2/9/2003
12:42
AM
Logfile
from Ichijin.
Royal
Elizabeth-Penthouse 1
It is a
penthouse, a swanky penthouse at that. Plenty of windows, wood flooring,
elegant lines and a modern look. You've got your sunken living area, long and
dark dining table close to the windows that overlook a balcony decorated with
topiary and such. Off to some side is the way towards the bedroom, double-doors
left open just enough to get a hint of a large bed and more expensive
furniture. All in all, it looks like a place that could use a far better
description.
Akurei
is here.
Obvious
exits:
Exit
"Honey,
I'm home!" Yes, Seb has returns, via traditional methods such as the door.
Of course, the second he does so, the dogs on the terrace start up in their
barking. "QUIET!" he bellows. "I swear, one of these days I'm
going to make a hole straight to the middle of the ocean and toss you all
through."
The
second after he yells, the dogs silent - something about moving corpses tends
to freak the living out. Or maybe it's just Bob II forcibly clamping down on a
rottweiler's jaw. "Welcome back," Reese says, standing in the kitchen
with a kerchief binding her bangs back. Her hands, wrapped in latex gloves, are
covered with half-congealed blood, and the boning knife in her hand is looking
just a bit menacing. Welcome back. Want some filet au human?
Sebastian
takes two steps further within, blinks at Reese's current clothing choice, and
winces. "You didn't kill him did you? I was kind of hoping to keep the boy
around because... well, we needed him. Sure, he seems to be lacking something
of a backbone, but really... it would make things far easier if I didn't have
to go looking for another." Figure that one out.
"What?"
Reese demands quietly, straining, then breathing in relief as another ball and
socket joint releases. "What boy, and what are you talking about?"
Someone's just a bit tense. Parts of the arm are released, and she opens up a
plastic baggie, ushering some of the flesh inside. Red chunks float into the bags,
and she zips the promptly, popping them into the freezer with a sigh.
"As
in the dark-haired young man I left in here. With that rather quaint southern
accent. I don't doubt that Dylan will be taking quite a shine to him when he
sets eyes on Rathan. He has that whole waifish, quiet image down pat." Seb
eyes Reese's work with a speculative gaze. This could be a problem.
"Please say that isn't him that you are currently baggin up."
Reese
shakes her head silently, peeling the gloves off clean as ever, and deposits
them on the side of the table. "Rathan? No, this one was a blonde."
At least she doesn't offer to show the man. Instead, she slips the knife into a
sheath, slipping it into her backpack quickly. "How was your day?"
Even tone, even face, even Reese. Let's just hope the fridge doesn't start
attacking anything soon.
Uhm,
probably best to make her happy. Or at least try to. "No? Then I suppose
the young man must have decided to leave before we could get better
acquainted." Seb sighs before dropping indolently onto the couch, lounging
back in a corner to watch her. "He is one of /ours/." Yes, emphasis
on that last part.
As
angry or upset as Reese might be or get, her weakness is in family, and
Sebastian has hit a fine note. "Are you serious? Rathan, was his name? And
he was here?" She dashes up to the edge of the couch, eyes wide and
bright. "Oh, thank god. Homasubi is merciful to us. Maybe I should leave a
note in case he comes back or something." Do not look for munchies in the
freezer. "What's he look like? What does he do? When can I meet him?"
A flood of questions, overanxious and bright, and she slips onto her knees on
the couch, gazing at Sebastian all smiles.
Sebastian
lifts both hands up to try to calm her. "Hush. Hush now." But he
can't help but chuckle at her actions, nodding his head slowly, with that smile
of his rather apparent. "I do not know what his oni name is, dear. And I'm
not all that sure that he does either. My symbol reacted when I touched him. It
did take a moment to open the young man up, but he admitted to having one as
well -in our colors. He is... naive. And doesn't understand anything. We must
go softly with this Rathan. Very softly."
Reese
cringes at the words but nods her head enthused, reminding herself to
definitely leave a note. "No worries - I'll be gentle, I promise. But if
he is really one of us, he'll be fitting in in no time. I'll take him drinking
or something." She grins, delighted, tipping herself over onto her back
and looking upwards at Sebastian. "Would you have done it?" the girl
asks suddenly, peering at her senshi with a curious sedated look in her eyes,
dramatically changed from her hyperactivity only moments before. Tone now
gentle, small, she eyes the man. "With the other girl? Kourin?"
Sebastian
grins softly, "He might be able to be led along rather well, once he
understands what everything is about. We just need to keep an eye on him, make
sure he doesn't get led astray by other members, and hopefully all will go
well." At Reese's second query, his gaze draws back down to her, sobering
slightly. "Yes, I would have. If it gets us what we want, yes. I would
imagine the same of you, dear."
Reese
rolls her eyes mildly and sticks her tongue out. "Or the seishi. I can't
imagine that they're too happy with us either," she murmurs. "Does he
have our numbers and such, for a call if he gets into trouble?" In one
smooth movement, she curls onto her side, focusing her eyes on the couch's
back. "And if it wouldn't have gotten anything?" is her next question,
lips pursed. "Would you have done it just for kicks?"
Sebastian
shakes his head from side to side, "Just mine, as far as I know. Tossed
him through a portal into here, but he didn't seem too broken up about it. But,
I was called away -unfortunately, he still isn't here." The kitchen is
eyed warily. "For kicks, you say? How would you prefer I respond to that,
dear?"
Reese
draws her fingers to her collarbones gently, persistantly eyeing the couch as
she fall silent. She pulls herself up, determined, shoulders hunched and
fingers laced tightly in her lap. "Look," she says, finally raising
her eyes to Sebastian's face. "You and I both know that we could tear
eachother apart, and maybe a good chunk of New York to boot. Stop avoiding the
question - I won't do anything too drastic." The keyword there being
'too'.
Sebastian
simply watches Reese with that cool, almost unemotional stare of his for a long
moment, apparently processing what she is saying. "You and I are marked by
the same god, Reese. What I do, I do for him, for the rest of you, and myself.
You are my family now, and with that you will be a priority. A priority that I
will do my best to keep." A breath. "Let me put it this way. What do
you expect from me?" He shifts slightly, moving forward with the intention
to draw one finger over the line of her cheek.
Quickly,
the girl makes her move, whirling before Sebastian and straddling his lap,
kneeling around his legs and placing her hands on the sides of his face,
glaring into his eyes and searching passionately for something. "You are
not human." The words are said bluntly and articulated cleanly. "You
say the words, but do you believe in any of them? Does the job precede
everything in life? And do I precede everything else solely because I'm tied to
that god?" Disappointment raw on her face, she holds her eyes steady,
brows furrowing at Sebastian. "I expect nothing from you. It's what I want
that's the problem."
Sebastian
is straddled, kneed, and grasped. Now, normally... this would be rather
arousing. Well, actually it is, but he isn't about to admit it at this point,
nope. He looks back up to her, steady in his breathing and watching. "I do
what I must. I do what is best. So, what is best here? What is it that you
want, Akurei?"
Reese
eyes the man for a long moment, running her tongue nervously over her lips. Now
that she's here, now that she's in charge, she hasn't a clue as to what she
really does want. Blushing, her expression becomes unsure, but she blurts out
what first comes to her mind. "I want you to lose control. I want you to
strip off that face, so I can see how you really feel, and, unreined, do
something that comes naturally. Not Homasubi, not Ichijin, but something that's
left of Sebastian Davis."
Sebastian
doesn't quite frown in confusion, but it is a very close thing. Sure, there is
a bit of a wrinkle between his brows, maybe a down-turn at the corner of his
lips, but that is about it. "Reese? There really isn't much to Sebastian
Davis. And I'm not sure I understand what you mean..?" A breath, "And
you do not want me to loose control. Truly. That would be... bad." It came
close to happening at the museum. Very close.
Reese,
on the other hand, does frown, something akin to despair in her eyes.
"Surely there's something left. You haven't been consumed so much by duty
and work - you must have some spark of joy left in you." She draws herself
close and clings to the man, arms wrapped around his neck. "I don't want
you to be merely body with the spirit of a warrior inside. They have to be
united, else there is nothing, just a shell that can fall and melt away."
She shakes her head, closing her eyes tightly. "So would you die if you
let the spirit inside you free?"
Joy?
Now /that/ is as foreign a concept as any to him. Seb blinks at her actions
before sighing and drawing one arm up so that fingers can draw through her
hair. "No. It isn't like that. Loosing control. That just... " His
eyes drift shut as he lays there, breathing in her scent and nothing else.
Reese
slips her hands to the man's braid, loosing it carefully and drawing apart the
hairs, running her fingers through the softness there and letting hands climb
slowly upwards, working delicately. "Just what?" she cues gently, the
careful, delicate touch of a mother untwining ashen locks and letting them
fall, softly, around his shoulders. Her own hair is released with less ado -
something about the cells gives her free reign over them, and they tumble down
with the barest use of her magic. "There's nothing to be afraid of,"
she assures softly, quiet.
A
shiver drifts down Seb's form at her touching, causing him to open his eyes
once more, gaze searching her almost frantically. "Reese," he warns,
the slightest of edges to his voice. "This really isn't something that
needs discussion. Something I'd rather not discuss." His hands come up,
drawing over to frame her cheeks as he watches her.
Reese,
to a larger extent, ignores the man, brushing aside the forelock from his face
and letting her hands curl down his cheeks, beneath the jaw. Her eyes, for the
moment, have left his, concentrating solely on where she touches his flesh, and
returns to his face only after she rests her fingertips on Sebastian's
shoulders. "Why?" she asks of him softly, punctuating her question by
pulling near, letting her breath graze the man's cheek. "It's done
something to you, I can feel it." She lowers a single hand, slipping it
next to his heart and holding it there. "Why won't you tell me?"
Sebastian
slowly draws in a breath, and then another. "It has done nothing more than
give me an outlet. Give me a way to... to release what is inside of me. And as
such, I have become a slave to it. It is me, Reese, and it is something that I
cannot be parted from... or yes, I will not know how to function." No
nonsense in his tone, despite the slight tremor that seems to tickle its way
along one word and another. "This is not easy for me. Please, don't ask of
me any more." He watches her having no other place for his eyes to look.
But, eventually, they close, unable to watch any longer.
Reese
goes lax for a moment, slouching as she peers at Sebastian with ultimate
despair. "I'm sorry," she says quickly, this one rather obviously for
her intrusion into the man's life. Her second apology is more tender, quiet,
and she brushes lips over the man's eyelids and curls up against him, pressing
her cheek to his chest. "I'm sorry you live this way," she murmurs,
squeezing her own eyes shut and frowning. Everything is relinquished now, save
her concentration on the pulse of the heart, the breaths, the warmth of her
fellow senshi.
Sebastian
opens his eyes once more at her touch, confusion briefly littering his
expression along with that of appreciation. An arm shifts, freeing it from his
side so that he can move his hand up to slowly comb fingers through her hair
once more, keeping a tensile touch on her head. "Don't be." His other
arm curls tightly around her as well, briefly squeezing, and then loosening
once more.