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3/2/2006
Logfile from Emma.
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Hellfire Clubhouse - Sauna (#1083R)
From above, just inside the sauna's entrance, comes water flowing in misty rain and thick streams, as if from some waterfall well beyond sight, splattering on the marble floor to give rise to a heavier, thicker fog. The water is pure and perfectly clear, carrying no scent or no murky color or even the smallest particle of silt or sand. Past the antechamber's archway, no water splashes or flows; instead, it pools within the small wading area in the center at a gentle depth of a single foot, just enough to draw the legs down with weight and force the body and mind to relax in the calming steam and wonderful heat.
Emma is alone. Alone with her thoughts and her powers and her meditation and her attempts to combine all three, losing her physical senses in the steam's shroud as she lays across a slab, on her stomach, towel open and strategically draped. Her arms fold under her cheek, her face turned in toward the pooling water, eyes closed.
Not alone for long. The door opens, allowing entry for the White Knight, devoid of his usual dark garb, and wearing naught but a towel around his waist. The door closes just as quickly, and he settles onto the wood opposite her without a word.
Emma tenses against his presence, but otherwise doesn't move, just asks "What can I do for you, dear?"
"Just a point of clarification," Travis replies, inhaling then exhaling slowly, his head resting in his hands in relaxed stance. "You wish me to reveal my hand. Knowing that may tip the target."
"Yes. However, do not tip it all. Maintain the appearance of focus. Question her if you wish, even. She's the one person who might even actually know where he is." Emma opens her eyes slowly and moves to rest her chin on her arms as she looks across at him.
Travis doesn't look up, though there's a slight nod at her words. "If she does, she won't tell me directly. Her loyalty's not that deep," is the snide commentary. "I should be able to decide if she /does/ know, though, and we can plan accordingly. I assume the intent is not primarily to further our search for the rogue bishop."
Emma smiles, and the expression chills the air. "You're a very bright boy, darling."
"But not so bright that you care to elaborate at this moment... Or perhaps you just like making men wait?" Travis glances up, a slight smirk playing the corners of his mouth.
"They tend to rush things if I don't," Emma murmurs, pushing up and swinging her legs over the side, capturing the towel before it falls to the floor. It gets folded across her lap. "I want to see what use she makes of the information. I want to remind her of her loyalties."
After a few moments inside, the steam begins to have its affect, and Travis wipes the sweat off his forehead with the back of his one hand, then brushing his hair back with both hands. He leans back against the wall, staring into the space between them. "Do you want an underlying threat, simply message, obvious probing, or up to my discretion?"
"Your discretion has always been adequate, Knight."
"And my pacing, from what I gather," Travis comments, folding his arms across his chest.
Emma slants a glance toward him, and returns his smirk. "Well, I can always make you wait when it isn't."
"I can be a very patient man," he shrugs, letting his posture fall into a relaxed slump. "To wax melodramatice, sometimes, lives depend on it."
Emma stands, taking the towel with her and slowly winding it into place as she murmurs, "Sometimes even your own. You live dangerously, after all."
Travis makes no attempt to move, his eyes following her motions. "I'd not have it any other way."
"I told you you were bright," Emma approves, laughing with her eyes as she splashes through the puddling water en route for the door.