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[ruinous_fortune]

He is in the bar today.

His eyes closed, hands folded neatly on his belly, and he looks like he is sleeping.

But he isn't.

Ruin is very aware of anyone coming near him.

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[watcher_g_man]

Like a Watcher walking past with a cup of tea in one hand, and some books tucked in his arm on the opposite side?

Because there's one right now.

[ruinous_fortune]

He cracks his eyes.

Smirks.

"Hello there," he says, opening his eyes fully now. "Been a while, hmm?"

[watcher_g_man]

Giles blinked, and glanced around, "Hmmm? I'm sorry?"

[ruinous_fortune]

Ruin sits up.

Today he is dressed much like Gorlim.

"You look busy..."

[amanda_darieux]

And Amanda is coming by to place a blanket over the man she thinks is her friend Gorlim. She should be more careful but since she hasn't met Ruin to her knowledge she is just going off of reflex.

[ruinous_fortune]

He looks at her oddly.

"I don't need a blanket," he says a bit sharply.

[amanda_darieux]

Amanda raises an eyebrow as she retracts the blanket. "I was just trying to help you be more comfortable." not appologizing.

[ruinous_fortune]

"I'm comfortable," he points out. "If I wasn't, I would've asked for a blanket. Or, better yet, gone to my room."

[monk_with_mask]

Chichiri is watching, from not far away. Just above him, on a low rafter, in fact.

[ruinous_fortune]

His eyes slowly open.

And he looks at him.

"Am I that interesting to watch?"

[monk_with_mask]

"Perhaps," Chichiri nods. "Or perhaps I have nothing interesting to do, no da."

[ruinous_fortune]

"In this place?"

Pause.

"Yeah, I can believe that."

[eight_or_eleven]

Then he'll need nothing to tell him that one of his kin is here, will he?

The lion is here, minus his companion, as she is elsewhere at the moment.

So. Here you are. Enjoying the effect your chameleon nature has on others.

[We'll just say he arrived after the others had left?]

[ruinous_fortune]

He grins at the lion.

"Very much. It's a fun game."

Pause.

"For the moment. Come to be fortune-cookie-holier-than-thou at me?"

[eight_or_eleven]

You mistake me for my mistress. She is the advice-giver; I am not. I'm Strength's familiar just as Bane is yours and Mons and Mare are Moon's.

He licks at a paw thoughtfully.

Unless you want me to give advice?

[ruinous_fortune]

"I need no advice from familiars."

Bane was sulking upstairs, in fact, because his master had snapped at him over the giving of his own advice.

"Then what do you want?"