RP:Mischief Managed
Kelay Restaurant
Sabrina pushed the doors to the restaurant with one arm, hefting the flighty book with the other. She makes her way to a table, plopping said article down with a grunt. She heads to the counter to share a giggle with the aitress who she had grown quite fond of; the woman took to reminding her of daily things and they would gossip for a few minutes in the mornings. Sabrina looked a little worse for wear; pale, thinner, a tad bit disheveled. She ordered coffee, a big pot of coffee that would take her through a long few hours of reading- if anything it would keep her awake. She lent over the counter like only a person with legs too short to touch the floor at the same time would, kicking her heels like she quite honestly probably already had too much coffee already. When she received her order she marched right back over to the bookish table and set it up just so. Today she wore tight leather pants- a lesson about short shorts was learned after her meeting with a certain Lycan just the day before- and a very baggy, very soft, very comfortable looking sweater that hung off her form in a fashion that is looked like a fluffy blanket, more than a arm-holed contraption. In either case, she looked mighty comfy with coffee, and book, and sweater.
Krice was already in the restaurant, nursing a glass of water after having finished a bowl of honeydew. When Sabrina entered, the warrior diverted his gaze to the doorway. When he noticed the identity of the new arrival, the silver-haired man's brows lowered slightly in portrayal of distant contemplation. Only once the woman had taken her seat, in her fluffy attire, with her coffee and her magical book, did the warrior seek her attention. " Hey. Got an extra seat?" He asked, now standing across from the woman, on the other side of her table.
Sabrina looks way, way up at Krice from her seated position and politely closes her book. Upon doing so a keen eye would notice green viney tendrils unraveling from her fingers and retreating into the bindings all unawares. “There are four seats at this table.” She beams up at him, she would not mind if he sat down, but this is not what he asked her and Sabrina is not what one would describe as socially adept. She adds, on order for him to be clear there was in fact an extra seat “ I only require the one.” It was not rude, not even remotely, though… one would begin to wonder how far Sabrina meant to imply he must have been not very bright. Still, she assumed there was alternative meaning in his query and continued to smile pleasantly.
Krice had a keen eye, and a keen sense for all things magic; thusly, he noticed the vines unwinding from Sabrina's fingers as she dismissed her book. Her answer to his query was met with a wry smirk before he lowered his left hand down to the back of a chair opposite her, pulled it out, and then sat down; holding his sheathed katana thereafter in both hands between his knees. He started by reminding her who he was. " Straw hat. Rohk almost collided with the restaurant. Krice." A beat. " I'd like to talk to you about that ability you possess. If it has to be somewhere more private, I can wait outside for you to finish your meal." There was no malice in the warrior, or aggression or command. He simply wanted to have a discussion with her about their last encounter.
Kovl 's dark green eyes bounces their gaze to the occupied tables within the restaurant and land on Sabrina, enjoying a book, and Krice standing near the table. The mischievious pixie is invisible now thanks to the magical properties of the dust contained in a pouch at his side. Kovl is here for one reason: to be amused. And those at Sabrina's table will be the target of his amusement. The unseen pixie darts quickly to the tabletop, beating his wings as quietly as possible, before landing gracefully upon it. He looks to Sabrina and her now closed book before his gaze moves to Krice.
Sabrina hadn’t slept yet, and so remembered Krice quite clearly. She mimics his words to her when he finally takes his seat. “Hat, Rohk, lusty friend.” A beat. “Krice.” She giggles wonderfully refreshingly, her accent weighing heavily on his words but recited just as he did to her in their last meeting. Through the tiny holes in the sweater sleeves a faint light was produced on her left arm as she recalled the venture that brought him to the forefront of her mind. She leans in toward the table and whispers “I wrote it down, Krice.” The way she said his name was simply unforgettably unique. Her mood was considerably light and airy, finding her in such a state usually implied she had been up too long and her pride of remembering so much had gotten the best of her. In any case, one would eventually note, the more recent her sleep the more on edge and confusingly unaware she seemed. “I am sorry I didn’t warn you though..not that ‘ability’ is the word I would use.” She did the quoting fingers thing. She did not appear to be particularly secretive about the defect, though it was an unusual topic to discuss. The book alights for no apparent reason and Sabrina stares down at it wondering why. Its ability to sense a magical anything had little rivals in the sense of sentient booky things.
Krice nodded, his smirk remaining. " Lusty friend," he confirmed. Her mood seemed positive, unlike the other times they had met, and this didn't appear to harbour any significance to the warrior. However, since this mood could be directly related to how easily the woman was speaking, he was thankful for it. He shook his head in lieu of her apology, and after his gaze dropped briefly to what he could see of her glowing arm, he looked over at her face once more, crimson eyes to green eyes, and said, " Don't worry about it. It was an accident." She slipped, caught herself on him; contact ensued and trouble happened. He appeared to be over it. The warrior dropped his gaze to the book on the table, and then to an indistinct point on the table, staring right at Kovl - though he couldn't see the little creature. The warrior only used what evolved hearing, and magic-sensing ability he had, to zero in on the pixie's relative location. He squinted in bemusement at the spot at which Kovl hovered, before nodding to indicate it to Sabrina. " There's a buzzing right there. Is that you, too?"
Kovl 's attention is drawn to the book on the table glowing at Sabrina's side. A book which glows keeps a pixie on his toes. Magic. As Sabrina looks down to the book, Kovl tiptoes his way toward Krice's formerly nursed glass of water and stops dead in his tracks as he hears Krice's observation. His wings are still now, but the pixie couldn't help but entertain the idea that Krice -sees- him. Kovl's face, though invisible, is that of a child who was caught sneaking a cookie from the cookie jar without his parents' permission. -If only I don't move...- The tiny illusionist is now statuesque and tries his best to stay that way.
Sabrina blushed. “Buzzing… I don’t..” She too looked at the spot, however, other than a water stain she found nothing. The book still glowed and so she picked it up and held the massive piece of text to her keen ear. No buzzing. She holds the book out to Krice so he can give a listen, the heavy piece hovering inches above the table as it would have nearly collided with anything invisible or not invisible that stood or hovered upon it. The glass of water tips over. She whispers too loud to have bothered whispering. “Are you ill?” She appears very concerned quite suddenly for Krice’ well being and not so much at the contents that flooded over the side of the table.
Krice tilted his head to listen to the book, but he immediately knew that said buzzing was not coming from it; if it was, he'd have heard the buzzing at -other- times when he saw the book. With Kovl now stopped, the warrior could hear no buzzing from wings, despite his sharp auditory ability, but he still got the sense of a little puff of magic somewhere in that region. Picking up a clean fork from its placement on the table, he turned the pronged end against his palm and extended the rounded end of the handle toward Kovl, giving the air a speculative prod to see if something tangible lurked where he was looking. Krice murmured to Sabrina pensive, " Nope... I'm quite fine..." as he awaited the results of his 'experiment'.
Kovl's head snaps to Sabrina and that looming tome and falls flat on his face to try avoiding collision. But what if Sabrina drops the book upon him? No, no, no. The pixie clamors to his feet toward Krice's glass before a flood of water cascades toward him while the warrior's fork prods at him. The butt of Krice's utensil hits Kovl square in the chest, causing him to yelp as he falls back onto the thick stream of water below him. Water soaks his clothing and the pixie frowns, not even bothering to stand until a few seconds have passed. Kovl grunts in exasperation; his plans are already frustrated. Bad start to this night.
Sabrina stared at Krice all wide-eyed and you-crazy-foo! “I’m afraid I must disagree-“ Minty reflection cast down to the sputtering water and squeak of a tiny nature. She sits way back in her chair and just stares for a moment before her eyes find Krice and she tilts her head inquisitively. The book is pulled into her lap, though its glow was still promising. She waved above the glowy surface and in a swirl of dirty grey-brown smoke the book is whisked away, likely back to its home in Ara. A small trace of dust falls to the floor completely non-glowy and quite unceremoniously.
Krice blinked when his fork touched something solid and he recoiled it in response to the little sound that resulted. " Oops," exclaimed the warrior quietly, apologetic for harming what little critter lurked in the unseeing realm. The warrior lowered his fork, fixed his glass upright, and took one of the table's napkins to press down on the puddle that resulted, pressing away from the general sound of that little squeak. He had to try and stem the flow of mess before a waitress could come and do it in his stead. Lifting his cool crimson gaze to Sabrina, he arched a brow and said, " See? Some little thing is there. Pixie, fae - one of those tiny magic-dust creatures." The warrior tapped the tip of his nose with his right hand - the left one still holding down that napkin - and added, " I can smell it. It's like pollen."
Kovl blinks before climbing back to his feet. Is this mischief salvagable? Sabrina does not believe the warrior. Good, good. As Krice presses a napkin to the table, the pixie runs to his hand, water splashing as he does, and throws a hard kick (at least for a pixie) toward his thumb. He dives behind the uprighted glass in anticipation of any retaliation while water drips from his wings to the tabletop.
Sabrina makes a face. She was not so keen on pollen-fae allergies. She hoped he wouldn’t sneeze, she found sneezes disgusting given the fact he just used his napkin for water spillage. She stands from the table like it would somehow infect her. One bad pixie experience is enough. She scowls having remembered something quite unfunny. “They braided my hair into a thousand mustaches… took weeks to comb out the orge snot they used to hold it in place.” She, for one, would have no part of the little trixies. She saw tiny spilishitysplashities and decides Krice is probably right, and like a bucket of worms had fallen on the table she backs away from it and begins to head for the door.
Krice felt a tiny little zap of pressure on his thumb and shot a look at the air behind it, his lips twisted thoughtfully. When Sabrina rose from the table, the warrior's gaze diverted from where he sensed the magical being to be, and lifted to the woman's face instead. He arched a brow, but pulled a face of displeasure in lieu of her recounted story. " Sounds pleasant," he said offhandedly, before casting his gaze down at the table once more and then rising altogether. As the waitress came over to clean up the spilled water, offering a warm smile to Krice, with whom she was familiar, the silver-haired man dipped his head in a nod and looked toward Sabrina once more. " I'd like to talk a bit more about that thing you can do. Another time, I guess." He shook his head, indicating that there was no rush or pressure.
Sabrina thinks on his words and hands him a small, very small, trinket-sized brassy compass. “If you can manage, this is how you can find Ara.” The compass appeared to be spinning freely until he would take it in his hand and still the dial. “Let yourself in, but do not let go of this once you are inside.” She seemed adamant about the last bit. He could likely put it in his pocket and be fine, not like it took up much space anyway. A pixie forms. The druidess’ eyes cross. He says ‘Boo’. She swats swiftly and fully. “Filthy little…” she trails off in Elvish and clears the distance between her and the door. If she made any contact with his skin under that much irritation, well… who knows how a pixie irritates.
Krice didn't take hold of that compass, likely because he didn't know where it had come from. It could have all kinds of booby-traps within it. Presuming Sabrina therefore lay it on the table, the warrior would look down at the compass and note that its needle was spinning quite swiftly all on its own. Finding a clean, dry napkin, he wrapped it around the compass and then pocketed the item. He couldn't very well return it to Sabrina, what with the woman departing so quickly. Kovl's appearance in front of the woman earned the pixie an indifferent stare, but he stepped up to the exit to gift the little creature with a quiet growl of, " Go play with someone a little more suited to your size." Reaching out, he either pushed the door open for Sabrina or caught it as it was closing in her wake. Either way, he'd be exiting the place shortly after, having had enough water for the morn'.
Kovl 's eyes widen as Sabrina's hand comes at terrifying speeds toward his form. The pixie let his wings fall limp, allowing gravity to aid in a successful escape. "Hey! Watch it!" Kovl yells as his wings bring him back to eye-level, this time a little farther from the druid. "What's Ara?" The pixie doesn't expect any answer from the cursing elf, but why not try? Kovl slips through the open door behind the others if they were to walk outside the restaurant. Otherwise, he stays inside. The pixie sticks his tongue out at Krice. "I haven't heard that one before," he jests sarcastically.
Krice turned from Kovl in lieu of his sarcastic response, and although the warrior could keep it going, he opted not to. Despite the irritant the little pixie proved to be, he wasn't doing anything particularly cruel, and being cruel to the critter was just... not necessary, for want of a better word. He exited the restaurant after Sabrina and turned the opposite direction, letting the door swing closed in his wake; it was slow enough that a little zippy pixie would have no trouble fitting through. Pocketing his hands, the warrior moved along Kelay Way in silence.