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[the_lioness]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways. Warning: Fisticuffs contained herein.]

*Alanna and Corwin slowly appear in a darkened corner of the bar. Both Prince and Knight look as though they were recently in a fight, but emerged victorious. As she slowly opens one eye, Alanna's nervous expression gives way to an ecstatic smile. Laughing, she gives Corwin a quick hug and leads the way to the bar.*

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[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

*Corwin follows Alanna to the bar.* Bar, I think we need some rum?

*A bottle of rum and two glasses begin to appear.* Screw the glasses. Just make it two bottles.

*The glasses fade out to be replaced by a second bottle.*

[the_lioness]

*Beaming, Alanna grabs one of the bottles and takes a long drink.* It worked! I can't thank you enough, Corwin. *wryly* I do appreciate you showing me the finer side of Amber. Quite the experience. *taps her finger against her lips* Hmmmmm, I imagine you will have to find a new purveyor of fresh fish. *winks*

[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

*Uncorks his own bottle and takes a long draught.* Nope. That sort of thing happens at least once a week. They'll just mop up the blood and be ready for business tomorrow.

Are you relatively satisfied that you can come and go now?

[the_lioness]

*snorts* I imagine that our dear friends Rufus and Reg will take a bit longer to recover.

*Takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly* I feel infinitely more comfortable with the idea, yes. However, I imagine that finding my way to and from Tortall will be a bit more difficult.

*Takes another drink* Truthfully, I'm not sure how I feel. On one hand, I'm elated. On the other... I'm almost frightened. *grimaces* What a sorry state of affairs.

[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

One way or another, if you choose to leave, we will find a way to get you back here if you so desire. However, I get the impression that isn't the cause of your fear...

[just-plum-crazy.livejournal.com]

Steph with beer in hand shows up next to the table with someone else next to her. "Hi you two! This is Lula. Mind if we join you?"

[herald-captain.livejournal.com]

*Kerowyn looks around for someone to talk to. She notices a man and a woman, both carrying swords, and decides to go talk. She walks over*

Hello.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna starts at the greeting and narrowly avoids spilling rum down her shirt. Feeling especially magnanimous, she smiles warmly at the newcomer. Noticing Need, she quirks an eyebrow and bows to Kerowyn.*

*Eyes locked on Kero's sword* Good evening, Lady. Are you new here? Care for a drink? It seems you've caught me on a good night.

[herald-captain.livejournal.com]

*Kerowyn doesn't miss the fact that this woman is very aware of Need. She's careful to not make any sudden movements and adopts a casual stance, doing her best to use her body language to put this woman at ease*

Yes, I'm new. Name's Kerowyn. *she bows in return* I'd love a drink. My Companion wants me to relax, hence sending me to a bar. Not that It was extremely relaxing the first time I was here. I'm still a little confused about where, exactly I am? Do you know?

[the_lioness]

*Alanna tilts her head to one side, recalling Inara's use of the word "Companion." She continues to eye Need, wondering whether or not Kerowyn was using the word in an entirely different context.*

You are in Milliways, Lady Kerowyn. The bar at the end of the universe. I am Sir Alanna of Trebond, Knight of Tortall and current Milliways bouncer. I am happy to answer any questions you might have, but first I must ask one of you. *grins* What is your drink of choice?

[herald-captain.livejournal.com]

*Kero finds herself grinning back, Need likes this woman, she can feel the sword sort of "looking" at Alanna and feels the approval, it's a vauge muttering in the back of her head.*

I'd love a glass of wine. I'm not much of a drinker.

Bar at the end of the universe? Trust that Horse to send me somewhere like that. *rolls her eyes*

[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

*Caught off-guard, Corwin holds up a hand in an apologetic manner while he swallows a mouthful of rum.* Evening, milady.

*His eyes stray to her sword.* Another lady knight? Did this become some sort of feminist headquarters? Should I expect to hear a jukebox blaring Indigo Girls music any minute now?

[herald-captain.livejournal.com]

*Kerowyn looks confused*

I'm not a Knight. I'm a merc. And a Herald of Valdemar *she adds that last after a second. She's still not quite used to that title.*

As for a jukebox and, what was it? Indigo Girls? I have no idea what you are talking about. Never heard of any of those things.

[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

*Corwin grins and lifts his glass in salute.* Ah, a mercenary! Even better!

It's probably for the best that you haven't heard of those things, or I'd likely have gained another bruise tonight.

*Corwin bows slightly.* And it appears I have forgotten my manners. Corwin of Amber at your service.

[herald-captain.livejournal.com]

Kerowyn. *she nods at his bow* Are you implying that you deserve a new bruise? I can arrange that.

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Seeing Alanna, Peter heads over. About to greet her, he stops and blinks when he sees her state. "What happened?"

[the_lioness]

*Smiling, Alanna sets her bottle down on the bar and turns to Peter.*

Hello, Peter! That bad, huh? Funny, I feel almost refreshed. Prince Corwin took me to one of Amber's finer establishments. Good food, good drink, a little brawling... my kind of place, really. *laughs* Apparently we offended the locals. They took exception to our company. *smirks* Their mistake.

*winces* I probably don't want to know, but is it truly that bad?

[abtruse-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Peter's eyes fall upon Corwin, and they darken. "Oh."

But he's not an idiot, he can comprehend things, and the fact that Alanna is willingly talking to him says that she's not holding any grudges over the fight and what happened. So why is he?

"It's not that bad. Just... surprising."

[son-of-amber.livejournal.com]

*Corwin notices Peter's eyes on him.* How you doing, junior?

[the_lioness]

*Alanna follows Peter's gaze to Corwin* I should probably mention that I contacted him and requested to come through at that very moment. I'm sure he would have shown me a different side of Amber had this been a pre-arranged trip. *shrugs* Truthfully, the experience did me a world of good.

*Alanna looks down, scuffing the floor with the toe of her dirty boot in an almost child-like manner.*

Why is it surprising? You've seen me fight before. *looks up, gesturing to her bruised cheek* This tends to happen from time to time.

*Frowns at Corwin's use of the word "junior"* Have you officially met Peter? Peter Wiggin, this is Prince Corwin of Amber.

[lochiel.livejournal.com]

Lochiel approaches Alanna quietly. He looks subtly different to the last time he was here - tireder, more withdrawn, perhaps.

"Sir Alanna. We had business together, if you're not busy?"

[the_lioness]

*Alanna stiffens as Lochiel approaches. She's pleased to see him again, but mildly concerned with what his presence means. She's not so sure she should follow up on his offer.*

*softly* Good evening, Lochiel. *Gives the other nearby a worried look* For you, I can make time.

*Biting her lip, she moves closer* Are you well, Lochiel? You seem... different.

[lochiel.livejournal.com]

He smiles a little wearily. "I've been experimenting with my magic; it's somewhat tiring. But, as I said, the experimentation has led me to the conclusion that I may well be able to do as you asked, without intruding on your mind."

[the_lioness]

*Alanna tiredly rubs her hands over her face, belatedly remembering her bruised cheek. Wincing, she glances at Lochiel from under lowered eyelashes.*

Experimenting? Goddess, you sound like Thom. Are you positive this will work? *Sighing, she leans over and rests her hand on his shoulder.* It is not imperative, Lochiel. I do not want to be the cause of any suffering on your part.

[lochiel.livejournal.com]

"There's a lot to learn about my magic; my people are constantly experimenting with our magic. The only ill effects I suffer are some slight weariness, Alanna, I assure you there is no danger to me."

He hesitates. "As to whether it will work - I can't be certain about that, I've never tried anything like this before. If it doesn't work, though, it won't harm me to have tried. My magic isn't inimicable to me, it won't hurt me."

He notices the bruise and frowns, but doesn't say anything about it. He knows what warriors are like about injuries.