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[Delve]

Delve tensed up when Sil hugged her. She didn't like hugs, or other physical contact. It made her feel vulnerable. The conversation was interesting, and she was willing to just listen to it. The more she spoke the more likely it was that someone would figure it out. However, a strange nobleman? She was almost tempted to ask. There seemed to be a lot of them around now.

[Ryle]

Ryle mistook Zincell's last comment as a question about her reasons to join Klyde, and answered her promptly.

"I need the shelter. You've seen what happens when I am on the street, didn't you?", her forehead creased with thought for a moment, "My life seems to always be interesting. That somehow always happens to me..."

Edited by Tal Spektor, 31 January 2014 - 11:29 PM.

[Zincell]

She cringed a little more, but turned to the matter at hand. "It was an odd event, he said he might have a job for me, or my crew, though I don't know if you would want this in your condition." She added, talking to Klyde and handing him a baywrap.

Edited by Thoughtful Spurts, 31 January 2014 - 11:07 PM.

[Klyde]

Klyde ignored all the silly talk about Zincell and him being an item. If the girl, (Ryle was it now?) was foolish enough to believe such a thing, then perhaps he didn't want her in his crew after all. He'd have to watch her closely for more of such weakness.

He perked up at the mention of drink. "What's the use of drink without some zing, hmmm? Give me a glass of the good stuff. Food as well." Once both the promised food and drink were provided, Klyde looked at Zincell expectantly, "Well, I've been waiting patiently. Tell me about this supposed 'job' you have, and the noble whoever-he-is who you were chatting up in the process." He had mostly forgotten to plan what he was going to say to Zincell while she was away up until this moment. He'd always been good at thinking on the fly. no matter what state he happened to be in at the time.

"And," he said as a quick aside to 'Ryle' and her chaperone, "No more comments from the peanut gallery. I need to focus."

[Zincell]

"Well, I met a noble, who played some strange game with me, and he said he might have a job for me and my crew, and that I should meet him at the Old Wall bridge in two days." She said. "And this would also be a purely professional relationship."

Edited by Thoughtful Spurts, 17 February 2014 - 09:11 PM.

[Klyde]

"That's it?" Klyde asked, incredulous. "That all the information you have for me?" Klyde groaned. How was he supposed to accept a job or not without more information. For all he knew there was no job, and the noble was just playing games with what he saw as a helpless skaa, or he was some sort of spy, sent to track down thieving crews.

"As things are, I can't commit to anything. From what you've told me, I have no idea what this noble intended, or if he is trying to catch us or trap us. Generally, I prefer to plan jobs for myself, and my crew, of course, not some noble fop who wants to feel tough for a change." Especially since those 'fops' often end up being more than that. "If you see whatever his name is again, feel free to get more information, but before I agree to anything, I'll need you to ascertain whether or not he's a spy, what his motives in approaching you are, and what he is going to require of us. Under no circumstances are you to give him any information about me or the rest of the crew. Am I making myself clear?"

Suddenly, Klyde noticed he was developing a headache. "Now then, are we done here? If there are not any more questions, I think it's time for my nap."

[Delve]

Delve took Sil's hand, as if ready to leave. Devren was quite the protective young fellow, with a complex past. She'd have to remember what she'd told Klyde and Sil about his past so that she couldn't accidentally contradict herself in the future. She also committed to memory the talk of the mysterious nobleman and the job. That would be important for her to figure out. "C'mon Sil. We should let mister Klyde have his space."

With her other hand she pulled her large overcoat closed. There were more people now and then they'd be outside again, which meant more angles, but she didn't have to think about it. Hiding herself was a reflex now. "Should we come back sometime when we've got money or questions? I would hate to barge in unexpected again."

Edited by MozytheHealer, 25 February 2014 - 07:49 PM.

[Zincell]

"Alright..." She said unsure, leaving the hospital room.