Walking Blind

[Storyteller]

Amalea
"Evening" the red-head greeted the woman. She had seen her her before though not in some time.

Robin Little
was confused. Samuel had left, running off before Robin could stop him, before they'd even reached Robin's former place of employment. "Samuel!" he shouted. "Samuel, get back here!" he shouted again, knowing the thrall could not resist a direct command. But, Samuel must have been out of earshot. Maybe he'd run off on purpose. Whatever the case, he'd left a newly-blind Robin to fend for himself and, stubborn as he was, Robin figured he could do it by himself. Except, he wandered into the wrong place. And, when trying to get back out again, went through a basement door rather than the front door. He had not expected stairs so, without further ado, tripped and stumbled until he clattered and rolled down them. Skin was shed from his shins, the allurist cursing bloody murder all the way down.

Tiamat
glanced up at the woman talking. She tilted her head and began to speak when the sound of a cursing body falling down the stairs erupted. She quckly glanced over at the fallen person before turning back to the one in front of her. "hello."

Amalea
Amalea blinked and winced as the mysterious new arrival made quite the colorful, and likely painful, entrance. "Er, are you alright?

Robin Little
That question, these days, caused Robin's teeth to grind. The answer, most often, was most definitely not. As he pushed himself to his feet, however, unable to fully assess the damage (nor see the blood pouring from his knee) he forced a smile. A smile that gleamed, and that looked genuine. "Fine," he said. "Thank you, I'm alright. Where am I...?"

Amalea
"You're bleeding," she commented lightly. The question was slightly odd, but it wasn't exactly the weirdest one that she's heard, "Voodoo Cybercafe, the basement level."

Robin Little
"Ah," he said, reaching down to rub at his shin. Yeah, it stung. And he could feel it now, too. Wet and sticky. Now his fingers were bloody, weren't they? He just nodded, holding his hand out like he didn't know what to do with it, before rubbing it on his shirt. "Common occurrence," he said, referring to the bleeding. "I meant to go to the Necropolis and ah... got lost," he said. He thought he was talking to the woman, but was actually staring at the space beside her. "Mind if I sit for a second?"

Amalea
There was something a bit off about this one, though the red-head couldn't quite put her finger on it at the moment. She had the sense that she was overlooking something small, but important. "Its an interesting city to try and navigate. You are close... it's next door." She smiled as she gestured to the open seats, "Absolutely feel free to stay as long as you like."

Tiamat
Tiamat returned her attention back to her phone. The going ons near the stairs had little to do with her. She flicked her finger across the screen as she continued her reading.

Robin Little
"I... yes, yes it is," Robin said, still smiling. He didn't have to tell the woman he'd lived there all his life and knew exactly where everything was, thank you. He was most obviously lost and it was silly to get annoyed with a stranger. He nodded, then sighed. Yes. Seats. Where had his stick gone? Little did he know it had snapped near the top of the stairs and was utterly useless, now. Instead, he reverted to his hands, fingers splayed as he reached out, shuffling forward, trying to find the seats by feel. He went in the opposite direction that was indicated.

Tiamat
without looking up from her phone Tia caught the movement of the man on the floor. She flipped to another page before speaking out. "You're going the wrong way. You may wish to stop and allow her to help you.

Amalea
She had been quietly observing him, trying to slot that missing piece into the puzzle. The moment he began to shuffle away from the seating, it all clicked. She shook her head wondering how it had taken her this long to figure it out. No wonder he had taken a tumble down the stairs. "Nearest seat is about 5 paces at your 9 o'clock." She indicated in a manner she hoped was helpful as she quietly rose from her seat in case further assistance was needed.

Tiamat
As she scrolled through her phone, Tia began to sing quietly to no one in particular. She paused slightly as something on the screen caught her attention, shortly after she went back to reading and singing.

Robin Little
Robin straightened and pulled in a breath of air, before nodding, closing his eyes to focus even though it made no difference. "Thank you," he said, finding his nine o clock before moving five paces. He took his time. He felt around until he found the seat and gratefully folded down into it.

Amalea
Once it seemed like he'd be able to find it on his own, she wandered over to the bar for a glass of wine. "Welcome," she replied before issuing a query, "Something to drink?" After a moment's pause, she turned to Tia, "How about you? Anything?"

Robin Little
Robin tried to follow the voice, nodding at the query -- hoping that it was directed at him. "A drink would be fantastic. Do you work here?" he asked, completely unsure. "Mm, a Merlot would be nice," he said. Even though it would have no effect, it was mind over matter.

Tiamat
"I'm fine, thank you," she said to Amalea without really looking up. She tilted her head as she glanced at her phone"my, aren't you a lovely one? I'll have to find a way to get that color pattern next."

Amalea
"I don't. I did work at the Necropolis for a while, though." She nodded to the bartender to put the requested drink with hers, "Mortll owns the place. I pop in from time to time." A quiet word of thanks was given the worker as the drinks were slid across the bar. Picking them up, she carefully made her way through the tables to deliver the glass of Merlot. Setting it on the table, she quietly commented, "Slightly above your three o'clock."

Robin Little
"...so did I," Robin said, now trying to see if he recognised the disembodied voice. "Work. At the Necropolis. Do I know you?" he asked. Though if he had, he assumed he'd have been greeted by name, or she would have said so already. "I don't know a Mortll..." he said, nodding his thanks as he slowly, very slowly, reached for the wine. Of course, however, as all things are wont to do, it didn't quite go to plan. The wine toppled over (Robin could swear he hadn't even touched it). The glass cracked as it fell, red wine sloshing everywhere.

Amalea
"I don't believe so," she said, trying to think as to whether or not she did, in fact, know the man. "Though it is certainly possible, I don't always have the best memory. I worked there when Amara first owned it, stayed when it was turned into a Irish pub, and was there when it reverted back to its Gothic roots. Managed The Dungeon for a while." Perhaps, if they had met, something would spark recognition in his memory. She had been about to reply about Mortll when the unmistakable sound of glass cracking flittered through the room. "I've got it," she commented reflexively, nabbing the towel the bartender tossed her way as she set her own glass on a nearby table. Mopping up the wine, she carefully stacked the bits of glass to deposit into the trash. "Not your night, I'm guessing?"

Tiamat
she rose to her feet and tucked her phone into her pocket before heading out of the building

Robin Little
"No," he said. "It's never my night. I really should stop going out in public," he said. He wanted to help, but thought it best if he just hold his hands back and do nothing. Lest he accidentally slit a wrist, or something. "I ah... sorry. I was there for a year or two. I convinced Amaranthia she could do with a vampire blood doll on staff, too. For the blood thieves and the necurats..." he said, trailing off. It'd be just his luck if there was someone in the vicinity who frowned on necurats.

Amalea
"Night," she called after the woman. She threw the glass in her hand out before giving the table another wipe to ensure all the tiny shards had been picked up. The way his night was going he'd probably find them and her healing capabilities weren't that great. "It was a great idea," she acknowledged as she swapped the soiled towel for a fresh glass. "I'm surprised one wasn't brought on sooner, honestly." She set the glass on the table, "Still slightly above your three o'clock." She frowned for a moment as she thought about what he said, "Do you no longer work there?"

Robin Little
This time, Robin's hands snaked across the reddened damp table until he found the base of the glass and, with two hands to make sure it wouldn't fall, lifted it to his lips. One mouthful, and it was gold. "No. I started my own business. It does well enough, so long as I'm not there," he said.

Amalea
Seeing he hand things in hand, she rescued her own glass before taking a seat and a sip. "Owning a business does have a certain sense of accomplishment." She smiled, though he couldn't see it, "I left for the same reasons, actually. I miss the early days, but I'm happy I did it."

Robin Little
"The early days," he repeated. "What were they like?" he asked, preferring the topic to be of something else but him.

Amalea
"Busy, very busy. And chaotic. We had some regulars but you never knew what to expect," she laughed. It was true - work was always an adventure. "One night...a male, vampire I believe, came strolling in in his birthday suit, jumped on the bar and proclaimed he was the Messiah before heading back out. That was an interesting night."

Robin Little
Robin chuckled, nodding. He'd had some adventures of his own, back in the day. Now? "Could be the tension in the city, keeping people quiet."




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