2015.09.01:Sowing Seeds

Sowing Seeds
Alandra and Kuba encounter Martine, chaos ensues; someone is nearly punched, a drink is spilled on someone in almost accidental fashion
IC Date	2015.09.01
IC Time	Daytime
Players	Alandra, Kuba, and Martine
Location	Snow Fang Peak Tavern
Prp/Tp	PRP
Spheres	Changeling
Theme Song	To Come

While snow falls down over Snow Fang Peak, in big fluffy white flakes that stick and blanket everything out there, the fire in the Tavern is warm and melts it away. One can easily forget that its snowing there in favor of the good hearth and perhaps some good food and drinks. Kuba currently has parchment scroll unrolled with maps of what look like islands on it. He does have a mundane map next to it, sort of a comparison. Seems he's planning something involving said islands and figuring his best way to get there. Wayfare and travel through dream not his speciality, its the sort of planning where he doesn't get lost in dream for who knows how long. At his table is some sparkling mead along with some sort of bread bowl with big mushrooms in it that is prably some sort of a soup or something. Having taken a table, he's more standing on his chair (he's sort of short) to look down at what is on display before him.

Alandra glides into the familiar tavern, or at least it was familiar to her a few days ago. The pretty woman may not have the best memory, but she certainly doesn't have the worst. The green cloak she wears is similar to the one she wore before and she keeps the hood over her gorgeous face, maybe because she wanted to hide herself from too many wandering eyes. As she steps in further, she looks around a bit and not seeing anyone she clearly hates, she shakes her head and the hood falls down as crimson ringlets spring forth. Then her nostrils flare as she takes in the scents in the area. Certainly the hearth has a pleasant scent, but if food is near, she's likely to smell that too. At the simple thought though, her stomach grumbles.

Oh great. A Cat Pooka has entered the bar. Her yellow eyes flit quickly from one spot to another and she shifts back and forth antsily like she cant be still. Her tail is up and slightly crooked to the left. This means she is happy which isnt necessarily a predictor of happiness for others. She walks gingerly up to the bar and takes a stool. "Im ready to be fed," she tells the bartender.

"What'll ya have," the bartender asks.

Well you heard the man. I shall have mushroom stew and some kahlua. Save the caviar for Princess Petunia over there." She indicates Alandra with a clawed finger. Her grin is infectuous.

Martine rolls Willpower vs 8 for 1 successes.

Kuba looks up and shakes his head, no cavier for Alandra, or no Princess Petunia to clarify for the bartender, one of the two. "I'm sure she'll be fine with the mushroom stew, no need to get fancy." He offers it over trying to keep friendly himself. "Don't even know if they get Caviar up here." Who knows though, no telling what comes through or up the mountain anyways. "A bit cold for that maybe." He shrugs, a seat offered for Alanda.

Alandra seems to be rather lost at a moment. Likely, that's not unusual for who and what she is. Pretty things and other people can easily distract her, and such may be the case this morning. She extends her hand and gives Kuba a charming smile, "And always a pleasure to be beside you." naturally, she slowly makes her way toward the offered seat as well.

Martine nods to Kuba. "Oh yeah, frozen caviar is all the rage among the sidhe. They sugar it up and make popsicles out of it and Im told its really good for their rectal health depending on the delivery method."

Moving to be off the chair he was standing in, Kuba will offer a hug to Alandra of course. "The world is right when you are there." Beside him that is. Turning over towards Martine, offering to her "Someone is feisty this morning. Its a bit early to cut, so please don't be so sour." He lifts his eyebrows up, but he might be the only one that gets that.

Alandra settles herself in to sit down and when the boggan compliments her she leans forward to offer a kiss, "If the rest of the world thought the same, there would be less quarrels, but only a noble champion like yourself could keep me calm in such chaos." Her head shifts to regard Martine and she asks, "Friend of yours?"

Martine nods. "Oh yeah we go way back! Its fine." She grins as she recieves her stew. "It didnt work out though, his nose is so fat my whiskers would get all jimble jamble so ya know, no kisses no future so...we still share a bowl of mushroom stew from time to time but the magic is dead."

"Alas, it would seem they do not agree with me," returns Kuba to Alandra at her arrival and the kiss. He shakes his headn, inversely to the words from Martine. "Never met her, so perhaps today is opposite day. I should thank her for the compliments?" Over for Martine, "I do not mind good humor and jest, but it seems you've skipped both in favor of going directly to insults?"

Alandra may be more that is more serious than most. Even if many times before she loves to carouse and party with the best of various kiths, something about Martine makes her green eyes open wide and she turns to narrow them at the woman. "Didn't..work out?" surely the sidhe knows that she's jesting, or does he, "You act as if you have shared tender moments before. Was there a time when the magic thrived? It never truly dies."

Martine says, “Thats where your wrong, a fat and bulbous nose is the hallmark of your people so the fatter the nose the fatter the...well you know. And you dont have to deny that we were in love once. That hurts pudding." She puts a hand up to block her face and stage whispers to Alandra. "His nose is humongous if you know what I mean. Huh huh?" She drops her hand and returns to a conversational tone. "Love em and leave em huh. He doesnt even remember my name. What are ya gonna do?" She sighs.”

Martine says, “Its Martine you asshole!”

Martine rolls Manipulation + Subterfuge vs 4 for 4 successes.

Linda gains one Willpower

Still shaking his head, Kuba says softly to Alandra, "It was not shared with me." And he looks over to Martine of course, "See, there you go, insulting and alas, doesn't hurt at all. I think Warlord Locke shall have to instate the no catnip rule in the tavern now, I'll have to speak with Cali about that." Not that he might realize its about to get ugly any time soon.

Martine has rolled initiative: 9

Linda has rolled initiative: 11

Linda rolls Dexterity vs 6 for 1 successes.

Martine rolls Dexterity + Dodge vs 6 for 3 successes.

Cantrip? Who said something about a cantrip? There's no need to use a cantrip to express rage. In fact, her green eyes suddenly appear as if they are on fire. With a hissing voice, she tells Kuba, "You will have to explain this later!" But when Martine calls Kuba an asshole, she looses it and after balling her fist she tries to strike the woman. Unfortunately for her, she misses and hits the countertop of the bar nearby. Yeouch.

Linda rolls Stamina vs 6 for 1 successes.

Martine loses one Willpower

Martine rolls Manipulation + Subterfuge vs 4 for 7 successes.

Martine jumps away. "Im sorry Im sorry ok dont kill me!" Her eyes start to tear up. "I didn't mean to make you mad noble sidhe. I just...I just...it hurts! Can I have my mushroom stew back. I'll be good, Ill shutup. I promise. I'm no match for you. At least he remembers your name. Its why I listen to that Tuh tuh taylor swift song and it just makes me so sad." She starts to cry.

When hand hits counter, Kuba moves quickly to reach or said hand, "Careful my lady." Though its hard to appease when Alandra seems to believe what the other is saying of course. He has the benefit of knowing the truth at least, on his part. "Bad form Martine, I do not so readily forget names. I think you've injected enough mayhem into this morning. Really, must you press it?" Moving to hopefully come between Martine and Alandra if he can, no telling how angry Alandra is at the moment.

Pissed, yeah, that's exactly what the sidhe is at this point. While even arrogance may become her, she's beyond mad at this point. When Kuba rushes to her side she tries to relax a little, but that's often easier said than done. "Trickster" she sneers but something about the woman sounds sooooooooooooo believable. She slowly moves her hand up, shakes it and she winces as it can't help but sting a little. "Even those who are most foolish shouldn't play with one's heart." she sneers, still quite upset.

Martine tentatively reaches a hand to get her stew away from her old seat, now guarded by the overbearing sidhe. She looks up fearfully with tears streaking her face. "Im just hungry ok, dont hit me." She takes the spoon and the bowl and once possessing both she hurries to a table in the corner. She hangs her head and eats dejectedly over the bowl. She sings softly to herself but snippets can be heard. "She wears short skirts,....t-shirts....cheer captain...in the blu blu, uuuugh huh huh huh!"

Offering to hold her arm, Kuba looks to the barkeep at least, "Can we get some ice?" Or snow, no shortage of that around. Then to Alandra, concern in his eyes, more over the hand. Sighing as he watches Martine turn on water works even, "All fun until bones are broken. That and I don't listen to Taylor Swift. Besides, now you treat me like a stranger, and it feels so rough." A grin from him but then a look to Alandra, and a shake, "No, that's a joke, ... Gotye's song .... I could not leave anything so broken. I have news, I have spoken with Ravenna." As if that might take things away from the imaginary heartbreaking he seems to have done in his life.

Alandra can't help but be filled with a mess of emotions. Surely she knows Pookas like to joke. EVERYONE knows that but this one, she sounds so convincing. In fact, something about the other woman just seems to scream at her that she must be telling the truth. She simply has to be. It's then that the sidhe's pretty lips turn into a frown and she looks over at the Boggan, "Did you, ever lay with her?" Alandra gulps a bit as she can't help but shiver at the thought, "Just, come out and tell the truth with it. While she may be the type to lie, she certainly doesn't look like she's lying about this!"

Martine keeps to herself now, softly blubbering over her stew before wiping the tears from her eyes and switching seats so her back is to them. She doesnt want to look anymore.

About to say more about this person he met, maybe even show the maps, Kuba is left with at least a smile in his eyes. His mouth not so much, as he's still not sure what is going on aside from becoming the target of a mischevious streak somehow at random. That hint of smile in his eyes falters as the frown is turned about him. "Alandra, the Oasis of my Soul, I have not known her before today. She seems to find tears easily enough, but if the truly come from her heart." Which he doubts, "It is another she has lost."

Kuba rolls Charisma(2) + Etiquette(2) (4 dice) vs 6 for 1 successes.

The sidhe tries to calm herself but wow...this pooka is good. Then, a glimmer of delight shines in her eyes, "Perhaps you should challenge her to, take back her lies, eh?"

Still caught, not the same glimmer in his eyes, Kuba lowers his eyes and sighs a little. Taking his breath back in he does look to Alandra, "This would imply she has honor, if such a challenge could be given." But there is that glimmer in her eyes, and though he might not want to, he nods. "My love, you have given this challenge to me, I must be your champion that I maintain my honor in your eyes." Then he adjust his belt a little, as if wading into the mire, and heads for Martine. "Good Martine," he implores as he nears, "While you're welcome at teasing on my behalf, as you please. This matter is truly of the heart. I'm sure there is enough enjoyment still that I would be with the lady Alandra, enough to tease and mock to your hearts content; just the matter of lady Alandra and my heart, it is rare that this can be found and to have it taken so lightly. Thus, upon her request and to prove myself her champion, I challenge you to take back your lies."

Martine sighs and looks away from Kuba, avoiding direct eye contact. "I know you can beat me up. You would win. What do you want me to say?"

Alandra hears someone whisper something about the rules here, and a brow is quirked. Maybe a simple suggestion comes from the woman as she states, "Perhaps, a simple joust will right the wrong, aye?" she moves forward to gently place her hand on Kuba's shoulder, "Should my beloved beat m'lady in a joust, your honor will be defeated. Should he win, he will again, prove most honorable?"

"I do not wish you to so readily concede as I could beat you up, that remains to be seen," says Kuba, hoping to avoid it being him bullying for some words as he just wants the honest clearing of his name as a reckless heartbreaker. Then Alandra devises a challenge, though he lacks in riding skill ... but the challenge is put out there, a true challenge. "If you should wish to joust, or choose a champion in your honor. We can joust to attest this matter of who is telling the truth. Unless you truly wish to concede that we have had no relation prior to meeting today?"

Martine looks up at Kuba. "So your not going to beat me senseless if I refuse?". She frowns. "A knight faces a cat in a joust. I tell you what noble knight who would joust a cat. If the only rule is who falls off the horse first loses, then I shall accept. I am not a swordsman like you so a swordfight would just be you showing off."

Alandra can't help but grin widely. Yes, a joust! What a glorious thing to witness and for honor and glory, what better things to fight for? She stands by Kuba's side, quite proud that he will stand up and fight for the truth, even if anyone can suspect the pooka to be lying to begin with, "You will do me much honor my love." she says with a grin. By now, the sidhe appears quite pleased but also offers, "We should, find you a gallaint steed. One that will never falter and gallop strong. Now, what time should we resolve this matter. I am sure you will be victorious."

"Well," returns Kuba, pondering that for loop holes for the moment. "I only offer the joust to preserve honor, if this lie is your honor, then you would accept to joust a knight, yes." Just to point it out, he doesn't go around looking to fight randomly with those who might not defend themselves, he's pointing out what being defended. He turns to Alandra, "I can only hope I honor you my love. But yes, time and ground rules shall be put forth." He moves his eyes back to Martine, "Such as the use of arts ... I seek no such joust, where I sing to call the vines to hold me to my horse and you seek to send me sailing with but a dance of bells. And no best of any number, we accept the first to fall during a tilt shall be the looser of this challenge."

Martine shakes her head. "My lady deceives herself if she thinks a simple joust will determine truth. But," she raises a claw and turns back to Kuba. "I agree that no arts should be used during the joust. A simple tilt, whoever falls off, by lance or lack of balance or lack of skill shall be the loser. Those are my terms for you." She turns back to Alandra with a cheshire grin. "But if I win, you must withdraw your favor from him and seek love elsewhere so others can have a chance. If you believe his victory proclaims innocence, than you must conversely believe that his defeat is a sign of unquestionable guilt. Are we agreed?"

Now those are upping the stakes, and upping them in a way she didn't expect. "You shall not have any recourse over my heart m'lady" she states, "As long as he loves me, I shall not seek romance elsewhere. I cannot simply withdraw my favor from someone who has oathed himself to me. That, is no part of the bargain. Should I say it would be, I know my honor would be at stake. No matter what you may think, nothing can stop true love."

His own brows raise at the challenge from Martine, or the upped anti to the challenge, Kuba looks back towards Alanda at her response. His back straigtening even with some pride in her words. "Ah, there in lies the rub," he joins in, turning back towards Martine, "She sees no challenge to my heart, she knows it is hers. She worries for yours, which is why she asked me if this was true. She would have me make amends where it so. Even should she withdraw her favor that others may have a chance, I would still seek to champion her and earn her love again. You have me at an impasse, as I put her honor above my own."

Martine loses one Willpower

Martine rolls Manipulation + Subterfuge vs 4 for 5 successes.

Martine grimaces with bitter resentment. "You win sir knight. You leave my honor as cold and barren as my lips. You rob me of my virtue and then refuse to even aknowledge that for a moment, even if it was in the past, you felt something." Her voice breaks with emotion. "So where is my prize? If I lose, your honor is restored and the two of you shall go off into ever after. At least mylady thinks so. If I win, you shall conclude that despite the challenge I am a lying pooka not even worth the due of the victory. Well no I say. I shall not provide you with the sport of bashing me off a horse I dont even know how to ride with a lance and shield I have never used and armor that is likely to heavy for me to lift. You are a knave. Your honor is nothing to me but ashes. True love." She sneers. "You are lucky she is more interested in love than the truth. I will not be battered to the ground for your amusement. Take your delusions somewhere else. Its not my job to entertain them."

Alandra scoffs at the response, "Your prize would be knowing that you are not as much as a liar as your kith proclaims you to be." she then shrugs, "If, you say no, well you already conceede and you admit that nothing should stop true love and true loyalty. But, you could have found someone to champion you. I suppose" she smirks a little, "Not everyone is so lucky, wouldn't you think so, my noble knight?"

A nod from Kuba, agreeing with Alandra's response. "This has tarried long enough, I would find no amusement in besting you or a champion of yours in any such meeting between lances. I only seek that this besmirchment of my honor come to an end. I would take no solice in robbing your virtue, but there was no past between us, Martine." He does turn more to Alandra, "Aye, not all so lucky. Some do not seek champions, some do not think the one they have given their heart too would accept a quest to prove their love." Having headed to talk more with Martine, Kuba turns back more towards Alandra now, her, his table with the maps perhpas.

Martine laughs. "I dont have to flip a coin to know whether Im lying or not. I concede nothing. True love isnt a part of the whole here. And you presume that I have friends to defend me. You are no better than he, gloating that you have a champion, the one that should have been mine. But he is not mine and when he grows tired of you, he wont be yours either. I pity you my lady for your love is as true as once was mine. But you will be undone." She shakes her head. Looking back to Kuba, her face shining with hate. "You were wise to bed a woman with no friends, a commoner, a pooka. I could tell everyone but none would ever believe me. But when you stick the knife in this one.." she points a claw at Alandra. "Everyone will believe her, and I shall be there...the first to throw rotten vegetables at your pitiful figure when it is in stocks!". And that being said, she flings the remainder of her dark ale at Kuba. Whether it drenches him or not, she stalks out of the tavern with a scowl.

Martine rolls Dexterity vs 7 for 2 successes.

Alandra likely is more arrogant than most, and even a few of the sidhe may discuss such rants and raves among themselves. Regardless, she yelps a little as the ale is flung in Kuba's direction. She's more concerned about not getting her dress wet. Dainty bitch :P

Linda rolls Dexterity vs 6 for -1 successes.

"If," begins Kuba, about to respond to him ending up in stocks, perhaps to offer some other outcome. It ends quickly enough as, heading for Alandra, he'll take the drink aimed at him. He's a small guy though, he can't block all of it, that's for certain. If there was some humiliation to come from this, he can't protect overlap and spill from getting to Alandra it would seem. "My lady," he says, exclaiming at her reaction, not wanting her to get wet. Shock even that she was included in that which was meant clearly for him. He comes to stand before her, to take her hand in apology, though himself now covered in the dark ale the same.

Linda @emit Alandra yelps, and as she does she's partially drenched. While Kuba took most of the blow, she would seem as if she would dance in the ale with how clumsy she is. First, she swings for the pooka and misses. That hurt, now an insult is flung in her knight's direction and it drenches her. "You...you should pay for our lack of respect. Even the most foolish of your kith wouldn't dare to drench a queen!" well, she's not a queen but she's just one who speaks and thinks way too highly of herself. While she may look like one, and often times even feel like one, her status is shamefully low, for a noble anyway. But she remember the rules of the tavern and yells, "Begone wench! Begone! Lest we start a conflict here that violates the peaceful nature of this establishment!"

Ahh but Martine was already leaving in triumph and so Alandra's squawking just amuses her all the more. She maintains her scowl until after she has slammed the door and gone out into the freezing cold beyond.

T'is a great day to be a Pooka. Martine has found a new plaything. That thing is the love between Alandra and Kuba. Like the cat she is, Martine should like nothing better than to stalk that plaything, and kill it, crushing its little heart between her teeth and spitting it out. Then batting its corpse around until it ceases to amuse her. She grins like the foul little creature she is and leaps toward the roof, changing in mid air to the chocolate birman cat. The cat prances farther up the roof and under the eave of the second floor for shelter. Ahh so wonderful. Alandra wont believe her today. But as a woman, chocolate puss understands how emotionally fragile they are. In the still hours of night and when the two are fighting, Alandra will feel the pangs of doubt. Was the pooka lying? Was only part of it a lie? Which part? Am I beholden to the monster she paints my love to be. And like every other woman she will ask at times. Kuba do you really love me? Kuba was that awful pooka telling the truth. And no answer will ever fully quiet the suspicion. The cat starts to purr as it sharpens its claws on the roof.

Inhaling after the throwing of the drink, the spillage, and the words from Alandra, Kuba stands up to his full height and continues to close towards Alandra. He lifts a hand to her cheek even. "My lady, she but sought to rile us. The drink was meant for me, to further the ruse, it is on my that you have been drenched." Even though he may have more on him. Turning to make sure the door is slammed from the outsdie at least, he affirms, "She is gone, the peaceful nature preserved here. I would like that we perserve our own such nature. I do not know how this came about, but I am sorry you were included in this. We should return to our hearth, be out of these clothes, into something dry. I only seek your smile again that we not be lost in this."

Martine moves to Snow Fang Peak - Hall Of Frost