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Dinner Talk, Part 4

(A collaborative RP between @lilthessa and myself as The Flea. Thank you for reading) {Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

"And you feel you may be consumed by he fel one day?” The Flea looked at her curiously, his fingers gently caressing her hand.

Lil nodded, blushing a bit at the movement and then taking a deep breath. “Before Sen.. vanished we were trying to work on a cure. A way to reverse the corruption that I have already. It’s much worse than you think.” She sighed, still holding his hand though. “It is inevitable, in my line of work. I will fall to it. One way or another. My hope, in battle. Though if I have to be cut down..” She looked away. “ I hope it won’t come until after Elly has grown, though.

He nodded. "We all have our price to pay for our sins, huh?" He smiled at her and said, "May you have many, many years ahead of you, dear Seer.”

She smiled, gently though. “One may hope, though I don’t play too much with fate.” She sighed softly. “I’m giving you a chance, though I don’t want to rush anything. We are both too shaken up still. But I’d want to chat with you again…” She then reached into her robe with a free hand. She came out with a ring, handing it to him. “This stone is not a normal stone. When you touch it, you will be able to talk directly to me. Touch the black stone. Then it will be attuned to your finger only.”

He took the filigree designed ring with the black stone center. He smiled. "I use a similar stone for the King and Sarinna," he said. Touching the stone, he could feel the magic within and he place the ring in his finger. "Thank you. And thank you for chatting with me. I am grateful that you are not kicking me out of your home... or life." If he could blush, he would.

Lil nodded. “There are some that would want me to just dismiss you. But I don’t and never really do something simply because another that isn’t me doesn’t want me to. You are welcome. I feel drawn to you..as long as you never betray me..”

"There are?" He furrowed his brow, wondering who would want her to do such a thing, then something hit him. "You've spoken about me to others?" He smiled a bit, boyishly.

Lil smiled. “Well, just a couple of people. Simply that we talked. After all, they are friends. They don’t know any of these new… circumstances. It’s likely they won’t though. Though eventually .. if things became more.. I don’t want it to be a secret. I am a social creature for the most part. I like to go out every once and awhile… see the clientele.” Lil shrugged. “Make the rumor mill run even more.” She laughed softly but still held his hand.

#The Seer #The Flea #Dinner Talk #Part 4 #The End #long

My Condolences

"How is your little one?" Maescia asked, look at Elaianna.

Anna smiled. "Nerina is wonderful. Healthy and... quite vocal these days. I don't imagine it's too long before she starts forming words."

Haleth quickly finished the venison and potatoes, leaving the spinach untouched. He leaned back, smiling at the thought of Nerina as he allowed Anna to answer.

"How old is she, now?" Maescia inquired.

Jorsef grinned as well as he looks to Elaianna. His eyes are wide, brown hues filled with curiousity.

"Just over twenty-six weeks," came Elaianna's reply.

"Oh th' precious thing. Healthy as ever? How many hours a night she keep ya' up?" Jorsef asked.

"No more than her Father." she answered smoothly.

Jorsef snorted and sipped his wine, trying hard to cover his gentle laughter.

"She needs lots of brothers and sisters." Haleth grinned at Anna.

Jorsef simply shook his head and laughed, turning to Mae with his snicker, sipping his wine again whie Mae spoke.

"How many are you planning on having?"

Haleth was the one to answer this time. "I believe we agreed on thirty."

Maescia looked to Elaianna. "My condolences."

@redheaded-heroine @wrahaleth @jorsef-ironshield

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Dinner Talk, Part 1

(A collaborative rp between @lilthessa and myself as the Flea)

Two days later, Lil waited at the designated spot for Flea to arrive, worried that he might not show up at all, or stand her up. In any case, she hadn’t told her daughter anything. Didn’t want to raise her hopes. The little one though played normally, drawing in her little book and mumbling in her own little world. Lil kept her gaze moving back and forth along the row.

From the Court of the Sun, the undead man in a dark blue suit approached the red haired woman. He bowed his head, tipping his hat. “My dear Seer, I hope I did not keep you waiting too long.” He turned to look at the little blonde girl and smiled. “I hope i didn’t cross any lines, but I brought you two something.” He showed Lilthessa a small package containing a sin’dorei doll with dark hair and green eyes. He also presented Lilthessa with a small bouquet of pink roses.

The little girl looked up towards Lil and then smiled. “Hewwo. I’m Eleniel..” Her gaze looked over at the Flea curiously. “You?”

Lil smiled. “This is Jhonathon. He is our dinner guest today.” She smiled and took the gifts. “Thank you, you didn’t have to.” She hugged him gently.

Eleniel grinned and took the doll. “Thank you, Jojo..” She held it tighter to her and smiled. “I love it.”

Lil shook her head. “Not too long at all. Now.. Just a moment.” She focused, and spoke a word that was too low for the Flea to hear it. Soon a house appeared beyond the cloaking spell. Twin lions appeared guarding the staircase upwards. “Here’s our house.. Come on up.” Once he stepped forward, he had the sensation of a curtain closing around them. Lil and Eleniel went up the stairs and opened the door for him.

He smiled at what the little girl called him and chuckled. However, it was Lilthessa’s reveal that made him smile brighter. “You never cease to amaze me, my dear Seer.” He felt that whisper of a sensation around them and he chuckled, shaking his head. As they opened the door, he paused, “After you, ladies.”

Lil smiled and Eleniel ran inside with her new dollie. Though the seer held open the door for the Flea and then closed to behind him. The room was quaint and with a flick of her wrist, the candles and lanterns came into light around the house. “I can take your hat..” He saw a coat and hat rack near the door. The corridor showed pictures of family long since dead now. Pictures of men and women, most likely of Lilthessa’s lineage. A small living room area with a fireplace, and a few other doors down the hallway towards the back of the house. “Welcome.” She said softly. “It’s not too much. but it’s home..”

#The Seer #The Flea #Dinner Talk #Sorry for no pics.#next time!

Shadowrun Vladivostok: Dinner date

Maro goes out for dinner with Léan, a mechanic and shadowrunner.

Story set in the Shadowrun setting.

Contains: No smut, lots and lots of dialogue.

Length: 3929 words

Also available to read on Wordpress.

“Besides, I’ve never liked those places,” he then continued, “They’re bit too stuffy for my taste.” “Could’ve fooled me,” She said with a slight smirk and slight twinkle in her grey eyes. “How so?” “Oh come on Maro,” she said, trying not to sound too incredulous, “You drive a pretty fucking high class BMW and wear a suit almost all the time. You look like you belong to a corp.” “Ah, point taken,” he replied with a slight shrug of his shoulder. “Don’t get me wrong though,” she added with a dismissive wave of her hand, “The corp look works. Sparrow seems to have taken a fancy to you at least. She cocked her head to the side inquisitively. “Speaking of which, what was that job she had you doing? I’ve barely seen you around the shop for the past two weeks.” Maro took a swig of his own beer, making a grimace at the horrid taste, before continuing. “Working as a bodyguard for a Tir diplomat.” “No shit?” Léan looked at him surprised. “No shit indeed,” he replied with a solemn nod. “So how was it like?” “Aside from an incident with the Vory? Pretty relaxed if not demanding at the same time.” “Wait? The fucking Vory tried to pounce on a diplomat?” Léan looked incredulously at him, to which Maro could only shrug his shoulders slightly. “Look, how about we actually order food first and I’ll tell you what happened.” “Sure. What do you recommend then?” She asked while casting an inquisitive look at the nearby menu. He cupped his chin in his fingers as he studied it in tow. “I’d go for the Shaokao. Either that or the Teriyaki burger. Yegor knows how to do them well.” “Yegor?” Léan looked at him questioningly, an eyebrow arching upwards. He simply nodded towards the ork behind the counter. “Wait, you know the owner?” A wide grin appeared on her freckled face as she laughed softly. “Just how often do you eat here?” Maro looked a bit awkward for a moment. “Whenever I can and have the money for it I guess. I’m telling you, their stuff is fucking delicious.” “I guess I’ll have to take your word for it then. A Teriyaki burger it is. So what’s your pick then?” “Probably the Shaokao or the glazed ribs. I’m going to order.” “Order a couple of extra beers too. Mine’s running out,” She held up a can for emphasis.

Once he had finished Léan leant back on her chair, her head cocked very slightly to the side as she looked at Maro. Looking like she had a hard time actually believing what he had just told her. “Okay, so let me get this straight,” She began slowly, “So once every year the Vory tries to intimidate this diplomat into doing something?” “Eeyup,” Maro replied while swabbing up the remains of the sauce on his plate with a piece of bread. “And every time this guy in a suit shows up and stops them, correct?” “Pretty much, that’s what he told me at least,” he popped the soaked piece of bread into his mouth. “That’s a pretty fucked up tradition if anything,” she shook her head as if not still fully grasping the whole thing, causing Maro to chuckle slightly. “Funny enough I said something similar when he mentioned it.” “How did he take it?” “Well by the looks of it. I mean he hired me for the rest of his stay.” “Who was the Vory guy again?” “He said it was Igor Strelkov I think.” “Hang on a fucking second here,” Léan raised one of her hands, “Are we talking the fucking Igor Strelkov?” Lean’s eyes then widened in obvious surprise. “Second in command of the Eastern Vory? Yeah, that’s him,” Maro replied casually. “And you’re telling me he got a good look at you? You sure you shouldn’t be looking over your shoulder all the time?” Maro’s only response was yet another shrug. “If he wanted me dead, I’d probably be dead by now. Figure I’m not a big enough blip on his radar.” “That’s a fair point,” Léan said before draining another can of beer before speaking again, “So how did he look like?” “Who?” “The guy in the suit you dumbass. Or I guess the other guy in the suit.” “Can’t say really. Tall, dark, handsome,” He smirked slightly at Léan. Who just rolled her eyes back at him in response, “I thought I saw him a couple of times later on but I can’t be too sure.” Léan looked down at her now empty plate and the several beer cans scattered around it. “How do you feel about seconds? I’m still kinda hungry.” “Sure,” Maro replied, “I’m the one paying the tab anyway.”

“So how was it?” She asked while leaning forward, resting her face in the palm of her hand. He gave her a brief questioning look before she elaborated. “Racing.” “Oh,” He said, sounding slightly embarrassed. “Yeah, I enjoyed it. I mean I did drop out of law school for it.” “Wait,” A grin formed on her face, “You dropped out of law studies so you could race cars?” “What can I say?” He said somewhat dismissively, “Becoming an attorney might have gotten me rich but it was just so fucking boring. So can you really blame me?” “Well not really,” Lean said convinced, going back to her plate again, “ It does sound like the most boring shit ever. I take it your parents didn’t like that decision very much.” Maro laughed. “On the contrary my friend, they were completely fine with it.” “Really?” Léan didn’t sound too convinced, “You’d think they’d disagree with you doing something like that.” “Yeah,” he nodded, “But the thing is our family has a bit of a history of race car drivers and not to mention it’s a national thing of sorts. But it was fun. Especially once I switched over to Touring car racing. As much as I wanted, I could never get into the Formula 1 league, despite our country's history of great drivers in that field.” “Why was that?” she wondered, to which he ribbed his thumb against his index and middle finger. “A question of money pretty much. Most teams are corp sponsored and it can be hard for a rookie to really get a foot in. Especially if you only have a history in rally racing like me. Not to mention most of drivers are riggers as well. Just to be able to handle the cars and the speed.” “You’re not much for that? Stepping inside a rigger cocoon and drive the car that way?” She asked as she grabbed another can of beer and popped it open. Maro shook his head. “Nah, I prefer having my hands on a steering wheel and being there in person.” “I hear ya,” She slightly raised her can, “ I feel pretty much the same about that.” “Anyway, managed to get selected for a decently sized racing team and that was pretty much the start of that. You more or less know what happened beyond that.” “So lemme guess,” Léan began waxing dramatically making a wide gesture with her free hand, “You got to travel the world and race fast cars at exotic locales.” “I wish,” Maro scoffed and rolled his eyes slightly, “Sadly I wasn’t part of the international series. Only the German Touring Car Masters series which just meant parts of Europe.” He stopped to think for a moment. “Lesse, usually a season involved nine rounds of two races each on nine different tracks.” He counted off each location on his hand, “Located in the AGS, Hungary, Russia, Austria and the Netherlands.” “Wait, does that mean you raced on the Ring?” Maro’s face cracked cracked into a sly smile as he nodded. “Of course I did. At least once a season.” “Well fuck, I’m actually kinda jealous right now.” Léan huffed which caused him to chuckle in response. “Wait, for real?” He cocked head slightly as he looked surprised at the elf. “I mean come on here Maro, that place is a track with a pedigree a mile long. He chuckled at the obvious pun, something she ignored and continued on. “It’d be like being a Formula 1 racer and not race in Monaco for instance.” “You do raise a fair point there,” he nodded in agreement. “But yeah, I’ve always kinda dreamed about taking a bike around that track at least once. Never got the chance despite going the circuit a couple of times back in AGS.” “Wait, you mean you raced as well?” It was now Léan time to look proud and she shot back a grin at him. “Yup. Even if I do prefer motorcycles to cars. I never got anywhere with that professionally, but I enjoyed myself.” Maro could only nod in agreement, fully understanding what that was like. “I take part in the occasional street race here in VK too just to make sure I’m not too rusty.” “What is your top choice for a bike then?” “Oh, that’s easy,” Léan replied with confidence.

“What was your best race?” Maro asked with obvious interest. After draining another can of beer and leaning back on his chair, “I mean all racers seem to have at least one so I figured you’d have one as well. That one race that just keep thinking back to.” Léan chewed in silence for a moment while she thought. “Well fuck. That’s a hard one but I think I’d have to cheat and say one of my past runs.” “Really now?” Maro sounded intrigued, “Sure, I’ll let that count in this case. Seems only fair.” “How gracious of you,” Léan dryly remarked before she continued, “Alright so this was back when I was still in the AGS. The job itself was fairly straight forward, stealing a prototype car from a corp warehouse. Of course the Johnson forgot to mention what kind of car it was. Now that turned out to be a fun little surprise.” She smiled slightly at the memory. “So what did it turn out to be then?” he asked, obviously keenly interested. “Oh just the prototype for the next model in the Porsche 911 series,” she said with a huge grin. Maro looked back at her in obvious surprise. “Wait, you mean the new Porsche Carrera 6 GT?” “Mhm,” Léan replied with a slow nod, still grinning widely. “Oh you lucky fucking bastard,” Maro blurted out while laughing, “I guess it’s my turn to be jealous now.” “Yeah let’s just say that we all had about the same reaction when we pulled off the tarpaulin and saw what was underneath.” “So what happened after that?” “Well being the team’s wheelman I got the honour of driving that thing out of there.” “No time to load it onto a truck I imagine?” She nodded. “Yeah pretty much, not to mention we were damn sure the security was closing in on us. But as it turned out a prototype sports car coming roaring out from a warehouse is the perfect distraction.” “I can imagine that,” Maro grinned. “But my god was it a fucking delight to drive. The security and the police tried chasing after me, but good luck trying to catch a car going at like 280 km/hour through traffic. The only persistent buggers were the drones but those I manage to shake those off to after a while.” “Goddamn, consider me impressed if anything.” Léan raised one one of her eyebrows while looking at him nonplussed. “Maro, you drove straight through a police roadblock not too long ago and survived and you’re calling what I did impressive?” “Well yes,” he nodded in agreement before continuing, Although technically I drove second after that former truck now pile of scrap that is standing in your garage getting slowly repaired by us. Not to mention that’s very different from driving through city traffic at high speeds with the police on your tail.” “Fine,” Léan shrugged somewhat dismissively. “So how was the car?” He asked with a grin. “An absolute fucking dream,” Léan replied with an almost wistful sigh, “Everything about it just felt right. From the engine noise to the way the thing handled on the road. I was honestly kinda sad that I had to hand it over to the Johnson afterwards.”

“So what was that about a new apartment that you mentioned before?” Léan asked as she pulled the tab on yet another can of cheap beer. “A gift from for a job we pulled off a couple of weeks back.” “Where’s it located?” “Narva district.” “Shit, that’s a pretty high class place.” “Yeah,” Maro said, not looking too enthused. She looked at him curiously. “I’m guessing that face is not because of the beer.” Maro let out a slight sigh of frustration before answering. “No, not quite.” The tinge of annoyance was readily apparent in his voice. “So who gave you that place?” “Karpov Industries,” he replied flatly. “Ah. Why?” “As a “reward” for the job we pulled off for them, the one with the ghouls.” “Right,” she nodded, “But I take it there was a caveat.” “Of course,” he said with a slight scoff, “If they call we listen more or less. Or as Mr Ivanov put it ‘hear them out’,” He made another annoyed face for emphasis. “Fucking figures. I take it everybody else went for it.” Maro nodded. “Yeah, Lana,” It was now Léan’s turn to scoff, “Swallowed it hook line and sinker the instant it was mentioned. “Go fucking figure, Tit-tania would have probably dived under the table at the merest hint of her getting something out of it. What about the others, that elf and orc duo?” “They’ve moved in as well. Katya has her old man to think about as well so I can’t blame them for wanting to move up a bit. And Tavet got reunited with her family as well.” “And you?” He sighed again, this time sounding more resigned than annoyed. “Yeah I moved over as well, we’ll be using the old apartments as a place to lay low if needed.” “So what’s the hang up then? I figured anyone would have jumped at the idea of getting a place in Narva of all places in the city.” “Sure, the place is nice and all, almost feels a bit too big for me. Completely unmarked too for that part. But at the same time the whole thing comes with too many strings attached to make it feel justly earned. In this case I don’t like being beholden to someone this powerful.” Maro made another annoyed face as he stopped to think, idly toying the beer can he was holding in his hands. “Let me put it this way, if someone fairly rich or something handed you the keys to a fairly standard apartment. As a reward for something like saving their life or pulling off a big job for them. Would you consider that odd?” She thought about it for a second before answering, taking a sip of her own beer. “Nah, not really.” “Okay, what about a major celebrity giving you an apartment or such?” “As unlikely as that sounds I wouldn’t say no. That seems like a personal reward or something.” “Then say a corporation hands you the keys to what feels like a mansion and tells you to have fun, what about that?” “I admit I’d be somewhat weirded out about that. I’d figure they’d want something from me in return.” “Yeah, it’s kinda like living with the sword of damocles right above your head at all time if you get my point. I don’t like accepting gifts like this. I’ve turned down new cars and other things from supposedly grateful criminal figureheads for doing jobs for them. It kinda feels like a bribe.” “Wait, other things?” There was an amused look on her face. “Oh please,” Maro gave her a dead-panned look, “Like you can’t figure that one out by yourself.” “True,” She laughed, “But yeah you have a point I guess. So why did you move in?” “Didn’t want to be ornery,” he shrugged his shoulders and drained his beer can. “Good idea, but shit, a corp place like that must be crawling with various kinds of bugs. Especially one they’ve handed out to runners. You did sweep the place right?” He nodded. “Eeyup, several times as well. Got a fairly decent jammer set up as well just to mess with anything I’ve managed to miss. I made some inquiries with Countess about it just to be on the safe side. They probably still got half a dozen eyes and ears on me anyway.” He made another another annoyed look which caused Léan to chuckle. “Hah, sounds to me you’re well on your way to becoming a solid runner.”

It was well into late night when they returned back to Léan’s workshop. “Really Maro? You’re seeing me off at the door too?” She sounded more amused than annoyed or anything else, her cheeks slightly flushed from all the beer they’ve had. He thanked his lucky stars for the fact that cars had autopilot because he felt he had also had a bit too many beers to even be driving anywhere. He figured a stop at a street food vendor was in order before heading home. Or a bottle of water or three. “Well I thought it felt right;” he replied with a casual shrug, “Haven’t been on that many dates recently.” “Is that what we’re calling it now?” She asked teasingly. “Oh no, don’t give me that,” He shot back, causing her to laugh. “Relax, I was joking. I enjoyed myself.” “Yeah same.” “Care for another drink? I think I have some decent scotch somewhere. Just to wash away the taste of that godawful trash the Russians call beer.” She gave him a coy look as she said this. Maro wasn’t too sure what to say but then his commlink rang and answered the question for him. He pulled it out of a jacket pocket and saw the icon of a bird on the caller ID screen. He gave Léan a slightly apologetic look and answered. “Good evening Ms. Sparrow.” In the corner of his eye, he could see a very brief look of disappointment on Léan’s face. But she simply leaned against the door in silence, her hands folded over her chest. “Good evening Mr. Maro,” The Fixers voice was as always professional and courteous, “I hope I’m not disturbing you during your dinner with Ms. Léan.” Maro frowned slightly but didn’t ask how she knew about that. “No, not at the moment.” “Excellent, so I have a bit of a situation that I could need your assistance with.” “I’m listening.” “So it turns out that a street racer that regularly works for me has gotten ill and I’m in need of a replacement driver for a race in a few days. Are you interested?” Maro looked at Léan, the lingering traces of what seemed to be disappointment had by now slid over to something akin to a sense of resignation. She just gave him a nod. “Yes,” was his short reply. “Good, I suggest you sober up slightly first and then stop by the hotel so we can discuss the details. Be seeing you Mr. Maro, do give Léan my regards and apologies as well.” “Likewise Ms. Sparrow.” With that the call came to an end and he pocketed his commlink. He gave her a slightly awkward look. “Sparrow says hi by the way and apologises at the same time,” he said slightly apologetically, “But ‘duty’ calls I guess” “Yeah, seems like it,” She said somewhat flatly, “The offer still stands by the way, for another drink.” “Some other time I guess.” “Yeah, thanks by the way. I really enjoyed it,” She gave him a friendly smile. “Same, goodnight Léan.” “Goodnight Maro.”

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It's St. Patty's Day, and soon I'll hafta put up with the family tradition of Corned Beef and Cabbage for dinner... Needless to say, I need to figure out alternate dinner.

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