Gypsie frowned and looked up enraged by the interruption, but his eyes met those of a lovely young lady with blue dyed hair. It was a good day, he'd be certain to thank Goddess properly at the small chapel he had ordered built close to his office. Well, I'll be damned, how lucky can I get this morning? Wait... what time is it? Oh. And more importantly. I might be Gypsie, or she may be Gypsie. He points at Miss Shelby. Or maybe Gypsie Skripto is a construct of the imaginary collective of all Zoners in Sirius and Gallia. A ghost of sorts who's eternally doomed to haunt the cretins, the fascists and the heretics for the crimes commited by them against Eris and her church of Eris Esoteric, or even the Zoner Community! He stops to take a breath. Who asks? Did Gollanski send you to finish me off? Back away, Hashashin! Or else speak your name and motives!
Elena stared at him for a few seconds, puzzling over what was going on with him - and whether he was really Gypsie, the one administrating this joint. What the hell is he even talking about..? Eris Eroterics?? He must be on some serious drugs..., she thought.
After she had sipped from her glass of water again - damn, why did she even have to be dried out? The shorts at the bar gave her a big smile -, she reached her hand out to him, laughing. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself - my name's Elena. Elena Voigt. Nice to meet ya. Afterwards, she whispered to the blonde woman. Is he always that way?, before turning back to Gypsie again. Whatever. You're not the most common administrator, I see. You know, this place has changed a lot since I've visited the last time. For the better, of course. She laughed. grabbing her glass. I'm not a assassin, don't worry, just a usual mercenary looking for some work. But, if you allow me to be curious, what problems do you have with this guy - Golanski, was it? - that makes you think he wanna kill you?
Putting the glass on the table again, she deeply looked into Gypsie's eyes, hoping for a usable answer...
He was relieved, even if it had only been a fit of paranoia. I am sorry. I am not supposed to divulge my experiences as TAZ Ambassador. Not that it's not a common story among fringers, the attack of Order at Shasta during the Zoner Zummit, but still... I don't know if I can trust you. At least, yet. He looks at his Vice-Administrator trying to read her reaction towards this stranger.
Maria looks back at Gypsie and rolls her eyes; turning back to Elena she says: Look . . . whatever HIS (she points at Gypsie) problems are with the Order, he can deal with them. That's all I'm gonna say about that matter. Maria gets up from the table: Now, if you'll excuse me, I have stuff to do. This place doesn't run on hopes and dreams, you know?
Maria leaves Gypsie and Elena and goes towards the office quarters.
After looking back after Maria, Elena turns to Gypsie again, while emptying her glass. Well, I guess she's right about that. Your problems shouldn't be mine. She stands up. I've got to get some of my own stuff done, as well. One doesn't earn money by sitting in pubs all day long. She goes to the bar to put her glass back and says: But hey, if you need the help of a 'lancer sometime - I think you know the business. Otherwise, have a great day!
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