12.28.3013: Explanations
Summary: Klaudea and Reena sit down to talk about the Blue Sister, and Thalo's reaction to her.
Date: 29 October 3013
Related: Trust and Respect Lost
Klaudea Reena 

The Public House — Volkan, The Crescent
Tucked into a corner of the commercial district, this dive bar has low ceilings clouded with smoke, a collection of round tables, square booths, and a bar with stools along one wall. It can do greasy pub food, and has a fine selection of beers, whiskeys, and scotches, but not much more than that. The bar stools are the swiveling type that are bolted to the ground so they cannot be used as clubs in the event of a brawl, and the chairs are flimsy things that make poor clubs in their own right. At the back is a shuffleboard table, two pool tables, and a couple of dartboards, often with a good deal of side betting going on.
28 December 3013

Reena has been advised to stay at home and rest until she feels like she's strengthened up after her induced coma. She, however, feels three weeks unconscious is enough rest for a lifetime. She snuck out from the Blackspyre to visit the public house, where no one is likely to bother her about noble business. She's settled in a corner booth, wearing simple clothing to keep from standing out too much, as she taps on her datapad. Her long blond hair has been twisted into a bun.

Over at the dart boards there's a mingling of cheers and groans as the last dart hits home. With a smile and some friendly banter, Klaudea picks up her winnings. and tucks them away. After leaving some out to buy a round for the other gamblers. She goes to the bar, grabbing another beer and starts to head for a table when she notices the blonde noblewoman. After a moment's consideration, she veers her path and pauses at a chair across from Reena. "Good day, Lady Reena. I am quite happy to see you up and out of the hospital."

Reena glances up, inquisitive blue eyes narrowing for a moment before a small smile touches her lips. She gestures at the chair. "Klaudea, please join me. I didn't think I'd run into any familiar faces in here. Oh, what am I saying, surprised my entire family isn't in here getting sloshed."

Klaudea chuckles at the mention of her family. "A few do appear here from time to time," she acknowledges. "Thank you, my Lady." Setting her beer on the table, she settles herself in the chair and pulls it forward. "And some of the knights on occasion."

"Like Thalo, and a pile of other Ibrahms. Just the Saimhann's I think who are all boozers at some point," Reena chuckles. She sets her datapad down and props her chin in her hand, studying the other woman thoughtfully. "So, I suppose we have a lot to talk about."

Klaudea gives a slow nod. "Like Sir Thalo," she agrees. Glancing around, she takes a sip from her beer, and then leans forward, her weight on her elbows on the edge of the table, her hands loosely circled around her pilsner. "I suppose. Although, Sir Thalo has been kind enough not to mention what he put together outside of the room." She bites at her lip. "Mostly because I don't think he really understands, so he doesn't consider it important enough to be discussed."

"It is important. You're putting yourself at risk to help those in need. I'm just glad I've been able to help facilitate some of your work," Reena says very quietly. "But why the secrecy? Nothing you're doing is illegal, you could get your name out there as a philanthropist."

A pained look crosses Klaudea's face. "Do you know my father, Lady Reena? Vadim Blackfells?" /That/ Blackfells. The one that has publicly decried the assistance being spent on people who are too lazy to help themselves. The one that also maintains that workers are paid plenty, and if they didn't spend their money at bars and gambling after work, they'd have plenty to fix their homes. "I tried to come to your Notice Projecy workday in Volkan, but he wouldn't allow it."

Reena grimaces. "That is your father? That man is a thorn in the side of everyone trying to do good for the poor." Her teeth grit. "Now I understand why you needed your," she glances around, "other wardrobe."

Klaudea nods slowly, although she reddens a little at the description of her father. "Sir Thalo, however, does not wish me to continue. He wants me to join your Notice Project and to work in the open. I haven't had a chance to explain to him that I can't." She drops her gaze to her glass. "I think, that because I was armed, and because I helped in the fight, he thinks I am going there to fight bad people, or something of that nature. He doesn't really know what I do."

"What, like a vigilante?" Reena asks, amused. "I can speak with Thalo if you wish. You need to be fully honest with him, he is your Knight. Maybe I can smooth the road paved with those good intentions though."

There's a red tinge to her cheeks at the mention of vigilante, but she nods. "I think so," she says quietly. "I would like to speak with him, but he's… put a wall between us." She reddens again, this time with a little embarassment as she acknowledges the pun of sorts. "He doesn't trust or respect me for not having told him sooner, so now he doesn't seem interested in an explanation."

"A bottle of whiskey usually works to sooth the savage Thalo," Reena quips with a smirk. "And I know how you feel. I made the mistake of pointing out I was attracted to him, and had been crushing on him since I was a little girl. He barely speaks to me anymore. I'll talk to him for you though. Have you perhaps tried writing a letter to him?" Hey that advice from her worked for Victor. Hell, he has a kid on the way.

Now, that is news, and Klaudea's eyes widen as she looks at Reena. "You… have a crush on Sir Thalo?" her voice almost squeaks to another register on the last syllable before she clears her throat. She gives a shake to her head. "I want to be able to look him in the eye when I explain," she replies. "I feel like writing a letter would be seen as taking an easy way out because I don't have the courage to tell him myself. But I do. I just can't seem to get his attention."

"I did. He made it very clear that he didn't return the affection. Then I became betrothed, so there you have it. My love life in a nutshell." And her fiance in a coma. Poor Reena. "But I'll sit him down to talk to him and see if I can clear things up a bit."

Klaudea winces. "If you could just, maybe help me break through. I can do the talking, I just need to get to him," she says quietly. She pauses, looking at the noblewoman for a moment. "Is there any knews on Young Lord Kadmus?" she asks gently

Reena shakes her head. "He's in the same condition as he was before my injury. I'm heading to New Atlantis in a few days to resume sitting at his bedside and being with his family." She glances at her datapad. "I should go, they'll have figured out I snuck out by now and be looking for me. I'll talk to Thalo for you."

Klaudea nods and stands, although she raises an eyebrow. "You snuck out, Lady Reena? I didn't know you were a rebel, too." She chuckles and then lets the lady by. "Good luck. I hope… he gets well soon."

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