A Heretic's Plea

A Heretic's Plea
Date of Scene:	05 March 2013
Location:	Traverse Town - Twilight Detective Agency
Synopsis:	A man walks into the TDA and requests their help after making startling revelations.
Cast of Characters:	Deidra, Will Sherman, Mercade Alexander, Tifa Lockhart, Avira, Celina Duvalis, Emi Dennou, Ramza Beoulve

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Deidra has posed:
Deidra is about to head out to place her order then Tifa steps in saying Honey, I'm home. There's a jaw dropped she kinda of stares for a moment at Tifa, Ramza's words are heard she'll register them later before she close her jaw and shakes her head a bit,. Things are getting strange really. "Sounds like your people and you have had it pretty rough." She also pauses at the order of Milk? Okay that's also suprising then agian he likely wants to keep his wits about him, right?

Mercade Alexander has posed:
Tifa comes into the place, and she...

Mercade's expresion goes to 0 to 'wut' in 1.3 seconds. "Tifa..." Will just makes things worse. "Will, I didn't marry her!" He pauses, looking back to Tifa for a moment. "Uhhh...." And then he looks back to Will. "And we're not doing anything! We're just business partners!"

He looks back to Tifa, with a deer-in-headlights way about him for the moment.

Celina Duvalis has posed:
Celina says, calmly, "Hooray, another married couple working in the TDA!" She raises her glass of non-Will tained alcohol at Tifa and Mercade, hiding a grin.

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart laughs "Don't get excited, I was just teasing Mercade." She grins, moving back down the stairs, coming back home a few seconds later with a glass full of milk for Ramza "Here you go." She smirks, crossing her arms "We're not that intimate, and I'm pretty sure Mercade has interest in someone else."

Will Sherman has posed:
"Oh my~!" Will grins at Mercade, just making this worse...and then Ramza speaks up.

He blinks at Ramza for a long hard moment, "Milk?" he asks.

Ramza Beoulve has posed:
"Fate has dealt us this hand for a reason, M'lady." Ramza had no idea what Deidra was, and he was too polite to ask at the moment. She was well spoken and polite herself, which worked out to her favor in that regard given that Ivalice had nothing in the way of demihumans in his time. But Ramza did mean what he said, he judged an individual upon their actions. "That does not mean I think there is some grand destiny in store for me. I simply cannot stand idly by while Ivalice is debauched by those who would profit off the suffering of innocents."

Ramza takes the glass of milk, nodding his thanks, and takes a pull from the glass. Wiping off his mouth, he finally offers to Will. "Most men as live my sort of life come wanting spirits is it? I would posit to you that it takes a hardened campaigner, to have the courage to choose milk in a tavern." He then winks at him. "Or mayhaps I simply like the taste."

Will Sherman has posed:
"Or they have no head for it." Will counters, with a mischevious grin. "Oh don't mind me, I was a little surprise you'd call for milk so openly. But I guess it takes all types." Will continues, with that grin.

Ramza Beoulve has posed:
Ramza clucks his tongue. "And now you bait me into the snare. While I am renowned amongst my company for taking it; methinks you sold me short this time."

Deidra has posed:
Deidra may look like she crawled out of some infernal pit but she really didn't. Then agin you could count New York as an infernal pit so who honestly knows? She'd answer if he did ask she just didn't think to explain it really rhough if someone brings it up she happily will. For now she's just enjouin the converstation. "I can agree on that feeling. There's been enough suffering with the Heartless runing wild. "As for the milk it also means he keeps his wits about him also useful I'd say."

Ramza Beoulve has posed:
Outside the window, raised voices can be heard. "Fie on you Bunansa!" Another voice that sounds far more urgent. "NO DON'T TOUCH.." Glistening blades of lightning flash down and strike the cobbles outside with brief roar of thunder. "..that." Now a woman's voice. "You addledbrained knave!" The first man's voice. "Oho, so the frigid harpy comes a-courting? Well you're welcome to..." Thunk. The voice is cut short.

Ramza listens, his lips pursing, then curving into a frown. "Pray forgive me, I must excuse myself. Thank you again, I could ask for no better hospitality from any host." He takes the first few steps down the stairs slowly, then once out of sight begins to tear down the staircase at full speed.

Mercade Alexander has posed:
Mercade seems lost in thought. Is he looking at Tifa? Maybe, maybe not. He's letting Will and Ramza go back and forth, not worrying so much about the situation. The lightning, however, causes him to jump. "Whoa!" He looks over, and back to Ramza. "Well, farewell, Ramza. Good luck in your work, all right? We'll see you."

Tifa Lockhart has posed:
Tifa Lockhart watches Ramza leaving as well. Well, milk is not that odd in a bar either, she serves everykind. She likes the taste of milk too. "So I guess noone else needs drinks here tonight." She smirks, and walks back down the stairs "You can call me if you need me for anything 'honey'."

Deidra has posed:
Deidra pauses for a moment at the chos out side she nods for a moment "Best get to handling that. Take care Ramza, we shall meet again." She looks over at Mercade and Tifa with a grin on her face. "I think I'll leave you two alone for a bit I have food to get." With that she also departs.

Mercade Alexander has posed:
Mercade waves to Tifa. "I'll be down in a bit. I might want to get something." Something that isn't Will's Black Pot of doom.