An Inevitable Meeting...

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illogical_reality

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Treiya approached the open door at a leisurely pace. Bright lights and boisterous laughter spilled forth into the darkness, disrupting the solitude of the night. Here, on the outskirts of the Ayenee Capital City, sat a rather popular tavern, fulled with various miscreants and ne'er do wells. Treiya curled her lips in disgust at the sound of so much gaiety, annoyed by the goings on of the various mortals and immortals contained within the building. These creatures seemed to thrive on their emotions. Not so Treiya.

She much preferred emotionless solitude. Expectation led to disappiontment, love turned to hate, compassion left enemies to gain revenge and empathy was for the weak of heart. Laughter turned to tears, satisfaction of body or spirit was fleeting. Emotions were the enemy, sarcasm was one's friend and ally. Trust was stupidity incarnate. Trust could get you killed.

Carefully, she hid her disgust for these creatures behind a mask of impassivity. Perhaps she wouldn't have to wait long for the ignorant girl to make her appearance. With an inward sigh, she stepped into the light. Pupils contracted and expanded in rapidfire succession, her eyes adjusting to the sharp contrast of dark and light, and then, when she was able to focus, she began to make her way toward the bar.

There was no hesitation in her step as she moved, but neither was she in any great hurry. The liquor here was second rate at best. As she moved through the crowd, she made no attempt to single out any one particular person by making eye contact. She simply ignored them all. Vampires, humans, and elves alike were too caught up in their own meanderings to really care about what one lone female would do.

Unmolested, Treiya hooked the toe of her right boot in the bottom rung of a waiting stool and slid it away from a particularly loud group of dwarves, to seat herself at the bar. The tender who walked toward her was rather slovenly dressed, a stained white apron covering the rough brown shirt that proclaimed him of the peasant class of humans. With resignition, Treiya watched him walk her way, a towel as stained as his apron apparently meant to clean the clear glass that he swirled it around in, working vigorously on the rim. Finally, coming level with her, his gruff voice barked out a question she was sure was repeated from habit, "Wot can I get ye?"

Tossing two gold coins onto the scarred counter, Treiya responded in dulcet tones, so out of place in this farce of a tavern that a few turned from their own drinks and various tables to see from whence it had come. The keep moved away to get her request and Treiya turned to regard those whose interest she had attracted. With hair the color of a raven's wing and the single strand of snow that flowed through, a mark of past trauma, emerald eyes that put such jewels to shame, rosy lips, skin the color of the finest cream and a slender yet womanly figure, Treiya knew the picture she presented. She was not, however vain, and had no time for such foolishness as beauty. Beauty was a fleeting thing that lasted only so long as age or your enemy would allow. She narrowed her eyes in thought as she regarded one particularly plump fellow who quickly lowered his eyes back to his drink. With a final glance about the room, the mood dampened by her obvious dislike for those within, she turned back as the keep set the drink before her.

"Anythin' else?"

Treiya briefly debated asking the man for the location of a certain Pendragon, but quickly dismissed that idea. The less who knew of her occupation at this point, the better. She couldn't allow rumors of a hunt to find their way back to the Pendragons. Such a misstep on her part would allow them to go into hiding, if any, indeed, surfaced in the first place. "No." The tone was not unkind, but neither did it welcome more conversation and the keep shrugged and moved down the line of the bar to help other customers. Treiya eyed the drink before her thoughtfully, and after a moment of inner debate, slowly raised the glass to her lips, sipping the murky liquid within. Definately second-rate.
 
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-with a soft sigh, Soji watches the woman sip her drink from her corner of the tavern. She had arrived but moments before, had just begun to relax, when Treiya walked in. This wasn't their first meeting. Long ago, Soji had approached Treiya and tried to befriend her. Sole had killed Terra that day and Treiya had shunned any attempts at friendship from Soji. The two of them were complete opposites.

Soji believes in good and light and love. Treiya believes in darkness and the ideal that no emotions mean no pain. Soji believes in the unquestioned good that lurks in the heart of every being. Treiya believes that to cut out the heart that loves rather than allow it to taint her is the greatest accomplishment. No two beings could be less alike.

Soji supposes she must approach Treiya and inform her of her presence within the tavern. To do otherwise would be to decieve her. Although, Soji did still wonder at the idea that Treiya had asked for this meeting in the first place. Their last parting hadn't exactly been on the best of terms. And, while Sojiana still mourned Terra's passing because of the complete waste of life, she knows that Treiya would not have called her in vain.

With a slight sigh, she rises to her feet, gracefully stepping out of the way as one of the dwarves at the bar falls into her path. She is heavily cloaked to conceal her beauty, knowing that in this place beauty is a hindrance. All that is visible of her form is a shapeless, dark grey cloak that conceals all except her face. What can be seen of her face are a pair of large blue eyes and a small nose, fair skin and lips the color of roses.

She stops directly behind Treiya, one slender hand reaching out to touch her lightly on the shoulder as her voice rings out sweetly over the din of the tavern, "Hello Treiya. Fancy meeting you here." Her lips curve into a sweetly innocent smile as she awaits a response.-
 
The contact from Sojiana's hand was unexpected and Treiya flinched away from it, her face contorting to rage, muscles tensing, before she reached down to her waist, stroking the hilt of the dagger as one would caress a purring feline. At the sound of Soji's voice, she calmed slightly, and quickly slid back behind the mask of impassivity, forcing her body to relax. No need to send the little rabbit scurrying back to the hole before she could catch her.

Treiya swiveled slightly on the stool so that her feet now faced the empty space to her left between the bar and Sojiana. Cocking one brow, her green eyes burning brightly with some inner demon she struggled to control, she looked at Soji.

A shudder of revulsion shot through her involuntarily as she saw the eager expression on the girl's face. Why did these creatures believe that she wanted their companionship. She could read that intent look on Soji's face. The girl actually believed that Treiya had called her here to be her "friend" or some other such nonsense. Ah, well, there was no help for it. She might as well get this over with so she could leave this place. Turning her back to Soji once again, knowing the girl was too bloody nice to stick a knife in it, she gestured to an empty stool to her right, so recently vacated by the drunken dwarf on the floor, "Have a seat. We have much to discuss. My Master seeks answers." With that she went back to sipping the murky liquid in her glass, not bothering to watch Soji comply. The girl would follow orders or she would suffer for it. Treiya almost hoped she ignored them and gave her a reason to wipe that sweet expression from her eyes.
 
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-Her blue eyes widen slightly at this abrubt turn of events and Soji complies, sitting upon the stool and arranging the folds of her dress artfully around her in a ladylike manner. She glances at Treiya's face and watches her apparent dislike engulf her and then sighs gently. What had Treiya meant when she spoke of her "master?"

Of course, Soji knows who Sole is. She watched him destroy a dear friend and did nothing to help the poor girl because it wasn't allowed. Terra was meant to die that day, but that didn't mean that Soji appreciated the fact that Sole was the deathbringer.

She looks away from Treiya to watch the progress of the tender as he makes his way up and down the length of the bar. Gracefully, she lifts her right hand into the air to signal for him. He walks over to stand in front of her after making a rude gesture to one of the drunken dwarves, and Soji feels a bit affronted. Perhaps she would complain to the owner before she left about the poor service she recieved here.

"Wot ye want?"

He is a rather unclean man and rude to boot. Definately not the kind of tender she had expected to find. Regardless, she parts rose tinted appendages and her voice carries sweetly over the ruckus in the tavern, "Might I have a glass of water, please?" For some reason this was amusing the other occupants. Uproarious laughter floats around her and even the tender doubles over on a great guffaw. After this brief fit of the jolly, still chuckling, he turns from the counter and tosses back over his shoulder, "Yea, roight away me genteel laidy."

Soji turns back to look at Treiya with the tender's departure. "What could your master possibly want with me? I haven't seen him since....Terra. He's not seeking a bride is he?" The disgusting thought had just entered Soji's mind that perhaps Sole wanted to settle and marry and she swears to herself that if it's a bride he wants, she won't be the one for him, no matter how desireable an alliance with the Pendragons may be.-
 
Treiya choked and sputtered on the liquor in her glass. Coughing the fluid out, tiny droplets rained over the bar, leaving amber beads of liquid to glint in the tavern light. When she was able to regain control of herself, she snapped her head around to stare at Soji. Marry Sole? Was the little twit insane? She would last about a fortnight in his presence, if even that long. Of all of the conclusions to draw, why would she think that Sole wanted to marry her?

Treiya couldn't help herself. She smiled at the idea of Soji, in her bridal white with her nerves atremble walking down the aisle to Sole, his sacraficial lamb. Perhaps she would share the joke with Sole one day. Then again, he was a stuffy bastard whose sense of humor couldn't be counted on. Hrm. Perhaps she could make this interesting after all.

With a deep sigh, she schooled her features into an expression of sympathy, "Yes Soji, that's it exactly. Sole has sent me to negotiate a marriage contract between the two of you. Upon the fateful day of the death of Terra, he was so taken with your beauty that he instantly fell in love. He must have your hand in marriage."

She took a swallow of her drink, just to clear the slight burning in her throat, and then turned beseeching eyes upon Soji, watching the girl and waiting to see how she would respond to such a pretty declaration.
 
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-She doesn't know what to say. How do you refuse an offer of marriage from one of the most evil men in the realm? Soji wracks her brain, trying to figure out the best way to handle this situation. She can't possibly just refuse outright. She must be more diplomatic than that. She doesn't make a concious decision to lie, she just acts, "I'm afraid I'm already engaged to be married to Lord Francisco de Warren. There is no way I could possibly accept his offer. I'm very sorry, but, that's the way love goes. You don't choose whom you love, you just do."

She smiles slightly at Treiya, hoping to have not offended her, and when she glances up at the tender as he sets her water before her, he has a curious look on his face, but makes no comment. He turns and walks away, leaning over the bar to whisper something to one of the drunken dwarves. The dwarf in question glances at her, an assessing gleam in his eye, and then does the same to Treiya. Perhaps they were planning to pick her pocket? Ah, well, that's why she never carried valuables anyway.

She lifts the glass to her lips and takes a tentative sip of the water. It soothes her parched throat and calms her nerves a little so that she is able to turn once more to Treiya. "Tell your Lord that I really do appreciate his offer. Sincerely. It's just not possible. I hope there are no hard feelings." With that, she grows silent, lost in her own thoughts.-
 
With a side glance to Soji, Treiya considered her options. The game had become rather dull and she no longer felt the urge to continue. Another sip of the murky liquid in her glass and then it was empty. She set the glass upon the table, avoiding the normal theatrics of "slamming" the thing. Out of the corner of her eye she read the expressions upon Soji's face, correctly interpreting them as wary acceptance of something she had expected. Suprisingly, she watched the girl decide to grow a backbone and listened as she refused an offer of marriage from Sole. Well, perhaps the time had come to end this farce after all. Lips parted and words slid forth to mingle with the noise of the tavern, "Enough. Sole has no-" Abruptly she stopped. Sole invaded her thoughts and commanded her return to the Lost Souls Tavern. The time had come to gather the friends of the Darklors. Well, that would be a simple enough endeavor. And, she could keep Soji with her easily by demanding the girl refuse Sole's "offer" in person. It was the only proper way to reject such a powerful being and the Pendragons would do well to heed her in this. At least this little Pendragon would. Over time and space, without voice or words, she responded to Sole in the affirmative and then once again raised her voice to Soji, expressing her desires vocally to the girl, "I am afraid I must return to the Tavern of my Master. However, I must request that you join me for this journey. After all, Sole will be devastated by the thought that his suit has been rejected." With a slight smirk, a secret hidden within the green depths of her eyes, she waited for the girl to comply with her request. Then she would leave this happy place for darker atmospheres.
 
-She's suprised that Treiya is inviting her on this trip. It's probably for the best, however. She doesn't want Treiya to be hurt for her refusal of Sole. "Yes, of course, I'll accompany you. When do we leave?" She stands up from her stool, ignoring the rest of the occupants of the tavern and bows slightly to Treiya, "If you will excuse me, I'll wait for you outside. This isn't really my sort of place." She is used to the genteel refinement of the Pendragon court. So much coarseness and drunken mayhem goes against all she believes in and a lady should never be in such a place. Without waiting for a response from Treiya, she turns and makes her way through the tables toward the door. One elf reaches out, his hands grabbing for the folds of her cloak and she twitches the fabric aside, her lip curling in a look of disgust. As if she didn't have enough to deal with already with the impending meeting with Sole where she would refuse his offer. Now this lout thought to besmirch her attire with his cloying hands. Carefully her hand slips into the opening of her cloak, slender white fingers circling around the hilt of a small dagger she keeps there at all times for her protection. She hopes there is no real need to use it this night. Fortunately, the rest of the occupants allow her to pass unmolested, and soon enough she reaches the door. Without a backward glance, she steps through the awaiting portal and into the chilly night. She pauses briefly to shiver as a bitter wind washes over her, and then continues on her way. Treiya will no doubt catch up with her on the path.-
 
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