Strawberry-Cream

"I... really don't know much about such people, lolly-pop, but who knows on vhat drugs and zhings he were... just like... some madman... I really zhink you shouldn't blame yourself."

She quiets as she starts her relaxation breathing, and when it starts to work, she gets up to stand behind her, maneuver her to a seat (if not already sitting), despite her anitpathy of being touched. If she doesn't protest, Sylvaine then gently - and very professionally - starts to massage her, even though impromptu the relaxing and comforting touch is clearly notable. She works on her shoulders, and seemingly effortlessly manages to make her feel better, if she lets her.

"Vell... as for the costumes, is zhere any good place to get such ici?"

Patrizia can't hide a slightly amused smile at the girl playing off the same routine. Something tells her it is really just that, a routine, but well. She quietly interjects at a moment of pause:

"Good day signore. I'm signorina Montserone. It seems you are headed to Philogaia with us?"

She even gets up for a moment to offer him a hand for a shake, every move, while not any elaborated at all, and despite the age of the young woman, telling of almost aristocratic demeanour.

"Vell as I said, I would have... "costumes" for zhat... but you don't seem to be in zhe best of moods, which might distort zhe manners as well."

She struggles to get out of the armchair again, arranging it to be seated more or less comfortable.

"I take it you're not angry at me, ma jeune-fille, so what is zhe matter, hm?"

Patrizia chuckles sympathetically to the explanation of the teacher having her do this and that. She nods a little, and then raises an eyebrow.

"Nothing to be honest, Jin Jin. But I sure would like to know the... special talents of the people I will work with. But we can talk about that later. Do you like Pasta?" , she says with a sudden smile.

Patrizia takes the stream of monologue with angel-like patience, and in fact manages to interject something appropriate at times, chit-chatting a bit with the girl. Would it not be for her age, one would guess she has children about Jin Jin's age of her own, seeing as how she seems to know what's interesting for someone that age, be it TV, music or the latest collectable card game.

When having the chance though, she finally addresses her first question.

"Now, I'm not here on holiday, but for business, Jin-Jin, as you are a bit too, no?"

"Pleased to meet you Jin Jin."

She doesn't have too much trouble with the name, but it's sure she's not used to chinese names.

She arches an eyebrow slightly at the compliments about the clothing, giving a rather short:

"Thank you."

Seems she doesn't really believe her without being impolite. Anyway, she orders food for the girl and a coffee for herself, then looking around again, moving back to the place.

"No, I have not found anyone else coming with us yet."

Her eyes hover over Aubry for a moment, but since she can't be sure, she looks on. She smiles and says:

"But I reckon the two of us will be easy to find for the others."

Flavored water would beat that coffee. Well, it probably is. Nevertheless, she returns a pleasant smile at the girl, seeing how she seems to enjoy her food. Or the fact that it was free, but who cares.

Probably not just detecting Aubry from the description each one has yet, Patrizia moves her bag with a foot towards Jin-Jin. She speaks with only a slight italian dialect:

"Hello, I am Patrizia. You are headead to Philogaia?"

She looks over the people again, then after the reply suggesting:

"I see. How about I get you a burger and myself a coffee while we wait for the others."

Seems the puffed-up princess is a psychic also.

Patrizia doesn't break off the motley crowd to sit just yet. She stands near some synthetic, if not outright plastic, piece resembling something of a bush or little tree - now how that does make the SoyBurger look more inviting, with the real flair of plastic plants.

At her side sits a rather large duffle back, of an indistinguishable grey-blue, and it just doesn't seem to fit her at all.

Having a grey-white coat with elegant fur linings over her left arm, she wears a more or less plain robe, of a faded, soft violet. While it's obviously not meant to be chic or eye catching, but in fact modest, the quality of the cut just slightly accentuates her, and it's definete that there's a rather very beautiful woman hidden beneath it. Additionally, she wears a stola/scarf around her shoulders, of a snowy white. Quality and chic of the accessoir, and even more so how she has arranged it covering neck and shoulders in a legèr, yet très chic manner, could probably make the fashion conscious gasp with envy for the light and modest, yet perfect touch of chic. She has a head scarf draped over the head, her silky black hair flowing out of the end in a velvet river.

Considering all, she doesn't look aggressively or provocatively well dressed, but with an elegant modesty, a dignified elegance and chic. A slight, pleasent scent surrounds her, that while not obvious, is slightly intoxicating. Yes, you would definetely hire this woman to look after your children, even if your name was Saburo Arasaka. For those without children, you'd definetely want to have some. Or at least attempt to...

She stands casually relaxed, looking around when the other two will arrive, and gives a polite, respectful nod to the girl, as she understands she will be part of this - and if not, testing just that out. But how many chinese girls about that age can there be here?

Realizing they didn't even finish eating at the Drake's, Sylvaine looks for something non-alcoholic before walking over to the living room as well. She doesn't sit just yet, thinking a moment before replying:

"Bof, je pense que je could pass as Jeanne d'Arc, non?" She gives a contaminous chuckle, before continuing. "Zhe problem might be to find some clothes... vee will definetely have to..." Hey wait, didn't she already have something that might pass as costume? She flips her fingers. "Or I could go as princess japonais! Zhen I vouldn't even need to buy a complete costume, seulement some accessoires..." She casually drops on some couch or armchair, and gives a high: "Aië!" As the foam nearly swallows her

Wah I should *so* sue you... your description of the kitchen and the yummy food link just made me start cooking, at 4 AM...

*grumbles*

Well, right now, Sylvaine does definetely look non-alcoholic. She's not in the fridge though and without a massive neutron bombardmen, she doesn't seem to be drinkable either for the moment. She gives a short nod to the girl entering... the kitchen is a good idea. What's there?

Anyway, to perhaps start a little conversation, she tells with an enduring grin:

"Somehow, zhis was not what I 'ad in mind venn I though of making vacations in zhe states, naturellement..."

Luckily Sylvaine knows to use cold water to clean the blood away from the sleeves, since it has the additional benefit of not being reminded of that warm, pulsing flow again. She spends an inordinate amount of time (and soap) in the bathroom while pondering what's next. Safehous? Yes well she can visit there, but she's not planning to stay. Hm, a dress. Weaponry... now why not a bow, that could just work, no? She shakes her head, what is she thinking there, taking a weapon to a ball. 'Going to the states will surely leave a big impression on you.', her colleague back from the practice told her. Seems she was more than right.

Sylvaine finally emerges from the bathroom again, having gained back more contenance, and sees what's up and where the people are gathering and what they are discussing.

Sylvaine frowns and mutters to herself:

"Merde alors, où peut une dame achèter une robe bath pour cette masquerade... ces les états unis, pas une place de la mode..."

She looks around again and ponders a moment, but perhaps they could give Blackburn a call when he was better and ask him. What a horror. A hip ball but nothing nice to dress for the occasion.

Suddenly though, she pales and looks rather awkward before pulling together again, realizing that she's just worrying about clothing, when she still can remember the feeling, warm, live and pulsing, of the blood that kept spilling from below her hands, the feeling of having the man die right under her hands. She looks around with slightly widened eyes, and a somewhat guilty expression.

I'll take my leave for two days, headed over to Paris for the weekend, starting friday evening (GMT-wise).

Cheers, Q. just tow Sylv along should the need arise.

More un- than easy, Sylvaine opens the door on her side quite slowly. It's probably better not to do any fast movements. She keeps an eye on the guy and the scenery, swallowing rather hard, with a definete shade of pale on her face (although her skin is sublimely bright teinted). Being a touch person herself, she offers Corrie a hand should she want to get out, her other hand, should the guy actually look towards them, performing a greeting gesture followed by a muttered:

"Salut."

"Zhen why all the dead people?"

If they are. Sylvaine for the moment is shocked enough to stay sitting where she is, eying the scene rather off-balance.

Sylvaine, probably sitting on the far side from Hector with Corrie in the middle, still looks at her wound a bit, checks, meanwhile testing her shoulder a little for tension, before removing her hands respecting the wish not to be touched.

"Voilà! Zhis should be fine for zhe moment. On zhat note, you seriously need a massage, lolly-pop."

She turns her head a bit to the side, watching the areas they are passing, and re-arranging the things in her handbag.

Luck for Corrie, Sylvaine just happens to have some sprayskin in her handbag. First she gets into the truck though, explaining to her:

"You're bitten quite bad... I... I vould not ave believed a man could do zhat, a loup, yes, but a man? Veeeery well. If you not mind, I veell apply some sprayskin, else it vould leave a scar très nasty. If you mind to hold your neck still?"

She gives a perfect, reassuring, calming smile:

"I'm afraid I vill have to touch you for zhe treatment though, if zhat is okay?"

Sylvaine fiddles with her handbag, nodding.

"C'est pas un probleme. A, miss sucette... lolly-pop... if you wish, I could desinfect zhat bite and per-aps vrap somezhing around it."

#and since pics seem to be in-style, I'll link the bike here (don't want to post as image to not clog up the thread): http://www.jamisbikes.com/bikes/images/04_satellite.jpg

Thinking a moment, Sylvaine fiddles out the card, looks at the hologram for a moment tilting the card, and then presses the button. To the doorman:

"Zhank you for your courtesy and patience. From zhe side of the establishment, it was a very pleasant stay."

Ha. Ha.