09-11-05

Characters involved: Keita, Dosu, & Farren.

Salamandastron: Level One

Ahh, crutches. A ticket to anywhere. Or something like that. Keita is limping along at a fairly good clip, having just exited the dining chamber.

The dark figure of a marten leans back against one of the walls. With paws in his pockets and shoulders drooped, he stares off aimlessly at the ceiling.

The first thing Keita does when she exits is look around. Thus, Dosu is one of the first things she notices. With a small grin, Keita limps over to Dosu, the steady tap-tap of her crutches announcing her presence.

The corners of Dosu's mouth turn up in a slight grin as the 'tap-tap' slowly grows closer. All the while his hazzy gaze never leaves the ceiling above.

Once she's close enough, Keita lifts one of her crutch ends, supporting her weight on the other, and pokes him in the knee. "'Ey. You." She grins, knowing from that slight smirk that he's well aware of her presence. Tch.

Dosu's grin widens as he begins to speak, still looking up at the ceiling. "...Well it seems your getting around well on your own, Miss Keita... How have you been...?"

"I ain't nevah been a miss to no one, Dosu." She sets her crutch back down, leaning over them lazily. "Oh, ya know. Good 'nough. You?"

Dosu chuckles lightly as he finaly lowers his head, cocking it to the side to look down at Keita. "...Well I'm alive, arn't I...?"

Keita looks Dosu over long and hard. "Eh. More or less, I s'pose."

Dosu chuckles lightly. "...Yea... Anyways, when are ya makin your way back to Halyard, Keita...?"

Keita smirks thoughtfully, looking off to the side. "Soon. The leg's healin' up nicely... mayhaps a coupla days. Think Lily'd like that."

Dosu nods slightly as he stretches his arms above his head. "...And I'm sure you would to..."

Keita snorts wryly, nodding. "Oh, aye. No doubt 'bout that. It'll be nice t' be home."

Dosu sighs lightly as he looks up and down the halls. "...Home.. Yes.."

Keita quirks a brow, glancing back to Dosu curiously. "Ya think you'll be joinin' us a'tall?"

The martens droopy shoulders lightly raise and fall in a slight shrug. "...To be honest, I really can't say.... Though it would be nice..."

Keita looks at the marten quietly for a moment. "... It'd be righ' great if ya did."

Dosu sighs lightly. "...Yea... I'll have to think about it..."

Keita quirks a brow, standing up a bit straighter and limping forward a step. "What's holdin' ya back?"

Dosu shrugs lightly once again. "...Oh.. Lots of things..."

Keita rolls her eyes, not convinced. "Like what?"

Dosu chuckles lightly. "...Like lots of things... Can we leave it at that...?"

Farren can be heard before she's seen. There's a slight unevenness to her pawsteps, and she's not being in the least bit quiet tonight. She's practically clumping along, clutching a flask of some dark liquid or other to her chest.

Dosu sighs lightly as he slowly raises his hazzy gaze back up to the ceiling. "...And who might you be, Miss...?", he calls out, seemingly to the new arrival.

Keita shakes her head wryly at the convenient distraction, then turns around to see what the hubbub's about. Ooh, another marten. Keita nods. "Hullo... there." But then, she asked Dosu a question. So. She shushes, looking between the two.

Dosu sighs lightly as he pushes himself from the wall. "...Just another demon... But I must be off. Until we meet again, Keita..." Says the marten as he slowly makes his way down the hallway.

Farren watches Dosu go with a light frown. The rest of her expression is, to put it mildly, rather priceless. It's as if the other marten has suddenly started spouting a foreign language while growing an extra head. "Err."

Keita watches Dosu head off with a rueful shake of her head and /then/ she glances at Farren. And stares. "Err's right. Ya got all yer marbles kickin' around up there, dearie?"

Farren rubs the side of her head. "Sure hope so. What was that all about?"

Keita glances the way Dosu's gone, again, with the slightest of frowns. "Eh. He's just bein' difficult."

Farren asks, "About what? Sounded like he was bein' crazy."

Keita eyes Farren curiously. "Who're you, anyway?" And then, "Oh. I s'pose that depends on what ya considah crazy. I'd say... moody, mayhaps. But not crazy."

The paw rubbing the side of Farren's head moves to the back of her neck. "Oh, err. Name's Farren. I used t'live here. Sorta."

Keita continues looking at the marten rather closely. "Oh, aye? Me too." Then, with a nose wrinkle. "Well, s'pose I do again, now. But only fer a bit. Tryin' t' regrow m' leg, ya undahstand." She grins - sanely, honestly.

Farren glances downward curiously. "Kinda annoying, aren't they? Legs. Go and get hurt on ye, and then it's a load o' bother from then on."

Keita shrugs lightly, nodding as she leans easily on her crutches. "Yeah, well. Whatcha gonna do about it, othah than cut 'em off?" Ahh, snicker.

Farren says, straight face. "Yell at'm. That'll teach'm a thing or three."

Keita glances down at her lack of leg, then frowns rather seriously. "What, ya means that all I woulda had t' do? Damn."

Farren grins faintly. "S'what happened?"

Keita looks back up and offers a half-grin, shrugging. "Forgot that I nevah much cared fer fightin'. Got in ovah m'head."

Farren says, "Bad luck. So're any more crazies like that'n around here?"

( One eyebrow goes up. "What, the whole mountain don't qualify?" )

Farren says, "Well, gen'rally I don't see your lot walkin' around callin' themselves demons 'n such."

Keita pauses, looking off to her right for a few seconds. "... Well, no. S'pose ya don't. Considah it a nickname o' his. Evah so endearing, ya undahstand. Like callin' him 'pookie' or somethin' of the like. 'Cept we call 'im... Demon. Right." She shifts her weight idly, then takes a hopping step forward, looking around. "So what, uh, brings ya here?" Changesubject.

Farren shrugs and lifts her flask, swishing the liquid inside back and forth as she does. "Nothin' much. I like it here. And it's a little less irritating than...well, than other places."

Keita eyes the flask, then the jill. "That, too, is a mattah of opinion. Whatcha got in there?"

Farren says, "Dunno. Tastes good though."

Keita nods, holding out her paw so that she might see it. "Where'd ya get it?"

Farren passes the flask over, then rolls a shoulder back. "Err. Well, I might've found it hiding somewhere in the cellars."

Keita unscrews the cap, taking a whiff. "Ahh, yeah. I'd know Nev's stuff anywhere." She closes it back up and holds it back out to the other. "An' don't worry. I've been nabbin' his stuff fer seasons."

Farren flashes a brief grin. "Ah. Well. Wasn't worryin' or anything, really." She takes the flash back, and clears her throat.

"Ahh, well, good ya weren't worryin', then." Keita drops a wink, then takes another couple of steps down the hall, glancing back at Farren. "Y'know, ya ought t' stop by m'tavern sometime. In Halyard? Ya'd like it."

Farren's expression brightens. "Tavern? Yeh I prolly would."

Keita nods. "Yeah, jus' any time yer in the neighahood, jus' stop on by."

Farren says, "Will do then. Err, don't think I caught your name though."

Keita oohs, right. "That'd be Keita. Jus' tell 'em I sent ya 'n' that yer t' get yer first drink free." Tavern grin. XD

Farren gives a rather flimsy salute. "Right, I'll do that."

Keita eyes the salute with faint amusement. "I ain't one o' /those/ hares. Just a wave, eh?" Tucking her crutch under her arm, she raises a paw and wiggles her fingers in farewell. "Toodles." And off she goes, down the hallway.

Farren calls, "Later!" after her, before turning in the opposite direction.