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Indiana Jones drifts downstairs. He seems relaxed enough as he orders some fajitas and an iced tea. He doesn't bother looking round much as he settles in at a central table, unaware of anyone who may be seeking him. Perhaps he looks a little more distant than usual, but he's just your typical quiet, mysterious adventurer eating some Mexican really.

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Arithon s'Ffalenn, Tier's'Ffalenn, Master of Shadows, and Desh-theire's bane is not a large man. He is, however, a formidable one. Which is why, knowing that this is the person who spoke of Svava's personal inhibitions without her will, he simply walks up to Jones and slaps him across the face with a single black leather glove.

The right glove; meaning not to the death.

Indy's head snaps round, looking sourly at the owner of the glove, still chewing. "That's just damn rude. Can't you see I'm eating?"

"Name your time, place, weapons, and seconds. Luirhainon an, maeni alt s'kyr al'Svava."

He snarls the words, and fingers the hilt of his sword.

The explorer finishes his mouthful and glances round for Hyde or Mike. Not really their style, and there's no sign of them anyway. He studies the small man carefully, touching his stubbled cheek where the glove made contact and raising an eyebrow at the mention of the Valkyrie.

"I shoulda figured there'd be some repercussions"

"Svava? Friend of her's I'm guessing. Do I get a name?" he says calmly.

"Arithon s'Ffalenn, Tier's'Ffalenn, Master of Shadows, Bane of Desh-theire, Sorcerer, Crown Prince of Rathain, and Prince of Karthan."

He bares his teeth. It isn't a smile.

Indy pushes his plate away casually. "Arithon. Okay. Well, I'm Indiana Jones, but I'm sensing you already worked that out."

"But, you look like a reasonable man. Mind if I try and explain myself before I commit to any dates and times?"

"You are mistaken. I am not a reasonable man. I am a dangerously off balance, bitter, and violent confirmed bachelor."

Another baring of teeth;

"One who spent last night with a woman crying her eyes out, drinking, and then proceeding to fall unconscious at me."

If for nothing else, Arithon would want blood.

"Yeah. Me too. Looks can be deceiving I guess."

He takes a sachet of Sweet n' Low and flaps it a little, tearing the top and pouring it into his tea. The ice jingles merrily as he stirs it in with a teaspoon.

"A little bit about me. I'm a historian, of sorts. My education allowed me to learn about many cultures and great legends. I confess that I know a fair amount about Svava's kind. I did not know, however, that the link between her chastity and her immortality was any kind of secret."

He makes grim eye contact.

"Svava and I also talked last night, so I'm guessing this is what you're all charged up abaout. I did not mean to hurt Svava. She's a good friend of mine."

"I. Don't. Care."

He slaps his hands on the table, and sends just enough magical force into it to make the tea slosh out when he does.

"Name. Your. Weapon."

He sighs. "Worth a shot."

"Arithon. I'm not from the same world as you, and hence, I'm not bound by the same rules of etiquette and honor. So, I'm really not going to duel you. Besides, the head barman's been frowning on that kind of behavior of late and I'd rather not be kicked out."

"But, if you want to take a shot... go ahead. I deserve that much, if it'll make you feel better."

He points at the door to the back, in outraged silence. He doesn't want to get in trouble either, and out there is fair game.

"Alright... after you," Indy says, popping his shoulder with a grimace. The poor guy is way out of shape after six months of boozing and basically doing nothing in the bar.

He picks up his tea and follows Arithon to the door.

Once outside, Arithon spins around and makes a fist.

An Echo in a new outfit twirls over and gives him a big hug.

"Evening, Indy!"

"Well, don't you look snazzy," Indy beams at her. He takes in the outfit and nods appreciatively. "Very nice."

Echo giggles, and twirls around before posing. She then giggles again, before giving him another hug.

"Thank you! Iris took me shopping today."

"How lovely. Heh. It suits you. Where'd you go?" he asks, still grinning.

"Around Tokyo. Iris had to get rid of her wings in order to take me, so we couldn't go anywhere else. But it was fun anyway!"

"Well, I'm glad you had fun. I'm not sure I've met Iris. Um... rainbow goddess, messenger girl I'm guessing."

He frowns a little.

"Did she permanently get rid her wings?"

Echo shakes her head.

"No, as soon as we got back to the house, she carefully got them back. She's now resting. She'll probably sleep for a couple of days. Not having wings was hard for her."

"I can imagine."

"That reminds me. Do you know Mike? The turtle? He said there's a fairy around here now that can make anyone fly for a while. Have you seen her?"

Echo smiles brightly.

"I know Mike! He threw me in the lake once. But I don't know anything about any fairies. Sorry."

She then tilts her head.

"I would like to meet her though."

[occ: you're so silly =D]

"Me too," he admits with a thoughtful expression. "So, um, if you don't mind me asking, where did you and Iris get the money to kit you out in such finery?"

He is smiling again.