<TIAMAT> *Cecil's living quarters aren't too many floors up -- not as far as Genoa and Whisper's room, anyway. Jarod trudges silently behind Genoa the whole way.

<JETMODE> *Genoa, for her part, doesn't try to strike up a conversation with him, though when they reach the door, she turns to him with a sweet smile. "I am terribly sorry about all that back there -- you seem to bring out the worst in me." Admittedly, she doesn't sound particularly sorry at all.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod stiffens, eyeing her coolly. "Let's just get this over with, shall we?"

<JETMODE> *She raps on the door, still smiling. "That sounds like an excellent idea."

<TIAMAT> *There's silence for a long moment, then some shuffling from within. "Mm? Who is it?"

<JETMODE> <Genoa> *crisply* Genoa Rivermarch -- I'd like to speak with you, if you have the time.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod rolls his eyes slightly from behind her. There's another pause, then the door opens slowly with a low creak and Cecil peers at them blankly with those glazed-over eyes. "Mm? What can I do for you?"

<TIAMAT> *Jarod blinks once and gives Cecil a steady stare.

<JETMODE> <Genoa> ... *doubtful look* Can we come in?

<TIAMAT> *Cecil: .. Certainly. *he steps aside silently to let them in.

<JETMODE> *Genoa steps inside, folding her arms and staring at Cecil silently.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod follows her a little hesitantly, casting Cecil a concerned look. The paladin shuts the door behind them, then turns to Genoa and stares at her vacantly for a few moments. "... ... Can I help you with something?"

<JETMODE> <Genoa> Ah.. has anything unusual happened the last couple of days? There've been reports, you see, and we thought it was best to check up ...

<TIAMAT> *Cecil blinks slowly. "Mm? Unusual? No, nothing unusual. I'm fine."

<TIAMAT> *Jarod sighs a little and shakes his head.

<JETMODE> <Genoa> Nothing at all. You had your portrait painted recently, am I correct?

<TIAMAT> *Cecil: ... Portrait...painted? *gives her a curious look -- as curious as he can in his state, anyway.

<JETMODE> *Genoa stares at him. "Why don't you have a seat, Sir Haart?"

<TIAMAT> *Cecil: All right. *he turns slowly and ambles over to the chair he posed next to and sits.

<JETMODE> <Genoa> *eyes narrow* No, I've changed my mind -- perhaps you should stand for this.

<TIAMAT> *Cecil: .. All right. *he stands slowly, staring at her expectantly.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod leans in close to her and mutters in her ear, "Genoa, this is just like Cassie--

<JETMODE> <Genoa> ... ... *heavy sigh* How did I guess?

<JETMODE> *She folds her arms irritably and grumbles at Cecil. "You know, for all the help you're being, you might as well take a leap off the roof and spare us the trouble."

<TIAMAT> *Cecil blinks at her, hesitates for a minute, then starts for the door. Jarod stares at him for a moment before stepping hurriedly to intersect him. "Whoa, wait, wait! Nevermind her. *he glares at Genoa and hisses, "I think it's time we leave. Now."

<JETMODE> *Genoa coughs, apparently trying to cover up a severe case of the giggles. "Oh, but this could be SUCH fun."

<TIAMAT> *Cecil blinks again, looking a little befuddled. Jarod scowls and starts for the door. "Thanks for your time, Sir Haart."

<JETMODE> <Genoa> *mildly* Or something.

<TIAMAT> *Cecil: Mm? Of course. *he waves a hand absently toward the door.

<JETMODE> *Without so much as a response, Genoa heads out the door, looking faintly irritable. Once they're outside, she mutters, "And he doesn't remember the portrait being painted? If it's as wonderful as Gem says it was, you'd think he would."

<TIAMAT> *Jarod gives a sigh, hastily shutting the door behind them. "Hey, where can I find this Gem? I mean, you could just tell me and I could go meet her myself--"

<JETMODE> <Genoa> Doubt she'd talk to you. And I'm not sure where to find her right now, anyway. We'll just have to look.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod mutters. "Wonderful.."

<JETMODE> <Genoa> *ignoring him* At least I know a few places to look. *heads for the nearest staircase*

<JETMODE> *As she starts down the steps, a wiry figure comes bounding up, nearly barrelling into her. He stumbles and turns to her, grinning. "Sorry about that, babe -- wasn't paying attention."

<JETMODE> *Genoa stares at him in astonishment for a moment, then her forehead knits. "Jimsey."

<JETMODE> <Jimsey> .. eh?

<TIAMAT> *Jarod pauses and stares. ".. that's him?

<JETMODE> *Jimsey whirls to face Jarod. "Eh.. look here now.."

<JETMODE> <Genoa> *lunges* GET HIM.

<JETMODE> *Jimsey, however, is quick like a bunny and manages to elude her grasp.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod stumbles back just in time to not get knocked over by Genoa as she charges and tries sending a wave of .. some random negative emotion in Jimsey's direction. He was caught a little offguard so he didn't quite have time to concentrate enough to really get something solid going.

<JETMODE> *Jimsey stumbles slightly when the emotion hits, then spins around and starts running. Genoa swears viciously and takes off after him.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod: Hey -- HEY! *he starts after them, this time trying to telekinetically stop Jimsey. The most it'd do is slow him down a little, though, between the distance between them and Jarod's lack of concentration.

<JETMODE> *Jimsey's run slurs very slightly, and Genoa manages to grab hold of his tunic, but he abruptly changes tactics, reversing direction and slamming very deliberately into her. She gives a sharp cry and releases him, tumbling to the floor, at which point he charges into Jarod, giving him pretty much the same treatment.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod stops abruptly when he sees Jimsey charge but doesn't manage to side-step quite fast enough; instead he gives a muffled yell as he tumbles down, though he does try to snatch Jimsey's tunic to bring him down as well.

<JETMODE> *There's a faint tearing sound -- probably ripped a seam -- but Jimsey just keeps going, up another staircase, around the corner, and out of sight.

<JETMODE> *A few feet away, Genoa is gasping for breath and trying to get back to her feet. He apparently knocked the wind right out of her.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod: DAMN it! *he scrambles to hs feet and is about to give chase when he hears Genoa's gasp. He whirls sharply, expression a mixture of anger, annoyance and concern -- though not as much of the latter as the former. "You okay?"

<JETMODE> <Genoa> *low growl* I'm FINE. Little bastard, I'll have his HIDE.

<JETMODE> *She manages to get to her feet, breathing easier now.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod turns back to the stairs, concentrating a bit. After a few moments, he glances back at her. "I might be able to track him -- at least to a general location."

<JETMODE> <Genoa> *nod* Fine. Let us know if you find him. I'll go and tell Devan what's happened.

<TIAMAT> *Jarod blinks at her. "Devan. ... ... Teal. ... Of course. I'll ... see you later, then."

<JETMODE> <Genoa> ... Right. *starts back the way they came*

<TIAMAT> *Jarod watches her until she disappears, then, suppressing a violent shudder, starts up the steps Jimsey disappeared around.