Late night meeting (|Open|)

[Ada Maida]

Ada was rubbing her neck. She hadn't slept for three days, and the familiar headache and grogginess was taking its told on her. She was sitting in her office, with her feet up on the desk. She grabbed a red bull and just drank it. She needed to stay awake. Only a few more hours. She couldn't sleep before Melanie went home. She needed to close up the place, and turn on all the alarms. Some could only be turned on from the inside. Of course Melanie had a few rooms upstairs, where she stayed whenever Ada was gone on business.

She pinched herself, and got up. Pacing the office. She looked outside, just to make sure the sun was still up. It wasn't, she cursed and walked out to the open area in the auction house where Melanie was doing something. Ada yawned as she waved to Melanie. ”Melania is the Alain Tarke estate and items been logged?”

[/b] Ada pulled the rubber band she had in her hair out. ”They are all catalogued. I have spoken with Ryan and he has the mansion ready to be sold, when you have been there to take the items you have requested.”[/b] ”Right, I'll get it done tomorrow. Do you want to go home early today Melanie?”[/b] Melanie looked at Ada, the blood shut eyes told their own story.

Melanie didn't say anything, she just walked over to her desk and shut down the computer and got her jacket and umbrella. She left minutes after, Ada was just going over some papers that she had to sign for tomorrow, as she would be taking out an add in the news paper for the new auction within the next two weeks. She walked over the white marble floors, with the off white walls. Everything was light and clean. As it looked best. Of course keeping things white and clean, took an effort. However Ada liked it bright.

Most paintings looked their best on a white wall, their colours would shine and look stronger or even frailer. Either way, the white walls would fade when someone looked at the paintings. Or even the mirrors or goblets. Ada stopped and looked at an old silver plate, that had old Egyptian hieroglyphs written all over. It was rare in the sense that most things that had been made in that particulate era had been gold. This was a plate that could be the famous Samsons head had been placed on. It could being the key word here.

If it had been the plate, it would not have been in this room. True Ada would have done anything to own, but she would have placed it three floors down. Her secret floor. Her secret fae proofed floor. They could not walk into her place. It was very simply Ada didn't trust faes, any faes. Which was slightly ironic when one looked at her past, she was a fae descendant. Yet she hated pretty much everything that was fae related. Herself and family and friends not included.

Ada was pulled out of her thoughts as the door bell rang. She had not locked up after Melanie. The sound of the rain filled the auction house for a few brief moments. Ada turned slowly around, knowing who ever had entered was not a fae. Her entire home and house was fae proofed. Meaning very simple no fae could enter the block she owned. [/blockquote]

[Rissa O'Sullivan]

((Hopefully this post is okay... I'm not feeling too good, but that's making me not be able to sleep and I'm bored. D: ))

If it wasn't for the fact that Rissa wanted answers, she might have been tempted to stay in at home. The weather was absolutely horrid, alternating between drizzling and outright pouring cats-and-dogs... not the type she liked at all. But it had been a few days since last seeing that fae, and even after knowing what the knife she'd been given did, she couldn't find anything on the internet about it. There were no books to be found either, and there was only one person she could think of who might know more about it. Ada.

So Rissa was off at dusk to visit her friend, wrapped in a dark hooded rainjacket and comfy jeans. The plus side? It was a chance to visit Ada, and she hadn't seen the woman in a while. The downside? The walk from the parking lot to the front door was a wet one. Her umbrella didn't do much in the way of offering protection from the rain, and by the time she reached the door to Ada's auction house she was completely soaked from the knees down.

Before ringing the doorbell, she pushed back her hood and drew the water out from her clothes, dumping the resulting pool of water onto the sidewalk. Having her particular ability was good for something at least; even if she got wet, she could just take the water off.

A stray thought that it was good she hadn't gotten her shirt wet flitted through her mind. Sure, she could pull the water out, but sometimes shirts had a nasty side-affect of shrinking when that happened, depending on their material. Even designer ones, unfortunately.

But enough about the rain, it was high time she got out of the nasty weather. Ringing the doorbell, she waited a moment before trying the door. Still open, surprisingly, and she opened it fully to slip inside. Rissa waved at the woman turning around to face her. "Ada, hi!" she said with a smile. "I hope you don't mind me stopping by.... the weather's absolutely horrible out there, but I had a question about something I was given. A fae weapon, something that I'm fairly certain is rare. And any chance to stop by and see you... how are you doing? Good, I hope?"

[Ada Maida]

Ada turned around. She was tired, but the second she saw Rissa, she forgot the headache and the fact that she wasn't feeling rested. She walked over and just hugged Rissa. As she locked the door, and turned the sign in the door. She turned around and just pointed at the door that lead to the stairs. Now Ada did have an elevator she just never used it. Not to get to her apartment on the top floor. She loved stairs as she kept herself in shape, running up and down all day.

"Ada, hi!" Rissa smiled and Ada smiled back. As the walked towards the stairs. "I hope you don't mind me stopping by.... the weather's absolutely horrible out there, but I had a question about something I was given. A fae weapon, something that I'm fairly certain is rare. And any chance to stop by and see you... how are you doing? Good, I hope?" Ada just nodded and was looking forward to seeing a new weapon. She just didn't want to touch it though.

She just turned of the light in the shop, and walked upstairs. She pointed at the table in the kitchen as she started to make both some dinner. She liked to cook, however it wasn't everyday she bothered with it. She had long hours and she didn't have much time to herself. As she looked at Rissa when she placed the wok on the table and grabbed a couple of plates and cutlery. She grabbed water and two glasses and simply sat down.

”So let me see the weapon. Just place it on the table and I will take a look.!

[/b] Ada poured the food on her plate after Rissa had finished, and leaned back as she stretched herself. ”By the way Rissa, I have a small job for you, next Wednesday if you are free. A small trip to London, a collector died a couple of days ago, and he has first edition of Don Juan, and a few more. He might even have a fae book I really want my hands on. I have made an offer that his widow couldn't refuse. So I need someone to go with me, just in case. Anyway if you need a days work, and you have the day of. Let me know.![/b]

Ada smiled as she sat there eating. Ready to see the treasure that Rissa had gotten her hands on. [/blockquote]

[Rissa O'Sullivan]

Rissa couldn't help but smile at how excited Ada was, and hugged the girl back. Following her up the stairs and out of the public portion of the building, she wondered if Ada would be able to tell her anything. Hopefully luck would be with Rissa tonight... lately it more seemed like luck was against her.

Before business though, food sounded wonderful. She hadn't been expecting food, but if Ada wanted dinner then that was perfectly fine - homemade food was always good. Too often lately Rissa relied on quick frozen dinner that could be nuked; unlike some in her family, she was a terrible cook. She gladly took the glass of water, and dug in. She was a fast eater though, and she was nearly done when Ada asked the question she'd been waiting for.

”So let me see the weapon. Just place it on the table and I will take a look!"

At that she smiled. "One second, it's in my purse." Getting up and grabbing her purse from where she'd dumped it on a side table, she dug around for the knife. For the moment she'd taken a plain leather scabbard from one of her other knves to cover the blade of this knife. Even though it may not hurt her, after one mishap the other day where she'd found her wallet sliced up, it was pretty obvious the same wouldn't be true for anything else.

"Alright, this is the one," she said, still holding it. "I was gifted it by a fae... and from all appearances it's bound to me. I've tested it myself - if I try to toss it away, it comes back. If I think about the knife while I'm away from it, it will appear in my hand. And from what I managed to pry from the fae before he disappeared, it can never be taken from me or used against me. Those two claims, I haven't had a chance to test out yet though. But see?"

Rolling up a sleeve, she slipped the blade from its scabbard and sliced hard against her forearm. Other than a red line from the pressure, there was no other effect. No cut, no blood, and she held her arm out for inspection before putting the knife down sans its temporary holder and rolling her sleeve back down.

"That's all I know about it, and I was hoping you might be able to fill me in a bit. How rare are these things? Is it something that's pretty common to the fae, or something that could possibly be of interest to someone who is determined enough to get their hands on one? And are there any side effects, or ways that it could be turned against me?" Basically, she wanted anything Ada knew.

"Oh! And as for your trip... I should be free for the day, I think. I've got a high-profile assassination that me and my sisters are starting to work on, and I've got some meetings coming up for the weekly fae-haters meetings, but I should be able to stay free for one day." It would be nice to see how London was doing - Rissa hadn't been out of Dublin much since the mess started up.

[Ada Maida]

Ada looked at the knife as Rissa pulled it out. Ada leaned forward, before she pulled back. She nodded and just held one finger up. She grabbed the plates and just put it the dishwasher, before she went to her office and grabbed a magnifying glass. She came back and just sat down. She looked at Rissa as she reached for the knife. The second she touched it, her mind exploded. She gasped as the tears ran down her face. However she didn't let the pain win.

She took in deep breaths and waited for the first wave of pain to lessen. She pulled the knife closer as she narrowed her eyes. There. The royal sign. She was about to tell Rissa that this was a very rare item when the next wave of pain hit her. For seconds she wasn't in her kitchen. The knife was held by a fae. He looked angry, as he killed someone, a child. Ada tried to push the premonition away, however she failed as the next murder filled her body. She didn't know the faces. But they had the royal robes on.

She was taken to another room, was this the court room? She held on to the knife. As she was pulled further back. Panting from the pain, as she saw how it was crafted. By song. By blood. By the death of infant. Ada just screamed as she let go of the knife. She was pale and ran for her bathroom as she held a hand in front of her mouth. When she came back, she smiled and looked at Rissa.

”I am sorry, normally I can handle it.”

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Ada sat down, and just smiled pale. She looked at the knife and simply grabbed a tissue and picked up the knife. ”Not sure if you can see this sign. The top one.”[/b] Ada pointed at it, and handed over the magnifying glass to Rissa. ”that sign is the royal sign. This is a very rare knife, it might be one of its kind. Where did you get it Rissa?”[/b] Ada looked at her friend. As she looked at the knife.

Ada looked worried at her best friend. She wondered if Rissa was in danger, from the fae that had given her the knife. Or some other faes would come after her. However this knife could be the Dae'or knife. Ada looked at the knife. It was a myth. However the myth once told Once a prince of the court. Was born out of wedlock. The child was cursed, as his fathers wife, the queen wanted him dead. For years his mother managed to keep him safely tucked away. As no one ever saw him. However the King loved his mistress, and his son. One day he decided to make a knife that would protect his son. Ada drank some water as she looked at Rissa. Before she continued.

So the myth forth told that the knife would never be any danger for the child. It was made from his blood and the rare iron from the depths of the mountains of despair. For a long time, most didn't believed that it was made. However when the child grew up, he became a very strong fae. He didn't pose a threat, yet one day the queen figured out who he was. She sent her best assassins after him, yet they failed. Every attempt on his life, was fought of. When he finally did die from old age, the knife disappeared. Some say he was buried with it, some say he was burned with it. What ever happened to it, n one knows. However its one of the stronger myths in fae history.

Ada looked at Rissa, as she looked at the knife. Knowing if this was the knife, the question would be, how the fae that Rissa knew, had gotten his hands on it. Why he had given it up for her. Ada looked at her, wondering what her friend had of other secrets. However Ada smiled and nodded. She grabbed a book on a shelf, that had stories about fae myths. Some were only that a myth, but other had potential to be truth. The knife had been one that Ada had believed was only a story. Yet she was sure that the knife that Rissa had, was the Dae'or. [/blockquote]

[Rissa O'Sullivan]

Rissa knew even before her friend touched the knife that whatever Ada saw, it wasn't going to be pretty. This knife, it had seen blood - of that she was sure. No powerful weapon went through history without spilling blood, after all that was what weapons were for. But she hadn't expected Ada's reaction to be so severe. Concerned over what the woman was experiencing, she could only wait and watch the tears fall.

She didn't have long to wait. The scream startled Rissa, and she picked up the knife from where it had fallen to lay it back on the table. How bad must its history be, for Ada to be so affected? If it was bad, was this something she really ought to keep? Had it been used to murder innocents? Commit even worse crimes? But even if it had, would there be a way to get rid of the knife; to break its attachment to her?

Once Ada was back she sat back down, not commenting on it. She would get to it soon enough, and she didn't want to push Ada. It couldn't be easy seeing those kinds of memories... Rissa herself wouldn't want to. It was one thing to kill the fae, or the humans that deserved it. But it was another to revisit a death in full detail like her friend did.

”Not sure if you can see this sign. The top one. That sign is the royal sign. This is a very rare knife, it might be one of its kind. Where did you get it Rissa?”

A royal sign, as in one of the royal fae families? She honestly hadn't known the fae had symbols for their royalty, though it shouldn't have surprised her. After all, didn't humans do the same? There was more though, she could tell it by the way Ada was starting to look. So she waited, and was rewarded when Ada started in on something that sounded like a story, or a myth.

"When he finally did die from old age, the knife disappeared. Some say he was buried with it, some say he was burned with it. What ever happened to it, n one knows. However its one of the stronger myths in fae history."

Hooly crap. This was beyond what Rissa had been expecting. If this was the knife of the story, then.... well damn. If any fae realized what she held, they would be all over this. Something that was steeped in myth and legend? If the fae were anything like humans, anyone from collectors to the power-hungry would be after it. That would be really, really bad for Rissa... she couldn't very well operate stealth assassinations if she had people after her. Though.... let's not get ahead of herself. Obviously so far no one knew it was real, or if they did they had no idea where it was.

"Wow. Some knife created to protect an ancient fae kid? That would explain it's properties... but how did Taha get it?" That last bit she hadn't meant to say out loud, but they slipped out as she was thinking. "I was given the knife last week by that stalker fae I told you about last month. The one who'd been taking my hits and killing them himself? He's got a serious obsession over me, Ada."

As she spoke, she took a look at the book that Ada had pulled out. The story was in there, in more detail and in fancier writing, but essentially it was the same as what Ada had recited. Huh... fae fairy tales? Who would have thought.

"Last week I'd caught him at it again, except this time he actually didn't interfere past spooking my hit. I found the knife in my apartment that night, along with a note with one word, Taharanja. And then the next day I ran into him again, and managed to pry out a little bit before he poofed on me." She opted not to mention what else had happened.... that kiss was one thing she wasn't quite ready to share with anyone yet. She still hadn't worked out that one.

"But I don't think he means harm to me... I really don't." So how did he get it? There were just so many questions she had, and it seemed like she wasn't going to get answers any time soon for most of those questions. Turning her attention from the book back to her friend, Rissa frowned in worry. "And what did you see, Ada? It must have been pretty bad, I mean like you said yourself normally they don't affect you so much."

[Ada Maida]

Ada looked at Rissa. The knife was rare, even if it wasn't the Dae'or. This was still a relic that Ada wanted her hands on. However it was bound to her friend, and if there was anyone out there, that needed the protection it was Rissa. Ada hated that her best friend was out there, killing and getting in the live of fire. Now she had a rare knife, and a fae stalker. Ada wanted to find this stalker and hurt him beyond repair.

She got up, and simply made tea. If there was any time where Ada was stressed or worried, she would simply got on autopilot and make tea. She was British after all. She made them both some tea and just sat down, rubbing her temples. She felt worse and exhausted, however she knew she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight. The images of the infant killed and the sensation of being frozen to the core of herself. Wouldn't let go of her. She would not get any rest tonight was it was.

Ada sat on her chair, going over what she could do, when Rissa had gone to bed. She could catalogue a few more things, or go down to her secret floor, and find some of the old books, and see if the knife was truly the Dae'or. She could take a few days to make sure she got it right, and fae signs were at best tricky. She tended to get migraines if she had to read the signs for longer than a few hours. However it would like always be worth it. Especially when it was Rissa that was the prime target.

Ada made sure that Rissas room was clean, she would always clean a room when someone left them, and she would always double check them when someone was going to stay over night. She smiled and just made sure that Rissa had extra blankets and pillows. The night would be cold, as a blizzard was approaching. Ada would never let Rissa freeze. She would rather cut her arm of than be anything but the perfect hostess.

She made sure Rissa was sleeping before she walked to the stairs, she walked to the ground floor, and exited the stairs, and went out to the garages and moved the secret wall. Not that Rissa didn't know she had it, because Rissa was the only one that even knew there were floors under the old building. How Ada had managed to get the floors there in the first place as a puzzle, but Ada came from a big family, and one of her brothers were in construction.

She took the stairs, as there wasn't an elevator down to the floors below the streets. She walked down and turned of the alarms and simply grabbed a couple of books and a notebook and started to do her research. She would be staying there till an hour before the sun got up, she would bake some bread for Rissa and spoil her. If she was lucky, she would get a second look at the knife. But only a look, Ada didn't feel like taking another trip down the memory lane of the knife. What she had seen was bad enough.

She felt tired and tense, however she didn't take as much as a single break in her research. She couldn't afford to lose precious minutes on a break, when her best friend was being stalked by a fae, and she had gotten a fae relic, that Ada would put her life on the line that a lot of faes and other would kill for. She would be damned if she didn't find out if the knife was Dae'or or maybe another knife. There were a few knives out there that had a history so bloody that Ada would lay sleepless for days over them.

She didn't notice how fast the time went, and when her cell went of, she was startled. She looked at the cell, before she put the books back into their places and walked upstairs after turning on the alarms. She went straight for the kitchen and simply started making breakfast. Which would be freshly made break, eggs and orange juice which she would make herself. So she liked to spoil those that were under her roof, given she rarely had guests. If one didn't count Melanie. Ada turned around with a huge smile when Rissa entered the kitchen.

True she was tired, but that didn't mean she shouldn’t be a good hostess. Ada simply sat down, as she let Rissa eat, seeing she had found some things that were interesting however nothing was conclusive. She even ate a little as she waited for Rissa to wake up. Before Ada even though about it, she had made Rissa some coffee, true Ada lived of tea, and Rissa from coffee. They were in some ways very different, yet in many ways equal.

[Rissa O'Sullivan]

Rissa's questions to Ada opened up even more questions as the two talked for a while longer. What her friend had seen made her uneasy... and that it was something which had spilled the blood of an innocent child to be given magical qualities? That didn't sit well with her... but at the same time, those events were long gone, and who was she to look down on a blade that would be a very welcome weapon in the months to come. More than anything now she just wanted to uncover the knife's history; knowledge was power after all.

Not long after that though she found herself yawning, and before she knew it she'd been hustled down to the bedroom she usually slept in while at Ada's. With the promise that they would talk more - not just about this knife, but catching up too - she quickly fell asleep.

The next morning Rissa woke up to her alarm ringing bright and early. Wondering what the day would bring, after freshening up she followed her nose to the kitchen. Scrambled eggs... oh, heaven. The scents brought a smile to her face, and she waved goodmorning to her friend upon entering the kitchen.

Fresh food... it beat cereal any day. Rissa ate pretty quickly, enjoying the homemade breakfast, before getting another surprise. "Coffee.... you are a lifesaver Ada," she told the woman with a laugh. Did Ada know her or what? She definitely couldn't function without her morning coffee... didn't matter if it was cold, stale, or fresh just as long as she had her daily infusion of caffeine.

Taking small sips of her coffee, she continued on. "And I know you just as well, so come on. You look exhausted - did you sleep at all last night? I'm betting you were up pretty late researching, weren't you? I know you had some theories before I went to bed, so did you find anything else? I'd love to know where this dropped off to for the last however many years it's been missing... in a collector's case somewhere maybe?"

[Ada Maida]

Ada smiled to Rissa as she nodded to her. Ada had found something that was interesting. At least if the knife was the Dae'or. She smiled as she grabbed her note book. She asked for the knife again and simply grabbed a tissue and picked up the knife. Sometimes it worked. Other times she still saw the images. Ada grunted from pain, when the images hit her again. She closed her eyes, as she tried to breathe through her mouth and exhaled through the nose. It was one of the only ways she knew how to get the nausea away.

She removed the cloth as she looked at the knife, letting her fingers slide over the blade, being very careful not to cut herself. If this was indeed the Dae'or it was poisoned. It would kill anyone that wasn't the royal bastard son. Of course she didn't have the name of the prince. Yet she knew one thing. There was only one fae that could touch the blade and not get hurt. Only one. And he was stalking her best friend.

She looked at the knife, she knew there was only one way she would be sure. However she didn't have anyone to kill. Rissa would most likely know one or ten. She was the leader of the rebellion against the faes. ”Well this is Dae'or, or I am more than 99% sure of it. Which means that your stalker is a royalty. Only one fae can touch the knife and not get poisoned. Oh its poisoned, but it wont cut or hurt you ever, me on the other hand. Anyway get an unsuspecting fae to touch it and they will die a horrid way. Anyway I am very sure this is the Dae'or. If so we should never let it get back to its original owner.”

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Ada looked at Rissa, as she handed her the knife. Ada was very careful not to get any cuts or anything. She was a pro-lifer. She loved living, and would like to get old one day. So she didn't take any chances. However the knife was a puzzle. Why would a prince of the Unseelie, hand over the knife that had been made to protect his life. What was going on. Why did Ada get more tense about the stalking fae? She wanted him dead. More than dead, if he was after Rissa she would have to find someone to kill him.

Ada looked at Rissa as she nodded they were in deep over their head. However she would find out if the knife was the famous knife. She was tired, however she would not be able to sleep now. The knife would keep her up for a few days. All she could hope for, was to get some micro sleep. Of course being out there where you needed micro sleep meant you were breaking down. Ada knew she could handle a day or two more than your average human. But still she hated it. That and nightmares.

***

It was Wednesday and Ada was packing the van, it was filled with blankets and sodas, a termos with team and one with coffee. She had snacks and lunch, not that she didn't want to pay for it, but she had baked the night before, so she had made some chicken and made some home made food for the road. She had even taken snacks with them. From carrot sticks to candy. There was nothing that either of the girls liked that wasn't already there. Maybe ice-cream but that was about it.

Ada smiled when Rissa showed up, she had a couple of croissants for breakfast. She would let Rissa drive. Ada hated when others drove, but Rissa was the only other driver bar Ryan that Ada trusted to drive safely. She would need to go over the estate. She had gotten pictures and she was going over one more time, what she would offer for it all, or what she would offer for every item she wanted. Having Rissa with her was always good, as the new owner was a young guy that had a history of young beautiful women.

She laughed when Rissa started talking about Ryan, Ryan had once had a crush on Rissa, but he had gotten over it. Well the first time she had kneed him. Of course he had asked for it, literally. He had challenged her, and thought she would back away. However Rissa wasn't that easy to get to stop. Not when he had challenged her and dances very provocative. Ada had been in tears all day long, while being sent to get more ice. She had laughed and hi-fived Rissa.

Ada smiled at the mere flashback she had. ”Remember when Ryan told you to knee him? I talked to him last night, we kinda talked about it, and he was asking if you would ever knee an innocent turkey, don't ask me what he meant. You know Ryan he is 9 shades of crazy.”[/b][/blockquote]

[Rissa O'Sullivan]

((Hey, do you think we should create a new thread for the trip? Or keep it here?))

Holy crap. Her stalker fae was a royal fae? The thought stunned her. And also worried her. Whenever the fae were involved, it wasn't a good thing by any means. But when the royals were involved? Doubly not a good thing. And did that mean he was an active part of what was left of the unseelie court? Even better then that he was gone and following her wishes that she didn't want to see him again.

It was a lot to think on, that was for sure. But the fact that it was poisoned could proof useful, definitely. If she could just get random fae to pick it up... would it work instantly? Was it a slow poison? What about it she actually wounded someone with it? If there was a way for Rissa to fully wield it, this might prove to be a game changing weapon. Perhaps she would go out tonight and test it out; find a group of fae causing trouble and see what happened.

At least Rissa had some answers though, even if it did raise more questions that she wanted to know. Satisfied for the moment, for the rest of the morning conversation turned to other topics. Discussion over plans for the coming Wednesday, among other things.

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Four days later, Rissa woke up bright and early. If she was a sane person, she'd be calling it the "oh dear god it's too early" hour, but it wasn't too bad. A pot of coffee and a bowl of cereal later and she was good to go. After doing some last moment tidying/making sure things were safely tucked away where burglars wouldn't find them (it wouldn't due to have anyone break in and find all of her tools of the trade, now would it) she was on her way.

The car ride was going to be a long one, so she was glad that when she arrived she saw Ada had already packed the van with lots of food and snacks. And with more coffee, too. She was actually looking forward to the mini-trip. Being out of town for a day would let her not have to worry about anything except getting them there and back - no thoughts about anything but the moment. Things were bad, but not bad enough that she couldn't afford herself that much. Though.... Rissa kind of wished she wasn't the one driving, or at least that they were driving something other than the van. But oh well, it was for a good cause after all.

But soon enough they were on the way, and as they left Dublin's city limits talk shifted to Ada's brother. She wondered how he was doing in all of this... she wasn't friends per se with the man, but the three of them had hung out occasionally. He was a very... amusing man, to say the least, and the only one of Ada's brothers that she had really spent much time with.

”Remember when Ryan told you to knee him? I talked to him last night, we kinda talked about it, and he was asking if you would ever knee an innocent turkey, don't ask me what he meant. You know Ryan he is 9 shades of crazy.”

At that Rissa laughed, still amused at the memory. Oh how she remembered that time. The poor guy really thought she wouldn't do it, even after he decided he was going to try and provoke her by dancing pretty provocatively. Of course she'd known Ryan was crushing on her at the time, and that probably made him a little braver than he might otherwise have been.

"Oh yeah, I remember that. Poor guy, I don't think I've ever heard someone screech that bad unless they're on the end of a hit." She chuckled again and shook her head. "Crazy he is, but if I'm not mistaken he's asking if I'd ever knee someone who hasn't bugged me? No idea, but if he is I don't think so. You know me, I don't hurt the innocents. Now, people who kiss me, try to feel me up, or anything else when I'm not okay with it? That's another story totally. Some men just don't deserve to keep their family jewels intact, if you know what I mean."

Though at least she hadn't dealt with anyone like that in a long time... actually, to be honest? She could count on one hand the number of people. "But speaking of Ryan and crazy, he hasn't done anything too crazy lately, has he? And how are the rest of your family? Everyone doing good in this crazy time?"

As she spoke, Rissa kept her eyes on the road as she drove. Best be careful; she wasn't sure what they might run into on the way. She hadn't been out of the city at all since the start of things, except into countryside, and though Ada said this particular route hadn't been too touched by the mess, you never knew.