I Forgot (Aryn, Mathew, Bastille)

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon and his crew of motorcycle riding Dragons would pull to a stop outside the Peace Cafe. Asiv in his wheel chair was waiting outside, patiently smoking a bent cigarette. Leon would get off the bike once Aryn did and head over to Asiv, leaving Aryn to her devices for a moment.

They would have a small talk and Leon would nod a few times, before returning to Aryn.

"Lets go inside."

He'd wave a hand towards the Peace Cafe.

[Mathew Amtrum]

Mathew would arrive a bit later with Bastille in toe.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille had not been exactly inclined to leave anywhere, but Mathew had insisted. Bastille wore her usual gear, being rather observant. Her gut was out of sorts, and so she stood quietly and with a bored expression- not exactly excited for whatever the hell was going on.

[Mathew Amtrum]

And they were at the peace cafe now. Good, now he would let her know that they were here.

"So, you remember how I told you I contacted Mr. Asiv."

He paused.

"Well, he thinks he has a treatment for your condition. And wanted to check up on you."

He slid his hand over hers and gave it a squeeze.

"And I will be there to make sure nothing fishy happens."

He assumed that would be needed since Barker was fishy. But this wasn't Barker.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Leon and Aryn. Good idea..? Leon and Aryn on a motorcycle. Bad idea. Leon and Aryn on a motorcycle with Leon driving and Aryn free to indulge practically any whim she had. Very bad idea.

But so much fun for Aryn.

She couldn't speak for Leon, but she could bet the ride had been interesting. When they stopped, she swung off the bike and let Leon do his thing, leaning casually back against the bike with a smirk that just wouldn't fade.

She glanced up as he strode back, glancing to Asiv, then he Cafe, and back to Leon.

"Sure."

And then to Mathew and who she could only assume was this 'Bastille'.

'Damn pretty. And fit. Nice.'

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille bit back a slew of violent or rather angry and fowl mouthed commentary. This wasn't the time to start a fight. Instead her eyes just narrowed and her hand stood limp in his. She was beyond unhappy about this. She'd told him to drop it until Barker was dead, now it had taken a front seat. She hadn't wanted him to know, let alone the rest of the world. Damn it all to hell really. A wicked smirk crossed her lips and the dark lines around her eyes stood out brightly. Oh yah, she was pissed. Her hand gripped his back- once- and hard- before she took back her hand and walked in - saying nothing.

[Mathew Amtrum]

He had promised not to go crazy over it. This had been something that had dropped in to his lap with John coming up to him with the mask on behalf of Mr. Asiv. He wasn't about to turn that away because she might get pissy. She was ALWAYS pissy.

Mathew followed her in rolling his eyes and shaking her head. Taking up residence against one of the walls and folding his arms. Aryn didn't exist right now.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille went to the back of the counter of the cafe and began searching the shelves- acting nonchalant about this entire process.

[Zack Asiv]

Asiv rolled in behind everyone closing the door. Leon took that opertunity to grab Aryn by the hand.

"You know I need to show you something."

He'd attempt to lead her further back into the cafe away fromt he group.

Asiv would cough. Looking at Mathew and then the female... Recognition of her attendance to the school hit him, and he would smile.

"Miss... I have one thing prepared if your willing."

Bastille would find water bottles, coffee cups and other kinds of glasses, even a single bottle of jamesons eighteen year old bottle of irish whiskey.

[Aryn Valcoph]

That Mathew. Ignoring her--what the hand grab--?

'But--I wanna hear what the hell this is about.'

But curiosity tugged both ways (though going with Leon held a hint of devious along with said curiosity), and with a look at the three remaining people with slightly pursed lips, decided she could get the skinny on what the hell was going on here for Bastille, later.

She followed, but rather grudgingly, judging by the slight drag to Leon's hand, but she didn't look back.

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon would lead her to a back room, and a stair case leading down to a green room, a special one that only Leon knew about, seperate from Asiv's. He was thinking ont he fly on how to distract Aryn long enough for the business upstairs to be dealt with.

If Aryn looked around she would note a bunch of white fruit growing on vines running up small vine leads.

[Aryn Valcoph]

Disappointment.

But Aryn looked around, slipping her hand from Leon's to move over to the white fruit. She lifted a hand and, unless prevented for some unfathomable reason, gently stroked the tip of her index finger down one, obviously considering plucking it as she looked to where the vines were growing from.

"...is this all?"

She's on to you, Leon...

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon would lean against one of the walls a sly grin on his face.

"Nope."

He'd wave a hand in approval.

"Maybe you should try one of the fruits."

[Aryn Valcoph]

Aryn looked at him for a moment, plucking one of the fruits and tossing it at him.

"That grin is mine."

So what was he hiding? She knew that whatever 'Dragon business' was going on was about Bastille, and even a blind and deaf person would know Mathew was both possessive and protective of her. The only reason she could really think that Leon brought her down here for was that the woman in question was extremely touchy over whatever it was.

Seemed like a prime thing to find out. And then she'd see what she would do from there.

"Spill."

She took another fruit and casually inspected it. A challenge?

[Mr. Kaar]

Leon would spill... Only about the fruit.

"Well one wouldn't think I was into creating things, but I've been tinkering with what I've learned from Barker and Asiv to make this thing."

Leon would bite into the golfball sized fruit, the juicy delicious insides making him shudder with delight before he'd continue to explain.

"Only problem being, the effect is different for everyone."

Leon had already gotten whatever effect the fruit would give him, so it did nothing but taste great.