Aberrant: 200X - Nova Year

[Zombie]

Tasha saw the smile going out of focus. She was completely in his attention and it was exactly as she wanted it. She heard the words and she knew what they meant. She knew everyone else was listening and how they would react to this. She connected eyes with him. Hers looked like she'd been crushed. She glimpsed quickly at everyone around, letting them see her 'hurt' soul. "I can't believe you're doing this again! Last time you said that you wouldn't do this to me again! And in front of all these.. !" She paused as to act like she was gasping for breath, like she was about to cry. "I.. can't believe you'd do this again." She stood up quickly, almost tripping back down. "Oh god, I'm sorry everyone. Just forget I was here!" She said, sounding like she was on the verge of a total breakdown. She moved off and out of eye shot, wondering if they'd chastise him for being so cold against a girl, for all they know, who innocently loved him and wanted only civility.

[z-Xiao Saori]

Kaien was an attractive boy, but that was all Saori could see: his youth. She was far more interested in Einherjar, but she'd seen no signs of interest from him. Meanwhile, this strange woman was all over him, and it was really getting on Saori's nerves. She might have been young, but she was charming, beautiful and sweet. For a second, she thought about trying to flame Einherjar's interest by flirting with Kaien, but she quickly dismissed that idea. She had to be very sure about a man's interest, because that could backfire.

So she giggled like the teenage she was and said, "You're such a flatterer. I don't think I believe you!"

And then she saw the caterer. The head caterer was clearly perplexed, and all of Saori's hostess instincts went on red alert. "But you can try to persuade me further in a moment. Pardon me for my hostess duties." She gave him a quick smile and a bow and skated to the edge of the lake. Stepping wide around the gathered novas, she slipped blade guards onto her skates and walked up to the tables of food. Quietly, she approached, listening to what was being said - or not being said. The head caterer was an older man, fatherly almost. The other caterer - the one staring blankly - looked a lot like the men who were most interested in her. Perverts, in short.

"Is there a problem?" she asked, breaking into the conversation. That was a little rude, but she had duties to fulfill as a hostess. "What is going on?"

[Guest ????]

The Head Caterer seemed a bit surprised. "Oh, uh... n-no Xiao-san, my apologies. Everything is under control."

The 'Pervert' simply looked at her and gave her a grin that was simply not appropriate to give your employer. A mix of clueless, admiration mingled with a dirty thought involving the hostesses inviting bust that his eyes didn't seem to rise above. He just sat there, looking down and away smiling a snaggle-toothed smile and nodding no matter what was said.

Damn. Now she's over here. If I knew Japanese I'd just throw a fit and quit, maybe even snag a handful of popcorn shrimp and just blow outta here... but it'll lose a little something I think if no one understands me, I need to- wow... she smells great... it should be a crime to be that hot...

The 'Pervert's' eye met Saori's and there was a definite moment shared between them... a creepy and completely awkward moment.

[z-Xiao Saori]

These kind of men were easy to deal with, normally. Saori knew how to flirt and smile and promise, gaining everything she wanted without actually giving up anything she didn't want to relienqish. But today, she didn't have to do that. She was in a position of power here, and she wouldn't have to pander to this man. In theory.

"If you can't do your work," she said softly, "you'll have to leave." The word 'fired' wasn't used and wouldn't be - it was incredibly hard to fire someone in Japan. But given this man's reaction, she really wanted to can him.

He was still grinning at her. She narrowed her eyes and tried again. "Work or go home." Nothing at all and Saori added a frown. He looked Japanese, but didn't seem to know the language. It was worth a shot, so she switched to English, the second most common language in Japan. "Can you speak English?"

[Guest Anonymous]

A sudden surprise hit the Caterer like a shot. Crap. "Look, lady... uhh," although his voice didn't seem out of place at all, 30 something chain smoker with no social life, but his accent, tone, inflection, all were certainly not Japanese. In fact, this man spoke as if he was raised in America his whole life. "I didn't mean to cause any problems. I just have no clue what Wasabi over here is saying... and the guy just won't shut up."

Might have to abandon ship... but I'm safe from her, in here. Damn.

[z-Xiao Saori]

Fear made her skin shiver, and for a moment, the teen nova looked unsure. It wasn't an expression that suit her well, and she quickly covered it with a more inquisitive look. Still, inside she was worried - who was this guy? If he spoke no Japanese, then the Head Caterer would have known that, when he selected this man for the position. Something was wrong here. Was someone trying to crash her party? That thought, combined with the strange woman who was clinging to Einherjar, made her want to cry. Saori swallowed her emotions and focused on the problem at hand.

"He's telling you to do the job you were hired for," Saori said patiently. "You were putting the wasabi well away from the sushi, for starters. And you don't know how to fold a napkin, do you?" She gazed up and down his uniform. "If you want to work in Japan, you need to wear the clothes." Without his permission, in a personal way that would make most Japanese men jump back, she reached up and rebuttoned the top button on the collar. As she smoothed down the front of his black vest, she asked, "Now, who are you?"

[Ryusei Hideyoshi]

Ryusei excuses himself from the growing dilemma to go and see what's going on with Saori. He arrives behind her and smiles. "Is everything alright? Is therse some problem I can help with?"

[Guest ????]

"Me? Oh, uh, well... I'm just... uh, Catering-Man... uhh, guy." The poor shell of a man simply grinned a grin that screamed 'Hi, I'm stupid.'. "Can I get you a drink?"

He handed Saori a warm cup of cocoa, one of a few he was pouring to make it look like he served some purpose here. His beady 'Chester the Molester' stare creeped over Saori's neckline (which did give off a positive vibe) and saw yet another party goer coming to join the conversation.

Great... another one. Smooth move... play 'Caterer' at a flipping nova party, yeah I put a lot of thought into this... novas eat a small nation every day and I decide to be the guy who serves food, pure genius. Was I Hitler of something in a past life, a lot of bad Karma to burn off, is that why Fate laughs in my face everyday?

(It's assumed that, since Ryuesei is speaking to Saori and not really filled in, that he was speaking in Japanese. The Caterer also isn't aware that Ryusei speaks english (he was watching people chat, not listening).)

"Dude, I have no clue what you said." the caterer said, and in a very poor attempt to accomidate Ryusei as he approached the man simply smiled, handed him a knife and fork and patted him on the shoulder nodding like he complete understood the Ryusei just asked for eating utensils. "There ya go sir, be sure and run real fast wit those, kay?"

He smiled ignorantly at Saori, the vacant look in his eyes. "Well, if there's anything else you two need," He paused, looking a bit worried, then looked over to some other guy wearing a black vest who was doing an excellent job of doing what he was paid to do. "Ask him... yeah. Him. He'll help ya. Now, you run along, make a big eyed snowman or something, it'll be fun."

It was obvious that this man was the worst caterer ever...

[z-Xiao Saori]

"He speaks English better than me," Saori said, aware that she'd just had a bit too much 'r' in her 'l'. Ryusei was much better about that. "So perhaps you should tell us who you are. This party is for novas and their baseline guests, so if you're a reporter or nova-phile, I am going to be very upset. You don't want to see me upset. I ask again: who are you?"

[Warren Verona]

The caterer took a few steps back. Did she just Hulk me?

The poor man's eye grew wide and he inhaled what seemed like his last breath. Wispy and plasmic a form hovered out from him, vaguely humanoid. Slowly the ties between the living world and the dead fused and immaterial became infused with corpus granting the mist substance.

Black, unkempt hair obscured some of the features of the young man's face but his complexion was pale and yellow eye shimmered behind shadows created by his hair style. His hooded pull over sweatshirt said: 'Although the voices aren't real, they have some really good ideas.'. Cargo pants with loaded pockets and worn hiking boots complete his ensemble.

The caterer just stood confused and silent as shock and fear gripped him, and his boss finally shut up.

"I am Revenant." He said to the two novas in front of him. His voice was raspy and almost forced, like he wasn't accustomed to speaking with people.

[Ryusei Hideyoshi]

Ryusei waved the caterer the man emerged from back to his duties. "Things are fine, go back to your duties. Take these as well." Ryusei fires off in Japanese and handed the now dispossessed man the untensils he'd just been handed.

"You certainly have a roundabout way of making an entrance Revenant. You could have simply come as you are." True to form, Ryusei spoke flawless English with no inflection at all.

[z-Xiao Saori]

Saori's eyes widened as the caterer expelled smoke which became a man. Too late, she realized she'd just been trying to threaten a nova, probably one that was stronger than her. Now real fear coursed through her veins, turning them to ice. She remembered that Ryusei was here, as well as Kaien and Einherjar. She was sure that none of them would let this frightening nova hurt her.

"Ha-y-yes, welcome, Revenant," Saori managed, warbling between Japanese and English. She gave a little bow, slowly recovering her self-possession. "Make yourself comfortable. There are others over there, if you wish to talk, and there is food and ice skating." She managed a shy smile. "If you need anything, just let Ryusei or I know."

[Kaien]

Kaien watches the new nova's emergence with mild trepidation. here was a nova who's mind he couldn't pierce. This bothered him greatly. He skated over, under the premise of backing Ryusei should he need it and greeting the new guest.

"That was a pretty cool trick. Much better than anything within my means."

[Sampajanna]

Sampa quickly grasped the interplay between Einherjar and Zombie and began edging away, certain that he'd be happier the farther away from them he was. He started a slow, meandering walk about the grounds, which he quickly aborted when he saw The Revenant manifest himself. He hurried over, standing a little behind Kaien and looking at Revenant warily, trying to gauge his emotions. "It was a nice entrance," he added softly, behind Kaien.

[Warren Verona]

Aside from his entrance there really didn't seem to much to the 'mighty' nova in front of them. He looked to the both of them. "I-I don't get out much. I didn't mean to decieve, I simply was going to watch for awhile and leave. I'm not one for social interaction." He thumbed to the head caterer. "Wasabi over there would leave me alone though, guess he blew my cover."

Christ another one? You'd think these people had never seen one man spew forth the soul of a dead man before.

He brushed a hand through his unkempt hair and for a moment his face was visible. Although not on par with typical nova attractiveness he was nonetheless handsome, aside from the dark rings that covered his eyes, a tell-tale sign of a corpse. Yet there was something... his eyes. As they met each person prsent there was brief moment where the onlookers just couldn't look away. Within his yellow eyes were the gateway to his soul and it transfixed any looked upon them. "Um, you know, thanks, I guess. For letting me stay and all."

He pointed to his hosts. "You-say, and..." His finger bounced over to Saori. He looked at her tilting his head a bit waiting for a reply.

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"That was a pretty cool trick. Much better than anything within my means."

Broken from his attempted gathering of names Revenant looks to the new comer. "Uhh, I could teach you. It's easy. All you have to do is die, dig yourself up from the grave, make a soul pact with dark forces beyond our ken and you to can travel into the realms of the dead and possess the living." A sarcastic grin escaped from beneath his hair. "Let me know when you want to get started."

[Sampajanna]

Sampa smiled at Revenant and suddenly switched gears, eyeing the caterers. "I'm hungry," he announced. "And I'm hoping someone else is, to distract attention away from me when I begin consuming every edible in sight."

[z-Xiao Saori]

Saori put her hand to her mouth in dismay. She'd been so shaken that she'd been unforgivably rude. "My pardon," she said, bowing more deeply. "I am Xiao Saori. Please forgive my rudeness." She stopped there, having learned that Americans were unnerved by proper apologies.

Turning to Sampa, she smiled, both because she liked the quiet monk-like man and because he was being kind. "Yes, I will eat with you."

[Warren Verona]

"Xiao... right." He mumbled, but she heard it. As everyone one gathered for the feast Revenant seemed a little overwhelmed. So many people sudden;y giving him attention certainly made him nervous and for a brief moment he considered hopping back into the caterer. He grinned to himself when he looked to the caterer and the guy tried to politely and casually GTFO of dodge, putting as much distance between him and the ghoul.

Everyone gathered their food and took their plates and he simply just waited, side stepping from time to time in a rather stealthy manner. By the time all was said and done he was away from the 'crowd'. He took a plate, although he had no need to eat any longer he loved food and was quite the accomplished chef.

He took his plate and sat at one of the small tables, alone and away from everyone. He kept his head down, not looking up or acknowledging anyone as his falling hair kept his bites hidden behind a fallen wall of black.

Oh, me rikey. Kinda perky for a slant there tiger, me rikey a rot. C'mon, let's go for it. We may have to slit a few throats... she seems to have bodygurads up the wazoo.

Probably her dad, or brother, or cousin. You'd think they were married.

We're in Japan, not Arkansas... two bucks he's a bodyguard.

You're broke. Fool's bet.

Okay, what about the freaky show in the mask... even -you- could prolly get her number, she's just as fucked up as we are.

I'm not crazy.

HA! 'You wanna know ho I got these scars...?' Mean anything to you? Lemme know when your ready to quit lying to yourself.

He just sat quietly eating.

[Sampajanna]

Sampa sat next to Xiao, putting relatively little on his plate; enough for a healthy baseline, but a scanty selection for a nova. "Itadakimasu," he murmured, and dug in, casting sideways glances at Revenant, off by himself.

"He seems ambivalent about being here," he quietly remarked to Xiao. Sampa was conflicted. On the one hand, when seeing a person excluded his first impulse was to walk up and talk to them. On the other hand, Revenant was kind of scary, and his isolation was self-imposed.

[Kaien]

Kaien chuckles at the entire exchange as the other three leave him and Ryusei standing there. "Interesting Friends you have Ryusei. I'm going to go say hi to the others." He walks over to Where Einherjarand Knockout are and smiles. "Hey folks, just letting you know, everyone else is eating. You're all welcome to come join."

[Ryusei Hideyoshi]

Ryusei nods. "Indeed." As Kaien leaves he follows after the others, preparing a blate and sitting at one of the other tables.

[z-Xiao Saori]

She was a host. It was her duty. As much as his introduction had scared her, she had a requirement to try to be sure he had fun. "Excuse me," she said to Sampa, standing and walking over to Revenant. "Would you like to come and sit with Sampajamma and I? You don't have to sit alone." She smiled. "This is a party to meet others, after all."

[Eingar]

Great. Way to fuck up my night, crazy lady.

Einherjar wasn't terribly bothered by Tasha's tearful exit. He was, however, wondering what the others present thought. Even if they didn't believe the nutjob, the confrontation had been awkward enough that practically everyone had drifted away sharpish. He cast a single frustrated look at the gloom into which Zombie had disappeared and shrugged, muttering something rude under his breath. He turned back in time to see Revenant's 'entrance'.

Okay, that's hellishly impressive. He'd make a good infil-specialist with a schtick like that. Ein watched the dynamic for a short while. The newcomer seemed to be somewhat... sepulchral in nature. This New Year's or fucking Halloween? he thought sourly, casting a glance over his shoulder to make sure crazy-dead-lady wasn't coming back to (literally) cry her eyes out on his shoulder. He stood up from the bench as Kaien approached and greeted him.

"Yeah, I could eat right now." He smiled, a trifle forcedly as he tried to dismiss the weird encounter he'd just had. "I'm Einherjar. Call me Ein." He gave the younger man a courteous nod of the head, and drifted over to the catering tables. Deftly loading a plate with food and somewhat painfully snagging a drink with his bandaged and slung-up right hand, the large blond Elite strolled over to sit near Sampajanna. Giving the quiet, collected-looking nova a wry smile, Einherjar began eating one-handed, looking over the rest of the gathering as he chewed.

[Warren Verona]

"Or, you could sit here." He said, never looking up at her. "Why make two trips?"

He looked at something on his fork. It was obvious he wasn't sure what it was, but with a shrug he popped in his mouth and chewed. "Look, lady, I'm just not good around people. It's not that I don't mind company, but seriously, I'm a boring guy."

He looked up at her finally and the shimmer of yellow beneath his hair almost locked her stare. "See, guys like him," he pointed to Einherjar wit the tip of his fork. "That guy is the party animal type. I'm sure he's far more interesting than me, seriously. Ask him how his relationship with Captain America is going when there will be an Avengers reunion tour. He's got a lot to talk about, I'll just bore ya to tears."

He shrugged again and chewed another mouthful. "But, if you're into punishment, have a seat."

Are you trying to scare her off, or flirt... I can't tell...

That came out so wrong...

Yer tellin me...

[Sampajanna]

Sampa coloured slightly and smiled back, eyes glazing over for a moment. Alright...maybe not that collected after all. He watched Einherjar eat for a few conspicuous moments before wrenching his head away by force of will and staring intently down at his own nearly-cleaned plate.

[z-Xiao Saori]

"I have to make another trip anyway," she said reasonably. "I left my plate back there, because I thought you couldn't pass up my invitation. That was a bit arrogant, I think now."

Why was she bothering? He was clearly anti-social and a bit rude as well; he was a nail waiting to be hammered down, as her father would say. "And I didn't ask Einherjar to eat with me. I asked you. I asked because no one who scares me as much as you have could be boring."

Saori regretted those words immediately. If he wanted to be alone, why should she push him? But she was doing it; she wanted him to come hang with her and Sampa. It's his eyes, she decided. She liked blue ones, but his were very compelling. She had always been a sucker for eyes.

As for admitting she was scared, that was as much of a game as when she was out with her boyfriends. They were just words, and even if they were true, they were one way of getting what she wanted. Another way was physical, and she employed that now by reaching out and tugging on his arm. "Come on." The last was said with a smile that could be interpreted as shy, but could also be seen as something more inviting.

[Warren Verona]

Hol-ey shit... you hooked one! You fuckin maniac! Hell yeah! Knew ya could do it, now... to keep everything going smoothly, don't do anything ignorant or embarrassing... like... talk.

You can piss right off.

He grinned a bit. Hard to tell through the hair but he did. "Alright, you win. Hate for you to have to make another trip and all."

She was gorgeous, she was graceful, she was everything a woman of any mans dreams would be. So what's she talking to you for?

You're screwing up my narration.

Sorry.

So what was she talking to him for? He was right, he would bore her to tears, all he did was read and cook. "So, why me," He asked. "Why are you asking me instead of him?"

Rather blunt, but as he followed her back to her table he had to think of something to start the conversation. He noticed the way Sampajamma seemed to ogle over the mighty Eiherjar. "Oh... I see."

[Eingar]

The object of Sampajanna's lustful reverie was, at first, unaware of that fact, as he was watching the lithe form of Saori as she persuaded, cajoled and eventually tugged the pallid, dead-looking nova over to the table. Sharp as his hearing was, he heard every word that passed between the two.

Not bad at all. Young, but that self-possession is sexy. A good host, too. Can't be easy talking to creepy novas that come out of nowhere and look dead. At least he's not pretending they have a special relationship. Ugh. Stop thinking about Zombie. Just recommend to HQ that she get a psych-evaluation or something. He smiled as Saori, Revenant in tow, started back over towards him and Sampajanna. Catching the lovely girl's eye and giving her an approving wink, he turned back to his food.

As he did so, the Elite noticed Sampa staring at him a little dreamily before jerking his eyes away and back to his plate. Both blond eyebrows went up as Ein returned the gaze with cool curiousity, then shrugged and went back to eating.

[Sampajanna]

Sampa felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle and cursed himself for being so obvious. He reached for a napkin to wipe his mouth and -

"Attachment leads to suffering," the napkin said. "Sensual attachment fans unwholesome desire. Non-attachment leads to happiness; Obliteration of sensual thoughts leaves on with mental clarity."

"Shut up, you," Sampa muttered, wiping his mouth and dropping the napkin on his plate.

"Your unwholesome thoughts will lead to sexual misconduct," the Buddha added in a knowing voice. Sampa snorted.

((OOC note: Only Sampa can hear the voice of the Buddha.))

[Magnum Opus]

Knockout looks bewildered by the sudden arrival of so many novas, and watches the back-and-forth of everyone quietly. She quietly sat down to eat, her hand hovering over a hot dog for a second, then she smiles. "Yeah, no, won't do that again." She goes for a slice of pizza instead.

"Hell of a year," she says to no one in particular as she takes her first bite.

[z-Xiao Saori]

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"So, why me? Why are you asking me instead of him?"

Saori smiled. "He had company. That strange woman. And I dragged you out of hiding. And I'm the hostess, and it's my duty to entertain everyone. And you... you have interesting eyes." She was still holding lightly to his arm when Einherjar winked at her, and Saori nearly stopped walking. What was his game? She glanced covertly around, but she didn't see his cling-on. Was he hunting around now that he'd had Knockout and his girlfriend was gone? Was the blond gaijin a bigger pervert than he'd seemed?

The thought made her knees weak.

But she smiled up at the Revenant. The first rule of men: never let them see you splitting your focus, not until you're done with them.

"Do you want to question me further?" Saori added with a smile. "I'll be happy to pull reasons out of my ass, but that'd waste time we could be doing other things."

[Zombie]

She stuck to the shadows on the outskirts of the party. Some distance away from the Nova gathering stood Tasha Kronkoff, AKA Zombie. Her mask was still up and she swayed ever so slowly with the feint sound of nature around her. Her gaze was fixated on the gleaming god that walked among these casual poseurs. How could he even tolerate their existence as something more than a mistake in his powerful presence. His true magnificence would truly drive any single one of them mad if they could see him for what Tasha did. She attempted to plant the seeds of something less than a legend in their eyes because they didn't deserve to look upon him the way she did. It was her way of saving them. And if any of them had a single notion of doing something more than casually glancing his way or making a sort of move upon him, she would surely show them the error of their ways.

Still, out of the prying eyes of the casual viewer, Tasha was watching and Tasha was waiting.

[Kaien]

Kaine sits near Ryusei. "You aren't being a good host Ryusei, sitting alone. Have some fun. I bet you haven't used any of your talents since you got here."

He chuckles as he eats, as Ryusei says nothing to refute him. "Go sit with them if you want, or go back on the ice."

[Ryusei Hideyoshi]

Ryusei nods and takes up his tray and joins the others at the main table. "So I take it everyone is enjoying themselves?"

[Warren Verona]

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"He had company. That strange woman."

Translated: 'The guy I want to talk to is taken, or has baggage. You'll serve as a reminder to him that I can have anyone.

The idea didn't sit well with the Grim God, but he didn't come out all this way for nothing. Despite his antisocial tenancies Revenant needed people. They were his source of strength, well, their emotions were at any rate. From their emotions Revenant was able to draw strength and revitalize his connection with the living world.

"Interesting eyes, huh? Thanks." He allowed himself to be tugged along, still trying to get a bite from his plate while they strolled along. "So, what 'other things' are there to do in Japan anyway? Besides Karaoke bars where I can have school girls serve my drinks as I listen to an entire culture completely destroys the best rock n' roll music ever made?"

[z-Xiao Saori]

Saori giggled at his description of Karaoke, despite that it was her favorite past time. "There are theme parks, indoor beaches, shopping, tourist stops, temples - what would you want to do, Revenant? If you don't want to do something family-safe, there are the courtesy bars and the Soaplands."

She took her seat in front of her plate again, guiding the Revenant to sit next to her. She smiled at everyone at the table, basking in the pleasure of having novas come to a party that she arranged. "What conversation did I miss?" she asked as she picked up her chopsticks and resumed eating.

[Warren Verona]

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What would you want to do, Revenant?

Oh... oh! I know this one! Lemme field it, this one's an easy one! Put me in coach, I wanna play!

Shut. Up. he thought silently as the dark voice in his mind 'whooped' and cheered. He could almost mentally visualize the touch down victory dances his Shadow was performing while running down a list of less than civil things he'd like to do with Saori. You have issues.

Hypocrite.

He didn't pay much mind to those assembled. They all seemed like interesting people but it was hard for him to enjoy himself when he watch other enjoying all the things that seemed lost to him forever, like life. His cold body didn't feel anything anymore, just tell-tale glimmers of residual emotions that allowed him to discern the difference between positive and negative feelings. He couldn't love, but there was a memory of what love was like that helped him recognize and focus his attentions on absorbing the pathos from that soul into his.

So he did that now. s they talked and traded tales he took in those emotions, the joys, the hope, and angst, the intense excitement of those who yearned to hear the exciting climax of how a story ended. All of it was his meat and drink this night, feeding off feeling and emotions that he could no longer enjoy.

As everyone filled in Saori about what conversation she missed, he just sat quietly, a gloomy patch in a maze of camaraderie and happiness.

[Sampajanna]

Do not look at Einherjar. Do not look at Einherjar. Do not - oh fuck, he looked. Sampa grimaced, gritting his teeth. He needed a distraction. The kinda emo nova Xia'd brought over would do.

Sampa gave him a slightly strained, distracted smile. "So, Revenant. You're on the Opnet, right? I think I remember your posts coming up."

[Warren Verona]

He looked up from his plate now that he'd been addressed. "Uh, yeah, yeah I am. I post as uh... 'Revenant'. Kinda hard to miss me."

Although he was not trying to be sarcastic it certainly came out that way. His tone and expression didn't appear as if he was doing it intentionally, but the logical statement did send a few at the table into a bit giggling (NPCs).

"What uh, what're called?"

[Sampajanna]

Sampa nodded. "It sure is." Either he ignored any potential sarcasm or he was really that dense.

"I am called Sampajanna, or Santa's Pajamas. The moniker varies depending on who is addressing me."