RP:These Lyastri And Their Wolves

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Summary: Magik and Rumiko spend a bit of time with their two favorite lycans: Mahri and Meri.


The Syndicate Grand Council Hall

Meri :: Some blonde number can be seen within plain sight within the common room. She is currently flopped into one comfortable looking pile of pillows, laying on her side with her head propped up in one hand. For now. There is a sketchbook also resting on the pillow, angled in such a way that she can doodle with her free hand, and a bottle of whiskey resting on the floor in front of her. It’s still mostly full.


Mahri stormed into the hall, muttering under her breath. The woman with blue-black hair was not subtle or unobtrusive, "Gods bless it, Magik. When I find you..." she again starts muttering under her breath. Probably promises of physical violence. Dodging those comfy looking piles of pillows, Mahri looks up to see a blonde lying on one of those nests and immediately clams up. Sure, Meri looks vaguely familiar. Perhaps she'd seen her around not that the wolf could place her. In fact, for just a split second she thought it was different blonde laying there but their scents weren't the same. Blinking silver-grey eyes, the lycan takes a quick glance around before asking rather rudely, "Ye seen Magik?" Obviously since it's just the two of them it's clear to whom the question is directed.


Meri :: Mahri storming into the hall pulled Meri’s attention up from her current artwork but it was not enough to cause the blonde to sit up. Her blue eyes do remain fixed on the dark-haired lycan, watching and listening. The way that she spoke of Magik definitely caught her attention yet the blonde lycan was far too savvy to reveal if that was a good or bad thing. Some might find Mahri’s inquiry to be rude but Meri had thicker skin than that. The tattooed woman’s answer does not come hastily though. Mahri will have to wait for the other lycan woman to resposition herself on that pile of pillows so that she is finally sitting upright, feet planted on the ground and legs bent at the knees. Her sketchbook is forgotten about as Meri positions one of her arms on her knees, leaning forward toward Mahri as she answers with a coy, “I suppose that all depends on why it is you might be looking for him. Why don’t we start there and we’ll see what answer I feel like giving you after that.”


Mahri sniffed, caught scent of the other wolf and tilted her head while Meri got herself situated. Obviously if Meri was here she was friends or acquainted with the blood-sucker in question. "The man has owed me a bloody drink for ages and every time I try to get him to pay up, he bounces. Or he's off trying to get himself killed after all the bloody trouble I went through to keep his pasty arse alive. If ye do know where he happens to be now, I'd appreciate it if you'd let him know I came to collect."


Meri grins, she couldn’t help it. Again, some might find Mahri’s behavior to be rude but Meri was a wolf that was often lacking in manners herself. The blonde looked nothing short of amused by what she was hearing from Mahri, “Ah. Well last I saw that thing, I left him out in his treehouse. He might still be there, he might not. But how about this? I’ll beat him up for you a little bit if he doesn’t show up to pay up on that drink he owes you.” Which meant Meri would definitely let the man know Mahri came to collect.


Mahri stared at the blonde for a few seconds longer than necessary. A slight quirk at the corner of her mouth might have been the start of a smile. "So he fancies himself a bird now, eh?" Dropping her gaze to the mostly full bottle of whiskey, Mahri sighs heavily and steps forward, "Ye mind?" her chin juts towards the amber libation. "And who's idea was it to put all these pillows in here. Someone plannin' a slumber party?" The bridge of her nose crinkles in distaste.


Meri reaches behind her to grab one of those pillows, tossing it toward Mahri with a shrug. The toss was more of an invitation for the other lycan to make herself comfortable for this little drinking session. The toss is in fact angled more toward the floor than the woman. Once Mahri makes herself comfortable, Meri will then nudge that bottle of whiskey closer to the other woman. “Shoot, I would assume...Magik? Wouldn’t he be the brains behind the design of this place?” There is a bit of a shrug. “All I know is that they’ve been here ever since I was brought in….” A brow is quirked as she levels a studious gaze on the other lycan, “It’s Mahri, ain’t it?” Meri is basing this guess on bits and pieces that she’s heard of the woman.


Mahri did little more than raise a foot to stop the pillow and let it fall to the ground. She'll settle on it then slide half off and lean back trying to get comfortable. Maybe a punch or two into the plush fabric then it's how she wants it. "Figures. I can see him imaginin' a harem of females half clothed loungin' around." A snort of a laugh sounds before answering about her name. "That's me, alright. And you are?" Seriously, she could swear she'd seen the inked lycan somewhere before but it escaped her just where exactly. Ah well, it didn't matter, did it?


Meri :: It was interesting to hear Mahri’s opinion on why Magik decided to decorate the way that he did. Mahri settles into the pillow that Meri tossed her way but Meri does not take to lounging back into hers. The woman rises to her feet and makes her way to the bar area so that she can snag the women a pair of glasses. She was normally the sort to drink straight from the bottle but if the two were to be lounging, then glasses would be convenient. While Meri is up, she’s answering. “The name is Meri.” And on her way back she is pointing out, “You know I met this woman that was talking about you the other night. Some pretty red head who says she is staying with you.”


Mahri watched Meri walk to the bar, twisting at the waist to follow that progress. "Rumiko? Aye, she's been stayin' with me in Vailkrin, at the Hanging Corpse. She's my sister-in-law" in a round-about-past-lives sort of a way, but it made her family to the wolf and if there's a note of protectiveness for the nymph, that would be why - but since neither could read each other's mind... Anyway, "She's jus' returnin' to Lythridel." Meri flops back down near Mahri, placing the two glasses between them and reaching for that whiskey. Both of the glasses are filled just about to the brim, a little space is left. Just enough so that neither woman would slop all over the floor, so long as they were careful. It also meant that neither of them would be in need of a refill anytime soon, depending on how fast they felt like draining those tumblers. Meri didn’t need to be a mindreader to pick up on Mahri’s protectiveness of Rumiko, the blonde smiles and just sort of rattles on. Hopefully it will become apparent to Mahri that it’s just harmless chat, “That’s what she was saying, that you and her go way back. I met her...mmm. Not that long ago? Two weeks maybe? Tops? Down in Vailkrin. She found Magik that night too, it was a pretty cute little reunion.”


Mahri had forgotten, or perhaps never known, that Magik and Rumi were somehow related. It escaped her, but she was happy for her friend and the twitch became a very small softening of her mouth in what could be called a smile. "That's good." Taking the glass up, Mahri raised it in silent thanks and toast before drinking half in one go. "Good stuff," she compliments, looking at what was left in the glass. "All the little connections people have to each other, isn't it interestin'? Like you, for example. I keep feeling like I've seen you before. Rynvale maybe? Cenril? Doesn't really matter because fate is a wench and one way or another we're all destined to be somewhere at some point in time." Holy crap Mahri, waxing philisophical and only half a glass of whiskey?


Meri is impressed. There are plenty of people that have taken a liking to drinking within the lands but that didn’t mean that putting back half of the glass that Meri just poured was an easy feat. Especially when one does it without coughing or choking. It was a really liberal pour. Meri’s considerably more gentle on her whiskey, sipping on it instead of trying draining half the thing in on sitting like Mahri. “Plenty more in the bottle when you need a refresher,” Meri points out. Though maybe she should cut Mahri off while she was still ahead? The lycan was getting deep. “That’s a bleak way of looking at things. Then again, I suppose with how crap around this place goes….? You’ve got your reasons. I like to think that I have some amount of control in my life…” Meri gives a bit of a crinkle of her nose. “But to answer your questions, both. I’ve been out in both places. Rynvale in years past, Cenril more recently.”


Mahri sips at the rest of her drink. It takes a lot to inebriate the wolf but it really was good whiskey. Best savored. "Mmm. Maybe. Probably seen you in Rynvale before I left. Lots of things going on back a few years ago anyway." Things she would prefer to forget but damn her selective memory. "Anyway. How long you been in cahoots with Magik?"


Meri shifts about on the pillow she was sitting in, trying to make herself more comfortable. At least that is how it might seem at first. The truth was that the question made Meri just a little fidgety and she was trying to figure out how to answer it, pretending she needed to get more comfortable. Eventually she just sits up. Screw all of this lounging. Maybe Mahri was right, these pesky pillows. Meri opts to take the business approach to the answer, “Tessa sent me his way a few months ago to have me brought in. Little over half a year, I suppose?”


Magik makes a smokey entrance from the surface. He does a quick lap around the hall before taking his normal seat at the round table, "Sup?"


Mahri watched Meri closely over the rim of her glass, sensing that discomfort and wondered about it but didn't say much. "Tessa, eh?" Again, a hint of fondness there. "How is the Countess?" she chuckled before rising to her feet as well. "Last I heard she was aiming to gain control of Vailkrin."


Mahri glances over her shoulder as though any entrance Magik makes is expected. "About time blood-sucker."


Magik flashes his non pointy teeth, "Not anymore, fleabag." He obviously blows a kiss to Mahri.


Rumiko stepped out of the tavern and paused. Green eyes wandered left then right down the main road through town, the skin between her brows pinching in confusion as she recognized none of the faces around her. She felt it, that unmistakable bond that had always allowed her to track those she called her kin. "Mahri?" It was spoken quietly into the wind as she grabbed the hem of her skirting up off the ground. There were several doors here and there that she could see, and slow steps towards each had her lifting a palm to nearly touch the portals before finally settling on the one she felt the strongest connection through. Upon stepping through the threshold she paused once more. Pointed ears picked up the familiar sound of voices as she shivered against the protective magics that gave way and allowed her full entrance. The nymph did not knock this time, instead she continued forward until she could see those gathered. A faint smile cracked her featured as she cleared her throat, the once beta her main focus. "I should have known you'd be involved in this."


Meri :: Suddenly Mahri and Meri were not so alone in the headquarters, not that it was any complaint from Meri. She was a social creature and was quite fond of the people that were making their way into the room. Tessa’s political ambitions are met with a bit of a shrug, Meri’s never been up to speed with what her niece is doing in that regard. Vailkrin politics. Eh. Meri abandons Mahri on those pillows, but not without good reason. Rumiko needs a glass of red wine, you see, and Magik might appreciate a beer. Meri’s quite intent on delivering drinks to the newcomers, it is very important business. “Tessa is doing good.” Once Magik and Rumiko have their respective drinks in hand, Meri greets them with a bit of playful teasing. As she usually does. “Oh not much. Mahri and I have just been sitting around talking about the both of you. I hope your ears weren’t burning too much.” Her blue eyes bounce between Magik and Miko, “How are the two of you?”


Mahri 's eyes pulled from Magik to the nymph behind him and that hint of a smile bloomed, creasing the scar down her right cheek and flashing a dimple in the left. "Involved in what? I haven't done anything." There was the unspoken 'yet' as always. Mahri reached one gloved hand towards her sister to becon her closer. "Drink? Meri here has some fine whiskey. Top shelf." Ever the protector, her tone was soft and becoming rather than gruff and short with the nymph. Not that Rumiko hadn't heard the latter before, it just didn't have a place here and now.


Magik may or may not have tapped Meri's behind after receiving the beer. There was, however, a heartfelt, "Thanks, beautiful." The elf scoots his chair back and props his feet up on the meeting table. Magik sticks his tongue out at Mahri then waves to his sister before looking back to Meri, "No secrets, I hope.." Meri should know how Magik is today. They did spend some time at the archery range yesterday then the night together. He brings the beer bottle up to his lips as he looks to his sister. She better be well or he's going to have to smash somebody's skull in. Or set it on fire. Both? Anyways. He kills the beer immediately.


Rumiko accepts the wine as it was offered, her crown dipping in thanks as she continues further into the room. The offer from Mahri has her lifting the red in a salute; she was never much a fan of whiskey anyhow. The silver-eyed lycan was her destination, though it was towards Meri she spoke in passing, "Finding my way around, yourself?" She paid no attention to the mention of ears burning, but not because she was intending to ignore the blonde. "You always do something." She placed emphasis on the last word, and if the others hadn't known the pair knew one another, they would now. She offered no reason for Magik to crush skulls; it was as if he could kill what was bothering her anyway. A look over her shoulder back towards the elf had a brow raising, though that smile hadn't vanished yet, "You collect the most interesting of people."


Meri may or may not have smirked at that maybe tapping. Mysteries. Secrets. Do Mah and Rumi want to know? Probably not, but Mahri might start piecing together why Meri got a little shifty earlier. Meri plops her rear onto the round table right next to Magik’s feet. “Come on, now. You already know my stance on snitches.” Meri says with a wink. “Besides, Mahri is right there and…” she eyes the other lycan. “I don’t know, she looks like she could deliver a whooping if she wanted to.” Not that Meri’s a coward, she’s just talking and being cheeky, as she does. Meri doesn’t press on an answer from Magik, as she does indeed already know how he is. “I’m doing fabulous. I’ve got something to drink and some great company. How can I be anything but great?”


Mahri keeps closer to Rumiko while she drinks her wine and the wolf her whiskey. Speaking of, it's getting rather low. Her gaze shifts between Meri and Magik - sensing something there?- before shrugging. Not her business. Nope. "Well, now that we are all here...." What? Is this a meeting of sorts? No.."How about catching me up on the happenings?" The last was directed to Magik who appears to have lost his fangs.


Magik smirks at his sister's comment, "Birds of a feather." That's the saying right? It was true though. He kept good company around him. Trusting company. He would have to considering why they were all in this particular room. No words were shared between the Lyastri and Meri though. None were needed at the moment. He gave her a certain look when she sat at the table. She knows the look. And the eyebrow wiggle. Always with the eyebrow wiggles. He shifts his seat a bit so he could place a hand on her leg. Those fiery eyes then look to Mahri. He was picking up what she was putting down. "Remember that sickness? All gone. We got to the bottom of it. I stopped fighting and let it run its course. Want to feel my heartbeat?" He was kidding about the last part. He knew Mahri wasn't very touchy feely.


Rumiko had called it, then confirmed it when she'd stumbled into the Gallery. She was happy for both Magik and Meri and wished them all the best, even if she didn't say it aloud. She made it a point to keep green eyes either focused on her glass or on the wolf at her side, and did her best to keep that smile- small as it were- curving her lips in a painted smile. Mahri's words drew her attention all the more, and a brow rose as she tried to think of the new things. Magik's words earned a dip of her head, the nymph adding on, "And he managed to pull me in." That had her turning so she could view all gathered, "Which reminds me you two might not know..." A hand rose to point at the elf as her eyes found silver, "Obviously you know Magik, but he is also my brother." It was Mah's turn to be motioned to then as she eyed the Lyastri across the room, "And this is my sister." The red was sipped again before it was set down upon a table. "So you both better be nice."


Meri couldn’t help but feel like the eyes were upon her just a little bit. Mahri was obviously quite close with Magik and Rumiko was his sister. There are a few fleeting seconds where Meri is a bit tense but Mahri shrugs and Rumiko is smiling, the feeling passes. While Magik and Meri may not be speaking with words, the couple was clearly saying plenty to one another through exchanged looks and little touches. Meri knew exactly why Magik was wiggling his brows at her, and the hand that he puts on her leg? While she rests a hand on top of his. Mahri touches upon Magik and his sickness while Rumiko addresses a few family matters. She has a feeling more questions will be coming, at least….she’d have them? Curious beast. There is one thing that crosses the blonde’s mind, but she’ll let the current conversation settle before chiming in again.


Mahri noticed the touches and the looks and where Rumiko had a smile, Mahri was grinning and hiding it behind the last of her drink. To Rumiko, the wolf snorts. "I'm always nice. He," she nods towards Magik, "deserves whatever he gets from me though." Then, to Magik, "I'm happy to see you're better and not a vampire any more." And she was, really. There were a few times she thought she'd not see the elf again. Mahri didn't wait to be served a refill but rather left Rumiko's side long enough to get her own.


Magik wishes he had something to flick at Mahri but he's out of ammo. Rumiko gets a shocked look, "I'm always nice to Mahri! See how she treats me even though she might be right?" His dark eyes shift to one of his oldest friends. With a smirk, wink, and a nod he acknowledges the sickness conversation, "Thank you, Mah. I am too. It was quite a ride that I wasn't ready to take." With a gentle squeeze of Meri's leg, he adds, "I doubt we'd be here if I was still puking up that goo.." It was gross.


Rumiko continued pulling at the wine, her gaze falling to Meri in her silence. The corners of her lips pull upward further in a greater smile, though whatever she's picturing in her mind is kept to herself. For now. The fact that neither of her siblings questions her familial claims was just as well; it wasn't something she was particularly looking forward to explaining anyway. "Meri..." The nymph stepped closer to the blonde, though not far from Mahri, as she struggled to find the correct wording for her question. "When you get creative, is it always something that just comes to you? Or do you also take requests?" The squabbling between the others earns a shake of her head.


Meri :: That squeeze to her leg reminds Meri of something and the blonde is reaching out to collect his hand. Specifically the hand that he ripped that arrow out of last night, it’s turned palm up so that she can see how fast this really healed. He said a couple of days, aye? It’s not a fussing moment, just a curious one. “Not to overstep my bounds or nothing,” that is not the impression Meri wanted to give, especially now that she was sleeping with the bossman. “But maybe we ought to try and throw a little shindig? Get everyone together? Tessa can tell everyone about that work we’ve been doing with Maggie and we can all bond a bit afterward over some drinks?” With this idea pitched to Magik, Meri swivels her attention to Rumiko. A brow is lifted and a smile is formed, “Both. Like, no one asked me to send that piece to you and Magik. But if someone has an idea and wants to pay me? I mean, that’s really the only honest work I got these days.” The blonde smirks and then is quick to add on, “Can’t charge Magik’s family though. Just the rule.” That she made up. Right now.


Mahri turned, swirling the amber liquid in her glass to listen to the exchange between Rumiko and Meri. "I like that idea. A party would be nice to have. I really don't know anyone else in this outfit very well except for Tessa, Rumiko and Magik anyway." Three of the closest people in her life at the moment, anyway. The wolf has a sip of whiskey before taking her spot next to Rumi again.


Magik 's hand was completely healed. No blood stain. No scar. No evidence that a fully formed arrow could even escape his palm. That'd be weird though, right? Neat party trick, perhaps? It's had to have happened at least once in his time here. Meri's suggestion is met with nothing but a simple nod. It does seem about time to round up the troops. With new faces joining the cause and new problems forming its definitely time to get everyone on the same page. It would also be a great opportunity to know what resources the clan has within their grasp and what each named member brings to the table. A great idea, indeed. He then quietly excuses himself from the table to get another beer. As he tends the bar he looks to Mahri, "Really? You don't know Penelope, Karasu, Rilla, and Kasyr? It's settled then. We'll definitely have to put this together." Fresh beer. Back to his seat next to Meri. Whiskey flask for her.


Rumiko moved the rest of the way across the room, "Have you ever had someone share a memory with you?" That question came soft, her gaze moving back towards the blue eyes of the artist. It was an odd request, she knew. Not many people were able to push and pull memories, much less willing to accept them. She could not charge family all she wanted, but that didn't mean the nymph wouldn't find another way to compensate. The mention of a party does little to excite her, not when something she seeks might well be within her grasp, though a look over her shoulder towards Mahri had her nodding in agreement. "I should like to meet everyone, I think." At least, until Magik lists off the names. Rumiko became suddenly rigid in her stance, her gaze rounding and finding Magik in their sights. "Kasyr?"


Meri :: This would just go down as one of those questions that Meri would have to ask Magik next time the two of them were poised to play their favorite game. The flask that Magik passes off to her is accepted with a wink. At first it seemed like Meri was paying attention to that list of names that Magik was going over but Rumiko’s inquiry would not be ignored. The blonde’s gaze snaps to the nymph and a brow is lifted as the psion lowers her head in a slow nod to indicate, yes. “Right here and right now? Or later?” The blonde takes a glance around the room. “Maybe you ought to plan to come out to see me in Cenril soon?” As that is where all of Meri’s art supplies are kept anyway.


Rumiko answered Magik first, "He's tried to kill me before." She offered no explanation, nor was that her trying to push her brother into action. It was her way of asking not be left along with the tiefling, without actually asking it. Nevermind their being on opposing sides of a war and him actually letting her go once. The nymph didn't trust old habits. Towards Meri she turned then, her head shaking softly in response to her question, "No, not now. I will need to think of the perfect one." She would schedule time in the near future for it. A grunt from Mahri came in the form of a goodbye as she finished her drink and started for the exit, her elbow reaching out to nudge the redhead along the way. "That's my queue." Bending slightly at the waist, the nymph followed after the lycan and stopped only once she got to the door. "Do have a pleasant evening, you two?" A wink was offered before she and Mahri vanished out into the night.


Meri is hiding her nervousness on Rumiko’s request quite well as the blonde has a very keen awareness that not every memory is a pleasant one. This could be a precarious moment for Meri, depending on what Rumiko wanted to have a picture of. “Take your time, it’s a standing offer.” Meri smirks and hitches a thumb toward Magik, “At least until he decides he’s tired of me.” Even then...Meri would probably hold to her word. Everyone in this room knows how Meri just likes to make colorful commentary. With everyone leaving, Meri sights her sights on Magik and is trying to claim his hand again. Once everyone is a little bit more out of earshot, because Rumi probably doesn’t want to hear this mush. “And you...left me something earlier that I have yet to properly thank you for.” Yes. She did not forget. “Your place or mine?”


Magik finishes his beer and follows up with a sincere, "Noted, my dear sister." Family first. As Rumi and Mahri make their exit, the elf stands and offers his hand to Meri, "Let's go have that pleasant evening, yeah?"