[EVENT] - Kharveryos

[zenderael_mods]

Who: Open
When: Friday/Saturday/Sunday, 4/1-4/3
Where: The Culture Center
Before/After: N/A
Warnings: Language. Violence, injury, combat. Cannibalism in 9pm thread.

[OOC post for this event is here]

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[cloverstone]

"If I were clever, I wouldn't be here," she said flatly, and it was the truth. XDAV's first botched meet, then the riots in Underwood during Alison's party for Helia (which she had not even meant to attend, fuck.)

[zenpc]

"What are you even hoping to accomplish?" he asked. He thought this girl was an idiot, but she was stupid in a way that made him curious.

[cloverstone]

"Who fucking knows," she said, the curse slipping out in an otherwise casual situation a testament to how frustrated she was with everything. "Not having man-eating monsters roaming the streets'd be nice, but I'm not exactly equipped to do that."

That was true. That wasn't all -- she wanted XDAV convicted, publicly humiliated and forced to fix or compensate for the damage she was sure they were responsible for -- but it was true.

[zenpc]

"Can't say I disagree."

She was just a dumb kid with more information than sense, he decided. Ultimately harmless. Except to herself.

"Let me give you some advice," he told her. He was serious, but still casual in his own way. This was genuine. "Whatever you think you know? Keep it to yourself, or the wrong people are gonna hear it."

[cloverstone]

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. 'Wrong' people? He was the wrong people.

He wasn't the 'right' people, anyway.

"The people in grey cloaks?" she asked, mostly just to, because she was quite sure he wouldn't give her anything more than his cryptic advice, damnit, why was it always cryptic, this was the real world, not a story!

[zenpc]

He wasn't the wrong people, because he was not going to tell anybody about this conversation and he was not going to hurt her for what she thought she knew.

She'd been lucky it was him she went to.

"They don't wear those cloaks all the time."

[cloverstone]

"They're assassins, right? Or rogues, or both," she said, tone something between guarded and exasperated. Why couldn't they have just used a damn gun instead, jeez, no one would have seen them at all, but no, they wanted to make a statement, had to use their knives, damnit, she was riling herself up again.

[zenpc]

"Who knows?" he said. "Never met one, myself. Better hope you don't either."

[cloverstone]

Hoping for anything was starting to mean shit all, but she refrained from adding that tidbit of negativity to his meal.

"Why the warning?"

[zenpc]

"Because you know just enough to get yourself in trouble." And that was as much as he was saying on the matter.

[cloverstone]

After a pause, she averted her gaze, looking to the people mingling among themselves, around each other. Enough to get in trouble? Did that mean she was on the right track?

They didn't know? Maybe they weren't reading their e-mails.

Or maybe he just didn't know, either.

"Do you care about what happens to this world?"

[zenpc]

"A whole fucking hell of a lot more than most people."

[cloverstone]

Unexpectedly, she said, "Thanks."

A beat. "I guess."

[zenpc]

He gave her a wry smile. "You guess," he echoed.

"You'd best be going, then." He'd said enough, and he wasn't going to say anything more. He glanced over the room, annoyed again when he still couldn't spot Zale, and returned to his food.

[cloverstone]

She cast him one last glance, then slid off the bench. Maybe Rhys was done with Mal and his group. But it probably wasn't wise to go back to him, not now that Roman knew she was sticking her nose into their business.

Hm.