1/24/2003

02:46 AM

Logfile from Sebastian.

 

                              The Mended Drum                              

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The Mended Drum is a tavern originally built to serve the needs of the crews of the ships that came to the seaport city. Now in the modern day where transport liners are more often mechanized than crewed, it has become a melting pot of the seedier and less savory members of society mixed with the occasional thrill seeker. It's reputation is so bad that even the cops only dare to raid it every few months, and even then, most of the force in the area is on the take.

It is therefore the perfect place to meet if you want to conduct certain deals in secret. People here have learned to ask very special questions or none at all. Everyone has one secret or another. The dark interior is smoky, making it somewhat hard to see. But that's just fine with most of the customers. The dark stained walls are somewhat scarred from a long history of bar fights, the furniture battered and used as well. Small discrete tables hug the sides, while the center is opened enough for those who might feel the inclination to dance. The bar itself takes up most of the back with several bartenders manning the requests for drinks and in the Mended Drum, people REALLY drink.

Dylan(#310), Reese(#282), Malachai(idle)(#306), and Lexie(idle)(#249) are here.

Exit: Exit (to Mott Street)

 

Reese supresses a yawn, eyes watering a little as she makes an attempt to hide her boredom. "Hmm? Art, galleries, right." Smoothing down her short burgundy skirt, the girl rises in her seat like a kid caught red-handed. "Sorry, it's just... not my forte." Of course, she was making little to no attempt to keep herself attentive - when Reese hears something like 'collection gallery', she usually thinks of her freezer. She stands, moving to the bar to refuel and get some blood flowing back into her limbs. Returning, her brow quirks. "To be honest, I would mind. I think it'd be a little wiser to ensure that your targets are real and dangerous before you toy with them, not just 'too reserved'."

 

Sebastian is clearly slumming tonight. Or someone called him. Probably both. The tall man strides into the bar with not quite a disdainful look, but more of an amused one. He takes that moment to appraise things, slowly shaking his head from side to side. A word is murmured under his breath as he starts towards the bar, requesting something that is neither neon-colored or fruity.

 

Lexie heads in ostensibly for a drink, the Italian miko slipping past with a familliar nod to one of the bouncers. She's been here to talk to some friends of the 'family' often enough about loans she's mired in with, and never caused trouble before.  However, at the sight and instant recognition of Dylan, that's about to change, very, very soon.  Calmly, she walks towards Dylan, determined to give him no real warning of the rage boiling within. "It's you, huh? Funny thing, I dun even know your name." She murmurs, in a low, patient voice.  Sure, there's other seishi here, but she doesn't waste any time with pleasantries. "Planning on telling me just what you thought you were doing?"

 

Malachai regards Dylan alot more blatantly now that there isn't a questionable one amongst them. "Hmm, you have been a busy lot haven't you? Bugger all, have I been missing the fun? Honestly though, just what has been going on? I met up with a Sebastian chap who was all running abouts in circles verbally and I really hate playing those little games when it's unnecessary." He gives Reese another one of those oily smiles. "So we do have several 'select' individuals to seek out then? Good, a little foresight will undoubtedly bring our mutual goals in order." At the arrival of two others, and particularly the miko, he looks up in some surprise. There's a little prickling that puts him on his guard, but boy does he not know how this might go. "Ahh, this could only be Lexie, hmmm?"

 

Dylan beams at Lexie.  "You would be our esteemed protectee, would you not? I assure you, I was only following orders from higher up."  This is said with a pleasant grin as he stands.  "My name is Dylan, and it is a pleasure to meet you. I regret, however, that I have a pressing engagement that I simply /must/ keep."  Reese is given a pout.  "Oh, and he looked so fun." Malachai is given an appraising and approving look.  "You I will find very interesting. Now, if you'll excuse me for a moment?"  With that, he heads toward the men's room. Hopefully there's clean water in there.

 

Reese spies both Lexie and Sebastian as they enter, then cringes at the older woman's expression. Touching a couple fingers to Malachai's wrist, she gives him a warning look then rises, standing in Dylan's path. "You will have to answer to her eventually, Dylan. She'll catch you when you have neither appointment nor amusing innuendo in your itinerary." She stands in place, indecisive, then steps aside. "Good evening, Dylan. Thanks for the drinks."

 

Lexie narrows her eyes dangerously, keeping her proximity to Dylan in spite of his attempted evasion. "His brother could've blown my head off. You'll follow my orders, you little sadistic twit, or I'll return the favor."  And she's quick, allright.. The moment Dyaln moves, her hand snakes into her jacket, and.. Well, she's an ex-marine. Sharpshooting is well within her range of abilities, unlike most mikos.  Yes, it's a very loud noise. Essentially, she whips out an older-looking colt revolver and blasts at Dylan's knee. "And I'm going to give you one of every wound you gave him against my orders, until you learn not to fuck with me."  Hello? Miko? Shooting people in public is an easy way to get arrested? Well, she doesn't seem to care. Maybe she's gone off her rocker. Maybe she was already there. Maybe they're going to have to post bail.

 

Sebastian pushes away from the bar, making his slow progress towards where the others are at. His gaze draws over Dylan's form, and there is a distinct lack of amusement in his look this time. Continuing on, he slips over to stand just behind Reese. He watches the others with an almost wry look, smirking at Lexie's words, and not shift at all as the gun is brandished and shots ring out.

 

Malachai rises because a lady at the table rises more than out of any inclination to abandon the table. Then again, being out of direct shooting range was probably a good thing. His expression while initially surprised, goes flat and calm as he watches his new acquaintance being capped in knee. It's not a fatal wound after all, what's the problem? Just an innocent bystander for now. "Hmm, interesting. Someone really must fill me in on the news."

 

Hey, there's got to be somebody phased by the idea that the miko is carrying a gun and shooting people within the sight of a populated bar. "Shit!" Reese shouts, clinging to the nearest thing handy. Sadly, Bob is not here to play chaperone, so the closest thing is Sebastian. A look of mixed horror and disgust go to both men who apparantly have nerves of steel, and the look grows more severe as the first eyewitness heads out the door. "Shit!" Now how is she going to explain the miko with the gun, the blood on the floor, and the victim who left the vicinity via a glass of spilt water? "Do I need to make a fucking list of things to not do?" she demands. "No random kidnappings. No public shootings." Bad miko! Bad! The bartender has a shotgun out and pointed at Lexie, and he adjusts his cigar in order to say, "That's some craziness there."

 

Lexie permits herself to look marginally pleased at the lack of panic from her seishi, shoving the gun back into the holster. Clearly, she doesn't seem to bother running, as she fully expects to be arrested.  "He chose to indulge in torturing seiryuu seishi Amiboshi rather than bothering to think about the fact that I was being held hostage, more or less, and clearly could care less about my life. Therefore I could care less about his."  She turns to face her seishi, raising her chin. "Remember that you can't summon without me. Remember that if you endanger my life, you're replacable. The Seiryuu are out for blood at this point. There's not much of a show of good faith that'll stop us from being pulled into a conflict for which we are outnumbered.  Screw up again and we won't be able to summon. Any fucking questions?"

 

Sebastian obligingly curls an arm about Reese as he peers over her and to Lexie. She is preaching to the choir when it comes to him. So, he simply watches her for a moment, nodding his head in silent agreement. "Might I suggest we resume this somewhere else? There are bound to be those who found your rather vigilante justice, Lexie, less than legal." Sure, he can prolly pay off the 'tender, but that is about it.

 

Malachai turns his head to give Reese an amused look at her vehement protests. "How in hell do you propose to accomplish our goals if we do not make sure that we follow along on accordance to what our miko wishes?" he asks quite calmly, even with the bartender pointing another weapon in their direction. "It was not a fatal wound, there is no harm done in the long run if our enemies can be appeased. Hard to say, I do not know our enemies. Yet." But he intends to find out one way or another. He inclines his head to Lexie. "I am Malachai, at your service." he tells her in his British manner. "My only question is if you intend on staying here till the local authorities arrive...or should we take steps?" His jade eyes flick around to the overly curious patrons and of course the livid staff members.

 

Even better. Reese has to take a class with the Seiryuu's strongest member, no pun intended, and she's got a sinking feeling that her homework assignments are going to involve, you know... death. The girl clenches her teeth, saying quietly, "Need I remind you, Lexie, that there is a secular world to worry about here?" Ixnay on the ungay. The girl, seemingly in a panic and great distress, buries her face into her fellow seishi... And the terribly observant will see all the droplets of Dylan's blood escaping across the floor, and eventually out the door and into individual cells. Evidence-wise, Lexie came in, waved a gun around, didn't shoot anything. One last thing, when Reese finally lets her concentration break. "Please tell me you've got a permit for that gun." Hey, at least no one else has left so far. Worst comes to worst, they could threaten all the people left.

 

Lexie folds her arms across her chest. "I don't want to control your lives. But torturing some guy just because he felt like it? "  She zips up her jacket. "There ain't no victim here. Funny thing, that. Let's just pay off who we need and jet.  We'll talk in private, and get organized."  She cuffs Malachai gently on the shoulder. "I'm Lexie. Pleasure."

 

Lexie leaves for Mott Street.

Malachai leaves for Mott Street.

Reese leaves for Mott Street.

 

                                Mott Street                                

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Mott street dates back to the original construction period, a fact testified to by its narrow, winding length. With barely enough room for two cars to pass eachother, traffic is often brought to a near halt by delivery trucks and vans. The shops here are a bit more unique than what is found in the bulk of tourist Chinatown, each one catering more to the residents than visitors. Even the building materials are somewhat different, dark red brick providing a stark contrast to storefront signs and even narrower side streets.

Lexie(#249), Malachai(#306), and Reese(#282) are here.

Exits: NO      (to Canal Street-Eastern End)

       BT      (to Buddhist Temple)

       SO      (to Mott Street-Southern End)

       FC      (to Mott Street Free Clinic)

       Laundry (to Wu Han's Laundromat)

       TM      (to The Mended Drum)

 

Emerging from the Drum, Sebastian just just a tad lighter in the wallet than when he previously entered and with one arm curled about Reese's waist. He glances after Lexie, his smile awfully wry before a nod over to Malachai, "Isn't it funny how things turn out? Meeting again like that. Works so very well." 

 

Malachai follows the others out, hands reaching into his jacket and pulling out another one of his business cards, this time handing it over to the miko. "Please, take this. It might come into good use sometime." It currently says Illusions Gallery, but the print...may change. Funny that. He grins at Sebastian once again. "Yes, ironic really. I was just out to gain a little inspiration and I should encounter such interesting people. The night is young yet though." He looks back at the bar just for a moment, in case complications should arise.

 

And the one man who raced out of the bar in time? The patrons of the Mended Drum are no strangers to shootings, but the one reported to the cops is altogether strange. A shot in the knee, he saw, but where the victim staggered to is a mystery. Indeed, the inside of the bar is spotless, no trace of blood detectable by forensics or otherwise. The group exiting is a ragtag bunch indeed, with the smart-looking gentlemen, to party-garbed Reese, to Lexie and back again. The eyewitness, hiding out by a streetcorner behind a telephone booth, keeps his eyes on the Italian, ready and willing to point her out as the shooter.

 

Lexie strides out of the bar with her three oniseishi, expression dry and closed-off, posture oddly squared back.  She doesn't say much, or really anything at all, as if her mind was instead on a far away place, and another time.  Of all the years living clean, something just seems to have 'clicked' within the miko at her flagrant display of violence, an emergence of old, buried emotions.  Of course, in the bar, there's no blood anymore, and the victim dissapeared, and the 'tender's been bribed-- A good lawyer can probably get her off, easy-daisy, but that doesn't help the macabre set of her emotions.  Shoving her hands into her pockets after taking the card, she huddles down into her battered windbreaker.  "Mmh."

 

Lee shows up, walking...well, running around the corner.  Behind him come the red and blue sirens of New York City's finest.  But since Lee possesses certain....enhancements to his speed, he's arriving before the cops.  He skids to a halt, spying Lexie and the other three.  "And what.....is going on here?"  He asks, looking around as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his badge, falling back on reflex.  "Detective Pelham, NYPD.   Someone called about a shooting?"   Which...doesn't exactly look like what has happened.  But something...seems kinda odd about the whole situation.  Especially considering what was reported.

 

Sebastian shoots an almost covert glace across to Lexie, gauging the miko and her actions. For once, he might actually have approved there. Maybe all of those thoughts of seeing if it was possible to get a new one have gone dormant. Oh, but look at all of the pretty lights. Once more, amusement tinges the lines of his eyes, and he echoes, "A shooting?"

 

Malachai is still cool and collected, eccentrically dressed, but well tailored. Not the sort one normally picks out for trouble unless you're in biased areas of the South, but this is New York. He gives the officer a rather innocent and confused look. "Shooting?" he echos Sebastian, hands disappearing into his long overcoat.

 

"Hi," Reese replies, trying to look professional in a dress that's too short with a guy that's too tall. In the end, she just looks skanky, and the effect probably isn't too positive. "Reese Winterbourne, CSI. You said something about a shooting?" she asks, brows rising. "I think I would've heard something. Where was this?" she inquires, then adds, "Are you sure it wasn't just a prank call?"

 

Lexie affects a sheepish look, ducking her head and grinning. "Well, not exactly.. Hey, the guy with the appointment for the Harley, right? Haha, well, it's kinda a weird story.." She jerks her thumb at Sebastian. "My now-ex was tupping that chick there. I guess what they say about Italian tempers is true.. I stomped in and started threataning to blow his schnackle off. We gots it worked out, though. "  She snorts, derisively. "I get the cat, and she gets that impotent sonofabitch. I guess it happens, huh? I know I was kinda out of line, but I caught them in /my/ bathroom. Wouldn't you be too?"  Kiss approval goodbye, miko.  "You know I'm in the financial hole, Lee. Don't suppose you can just let me off with a citation? I mean, look at him. Isn't he an obvious player?  I don't see why a mechanic wasn't good enough for him. We do it with hydraulics. You just can't beat that."

 

Lee frowns, sternly, considering.  "I'm....not entirely sure I believe you.   And generally, when people call to say there are shootings, well, that's because there are shootings."   He turns as the uniforms show up.  "I think we've just been screwed."  He spies the man behind the telephone booth.  "Grab him."  He turns to the others, and frowns, taking each one of them in for a moment.   Guy with innocent 'a shooting' echo, a guy with his hand in his pocket, a skanky CSI, and...Lexie.  "And....I don't believe you for an instant."   Now he's glowering.   Pretty good for a guy who was trying to get plastered five minutes ago.   Unfortunately, he hadn't even got started yet when the call came in.  But there's no body, no blood, no anything of that nature.   "Get statements off of 'em and let 'em go."   He has to go with the judgement of all his senses but one.  One sense is screaming at him that there is something very wrong here.  But legally, he can't do anything.  And he knows it.  Well, he could bring Lexie in, for the possibility of possessing a concealed weapon, but....  "I'm going home."  He was hoping for more....action.

 

Lexie shakes her head. "He's as sterile as a cottonball. Don't believe me? You find out for y'self. Anyways, see ya 'round, Lee."

 

Reese widens her eyes just a bit, then whirls on her stilettos and hits Sebastian in the arm. "You let her have the /cat/?" she asks, expression pained and a little angry. Hey, if Lexie can get away with a little playing around, so can Reese. Hey, the miko's the one who fired the gun. "Mom told you to be nice to me, sis." She sticks her tongue out.

 

Sebastian blinks, and then blinks again. It is basically all that he can do at this point. Throat clears and he straightens, casting a glance askance to Lexie, but he'll roll with this, god help him. He clucks his tongue once, murmuring, "Can you blame /me/ officer? With a mouth like that? One can only slum for so long before her original use pales in comparison to that mouth of her's." He shrugs his shoulders negligently, reminding beside Reese as Lexie goes off again. Ohhh, the things he has to put up with. Another smirk appears.

 

Lexie wiggles her fingers. "I'm gunna feed kitty kitty to my rottweilers." She threatens.

 

Sebastian winces, scowling down at Reese, "What is a little pussy between acquaintances?"

 

Malachai looks askance between the two on one side and the italian on the other side, giving Lee a woebegotten look. "I admit, I was going to pick her up." he remarks with a thumb jutting out at Reese. "But she seems to be rather preoccupied and I have always believed in staying out of... family disputes." Uh huh.

 

Reese tightens her jaw and looks up at Sebastian, who might begin to notice certain parts of him growing a leetle bit uncomfortable. "What was that?" Ahem.

 

Lee shakes his head and walks off.   "Crazies in the city, I swear."   He's going back to his drinking now.

 

Sebastian shifts a bit where he stands, getting a wide variety of sensations in a wide variety of places. "I believe you heard me." Hey, the miko started it.

 

Lexie clings to Malachai. "You're so much more stylish! Wanna see my wheel lifts?"

 

Reese waits until Lee is out of hearing, then looks at the others, biting her lower lip. "That was... interesting," she murmurs, letting go of Sebastian on two separate planes. "I will call all three of you. We need to meet and talk about this new development, and we certainly need to figure out what to do about Dylan." Let's just hope that Professor Gordon doesn't kill her.

 

Malachai hugs the the miko kisses her cheeks european style and smiles. "Perhaps another time. I think it's been quite enough tonight. If you'll excuse me though, I'll just head out." Then he decides to make his get away, slipping back amongst the shadows in the back alley. Making sure no one of import is watching save perhaps his cohorts, he takes a fountain pen out from his pocket. Yeah, wasn't a gun. Then he 'draws' a doorway on the brick wall. Reaching out he 'turns the knob' and the door shimmers into being. Opening it up, he walks through it and waves to everyone before he closes it behind him. The door vanishes then, leaving only some smeared ink behind.

 

Sebastian glances after Reese, peers after Malachai, and smirk to the cop as he goes as well. And so, that leaves him to turn something of a disinterested scowl over to Lexie, "Having a good evening, I trust?"

 

Lexie shakes her head, dropping her voice to a murmur. "I had half of the Seiryuu ready to kill me.  That moron dropped off Kai.. Lord, he'd ripped up his back, bashed in his knees.. The guy's skin was a bloody pulp. Tied him up, drowned him in ice cold water."  She looks somewhat more ashen, the humor of the situation fading.  "If that's what we stand for, I'd rather be in jail. I had to let him know that drop and runs and grab and runs wouldn't cut it. It /had/ to be in public or he'd never think I was serious. "

 

The sarcasm drains from Sebastian's voice now, drawling back to his usual, calm accent, "And I am not all that surprised. What he did was pointless and... and you already know my opinions on that matter. "I'm not sure if your Dylan was properly swayed or not by your actions, but only time will tell. Hopefully the seriousness of this made it way into whatever counts for brains of his."

 

Lexie closes her eyes for a moment. "It had to be in front of you all, too." She turns to you, expression direct. "Look. I know you don't like me. I know you don't respect me, and I can't force that kind of thing. Nor can I control twenty-eight people, even if I wanted to.  But I /believe/ in what we're doing.  It's the only thing I've had to hope for in a long, long time.  It gave me reason to live again, and the four true gods help me, I'll follow you all to hell and back if you'd give me the benefit of the doubt. I'm not rich, maybe I'm not all that smart, heavens knows, but we're all in this together.  Give me a chance. A real chance. Please."

 

Sebastian watches her with a steady gaze, not so much cold as assessing. "You have quite the job a head of you, Lexie. One that I would not wish upon my enemies. And one I would not take for myself." That and he lacks the proper plumbing. "Respect is a thing earned. Just as knowing that what you need to accomplish is something that requires so many others. I doubt all of them will respect you, and I'm sure quite a few will try to use you, myself included. But we all have a common ground and a common desire. Hopefully that'll be enough."

 

Lexie grins slightly. "Don't get me wrong. I know better than to let any of you get too close.  But don't dismiss me; I'll do us justice. I swear it on the Yin, the whole lot of them.  However, anyone who causes me harm, directly or indirectly, is my enemy.  I need everyone to know that; Respect me or not, you all /will/ be loyal, or your god won't get summoned, end of story.  The four are seperate summons; We collect all of one, and I get one wish, which I will make to suit the seishi and god being summoned. If one of the four doesn't send me the suitable tools for the task, I can't do the job.  I don't /owe/ anyone, as a worthless tool doesn't need to be treated well.  So it's up to you guys to at least help get the people of your own god in line. So far Homasubi has been good... But remember that."

 

Sebastian's smile is slow, so very, very slow as it ghosts about his lips. There is far more in his eyes though, the glimmer of amusement, a touch of appreciation, and a hint of something else. He draws in a long breath before releasing it, "I don't need a lecture, but I believe I understand where you are coming from, Lexie. Anything else?"

 

Lexie grins, elbowing Sebastinan. "No, nothing, really.  Just try to leave Kai out of this if possible? There's something about him.. I have a gap in my memory. It must be from then.  I don't think he'll take offensive against us, so if it gets bad with the Seiryuu, it's best not to make them more angry by striking at him.  Just be smart about what you do, that's all I ask.  ...What would your wish be? I don't know what you want out of this yet. I need to know, if I'm going to help you."

 

Sebastian arches a singular eyebrow at the mention of Kai, but says nothing more. Okay, so maybe there is a hint of a smile there, but that is about it. Chin drops as he peers across to her, "My wish? Oh, I wouldn't quite consider that yet -that and I haven't one. At least, not at the moment. You needn't worry about what I want out of this right now."

 

Lexie chuckles dryly. "Surely you have goals, if you want to use me. You better know what th' hell you want, iffin' yer gonna have the balls to try and manipulate me.  I like stuff up front, Ichijin.  I want to know what you lust after, beyond Reese.  Power? Perhaps just control? "

 

Sebastian chuckles just as well, actual amusement evident, "I'm sure you do, Lexie. But what is the fun in that? I might just have the restraint now and again to keep from blowing a hole through the next little seishi that I meet, but if I can't enjoy that I might as well amuse myself other ways. I'm sure there is a saying somewhere about idle hands and idle senshi."

 

Lexie snorts, tossing back her ponytail. "I suppose so. You're an enigma, allright. You follow destruction, yet you're well off.. You have a decent life, which stands to suffer when we eventually blow the social order into bits.  You must want something, or the Yin would not have chosen you.  I'll find it out, sooner or later. But it behooves you to make it clear before we summon, because once that happens, I'm the one wishing.  Don't miss the train, if ya know what I mean. As for idle seishi, I'd put one to use, but I doubt I'm the type of the ones I've seen so far. So I'll keep my amusing little Seiryuu on the side, once he comes around, and you can do what you like in that department."

 

Sebastian simply smiles as he watches her, doing nothing other than that. "I must find myself one of those. Seishi. Might prove entertaining." And the rich and spoiled sure love to abuse their entertainments. Mmmmm, something to do other than playing corporate raider. But, he has interests to protect here, "Need an escort back to your garage? If you want to move there quickly...?"

 

Lexie shrugs.  "Sure, why not?  Maybe you can show me your powers.. So far I haven't seen yours, when I know everyone else's.  You have subtility down to an art.  But you know, Reese really has a schoolgirl crush on you. She might not take it so well if you take too many obvious amusements on the side. She's more diplomatic than most of us, I believe. Idealistic."

 

Sebastian shoots her a wry grin, "I've many powers, but I doubt you mean anything except for my god-granted ones." He shakes his head from side to side, "Reese is one of my own. And I will take care of her. Which I suppose is the same reasoning you hold as well." And with a shrug of his shoulders, he turns away. "I'm simple. As with Homasubi, I destroy. And I am the Gust of Wind." He is amused by that, smile showing once more. "You wish a demonstration, lady?"

 

Lexie arches an eyebrow, with a gruff smile. "I'm many things, but a lady isn't one of them. Sure, why not?  My garage is a nice, private place. I've got a junkyard you can play with. Show me your passion and destruction. Prove to me that it's in you. You're too genteel on the surface and it rubs me the wrong way. I want to see your hatred."

 

Sebastian shrugs his shoulders. He isn't all that into showing off powers or anything like that. No, his arrogance lies in other ways. "I marked the place just outside your garage. But I will show you here." And with that cryptic statement, finger extends and he simply draws a line down through the air. Sure, he doesn't move through puddles or draw doors on walls, he simply shreds the air and space itself. A portal is opened into the alley near Lexie's garage, the jagged image swimming slightly out of focus. Simple. And it gets more so. "If I showed you what is in me, this block would not be standing when all is said and done."

 

Lexie grins widely. "Useful.  Although you sure have a high opinion of yourself.  Allright, so we just step through? Hell of a better way than taking the subway, and all. "  She stuffs her hands into her pockets.  "We'll get a chance for you to release it, soon enough. I'm just glad you have the patience to wait for good things."

 

"Only to places I've been before, and have marked," Seb notes wryly. But, he arches an eyebrow at her. Don't underestimate the power of a bit of 'in the moment' insanity. "Have I ever told you the tale about how I was kicked out of my home country?" Okay, maybe a little bit of arrogance. "I don't animate body parts, play with the elements, or draw pretty little pictures. The rest of the show will have do be some other time." As if he is gonna start blowing up cars and slamming holes into buildings with those pretty little blasts of chi right here on the street. He extends a hand to her, "We need to be touching, otherwise you stay behind."

 

Lexie reaches out to grasp the hand with her own, nodding. "No, you haven't. I'd like to hear it. " She answers, quietly. "Where are you from, anyways?"

 

"A tale for another evening, Lexie," Seb murmurs, taking her hand in a firm grip before leading her through the hole.