#kc_necropolis

He stands, and the only reason he towers over her is because she's still on the bed. "Callidora Carolos. I have half a mind to call Caesar to carry you bodily home!"

"Id have him forgetting why he was here and heading back, and then you would have me to deal with angry instead off affectionate. Really, Darling, this borders on the sexist."

"I'm not some dainty flower"

"It's well over the outrageous border of Insanity!!"

"You're yelling" she says, which she often says if it will win her an argueemnt and he IS in fact raising his voice

"You're far from a helpless flower, although I would stipulate your daintiness.... But this is not something you can be here for! The team is already assembled and approved!" Indeed, his volume is... righteously strident.

"It's a poor dealer who can't adapt to a wildcard every few hands" A 'delicate' sniff

He's fairly vibrating with indignation. "You -cannot- be involved."

"can...not" Odd that eyes can be so heated and a voice so frosty "can not... " One more time as if tasting it with other flavors and still not liking "can not" mmm nope, doesn't sit well either way, anyway "Well, I'm here now. Shall I go shopping? say around the hill area? on my own?"

"WILL Not." He doubles down.

"No no," She says shaking her head and stripping the wedding dress off, not to be charming, but because she's not going to yell at him while wearing this and yelling is definitely growing possible "I do not like will not any better. So no. no."

"Will not." Firmly. "Cannot and will not. Go home, Callidor... what are you doing?" At her stripping. "That is not going to work."

"MMm hhmm" She says, fiddling with a clasp and revealing more and more of her bare back "of course not, dear."

He folds his arms over his chest, although she cannot see it. "You have to go home."

"Sweetness, I don't have to do anything except be horned and eventually reincarnate" Flat out, "You seem to be forgetting something. " Stripping more , "I love you, but you are not my boss, you're my business partner, you're not my husband, you're my lover; you're not my teacher...unless you want to role play sometime, I can get a school girl outfit ... in short." A full proud turn around, "You don't get to order me around, you sexy neanderhobbit"

He looks genuinely upset, even angry.

"Callidora...." He takes a deep breath in, burning slowly. "If I agree you can be here, be part of this... will you obey orders? That is critical, for the mission."

"As long as the order isn't go home" She says "You seem to forget dear, I've been part of cliques and...organizations that make most black ops look like saints"

She is angry at him but changing into a hotel robe, or HIS night robe if none is provided

His, in that case.

It more accents fetchingly rather than truly covers

"I know you have, Dearest. It's a fact I take great delight in."

"Damn it, Callidora!" He pops, exploding slightly with frustration.

"Mm I show up in a wedding dress and all you can think to do is yell at me" Huruphs "Fine, I know I am the wild card here, and a latecomer to your well oiled machine. So.. what part would you have me play? I Realize it will not likely be a staring... DON'T YELL AT ME!!" She flares when he yells again. No sidhe, she is a daughter of pan and a mix of anger, irritation, and desire cook on her like a heat haze on a dallas summer street

"Callidora! Do you think ... " He touches the dress. "... yelling at you is not all I can think of, it's all I'll -let- myself think of." He scowls, drawing himself up.

The dress sparks, but empty of glamour it does not have the magic to whisk him way to..whoever he could see himself marrying

"Well. Let it not be said I would bully the woman I love, then." He goes to the closet, and gets his suitcase out. It is still mostly full, but there are toiletries and a few sundry items about the room.

"See, this is the problem with non satyrs, no sense of the proper release of passions. Really dear, you're not an amateur. You'll think of where to place me..." A pause "Would sex calm you down?"

"No, it would cause me pain." As he packs neatly and efficiently. "I love you and I want to be free to say so and this is how I can do that but I don't want you in contact with this network. That's.... counterproductive." And she can see just a bit of Killian's cold calculation.

"then I will not go as Callidora," she says then realizes what he's doing and sits on the suitcase, "You're not living here with out me"

"Callidora, get off... no, move your... get..... " He stops and huffs, hands on his hips, staring at her.

She wiggles rather than moves off "Not until you promise me you are not sending me away or trying to ditch me and that I will be a part of this however minor, or so help me I will go to the hill myself"

He covers his face with his hands.

Crossed arms and a snort.

Muffled muttering from behind that flimsy shield.

"Well, what shall it be?"

"Dearest.... not to be indelicate but how did your Randolph pass?"

"Randy? " Mention of that name catches her off guard, even deflating her rage a bit

"What's that to do with anything?"

"Indulge my morbid curiosity?"

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CC looks very vulnerable for a moment, then "There better be a point to this beyond curiosity. But yes, you deserve to know about my first great love, as you are my second"

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In another place, not Kansas City, a hotel room has an impromptu visitor who has just been asked a very serious question. "Randy, I told you, was not Caesar's father. Mind you, I mean in the sense he did not provide the seed in question, but oh he would have been a good dad" She says, "Satyrs are passionate, Randy was laid back where I was intense. He could let go, where some things I..had trouble., If Da'an were better designed, I would have been the one who died. Take a seat. This won't be easy and I'm probably going to end up crying. If you try to take advantage of my tears to get me to leave I may slap you silly and you'd deserve it."

He exhales heavily, and sits in the horrible hotel chair across from the bed next to the small, sad, round table. "I would." He pause. "Would you care for a drink? I haven't much, but...."

"Not until I'm sure you won't try to slip me a sedative and ship me off" perhaps a bit harsh to say, but while she loves her man she'd be a fool not to recognize he can be devious

"you know, of course, I ran to the Court to keep Caesar in my hands. The noble who thought I was 'unfit' as a mother believed himself the hero of the tale, well, when heroes would tear a mother and her child apart, so be it. I would learn Witchcraft and bring ruin to his kingdom. I didn't pick the narrative, I just decided to make the most of it when I saw there might be a way to keep my son."

An irritated look crosses his face, but then he settles back to listen.

He nods.

"Randy was not involved in the Court, he a good man who anchored me from, well, possibly going even further than I did. Satyr aren't given to monogomy of body, and in truth dear, it's not until our grump years that we even develop strong preferences for a regular lover at times- at least it was for me. I sampled so many men and women of so many times that baskin robbins 31 flavors had nothing on me. I'm ashamed of that. Yet somehow, Randy was the one I called when I need someone to hold me instead of just take me. Lord knows why he didn't inform me to stop calling, but he dropped his own flings to help me out." A deep breath, "Well, one thing about being in the Shadow Court. One makes enemies even as one eliminates some. The Intrigues of the Shadow Nobles would see to that if nothing else did, but every clique had their games. Might surprise you to know they sometimes worked at cross purposes. Or maybe it wouldn't?"