Anya's Room

Nov 18th 2006, 5:26pm to

marjorievonnordeck, Lightpaladin, Girlbrainiac, kirbycrosby06, Himura-Dumbledore and Qlmmb2086

Continued from X

((LMAO, time delays... Let's just go with Girlbrainiac's room discription. :0) ))

"here"Hunter said handing the key to Anya" can i get you anything i'm going down stairs to get some water for Rodger" he asked

"I left my soup at the bar, as well as my walking stick, if you would be so kind," she replied, pocketing the key.

She took a seat on one of the chairs, examining the planking of the floor and waiting for someone else to speak.

"How long do you think he'll be out?" Metis asked looking toward Anya.

((I guess there's not much else to do until Q comes back to respond, huh?))

Metis hurd Angle knock on the open door, "Come in," he said quietly nodding toward the table and chairs, "why don't you take a seat Angle, Rem." ((I know Metis can't see Rem yet, but I think it's ok for him to assume that Rem is following close behind Angle, yes? lol.))

"The shield knocked the the wind from him, but it did not cause enough damage to keep him out for long. He should come round in a few minutes," she replied. She folded her hands neatly on her lap and continued to look at the floor.

((Ok, I'm going to go haunt the "question" thread again then, lol))

Angel stepped into the room, with Rem following close behind.

'So, he's going to be all right,' he thought as he heard of Roger's current condition form Anya. He then proceeded to take a seat in one of the wooden chairs, and then waited patiently for someone to ask him a question. Knowing what happened tonight, the questions would most likely come from Rem.

((lightpaladen, Q is sick right now, so he said just to assume that Rem takes a seat and listins to your explinations... His questions are I believe "who sent you?" and "why did you attack me?" Remeber that Rem thinks you're a merc that was sent to kill him.))

((Ho boy. Must be the bug going around...well, I hope you get well soon, Q! For now, I shall continue.))

After Rem had seated himself, he gazed at Angel and said, "Okay, now that everyone is listening in, I'll now listen to your explanations. Who sent you? Why did you attack me?"

Angel could tell that Rem's patience was already on the fringe of snapping...or, if it already had, it had quite a ways to go before it fully recovers, and is now in a very fragile state. Either way, it wasn't pretty. So, Angel thought it best not to toy with him with petty remarks and tell him straight out.

"Have you not heard me before?" Angel retorted. "I'm a thief, not a mercenary or an assassin, and I work for nobody but myself. Even if I were told by someone to have you killed, I would have refused, because I do not kill for other's personal gain, and I only kill if I feel it is absolutely necessary. As for why I attacked you, well, the reason is simple enough: a woman named Lana Crane was just trying to get home, and you decide to put a blade on her neck when she stumbles in the middle of a conversation that you and this fellow here," he nodded in the direction of Metis, "were having. Naturally, I didn't plan on letting her die for something she didn't mean to do, so I held a blade to your neck, thus allowing her to escape. And when the fight began, I was only acting in self-defense. And the rest is history." He then paused and waited patiently for someone to respond.

Metis sighed, finally relaxing a little, "This hole thing was a comedy of errors," he said softly, "Lana was never in any real danger or I wouldn't have still been sitting on the ground when she triped over her feet."

He paused a moment then looked Angle squair in the eyes, but not at all in a challenging way. He continued on in a smooth even tone as he brought a little more light to the situation, "Before you came out I had given Rem my word not to look on his face. For what reason he requested this of me I am still uncertin, however for saving my skin I thought it a small thing to comply. So, when you came from behind and drew a weapon on Rem, I'm sure you noticed that I did not but stand up and look at your feet. Then when Rem released me from that promise, I believed it to be a call to help him, and not until then did I act. Even then however I only knocked your weapon away from him and took a guarding position. Rem obviously still saw you as a threat though."

((Ok, now... unless Anya has some comment to make on what Angle and Metis just said I think we do have to wait for Q, before we contine. Or I guess, Angle can respond to Metis if he sees fit. But I don't want to start Metis' explination about his Page until Q is back to kind of guide what Metis says into the quest... because I'm not exactly sure of what all the details are concerning the obduction of Lestreena.))

coming back to Anya's room he laid down the tray of water and bread on the table leaned the walking stick in a corner and gave the fresh soup to Anya" your soup was cold so i got you a new one" with that he pulled one of the chairs against the wall near the door , after he closed it and sat down

"Lana Crane..." Anya muttered softly to herself, "where have I heard that name before?"

"And who is this woman that caused this silly fight?" she asked Angel or anyone else who would answer. "What did you find so threatening about her?" she asked Rem particularly.

'I know I have heard that name before! I think that one of my old associates spoke of her... What did he say?' she wondered.

Angel, with his finely attuned ears, picked up what Anya was muttering to herself.

"You might know her," he said to her. "Around the 5 foot tall area, missing her right eye, pretty mundane-looking, she also said she was an...Investigator, was it? I bought her a drink earlier this evening. And she took the fact about me being a thief quite well. As I said before, her name was Lana Crane." 'And despite her rather ordinary appearance, she's a pretty one...wait, what am I thinking? Pull yourself together, Angel,' he thought the last part to himself.

‘Now why would a sister on a pilgramage know someone in Lana’s line of work?’ Metis pondered to hiself in silence.

Metis stood and poored himself a glass of water before retaking his seat on the bed next to Rodger. He was now more suspishous of this Anya woman than ever, there was deffinatly more to her than she was letting on. He sipped his water slowly as he pondered this. He no longer believed her to be a simple woman of the cloth. Metis was sure she was concealing something. Even the way she carried herself, always eyes and head bowed to the floor; it was as if she where hiding, but what she would be hiding from: a person or her past perhaps... he had no idea yet.

Hunter stared around the room tring to figure this out like Anya he had not seen what had caused the fight or why they were in the ally way in the first place so he asked" why were all of you out there in the first place"

((quick question, but we're assuming Rem gathered all his gear right? So he's still got all his equipment, his shield and a (now somewhat muddy) bow on his back?))

"And who is this woman that caused this silly fight?" she asked Angel or anyone else who would answer. "What did you find so threatening about her?" she asked Rem particularly.

"Look Ma'am... Sister... whatever. I've got people like this," he gestured towards Angel, "tracking and trying to kill me. I show up here, and Lana takes an uncommon interest in my affairs, to the point of following me into an alleyway and spying on me. And as soon as she is caught, a weapon falls across my throat. Threatening, she is not. But the sort her kind draws attention to me from could very well cost me my life. I wished only to scare her enough to let well alone, and in doing so my suspicions were rewarded."

Roughly, Rem spun the back of a chair to the wall and sat, arms crossed and eyes pointed sulkily away from the others in the room

'Missing her right eye...? Now I remember. Yarvid told me about her once...' she thought.

(flashback)

"Where have you been, Yarvid? Rasghetti's been looking for you," Anya told the older man, the boss's lieutenant. She smirked at him. "And why the blood? Are you trying to put me out of business? Assassination is MY line of work. I can't have you cutting in."

"Oh, it's nothing of the sort. The boss wanted me to report on those shipments of silk, but that woman was following me."

"What woman?"

"Oh, only that Lana Crane. The INVESTIGATOR. Ha. Let's just say she'll think twice before spying on me again, what with only one eye to do the spying!" he laughed.

(end flashback)

"I have heard of her," Anya said to the rest of them, "on my way through here before. People say she is quite skilled at getting information. I can see why you might be suspicious of her."

She took a sip of soup, trying to think of what to say next.

"How did the young man get involved in this?"

Rem glanced up from the floor momentarily. "He stepped in front of me while I was trying to save Metis from the elf. Not the brightest of ideas, but it almost cost me dearly."

"Oh, and how is that?" Anya asked him, leaned over her soup as she was. She took on a soft conversational tone. All of this was starting to make sense, in an odd, comically logical way.

Rem pointed at Angel again. "Misunderstandings or not, this one was clearly playing for keeps. Rodger nearly cost Metis his head. It would seem Metis's head is not having a good night.

"And sometime before I arrived, you hit the young man with your shield and switched opponents," she concluded.

"What was this I heard about the dragon?" she asked Metis.

"what dragon" Hunter asked franticly

Anya turned to the young man laying in the bed that was supposed to have been hers for the night.

She checked his temperature, normal. His breathing was slightly ragged, but that was to be expected.

She pulled his shirt up again to see his wound. The bruise was deep purple, with a sharp edge on the upper part of it where the edge of the shield had hit.

'While he is sleeping he is missing everything. It might be kinder to wake him,' she thought.

"Would one of you kindly fetch a basin in which I can wash my hands?" Anya asked, standing up. She took the pitcher of water from the table, not looking at any of the others as she did so.

With it, she walked back to Roger and doused him with it.

((LOL... Is there a basin in the room or does someone have to leave to get it? Metis will be more than happy to get one if he knew were to go. All right... well I'm off to bed now, I guess someone else will get to the basin before I wake up. See ya'll later.))

((Well if there was a basin in the room, she wouldn't have asked. The barkeep might have a large bowl that would work. You also might want to get another pitcher of water while you're at it. ))

((LMAO.... sorry. Could you tell I was a little tired.))

"I'll get you a basin," Metis answered standing and walking out of the room.

As Angel was taking in everything that was said, he noticed Anya carrying a pitcher of water over to the still-unconscious Roger. He stood up to see what she was doing. When she doused him with water, Angel took that as an attempt to wake him up.

'Crude,' Angel thought, 'yet effective.' He then went over to Roger's side to see if he would awaken.

((Yeah whoever goes on the quest will leave the morning after the one the tavern is on, spend a few weeks in the wilderness, and get back on the same night they left. Sort of a twilight-zone paradox going on in the tavern))

((I love that idea Q... it's diffrent! ))

Hunter got up and went over two the table and fishing through his pouches until found what he was looking for "here" he said tossing a bag of coins on to the table " 500 hundred gold piecies and 20 platinum, its yours if you will allow me to join you i could be of help"

((HOLLY CRAP! Where'd you get that kind of money!???))

(( he has worked for five years strait and he has little use for money because he rarely enters the city))

((Doing what? That's a hefty sum for a common laborer. Anya has suddenly become suspicious of you.))

Anya turned in shock, staring straight at the man. She had paid him little mind before, but now he was at the top of her suspicious list.

'I made that much in three years in my previous line of work. Where did he acquire such a hefty sum?' she wondered.

Hunter could tell he had just made everyone in the room a tad bit suspisious so he said " i have been doing little else but working since my wife died five years ago and i have had a lot of work because i mainly guide people on religious treks of some sort or another and though i don't expect them to pay they always insist upon it so i have been saving it for some one in need and this situation definatly calls for this money because i have no use for it"

((Sheesh... just how much do you think we're going to need in the way of supplys? LMAO... Oh, and why did this guy let Metis pay for the bread and stuff if he had that kind of loot in his pocket? - Not that Metis would have accepted letting Hunter pay for anything, but still?))

(( it could buy horses cartes to haul whatever we needed plus we might need the money to pay someone to get info.))

((I realize that, but I was just saying... that's a lot of money for someone to be throwing around and not even knowing what it would be paying for.))

(( he had planned on giving it to a church but this cause seemed to need it more and he never uses money exept roughly once a year to go into town to get info on the world other wise he drinks out of streams and kills fresh game ( he doesn't really like to use his human form since being banished)))

((kirbs... I think we should take this conversation into the "question" thread so we don't fill this up with a bunch of OC stuff.))

Angel's eyes flew wide as he heard the amount of money that this Hunter fellow had, but he soon eased himself.

'Take it easy, Angel,' he thought to himself, 'You've stolen a lot more than that in a day, and you know that the amount must exceed 1000 gold pieces in order for you to steal it. Now 500 gold and 20 platinum...that equals roughly 700 gold pieces, so I can't steal it from him. But still...ah, forget it.' Putting aside the thought, he turned his attention back to the still unconscious Roger.

((Is Himura-Dumbledore even comming back, or should we write himout of the quest as being in the tavern recovering?))

((LMAO. Looks like Roger's in for a rude awakening, literally))

The wall wasn’t easy to climb, but he was known for his outstanding agility. The obstacle was scaled in a series of well practiced movements, hopefully no one had noticed his absence.

"You're late"

Roger jumped. The voice was deep and inhuman, but it wasn't this that frightened him. It was his familiarity with the owner that made him want to vanish on the spot.

"Explain yourself" said Barran, his brownish face stoic, unreadable. Roger looked up at him, his lack of fear showing his acquaintance with the troll. He had grown up with "The Shrewd" and knew them as family, he didn't see the "menacing" faces other humans saw. In fact, the only other humans he knew were his blood relations.

He spun up a tale. "Leolyd had something to show me". There was no way he was going to tell his guardian he had snuck out of the city to see Terrifax. His family would have his hide if they knew he had been paying the hermit visits for the past three months.

“Considering the fact the shrowd in question was actually helping your father search the city for you, your tale lacks credibility”. “You were supposed to be training”.

Catswile, he should have met with the young troll before leaving, but he didn’t really want anyone to know where he crept off to every fortnight. Nothing short of a miracle could get him out of this one.

He was yanked back to consciousness as a wave of cold water washed over him

((Sorry I'm late... real life's being hectic, and there is the 8 hour difference. Anyways I'm here, and I AM a guy marjorie))

He was cold... and wet, he tried to recall all that had happened. Barran had caught him sneaking back into the city but what next?

The logical part of his mind reminded him that the troll city had been destroyed. His closed eyes welled up with tears and he struggled to push the thought out of his mind; there were more pressing matters at hand

"Where am I? What is this place?"

He was lying on something soft (a bed?) and could hear voices, he couldn't understand what was being said but two voices frightened him. He stiffened in fear as their owners' faces appeared in his mind. The battle in the alleyway...Reman and the knight!

Where were they, and why wasn't he dead yet?

And suddenly the voices were gone. After waiting several moments Roger decided to take a peek at his surroundings. Judging by the stained ceiling he was probably in one of the tavern's guest rooms. He didn't dare move for fear another person was in the room ((Angel, Hunter?)). While he was pondering how he had come to be in this place he heard footsteps approaching. Closing his eyes and rearranging his features into what he hoped was a neutral expression he remained motionless as the footsteps entered the room and stopped, unnervingly, at his side.

A hand grasped his shoulder kindly, but shook him in a firm manner. "Young man" came a voice, a woman's voice. "I know you are awake. You do want to know what is happening, do you not?"

He opened his eyes and looked into her face, which remained unsurprised by his movement. She HAD known.

Evidently he wasn't a very convincing actor.

Angel saw Roger's open eyes and sighed in relief.

"Well, look who decided to wake up," Angel said with a smirk on his face. "How are you feeling, Roger?"

Roger stared at the halfling.

"You're alive..."

((Roger thought Angel had died/was dying in the alleyway. He never actually saw the guy heal himself cos he was too busy trying to bludgeon Reman into a bloody pulp))

Angel raised an eyebrow.

"Of course I'm alive," he said. "Why wouldn't I be?" He then stared at the bruise on Roger's torso. "That's a nasty bruise you've got there. Here, let me heal that." He then held his hand over the bruise. An orb of warm light formed in his hand after a few moments, and he waved it slowly left and right around the bruise. A minute later, he lifted his hand and the light faded away. As for the bruise, a bright spot of red where it used to be was all that remained. "There"

((LOL, Angle took long enough to do that. ))

Roger pushed himself up and placed a hand on the bruised spot.

"Nothing" he said and Angel grinned.

The mystery had been solved, partially. The thief had probably healed himself after beeing caught by Reman's arrow, something Roger had never thought a light mannis capable of doing. That didn't explain why himself and the halfling had survived the fight though, Roger didn't think Angel could overcome Reman and the knight all by himself.

He then remembered the knight had turned around to face someone shortly before he passed out. Perhaps Angel had help in the form of a new arrival?

"What happened in the alley?" he asked, looking from Angel to the woman who had "woken" him.

Anya examined the newly healed wound. Other than a red mark it seemed to have healed alright.

"You could have done that earlier, could you not?" Anya asked the half-elf a bit peevishly, not looking at him. "It would have saved my salves. I have a feeling we might need them on our journey."

"I am sure you would like an explanation, young man, but I will leave that to our surprising friend here," she muttered to Roger softly. With that, she walked silently back to the table with her tomato soup on it and continued to eat.

Lana knocked on the door that Martes had directed her to, still clutching her wounded shoulder.

'Hopefully she'll know what she's doing.'

Anya stood up to see who was knocking at her door.

The first thing she noticed on opening the door was the blood where the woman clutched her shoulder. Glancing up at the woman's face she noted the eyepatch before looking to the floor again.

"Come in," she said softly to the woman. "I will see to the shoulder wound unless..." She turned toward Angel. "If you would, sir, your friend here appears to be injured.

Lana looked behind the gray-habited woman to see who she was talking to. 'What are Angel and Roger doing here?! Did something happen? Well obviously something happened, but what?'

"Hello, Angel, Roger. I WAS heading home, but... Heh. So what brings you here?" she addressed the two of them, eyebrow raised in surprise.

"Thank you, Sister" she said to Anya as she entered.

Anya shut the door behind her.

"well i'm off to bed see you all in the morning"Hunter said as he got up and left the room

Angel turned to the door to see that it was Lana.

"Lana!" he exclaimed. "What are you--." He paused to see that Lana was clutching her shoulder, which seemed to be bleeding very badly. "Oh my gosh. What happened to you? Here, allow me." he went to Lana's side quickly and said, "Move your hand. I'm going to heal you. But as I do, will you be kind enough to tell me how you got this wound?" His eyes showed a flash of concern.

((...at this rate we'll NEVER catch up with Rem and the others, they've already started. Lightpaladin, I suggest you rush things by having Angel tell Roger things will be explained in the morning. We could always get away with saying our xters woke up late)).

"Well," said Lana, removing her hand from her shoulder, "I was about three blocks away when some novice tried to knife me in the dark. Since this was closer than home I decided to come back here. The barman told me that there was a sister of some religious order that might be able to tend to it. I never expected to find YOU here.

"What happened in the alley with Reman and that knight? I'm sure he wasn't very happy that you helped me escape." She glanced him over. A new tear at the shoulder with blood on it, dust and dirt... He had obviously been in a scuffle. She hoped that she hadn't been the cause of it, but knew that she probably was.

Roger also showed signs of having been in a fight, as well as a recent drenching. She guessed that it came from the empty water pitcher on the table. The fact that he was partially under the blanket, that there was a wet spot under him, and the fact that this was the sister's room led her to the conclusion that he had somehow been knocked out and brought up here for attention and woken up by the pitcher of water

"Thank you for tending to Roger," she said to the woman. "The wound obviously wasn't that serious, but he's a good kid. It would have been bad if something had happened to him because of it."

"I see," Angel said as an orb of light formed in his hand. He held it just above the wound for about ten seconds, then lifted it up and allowed it to dissolve. A bright red scar was all that remained of the wound.

"There," he said. "Even my healing abilities have limits. The wound will never open, but it'll never be completely gone. You'll always have a scar." He then glanced at Roger, then at Lana again. "Everything will be explained in the morning. Now, I'm just very tired. Why don't you two get some sleep. I'll see you in the morning." He then went over to the door and left.

"You might want to pack for a long journey," Anya told the remaining two. "Some of us are going with the knight in the morning to help him look for his lost page. Your various skills might be helpful to have on the trip.

"The bar keep downstairs has supplies if you do not. Do not worry about the expense. The good soldier has kindly taken care of it."

She glanced at the others, waiting for them to move. They did not.

"Before you go, would you kindly help me flip my mattress? It is most uncomfortable sleeping on a wet spot. The young man-Roger, did you say the name was?- will probably have to move."

Lana shot a quick glance at the sister, realizing that 'the good soldier' was probably Rem. 'A long journey, huh? And at that Reman's expense? Count me in. It will get me away from the city once and for all, and I want to get back at him for that incident in the alley,' she thought.

"Thank you kindly for your help, good sister. I'll see you in the morning."

With that she left the room, headed downstairs.

((Revenge huh?))

Roger helped the sister, grabbing the mattress by the corners they flipped it over. He then meekly took up a rather uncomfortable position against the wall farthest from the bed. He wasn't self-seeking, but he couldn't help thinking someone who followed a religious calling would satisfy one's self at another's expense, this siter seemed different.

Casting this thought aside he closed his eyes and waited for sleep to come. Perhaps he would find out why Reman spared his Angel's lives in the morning.

((Anya wouldn't object to a man, well boy, sleeping in the same room would she? I'm too lazy to post an entry in THE TAVERN,))

Anya realized that the young man was going to sleep in her room.

'Well,' she thought, 'he seems alright. I am not going to say anything as long as he does not cause any trouble.'

She lay on the mattress and fell asleep.