8217/Reagent Run I

Reagent Run I
Date of Scene:	12 October 2021
Location:	Candle, Booke and Belle
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Nettie Crowe, Tynan Ireton, Mairin Moran

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Nettie Crowe has posed:
    The Candle, Booke and Bell shop was closed unsually early on a Saturday. Its tea kettles have been drained and are air-drying after being scrubbed clean. The tea bar gleams. The books have been dusted and the glass balubles polished and the entire place smells of burnt coffee and something overly sweet yet gently rotting. The shoppe is dark, but once Ty and Mairin both arrive, the door will open into the darkness.

    Corvax gives a caw from overhead, his shoulders hunched.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty left for a job a few days ago after an arguement with Nettie. The woman looks at her text, and makes a quick stop by the safehouse to grab some gear. She puts a good number of gear in subspace, but keeps a few things out. Her guantlet slides right on, and she sheathes her kabar knife behind her back, and a celtic long blade on her left hip. She's not making the mistake of walking in Candle without a weapon of some kind ever again.

    The woman puts on her long coat, and attaches that digital voice scrambler over her mouth. Ty hops on her superleggera, and then stops. She makes a quick portal, reaches in, and pulls out a small box, and puts it in a secured pouch on her armored vest. She then guns engine.

    Tynan, or rather, Dark Caliber arrives at the Candle, and opens the door, precisely at 5 o'clock. Literally, 30 minutes after the text. Timing is everything, dears. The woman takes a step inside, and a step to the side. She checks her knife and her sword, in case. A quick shake of her foot confirms her throwing knives are safely hidden down there as well.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin walks in right behind Ty, not even certain herself whether she's angry or frieghtened or just confused. Every time. Every time they try to talk about Demona, it ends in one of them getting mad. She just genuinely cannot fathom why. All she wants is for Nettie to promise not to casually off her friend. Why can't she just do that? Arrgh

    "Hello, Emily," She grumbles, dropping her satchel on the floor in an out of the way spot and leaning on the counter. Emily jumps up, gives a meow, and Mairin can't help a smile as she runs a finger down it's arching metalic back. "You still love me, don't you," she murmurs, barely audible.

    Emily just purrs.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Good, you're both here." comes a voice from BEYOND -- the shope. ARound the corner, and down a two-step of stairs and into the Backroom.

    This isn't a normal back room. When they pass through it, it's cold here, and there are shelves stacked with boxes, bottles, candles, and little chests.

    There is also a great big circle, rendered in white, on the floor. The two would be able to recognize one of Nettie's Teleportation circles, and she wrinkles her nose. She's now wearing a black tee and a pair of pajama pants. She has a long gash along one arm, which is being treated gingerly.

    "I have a job for you two to do to help me out." she looks up. "How do you two feel about lions?"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    DC takes a long moment to adjust her armor a bit, and looks at Nettie a moment. "Large cats that can, if you're not careful, kill you if pissed off. Usually takes a fairly powerful rifle to put one down, or a large amount of small arms fire. I perfer not to hunt one down given their nature. Plus I like cats.", she tells.

    DC opens up the pouch on her vest, and looks at Mairin a bit. She pulls out a small ear bud, and hands it to Mairin. There's a small patch that she then holds up in front of Mairin. "If you're coming along, this is called a LASH Unit. This model is wireless. This patch goes over your throat, on the voice box. I got you a beginner level one. It autoadjusts in case you speak too loudly into it so I don't go deaf. Only speak as loud as a whisper after the patch goes on.", she tells.

    "I would have liked more mission details to be given before leaving, but I doubt thats going to happen. Shall I make a detailed listing of gear, as well as an itemized reciept after the mission?", she asks. DC is in professional mode. There's no feeling in her speech. No smartassness, anger, or joy. Just a focus on the job. "I also have a limited amount of explosives on my person at the moment. Will there be a need for demolitions?", she asks.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    The doorway to the stairwell is as far as Mairin goes. And even that makes her nervous. She just looks down the stairs at Ty and Nettie, her expression clouded with suspicion. She thinkins about asking Nettie why she trusts her *now*, but is to busy trying to decide if she should walk down the steps.

    "What do you want with lions?" she asks finally. Ty might be a mercenary willing to take whatever job someone throws money at her for, but Mairin has no such compunction.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Probably not, I'm sending you to the Scottish Highlands. There's a particular botanical that I'm after that grows in a place called Glen Cannan. I can't go after my last brief step out." she motions to her arm, and looks to the two of them.

    "In the lower areas of the GLen, there is a bog. In the bog, a certain species of Sundew that is a blood red grows." she states, and then she tosses a sack to each of them. "Collect me one sack each."

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    A part of Ty wants to pinch the bridge of her nose. She's...being hired to go plant collecting. "I am assuming that there is a danger in this mission outside falling down. That is why you sent for me, instead of just having Rabbit go get it.", she comments. There's no insult there. It sounds more like Ty is referring to Mairin in a respectful manner, even though she uses the term Rabbit.

    "I am also assuming that you want Rabbit to have some protection during this. I will note that taking a Civilan into the field without basic knowledge is risky. Especially one who may or may not be able to protect themselves. I caution against this.", DC states. It must seem so...odd to see a woman who has such a temper talk so...calmly about things.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin walks down the steps to snatch the bag, her brow furrowed. "Don't call me Rabbit," she snaps at Ty. "But she's right. What's the catch?" She tilts her head to Ty. "Why send both of us? If it's just a jaunt through the contryside, why send Ty? She's overkill. If it's guarded by a... dragon," she gestures widly, "why send me? I'll just be a burden on Ty." She looks stadily at Nettie. "What aren't you telling us?"

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "You two are my apprentices, you will do as I ask or you can find someone else to teach you." Nettie states, and she leans back and cracks her back a bit.

    "The complication is that I won't be with you. So you've got to look out for each other."

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty the Smartarse has a comment to make, but now is not the time. DC makes no comment as she takes the bag. She takes a moment to confirm her mission. "Mission is to go to Scottish Highlands. Go to the bog, collect sundew plants. Mission completion time is unknown. Assuming that Extraction will be handled, or shall I make arrangements before we leave?", she asks. The mercenary takes a moment to place the sack inside a pouch on her belt.

    "The term means the one closer to the magician. Would you rather be called The Assistant, dispite having not done any work in drawing the circle, or giving any energy in assisting?", DC comments to Mairin. "The term coined for me involves my nature and job, thus I take no offense in it.", she tells Mairin.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    She rolls her eyes at Ty. "The term, like any vocal communication, means exactly what the reciever takes it to mean." She turns to look at Nettie for a momment, shifting the bag in her hand as if she's thinking about whether to just throw it in her face and walk out. But in the end she just shakes her head and walks into the circle. "Let's get this over with before I say or do something *else* that's a sin against the ancient laws of wizardry."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "No, just a reflection of me teaching you too much before you were ready, Mairin Moran." Nettie states, and she gives a soft hum of a sound as she leans back, going to scratch at the gash oon her amr and -- finding it still bleedng, gives a soft /urgh/ sound of frustration.

    "All right, you two. Step into the cirlce. Hope you've got your passports on you.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    DC steps into the circle after Mairin. The mercenary takes a moment to press a button on a watch on her right wrist. She doesn't say anything or do anything else, as she waits. a part of her is wondering just how disorienting this is going to be.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Deep breaths, Mairin. Deep calming, focussing breaths. Find your center. She doesn't respond, just keeps her eyes closed, waiting for... whatever... to happen.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Magic is messy, necromancy is gross but teleportation without opening a portal sssuuuuuuuuuuuucks.

    It feels like your navel is being pulled out through your spine and you're being compressed and pulled like taffy. Like there is a llama tapdancing on your spleen. Like a thousand and one rubber duckies are being inserted nasally.

    In other words: SUCH an awful experience. But, when Mairin and DC open their eyes, they're in the Scottish Highlands. At two in the morning. It's mother effing dark.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Of course its going to suck. DC lands on solid ground, and for a second wants to hurl. But yeah, we're not hurling in the mask. No! NO! For a THIRD TIME, NO!!! DC removes the mask, and then hurls. She takes a moment to wipe her mouth, and opens a quick portal to pull out a canteen of clean water. She rises her mouth, and spits it out. The canteen disappears. DC opens a small hip pouch, and pulls out a small monocle. She puts it over one eye, and hits a button. Night vision come on over one eye, while the other eye only sees natural lighting.

    The woman stays crouched, waiting for Mairin while keeping an eye for targets or hostiles.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin vomits. Just... wherever. And for as long as it takes. It's almost a relief, she can almost visualize retching up all of the negativity and frustration and leaving it there on the ground so she can run her errand in peace.

    By the time Ty gets her night vision set up, Mairin's finished, and is taking a look around from her knees. Granted she can't see diddly squat... But that's what Ty is for isn't it? She stands, slowly. "Hey, do you have a flashlight or something?" She says. She hasn't even put the earpiece in or anything. She looks down at Ty. "Look, Nettie is terrified about us getting hurt. Do you really think she'd send us somewhere *that* dangerous before teaching us a single spell?"

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    It's OK to vomit. That's a rule in most rules of magic, at least the ones taught currently in NYC.

    The darkness is enveloping. The stars are shining through spotty cloud color. It's currently a 'balmy' 40 degrees.

    And it's wet. Welcome to the bog!

    There doesn't seem to be anyone around. It's quiet.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    DC spins around, and just stares at Mairin, and points to her ear. She then points to her thoart. The woman's eyes are very cold right now, as she puts a finger up to her mouth in a shush motion. THe woman draws the black medal knife as she looks around. That one eye seems to be glowing. DC makes a motion with her hand over her head, and points to her left. She also points to her throat, and makes motion of talking with her hand. Hopefully Mairin will understand what DC is saying.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin rolls her eyes and puts Ty's equipment on. "There..." she whispers. "Happy? Now do you have a flashlight or anything because I'm not walking through a bog in the black of night without one. Nettie can get her own damn flowers."
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    She shivvers a bit, and holds her arms around her. "Couldn't even give us a heads-up on the weather," she grips softly. "I would have brought a coat. Hell, she didn't even tell me I was going anywhere... At least you got that much."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    It's cool, and damp, and dark still. Up ahead, there are lights. Dancing lights. In bluish colors, slowly meandering along the paths in front of them.

    There is also humming.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    DC shakes her head. She whispers without moving her mouth, but in the ear piece, its like she's talking normally. "I'm used to morning missions like this. Plus I'm a sniper. I wouldn't bring something that would give away my location.", she tells. The merc stays low as she looks around. "Listen. There's humming. And I don't see a source.", she tells. "If you need a light, I can give you a low light glowstick, but its only good for about 3 or 4 feet of light, and it makes you a target for anything thats looking for light, and exposes us to danger."

Mairin Moran has posed:
    "I guess I walk blind then." She motions for Ty to lead on. "I think the humming is coming from the will-o-wisps. I'll follow you. Just head downhill. And don't follow the lights. Just focus on the best path to the lowest point."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    The humming is drawn from the blue-white lights, which flicker and flit about, until one of them decides to get curious. It zips along and draws close to Tynan's right shoulder, glowing, pulsing, and humming. It gives a quiet 'HmmmmmMMM?' of curiousity, then flits ahead of her.

    The others are beginning to come in closer. They light up the area around them.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    DC focuses her mind a bit. She nods her head to Mairin a bit. The woman starts to make her way downhil as she tries to stay straight. She takes a moment to stop. She whispers into the mike. "Your eyes should start to adjust to the darkness a bit."

    DC tries not to notice the Will of the Wisp. "Stay focused. As for what Nettie does, don't be surprised. We had a talk, and it wasn't exactly pretty.", she tells. "I think this is a test to see if we can work or not."

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin grumps slightly, her own eyes focussed intently on Ty's back, extra light or no. "What was your talk about?" She whispers, curious, and wanting to keep herself from focussing on anything but Ty's back.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    The path leads lower down; it's rocky and slow-ish going. The rock faces are steep in places, but there's handy hand-holes also carved into the rock!

    The way down crosses back once or twice, and the Willowisps stay close to the two, each one giving a soft humming, musical in tone, never quite touching one or the other but zooming about as if they might!

    And finally, the two come to the bottom of the glen, where there's far mroe marshy and boggy ground.

    Now, Sundew are easy to spot in the light, in season. They're a cheery bit of redness. In their dormacy, they look like clods of mud.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    DC sighs. "Do you have any idea of what this stuff looks like?", she asks. The woman stretches a little bit. "Also, save the talk for later. Its up to Nettie to decide how to take the conversation.", she tells.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    "At least you little guys are good for something," Mairin whispers to the wisps, without actually looking at them. But the light is handy as she makes her way down the rocks. She takes note of the handholds though. Obviously this is a place people come to often. Which means most creatures should avoid it entirely. Aside from those who are here *specificly* to prey on that foot traffic.

    As they reach the bottom, Mairin curses softly. "Well these shoes are going in the trash. I don't think I'm ever getting the stink out of them." She looks up at the land surrounding. "Fair enough. I'm pretty sure she's already made her mind up about me though." She takes a step in, squinting through the dark. They should be about a half-dollar in size... little clods of mud. It's going take us forever to fill these. Still, let's stick together. I don't feel like splitting up is a good idea. Just in case."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Splitting up, aye, horrible idea." comes a voice, "Bound tae git lost."

    The silver-dollar sized plants are plucked up and deposited. None of them are their classic bright red at this time of year.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    DC sighs a bit. "If the old sailor stories are true, ignore the voices. Stay the course.", she tells. The woman makes a quick portal, and pulls out a MP5. She flips it to burst fire. "Hey, I'll cover ya. Get the stuff, so we can go back.", she tells. The woman covers Mairin. Something is making the hair on the back of DC's neck is making her edgy. Something doesn't feel right. She's slowly covering the area.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin stops as she hears the voice, turns toward it, and takes a step closer to Ty. Not behind her, and not so close that she might interfere with something she'd do, but a step closer nonetheless. When Ty tells her to keep picking, she crouches down and does so as quickly as she can. She has to trust Ty. She has the night vision and can see far better. Mairin's eyes are better used looking at the ground for flowers.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Ach, wouldn't do that if /I/ were you, lady. We haven't had company here for close to five years! We're *HONGRY*." the voice comes again.

    The whisps draw a little tighter around the duo, casting their blue-white light.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    DC takes a deep breath as she focuses her mind. The woman focuses on the closest Wisp. "Safety's off. Move faster, Rabbit. I'm about to pull the trigger, and things are going to get nasty.", she says. The woman takes a deep breath. While DC knows Mairin hates that handle, DC thinks that Mairin would rather be called Rabbit rather then be cursed.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin scuttles to the side, plucking flowers with calm efficiency. There's really no reason to be scared after all. She has full confidence that Nettie would not send them somewhere they couldn't handle. So there isn't anything here, that they can't either defeat, outsmart, or run away from. She takes a deep breath, finding her will there deep down. Nettie wouldn't let them get hurt. Not really. She finds her calm, and she picks flowers as fast as she can without panicking. Because, she realizes... She trusts Nettie.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Nettie wouldn't let them get hurt, no.

    Little possessed every once in a while, maybe. But not hurt. Seriously. By other people. Except maybe John in his grumpy way. Or turned into a cat.

    But the fact of the matter was, if Nettie thought the place was more than they could handle, she wouldn't be monitoring their progress.

    The carniverous plants are picked. The will o wisps are a bit closer to the group, beginning to pulse back and forth, the humming sounding a bit worried.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    "A little faster please. I don't like standing in one place for this long unless I have a rifle primed.", she says. The woman keeps looking around. DC moves down to a shooters crouch, and the first thought in her mind...She's sending the cleaning bill to Nettie. And yes, Taskmaster Dry Cleaning is very expensive, especially if he has to clean stuff! Yeah, think about that white cowl he has on, and how much blood gets on it! Either way, DC feels like something is off...Might just be her mercenary mindset that things can never be easy.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Well, worried wisps is better than creepy voices. Mairin finishes off one bag, whips it around to tie it closed, and starts filling the second. Each motion calm, efficient, and controlled. And the only sound she makes is a soft mumbling to herself. Almost like she's chanting.

    Shuffle... pick... shuffle... Pick... Pick...

    Second bag.... done. She stands.

    "I'm done. Lets get out." She starts backing toward the wall.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "And how d'ye tink you're going tae leave us, little Miss?" the disembodied voice asks.

    And there's a soft grasp of hands against the stone somewhere to the left of the two.

    "Ye ain't got the right key to get back!" another voice cackles, A third joins in "An' we're so hungry... so very hungry..."

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    DC shakes her head a bit as she looks around. Don't let it be f'n zombies. Ty didn't bring anti zombie gear. "Listen, don't rush. I have you covered. Just focus on moving smoothly to the wall. Slow is smooth, smooth is fast.", she tells. "I have you covered at the moment, so focus on getting back to the circle.", DC says as she keeps her back to Mairin, focusing on the voices, and keeping the MP5 level. DC is focused on keeping the civvie safe.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    If they needed a key to get back, Nettie would have given it to them. Or she would be confident they would find it here. Or they would already have it. Nettie wouldn't send them somewhere with no plan to get them back.

    Mairin continues backing away toward the place they came down. She isn't rushing. If anything, task now accomplished, she's a little curious. But not enough to stop walking slowly, smoothly, and calmly, toward the wall untill she hits it and can climb up. She even slings the bags ovr her arms in prep to do just that.

    But, seriously. What is walking that sound?

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Scritch. Scrraaaaatch. Like nails against the rock.

    SCritch. SCRahTCH. Metal nails against a chalkboard. A feeling of forboding... and then -- a little creature appears. It has wide, almond-shaped eyes that take up most of its skull. A sharp, upturned nose and pointed ears, scraggly hair -- and a very, very red cap.

    "Come, come pretties, ye'd be best walkin' with me. Allow me to wash my hat! Ever so red!"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    DC sucks in a breath. "AVALON!", she cries out, and the energy shield flares to life. Yeah, there's light now! Plenty of blue light! "Move, move, move.", she says. DC keeps the shield between her and the Redcap. DC tries to keep her focus by saying a quick buddhist mantra to keep her mind settled. She's dealing with something that's definitely magical, and not friendly...

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin spots the redcap and pauses for a half-second. Her heart skips a beat, there's a sharp intake of breath, and then... calm. Think it through, Mairin. But even as she's thinking, she's making her way up the path as quickly and safely as she can.

    "Come up! I'm not going to just leave you down there."

    She has a seed of a theory.. but tis's till germinating.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Avalon had nothing to do with it. With that blue light glowing off its eyes, the redcap begins to skitter closer, moving like a cross between some sort of ape and some sort of spider, it slimbs bending in unnatural directions as it makes its way closer.

    "Come, come now pretties! Come be part of the Glen!" it jeers, broken, sharp teeth!

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Avalon is just the code to activate DC's energy shield. While she can manually do it with a flick of her wrist, DC likes saying Avalon cause of Arthurian legend that she idolizes. DC keeps the shield between her and the Redcap, as well as giving Mairin the cover she needs to climb. "Oy, worry about getting that stuff back to Nettie. I'll catch a flight back home after dealing with this thing. Mission first.", she tells. The merc thinks about what she has in her bag of tricks, and mutters a bit. She has nothing that really effects magical beings cause she's never...really fought one before...

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin backs away slowly, but isn't letting Ty get too far behind. And eventually she just stops. It's not going to work. And something else keeps bothering her too. Something about a key they don't have.

    "Screw it," she whispers. Nettie's alrady probably going to kill her if this thing doesn't. She might as well go down like a witch.

    She stands up straight, finds her center, and focusses her will into the tips of her fingers as they flash through the motions, in mid-air, of the circle she's 90% certain is the right one. The first thing Nettie ever taught her. "Kitten, duck!" she whispers, then just as soft, but with her entire will behind it... "Ignus."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Focus your will. Pull it through you. Find it in your head, and then bring it down to your heart, and will it into being.

    And Mairin sees fire. A slightly uncontrolled fireball, about the size of a softball, leaps from her fingers and strikes the redcap right in its ugly nose.

    Which shrinks and turns black, and then flaps its wings as it laughs and caws and calls out "OH! Oh do I owe Nettie a box of biscuits for THAT one! I bet it'd be the Gunner first!"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    DC ducks her head, and keeps the shield up. Then the fireball goes over her head as she watches. Then she blinks a little bit. "Its just a dirty old bird.", she mutters. DC flicks her wrist, turning the shield off. The woman starts climbing up. "Alright lets go.", she says. "Also, why bet on me. I told Nettie in the first place I wasn't going for the big bangs. I was going for what was going to help me accomplish missions! Fireballs attact attention.", she mutters at the bird. THe professionalism is gone now that she knows it was just a training mission. "If we were going to make that type of bet, I would have bet on me learning invisability or healing first.", she mutters.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    "What the... hell?" Mairin whispers as she tracks Corvax flapping away through the light of the wisps. Then just shakes her head.

    "Of course." Of course it was all a trick. And a part of her does want to get mad. She hates being tricked. But the better part of her knows why Nettie did it. She's been a teacher. She knows how lab excersises work. You give the students a problem, one you created and have all the variables calculated for, and you let them solve it.

    She's still shaking her head as she turns to climb back out of the pit, looking at her hand with a satisfied smile. Well, it may or may not have been the solution Nettie was hoping for. But, either way, she did it. On her own. This time, *she* did the saving.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Nah, nah Mairin. I figured Ty-cat would be the one to take the shot at me!" Corvax laughs, and he comes to the ground, hopping a couple little homs, and scratches at the ground in one place, hops another couple hops, and scratches at another place.

    And then a sort of, doorway lights up between them.

    "Truth be told, Nettie *did* get hurt earlier an' couldn't collect these. They were ordered by a customer. So, in you get, ladies." he motions with a wing.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    DC shakes her head a little bit. "I don't have anything that can really harm anything magical. Typically, when it comes to magic, most mercs just run away then deal with it. Or headshot the caster when they're not paying attention.", she tells. The woman sighs a bit as she hops in. "As I told Nettie, I don't have a lot of money that I can waste.", she tells. "I was going to wait, and shield bash, 3 shot burst to the chest, and retreat if you got close enough."

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin can't be mad at the little guy as he hops around looking all cute. And she laughs to herself as she lets Ty go through ahead of her. But when it comes to walking through the door herself... she hesitates.

    She's still pretty sure Nettie's going to be mad at her, even though it seems from Corvax that they were expectng either Mairin or Ty to use magic. She's just so uncertain anymore what is going to make Nettie mad, and what isn't. She's can't predict the woman at all. And that, more than anything, scares her.

    But, she has to go home eventually. So she takes a deep breath and plunges through. No matter what Nettie thinks of her, she knows she's not helpless anymore. And that's more than she knew this morning.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    And they are back int he workshop.

    There's towels and bathrobes and fresh, hot cups of tea waiting for them on the table. There's warm scones and Irish butter, and Nettie is sitting at a bench, wearing a pair of goggles as she works on scribing something into a piece of metal.

    "Welcome back ladies." she greets them both without turning. "What did we learn on this runabout?"

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    "That I really should ask for a bigger payout on this mission then normal? Or that I was right to say that Mairin was going to learn magic outside of here? That you have a dirty bird for a familiar that wast trying to lure us to his lair?", DC comments. The woman removes the half mask, and pulls back the cowl. She looks at the tea a moment, and then sips it.

    "Mairin, go shower. Mud and blood is normal on me, so a little stench isn't going to bother me.", she tells. Now that there's light, Mairin would see Ty's lips are blue, and her skin is a bit...pinkish. She was cold out there as well. The mission first though. "Turn the water on slowly. You hop in like you are now, and it'll shock you pretty good. Warm it up slowly.", she warns.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    "Thank you, Ty," Mairin answers, a bit of a laugh in her voice. A far cry from what it was when they went in. But she doesn't move for the shower.

    She almost answers Nettie with, 'Redcaps are pushovers?' but she's still trying to gauge the air, so instead she just takes a cup of tea and finds somewhere close but out of the way to stand.

    A few other, more sarcastic, comments also float through her head, before she settles on, "To trust that you wont send us into something we can't handle." It's said softly, but loud enough for Nettie to hear.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "Depends on the redcap. Some are older than others. Nettie replies, and she waves her hand at the table.

    "Through the shop, up the stairs one flight, on the right. There's shower stalls. It's like a dorm room. Place used to house some sort of dormatories. Excuse the avocado green, it was the 70's." she states, and she puffs on a cigarette a moment as she considers.

    "Drink the tea first, though. It'll warm your insides, then y ou can warm your outsides. I'll take care of your affects in a moment." she mumbles, adn she turns a page.

    "I try not to send people into situations that I don't know if they can handle. Also, sometimes you surprise yourselves, as well as your teacher. I especially enjoyed Tynan being very protective. Warms my little heart." she gives a slight grin as she tries to etch with one hand.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty shakes her head a little bit as she stretches. She sips her tea a bit, letting the warmth spread through her body. She sighs a bit, and grabs the robe and slippers. The merc heads upstairs. After a few seconds, there's a loud thud, and Ty's gear is in a bundle that just lands on the ground at the bottom of the steps. Hopefully Mairin doesn't try to pick it up. Armored gear does have some weight to it. Its not long before Ty comes back and sighs a bit. She flops in a chair, clean, before falling asleep pretty quickly. A soldier's gift. Being able to sleep anywhere anytime if they feel safe.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin watches Ty go then stands there for a bit, sipping her tea and watching Nettie work. "So... That's it?" She asks after a while. Not mad... Not even perturbed really. Just.. verifying. "We're free to go?"

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Nettie pauses, and she turns to look up at Mairin.

    "Did I ever give an indicator that you weren't?" Nettie asks. "It's your choice to stay or not, Mairin. No one should make you do one or the other.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Sleeping Ty-kitteh. ZZZZZ! ZZZZ! Yup, Ty has no intention of leaving tonight.

Mairin Moran has posed:
    She sighs and shifts her feet. "You know what I mean, Nettie," She says with a sigh. "Why do you have to take everything I say and turn it around to mean something else? Or take something I say the wrong way without even trying to give me the benifit of the doubt? Or asking what I mean. Why does everything have to be so complicated? I'm trying to reach out to you but... You just keep pushing me away."

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    Nettie blinks a moment, and she turns to Mairin. "Do you ever ask me for clarification? Keep in mind I'm so, so much older than you are. Language changes all the time. When I was born, for instance, we did not have all this 'yeet' and 'flossing' and 'grooviness'..." Nettie mumbles, and she etches again.

    "I'm not sure how to speak to you in such a way to make it more clear that would reflect the respect I have for your intelegence."

Mairin Moran has posed:
    Mairin thinks about this, for a good while actually, finishing her tea as she does. "I don't want to fight with you, Nettie," she says softly as she sets the cup down. "It... It makes me all... sick inside." She leans back against the wall. "I know you respect me. And... I hope you know that I respect you. You're a great teacher. I wouldn't be able to do anything at all without you. And Ty... well she'd be even more of a knucklehead than she is now. I know I mess up. A lot. And I frustrate you. But I want you to know... I'm glad you too me in." She pauses, then turns to leave.

Nettie Crowe has posed:
    "I'm not looking for a fight, Mair. I'm looking for..." Nettie pauses, and she purses her lips. "A road map." she replies, and then she gives a slight wave. "Mairin, go get cleaned up. You're welcome to crash in one of the chairs. I won't be open tomorrow. Friend of mine... hsi daughter's ill. I'll be helping to mind some things."

Mairin Moran has posed:
    She turns around, her brow furrowed. "I want that roadmap too, Nettie. That's all I want. Tell me what to do, and I'll do it." Her voice is almost pained. "Good night." She grabs a towl, robe, and heads upstairs to shower, and then to the reading chair to sleep with Emily curled in her lap.