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And a great deal of shame in sitting by.
[She smiles back at him, amused where he's self-deprecating.]
Besides, I think we'd both end up bored out of our minds if we didn't pitch in.
[She smiles back at him, amused where he's self-deprecating.]
Besides, I think we'd both end up bored out of our minds if we didn't pitch in.
Possibly. ( but he chuckles as he says it. by this point they are at the door of the restaurant, so he steps forward to open said door and let her through before him. )
[My, Bones, what a gentleman. She smiles all the more brightly and heads inside.
Once they've been seated, she has a quick glance over the menu before speaking again.]
This place looks lovely. Have you been here before?
Once they've been seated, she has a quick glance over the menu before speaking again.]
This place looks lovely. Have you been here before?
It came recommended. ( by everyone he could think to ask-- this wasn't a decision he was going to make lightly. )
So if it's not up to standard, I'll give you a list and you can blame them all instead of me.
So if it's not up to standard, I'll give you a list and you can blame them all instead of me.
Duly noted. [She laughs.]
But it's been so long since I've been out to eat that I doubt it'll disappoint.
But it's been so long since I've been out to eat that I doubt it'll disappoint.
[The reaction of the cat amuses him and it draws a small smile to his lips as he watches the two. This woman, she seems like she has a head upon her shoulders and for being the first person he's met outside of what appeared to be his inner-circle of acquaintances, at least in this strange home he was living next to someone who at least seemed somewhat responsible and reasonable at that. Asides, she seemed to like books and well.
How could he say that was a bad thing. Still, at her words he gives a small shake of his head.]
Curious beasts, I'm sure. I promise you it's not a problem--at least I know of who he belongs to if he finds trouble. [When she extends her hands though, it's a custom he's not exactly used to and so he pauses for a moment before tentatively reaching out with his singular hand to grasp her own; his accented voice follows.]
Malik Al-Sayf. [A pause, and he squeezes the others hand within his own.] A pleasure, Madam Carnahan. At least I'll be sharing residence with someone who has a liking for texts.
How could he say that was a bad thing. Still, at her words he gives a small shake of his head.]
Curious beasts, I'm sure. I promise you it's not a problem--at least I know of who he belongs to if he finds trouble. [When she extends her hands though, it's a custom he's not exactly used to and so he pauses for a moment before tentatively reaching out with his singular hand to grasp her own; his accented voice follows.]
Malik Al-Sayf. [A pause, and he squeezes the others hand within his own.] A pleasure, Madam Carnahan. At least I'll be sharing residence with someone who has a liking for texts.
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And I'm afraid he finds trouble rather frequently. I don't doubt you'll see a bit more of him.
[Mewby makes a squeaking sort of noise, much closer to a trill than a meow, and Evy rolls her eyes.
Her eyes light up when the man gives his name. Malik Al-Sayf. He's the first person she's met here who gives the impression of being from the same part of the world as she--and while she's rather fond of Asgard, she misses Egypt dearly.]
The pleasure is all mine, sir. Where is it you're from?
[The temptation to ask in Arabic is overwhelming, but she resists. For the moment, anyway.]
[Mewby makes a squeaking sort of noise, much closer to a trill than a meow, and Evy rolls her eyes.
Her eyes light up when the man gives his name. Malik Al-Sayf. He's the first person she's met here who gives the impression of being from the same part of the world as she--and while she's rather fond of Asgard, she misses Egypt dearly.]
The pleasure is all mine, sir. Where is it you're from?
[The temptation to ask in Arabic is overwhelming, but she resists. For the moment, anyway.]
[He can only chuckle, a small breath of amusement, at her comment and reaction to the over-affectionate feline. Normally cats where a nuisance, but this one seemed more well behaved and well, if he belonged to the person he was living next to to he figured that he should give him a chance. Yet, when he says his name, he's watching her and he see's that small spark because Malik is preceptive and it's his job to be so.
Straightening his posture slightly he gives a small arch of his eyebrow, inclining his head slightly towards her--her interest has his attention.] Syria.
Though from what I'm learning about most people in this realm, one deeply steeped within the past. [A beat.] Do you know of it? Syria, that is.
Straightening his posture slightly he gives a small arch of his eyebrow, inclining his head slightly towards her--her interest has his attention.] Syria.
Though from what I'm learning about most people in this realm, one deeply steeped within the past. [A beat.] Do you know of it? Syria, that is.
[She can't bring herself to describe Mewby as "well-behaved," but he is very good at being a cat. As evidenced by the fact that he decides he's tired of being held and starts fighting his way out of his owner's arms, crawling up her shoulder so he can jump off it to the floor.]
Oh, for goodness sake. [It's muttered. Good riddance, cat, go be a nuisance elsewhere for a few minutes.]
I do! I've never been, of course, but I'm familiar with it. [She beams at him. It's even more ideal than if he were Egyptian--they can trade stories and perhaps learn a bit from each other.] I've been living in Cairo most recently, myself. What year was it for you at home?
Oh, for goodness sake. [It's muttered. Good riddance, cat, go be a nuisance elsewhere for a few minutes.]
I do! I've never been, of course, but I'm familiar with it. [She beams at him. It's even more ideal than if he were Egyptian--they can trade stories and perhaps learn a bit from each other.] I've been living in Cairo most recently, myself. What year was it for you at home?
And by 'giant arsehole,' I take it you mean Crouch.
[It's a phrase that, let's be honest, sounds kind of ridiculous in her voice. An awkward pause.]
I saw.
[It's a phrase that, let's be honest, sounds kind of ridiculous in her voice. An awkward pause.]
I saw.
[Swearing is hardly in good taste, generally speaking, but Crouch rather does invite it.]
Not if I have anything to say about it.
Not if I have anything to say about it.
[She's quiet for several moments. It still doesn't feel right, discussing such things with a slip of a girl--but she knows perfectly well that Ellie is no typical young woman. Nor is she likely to find so willing a collaborator in most of her other acquaintances.]
I don't know. [She sighs.] We could mete out our pound of flesh, but it would be a limited punishment at best. He can always come back.
What do you want to do?
I don't know. [She sighs.] We could mete out our pound of flesh, but it would be a limited punishment at best. He can always come back.
What do you want to do?
Since they've taken the trouble to bring him back to Asgard, they must consider him an asset. Why is beyond me, of course. [It's a rather brittle statement.] But it can't hurt to ask that they serve justice where justice is needed.
[Well, that's both intriguing and...kind of worrisome, given that she's hearing it from Ellie.]
Really?
Really?
[Makes sense that she wouldn't listen to the rumors. Ellie's not exactly in a hurry to enlighten her, but it might be better for her to hear it now, from Ellie, then from someone else.]
Somebody... from home showed up here. Somebody who really should've stayed dead. He makes Barty Crouch look sane.
I found him talking to Clementine. He got my gun away from me, and we were in a crowd. A whole lot of kids, people who can't fight. You do the math.
He didn't hurt anybody, because I got to him first.
The gods weren't... happy with me, not exactly.
Somebody... from home showed up here. Somebody who really should've stayed dead. He makes Barty Crouch look sane.
I found him talking to Clementine. He got my gun away from me, and we were in a crowd. A whole lot of kids, people who can't fight. You do the math.
He didn't hurt anybody, because I got to him first.
The gods weren't... happy with me, not exactly.
Oh, dear.
[Evy would like to believe she doesn't hold with gossip--and anyway, the average gossip about a fourteen-year-old girl is nothing she's interested in. But this...well, it's relevant, and poor Ellie, having to suffer the consequences.
Part of her would rather not ask, but she feels she must. And so she does, in a carefully even voice.]
What happened?
[Evy would like to believe she doesn't hold with gossip--and anyway, the average gossip about a fourteen-year-old girl is nothing she's interested in. But this...well, it's relevant, and poor Ellie, having to suffer the consequences.
Part of her would rather not ask, but she feels she must. And so she does, in a carefully even voice.]
What happened?
They just locked me up in the castle for a while, until I explained myself. They... got it, I guess. But they were still pissed.
Point is, they've starting caring about what's going on out here. If this dick puts another toe out of line, they'll know.
Point is, they've starting caring about what's going on out here. If this dick puts another toe out of line, they'll know.
I'm glad that was all there was to it. And you're all right now?
Perhaps we can make some discreet inquiries regarding their interest in past crimes. If they would be willing to haul him up for the fire, we needn't wait for him to do a mischief to someone else.
Perhaps we can make some discreet inquiries regarding their interest in past crimes. If they would be willing to haul him up for the fire, we needn't wait for him to do a mischief to someone else.
Then I think we had better pay a call upon the gods.
[Evy sighs. While she wants dearly for Crouch to pay for his deeds, she's not relishing the process of making that happen.]
Were they all equally interested in your supposed crime, or was it your patron who dealt with you?
[Evy sighs. While she wants dearly for Crouch to pay for his deeds, she's not relishing the process of making that happen.]
Were they all equally interested in your supposed crime, or was it your patron who dealt with you?
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