Owner	Pose
Morgan le Fay	The clack of keys is heard as one Morgan le Fey is typing up papers after school. The door's on the latch and the chain is on, as Morgan's focused on her laptop, watching the text scroll over the screen, typing up an essay about this or that. She stretches and gets to her feet. There'a rustle of curtain as Merlin bounds in mewingg. That cat loves the fact he can just go through a portal and chase mice while Morgan is doing her thing. Morgan's got her jeans, t-shirt and boots, and a winter coat to finish the emsemble, but she is conflicted and torn. Sure, she likes school. But. But....it's a means to an end really. But she wants to figure this out. Oh sure an education is nice. But. She's torn on it. She much prefers skipping classes and is ruthless and motivated to get what she wants, because she has lofty goals and ambitions.
The Straw Man	"You're a pretty kitty," comes a young voice, followed by an outstretched hand. A hand attached to a young woman. She looks like an acquaintance from child hood, as a matter of fact. What was that girl's name? Sarissa? It's as if someone had plucked her out of history and dropped her in the apartment. The girl sits on her knees, seeming to pay no heed to her intrusive presence, as if the apartment were some sort of public property that she was accessing, like a park or a city sidewalk.
Morgan le Fay	"Who are you and how'd you get in here?" Morgan asks, watching Sarissa as she reaches for a sword under the desk. A bona fide, actual, honest to the gods sword. Steel. Hilt. Pommel. Morgan has it in a hand and watches the other girl. "You want a cat, there's shelters. I can tell you the nearest one if you tell me what you want" Morgan says simply. The sword's by her side, but she can bring it to strike at a moment's notice.
The Straw Man	The petting of the cat continues for a few more seconds, as if she didn't hear the demand. After a moment, Sarissa looks casually in Morgan's direction. "Oh, I just wanted to pet him," she says. "He seems a nice little guy. Unless you're a mouse. I suppose it's all perspective, really." She watches as the cat strolls away. "Funny how one person might view something as harmless and innocent, but someone else might see that same person as the devil themself, don't you think?" The sword receives so little attention that she might even be thought blind if it weren't for the fact that those green eyes make direct eye contact when she does look Morgan's way.
Morgan le Fay	Morgan watches with the sword at her side. "You wanted to pet him? That's why you came in here?" she asks, scarecely believing what she's hearing. "Seriously?" Watching Sarissa, Morgan smilesa little."Perspective" Morgan says. "Yes, you're right. Who is the judge of what's right?" Oh Morgan has plans and schemes...
The Straw Man	"That is a good question, isn't it?" She stands to her feet, tip-toeing to the closet and peeking in. After looking at the boots on the floor, she continues, as if it was a satisfactory examination. "Most people have some sense of God...or gods, or some ambiguous 'universe' that holds some sort of justice. But...that's not much your pace, is it? You have your own sense of 'right'. Morality is far easier to achieve when it's fully subjective."
Morgan le Fay	Morgan pauses watching her. "What?" she asks, "Are you getting at? Morality is subjective? Of course it is. I have little time for churches or prayer" Morgan adds. Great, per past lives are peering through. Great, great... Morgan watches Sarissa again."I do what's right" Morgan says, a half agreement to the point of Morgan having her own speed of doing things.
The Straw Man	"Naturally," Sarissa answers. "Very comforting when the past tries to come back and accuse you. Might be a good way to handle those nightmares," she suggests. Then you can go on making things right here. You need your sleep for things like that," she admonishes, moving to pick up one of the boots. "But...why the boots? You know it's not the seventh century anymore, right?" There's a smirk, and the boot is dropped back down to its place before the closet is closed.
Morgan le Fay	Morgan watches Sarissa silently for a moment as her inspection of the closet is finished. "So you inspected my cat, and closet. So" Morgan says, and her voice is suddenly cold. "You want to talk about the past coming back to haunt me?" she asks simply, watching her with narrowed eyes. "You think I need sleep and to deal with the pastt?" Morgan flares her nostrils and watches silently, as if sshe's judging the other woman.
The Straw Man	"Oh, I don't want anything," Sarissa answers, with a giggle and a dismissive waft of the hand. "Nothing more than what you want. I just sometimes wonder what it is you actually want, though. Perhaps you could talk me through it. You've been at this so long, and it seems you just end up back at the beginning of your trail fairly frequently." Judged or not judged, Sarissa has the atmosphere of someone who seems to be taking great amusement in the entire interaction as she moves to a skip and land on the chair at the desk, causing it to rotate a little as she pulls one knee up and hugs it.
Morgan le Fay	Morgan sighs and waves a hand. "What's next, are you going to eat the ice cream in my fridge too?" she asks sarcastically. She does havee ie cream, true. But she's not revealing that. Instead she sighs. "What do I want? Take a wild guess" she says and stalks to the closet, leaning on the door quietly...she wonders just how Sarissa knows about her.
The Straw Man	"I'm willing to wager right now you want me to leave you alone," Sarissa says with a grin. "You want power, though. You want to be on top. Perfectly dull and average, if you ask me. Everybody wants to rule the world. Most wouldn't know what to do if they did, though." She shrugs, looking up as if in thought. "It's amusing to watch, to be certain. People who reflect enough find they want to be happy, but even that can be a rather moving target. What makes you happy, anyway? Would it be to settle down with a herd of children? Be a powerful CEO, world power? Feared by enemies? Loved by the masses?"     She stands, and starts to make her way to the aforementioned fridge. "Ice cream in the fridge you said?" she asks, opening the door and pulling the carton out. "There it is." She seems to know where the bowls are instinctively, pulling two out and placing them on the counter. "I think that's what makes happiness such a bad goal, it's rather fluid nature. Much easier to focus on something tangible. Something you can tape to the fridge and say 'That's what I want.' Something to beat, something to win."
Morgan le Fay	Morgan's quiet while contemplating just what to respond with. She knows what she wants, but.... "I want to kill those who have crossed me, and who have hurt me" she says. "I want to claim what is rightfully mine" Oh here she goes. Get the popcorn, get the ice cream. Wait, Sarissa's already on that. "I want to take what belongs to me, and call it mine" she says slowly, eyes narrowing as she waves a hand around the apartment. "This is my piece of the country. But I want what I should have" she says firmly, then grabs a spoon and looks to the ice cream, then Sarissa. If Sarissa knows as much about Morgan....then, Morgan's laying a trail for Sarissa to catch onto. At least. That's the plan.
The Straw Man	"Control," Sarissa says. She gracefully slides the open ice cream carton as if in example, giving her that control over dishing the sweet treat. "I suppose it will keep you busy as long as you keep reincarnating, won't it? Gain it, lose it. Gain it, lose it." She leans agains the fridge. "I'd call it monotonous but who am I to judge?"