wasted promise.

[Tsi'la Yanisan] Damn that drunken old man for getting her on an ice cream kick. Started with dinner and ice cream... now she's leaning more on ice cream than her tea house visits.

Next thing you know she'll be drinking plum wine and getting a karaoke machine.

She steps out of the ice cream parlor with a double scoop of something scrumptious in a bowl, and taking her sweet time doing it. She still has the leg brace on, so hurrying in any sense isn't much of an option anyways. At least it lets her wear pants. Skirts and dresses were just getting too sketchy to wear lately. But either way... she doesn't look much like she fits in. Native american girl in chinatown... wearing nice slacks and blouse with a leg brace.

She smiles and waves back to the clerk behind the counter before she moves out into foot traffic, getting her a few glares at her lack of moving with the flow of it. Settling into her own relaxed pace.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] As Tsi'la is coming out of the ice cream parlor, a man -- a rather tall, imposing man, blackhaired and broadshouldered -- is going in. His eyes flick to her twice, a quick subtle doubletake. Perhaps she only notices because of their color: a blue so pale they're nearly colorless. Nearly clear.

Perhaps she also notices because the air around him seems to crackle with unease. He's well- and conservatively dressed, not the sort of man a lone woman would dread seeing alone on a street late at night, but the sensation is something of the same. Unsafe. Dangerous. Predator.

She can see him looking at her again over his shoulder as he goes in. The door swings shut, then. He's inside for a few moments...

...and then emerges again, ice cream sundae in its little paper cup. Bit cold for ice cream, but seems like Tsi'la isn't the only one with a sweet tooth. His strides are long, covering ground quickly. He catches up to her.

"I don't think we've met before," he says. Maybe she's readying the pepper spray by now.

[Tsi'la Yanisan] The man gets a polite smile, despite the crackle of air around him, and a subtle tilt of her head as she watches curiously. She steps back out of the flow of foot traffic once he passes on into the parlor, and she enjoys her ice cream.

Her eyes glance back to him when she feels the gaze, and then turn off towards Ling's, then back to him. Debating on whether or not to stay or go. But before she has time to decide for sure, he's stepping back out and speaking to her. She blinks back over to him, brief look of deer caught in the headlights look crossing her face before that warm, polite smile finds it's way back. She shakes her head no to him. "No... We have not sir."

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] There's a great deal of height difference between Tsi'la and the stranger. He's well over six feet, a monolith in his dark wool peacoat. It's a little under fifty degrees tonight. He's wearing thin leather gloves ... and eating his sundae. Which is orange-and-vanilla, with sprinkles on top.

Not quite serial killer fare.

"I'm Lukáš," he says. There isn't a trace of accent in his voice, but the name is not English, and it comes off his tongue easily enough that he has to be a native speaker. Russian, perhaps. Polish. Something eastern-european to match that bone structure: the broad brow, wide sharp cheekbones. "I'm a colleague of Bai Chou's." He sticks the little plastic spoon in the middle of a mound of ice cream and offers his hand to shake.

[Tsi'la Yanisan] Jackets. With this chill in the air, that's likely a pretty good idea. She has one of those. Not a heavy one, but one certainly enough to keep the chill of the air at bay. As far as serial killer fare goes? Well... this girl could probably make the Snuggle Bear look comparable to Manson. There's not a damn shred of anything remotely close to intimidating about her, even if he didn't have that extra bit of genetics that show things in a slightly different light to know there's advantage on his side.

She takes the hand with a gentle whisper of a touch and shakes it, maintaining that friendly smile, with just a touch of reservation to it. At least, until he mentions Bai. That seems to help her relax a little, and she nods softly before withdrawing her hand. Not too long, and not too short of a shake. Just enough to call it sociable greetings. "Pleasure to meet you Lukas. I am Tsi'la" Her accent is thickly native, but her english is fluent and clear enough. Her eyes go towards the shop, then back to Lukas. "I am... help around the shop I guess you could say." She chuckles a bit and shrugs.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] Lukas follows her eyes to the shop, then back. "Bai owns this place?" It's more confirmation than question. The black-haired man -- wolf -- takes a few steps closer, shading a patch of glass with a hand to peer in. "What does he sell?"

[Tsi'la Yanisan] "Eye candy, really. For tourists. Mostly junk items, but there's a few nice trinkets and antiques in there. It was his grandfather's shop from what the locals tell me." She looks at the shop again, stepping back to let him peer in while she takes another bite of her ice cream. "Though he usually leaves the running of it to the other girl that works here. I fill in hours here and there, but mostly I chase after him and Wahya to make sure they're taking care of themselves."

[Mila Davis] There likely wasn't a good reason she was in Chinatown tonight.. she.. just was. Maybe it was a hankering for wontons (the good cream cheese filled kind) or.. maybe she just liked really long walks. Needless to say, Mila was in particularly ethnic neighborhood of Chicago.. walking down the street.

Her hands were firmly planted in the pocket of her black hooded sweatshirt. The hood wasn't up, and her dark hair was left down - which caused it to blow in the wind a bit messily. Simply enough, she wore a pair of sneakers and jeans. She was an attractive young woman - but her slightly sloppy clothes hid it well (well.. that and the inkling of danger and rage that seeped off of her).

Two familiar figures walking/standing near by catch her interest. She crosses the street to say hello.

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Sounds like him, making a quick buck off tourists looking for authentic Oriental goods." Lukas laughs quietly, drops his hand, straightens again. "That's right, Wahya's back. Are they running as a pack now?"

-- and, catching sight of Mila, the Ahroun lifts a hand in a hello. "Have you met Mila?" he asks Tsi'la. "Cousin of mine, you could say."

[Tsi'la Yanisan] Her eyes drift to the form moving their way, and her eyes light up. She waves the spoon at Mila, and looks back to Lukas. "Pack? No... they pretty much go their own separate ways for the most part. Except when I get myself into mischief and it takes both of them to figure out what I've done this time." She wrinkles her nose, shaking her head.

Her eyes go back to Mila again, and she smiles. "Hello again Mila. It's been awhile, how are you?"

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Huh." It's a low sound, more a grunt than anything else. "Well, next time you see them, tell them I suggest they pack with each other. They can keep an eye on each other.

"I rarely see any of the Uktena farther north, too. You should drop by the Brotherhood sometime."

[Mila Davis] "Cousin." She regards Lukas with a smile and a polite nod. Apparently she was going with the cousin angle this evening. It seemed to fit well enough.

"Jeela.." a beat. "A pleasure to see you again. I see you've managed to give your keeper the shake long enough to get ice cream?"

[Tsi'la Yanisan] She wiggles her nose a bit at the mention of Broho's. "I've... been down there a few times. But I don't want to cause more troubles between the Get and Wahya, so I usually just keep to myself and try to stay out of trouble. It's been working, for the most part."

She looks to Mila and laughs softly. "Well that wasn't too hard. He's been off and on, stays in the stock room and disappears. He hasn't spoken to me in a couple of weeks now, and Bai is much more lenient on me for who I can and can't consort with." She tilts her head, blinking a few times. "No guitar tonight?"

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "Mila," he returns as the Galliard approaches. "Heard your pack's grown. That's always good."

Then, brow furrowing, "What do the Get have against Wahya?"

[Mila Davis] "Na.. not tonight. I don't drag it around everywhere with me.." She shrugged some. It likely would get heavy if she brought it everywhere.

Bai? A brow rose slightly - but she didn't comment. As she recalled it.. Bai didn't like her too much last time she was in the market for some nice oriental rip off items.

Then, to Lukas. "It has - working out quite nicely so far. We still have our eye on possibly one or two more.. though sadly to say - the only one female curse of Dark Sky appears to be continuing.." She quirked a small grin.

[Tsi'la Yanisan] "His appetizer choices." She blinks a few times, taking another bite of ice cream. "I... think that's what it was about? Mister Reprieve didn't start it though... Wahya was being quite rude. I think he was showing off, really, I'd never seen him act that way before. But... somewhere in the mess it turned into a challenge. Wahya got mad at me for having so many people here... and hasn't spoken to me since so I don't know how any of it turned out." She frowns, shaking her head. "Was a shame, too. I really liked Cygney, she was sweet. But after that we weren't allowed to be friends."

She smiles over at Mila. "Shame... You have a lovely voice. Maybe I'll take Lukas's suggestion and come to Broho's again soon if I know when you'll be playing? I'll bring Cordelia, make it a girls night"

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] "It wasn't one of theirs that Wahya devoured, and besides, he's paid his penance. I'd still be wary around him, but that's different from outright shunning him. That said," ironic, "it's rarely a good idea to get in a pissing contest with the Fenrir. They take that sort of thing quite seriously."

There's a quiet, then. Tsi'la mentions girl's night out; Mila of expanding her pack. Lukas's eyes are lowered for a moment, frowning at his slowly melting ice cream sundae, before he looks at Tsi'la again.

"I don't know if anyone's told you," he says quietly, "but Cigney died. I don't know the details of it. It was the Wyrm."


[alas folks, i gotta sleep real soon!]

[Mila Davis] "I just.. kinda show up whenever. If they want me to play downstairs I will - otherwise, I just kinda take over the common area upstairs.." A small shrug. "Give me a night you guys want to go out - and I'll see what I can do to work it out."

Mila sighed quietly at the mention of Cigney's death. She thought she'd made a real breakthrough with the Get by befriending Cigney.. and even offering to let her accompany her sometimes. But, alas - the wyrm cut that thread of good will off before it got off the ground.

{I have to sleep soon too}

[Tsi'la Yanisan] There's a nod to his comments on the Get and their ways, and an understanding smile. "Wahya has come a long way, and he has been trying. It is not anyone's place to make him pay for that now except those directly involved."

But then she freezes, her eyes going wide. No, she hadn't heard. There's some paling, brows knitting together. She nods to Mila, distractedly, then shakes her head slowly and looks back to Lukas.

Her face completely crumbles. "I... I'm sorry to hear that...." What else is there to say? She liked Cigney. They couldn't be friends anymore, not after that day, but she didn't care any less. Her face tightens. "I should go. It... Thank you for telling me Lukas. If.. you see any of them... Mister Reprieve perhaps. Tell him I'm so very sorry." Her eyes shift over to Mila "I will see when I can get Cordelia, and leave a message for you"

(( ^_^ np guys. Perfect out right there. Jeela's totally bout to break down and cry lol))

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] A lot of promise was lost in Cigney. Future heirs; present friendships. Lukas never knew the woman, but he sees the effect her death has. The ever-widening ripples of grief left behind.

"I'm sorry too," he says, soft, "for your loss."

Tsi'la departs, holding back tears. Lukas draws a breath, stirs his sundae half-heartedly, then looks at Mila. "Give you a ride back north?" he offers.

Whether or not she accepts -- he departs from Chinatown soon thereafter.

[Mila Davis] Mila accepted - it'd be rude not to.. plus, she didn't need to be down here any longer. She had things to attend to. Important things. Or not.

[Mila Davis] {Night all!}

[Lukas Wyrmbreaker] [thanks for the scene, guys! night!]