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It'd been a week since the defeat of Darken Rahl. Richard got that the people wanted to celebrate as they'd been under his rule for as long as he'd been alive. But he didn't quite understand why he had to stop everything he was doing in order to celebrate for a week straight. There were still battalions of the Da'Haran army out there that were giving the people trouble and he felt he should be out there with the rest of the Resistance fighting them.

He scratched the back of his head as he entered the room tonight's fest was being held in and paused about three steps in, because this really didn't look like where he was supposed to be. Especially since Kahlan and Zed had already entered the room and a quick glance around this place told him that they weren't anywhere he could see. That and the room had really changed since he'd been in here this morning.

A glance behind him finds the door he'd just entered through gone. Which only adds to the confusion as he shifts to an empty table with a confused look. The Seeker of Truth is very much lost at the moment. Poor fellow.

[Tiny'Soon-to-be-Rahl Tag: Richard Cypher]

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She's definitely maintaining it in his eyes. And it's probably a good thing he's used to the not getting any while sleeping and fighting next to someone he'd really like to sleep with. Practice at not getting too distracted by that was made for women like Edie.

"The beer just appeared out of no where..." This, clearly means his question wasn't answered. "You know the people with the big book of patrons?"

His head tilts slightly, taking in the rules. The frankness of Edie earns the smallest frown. And no, that cough isn't because that was...so blunt not even a sharpening stone would help it. "Thanks...I think." For the rules.

That may be why Tony and Edie can't really work together. Yes they're both good at what they do, but they get really distracted by each other.

"Exactly the point," she responds. "You just ask for it. As to the big book, I haven't seen them around but, you can ask to see the Barmen and it should get you to who you need to see."

She watches him and chuckles. "You're welcome. It's so much more fun than: 'No outside business, No sex, and No violence' don't you think?"

Distractions can be good, just not when you're not getting anything done.

He frowns slightly and looks at the bartop. "A room for the duration of my stay...?" It's almost not a question, but a room key for him does indeed appear for him. "I'll look into the Barmen." Later, though likely he'll get jumped long before he remembers to search for the Barmen and to see if anyone from his world is here.

He gives a faint smile, the corner of his mouth quirk. "You are very right. Even if I think half of saying it that way is to also get the person you are telling to blush."

She looks slightly smug, watching him as the key appears. "Never doubt a red-head about a bar. We know things."

She chuckles. "Hey, you can judge a lot about their tolerance for things by explaining things that way. What they can handle, what they're used to...you know."

Richard's head tilts in a movement that's almost a bow to that. "I'll keep that in mind for future red heads I may meet."

"So it's research of a kind?" His tone is wry and a little amused.

She grins at him. She could like this guy; he's got a good sense of humor about things. It's something she likes in people.

"It's very good research. It lets me know if a person's worth bothering with. There's a few that aren't; I don't deal with them."

He can be fairly good humored about things. Pending his stress level and everything.

"Interesting way of knowing who you want to deal with."

"People that take themselves too seriously annoy the hell out of me. I mean, this is a place, for the most part, to relax. There's a lot of people here that are really dangerous...and we generally keep ourselves in check, as long as people don't antagonize. Which, I think's only fair. But, it's a decent enough place. Made friends here...Squirrel found himself a woman and they had a baby here...so, it's not all about being tough all the time. It's about being able to relax for a while, and be able to kick back."

Richard listens with a nod, finally raising the beer to sample it and finding while it has a different name it takes much like some of the drinks back in the Midlands.

"Sometimes it's hard not to take things too seriously, even themselves though." It's offered as merely a different way of looking at the picture. "But having a place to be able to 'kick back' seems like some place that we all need once in a while."

There's the faintest pause before he tilts his head at her, "How are you dangerous?" Because while she's lovely to look at she doesn't quite look dangerous. Then again neither do a lot of Confessors if you haven't seen them fight.

She raises a dismissive hand. "Even the most serious situations need to be taken lightly. You worry too much and too long about something with no reprieve, you go crazy. I'm crazy enough."

She's a very 'go with the flow' kind of person.

She laughs, "How am I dangerous? Huh, well, as this is completely neutral ground I'll tell you. I've robbed banks, I've stolen jewels, I've killed people with my bare hands and clothing. I can crush a man's skull between my thighs and not even pause. I'm deadly when I need to be."

She makes an amazing supervillain. Tony must be proud.

"Can be hard at the time." Death, fighting for your life, fighting for the future of the land kind of takes a toll. It's hard to take it lightly sometimes.

There's a raised brow at the 'crazy enough' comment, though he doesn't ask.

Richard's eyes widen just a touch at her list. It's quite the list, really. Especially for someone that looks like her. But then there is that saying never judge something by its appearance. All Richard ends up vocalizing is, "Wow..."

She shrugs, "I went through my own personal drama a while back. Once you've nearly died by radiation poisoning from tending the person you love...it puts petty shit into perspective. I like a healthy dose of irony in my life."

She probably wouldn't tell.

She recrosses her legs and takes another sip of her drink, grinning at him. "Don't worry, sweetie, it's neutral ground here, and I ain't got a bone to pick with you."

"You'd think my own death would have given me some of that." Though his death was during a point when he was loosing himself, so...

So it's probably good he's not asking.

Richard smiles slightly, not able to completely keep his eyes from following that movement. "Well I'll remember to never give you a reason to have a bone to pick with me." The phrase sounds just a hair weird because it's not a term from his world, but he likes it.

"Mostly dead, all dead, or not dead anymore?"

Because it's a valid question 'round these parts.

"That'll probably work out to your favor. Guns are a lot more deadly than a sword. Don't haveta get near you to shoot you."

And much more precise than arrows.

"All dead and then brought back by magic."

There's a look that asks if she has to ask that often. Because it's not something most people are asked all the time.

And now he's just frowning. "Guns?"

We has none of these things in the Midlands!

She pulls a hand gun from a thigh holster that may defy the logistics of how her clothes fit over her body, and sets it on the counter.

"This is a gun. It propels metal at high speeds in and through things. Does really nice work taking people down."

His brain doesn't even try to figure out the logistics. He's seen daggers pulled out from no where, why should this be any different?

His eyes and brain focus mostly on the gun, traveling every speck of it. His hand even reaches out, almost touching it. He stops just short of actually putting fingers on it though.

"Closest thing we have to that in the Midlands are crossbows," he murmurs.

She grins. "If you want, I can teach you how to shoot one. I can hook you up with a few nice pieces, once you learn to use them..."

Dangerous. Ver, ver dangerous.

The bright eyes might remind Edie of a kid in a candy store, or when kids come down Christmas morning to find a pile of presents.

"I would owe you a great debt for that." Meaning it would totally be worth it. Even if the mun is making the abject decision that the gun will find it's way back in his room and not in the Midlands should he try to take it back. The technology would just totally fuck with the history and everything back home.

Richard likes dangerous when it's on his side.

It'll, at the very least, keep him better protected around here, and well, at least one of his women will very much enjoy playing with it out on the range.

She laughs slightly, patting his arm. "There's a few people here I'd like to request you don't shoot with it: me, my husband, and our friends. Anyone else is fair game."

She doesn't figure any of the above will give him too much trouble.

Far be it from him to stand between either of his women and weapons. Even Kahlan would be given free play with it if she showed an interest.

Richard smiles, "I don't just go about hurting people." His title would go to hell if he did, "I think I can keep from shooting these people." Not that he knows exactly who they are.

She grins. "I'll show you how to use it, once I pick out a good one to train you with. We'll work out payment when I get it for you, how about that?"

She's a generous supervillainess.

A generous supervillainess that has managed to lose track of time.

"I need to get going; my husband's waiting for me."

Richard smiles and offers a nod. "Sounds perfect. Thank you very much."

Can't keep the President of the United States of Skyline-verse waiting too long after all!

"It's been nice getting to know you." He says with a wave, "Take care." Her husband is definitely a lucky guy, though he's already got enough dominant women in his life.

"You're more than welcome," she says. "It'll be fun; I like shooting. It's fast and effective. You'll like it."

She really can't. He gets crabby when he does. She stands, and smiles over to him.

"It's my pleasure, Richard. We'll see each other soon."

Oh, he's well aware how lucky he is. It may have something to do with the way she walks away, those hips swinging just so. Lucky, for sure.

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