RP:So, About You Lyastri
Summary: Magik and Meri chat about their families.
The Rebel Room: Art Gallery
This should be a familiar scene for Magik. Meri's there, easy to find and within clear sight, as there are not many walls within the gallery space. Maybe if she were inside her little apartment. Alas. She's not. This time there is no kid though, probably sleeping. Meri's not painting any questionable paintings of Karasu this time either, just lounging, smoking and drinking. When Magik makes himself known, "I'd ask what you want but unfortunately your options are limited tonight. I've got whiskey. Or whiskey. Or..."
Magik takes a quick lap around the art gallery, walking with his hands held behind his back. He stops at two paintings to give them a quick look over, "Hm. Yes..This is definitely art." What about whiskey? "Hmm. Yes. Whiskey is fine as well." Alright, cut the crap, Mag. The Lyastri smirks then makes his way to Meri's lounging area. If there is another lounging spot he will lounge too. If not, he's just gonna stand there really awkwardly on purpose.
Meri smirks, nodding in approval of the two paintings Magik has stopped at. “Oh yes, those two are quite fine pieces. Good taste.” Those two were not done by her. Meri points to one of the pieces that is actually done by her. Not that Magik would know, she’s not bothered labeling them. “Some of the artists that want their work displayed are really bad though.” Well at least Meri occasionally makes herself the subject of her own harassment. There are plenty of spaces for Magik to make himself comfortable, no need for the tall elf to be awkward. He might even have his own bottle and glass to drink from, no need to share with Meri and get her cooties. She’s drinking straight from the bottle, because she’s classy. “So. Is your sister like you? Is she going to turn into a wolf right in front of me one of these days too?”
Magik makes a so-so gesture towards Meri's painting, "I don't know if that one should be on display, but everyone has different taste." He then does his best to make himself comfortable just across from Meri. Glass. Whiskey. Pour. Sip. Cough. Except the cough spews a quick flame from his mouth, "Ope.." More questions! "Rumi? I'm not entirely sure if she's bonded, to be honest with you. There are some who carry the Lyastri name without having the ability to call on the wolf spirit." Magik takes another sip with no coughing this time, "I'd have to ask her.."
Meri :: Is a curious beast. It’s probably good she’s a wolf and not a cat. Besides, Magik brought this on himself. He just had to go and show off. Magik chokes on the whiskey and Meri smirks, but there is not much mystery behind this smirk. She’s just relieved it’s not her choking tonight. The whiskey has been kind thus far. “Ah, you sound like an intriguing bunch. Like werewolves, but not. Some of you have wolves, but not all. Wish I had known you sooner and had the chance to meet a few more of you Lyastri.” Meri winks toward Magik, tilts her bottle toward him in cheers shortly after her compliment, and then she’s drinking.
Magik smirks as well as he returns the gesture with his glass, "Kaethil and Shinnan were very animate about the Lyastri not being werewolves..No offense to your kind, of course. It's more..Actually, it's literally more spiritual than physical, if that makes sense." Magik tilts his head to the side, "Or something like that..Yeah." He only pauses for a short moment, "You would have gotten along with the Lyastri clan. Everyone loved drinking, but for some reason, our drink of choice was usually tequila." Magik fakes a gag as he has a quick flashback of all of his hangovers due to the drink.
Meri’s tattooed shoulders rise and fall in a bit of a shrug. She only mildly understood what Magik was trying to convey, “It does but it doesn’t. I imagine it really only makes sense to other Lyastri.” Meri was trying to understand though, as Magik is more than aware of. Always playing twenty-one questions with this one. What would they be doing otherwise? Staring at each other in silence? Weird. Meri kicks her feet up onto a table that is between herself and Magik, slouching down and making herself more comfortable. “I’m sure we’d of gotten on, long as they gave me a pass for my love for whiskey. Tequila makes me dumber than usual.”
Magik chuckles, "I'm sure it would have been a great time. Who knows, with Rumiko being back maybe some others will follow? Hell, even I found my way back.." Magik wouldn't dare prop his feet up just yet. Not with the first time really relaxing at someone else's place. Instead, he holds his glass on his lap as he brings one foot up to rest his ankle on his opposite knee. "What about you? Any other family besides your daughter?"
Meri wrinkles her nose up lightly at the question. Yes, she has no issues hitting people with a million questions but turn the spotlight on her? Were the company different the question might have been dodged entirely. Her bottle is set on the table and Meri puts both feet back on the ground so that she can sit up, pulling her blonde hair back and revealing one of her more hidden tattoos. It was a dagger that looks like it has been stabbed into the flesh of Meri’s neck, with numerous initials down the hilt. “The ones that mattered are gone. The ones that I found later in life?” Khitti. Callum. “I am still trying to puzzle my offense out. Just me, Fleur, and I’ve gone and claimed Quintessa as my niece.”
Magik brings his glass to his lips once more, the remaining liquid barely touching his lips, "Hmm." And down the hatch it goes. "Screw 'em." That's all. Magik has no patience when it comes to shifty people. "Might be better off, to be honest. Hell, I'm better off with this latest divorce. It's been very liberating."
Meri smirks, in a dry sort of way. They weren’t on the most pleasant of topics, but Magik’s logic was pretty valid. “You’re probably right,” Meri confirms before giving a hard roll of her eyes, “But I swear, Magik. Next time I invite you over to drink? If you get me going on this soppy emotional crap again…” She points at him while making this threat, but she’s also smirking so she’s just joking. As she does. “I’m just gonna have to make sure you regret it.”
Magik can't argue that at all, "You're right. That's fair. However, next time we are drinking at my place." Magik gets up from his seat and starts cleaning up his empty glass and remaining bottled whiskey as best he could. "I, um, don't know where you want this stuff..So.." He puts the items somewhere appropriate and hopefully to Meri's liking, "Although, I'm kind of interested in that threat of yours. Might just make it a point to break down a wall or two when you aren't expecting it..Maybe." The elf also smirks as he continues cleaning up.
Meri is again smirking, this time it’s not one of those bitterly wry smirks. Magik is curious about this threat? Fine. A small taste. He stands, so does she. He tries to get up? And he is rewarded with a pinch to his gut, not a dreadfully rough one, while Meri is her usual obnoxious self, “Oh, it’ll be the most brutal beat down that you’ve experienced in your life.” Except, not really. The remains of his whiskey bottle is taken into her own grasp, along with the empty glass before he can put it down. “Now turn into smoke and get out back to your daughter and Ohtar. I’ve got this.” The cleaning up. It was easy. “And deal on the next drinking location.”
Magik was almost 100% certain there was going to be a gut punch. His natural instinct was to grab Meri's hand to prevent that and to maybe hip toss her to the ground, but it was just a pinch. So there was definitely a split-second of an awkward hand hold. "Most brutal beat down? Don't you threaten me with a good time." Alas, the elf lets Meri tend to her glassware as he begins his exit, "Deal." Once again, hands folded behind his back as he wanders to Meri's painting unbeknownst to him, "This one is actually pretty good.." Then with that, black smoke and his full exit.
Meri figured Magik would try and deflect somehow, she’s relieved that it doesn’t result in a hip check and her being tossed to the ground though. She’s a bit too drunk for that. What she’s not expecting is this awkward hand hold. There is a moment where she's looking a bit surprised but then Magik ends the awkwardness with some playful smack talk, or maybe it was the compliment to the painting that did it. Either way, it all ends with Meri smirking.