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[latino_menace]

Ramon's mood has not noticeably improved since the last time he was down in the bar but then, how often is he obviously cheerful, really? He's not drinking anything stronger than coffee at the moment so at least alcohol isn't making his mood worse - this could change, of course, depending on who he might run into tonight.

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[ostro_goth]

Instant Ostrogothic mood drop ahead!

"Greetings," Teja says.

[latino_menace]

It's really amazing how Teja's appearance affects Ramon's mood, every time, guarenteed.

'What do you want?' he growls out, not looking at the man.

[ostro_goth]

"To irk you, and ruin your mood," Teja says, plainly and honestly.

[latino_menace]

'Why?'

Teja really is pathetic, he thinks.

[ostro_goth]

"Some read books, or watch base ball on the tee-vee," Teja says. "I bait a dangerous drug-lord!"

[latino_menace]

He rolls his eyes though he is, at least, glad that Teja recognises the danger in what he does.

'You'll pay for that one day, you know,' he tells him in an almost pleasant tone.

[ostro_goth]

"Weyland the Smith is giving me a shield," Teja says.

[latino_menace]

'...

...so?'

That was a strange non-sequitur, he thinks, not putting together how that might be relevant to him.

[ostro_goth]

"It shall help, so your sword shall not send me straight to Hel should I be wounded," Teja says.

[latino_menace]

'Oh.'

He lights a cigarette and chews that over for a moment.

'That's a shame. How will it stop it - you're presuming that it'll stop me getting any strike on you at all?'

[ostro_goth]

"No," Teja says. "It renders void all such spells upon anything used in the fight."

[latino_menace]

He frowns, displeased.

'How?'

[ostro_goth]

"By the powers of Weyland's magic, which is of the Aesir, the gods of my people, as would Hel's be," Teja says. "I work no magic, but I would not have any worked upon me."

[mogget_cat]

Here's a cheerful someone sure to brighten up Ramon's day, wandering over to sit on his foot.

[latino_menace]

He wasn't looking at his foot before something landed on it - understandably, he feels, as what sort of man sits staring at his feet? Which is why he jerks it away irritably, getting rid of whatever was on it. Only then does he look down and his coffee pauses on his way to his mouth.

Ah.

'Evening, Yrael.'

Possibly that politeness sounds rather forced, and rather amused.

[mogget_cat]

Yrael's grin isn't forced at all, and quite amused. He may be shedding slightly on Ramon's trouserleg.

"Evening, Ramon."

[latino_menace]

He scowls down at the white strands. Cat hair doesn't really go well with Armani.

'Something I can do for you or are you just in a sociable mood today?'

[mogget_cat]

As his mun finally makes it back to her desk, since she was pulled away by work-related things, Yrael yawns, stretching lazily.

"Just feeling sociable. Thought I might offer the honor of my presence even to the undeserving." Or to those who deserve more of it, in a more immediate and burny way.

"Was that your blood I smelled outside by the stable, a couple of weeks ago?"

[latino_menace]

He lights a cigarette, mulling over the pros and cons of telling the truth.

'Yes, most likely,' he says, eventually. 'There was an altercation.'

He waves it off as nothing, though just thinking the name Kate sends flares of anger through him.

'If you want to go and find someone you feel deserves your presence, don't let me stop you.'

[mogget_cat]

"Not one of those fun altercations, then," he says, sitting again on his foot.

"It was nice, though the smell made me hungry."

[latino_menace]

'The retribution will be fun,' he says, with all the pretence of mildness. He doesn't move his foot, though he does fidget a touch.

'Go and sit somewhere else before I put my foot up your ass.'

[mogget_cat]

Yrael doesn't move.

"Retribution is always fun," he says, comfortably.

Like for someone trying to stick their foot up one's ass. Shoes wouldn't last long, and then the foot inside would start burning as well...

[latino_menace]

He doesn't kick him - it was an idle threat and even he knows better. But he does remove his foot and cross it over his other leg.

'I know. And it's so easy to find people who deserve it, don't you think?'

It occurs to him that one day, he should find someone with power to match Yrael's and befriend them. Who knows what could occur if that happened. Something for him to think about.

[mogget_cat]

"I always keep a few in reserve, in case there is a drought of people to take retribution upon."

That'd be where Ramon is.

"There is something of a wealth of them, now, however."

[latino_menace]

'Oh? Keeping yourself busy?'

He takes a drink casually and eyes the cat.

'Anyone in particular you've got your eye on?'