Who: York, Ianto Jones and [OPEN] When: Friday, January 3rd, 10am Where: The coffee shop What: Even Spartans need coffee. Rating: PG-13 for likely cursing Status: Incomplete and open
It was quite unfortunate that the people River liked had a tendency to be those that Ianto hated. Or hated Ianto. But in considering, one must also realize that just about everyone in town found River agreeable.
Hence the protectiveness.
She sat back with her legs curled up beneath her on the chair and fingers warmed by the coffee, simply observing. It was what she did best, listening, and unused skills were hardly ever improved.
"It doesn't work that way with some people," he said to Matt, clattering dishes and silverware back behind the counter. York's comment didn't go unheard, either, though Ianto didn't want to think of himself as a doormat. Finally, though, he looked up and offered them all a little smile. "It's alright. It's just .. really humiliating." Total loss of dignity.
"Have you found a new place to live now? Or are you staying at a hotel?" York asked the question even as he glanced aside at Delta, who had turned to face the blonde man. They shared a brief moment of silence, where they were undoubtedly speaking to one another, before blue eyes came back to Ianto. "She's easy enough to buy off. She'll do just about anything for money. Or a good trade."
"She gave me a knife." Suddenly River was talking, feeling like she had something important to bring to the conversation, especially when it came to Texasmiss.
Having finished his mocha, Matt seemed content to spin the cup around slowly in his hands, looking between the other three curiously. It didn't matter if someone stole a house, not with some people? He really didn't understand this town, or maybe he just needed to somehow get caught up in Canadian law or something, but...
Matt chewed on his lip thoughtfully, having nothing to add to the conversation except more useless, worried confusion.
Well. When the said stealer of the house sat by a window with a sniper rifle and picked people off, there wasn't much the police really could do. And Aternaville seemed a force unto itself. Rather than deal with the fuss, Ianto had dropped it, unwilling to wage the war he'd need to extract Tex.
He shook his head at York's question. "Not the hotel, no. I've been living with my Someone Important. It's ... lovely. Very much so. To be honest, I doubt I'd go back to my house, if I got it back. It's just .. incredibly embarrassing. Mainly, I wanted my things back, but I doubt they exist anymore. She gave you a knife?"
"Oh?" He smiled some and leaned a bit forward. "Wouldn't take it back if you had the chance? Seems odd to me." Even so, he was glancing over at River, to await her answer to Ianto's question.
"Edmond?" Questioned with a glance over at River, then: "Tex gave you one of her weapons?"
"Likelyhood of Agent Texas offering a weapon to anyone is very low. I find it curious that she gave one as a gift." Delta had to put in his two cents, but York was flashing a grin over at him.
"Thanks, D. Retire now."
"Executing." And the green suit of armor was gone.
River lifted a hand to wave briefly at the little green apparition before he flickered away. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, River lowered booted feet to the ground with an audible thump. Reaching into her right boot, she pulled out the monstrosity that had been Tex's present.
"Edmond is the name of the Count of Monte Cristo," Ianto piped up. "He started out life as the second mate aboard a ship and ends up in high Parisian society."
Ianto Jones: King of Irrelevant Knowledge. Someone had to do it, now that Delta had gone off.
Matt slowly raised his eyebrows upon seeing the huge knife River so casually withdrew from her boot. He had kind of moved away from -- well, he had thought he had moved away from insane people with guns and violence fetishes and all that. Not that he would ever put River and John McClane in a category together, unless it was just the "human" one or whatever, except humans couldn't really read minds, right -- right, right, mind wandering, minds -- knife!
Trying to focus his thoughts, Matt simply said, "I thought his name was Dantes."
Hence the protectiveness.
She sat back with her legs curled up beneath her on the chair and fingers warmed by the coffee, simply observing. It was what she did best, listening, and unused skills were hardly ever improved.
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"I named it Edmond."
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Matt chewed on his lip thoughtfully, having nothing to add to the conversation except more useless, worried confusion.
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He shook his head at York's question. "Not the hotel, no. I've been living with my Someone Important. It's ... lovely. Very much so. To be honest, I doubt I'd go back to my house, if I got it back. It's just .. incredibly embarrassing. Mainly, I wanted my things back, but I doubt they exist anymore. She gave you a knife?"
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"I named him Edmond."
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And he found himself agreeing with Matt over the name of the knife. "It .. doesn't sound like a sharp name, to be honest. It sounds .. solid."
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"Likelyhood of Agent Texas offering a weapon to anyone is very low. I find it curious that she gave one as a gift." Delta had to put in his two cents, but York was flashing a grin over at him.
"Thanks, D. Retire now."
"Executing." And the green suit of armor was gone.
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"Edmond."
Simply.
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Ianto Jones: King of Irrelevant Knowledge. Someone had to do it, now that Delta had gone off.
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Trying to focus his thoughts, Matt simply said, "I thought his name was Dantes."
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