Listening to the woman speak, looking more and more.. different with each second. Perhaps Ellie could relate the look to even fear. It obviously did not bode well too well for the young girl as she hears Ellie openly reject her, and merely degrade herself even more. Just because it's what she believed.
"Iota.. I have heard that name before, although I don't know anything about it.. Whatever it is.." Putting a hand against her chest, right over the talisman that she was wearing.
"What do you mean what future do you have.." Saying in a monotone voice, looking straight down at the ground. "You still have one, you merely can't let go.. So what if horrifying things have happened in the past, as far as I can understand from how people act, that happens to 'everyone' at some point in their life. Some more intense than the others.. But this.."
Clenching both of her hands into fists. "Holding on this tight, merely to accept going crazy just because you don't know how to deal with it!?"
Springing up to her feet, looking slightly angry right now. "'yes' you are bothering me right now, how the heck can you still think like that? What recently has occurred to bring you down. You know what, I don't think anything has! Why can't you just.. be indifferent, and work to becoming 'happier' than merely accepting it!"
Taking a step back. "Your family was killed. Fine. I was DISOWNED by mine when I was 'six'. I've been through hell, and right back out because I found someone to cling to, I really, really detest people like you are right now, who merely thinks 'giving up' the right way to live out that little life of yours!"
Breathing slightly heavily, livid in what she feels Ellies thought process is like. Finding it slightly difficult to calm herself since these feelings which was running through her head were almost foreign to her.
She can relate slightly to a scale on what the older woman has felt, and it infuriated her that she is still stuck in the past.
"Found someone to cling to.. eh? I guess I should say, congratulations for having someone to cling to. I had one.. maybe even two. And lost both. I have no intention of doing that to myself again."
Having no real reaction to Ivy's anger, she starts talking again.
"And I'd suggest not going to Iota if you plan on living.. it might not be the best idea, ever.. Aliens everywhere.. or more like how everyone seems to be calling them nowadays; Nomads." She pauses for a moment and briefly looks through the glass of the dome. "Now I don't know what happened to you exactly.. but I guess you can be glad that you're in the situation you currently are in.. Can't say the same for myself, obviously..
She looks away from her for a moment, before looking back. And replying;"Anything else..?"
"Heh. It's like you're really trying hard to disagree with me as often as possible.", Sean mumbled and dropped his gaze with a smirk on his face.
With his grin fading, he faced her again and said: "You know sometimes I get the feeling you don't tell me these things, because you think that I'm not--"
Suddenly stopping, Sean dropped his gaze once again and added quietly: "...doesn't matter anyways I guess."
"Have you ever heard of what happened to Zakir Krovin?"
Ivy sighs, shaking her head while clenching at her right sleeve with her left hand.
"Fine.. If you truly want to be stuck in that kind of living, there is nothing I can do.. If you won't see that you don't need to be stuck in the past, fine.. One of these days, all I can do is hope you find something or someone.."
Slowly walking away, not really able to bear to listen to the biased words of Ellie, not agreeing with them in the slightest, but not being able to bring herself to do anything. She was just a child. What could she do after all?
Tara merely crosses her legs from where she sits, glancing forward at Sean for a moment, tilting her head. "Trying hard to disagree with everything that you say? Now that's a little silly. It's not intentional. Don't get any hard feelings now."
Finishing off the glass of beer, looking at it questioningly as if asking the question mentally if she could take another without getting drunk. Seeming quite torn up on that particular internal question.
"And unless you finish your sentences Sean, I really can't confirm or differ from the statements that you have running around in your head. I'm not all-seeing, as much as sometimes i'd like to be. Who knows.."
Sighing, pushing the glass away slightly.
"Zakir Krovin, hm?" Pausing for a moment, deciding that it must have been before her time. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
At which moment a particularly conspiracy-innundated Achille Augustain Nadeau took the liberty to return to the bar.
“…Sean, about the tantalising prospect of that drink you failed to provide me with? Now, of course ami, considering that I did provide a slightly financial recompense for the wine offered, do you not appreciate that one should sow as they reap, no?” The administrator merrily declaimed, with the air of one who one who has unexpectedly won the lottery whilst consecutively flinging innumerable metaphorical cats at innumerable metaphorical ladders – indeed, quite ill-suited to the (barely) good-natured cursory remarks which he presently sniped at Sean, shield flickering reminiscently as he settled upon the conventional stool as a crow may alight upon its roost, bearing the worm mid-jaw.
“DeFrance if you will – what else? You know me immaculately, considering our mutual histories, hm?” The man murmured, scrutinising the pickled onions.
“…But enough talk, more wine, yes? Come now. Reward a man whose only thoughts are of success!”
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
The blonde long haired woman glances sideways at the man who has taken a seat a few stools beside her, her facial expression slowly turning into a small smirk. Chuckling as she listens to his usual attempts at displaying him extravagantly.
"Achillie Augustain Nadeau, when will you get tired of that self-praise that you enjoy giving yourself? Reveling in your success however is what i've seen to be natural, going from solving universal hunger, all the way to actually managing to get up in the morning. What has gotten you so hyped up this time, hm? I suppose Sean has done quite well, seeing he's managed to stay mostly sane. Perhaps is that merely you slacking?"
Leaning over the bar slightly, resting her head upon a palm of her left hand, looking at him quizzically.
"It's been a few months. How are you doing then, hm?"
Apparently annoyed by Achille's sudden reappearence, Sean decided to answer him anyway.
"My friend, I think you misunderstood some critical things here. First, I did not fail to provide you a drink as the monetary amounts YOU provided were in fact not even close enough to fit the price."
With a self-satisfied smirk, he continued: "Second thing is that your pompous person, which is apparently soothed in egoism, is not held in great esteem, especially when you treat your comrades in such a disdaining way. You might want to do everyone a favour as you come down to earth again."
Being cross about Achille having interrupted their conversation, he faced Tara again.
She just simply looks back at Ivy who is walking away, slowly.
"Why does a child need to lecture me on this stuff... ugh.. It's already annoying me. A brief pause as she sighs. "Though.. I suppose I can't blame her.. Who knows what the poor girl has been through herself..
She decides to head towards the bar, but towards the sidelines. Walking and just looking outside. Not having a care in the world currently.
"I wonder did she get sad.. She sighs again. "I hope not. Looking towards the small crowd at the bar. "Sean.. Achille.. and Ivy's sister.. huh.
For a moment she sits idly. Then gets a slight bad feeling all of a sudden.
Achille’s pride corroded to a withering exhaustion as the known and the unknown personages directly rounded on him as most obvious target for an immediate menstrual stress-relief.
“…Ah, so an extortionately dear three-hundred and eighty SC chip is barely workable within this establishment, eh, when demanding only a meagre one hundred and ten SC’s worth of extortionate gentleman’s refreshment, hm? Truly, the err is all mine, Sean, and I pardon any potential slight to your barkeepery. An blaspheme of my memory to misjudge you: a tip, to your mind, must doubtless constitute more than 100% of the product value – a detail I will notify my (already harassed) creditors to on the rare future occasions that I attend this establishment…”
Tirade exacted, Achille obeyed the linear order of things, and rounded on the female.
“…Darling, do you not consider it somewhat socially uncompliant to round upon a person from the basis of a rumor? Come, you wrong me”. He grinned with an endearing panache, gesturing the newly found assailant to a seat’s occupancy.
Then memory, like a bolt of Odin, struck him to the core, and administrator Nadeau suddenly became very glad that he hadn’t a drink to his hand.
“…Tara?”As the proverbial comic might, Nadeau blinked, executing a very vivid double-take.
“A while? No, you fail to provide it justice. A millennia? Quite possibly closer to actuality”. He smiled, fringing on enthusiasm.
“Come come, sit. Regal an old compadre with any old war stories you may have been bothering yourself with, hm? You must bear a few.”
THE SYNDIC LEAGUES
(A co-operative of Rheinland's Shipping Unions, retired from a life of piracy.)
Eying Sean for a minute, mentally noting that he has chosen to remain silent to her remark earlier, shrugging quietly before turning her head slightly to pay attention to the Frenchman sitting a few stools away.
"Basis of a rumor? I've seen enough to be convinced that it's quite a solid fact. I should feel honored that you remembered my name, i've always gotten the impression that you didn't like me too much. Although that perhaps may merely be yourself trying to walk all over your past 'employees' as well, although I suppose it's the same thing.
Glancing around the room quickly, as if looking for something or perhaps someone. Not finding it, she mumbles something beneath her breath and pays attention once more. "War Stories? The fact that you find it that I would have war stories is something which I really can't comprehend how I feel about.. I indeed try not to come off as a violent person, at least.. Not in the physical sense. I've nearly finished up what I have to do in the Omicrons however, which is all that really matters when it comes to events revolving around my own life. I have yet to get to the position on which I desire to be, however it's coming closer and closer slowly. The only thing standing my way are the petty people in which I need to work with at times.."
The last sentence said in a much more reserved and quieter tone.