Reunion

[TigStripe]

The Crimson Blade was packed, as always, filled with the common patrons as well as visitors to Plefterre. With the War over with, Arissa and Daniel were able to focus their efforts into an alteration to the Blade, refining it into a fine Bed and Breakfast with a tavern tacked onto the side. The four-story building now rose to be the second-tallest in Plefterre, with its famous Crimson Daggers known throughout Mona. People traveled from all over to taste this exclusive drink, and several people have even been arrested for trying to take some out of the establishment in order to devise the secret behind its recipies.

Daniel looked around the tavern area and frowned. The people were behaving. That was never a problem. It was the lack of his wife that was disturbing him. Arissa and Nights were in charge of the Nalexis Facility for correcting those who still wanted War, and Daniel could hardly pull her away from that to manage the bar. Instead, their children Shawn and Dellany, who had finally come home from wanting to 'find herself,' helped with the Bed and Breakfest aspect of the Blade. Shawn's wife and two kids helped out as they could, but how much help could twin five-year olds be?

The door was no longer massively heavy, nor did it require a bouncer. Arissa had enchanted the door, along with the help of a few old friends, to not allow anyone in who had a negative reason for being there. As such, alcoholics, drifters, and thieves were almost never seen within the building's doors. Of course, a few did slip through, but that's why the bartender was a 6'8" man carrying a massive broadsword underneath the bar.

"Hey, Dad, we have company," Shawn called from the archway leading into the B&B area.

"Oh? Who?" Daniel responded, his spirits lifting somewhat.

[Zeke]

Daniel was more surprised than pleased to see a young man in his late 20's in blond near-well-kept hair. He was wearing a pair of clean brown leather boots, Pants of unknown but comfy looking material, and a plain white shirt, and his robes are as white as his skin, and of an exotic decor. He carried no staff, just a side bag of white burlap.

His left hand was covered in a white glove of soft material. But the most noticable was the strange silver chain with a simple open-faced clock. The clock was simple in appearance, the diameter, about the length of his fist.

The mage made his way over to the tavern sector and took a seat at the bar. He didn't say anything at first, not showing his face in the joint for roughly 5 years, he was probably entitled to mention something.

Finally he looked up, "Hello Daniel, Where's Arissa?" said Tiko with a half smile, a smile different than that of the last time he was in the Crimson Blade.

[PumpkinHat]

A tall man ran into the doorway, having to duck quickly or risk knocking himself unconcious. He looked hurriedly around the bar, his shaggy hair flinging from side to side as he feverishly looked for something.

He scurried across the room, making for the bar in great haste, accidently knocking over a few chairs and displacing a table. He leapt over the bar and huddled under it and much as the lanky man could. He looked up at Daniel, who looked down at him questioningly, "Oh uh... Do not trouble yourself with me.. I am not here. You did not see me. In fact, do not even think of me, please.." Alright, clear your mind. Do not think of anything... She will find you...Hmm

[Zeke]

No sooner had Orryn hid himself a crash came from the direction of the inn door. Standing at the threshhold was a short, busty, emerald dressed ninja. Her expression not of that of a person who you would want to upset. "ORRYN DRESDORN!! I KNOW YOU ARE IN HERE"

The warewolf's eyes widen when a point of a dart appeared infront of his face through the wood of the bar.

Tiko turned around with a surprised look. He was at a loss for words.

Truth be told, if he was in Orryn's position he would have wet his pants.

[PumpkinHat]

Orryn's eyes remained wide for a moment as he looked along the sharp blade, Uh oh...too late. He gulped silently and stood to his feet, his full heighth even more than Daniel's.

He wore a wide, somewhat uncertain grin, holding his hand on the back of his neck, "Why, Amelia dear! You look lovely! But, what is troubling you, my love?"

[Zeke]

Varlet's intense glare didn't waiver. "Don't you dare.. I know what you're thinking. You're stuck with me now!!" With this she walked over to the samurai, hopped as high as she could and reached the man's hair and refused to let go. She looked over to Daniel, her face now returning to a cheerful one. "I'm sorry Daniel, I'll get this one" she said pointing to Orryn, "To fix the bar later." She then looked at him with the upmost anger. "AFTER WE HAVE A LITTLE TALK!"
With this she began to drag he man out, not even looking at Tiko.

[PumpkinHat]

Orryn found himself on the ground, being pulled quite forcably towards the door. The man grabbed at nearby objects, none of which helped to slow his progress towards the door where surely a gruesome fate awaited him. Flailing didn't help much either. So he resorted to voicing his discontent in the vain hope that someone would take pity on his plight, "Ouch! Not the hair, woman! GAHHHAHHOUCH!! Hey! Voilence is never necessary, my love! We can discuss this like civil human beings can we not? aaHHAHH! Wait!! Just one moment!! AAH!"

He grabbed the doorway, trying to pull himself back into the bar but Varlet merely tugged on his very much abused scalp. He had no choice but to give in and let the angered woman drag him into the street. But, before finally letting go, "ANYONEWITHANYAMOUNTOFSYMPATHYPLEASERELIEVEMEOFTHISMADWOMAN!!HELP!!"

And out the door he went.

[TigStripe]

Daniel just stared out after them, confused, as a small blur shot out the door. Daniel immediately knew what it was. "Nel, no!"

"I got 'im," Shawn called, rushing out after his son.

Orryn suddenly felt something heavy fall onto his chest. A small five-year-old boy was sitting on his chest, crying out in glee as he got a free ride from the tall man.

"Nel!" Shawn reached out and grabbed his son off of the werewolf's chest and hoisted him into the air. "Sorry, Orryn. Say, uh, Varlet, is there something wrong? You're really not supposed to drag your loved ones by their hair."

[Zeke]

Varlet dropped Orryn who fell heavily onto the ground. She noticed her hair was disheveled so she daintily fixxed herself. "HIM!" she yelled, pointint o Orryn "I know what he was thinking. And it isn't going to work. That man! IS GOING TO LEAVE A WOMAN"

she said, fake tears building in her eyes. "Just after marrying her!!"

said the kunoichi holding up her hand to show a simple delicate gold wedding ring.

[TigStripe]

Shawn raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "So you guys run into the bar and poke holes in the furnishing? So far, I'm seeing a somewhat overdramatic way to not really fix a problem."

Nel grinned over at Varlet and reached out to her as if he wanted to go to her.

"As for your little situation," Shawn continued, "Why don't you guys talk about it? I know you've done that in the past. You two used to sit around and talk about everything together. What makes this any different?"

[PumpkinHat]

Orryn sat rubbed the top of his head with a groan. He looked up at Shawn, one eye open and the other squinted, "Does it look as if I have much of an opportunity for negotiation? She is quite demanding when angered..."

He slowly got to his feet, a couple steps away from the woman, "And I believe that you are taking my thoughts a little out of context, darling. I am merely only a little taken aback by this morning's occurances, what with waking up a married man." He gave a small shudder, but quickly averted his thoughts as they were bound to earn him more punishment, "Please, my dear, surely we can resolve this dilemna?" He, of course, was on his guard. Who knew what she was capable of when she was angry...

[Zeke]

Varlet exhaled, her face suddenly from anger to glee, a sure tell of her always fluctuating personality. "Sure hubby. how about dinner!"

Varlet, without warning grabbed the man's collar as he tried to run away. "Oh no you don't"

The woman hugged the man's collar then traced a circle on his chest. "Come now darling, marriage isn't so bad, not to me"

She squeezed really hard this time, "RIGHT!?"

[Badger]

The road to the Blade, across Plefterre, was the same as it had been all those years ago when a familiar shadow had come stumbling along, singing and matching the silhouette that was trotting up the dirt pathway now. The approaching figure had a skip in its step and looked young and lively, quite cocky, in fact, as it approached; a flour sack-shape was thrown over its shoulder, and it sang with accent that was oddly recognizable:

" 'ad I th' wings of a little dove,
Far, far away would I fly; I'd fly
Straight for th' arms of my true love,
An' there I would lay me 'n' die!
Wrap me up in my tarpaulin jacket
An' say a 'poor buffer lies low;'
An' six stalwart lancers sh'll carry me,
Carry me with steps solemn, mournful 'n'--"

It stopped when it had appeared close enough to see Shawn, Varlet, and her death grip on Orryn. It was a young man, a bit shorter than anyone would have guessed, and his expression was immediately remarkable, as if the little group had known him all along by the sly, debonair smirk. The boy paused, his backpack hanging on his arm and his eyes glittering full of emotion, almost romantic, just like another memorable friend.
The boy stared at them in silence. They stared back. It was not easy to decide who to take him for, or to imagine what sorcery this must be, for it to truly be that face pictured in the back of their minds!

Finally, the boy turned away, back towards his destination, and, without another look, bit his tongue and said, "Tch!"

He entered the Crimson Blade and placed his bag onto the bar. Leaning over, he put his chin in his palm and smiled vilely at Daniel.

"I believe," he said, holding out a very rectangular piece of parchment, "you have an ironically-numbered upstairs room entitled for me."

[PumpkinHat]

Orryn merely gave in to the woman's hold on him and, in a voice of one who was in strangulation, "Yes, dear. Whatever you wish."

When she finally let up he gasped for air, feeling a bit of self regeneration in his back and sides repairing damaged muscle, "Amelia.... Do try and not kill me....or I may not be around for long after all." He flinched and covered his head with his arms, fearing another slap from his comment.

[Zeke]

The ninja's grasp suddenly turned from angery hold to loving embrace. "Awww... my darling i wouldn't hurt you like that... you know that." She kissed the man briefly and hugged his muscular body again. "I do love you Lunas. I just don't understand why you fight our life together. But you are always a fighter."

she sighed and finally looked towards the bar. "Now that's.... funny... but... wow... i.. uh... don't know what to think."