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Jason and Mike enjoy themselves greatly, ending up in a comfortable sprawl of pillows and soft fleecy robes on the carpet. It's actually very nice to have warm food and cold liquids available on low tables for afterwards -- it's not as far to reach, and finger foods tend to inspire laughter and sharing and more cuddling. It's actually quite a different experience, too... with Diana, she can't eat real food... but Mike can. Jason is quite caught up with the arousal he's getting from Mike, and drafts some of the food -- particularly the fruit -- into afterplay.

At some point Jason realizes his link with Mike is still strong and exciting, but that labyrinthine barrier has just woven itself back into place. Mike has less of that almost 'drunk on lust' feeling, and is enjoying himself very much licking Jason's fingers sensually at that point in time. He blinks a bit, then looks at Jason, "Did... you just feel something... odd?"

Jason isn't sure whether or not to be happy about that... it likely buys Kira and Phyx some time with Diana if she can't find them any more... that could make her easier to deal with, or harder. "One of our hosts is able to create some sort of shield that blocks our connection to Di," he murmurs solemnly. "I'm guessing it's this 'Phyx' Kira was telling us about." Jason thinks a moment, and closes his eyes, then curiously reaches out with his mind... but not to try and break through the barrier, but to just touch it. Examine it. Analyze it.

Mike ponders that for a moment, slowly chewing on a grape... then he smiles at Jason, "Don't know. Want to try rea-" He falls silent as Jason closes his eyes, and Jason can hear the smile in his voice a moment later, "Ah... you are trying. I'll hush now." There's the gentle liquid glugging as Mike pours a drink, then sips it.

Jason smiles. "Hope that's just water. I need to concentrate," he purrs fondly.

When Jason 'touches' the apparent walls of the labyrinth, a mental 'voice' says interestedly, [Well, hello there! Thank you for helping out so much. Are you willing to have some more sweetflower wine and mate some more? Your owner is getting closer, and if what you said is true, when she enters the building your pleasure will help reassure and calm her.] There's a mental grin that reminds Jason oddly of the Cheshire cat, and then the voice adds, [We're doing the best we can to make sure the environment is pleasantly sensual when she enters, but Rafael would probably appreciate all the help you can give him.]

Jason is a little startled by the unexpected response, and barks a laugh. But in the back of his mind he hopes the speaker is as friendly as they sound. He sends a wordless response of comprehension... and then he opens his eyes, and looks for that decanter. Grabbing it, he pours a generous helping into a goblet and then drinks half of it in one go, licking it from his lips.

Mike looks startled, a goblet of his own halfway to his own lips. "Uhmm... did someone just speak to you, Jason? I got the oddessss..." His words trail off in a slow hiss of pleasure as the shock of sense arousal Jason's experiencing smacks into his own head as well. The food smells and tastes simply exquisite! The liquid, rolling it around on his tongue... sparkly, light, sweet, exciting...

Jason is fascinated that this wine, whatever it is, somehow affects the senses as well. He shivers and sighs, and picks up a strawberry, sidling back against Mike with a contented noise. He suspected that the feel of his lover's skin against his would be similarly as good -- and it is, sending shivers up his spine, his toes curling. He's somehow relaxed and energized at the same time, and is grinning from ear to ear as he runs the berry over Mike's lips before feeding it to him. "Just following instructions, sweetness," he whispers, giving his love a nibble... and then planting his mouth on Mike's, wondering how a strawberry kiss would taste. He's not disappointed.

The slow, deep pleasure of enjoying his own body as well as that of his partner has Jason in a mental fugue of leisurely happiness, and the two of them spiral languidly and deeply as much into each others' minds as their shared bodies. It is, therefore, a bit of a shock when there's a sort of mental explosion in their minds -- and they can both feel Diana striding into the hotel lobby and looking around, in an icy cold fury. Diana snaps, [Are you both all right? Where are you? Did they hurt you?!] She notes with quick efficiency the emotional 'pings' in the room with her, snarling in a sudden furor, [I'll kill them if they've hurt you!]

The assault of the unexpected negative emotion certainly kills the mood, but Jason takes Mike's hand and looks him square in the eyes. "Help me," he whispers, and closes his once more, trying to project calm at Diana. [Di, we're fine... they just want to talk, for now. This will go more smoothly if you don't respond to them with anger. We don't want to fight if we can help it,] he thinks at her.

Diana relaxes slightly at Jason's contact, [Good, you're not hurt then? I'm coming. Hang on, pet...] Through Diana's eyes Jason can see the lobby, empty but for what he suspects are security folks half out of sight in other rooms. One of them glances in, then hastily leans back out of sight again -- and at the swift movement Diana's head snaps around, and she locks on the tense emotions of the now-hidden man. For the fraction of a second the man had been visible, Jason could clearly see the mark shining at his throat.

Diana's drawing in her breath to do... something, when there's another movement at the far end of the lobby -- and Rafael steps cautiously around the corner. He looks nervous but resolute, and is clearly carrying no weapons. Not only is he still only in the short, light kilt, but his hands are open in front of him. Diana's eyes narrow, studying Rafael for a second -- and then Jason can feel her lash out at the security person whose emotions she still has hold of.

There's a muffled cry of pain and a thud a moment later. Jason can see Rafael's eyes widen, and then the young man goes instantly to his knees, his head bowed and his hands held up before him. Diana's already striding over towards him, but for some reason Rafael doesn't get up and run.

Jason's eyes shoot open in shock. This was exactly what he feared would happen, and it's like a dagger in his gut. All of a sudden he's filled with fear for this poor boy... who's done nothing save serve his mistress. This perhaps explains his instinctive reaction. [Diana, STOP! Don't hurt him!] he sends with all the force he can muster, trying to get through her aroused anger.

Mike puts his arms around Jason, urgently caressing and kissing him. Jason can feel Mike's worry for Rafael, but also his hope that their shared sensual pleasure will help modify Diana's current anger. Diana herself stops before Rafael, reaching down to grab the young man's arm and haul him up enough that she can see his face. He has his eyes squinched up and his head partially turned away, trying to shield and protect his face with his free arm as he whispers, "Please don't hurt me, Lady -- I am to take you to your- ah!" Diana shakes him, cutting off his words as she snarls, "Why the hell shouldn't I?! You took my pets!" She adds with even greater anger, "And you've somehow convinced them this is acceptable?!"

With the clarity that comes from intense focus due to adrenaline, Jason realizes the mark on the fallen man is not the one Rafael wears -- it's a different one entirely. In the back of his head Jason suddenly wonders if her attack on the guard will cause a response in kind from whoever's marked him. He wonders if they would care as much as Diana does for Mike and he. But it's a fleeting thought, and he focuses on Di, hoping he can somehow talk her down: it seems to him that she is not disposed to believing their pleasure is real... and then he gets an idea. The link is strong... so he hopes this works. He grabs the decanter, and unhesitatingly pours the wine into his open mouth...

Mike half laughs, half gasps, "Jason! Are you mad?!"

It's a good thing Mike is likely feeling what he's feeling right now, as Jason wouldn't have enough coherent thought to share the wine with Mike... never mind he has no idea where the pitcher is now as his mouth closes on Mike's. Or is it Mike? He has no idea, except that there's a naked, aroused body against his, and so he sets about uninhibitedly pleasuring it every way he knows how, his brain so afire with sensations that he loses track of which body parts actually belong to him. Sex is not the answer... sex is the question, and the answer is yes, yesGODyes!

Sensation is paramount, but there's also a faintly persistent remainder of connection with their succubus. Her startled, "Holy crap! What did you feed them?!" is followed through the connection seconds or hours later (time seems to be a little messed up just now) by a rising enjoyment of passion and warmth and a barely struggling warm body very close. Rafael's soft gasp of, "Lady, please... I belong to someone else -- I'm taking you to your pets, I swear!" is half smothered by the electrically delicious sensation of Mike's heated need and Rafael's panting moan and Jason's soft hair... or someone's -- it doesn't seem to matter much just then...

...

Pain. A dull throbbing ache that starts in his head and goes all the way to his toes. Jason has had hangovers before, but this is a little different... he's not sure if it's the wine, or if he's just sore from enthusiastic sex. Even through the pain he smiles in satisfaction, and realizes his fingers are tangled in a mop of brown hair... hair that at first he thinks is Mike's. But then he realizes that Mike's skin isn't that bronzed, and takes a closer look. It belongs to Rafael. He flushes as he realizes the younger man is lying atop him... and as he turns his head, he sees that Diana's hair is spilled over his right arm, as she cuddles atop Mike. "...worked..." he croaks, feeling dehydrated, but relieved as coherent thought slowly comes back to him.

Rafael is out cold, although whether it's sleep or unconsciousness is hard to tell. Mike looks peacefully exhausted, although he smiles and nods with weary pleasure at Jason as the younger man looks at him. There's a faint stirring from Diana -- a slightly protesting sound -- then she sighs contentedly, curling up more snugly against Mike. Mike brings up a finger in a shushing gesture to Jason, then nods once to indicate another part of the room. Jason blinks, and then sluggishly tries to look where Mike is indicating, without moving too much, even though the pain gets a little worse when he swivels his eyes...

There are three young people there, from the group seen earlier which were dressed and marked like Rafael. It looks like they were bringing in more cold liquids and hot food -- Jason can catch a suddenly delicious scent of cooked meat that makes his stomach rumble -- but they freeze, wide-eyed and uncertain, as they notice they're being watched. Jason lifts his hand and makes an 'ok' gesture. He's smiling as he tries to put them at ease, knowing they're likely very skittish after what happened with the guard and Rafael.

There's a moment of utter stillness as the three exchange glances... then one of them takes a deep breath and nods, heading on silent bare feet towards the small pile of bodies. The other two follow just as quietly, and there's nothing more than the occasional soft chime of metal lightly touching metal as the fresh food and beverages are put in place, while the old ones are removed. After that one of the girls cautiously approaches Jason, a cold goblet in her hand. She kneels next to Jason, sliding a hand under his head to support it and whispering, "Just water -- you need to drink!" as she sets the edge of the goblet to his lips.

"No argument here," Jason says. Actually no, he doesn't say it except in his own head -- he's too busy drinking. It may have eased the way, but that doesn't mean there's no regret on Jason's part. He's so thirsty! Another one is doing the same for Mike, who's thirstily gulping the water down. He sighs in relief a moment later, as the boy gently lays his head back and shifts towards Diana. There's an uncertain moment... then the boy glances back at Jason and Mike, pointing at Diana while holding up the goblet and looking inquiring.

Jason shakes his head without bothering to give an explanation... it would take too long, and he doesn't want to disturb Diana. He does gesture the girl close again, however, and right in her ear whispers, "Please bring Ms. Kira."

Rafael is very, very gently shaken awake, although it's clear he's groggy, almost dopey, from exhaustion. He has to have the drink practically forced into his mouth, although he does start swallowing automatically once that happens. The pretty boy doesn't try to untangle Jason's hand from Rafael's long, tangled hair, though, simply giving the limp Rafael all he'll drink. Rafael falls into unconsciousness almost instantly after his head is gently laid back on Jason's chest. The girl smiles shyly at Jason, then leans to whisper in his ear, "She said she'd come once your Lady is awake and sure of you both... but Ms. Kira and our Lady don't want to startle her at all any more. Is that okay, sir?"

Jason sighs... he wanted to talk to Kira alone first, to apologize for what happened... of course, he did warn her, but it wasn't enough. Then again... he didn't force Kira and the others to kidnap him and Mike. "That's fine. Go scoot," he whispers back... and because he's not entirely recovered, actually gives the girl a friendly ass grope. The girl squeaks startledly! -then giggles, leaning to give Jason a light kiss on the forehead. One of the other boys hisses softly at her to hush, and she grins again and rises swiftly, to patter out after the other two. The door clicks softly closed behind them... and Diana yawns lazily, her forked tongue and fangs showing clearly.

Jason smiles at Diana, willing his head not to hurt. "How are you, love?"

Diana blinks bemusedly at Jason, smiling back contentedly... then her eyes widen suddenly, and she sits up abruptly, causing Mike to go, "Oof!"

Jason says, "It's okay, Di. We're safe. No one is out to hurt us. I drank the wine myself."

Diana looks around swiftly... then looks back down at the three men still tangled together with her. She frowns thoughtfully... then gives Jason a stern look, "You did that on purpose, didn't you! Bad lollipop!" Mike gives a choked snort of suppressed laughter at that.

Jason's face splits wide into a grin and he barks a laugh... and then winces. "Ow. Yes, I did, Di... you were so angry, and I had to do something to defuse it. Things are complicated. Yes, we were unwilling guests, but I don't believe they have hostile intent. Not right now, anyway. They just want to talk to you," he says slowly, trying to make sure he doesn't slur his words.

Diana smiles slowly at that, then lightly runs her fingers across Jason's cheek, "Okay... naughty lollipop, then."

Jason kisses Diana's fingers. "I can live with that. And I'm sure you can too," he purrs.

Diana chuckles quietly, lightly running her fingertips along Jason's lips... then gives Rafael a quizzical look, "So... who's this, please? And who does he belong to?"

Jason looks at the slumbering boy. "His name's Rafael... and I think he belongs to someone everyone in this place calls 'The Lady'."

Diana sighs softly, running her hand along one of Rafael's out flung arms. "I think I bruised him... and I whacked someone with a different mark, downstairs." Rafael moans softly at the touch, his eyelashes quivering on his soft brown cheeks, although he doesn't awaken.

Mike murmurs quietly, "I don't think they'll be upset about Rafael... but they might about the security guy. What did you do to him?"

Diana looks faintly guilty, "Um... I ate as much of him as I could reach... he'll probably recover with one hell of a hangover and no energy, but that's about it?"

Mike sighs softly in relief, "Well... that shouldn't be too bad, surely?"

Jason purses his lips. "We'll see. We don't know yet how much these folks care about their pets. They sure have a lot more of them, for one thing. He's not dead, and that's a step in the right direction, at least." He shakes his head. "I warned them. I told them not to put any humans in your way." Then he groans, and realizes belatedly that shaking his head is a bad idea.

Mike nods... and at that moment there's a faint tap on the door. A second later a small voice calls hesitantly, "Um... is the new Lady awake?"

Jason arches a brow at how the voice puts it. "Diana is awake and calm," he calls out, and then winces again. Hurts to move, shout, laugh... blink.

Diana looks up curiously... then giggles at Jason. A moment later she calls, "I'll be available in... I think an hour? Are there bathroom facilities here to clean up in?"

There's a moment of silence... then a cautious, "May I enter, Lady Diana?"

Diana whispers puzzledly, "Guys, why are they being so formal? Is something wrong?"

Jason looks at Di. "No. But I get the impression that's the way things are around here. They don't likely want to offend you."

Diana gives Jason a curious look, then shrugs and smiles, looking back up at the door, "We'd like some time to get cleaned up first, please, but if you have something you need, you're welcome to enter."

A young man enters, dressed and marked like Rafael; Jason recognizes him a moment later as Gabriel. His arms are laden with towels and a basket hangs from one arm. He approaches slowly, stopping some distance away, and ducks his head nervously, "Um, we are- I am sent by my Lady to assist you in your ablutions, Lady Diana." He pales a bit at sight of Rafael, then hastily looks back at Diana, "You, uh, I mean I -we, that is, we w-would be honored, please?"

Diana looks confused. She glances at Jason and Mike, "Um... did I miss something?"

"I think we missed it too," Jason groans and slowly sits up, looking at Gabriel. "I'm sorry... ablutions?" he queries, not recognizing the word.

Rafael groans softly also, his unconscious body sliding limply off of Jason and landing with a thump on the ground. Gabriel blanches, almost shaking, and his words come out in one long rush, "I, I, I -- please, we're supposed to help you all get cleaned up can we come in please don't hurt us?!"

Jason swallows... suddenly he worries that the guard might not be as all right as they hoped. "Gabriel, no one here is going to hurt you. Right, Di?" he says soothingly, shooting a look at her and trying to mentally encourage her to join him in calming the poor man.

Diana laughs -- a rippling trill of liquid sound that makes you feel happy without really understanding why -- and smiles at the young man, "Why would we hurt you? I'm fine, and so are my pets. I still don't know why your Lady captured them from me, but she appears to be trying to make amends, so I'm not angry with you." She smiles again, her tail swishing lazily back and forth like a cat's, and purrs, "I bet you want to be sure your friend Rafael is all right, yes? Why don't you take care of him first?"

Gabriel abruptly rocks back slightly, then blinks a bit. An expression of absolute relief spreads across his face, and he whispers, "Oh, yes... thank you, scary new Lady!" He sets down the towels and things, then patters over to the intercom and calls for a few more folks to help, especially with Rafael.

Diana grins a bit smugly at Jason, looking pleased, "How's that? Calmer?"

Jason had forgotten how charming Di could be when she sets her mind to it. "Excellently done, love," he murmurs, reaching out and taking her hand.

Diana chuckles, shifting over Rafael's body to cuddle up with Jason, "You first, I think... then Mike." She wraps her arms around Jason, half-cradling him against her and murmuring, "Let your head fall back, lollipop... just relax..." as she lowers her head to gently kiss along his bared throat. Jason is confused at first... and then he gets what she's after. He wordlessly relaxes, welcoming what is about to come.

The wave of ecstasy that comes over him is soothing, his hand clutching at Diana's head in response as energy washes over him, filling him like a warm jungle river, his body arching into the air as he feels so light... he loses track of time, but when he opens his eyes again his mind is clear, his aches a distant memory. "Ohhh... thank you, Di," he breathes fervently.

Diana's golden eyes glow brilliantly as she raises her head enough to smile at Jason, then gently and ticklishly run her tongue along his throat. She grins, purring at his reaction, then whispers, "Gotta help poor Mike now. Go take a bath or something, okay? Let's get all cleaned up before these folks want to come in."

Jason nods and moves to the side as he sits up, eyeing the towels. "Don't look now, Di... but I suspect they plan on bathing us themselves," he muses.

Diana has started leaning over Mike (who looks limply relaxed in her arms), but she looks up in surprise at that, "You do?" She glances over at where Rafael is being carefully bathed by three young people, then puzzledly adds, "But... we're not injured... are we?"

Jason smiles sadly. "You don't get it, Di... they're not just pets. They're servants. They're expected to do whatever their mistress wants them to do. And by all accounts that includes bathing," he murmurs. "We might want to just go with the flow; we don't want to cause trouble or offend anyone right now. By all accounts the Lady might not be entirely... stable."

Diana looks a bit shocked at that... then very, very thoughtful. Mike mock-grumbles, "Hey... let's not forget me here, please?" Diana oopses and hastily turns back to Mike, lying half-sprawled across her lap. He chuckles softly. Faintly Jason can feel the tendrils of energy and ecstasy weaving the three of them together, as Diana helps Mike heal... and partway through the process Jason realizes there's someone lying on the ground next to him, fascinatedly watching Diana and Mike. It's a very large dog. No, wolf... doggish...? -something! Jason blinks and tilts his head. "Kira?" he asks quietly, making a guess as he reaches out tentatively towards the dog.

The big animal is lying with its head on its front paws, utterly still, watching Diana in fascination. Its eyes flick towards Jason and there's a faint noise -- could that be agreement? -then its intent gaze shifts back to Diana. Jason reels his hand back in... and then focuses on the dog, trying to look closely at it -- her -- with both sight and Sight.

It's... not a dog. Not a regular dog, at least. On the other hand, Jason didn't know wolves got this big. On the other other hand, at least it isn't the size of the hellish thing that attacked Diana in San Francisco. This time, however, Jason is sure he's seeing the creature's true form. He's not sure why he didn't before... perhaps she (he?) was hiding deliberately?

One furred ear flicks back towards Jason, and a moment later the head swiftly raises and looks back over one massive shoulder at him. The expression is... weirdly exasperated looking?! A front paw comes up and the blunt-clawed toes curl, leaving one to be held up before the long muzzle... and Jason is quietly shushed! Then the head goes back down on the paws, and the shaggy form is utterly still again, staring fascinatedly at Diana and Mike. Jason smiles sympathetically, and is about to speak... but when the wolf makes a decidedly human gesture, he knows he is right, and just nods.

About ten minutes later there's a soft, almost wistful sigh from the big form, and it rises to its feet. It's almost startling how silently the big wolf moves, drifting quietly out of the room... and a few minutes later Mike groans softly. Diana tosses her head back with a languid sigh, licking her lips... then glances at Mike and smiles, "Feel better, sweetheart?"

Jason watches the wolf go musingly. Werewolf. Must be. That's why she looks absolutely normal as a human, except for the elongated canines, and absolutely normal as a wolf, except for being very large. And then he refocuses his attention on Rafe and the girls and boys bathing him, to see how they're doing.

Rafael is actually out of the bath now, and one of the kids is gently drying him off where he lies on the tile by the pool. The other three are sitting quietly nearby, watching and waiting to be noticed. Jason nods to them as he gets up. "She'll be with you in a moment," he says to them, somehow not minding his nakedness. He nods to Rafe. "Is he okay?" he queries of them.

They all smile shyly and nod to Jason as he rises. At his query they nod again, and one says quietly, "He's just exhausted, um, sir. This isn't the first time he's volunteered to be the entryway greeter and possible bait."

Jason shakes his head. "He shouldn't have to. I should apologize to him later." He flushes. "Especially considering I might have... you know... a little too hard," he mumbles.

One of the others glances at Rafael, obviously incredulous, and the first one smiles, "You didn't, sir. He's had far worse... been clawed and bitten, before... all you guys did was make love to him." She shakes her head, adding, "He's either very brave, or he loves the Lady very, very much."

Jason controls his reaction. Anger isn't going to help this. "I guess. You don't have to worry about Diana, though. Just relax. All she wants from you is to be happy," he confides in them, smiling.

The three look almost in unison at Diana, a bit of trepidation in their expressions before they look back at Jason. One of them whispers softly to Jason, "Um... we're not all as brave as Rafael, sir... and she, um... well, they think Ms. Kira's security guy will recover okay..." The other pretty young man is looking decidedly pale.

Jason shakes his head. "He'll be fine. He'll wake up with a hangover and exhaustion. Her attack doesn't hurt humans like it does other supernaturals," he tries to assure them. "And you don't need to be brave. But Diana might be sad if you're afraid of her. She doesn't like people to be afraid. It hurts her, in here," he confides to them, indicating his heart.

The three young people nod to Jason, although at a guess one of them is just being polite. The other two, however, are speculatively watching Diana... although one of them jumps slightly when she glances over and cheerily calls, "Jason, who're your friends?"

Jason looks over his shoulder at Diana, smiling. "We actually hadn't gotten around to exchanging names yet, Di." He looks at them. "Go ahead and introduce yourselves. She doesn't bite."

The three young people shyly introduce themselves as Uriel, Sariel, and Michael -- and Gabriel, who has finished drying Rafael, and comes to kneel politely next to the other two. Rafael is firmly ordered by Diana to stop trying to sit up and just rest, and soon thereafter Diana, Jason, and Mike are in the hot tub, getting pleasantly washed up by the four young people. A short while later, and several comings and goings later, the three visitors are comfortably settled in the other room (Mike and Jason still in soft robes), while the four pretty pets offer them food and water, and Ms. Kira sits well out of reach of both Mike and Jason, politely introducing herself to Diana.

Jason is quiet for the nonce, waiting to see how the initial introduction goes... and suddenly wishing he had access to Mike's computer... those names all sound oddly familiar. Like they're biblical names... or more specifically, names of angels. That seems awfully coincidental... which means it's likely not.

Diana nods with wary care, remaining seated next to Mike and Jason on the pillow-filled wicker couch, "It's a pleasure to meet you at last, Ms. Kira. You can call me Diana." Without taking her eyes off Kira, she adds, "Jason, Mike, didn't you say there were... two here?"

Jason says, "Three that I know of. Kira, someone she called 'Phyx'... and the mysterious 'Lady' that we've yet to meet."

Kira smiles faintly, keeping her teeth carefully covered, "The Lady's given name is Phyx." Jason blinks and nods thoughtfully. That's a little comforting. The voice that spoke to him -- the one that appeared to be in control of the psychic barrier -- didn't seem to be that unfriendly.

Diana's tail is swaying back and forth a bit restlessly, like a tense cat's, but she simply nods, "Fascinating. Will we be meeting her any time soon? ...or perhaps finding out why you brought my pets here in so... unorthodox a fashion?"

Kira turns her gaze to Jason and Mike, and politely says, "I understand you were not pleased with how you arrived, Jason. For that I apologize. Would you tell us both, however, if at any time you were harmed or threatened?"

Jason shakes his head. "We were not. Which is not to say that I didn't go a little crazy myself," he replies. He looks at Diana. "I kind of... threatened her a little," he explains ruefully. Mike coughs discreetly behind one hand, then grins.

Kira turns her gaze back to Diana and says calmly, "May I invite you to let bygones be bygones? I am willing to forgive the assault on my pet, if you will consent to talk calmly with Phyx. I feel her mission is a good one, and your talents are such that you could do great good. Also, your pets are uncommonly emotionally stable from what I've seen, which speaks well for you."

Diana blinks, then looks uncertainly at Mike and Jason. "Um... what do you guys think?" Kira also blinks when Diana turns to the two men... then her gaze narrows and she gets that fascinated look again.

Jason rubs his hands together. "I think Phyx bears hearing out," he replies. But before anyone else can speak he adds, "Tell me, Kira... did you perchance ever cohabitate with a centaur whom you left to live near a line of power?"

Kira's eyes widen again, and the pupils start to narrow and turn deep gold as she says slowly, "Yes, I did, some time ago. How did you know?"

Jason smiles broadly, glancing at Diana with renewed reassurance. "He's still living there, and he's awful lonely. Think you could find room for him in grand old Vegas?"

Kira is very still for several heartbeats, her golden-eyed gaze far away in memory... then she whispers softly, "Phillip... he still lives, then? I feared for him... he was far too gentle a soul for this world..."

"Isolation has kept him safe... and no one in the park knows who he is. But he was pretty gaunt when we visited him. Ley lines don't give that much sustenance. We had to help him out a little in the life-energy department," Jason tells Kira smoothly. "We were hoping to find him a place where he'd have more company."

Kira is quiet a moment more... then she takes a deep breath, her gaze returning to the threesome on the couch. "I see... thank you. Yes, we can find him a home here, although it may take some effort to discover how he consumes energy. I never could figure it out back then... although I understood it less then also." She looks down at her hands for a moment, then smiles and accepts a small plate of finger foods from Sariel. She chews up a small piece of meat, then swallows and adds, "Well. I expect this means you're willing to meet Phyx now, and listen to her, yes?"

Jason smiles. "We've got that covered, Kira, and we can talk about it later. I'm game... but then, Phyx doesn't want to talk to me." He looks at Di and Mike. "We together on this?"

Mike grins, "Of course! I'm quite curious to see if my speculations on the Lady's identity are correct."

Diana smiles a bit uncertainly, then reaches for both Mike's and Jason's hands... and nods firmly to Kira, "Yes. We are willing to listen."

The five pretty young people brighten noticeably when Diana says yes, and two of them get up and trot towards the big double door, whispering happily to each other. Kira blinks again at Diana's words, then tilts her head with a quizzical smile, regarding the threesome as she murmurs quietly into her earpiece... and a moment later there's a tap on the big double doors at the far end of the room. The two young people swing it open, and the two still seated in the room crane to watch expectantly.

There's a booming laugh, then a cheery female voice which sounds vaguely like the one Jason's heard in his head a few times, "Well, hello there, kids! Come to greet me? How's Rafe -- he doing better?" Bounding in through the door is a sphynx. She pauses to sit up on her haunches and give a hug to both the young people, then trots briskly towards the room the others are in. For her size she moves with astonishing speed and silence... and a moment later she simply appears on top of the massage table, beaming brightly at everyone, turning around once before settling relaxedly across the entire cushioned table.

She reaches out with one long forearm and casually scoops up Rafael, half-cradling him across her forepaw-hands, and grins indulgently as one of the other boys laughs and climbs up onto the table to fold his arms across her back and rest his head on her. Rafael sighs softly, letting his head rest against her shoulder. Her mane half obscures his face, but Jason can see the shine of devotion in Rafael's gaze -- the young man loves his lady at least as much as Diana's pets love her.

Once everyone's settled the big woman-lioness shakes her head, tossing back her heavy dark-gold mane, curls her tufted tail neatly over both Rafael and her forepaw-hands, and smiles toothily at Diana, "Hi! You must be Diana."

Jason stares. "Lilith above," he murmurs.




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