The day's long since died, and the night's grown from wild youth to a much quieter middle age. It's getting to the hours where drunks go home or find a convenient ditch and everyone save for the most die-hard partiers starts to think about bed. More importantly, it's about the time that Daen's been coming into Black Jack Davy's the past few weeks.
He sits at a table off somewhere in the corner this time, nursing a less apparently radioactive drink, and idly fiddles with a coin that probably used to be silver. He's just as common looking as last time, and without a glowing drink to etch him out, seems to almost fade into the walls behind him. Every so often, he sweeps his gaze over the rest of the bar, as if looking for something, but if he is, he doesn't seem to be finding it.
A peal of laughter erupts from the doorway as a punk girl in blue and black steps into the joint. The trade-marked too-short schoolgirl kilt is in blue and black tonight, leaving lots of leg wrapped in black fishnets to be seen before they disappear just below the knee into Doc Marten's. The cut-off t-shirt du jour is black with white lettering which screams, "Up Yer Kilt, Mate!" at all who peer at it.
The entire ensemble, of course, couldn't be complete without the long black trenchcoat and the cascade of dark blue hair jutting out from her head at all angles, hanging about her face, neck and shoulders. Oh, and the make-up matches, too.
She cackles again as some guy follows her. "Look, mate, I'm not yer bloomin' high school friend...ye've got me mixed up wi' someone else. Get going, or I'll have Kelly kick you out or somethin'!" she warns him, pushing her way through the crowd, obviously amused, but determined not to stick around him.
Ah, Lils, when did this place become your second home?
Halfway through a sip of whatever he happens to be drinking this time, the far too ordinary man shifts his eyes towards the origin of the laugh as the sound of it skitters through the bar. He doesn't catch glimpse of her at first, for all that she's rather hard to miss with blazing blue hair and a t-shirt that insults that portion of the world that happens to be facing her, as there are other colorful people here, and he looks for the moment with only the casual interested generated by an errant sound.
Eventually however, his eyes are insulted by her shirt, and blessed with the sight of the rest of her. An eyebrow is raised faintly, as recognition is only a faint nagging voice in the back of his head as yet. Still, as long as it does keep twittering its message to the rest of his brain, he keeps his eyes on her. Which really isn't of much note, there's plenty of other guys in the bar after all.
Wandering up to the bar, her boots thumping rhythmically on the floor as she moves, Lily calls out, "Is Kelly in tonight?"
There's a response.
"Oh, slackin' on the job, is he? Must be nice, eh? Oi! Okay, I'll have some Stoli then, please..." She pauses, then nods, "Yeah... on the rocks tonight." Ah, she's not here to get piss-tanked tonight, apparently.
Blue-tipped fingers fish a few notes out of a pocket and slap them on the bar as she swivels her head to survey tonight's crowd. It seems her cling-on has left her alone for night, though he watches her sulkily from afar.
Those kohl-rimmed eyes flicker back and forth, passing over the ordinary man quickly.. for he's just ordinary, is he not? But... wait a minute. She pauses, glances back at him and frowns, dark eyebrows knitting closer together briefly. Then, blinking, she looks on, as though snapping out of a daze.
Brown eyes that can be described only as brown, defying any descriptors such as loam or chocolate track Lily as she makes her way through the bar, flickering between her and her would be companion, before the man is soon discarded as of no more interest. He brings up his glass then but does not drink immediately, his breath rippling the liquid fogging the glass slightly as he exhales, gaze growing slightly perplexed as he continues in an attempt to match Lily's face to his memory. Indeed, he's distracted enough that he eventually takes a long drawn out sip of his drink... which is a mistake, because it means he actually tastes it this time. Which by the grimace on his face is none too pleasant.
A faint smile flickers over his face as Lilly's gaze pass over him, well aware it seems of his inconspicuousness. But when her eyes eventually alight upon, an expression of mild surprise dashes across his features, which in turns is chased by an almost sharp grin as he lifts his drink as if in a salute to her. He's placed her too it seems.
Lily wracks her brain... she's seen this man before. She's just having trouble placing him. Painted fingernails tap idly on the bar as she nods once at him as he salutes. Damn, where have I seen him before?
One of the servers behind the bar calls for her attention and she gives it to her, distractedly. "Eh? Oh, thanks... here..." She takes the glass, then pushes the notes forward, leaving any possibility of getting change back.
Pushing away from the bar, she crosses the room in long strides, heading with purpose toward the table with the ordinary man. Finally reaching his table, she peers down at him, saying, "We've met before, haven't we?"
Ahh, the meeting of distant gazes 'cross a crowded room, epics have been woven from as much, and journeys beyond world's end have started with less. But this hardly seems like the beginning of such, Daen's a bit too ordinary for a hero, and Lily appears less likely to be in distress and more likely to be distressing, and forget any application of the word 'damsel'.
The glasses is lowered to the table with a slight click as Lily approaches Daen, and he steeples his hands underneath his chin, his grin having faded into a mere smile. It flares again into a grin however as Lily speaks, "Isn't that supposed to be my line?" And for a moment a different face seems to be peering out from behind Daen's before disappearing again as he continues. "But yes, I do believe that we have." But of course, he's not going to elaborate.
There's a snort at that. "Cheesy pick-up lines aren't my style, mate. So... you believe we have..." she comments with a smirk. Tossing back a bit of the Stoli, leaning one hip against the table, she looks down at the man before continuing.
"Still doesn't tell me who the hell you are."
Ever so subtle she is. She continues to stare down at him with that, 'c'mon, spill it!' expression plastered all over her face.
"Nope, it doesn't does it?". Daen's tone is light, and he smiles again, this smile is a wry thing, flashes slightly of white teeth and distinctly lopsided, it also has a whimsically secretive quality about it that soon pervades the rest of his expression. It rather seems as if Daen's intent on being an ass about the whole situation, or maybe he's just faking it because, hey, a pretty girl is talking to him.
And he'll just sit there in silence for a moment or two, just long enough that there's a sense that he really isn't going to volunteer anymore information and isn't just leading into a clever little wordplay. But he does in fact 'Spill it' after letting the silence go for a moment, "I believe I thought I recognized a friend of yours and spoke to her for a short time. By then end of which, unless I am much mistaken, I left you both with a less than sterling impression of myself." His accent is British enough, but a little of everything else seems to suggest that he probably isn't.
Hearing his original response and seeing that flashy white grin leaves Lily with a bit of a sour taste in her mouth, apparently, judging by the face she makes. Nice. A grade 'A' ass, apparently. She's not amused, even if she flashes a smirk back at him.
"Geezus H... everyone's a bloody comedian tonight," she snorts, taking another swig of her drink.
Tilting her head a bit, sending the blue locks to bounce a bit over that shoulder, Lily concentrates as he finally explains to her when they met. This process takes a minute -- she's not daft or slow... but she was half in the bag that night when the two met.
Finally, realization dawns on her. "Ohhhh! You're the one that got her all pissy about something," she says, plopping herself down on a chair across from the 'ordinary' man. "What was that about, by the way? You managed to get her pretty annoyed..." There's an impatience there... with an underlying sense of curiosity. Ah, so there is something more than just this tough exterior.
It's not meant to amuse that smile, since really, it's just a slightly refined version of the sing-song 'I know something that yoooou don't' or versions thereof that are replete in elementary schools the world over. Daen takes a sip of his own drink again, this time managing to slip it by his long-suffering taste buds and notes, "When else are they going to get the chance? Besides, it's...". He glances at his watch, "Three AM in the morning, everything's funny by definition right now. Half the people here would probably laugh at a mossy boulder provided that it's shaped funny."
His smile's shifted now, to a more generalized amusement, rather than amusement garnered by withholding information. "Yep, that would be me. And I'd imagine that it was probably just me, I can be pretty annoying when I set my mind to it, as I've no doubt that you're aware of. Beyond that... why're you asking me? She's your friend.".
Oh, she gets it now. He's Mr. I Know Everything. Or at least that's how she sees it. So this is how the game is played, hm?
Lily sets her glass down on the table top now, ice clinking slightly with the sudden move. Things are starting to become clearer now. "You're the one who started asking all those weird questions that didn't make sense..." she comments. It's not really a question. She's merely verbalizing what's going on through her brain. Mind you, if it was a case of mistaken identity, the whole conversation makes sense, in a way. "At three am, some of us are just getting started, so it won't strike us as funny, I suppose..." she comments with a shrug.
But then, something clicks within her. Something else doesn't seem right or seem to make sense. Something at the edge of memory, that she can't quite grasp. Distracted by the question, she waves a hand around indicating the crowd, "Ask her? Do you see her here? No. I see you here. So I'm asking you what was up the other night."
Oh he doesn't know everything, he's well aware of that, and it'd be terrible for one thing. But certainly, it is a game, but it's a game where the rules are fluid, and the points don't matter... the tiger and the spiky hair kid had it right.
The smile stays on as Lily elaborates on her memory, he inclines his head in a slight nod that seems to carry within it all the sense of a mocking bow. "That would be me, yes. It's amazing how often those phrases and my name turn up in the same sentences.". 'Weird' and 'not make sense' that is. He follows his words with a lopsided shrug, "Pity that, you're missing out on some seriously hilarious events." And with the way that his eyes seem to dance for a moment, this is probably one of them... to him anyways.
He looks about the room then, deliberately craning his neck one way then the other before he admits, "No, looks like she isn't at that. But really, it's not my place to tell you." He smirks then, "But then, I've never care much about places. I'll tell you what..." He holds up his left hand, and in between his index and ring finger is the coin he'd been toying with earlier, though... it doesn't seem to be tarnished any longer. "I'll flip you for it. I'll even let you call it."
Something about him is still wiggling in the back of her brain, bothering her. It's like trying to remember someone's name and it's caught just on the tip of your tongue, leaving you to look like an absolute fool as you run through the mental rolodex of names and faces.
Crossing her arms over her chest, blocking out the offending words on her t-shirt, Lily smirks, "Oh... that's how this goes? You'll flip me for it... and what happens if I lose?" She's not stupid. "There's always strings attached somewhere to these things--"
Her voice trails off after she says this last statement. She blinks once, then twice, then stares at you intensely before all the colour drains from her face. Something's apparently clicked for her... or maybe the Stoli just didn't sit well in her cast-iron stomach.
Daen's not altogether unfamiliar with the blank look as people try match his face with a memory, after all, with a face as... ordinary as his, he almost always seems to give the impression that maybe you've seen him before somewhere.
Daen's own smirk doesn't fade at all, and he leans backwards into his chair and tilting it backwards until it's balance can more or less be termed precarious, still holding the coin in view, he's almost brandishing it really. "Hmm... Let's see... what's the price of a secret these days? Awfully cheap in some places, but almost prohibitively expensive in others." He grins then as he alights on a solution, teeth flashing whitely again. "I'll be generous, if I win, you owe me a song and a dance."
He tilts his head slightly as your face drains of color, his eyebrows rising up slightly, "But before that, want to tell me why you look like someone just walked over your grave?"
Scowling, but still pale, Lily shakes her head, stating flatly "I don't sing, nor do I dance. No dice. Maybe I'm just wasting my time..." She begins to rise from the table, grabbing at her glass as she does.
Perhaps she'd walk away at that moment, but then she's being asked a question. Damn. With a sigh, she replies, "I don't know... might be nothing. Might be something." Debating with herself momentarily, she finally reaches inside her trenchcoat and pulls out a journal-sized hard-cover book. It's black and the edges are well-worn. Flipping through it, she finds the page she's looking for and slaps the book down on the table.
"This mean anything to you?" It's a simple enough question, but the image held on the page is far from simple... there is a figure of a man amid a myriad of threads or strings.. perhaps even within a web. Some strands are cut. Some are not. "Probably not and it probably seems out of the blue, but..." Once more her voice trails off.
Daen gives a careless little shrug, his grin having banked down to a faintly amused smile, "Sure you do, everyone does after all, even if they're no good at it. You just don't want to do it for me. Jerk and ass that I am tonight." He flicks his hand then, sending the coin spinning into the air, and catches it as it begins to fall.
"Might be everything," as the book is slapped onto the table, Daen allows his chair to thud back into a level position as he leans forward to look at the image on the page. Whatever it is that he'd been expecting, it certainly doesn't match what the page reveals to him, and the little smile that he wears drops off of his face. Indeed, all expression fades from him, and for a moment that ordinary face has no more animation than a marionette with no one at the strings.
But it slowly creeps back, he can't stay like that forever after all. A faint smile, but there's not amusement in it now, or much of anything else, a smile that's attached to his lips, but not to his heart or mind. "You drew this then? It's.... interesting." Ah, stalling.
The young punk woman doesn't move, doesn't speak, doesn't even breathe for a moment as the book is looked at. Seconds tick by, and then... reaction. Lowering herself back down into the seat across from him, she murmurs, "It looks to me as though you find it more than... interesting. And yes, I sketched that. It's what I do. I dream things and I sketch or paint them."
Both elbows are placed on the tabletop after her glass is set back down, her chin perched atop the top of her folded hands. "I think that there's a lot more to you than you let on... I also think that this image means something to you..." Blue eyes, rimmed with black, gaze intently at him, not willing to let the man out of her sight.
Another faint smile, though this one is genuine and touched, well, more than touched by wryness, "Gave it away did I?" He exhales a breath that he'd been all too aware that he'd been holding then, "Then yes it does mean something to me... though you'll excuse me if I don't explain the sad facts of my existence to someone that I don't know, and probably managed to offend." And of course, he's just given away some information, but whether it's intention or not will remain unknown.
He chuckles then, and it's old and deep.... and bitter as well. "Me? No. Your friend, you... even that young idiot that followed you in here perhaps." A slight pause, "But not me, if anything, I'm less than I seem." That said, he turns his head away from you and your sketch, and finds a sudden new interest in his drink... which he downs in one draw.
Blue-painted lips purse together. That was not the reaction she expected. Closing the book but leaving it on the table between the two, she murmurs, "Look, I'm sorry if I've pried or brought up something that is... unpleasant. I wouldn't have even bothered bringing it up if it weren't for the conversation the other night with my friend. I worry about her sometimes and tend to get over-protective."
Knocking back the rest of her own drink, she adds softly, "I meant no harm, even if I managed it."
Setting the glass down on the table, she then holds out her hand. "The name's Lily," she introduces herself with a shrug. "There, you've got my name. I'm not a complete stranger; but I won't pry. You don't owe me anything. All I have to say is that my concerns lie with my friend... and no harm shall come to her while I'm around. It's not a threat.. just a promise that if you are a threat, you may as well buzz off. If you're not, then, well, that's a different story... and perhaps we'll have a chance to talk sometime when neither of us are offending or upsetting each other."
It's a hell of an introduction, but at least she's clear about where she stands.
Daen continues to face away from you, staring into the throng of bodies that move constantly through the bar, his expression made unreadable by a particular trick of light and shadow and the direction that he's facing. At your apology though, his head swivels once more in your direction though he still isn't fully facing you, instead looking at you slantwise out of the corner of his eyes. The side of his mouth that you can see twitches up into a faint smile. "Not an altogether bad sentiment have. There's worse traits to have than to be protective of one's friends."
He lifts up his glass then, forgetting that he'd previously downed it all, and looks at it with what might be reproach when he realizes that it's empty and sets it down again. He turns all the way to face you when you offer him your and, and the same faint, rather noncommittal smile adorns his face as he takes it. His hand is calloused, and his grip is dry and warm. "No harm done, at least none that I won't recover from in short order. Ni- hmm... interesting to meet you. You can call me Daen."
A sharp laugh then, one that's filled with unexpected humor considering the mood that he'd been in just moment's earlier. "No worries there, I was... just giving your friend a heads up. Though perhaps I grated on her with the way I worded it... I've a way with that you'll notice. But no, I'm not a threat to her, after all I'm usually on the side of angels." A slight pause before he amends, "Well, one of the good guys anyways."
A slight pause before he nods to your very last comment, "It could be interesting to have that talk. I wouldn't mind having it... soon."
Her own hand is smooth, warm, the painted nails kept a short working length, but still neat. The shake is firm, yet brief, then her hand is withdrawn.
"Nice to meet you, Daen," she returns with a bit of a smirk. "Nothing like upsetting a newfound friend on the first meeting, hm? Ah well... such is the way things go sometimes," Lily adds with a sniff, then a glance to her own empty glass. Fingertips touch the glass, then push it slightly off to the side.
Blue hair bobs up and down as she nods. "Fair enough... but a heads-up about what?" the blue-and-black punker asks. She can't help herself. She's curious as all hell. Like a cat. Mind you, we all know what happened to the cat, right?
At the mention of angels, her glaze flickers back up to your face quickly, eyes widening a bit. Perhaps this intrigues her, perhaps it doesn't -- but she doesn't say a word about that comment, save to say, "Well, the world needs more... good guys, certainly. It's good to know you're on the right side."
Running a hand through her short locks, the woman shrugs, commenting nonchalantly, "Well, I've been coming here more and more these days. You might just catch me here for that talk."
Well, at least he seems largely recovered from that bit of... shock that your sketch caused, though he's still studiously not looking at the sketchbook even though it's been closed. Well, sort of studiously avoiding it, ever so often he glances at it covertly, before looking away quickly, as if afraid that it'll look back if stared at long enough. "A little more than sometimes. My luck, always bad." As if he didn't help it along quite a bit.
At your question, Daen leans back in his seat again, tilting it as before, "Mm... alright I'll tell you, whether you believe me or not... that's up to you." He opens his mouth, then closes you and scrutinizes you for a moment before continuing, "First of all.... and this I'm sure will sound awfully cliche. Do you believe in magic?" Gah, isn't that a motto for some food chain some where?
Absently, Lily reaches out and picks up the sketchbook, stuffing it back into her trenchcoat's inner pocket over the left breast. Its role has been fulfilled... no need to keep it out.
Perhaps she's more perceptive than she lets on.
And perhaps she looks like the type who wouldn't believe in magic if it bit her on the ass.
But she nods once, looking very serious. Rolling her shoulders in a lazy shrug, she grunts, "Yeah. I suppose I do." Not very expressive or explanatory, but at least it's a clear answer. Her instinct is to open her mouth again and ask what the flying fig this has to do with Drancy, but, she stills her tongue. All in good time, perhaps?
Daen arches an eyebrow slightly at the response, while not surprised per se... it's not the usual response that he gets. The usual the relatively few times he's had the occasion to ask the question serious, he'd usually gotten a look that more or less attempted to size him up for a nice white straightjacket. He shrugs almost casually then, "Well, that's about it really, your friend's quite magical. And when I say magical, I mean lit up like a small sun magical. She's made her presence errr.... felt rather strongly a little while ago, I was simply commenting on that."
And now, he waits for her reaction, curious indeed to see which way she's going to jump.
Leaning back in her chair slowly, Lily switches the focus of her gaze from him to a spot over and beyond his shoulder, slipping into deep thought for a moment. After a few heartbeats, she says, "Huh... really..." Did you expect that, either?
Drancy is magical.
And Lily lives with an angel.
And vampires live in the world.
And she has no fucking clue what the hell she is sitting across the table from...
And she seems relatively calm about this. Finally focusing on his face, she murmurs, "Very interesting... and you can... 'sense'," finger-quoting in the air, "such things? You sensed it from her?"
Daen smirks slightly as he folds his hands on the table in front of him, "Well, you seem to be taking all of this quite calmly... of course, you're not quite so ordinary yourself..." The dream bit he means of course, it had to have come back to it eventually somehow. Now that the surprise has worn off... well, Daen's been known to be quite curious himself at times, he seems to have avoided the fate of the cat thus far.
A simple nod follows afterwards, as he meets your eyes. Weren't his eyes brown before? They're green now though, glittering with... something. "Yes, I can and I did. She's lit up like an arc lamp after all."
"Well," she begins, pausing to push her empty glass back and forth between her hands, stalling. Finally, she glares back at him defiantly, saying, "I've seen enough weird shit over the last little while to make me realize that there's a lot more to this world than meets the eye... but there's so much, that there's no need to worry about it all the time. Just means you just need to look out a bit more than usual." Spoken like a true Tough Girl, hm?
She shrugs again, lifting her shoulders and dropping them as though they were weighted down somehow. "And, well, I'm ordinary enough." Really? Even her outer appearance isn't that 'normal', unless you call punk-Catholic-school-girl-gone-bad a 'normal' look.
Drawing in a sudden deep breath, then releasing it loudly, she cocks her head to one side, saying lightly, "Well, it's not something you tell everyone, right? She'd have no reason to tell me." She's explaining the reason for her ignorance on the subject.
"Well, anyway... thanks for explaining. It's been stumping me ever since," she adds.
A light chuckle exhales from Daen's lips, "And here I expected to have to prove it, pity, it's been a while since I've had a chance to show off." He bobs his head in a sort of acknowledgment then, "True enough, so very few ever do bother to look thought. Which I suppose is just as well."
He does laugh then, as Lily drops her shoulders, "Ordinary? No... I don't thinks so. At the very least your dreams set you apart." He tilts his head slightly then, looking at you from an angle, "Do you have any idea how long it took me to wake up to what's in your sketch? Ages... ages and ages." A faint smile, "And here you've captured it with a simple piece of paper and a chunk of graphic wrapped in wood."
He nods then, "No, no she didn't, and she probably won't be overjoyed that I've told you. So I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell her _I_ was the one that told you. If it's all the same to you, I'd rather that she not be pointed at me."
A small grin finally lights upon her lips as Lily murmurs, "Well... it's not like I'm an expert or anything... I've just seen a few things that have made me become a little more aware, perhaps." Pause. "And yes, my dreams do play a large part in that, I suppose. I can't control what I see, obviously, but... eh. It's there."
That grin turns devilish as she adds, "And hey, if you ever want to show off... I'd love to see it. I mean, if you really want to. I've..." She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip momentarily before continuing, "I've never seen magic... I mean, really. I've seen other things, experienced other things... but not really magic." Even though she believes it exists.
Finally setting her empty glass aside instead of playing with it, she shrugs, murmuring, "And just because I sketched it doesn't mean I understand it... even a small portion of it. Often, I have no clue what I'm putting on paper. I just know the image needs to get out of my head. And so... really, I'm no farther ahead than you are. In fact, you know more about your nature than I do." There's another shrug given at that.
Chuckling, she replies to the last request, "Oh, I don't even know that I'll say anything to Drance... I don't know how I'd approach her. 'Hey, Drance! So, I hear you're pretty good at magic! Wanna conjure up something?' Yeah, that would go over well." One of those darkly-rimmed eyes offers up a wink.
Another shrug, and a smile that's just a little knowing, though this time around it lacks the smugness that it contained earlier, "That's all it takes though, once you see... well, then you see. Where others see a pale goth, you might see a vampire, and you'll see the bits and pieces that leak through, but which everyone ignores because it simply isn't possible."
He grins then, and it's back to that earlier flash of white teeth, "Tonight's a good night as any if you'd like. Not here though, might be just a little bit hard to explain."
He looks away again for a moment, "Oh yes, now I do.... but if I'd seen something like that when...". He shakes his head, "Bah, nevermind, I'm starting sound sorry for myself and that's never a good thing.". His lips quirk again into a smirk then, "I'm not too sure you'd want to ask her to do anything really. From what I saw... lots of power, not a lot of control."
Sighing, the blue-and-black punk rolls her shoulders in a shrug as she replies, "Well... seeing isn't all it's cracked up to be. I mean... I nearly became a vampire's midnight snack one night. That's honestly when I found out about stuff I was dreaming being, well, real." She pauses, blinking, then adds, "Oh, well, I knew some stuff was real... some things I see ahead of time are events instead of people." She says 'people' as though perhaps that isn't quite the right phrase for all cases.
"And honestly, I don't think Drance would appreciate me asking her about the magic.... at least, not at this point," Lily admits with a nod. At what point would it be good? Who knows? Not right now, anyway. For now, she'll just let it slide. "But," a quick flash of her own grin interrupts briefly, "thanks for the heads-up, just the same."
Blue eyes flicker from Daen to the empty glasses on the table, then back up. With a jerk of her thumb, she asks, "You wanna get out of here? I'm not really thirsty..." She's more curious about this possible display of magic or whatever it is. Too curious, just like that damned cat.
"Ignorance is bliss?" Daen remarks as his eyebrows draw into an arch, "Somehow I don't think you're the kind of person that'd really believe that. Curiosity is at least a flashy way to go, ignorance kills silently." A slight sidewise cocking of his head then, "Not the most convenient of ways to have an epiphany I'll agree. But you seem to have weathered it alright." A slight pause before he gives you a curious little look, "So how did you get away?" You did say 'nearly' after all.
"Best not to go about kicking lions in the ass, yes.", he grins, "I imagine she'll tell you when she's ready." A nod then, followed by a brief whimsical smile, "I live to serve."
Green eyes follow the motion of your thumb, and he remains silent for a moment before he notes, almost to himself. "Why the hell not. I don't feel like getting drunk anymore." He stands almost abruptly then, and with a grin pasted on his face, he motions almost floridly towards the door for Lily to precede him.
As she rises from her chair, Lily comments off-handedly, "Knowledge can either get your ass killed, or it can save it. I've always preferred to believe the latter of the two, personally. But sometimes seeing things is inconclusive. It's like I'm seeing bits of a puzzle that came with no box, if you get my meaning... don't know what the picture is until you've struggled through and put all the pieces together and then WHAMMO! Look, it makes sense..."
So just because she's 'seen' him, that doesn't mean she knows what it means, what he is, or anything about him save that there's something more to this 'ordinary guy'.
Stepping before him, Lily asks over her shoulder, "So... where is best for this?"
"It does both really, and probably equal bits of them too. And more often than not, it's a bit of a chicken or the egg problem. Sure knowledge got you out of a problem, but it was probably knowledge that got you into it in the first place. And it just goes on and on." A wry chuckle issues from Daen's throat then, "Oh believe me, I know how that can be. I imagine that everyone does to a point. It's just that not everyone's picture is so extraordinary, or the flash quite so blinding."
As she moves towards the door, he matches his stride to hers though he lags a step or two behind. When she asks her question his response at first is "Hmmm?". Admiring the view you know, he apparently had some ulterior motives for motioning her to go first. "Oh... hmm... I'd normally say my shop.... but the park should be pretty empty this time of night."
She nods once, murmuring over her shoulder, "Well.. in truth, most folks' pictures are pretty darned interesting to me... even if I don't 'get' it." She moves for the door, grabbing the handle.
"Oh, and regarding how I got out of the situation with the vamp..." Lily's voice lowers a bit as she pauses at the door, speaking over her shoulder, not wanting her words overheard. "See, I... well, first, someone came to my rescue, but... I kinda... blasted the thing a bit myself. It's hard to explain." If any 'view' is being admired, she doesn't appear to notice.
"The park... that works. Oi, let's get out of here; the walls have ears and all that," she comments with a grin, opening the door and stepping out into the night air.
"Luminous beings are we. It's not too surprising, I don't have prophetic dreams myself..." Or any dreams for that matter, it'd almost be redundant in his case. "But I imagine people's lives and things that haven't happened yet would have some very interesting imagery attached to them." He slows for a moment behind her as she pauses to pull the door open.
Daen blinks then, arching an eyebrow, "Blasted the thing yourself a little bit?" He takes another look at her, more searching than admiring this time, but obviously doesn't come up with anything that he hadn't before. "Well... you've got all night to explain. And it must have been some rescuer." He follows her out into the night air then, taking a deep breath as he leaves the smoky confines of the bar.
Posted by rowan at April 19, 2004 09:55 PM
