^_^> <Onza> she lives in a dream state. a man who she thinks is you - her husband - cares for her. he is not. He does not sleep with her except to comfort and warm her, they do not have sex. she never recovered, her mind wanders. But a man with your aspect cared for your children, and for her. He raises horses. And taught them piano and the harp and violin, and guitar.
<z> 6*Pucci 1 She is in no pain? She does not suffer?
<^_^> <Onza> she thinks she has a perfect life. as perfect as it can be for a selfish, self absorbed woman.
<^_^> <Onza> the Shadow Lord takes care of her. as he promised.
<z> 6*Pucci takes a deep breath. 1 I think you are too harsh in judging her. I was drawn to her because, for her other foibles, she was after all... a human being.... 6 yeah he's still fatally naive.
<^_^> <Onza> i'm not judging her. I am telling you what i am recieving.
<z> 6*Pucci 1 I appreciate what you can tell me. 6 even if he disagrees with the assessment.