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Aya Jabir:
It was night and Aya had come in for a bit of a break and a little coffee. She was dressed in deep dark reds tonight, with a perfectly matched handbag beside her as she scratched away at a leatherbound journal. In it, she was scratching away notes on her contemplations in between sips of hot caffeine water.
Klaire Henriette:
Psyche stepped in through the portal, sans Rook, but a supportive smile that was rarely seen on Klaire's face. She has a small chat with the waiter at the front, before catching sight of the Plain.
The Psychic walks over, a lighter air around her than when Aya has met her as Klaire.
"Hello Aya. Would I be interupting anything if I joined you,"
Aya Jabir:
She manages to wrap up scribbling down her sentence quickly enough before looking up to speak that it avoided an awkward moment, but was a close one. "No, please do." She gestures to the seat next to her. Her eyes go now to the empty space where Rook would usually be, "Your partner is well, I hope, just taking the night off?"
Klaire Henriette:
She smiles and takes the seat, not minding the near awkward moment. Not seeming to be offended by anything really. Just...very easygoing.
"Oh, Ylva is at the community center I believe. She is doing well after the incident with Mark II. Thank you for helping there."
She pauses, an internal facepalm.
"Oh, Rook. Yes he is fine too. I ended up leaving him home this trip, but was near the portal. I'm bringing him sausage on my way home."
Erik Samuelson:
As the pair talked the portal did as portals do, allowing for one (1) slightly banged-up Erik to emerge from the portal, the charred husk of his Geist floating closely after him in the eyes of those who could see such things, a low rumbling of irritation coming from the spectre. The Bound let out a sigh as he emerged, scanning the room and smirking a touch as he spotted Aya and Klaire. "Hey there."
Aya Jabir:
"That's good news on both counts. I'm glad Ylva is doing well, and I hope you'll give Rook my regards." She reaches over for a sip of her coffee, then her eyes snapped over towards the portal and she looked over to spot Erik's entry. After she realizes who it is, she lets out a sigh and nods, "Good evening. I hope you're doing well."
Klaire Henriette:
"I will do so. If you haven't talked to Revontulet, Bones, or another master of Prime, may I suggest you do so? There was...something contaminating that particular Mark II."
She looks over at Erik, a frown. "Hello there, I don't believe we've met. Are you alright? Physically at least, you look quite fresturated."
Erik Samuelson:
"Better now, at least. Was in Old Kensington and had to deal with a 'throw everything in the room first, ask questions later' type old resident." He replied with a wry smirk, looking to the Geist as it hovered protectively beside him. "I'm good, really." The shade let out another rumble, eyed the pair already seated then flickered out of view.
"Don't think we have, no. Erik Samuelson, good to meet you. And I'm fine, yeah. Bit banged up but it'll clear up in an hour or two."
Klaire Henriette:
A look of understanding.
"I am not very accustomed to old residents, but I'm skilled enough to make a ward if needed. I am however, a healer if that would interest you."
She offers a hand. "I am currently Psyche, but around others I go by Klaire Henriette."
Aya Jabir:
"Oh, that sounds fairly unpleasant, I hope things ended on good terms." She watches Psyche and Erik get acquainted.
Erik Samuelson:
"I was able to talk him down and get some information out of him to help him along, thankfully. And I'm good, honestly, but thanks. Nothing a solid meal and time to relax won't fix."
Klaire Henriette:
Psyche takes a deep breath. "If you are certain. I'm glad you were able to resolve it positively. May I guess you are one of the Sin Eaters that Miss Aya works with?"
Aya Jabir:
She nods to Erik and smiles, "Glad to hear it," She looks to Psyche, "In this specific case, we've not had occasion to work together yet."
Erik Samuelson:
"Soon enough, hopefully." He replied with a smile of his own, nodding at Psyche's question. "You'd be right. There's a few of us around here and there."
Aya Jabir:
"I'm not sure if I would say 'hopefully'. Insha'Allah, our problems will be small and easily handled by one of us." She smirked and took a sip of her coffee.
Erik Samuelson:
"True enough." He smirked a touch, pausing to put in an order for a sizable number of pancakes and some scrambled eggs on the side. "Things have been going well on your end, I hope?"
Klaire Henriette:
"I think you are the first I've met, but I am vaguely familiar with what you all do, and it is very under appreciated. It is a valuable thing in our world.
Psyche pauses to grab her to-go order.
"Im afraid I must be going to see my dog. I wish you both a good evening."
Aya Jabir:
"Very well for me," She nodded, then looked to Psyche, "Ah, alright! See you again soon, I hope!" Back to Erik with her smile, "We still need to get together for cooking, I think?"
Erik Samuelson:
"Thanks. We do our best." He nodded to Psyche as she got up. "You as well. Was good meeting you, and see you around."
"That we do." He smiled a touch as he looked back to Aya. "Want to aim for the weekend again? Should be mostly free Saturday evening."
Aya Jabir:
She raised her mug and nodded, "That sounds like a plan to me, insha'Allah, we'll make it happen." And a deep sip of her coffee, "I'll probably be needing some good cooking with having to get involved in politics." She says with a playful sarcasm, "I have to start doing the whole 'activism' thing, you know. Would be so much nicer if I didn't have to deal with politicians," and a gentle chuckle to chase it.
Erik Samuelson:
"Best of luck." He gave a quick salute in return, being sans coffee cup at the moment. "I have to feed them on a semi-regular basis so I have some idea of how much of a pain it is to deal with them."
Aya Jabir:
"Yes, the bureaucracy of running a business and being a citizen is trouble enough. I'm going up there to try to get them to ban robocops." She snorts and shakes her head, "At the very least, ban any new ones, to start."
Erik Samuelson:
"Ah hah...hope that goes well. Lord knows we don't need any more of those things walking around."
Aya Jabir:
"Indeed. Aside from old residents, anything else going on your world? Any interesting books or movies?" She's looking to him with curiosity, "Hobbies?"
Erik Samuelson:
"I collect cookbooks, especially older or rarer ones, as cliche as that may be." He offered with a chuckle. "I also fix and ride motorcycles, although primarily my own."
Aya Jabir:
"Motorcycles? Do you have a very nice one? I don't know them very well, but I have seen a few that just have style." She gets a refill of coffee and sugarizes it.
Erik Samuelson:
"I do, yeah. Older Yamaha, been fixing it up since I got it." He pulled his phone from his pocket, scrolling through his pictures until he found one of the bike. "Rides like a dream."
Aya Jabir:
She looks at the phone with interest, "Ohhh, wow. I like that. I don't think I'd like to ride the ones where you lean back way too far, or the ones that look like you're riding a tube with wheels, head first, either." She nods in approval, "This seems to have a good balance."
Erik Samuelson:
"I've ridden some of the latter ones and they're decent, but I like having something sturdy under me when I'm on the road."
Aya Jabir:
"Hmmm. You ride it for commutes, or just for fun, weekend project thing?" She has to slip in another joke, "No chance you might have a flaming skull while riding?"
Erik Samuelson:
He grinned at the joke, shaking his head with a smirk. "Both, and I could if I wanted to, but that'll get you some looks on the highway."
Aya Jabir:
"Might help you get through traffic, though. Who wants to cut you off when you're like that?" She sighs, relaxing a bit and sitting back in her seat. "I don't know if I'll ever own a car or anything like that again. I had one in college, but ever since, I've just.. gotten around."
Erik Samuelson:
"Touché." He chuckled, nodding as she continued. "Whatever works for you. Did you stop driving for a particular reason or just fell out of practice with it?"
Aya Jabir:
She took a moment to think it over, "Part of it was that I started spending a lot of time overseas and car culture wasn't the same out there; the other part was getting better at piercing through the deception of distance."
Erik Samuelson:
He perked up at that, visibly curious. "Really...that has to be something."
Aya Jabir:
"It's very useful for someone in the public eye who needs to dodge attention, but it is taxing and fairly painful." She points up, "Oh, yeah, and it's murder on clothes. Leaves a smell sometimes, too. I can't quite do like these portals here, I still experience a degree of friction from traversing the space."
Erik Samuelson:
He winced sympathetically, offering a nod. "Definitely handy when you need it, though, by the sounds of it. Having a quick way to get out of Dodge is always a plus when things get sporting."
Aya Jabir:
"No kidding." She nodded to concur, "I'm sure plenty would take it if they had the chance. If it weren't for the friction burns, it would be the best way to get around."
Erik Samuelson:
"The additional forms of transport on my end have some body-morphing involved, which doesn't allow for easy use when other folks are around. Being able to wall-climb and fly is pretty neat, though." He added with a smirk.
Aya Jabir:
"Yes, I have to be careful to 'look' before I 'leap' when I travel, to avoid unwanted sightings." She smirks as well, "Fly, you say? That sure beats traffic."
Erik Samuelson:
"Haven't done it much, but yeah. I know one of the tricks we have lets us shift into the Twilight, so being able to do some of the bigger stuff without the vast majority of folks being able to see it is possible."
Aya Jabir:
"That's astounding, to shift into the Twilight like that. Always has been a limitation of my work, though I can make the connection to see and communicate with the Dead, it is a bit odd to talk to the Dead while physical." She rubs her forehead, "I certainly don't want to be caught 'talking to myself'."
Erik Samuelson:
"Bluetooth headset." He replied, tapping his ear for emphasis. "Enough folks have them that it usually covers up the initial 'who are they talking to?' moments."
Aya Jabir:
"Ahhhh.. good thinking." She taps her forehead and chuckles, "I'll have to get me some Airpods, I suppose."
"But for now, I should probably head home, " she reaches into her bag to get some cash to cover her coffees.
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