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Fading out is an echo of two voices...

"He's an angsty, emo, heartless sorcerer swordsman."

"He totally needs to get laid, then."

There's never a good closet around when you need one- at least, ever since someone came up with Rule #3. So what if Laini and Zelgadiss missed the stairs and whatever else door they were aiming for- They're at least out of the bar right now, and Laini is doing her best to get him out of his clothes.

(As for hers- Shapeshifter. That will only take a moment, unless he wants to help as well!)

They crash the door into the back room and onto a convenient couch. Zel winces a bit as the back of his head hits the armrest (because Laini is totally doing the pouncing) and, noticing their surroundings, says eloquently, "Um. Where are we?"

Laini blinks, maybe finally distracted. Somewhat. "Good question- though someone did leave a drink here."

Zelgadiss eyes said drink. It's blue. Very blue. "Yeah, but what sort is it?"

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"Yes."

Becca looks earnestly up at him, hands clasped together.

"There's this girl called Star, see, and this other one called TL, and - I don't know why, they keep putting things that are entirely their own fault onto me! Loudly and publicly! It's terrible!"

"Lies! Becca lies!" There is a loud cry from a very harmless looking person! ...not as harmless looking as Becca because darn, she's good, but.

:O!!!

Wellard blinks, looking between the two.

"This is one of my tormentors!" Becca proclaims, dramatically, and falls over into a swoon.

. . . okay, maybe she just trips and falls over.

"Ack!" The tormentor squeaks, and tries to save her.

And ends up being knocked over into Wellard.

"...Ow. Geeze, Becca. Why must you cause these things?!"

There is much quiet flailing, here. Wellard manages to keep himself from falling over as well while catching TL.

"Um- Ah. Ladies- er. Are you both alright?"

"Star sent him over here," Becca says sulkily, from the floor. "She started it. And I bet you egged her on."

"Thanks, I'm fine," TL says, beaming up at him. Beam beam beam. She got caught! She's a lady!

And then straightens herself up. "I did not! I didn't even know Star was here.

So there."

Crossing of arms and tongue sticking out, duly commence. TL is mature!

Whatever. Wellard is too young for Becca anyways.

"I don't know if she is here in person," Becca is forced to admit, "but he said he'd heard vicious lies about me. That can only be Star's fault. Or yours, if you told Finn to tell him, except then Finn would be over here doing his scary thing and trying to protect Wellard from me -"

Wellard just keeps eyeing the both of them with puzzled amusement-

Until he eyes Becca. "I don't think I need anyone to protect me- well, at least here."

"Finn wouldn't agree with you," TL says matter-of factly, glancing behind Wellard nervously. "Where is he, anyways?"

If he is around she will just be right behind Becca, using her has a shield.

"I don't know," Becca says, biting her lip, "and it makes me nervous. And I know you don't think so," she adds, to Wellard, in a kindly fashion, "but the only thing Finn and Mary probably agree on in the world is that you're wrong there, and to be honest I'm a little more afraid of them than I am you. I mean, I respect you a lot! But I'm pretty sure my shins are safe from you."

Wellard takes a deep breath, rubbing the bridge of his nose. There may be muttering along the lines of getting no respect.

"That is what you get," TL says loftily, "for getting yourself in danger so often."

Then, warily, "No, seriously, Wellard, where is he? If you want to be a gentleman of any way, shape, or form please please please please tell me? Mary might kill my shins but Finn would just kill plain old me."

Long moment.

"And Becca. Got to think of Becca. It's all her fault in the first place."

"It is not. And Finn wouldn't kill me," Becca says, rather smugly. "Because then there would be no Paul and then where would he be?"

"There won't be any killing of any sort, tonight." A quick reassurance to TL, but he is back to eyeing the both of them.

A quick retreat may be the safest bet here.

"Ah- how about I leave it to the both of you to figure out, as to who's fault it is, and so forth, and you can tell me later, alright?"

TL flops down next to Becca and hugs her. "Make him save me, then! Finn would listen to him, at least.

"Oh, don't. Please? We've got tea. Somewhere. And-- I've been meaning to ask you about your flying ship, Finn is very ignorant about it."

Wiiiide eyes.

"He might sacrifice us to the greater good, is the only thing," Becca explains, making a face. "If he thought it was. You know."

She puts a comforting arm around TL.

"There, there, it'll be all right. Mr. Wellard will stay and protect us even though he thinks we're dangerous lunatics."

Becca gets an amused look- she has that right, if nothing else.

With a wry smile and shrug, Wellard carefully sits down on the floor. "I suppose I can do that- do both, really." He glances at TL.

"Did you have any specific questions?"

"Not dangerous, just lunatics," TL assures him happily. "I was actually curious as to how you were going to ensure that the officials didn't freak out when they saw you flying your ship about their countries. Also lots of other things, like if you're employing any computational technology so that the ship is semi-self-regulating."

:D.

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