3566/Dinner with a side of mystic

Dinner with a side of mystic
Date of Scene:	25 September 2020
Location:	Fred's Diner
Synopsis:	Jackson meets a vampire!
Cast of Characters:	Jackson Mathias, Ariah Olivie

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Jackson Mathias has posed:
Midnight, Jackson is done doing his tricks, his cons, his work for the day info passed on to his new handler, as he moves into the dinner. Quite and empty this time of evening, as he moves for the back of the bar, his eyes moving down to that white rabbit foot, with a little sigh of pleasure."Good day, did not have to use anything." His voice is soft as he leads to a booth in the back, as he slides down with a little sigh of pleasure, ordering a coffee cup.

The dinner is filling up soon as he sits down, everything is packed. With a little chuckle, as he sips his newly arriving coffee, as he speaks softly."Best luck, if it got better, you would find me someone to talk to." His voice is directed down at the white rabbit foot, with a wink at it, only a jest, but who knows when luck is coming up aces today.

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    The diner is indeed filling up, and a new patron slips inside. A short woman, white hair, clad in loose jeans and a white teeshirt. The white shirt is dirty and there's some obvious bloodstains on them. Considering the mutant, gang, and superhero population in Bushwick, or its environs, it's not an uncommon sight to see a victim of violence in some form or another. Still, she looks surprisingly young, and the colors staining that shirt mean most people give her sideways glances and avoid eye contact.

    "...milkshake... cookies and cream... s'il vous plait..." she says to the midnight counter clerk when she can get a word in and just lays some cash on the surface before heading for a table in the back. She sees the furthest booth is taken, and instead opts for the one adjacent to Jackson's.

Jackson Mathias has posed:
"If ya wanna, Miss ya can join me if ya be alone on such a fine night." The voice is cajun, as he looks over at Ariah, as he waves around the pack dinner."I'm alone, why not make the most of it if ya willing of course, name is Jackson brand new around dis here place." His voice is friendly, musical in nature as his smile is wide friendly towards her, as his hand is lifts that coffee to his lips.

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    The blood-spattered girl blinks owlishly at Jackson, hand on her table, half in her seat. Slowly, though, she pulls back and stands again. "...if you are offering, I will accept..." she says quietly, tone icy and her accent thick. She steps over to his booth and slides into the seat opposite him, resting her hands on her lap. "Ariah," she reciprocates the intruduction, though she seems the total opposite of the friendly man, distant and cold.

Jackson Mathias has posed:
"Hello there, good to meetcha Ariah. Ya okay?" Jackson hand is waving towards the blood on her shirt, as he sighs softly with a look over as his burger, fries and shake are coming with a little sigh of pleasure."Aint' safe out der, for people as of late it does seem, much in the art of violence." His eyes watching as the food is placed, as his hand is brings the coffee to his lips for another long sip, as he waits for the answer, watching that very cold woman.

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    A cryptic answer comes momentarily, as Ariah looks down at her clothes. "It's not mine," she states as soft as ever. It's hard to tell if she's referring to the blood, the clothes, or both. They do seem to be a bit ill-fitting. She must have had a rough night. But she doesn't look hurt at all. The food arrives, her own shake along with it, since she'd paid and moved, and the shock of white hair makes it easy to spot the diminutive frenchwoman from across the diner. "It is good Bushwick is returned with her people, but there is much violence, yes..." she sighs, tugging her glass down to her lap and closing her lips over the straw.

Jackson Mathias has posed:
"It is good yes, very good." Jackson nods slowly, as he sips his shake before taking a bite of that large burger, with a content sigh enjoying it."But violence, is the nature of humainty for better or worse, so maybe it'll die down, but with an other forced into one spot, I doubt it." His hand is bringing up that coffee now, as he sips it slowly with a frown."I do hope the owner of that blood is alive and well, I would hate to know someone lost a life, so close to me on such a lovely evening."

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    Ariah sucks quietly on her shake, slowly drawing the thick dessert up the thin straw, the paradox of every diner with good, thick milkshakes. Forced to savor it, let it melt enough so you're not drawing solid ice cream up, even with bits of cookie getting stuck sometimes. She just listens, then glances up at his words as he finishes his statement, looking as if she's been called out. Her eyes flash a faint purple for a moment, lips parting from the straw, "...he deserved it. Many do." is her response, the shine fading as if it had been a trick of the light as they close, and she resumes her drink.

Jackson Mathias has posed:
"Ain't no-one deserves to go all the way, ain't learn when they be deaded." Jackson nods slowly,awn, playing a game it seems, three cards as he mutters softly at the bad draw, not really bad luck on the table now for the girl, that admitted to murderous intent."Damn, what an unlucky draw ya know." As he starts to deal with the rest for a solitaire game, he starts to move the cards, eating while playing it.

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    "You would be surprised..." Ariah says quietly, lips pursed. She doesn't kill often, but there's some who just can't be suffered to live. She quirks a brow at the cards, the rabbit's foot flickering, and starts to put her glass back on the table. The condensation manages to catch her fingertips in such a way that it slips, the bottom of the tall glass off-balance as it falls to the table. The corner thunks and it tips towards her, other hand shooting up with inhuman speed to catch it before the whole thing tumbles into her lap.

    Her eyes narrow, that faint shine coming again, feeling something shifting in the ebb of energies near her. "...you have done something to me..." she nearly hisses under her breath as she much more gingerly places the glass properly on the table, nudging it away from herself with a fingertip.

Jackson Mathias has posed:
Watches as he starts to play his cards slowly, each one is moving slowly, as he watches the glass as it starts to topple, saying his normal stuffy line, never if often has been found out."Bad luck." His eyes not looking up, his gaze watching the cards, with each motion, and then she is looking at him.

" Whatcha mean I did something." His voice is soft, as his eyes slowly drift upwards towards Ariah, as he grins at her. As his hands slowly, moving the cards from one pile to another, as he thinks for a moment."If, you can tell, that means we need to talk, I got this thing, and I can do......well I only how it works, but not quite how to use it yet." His hand is stroking that rabbit's foot that is now whiter, by the side of his belt, as he sighs softly, as he does it again now four times four new cards, as he watches the foot turn black now."There, your luck is a little better than when ya walked in, my sorry."

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    <<Bullshit.>> is Ariah's response to the 'bad luck' line, but it's in French. She doesn't often curse, but she's face to face with someone manipulating her. Her head tilts slightly, she can feel the waver of the energy again, eyes still narrowed. "..non.. I do not require your charity. Back to normal is fine, s'il vous plait..." she says quietly, but leans back, her gaze softening a little bit more, no longer so intense, the glow no longer there again. "What is it you do, and how do you think I can help you?" she asks, curious but also wary.

Jackson Mathias has posed:
<Not bullshit, it is real. Demon from the King of Gamblers.> French is coming out clear, as he leans back into his booth, with a wicked little chuckle, as he sips his coffee now, as his eyes closing now.<But, I need to find a use for it, is all. I'm working for someone on the streets, but my talents, my skills have to be worth more, than just cons and info gathering.>

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    The talk of demons has her brow quirk, but Ariah seems to be put more at ease when Jackson starts speaking fluently in her mother tongue. She folds her hands on her lap, settling more against the booth's well-worn seat, and clasps her fingers. <You appear to require some form of material components, no? Or is it a focus for your latent energies?> She's been through this before. Her training for the war. Her augmentation. But the source must come before the focus.

Jackson Mathias has posed:
<It is needed a material component for now, but he could work it without and do so much more. But, when he transfered it he left me there.> JAckson nods slowly, as he bites the burger now with a little chuckle, as he looks around the booths.<I'm here for it is a safe, place for me."

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    <I do not consider myself a teacher. I am not a wizard of robes and words. I am a conduit of power.> Ariah shakes her head, reaching for her dessert again, much more carefully this time in case there's any more tricks literally up Jackson's sleeve. <I was passing through after a bad evening. Wished for something sweet to wash a bad taste out of my mouth. I will try to help, if you do not manipulate me again.>

Jackson Mathias has posed:
<Fine, that is fine and I shall not, but I need a cause not a teacher.> Jackson nods sowly, as he sips his milkshake with a little chuckle, as his hand waves over the cards, all them turning into black aces, as he hits them into the air, as they turn into flowers roses, that rain down around them.

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    Ariah might be perceptive and a predator but even the slight of hand that is Jackson's refined street hustling skills is beyond her. Especially when she's extra distracted. There's a wide-eyed stare and one of the diner staff shouts from behind the counter, about five booths down. "Oh come ON!" he throws his hands up, "Someone's gotta clean that up, yanno?!" The extra attention makes Ariah shrink slightly in her seat, and she sighs, but there's a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. <Impressive hand work. A cause will require more time and study.>

Jackson Mathias has posed:
<Watch this now, my favorite bit.> Jackson nods towards the man as his eyes on the worker, as he speaks softly."Watch dis bit, my friend." His hand is swoops over the pedals, as they are sucked back into his sleeve, as they are all gone with a wink, there is a 100 dollars down on the table."Your tip, have a lovely night." With that he is leaping to his feet, making for the register to pay for both meals.<Come, let's go private to talk more, not safe here. But I got to work, later tonight or tommorow?"

Ariah Olivie has posed:
    <I paid for my shake. Can you afford that?> Ariah blinks, seeing the Benjamin on the table. She does finish drinking her shake, though, and stands up. The blood-splattered clothes are no longer the most attention-grabbing thing in the diner, and also, being so smol, she easily follows in Jackson's shadow. <Later tonight. I wish to bathe and remove these dirty clothes.>