1/18/2003

12:13 AM

Logfile from Sebastian.

 

Sebastian

Long and svelte, fair and lean, fair aquiline features attend the almost aristocratic line of cheekbones and the rebellious tilt of his nose. Mouth is but a tinted slash above a rather strong jaw. Cracked moonlight and shadow have their way with his eyes, dappling irises of malachite with indolent abandon. Brooding rebellion: an ever wayward lock frequently seems to manage to escape the loose plait his long ash-blonde hair is often bound within as a forelock falls negligently over his brow while the rest of his hair descends down to mid-back.

Simplicity at its finest, he cuts a figure of modest tastes but at a generous budget. Pale khaki trousers draw along the length of his slim legs, descending down with cuffs that brush the tops of a pair of suede shoes. Palest sage dresses the cable-knit turtleneck, draping with tailored refinement from his shoulders to rest just a little beyond pants' belt line.

He is awake and looks alert.

 

                              East River Docks                             

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The farther east you go in this part of New York City, the darker it seems to get. Shadows cast by the Brooklyn Bridge and the raised parkway seem to keep this area in perpetual semi-darkness. Being near the waterfront, the air in this area is somewhat cooler as well. Apart from the South Street Seaport, which is located slightly north of this location, the area is mostly deserted by the tourist trade. Only hardened New Yorkers come here - the ones that can fend for themselves.

Dirt and grime blanket every dark corner. The smell of fish permeates the air as a number of old werehouses, each probably guilty of at least ten different building code violations, line the shores of the river. With so many places to hide and lurk, the dredges of New York consider this a haven.

Reese(#282) is here.

Exits: WE             (to Bowery Street)

       Sanso's Garage (to Sanso's Garage)

 

Reese shivers, making her way from the garage, eyes dazed and slightly distracted. Colder than the rest of the city, the waterfront isn't the best place to be at the moment, and the young woman wears the face of someone with an errand undone, a disappointed frown on her face. Despite the repute of most of the people who hang around this grundgy area, she walks alone and seemingly unarmed, hands shoved into her pockets.

 

With mist sheathing the ground, licking at the corners of buildings and curling in the wake of passers by... it draws up from the water with creeping tendrils. Elusive. Merging with the sound of horns and the thrum of life in this area of town are footsteps. Footsteps of an almost negligent pattern, even but hollow. Drawing out of the darkness and into the light of one of the lamps comes someone who clearly doesn't belong in this area of town. Sebastian has made his entrance. What else did you expect?

 

Reese happens to be neither mysterious nor threatening; she is one single ball of shivering college student. She slings her bookbag off her shoulder, pulling out a small sandwich on white bread. It's a wonder that none of the pickpockets or gangs have made a move yet, but for any who approach Reese, there is a sense of discomfort, a horribly dark sensation in the soul. And some who have met her in a dark alley, have learned their lessons. Instinct or magic to the contrary, the girl has not yet turned to see Sebastian. Then again... it's a really good sandwich.

 

Sebastian's entrance is apparently lost on her. Durn. But... we'll just go with this. The man continues along the walk, hands tucked into the pockets of his trous loosely. And, he whistles. No tune all that memorable, just whatever seems to have struck him as whistle-worthy for the moment. A slight chill seems to make its way through his sweater, causing him a moment of pause. Hrm. Girl eating sandwich is noted as his slow progress gradually draws him closer to her.

 

"Hi," Reese says suddenly, looking over her shoulder and wriggling the fingers unoccupied by sandwich. Her bright smile gives nothing away, but by the time Sebastian is close enough to see, there is a brilliant blush on her face, and her breath, misting in front of her, comes just a little faster. No chill-nipped cheeks are these. "I... heard you whistling. You don't look familiar." And you haven't run screaming yet. "How odd."

 

Run? Screaming? That'd be a bit undignified for him. Can you imagine the first impression Sebastian would have to live down? *shudder* No, thank you. Smile comes easily as his eyes drift up to show that he has noticed her. Chin bobs forward slightly, dropping toward his chest for the briefest of nods. Pale eyebrows drift towards his hairline, "You expect many to be familiar to you in this city, lady?" His accent betraying him as certainly not someone from this area of the world, let alone hemisphere.

 

Reese holds her arms out, spinning to face Sebastian. The sandwich has disappeared, and despite her dress, the girl is no longer cold, her smile all too friendly now. "This isn't exactly the tourist center of town. What few faces come, either vanish quickly, or stay for good. And you have a face worth remembering," she adds, winking. "But since you seem foreign to this area... can I help you find something?"

 

Sebastian peers at her rather blandly, head tilting just a touch to the side as she turns to him. "No? Actually, I was out for an evening stroll, taking in the... ambiance of the area." His gaze drifts up momentarily before dropping again to regard her, "I don't doubt that you could find me a great many things, but there is only one thing I've lost that I seek. And that, my dear, I hesitate to burden you with."

 

"Ambiance'll get you killed at this time of night," Reese replies lightly, grinning. "If you want to keep strolling, I'll offer my services as bodyguard. I've a reputation that seems to dissuade the local wildlife." She holds her hand out, grinning broadly. "As for what else you've lost, I'd be happy to help with that too. I've got nothing too important to do just yet."

 

Sebastian's grin draw up at the corners, broadening just the slightest at her words. Head tilts to the side as he watches her, amusement making its presence known in his eyes, "I'd enjoy your company, guarding my body or not." Extended hand is noted, and he reaches for it, with the intention to draw it to his lips for a kiss to the knuckles. He murmurs, "The importance of your actions remains to be seen... I seem to have lost some companions, and somehow I think you can help me there, at least."

 

Reese blushes, hand limp and willing, and quips, "Now I know you're not from around here." She begins to walk along the docks, her chi warming her body in its swelling and delighted response to Sebastian's presence. In the magical tidal wave, her own delight seems almost insignificant. "Some companions, hmm? Well, do you have any names or aliases for me? Or should I just ask around for people with... what kind of accent is that, anyways?"

 

"Certainly," Seb drawls slowly as he falls into step beside her, mischief taking it's turn in the curl of his lips. He drops his head down slightly as he speaks, "I come from South Africa, lady. Newly drawn to the intensity that is this city." Or something like that. "As for names, see... that is where I hesitate. I'd sure hate to say something that you wouldn't have an answer to. But, somehow, I think that you just might." He stops walking, reaching a hand out as if to take her elbow to have her stop as well.

 

"Beats me. I've only ever been out of the country once," Reese says, shrugging her shoulders. She allows herself to be stopped, turning slowly though her smile never wavers. "I might. I'm being rude, though, asking for your information, without beginning with my own. Why should you trust a stranger in the bad section of New York?" Eyes shine, grin gleams, something a little demonic hiding in her expression, dancing elusive along the edges of friendliness. "For all intents and purposes, I'm Reese Winterbourne. Almost all," she amends, winking. "I don't know if I have your answers, but I'm bound to have a few."

 

Sebastian seems to consider her for a long moment, gaze rather perspective as he watches her. An almost benevolent smile graces his lips, "Oh, absolutely. Why should I? But, I have a feeling our souls have an affinity -even if we've just met. What do you think about that, Ms. Winterbourne. It is a distinct pleasure to make your acquaintance." Chin drops once more as he bows his head to her, "Sebastian Davis, and you are free to call me by my given name... Or Ichijin." Yeah, he just dropped that.

 

"Soul affinity," Reese echoes, considering the possibility with purse of her lips. "You know, I do believe that such a thing can exist, though my Philosophy professor is striving to convince me otherwise." But enough about Nakago. "Ichijin!" the girl breathes, some kind of awe in her voice. Contrary to her reverent tone, however, she launches herself, wrapping arms around the man's shoulders and pressing her face to his chest. Some kind of odd ritual? Perhaps. Nevertheless, she feels his chi and warmth, and nearly purrs herself silly at the touch. "Call me Reese. Or Akurei. Just not Ms. Winterbourne." Mew.

 

Sebastian has been prepared for many things in his life. He has even had women throw their selves at him. But this...? This is different. This is being launched at by a woman, clung to, and... cuddled? If she drools he is dropping her then and there. A little hesitantly an arm comes around to pat at her back, "Now now, there. It is... nice to finally find you too."

 

If he drops her, Reese is going to do something unpleasant like, you know, making one of his limbs walk away of its own volition. "Sorry, sorry," she says, grinning, stopping, then positively beaming. She tugs at her shirt, for all things looking like she's going to flash the man, before exposing a glowing fire-orange character just next to her left hip. "It used to never glow in Middle of Nowhere, Kansas. As soon as I got here, it started up like nobody's business. And you... You're one of mine." A frenetic ball of motion, she seems far too excited for a mere meeting.

 

Lexie has arrived from Sanso's Garage.

 

Sebastian just stands there and stares at her. Not exactly gawking, but it is awfully close to being that. If it wasn't for the dignity he has wrapped about him, his jaw would more than likely be on the ground. Hand smooths down the front of his shirt, straightening it and looking for any damp spots from drool. He turns an almost wry smile onto her, eyes drawing down to the symbol, "I suppose I am... Reese." He tries out her name -rather likes the sound of it. "And do more belong to your little masculine harem?"

L

exie(idle)

It's truly hard to miss the Italian heritage of this woman;  As with many Italians, her brassy manner of movement, high-held chin, and intense manner proclaim her heritage.  Although her stature itself is an unimpressive petite build of 5'1", Lexie carries herself with a straight and rigid posture that hints at military background more than a cultural one.  Long hair, of a dusky brown, is swept back typically into a ponytail at the nape of her neck, revealing her plain and rounded features.  Her nose is slender, turning up somewhat impishly just at the end; Perpetually at odds with her worldly and cynical dark blue eyes.  Although she might be described as somewhat plain, her figure is whipcord lean and muscular, as if every vestige of softness had long ago been stripped from the woman.

She currently wears a greasy set of overalls and a battered windbreaker emblazoned with the word "SANSO'S" in flaking white letters.

A player in need of an @wearing message.

She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 2 minutes.

 

Reese(idle)

First off: she does not exude pure evil. If only life were that easy. Black bangs fall in front of her eyes ad nauseam, the rest tied back into a practical ponytail. Her regular smile is impish but not trecherous, her frame small, yet filled out. A warm tan speaking of long vacations shadows her skin and face, and her eyes are a chocolate and caramel mix, shining barely amber near the pupils. Her fingers are long and agile, and her body decently proportioned. So, what exactly exudes ultimate evil about Reese? Absolutely nothing. Sucks to be good sometimes, doesn't it?

After workhours, where everything is strictly and medicinally white, Reese is decked in a white wifebeater, exposing her midriff and a bellychain with a small charm at the end of it. Loose khakis and bulging pockets complete her look, as well as a large backpack, with her always. She looks chic in a student kind of way, casual and charming.

She is awake, but has been staring off into space for 11 minutes.

 

Reese pouts dramatically, shining eyes and symbol dulled again, concealed with a sheath of reality. "No harem lies here. There's just so much to tell, and so little time in which to say it. Our numbers are few, but we have a key, a most important one. Tenkou no miko," she whispers, the blood returning again to her cheeks. Her reaction to Lexie is better hidden, but equally powerful, and it shows especially in the cold. "Our mythos is just beginning, and we are to be a potent force."

 

Sebastian draws closer to her once more, moving as if to try to wrap his arm about her's and lead her on to continue their little stroll. Head ducks down towards her as he speaks, "I'm sure that there is quite a bit to tell, all of which I'm dying to understand and know." He frowns slightly at the mention of a miko, going silent for a few steps. "Really? You must show me where she is some time. I'd love to meet her."

 

Reese walks slowly and lightly towards a dingy garage, in the mist, merely a wall of barbed wire. "I'll take you, post haste. I was... actually there to find her. Couldn't, though... She makes me feel warm," Reese admits, as if telling of a crush to a good friend. "She scares me too, but don't tell her that. It's odd, and enticing at the same time. She makes me very, very strong. And that makes me even more afraid."

 

Sebastian listens quietly to Reese as she speaks, bobbing his head in time with her words as he considers them. "Well, then I shall certainly have to meet this woman, and soon." Warmth briefly imbues his voice, slipping through the accent, "All of your secrets are safe with me, Reese." Hand reaches over as if to affectionately draw his hand over her hair.

 

Reese shivers, eyes widening as she smiles at Sebastian, breathing very carefully. "I'm sure they are... We have no mythos, but we are brethren. Bound," she murmurs. "It's part of me. I can feel us in my spirit, and it is a wonderful feeling." The girl purrs the words, closing her eyes and sighing. "Sorry," she adds. Every jump between what is magical and what is secular makes for an awkward silence. "I must be breaking every law of protocol ever invented."

 

He wants to meet her? Well, surely he wasn't expecting right /now/, per-se.  A barbed-wire, grafitti-clad gate along the road slides open, rusty flywheels protesting the movement. Stepping out is.. No majestic figure, but an Italian mechanic in her twenties.  She's not all that impressive, carrying out a bucket of soapy water and starting to scrub at the more obscene grafitti. In face, even her clothing speaks of thrift;  A bleach-spotted tee-shirt and grease-smudged jeans.

 

She is a different one, Seb will give Reese that. Instead, he simply smiles down at her, another of those benevolent grins appearing. "I'm sure you are doing rather well, Reese. And if it feels good to you, it must be right." Now, Sebastian had a much better entrance than Lexie's creaky one. Mist, darkness, whistling. You couldn't have asked for more -well, except for a marching band and maybe fireworks. But still... Squeaking's origin is noted with a negligent glance.

"You have far more confidence than I do," Reese murmurs, wincing. "Homasubi burns in my head... but there's something altogether wrong with my thoughts." Save when she is with other oniseishi. The creak and sloshing distract her fully from that distressing path, and she beams, warms, then quickly controls herself. "Heya, Lexie. Brought you a present. He talks funny."

 

Lexie tosses her long brown hair over her shoulder, looking abashed for a split second. "Reese! Shit, what're you doing 'round here? Yer not the type to be caught dead in my end of town." She teases, flashing an ebullient smile at the newcomer. "Well, izzn't he cute!  If I could afford it, I'd give ya a bonus for finding him!"  She calls, laughingly, walking over to the couple (?), and holding out a hand. "Yo. I'm yer miko. I ain't much for formalities. You two wanna help me clean up my fence or what?"

 

Sebastian's grin turns rather wry at Reese's words, silence pervades as he pays more attention to his thoughts. But then Lexie's voice crashes and slams its way forward to garner his attention. Oh... my... He blinks up at her, still a little quiet, as he simply watches and marvels, "Good day, lady." Or something. He just watches Lexie for the longest moment, echoing with that South African accent of his, "Clean up your fence?" Uhhhh....

 

"Not caught dead," Reese replies, "catching them." She slings her backpack down and kicks it, and for the briefest of moments, it rolls a little further than inertia should allow. "Sebastian... Ichijin, this is Lexie. Miko to the oniseishi, and lover of no courtesy." And swallower of cigarette butts. Yuck.

 

Lexie grins slyly. "I'm many things. A lady jus' aint' one of them." She elaborates, chuckling dryly. "No manners. But.. I protect my own. I'm glad to have you with us. Maybe I ain't no good with words, but I'll do what I can for ya. We'll talk more in detail.. When my fences are clean." She gestures to the fence surrounding Sanso's garage. "This.. I want to clean. We'll talk soon. Ya know where to come whenever the mood strikes."

 

"Charmed," Seb murmurs, continuing to watch Lexie with something close to barely-restrained horror. This is the miko? Oh, dear Homasubi, what were you thinking? He bows his head towards her once more, "I don't doubt that you are all of that and more... Lexie. And I-" *Twitter-Twitter* Ah, the inevitable ringing of the cell phone. Saved by the bell, or something. A finger lifts in placation towards the women before he takes a step back to take the call. A moment later and he is nodding to them, "If you ladies will excuse me, I've a bit of business to transact." He takes note of the building, "I'll find you here later." He has some things to think about. A brief bow is sketched to the both of them before he starts off down the walk with an almost leisurely stride.