2014-07-17 - My Dear

The underbelly of Amber City, a beaut...ah, cut the bullshit. It's ugly, dirty, disgusting, and makes you want to gag at the smell. However, there is just something about it. Perhaps it is about the struggle of survival here, the hidden bits of kindness, or perhaps the sheer sadistic cruelty in it.

To Krishna, it feels like home, however disturbing that is, it just smells worse. That is what drew her here now that she could escape Celeste's tender loving care. Her mouth is pressed in a thin line as she has watched a few fights in the so-called fighting pit. Really, it's just a muddy spot on the ground mixed with blood, vomit, spit, and tears encircled by a crush of dirty, smelly humans. Least Krishna smells clean.

At the offer of a new fighter though to challenge the 'champion', Krishna isn't even sure how she ended up in the challenger spot. Perhaps she was pushed? She wasn't though, she just moved instinctively.

However, once there, her spine straightens and her mouth presses into a thin line of determination. She shakes her head when she is asked if she has any money to increase her potential winnings. She goes in with 'no risk of financial loss' at least, but means her winnings won't be as great if she makes it.

Krishna steps into the so-called 'ring', facing off with a guy almost twice her size...

Corwin has never hidden the fact that he enjoys the sheer atmosphere that can be found in the underbelly of Amber. The senseless death; the forced prostitution; the random violence. A part of him thrives on every little thing that this particular area has to offer and as such, Bloody's has become one of his more .. regular watering holes when he's alone.

Today is one of those days and as he makes his way into the alley that holds the establishment and the meager boarding house, the so-called fighting pit doesn't go unnoticed. In fact, it draws his attention and has him moving over in that direction, arms lifting to cross over his chest as a smirk begins to play upon his lips. A few people move out of the way at his approach and those that don't find themselves summarily shoved to the side with an elbow and when he's moved far enough into that ring of people, he notices both challenger and challengee, causing that smirk deepen further.

Hair as black as a starless night falls softly around this man's face. Parted on one side, it floats over a high forehead, softening the lines and gentling his expression somewhat. Quiet confidence radiates from his manner and shines in his pale Spring-green eyes. High cheekbones and an aristocratic nose mark him as a member of a noble house as much as his mannerisms. While his chin is strong, it tends toward narrowness, accenting the fine definition of his lips.

Lithe and strong, this man moves with a swordsman's grace and quickness. He wears a leather biker's style jacket with the collar popped to frame his throat. The jacket is left open, the leather falling in smooth lines along his torso and back. A silver rose winks and sparkles from his lapel. Beneath the jacket, he wears a silvery silken poet's shirt with the ties undone at the throat. This is tucked into the waistband of his black jeans.

A sword hangs sheathed at his hip, the pommel and hand guard as distinctive as they are mutable. The jeans are worn tight to his hips, the fabric hugging the length and strength of his legs. The cuffs of his jeans are tucked into gleaming black leather biker's boots.

Krishna's hand instinctively moves to her hip as if for a sword, then flattens against it, frowning slightly, thoughtfully. A telling sign she favors swordsmanship. But soon, the ranking champion roars and goes charging at Krishna.

Krishna moves quickly, rolling and twisting out of the way, not caring when her clothes get soiled with contacted with the ground. This actually goes on for about a minute, as Krishna dodges over and over again, until her breathing picks up a bit and jeers are called out at her.

The dark-haired woman scowls at the jeers, "Shut up!" Her response is violent and pissed sounding, and as the guy charges this time, she drops back to her back and kicks up and toward the guy...having him run into her feet just as she is kicking right to the nuts....Krishna grunts at the impact, feeling it up her legs, but she's back up to her feet with a snap of her legs, filthy mud flying from her body as it snaps, and the guy is on his knees, grunting and struggling to get back up....a normal human would have had their legs give at the impact dramatically with how fast he was charging.

Being one of the best swordsmen in the known multi-verse, the motion of Krishna's hand to her hip doesn't go unnoticed by Corwin and when it's forced to come away empty, there's a low little chuckle that sounds in the back of his throat. Green eyes dance over those who jeer and the like, but they quickly return back to the fight at hand, watching with an almost intense interest, even as that smirk holds firm to his lips. There's a faint little loft of his brow as she falls to her back, only to kick up just as the other guy is charging and when the impact comes, it's rewarded with a throaty little laugh and a quick, "There are better uses for being on ones back." It's offered simply enough, voiced lifted to carry over the crowd, even as his gaze shift to the guy that's on his knees, struggling to get up, "But it seems to have served it's purpose. For the moment."

Krishna's hazel eyes snap about to land on Corwin, "Oh really? Sorry, not a shee...," and she grunts as she is punched in the pelvis from the guy gasping for breath on his knees and stumbles back a few steps. Is it because the guy is breathless that she kept her feeting? But she then snorts, "I thought you were supposed to actually be a good fighter, not an old man at the end of the line," she sneers at the 'champion'.

Course the crowd likes the violence, they like the dirty talk, but they are calling for blood now!

Krishna doesn't stand still though when the big guy is back to his feet, she is twisting about, and kicking out at his knee next, to bend it the wrong way. She's fighting dirty, and painfully, and she follows it up with an insulting slap to the face before she leaps back.

The way Krishna moves the impact to her pelvis area still hurts as she favors it very slightly. It wouldn't be noticed by non-professionals. She has no actual 'fighting style', she fights like a street hoodlum: dirty, nasty, and to win above all.

"Tsk Tsk," is all that Corwin offers as she turns her attention towards him; just long enough to give the guy a chance to punch her and with a quick shake of his head, he's offering another little laugh. That smirk twists into an almost wicked fashion as the crowd begins to call for blood and he's simply uncrossing his arms, lowering them down to look his thumbs into his sword belt. He's quiet now, gaze flitting between the two, watching Krishna more then the big guy and as she moves about, he's simply calling out once again, "This isn't a dance rehearsal, woman. Hurt him or kill him. But be done with it."

Krishna snorts at that, "Look, I know what the hell I'm...wait...hell, I have no idea what I'm doing." And she twists to the side this time and goes to hit the guy in the kidney, which causes him to grunt loudly and stumble about afterwards.

This time, Krishna doesn't let him recover as she figured out, even winded, his punch HURT. She moves in to punch him from the back of the head so he doesn't have a clear shot of her. She doesn't do it with one fist, she punches her fists together and just swings and nails him hard.

While he is stumbling about and trying to get un-dizzy, Krishna just shakes her hands out. He recovers more quickly than expected however, and as Krishna is looking to try and get behind him again, he ends up surprise charging her.

Krishna is grabbed, and that is when she goes ballistic....she headbutts, she knees she claws and when he tries to push her to the ground, she bites his hand and rips off flesh and elbows him in the face to knock out some teeth. She was perfectly fine...till he put his hands on her...

Blood is flying now, Krishna is fighting to not get pinned and proves stronger than your typical woman and as a second, then two, then three pass, it will be found out that the man doesn't had any real advantage over Krishna as she seems almost equal in strength to him.

And oh, let's not forget the Lyonesse curses and telling him where to shove his disgustingly small....yes, you get the point. Wow, no lady should have a mouth like that!

Corwin lifts one hand from his belt, offering a faint little flourished bow as he calls out, "We didn't gather that from your .. ambling about. But please, continue. We are all rather amused by things." There's a chorus of chuckles from around him and as his hand returns to his belt, there's a shift of that smirk to a grin.

Without weapons, there isn't much in the way of blood and Corwin seems to be letting his attention drift out over the crowd again. That is, until the guy tries to grab Krishna, causing her to go ballistic. A snap of his attention to the side has him regarding the pair and as blood begins to fly, there's another quick laugh and an incline of his head, "Now, this is far better then it was a moment ago." While the fact that she seems almost equal in strength is noted, it's simply filled away, rather then commented upon. Instead, he's pressing forward a touch more, watching the pair a little more intently now, the string of curses escaping her lips simply drawing that smirk back to his lips.

It takes some work from Krishna, as hand-to-hand is far from her specialty, but a kick to the guy's knee, and she is able to get on top. And she starts wailing on him! Her forehead is bleeding from one of the particularly violent headbutts, and her lower lip looks busted from where the guy's hand was on it, and course she is spitting out spit and blood from where she bit him earlier. In Lyonesse she declares with a growling and firm quality, "Do.....not.....ever.....touch....me.....trash!" Yep, she's not stopping still he's not moving and likely not even then immediately unless someone draws her attention.

He's watching as she manages to get on top and when she begins to simply wail upon the guy, there's a quick little chuckle from Corwin. There's nothing else offered at this time, for his eyes are playing over her face, noting the blood from wounds and from where she bit the guy and when she continues to wail upon him, even after he stops moving, there's a cold, deep laugh that escapes past his lips as he takes a step forward, "I think you have proven your point, now, my dear."

A suddenly pause from Krishna, a stillness to her. Her eyes seem unfocused, till she blinks. "No point, just survival of the fittest," she ends with a grunt, forcing herself to calm down, to bury her anger. She moves to get up, swaying a touch as she does so, but then steadily herself.

The ring runner goes up to Krishna and goes to hold up her hand until he gets glared at and thinks better of it. "The winner!"

Krishna just holds a hand out for her share of the money, wiggling fingers. She's just got that expression of: I'm bloody, and if you don't pay up, you will be next! Ah, the warm and fuzziness of Krishna. So sweet!

Her reply draws a roll of Corwin's head from left to right and then back again, causing bones to creak and snap as they grind against each other and fall back into place, "Survival of the fittest? Hardly. You survived against a common street champion. With a bit of a struggle." A flit of his attention is given to the ring runner, that smirk dancing back to his lips in full force as he thinks better of grabbing Krishna's hand.

At some point, he had collected up the winnings. No doubt because he'd added his own substantial bet to the pot and with the coin in a purse, he's simply flipping it through the air towards her, "Though it was good enough entertainment to earn me a few more coin."

"I'll aim for improvement." It was her first fist fight since losing her memories. Krishna takes her own winnings, not as much as Corwin's as she sunk nothing into the pot herself. She tucks them away and eyes Corwin. "I'm better with a sword. It's more fun too." No touchie that way. "What are you doing here anyway? Aren't you supposed to be a Prince?" Ah, didn't you just miss this snark?

Krishna starts to head away from the crowd, touching her face and pulling away blood, a mixture of hers and his. She grunts at that. "Celeste is going to freak...," annoyance in her tone as she just realized the consequences of her actions. Basically, she's a mess.

His own winnings have been deposited into the pocket of his jacket and at her comment, Corwin's giving another laugh, "Sword is my specialty, my dear, so I must concur with it being far more fun." A pause and there's a loft of his brow, "Prince. King. God. I dare say that I'm here doing the same thing you are. Enjoying that in which we can not get in the heart of the City." He's already moving, albeit in the same direction as her and as she mentions Celeste, there's a curl of his lips to an almost sneer, "Celeste? Why the fuck would she care?"

"I don't know," Krishna states. She doesn't know why, but she believes Celeste would. "She says the fact I like sadism is not a compliment. So I would assume she would not approve of these activities, though she approved of me lighting Micah on fire. Though I admit, I didn't know he was immune originally. Would have been funnier if he wasn't." The woman then steals a side-long glance over at Corwin.

"You have strange tastes for a 'God'," Krishna observes. "So, who is King right now? I understand that changes on a semi-regular basis. I thought it was Random, but I'm not sure I remember correctly. Too many names, not enough faces. I believe yours was Corwin."

Corwin's pausing long enough to listen to that, only to give a cold little chuckle as he offers, "I'm not surprised to hear that Celeste would not approve of such a things, even if I do think such a thing would be a compliment, if one enjoys sadism." Lifting his arms, he's crossing them over his chest once again, "And I also approve of lightening Mandrake's on fire. Perhaps you should try it with ones that are not immune. I might even pay per one that you kill in such a fashion." That wicked smirk dances back to his lips after that comment.

The mention of King has him giving a slight shake of his head, "Amber's current King is Random, my brother. There are also two other Kings from other shadows or realms who visit or live in Amber at times, as well." Pause. "And yes, you do have my name right, my dear."

"That would cause...complications." The killing Mandrakes, "So I'll need to decline the job offer at this time." The fact she answers it seriously rather than act insulted, is telling on her lack of morals and values. Though she blinks, suddenly remember -she- is a mandrake. She totally doesn't mention that right now.

"Why do you keep calling me 'my dear'? It's about as annoying as being called 'my lady'," Krishna grumps. "I'm a soldier, not some girl in a dress." She sounds confident enough at 'soldier', which is much more than what she knew at the hospital.

"I fail to see what complications it would cause and even if there were complications, that's half the fun of things," answers Corwin, that smirk still holding to his lips. At the notion of her finding his title for her annoying, he's giving an almost quiet little chuckle, "Do I care whether it annoys you, my dear? There are a bevy of other things I could call you. Street rat, child, youngin." That smirk deepens upon his lips, "But soldier is most certainly not one. Not with the way in which you fight."

A snort, "I need to stab you soon. And Brand. No, stab Brand first, he deserves it more," grumbles Krishna. It's difficult to tell if she's serious or not..wait, no, she reallllly wants to stab Brand, but unclear if she really do it or just complaining about him. Krishna pauses at a drinking hole, "Need to clean up." She leaves it up to Corwin if he wishes to follow or not, she's heading into the drinking hole which will hopefully have some sort of bathroom to clean up in. She doesn't comment on the other names, none of them seem to bug her as much as 'my dear', and she doesn't want to talk about her punching skills or the lack thereof right now.

"I wish you all the best in trying to stab either Brand or myself. Though prepare for a length stay in the hospital should you truly attempt such a thing." If he seems at all concerned by the notion, it certainly doesn't show. When she turns to make her way towards one of the drinking holes, Corwin is simply following after her, arms uncrossing from his chest and as he moves along behind her, uncaring of the fact that he may simply be intruding, he's offering, "There's still much you can learn about fighting, my dear, before you'll ever have a chance of stabbing anyone of any skill."

"On the to-do list," Krishna says with a bit of sarcasm. "Along with getting my damn memories back, buying clothes I actually like, weapons, armor, and getting something to do that doesn't make me want to murder people from boredom." She heads instead and pauses outside the bathroom after peeking in. She eyes Corwin. "Stay," she says. Apparently she doesn't want Corwin following her into the enclosed space as she slips inside to get cleaned up. Geez, Corwin is not a stray puppy!

Then again, there was this slight smirk as Krishna tried not to laugh out loud - though her eyes seemed to dance - when she said it. After all the verbal stabs from Corwin in the last few minutes, she needed to slide one in there!

"Armor is a waste of time. It will only hinder you in a real sword fight, my dear. A sword, though, should be easy enough to come by." And still Corwin follows her and as she literally commands him to stay, there's an arch of a brow. He does pause, long enough to simply stare at her as she moves into that enclosed space and then he's moving to open the door and follow her in, "Really? Seriously? You think telling me to stay is going to work?" A portion of wall is found by the door and he's leaning against it, "You have a lot to learn about things."

And then Krishna is laughing at the water runs. Honestly laughing. "It would have been interesting if you did listen." She really should be more terrified of Corwin, but for whatever reason she isn't. She's...strangely comfortable with him, or so it seems. She then starts to clean up, and she's fine as long as Corwin doesn't touch her. Course, her clothes are still a mess, but at least she is getting her face and hair clean enough to pass casual inspection.

"Then again, I suppose it is interesting that you follow me. I am someone without a past, and currently without a future. I have not remade myself into anyone as of yet." Note the 'yet'. Krishna may not know what path to take, but she isn't going to just remain still.

Corwin doesn't make any move to touch her, quite content to simply lean against the wall, arms once more settled crossed over his chest. His eyes do remain focused upon her as she begins to clean herself and there's a half chuckle before he's offering, "I've never been one to do what I was told." There's a curl of his lips to a smirk, followed by just the hint of a shrug as he offers, "You hold my interest for the moment. A rarity and so, I indulge myself and followed. Not many would simply give into a fight as you did, so casually."

"Give into?" Krishna does not understand so she asks. Face cleaned up, she's still working on her hair. The so-called towels in this place are crap, but she's making do. They will be good enough to get any clumps of mud off her clothes at least. She looks at Corwin questioningly.

There's another quick little roll of Corwin's head from side to side, settling those bones back into place before he gives a nod of his head, "Yes, give into." Arms uncross from his chest as he shrugs off from the lean against that wall, "Few enjoy fighting. Fewer still give into their darker side, such as you did, and seemingly enjoy such little .. affairs."

"Why wouldn't I? I'm winning and I'm not the one suffering." Maybe that doesn't make sense, and Krishna kinda realizes it after it comes out of her mouth. She uses the towels to semi dry her hair before cleaning the clumps off her clothes. Her forehead appears to have stopped bleeding, which was quick considering it was a head wound.

She hrms slightly. "It doesn't feel or sound right," Krishna admits. "But I don't know why. There...is a wall," and her brow wrinkles and her expression almost looks pained.

Another laugh is escaping past Corwin's lips as he gives a shake of his head, "It is not something that Amber society approves of, my dear." A step towards her is taken, even as he bobs his head, "In fact, they rather frown upon such delights, I'm afraid. Few are the number of us who /actually/ enjoy it." Now, there's a simple shrug of his shoulders and one hand lifts to give an idle little wave, "You said you were seeking to retrieve memories. Which means you're another of those amnesiacs. Things will return. In time."

There is a slight stiffening of her shoulders when Corwin steps closer, but no other betrayals of nervousness and no betrayal of fear. Krishna finishes cleaning off the clumps and re-washes her hands. Her clothes are still a mess and as it dries, will be even messier. "I remember more than I did in the hospital. Krishna, I know Lyonesse, and I love the feel of battle and a blade in my hand. These things feel...'correct'." Krishna dries her hands as she shrugs. "Perhaps why I am comfortable with you Corwin, you feel...familiar. Not that I trust you. I like to think I'm not a fool."

But Krishna then motions for you to depart from the tiny ass bathroom, "I want a drink, and I'm not getting one in here with you...I have no idea what you are trying to do." Krishna doesn't even ask.

"That's hardly recalling much of anything, my dear. The feel of battle and a blade in your hand is probably most instinct, then memory. Your know, though, is something. Not that I overly care much in that regard." That smirk dances back upon his lips and he's offering an incline of his head in her direction, "You are wise to not trust me, my dear. That, at least, proves that you are somewhat smart." The mention of a drink, though, has him casting a look towards the door, only for him to turn towards it and begin to make his way out of the bathroom, "Perhaps I am merely seeing how you react, my dear. Watching for signs or movements that betray you."

"Perhaps there is not much to recall." Krishna isn't sure if there is or not, it's one thing that worries her, but there is only a hint of tenseness to her tone as she follows Corwin out of the bathroom. She ignores the strange looks the two of you get by leaving the tiny ass bathroom together.

"As for betray, what would I betray?" This has vague interest from Krishna before she finds a table to sit at, careful of the chair as it is partially broken. "Now, why don't you order me a drink with the winnings you made off me, 'my dear'."

"There is always much to recall, it's a matter of what's important or what's worthless," offers Corwin as he emerges from that bathroom. The looks that they get draw a smirk and he's casting a look towards one patron, only to offer, "Hope she wasn't too loud for you. I'll make sure she's quieter, next time." It's offered as casually as can be and as a table is reached, he's simply pulling out a chair, lowering himself into it and lifting a hand to catch the attention of the wait staff, to which he's ordering, "A bottle of scotch. Two glasses."

Krishna scowls at Corwin, not maliciously, but primarily just for effect, "You definitely owe me a drink now. I don't give out pretend sex for free you know." The chair seating move is odd to her, and she almost doesn't sit down and when she does, it's awkward, and she looks almost ready to punch Corwin if he tried anything. Though when nothing happens, she relaxes a bit. The mention of scotch draws her attention. Her hazel eyes studies Corwin, seeming to worry her lower lip, which doesn't seem to bother her though it's slightly split. She just looks thoughtful, as if weighing something in her mind.

"I'll buy you a drink if you promise never to mention the pretend sex again. After all, wasn't all that good." There's a flash of a grin that curls his lips upwards and when the server arrives with that bottle and two glasses, he's simply tossing a few coins to pay for the bottle. Then, he's claiming it and filling both glasses, only to push one towards her as he claims his own. The fact that she's studying him while worrying her lip draws a lift of a brow and a murmured, "Something on your mind?"

Krishna stops worrying her lip and smirks, "No kidding. I didn't even know we were having it. Apparently, we need to work on our communication skills." There is that snark again. But she then nods, "I promise not to mention it in public...most likely," and makes a cross her heart motion.

Krishna reaches for her glass after verifying it was empty while Corwin poured it. When Corwin asks, she answers with bluntness, "I was wondering why I was comfortable with you instead of afraid. I sense I should be afraid, but I'm not." And note comfortable, not safe feeling. Krishna then takes a drink of the scotch, nodding in approval. Better than the ale she expected to get instead.

"Fair enough," offers Corwin with just the touch of a laugh and an incline of his head in her direction, only to follow the motion with a lift of the glass to his lips, where's he draining almost half the glass in a single, long sip. When it lowers back to the table, his brow remains lifted and with a moment's consideration taken, there's a faint shrug of his shoulders and a deadpanned, "It's my stunning good looks and charm that make you feel comfortable. I'm sure of it." that comes to be offered.

Krishna blinks at the mention of Corwin's good looks. She then realllly studies him, before smirking, "I suppose you are good looking, and you certainly smell better than me right now, but I highly doubt that is the reason." Another drink of the scotch is taken.

The response from her draws a quick laugh from Corwin and it's followed by a slight shake of his head, "I probably do smell a fair bit better at the moment." A fingertip taps against the side of his glass before he's raising it to his lips to drain a bit more of the liquid. When it's lowered back to the table, he's regarding her a moment before offering, "But if that's not the reason, what do you think is?"

Krishna blinks at that question. "I don't know...I suppose you feel, kind of 'normal' to me, whatever that means." She frowns a bit, "I suppose Celeste would not consider that a 'good' thing, but it's the truth." The young woman doesn't appear disturbed by the concept or the thought, just perhaps surprised at defining it. She finishes off the scotch she currently has and slides the glass toward Corwin and the scotch bottle.

Corwin's brow lofts upwards again, even as another chuckle escapes past his lips, "Normal ... I have a feeling Celeste would have a raging fit at the prospect of that. Which, rather amuses and delights me." A grin dances back to his lips and with the last of the scotch finished from his glass, he's setting it aside, only to claim the bottle so that both glasses can be refilled. Then, hers is pressed back towards her, "Then again, 'normal' is more of a perception these days."

The glass is accepted back, "I am beginning to learn that," Krishna states. She drinks this one slower, her hazel eyes flickering about occasionally to keep an eye on the other patrons. One would think she would react to scotch on her busted lower lip, but she doesn't give a single show to the sting she should feel. "Why do I interest you?"

Corwin's not quick to raise the second glass back to his lips, but that doesn't stop him from curling his hand around it, fingers tapping idly against, "My version of normal and Celeste's version of normal are vastly different, as well." A wink is shadowed in her direction and then he's claiming a little sip from his glass before offering, "Perhaps it's the fact that you're different then most in the city. You seem to .. delight in the seedier nature of things."

"Why wouldn't one want to take delight in such things? It's far better then being a good little citizen who obeys the laws and the like." That grin does work it's way back to a smirk before Corwin's taking another sip of the scotch, only to lower the glass back down, "And it's not as if I hide the fact that Chaos does help guide my hand. And Chaos is not known for being all cute and cuddly."

A blink at that, "Chaos tainted?" Apparently, Krishna knows a little something about that. She frowns at that, and then shakes her head. "Tainted means you can easily become lost and controlled by that which taints you. I wouldn't want to give up control over my own existence like that, what little control I do have," she ends with, having no delusions about what little she controls right now. "Though I'm sure many have told you to be careful, and my words would mean next to nothing."

A cold little laugh escapes past Corwin's lips as he inclines his head in her direction, "Yes. Tainted. My entirely Realm exists outside of shadow, my dear, and is infused with Chaos." Lowering his hand from his glass, it moves to the hilt of the sword at his hip, which he taps, "Even my sword is of Chaos. But I have yet to give in to the lingering, tempting call unlike others who have proven weak minded." A half pause is taken, only to be followed with, "Chaos is a tool. A means to an end. Learn to control it and it will you grant you power that can not normally be found."

"It is not an individual to manipulate and control, but a raw power that has not conscious or mortal qualms." She doesn't believe Corwin will be able to 'control it' forever. Still, Krishna says, "I understand the call of power however. It is a tempting call." Her brow wrinkles as if something bothers her, but she lifts the scotch and takes a drink of it to distract herself.

"Pattern, Order, Chaos. They are all powers that people draw upon. Some learn to control them, others let themselves be controlled." Corwin's shoulders lift into just the hint of a shrug, "I do not deny that dancing the line so closely with Chaos does not tempt me to go further. But one need only realize the consequences of such things."

"To think I find such madness normal. What does that say about me?" And Krishna then sighs before taking another drink of the scotch. "What else do you like to do other than watch my bad hand-to-hand fighting skills?" Krishna doesn't know much about herself to talk about herself, so she asks about Corwin and tries to learn about him. And she is full of questions...from the deep to the seeming meaningless.

An almost quiet laugh escapes past Corwin's lips as he gives a shake of his head, "It says nothing other then you walk a different line then most others. There is nothing wrong with that, my dear." Lifting the glass back to his lips, he's draining the contents from within, only to lower it back down so that he can begin to refill it, "What do I like to do? Fight, drink, fuck, terrorize Amber. You know. The fun stuff."

"Seriously, fuck is on that list?" Krishna has to shake her head at that, just taking another drink of her scotch and not hurrying it this time. "Why bother terrorizing Amber with being in line with the throne? I suppose there is more going on there than I know."

With refilled glass in hand, Corwin's lifting it to his lips for a quick sip before lowering it back to set it on the table, "You try and find interesting things to do after almost two thousand years." A flash of a smirk and he's lofting a brow, "I'm the rightful heir to the throne and with Oberon gone, the throne should be mine. A minor set back, but one that will be fixed at some point in the near future."

"And I thought it was a blessing to live to my young 20s," the comment bestowed off-handedly. "And what would you do with the throne anyway? Infuse chaos in everything, or let people choose their own perspectives to live?" Krishna doesn't know or understand politics, but she's interested in Corwin's end goal.

"What can I say. A benefit and bane of being a Prince of Amber is that we're rather ..long lived. There isn't much that surprises me these days." Claiming his glass, Corwin once again taps his fingertips against it, "What would I do with the throne? Fix the wrong that is Amber. Fix the relationships of Amber with it's nearest Shadows."

"Oh? How?" Krishna doesn't know much about this, but she senses it is important so zeros in on it. And hey, how often does Corwin get a captive audience..wait...is that the right word even? In either case, the next drink finishes off the scotch and she sets her glass forward for me.

With her drink being finished and then pushed forward, Corwin's claiming the bottle and refilling her glass, only to give a shake of his head, "It doesn't matter how I would go about such things, my dear. Only that I seek to fix what is wrong with Amber at this time." There's a curl of his lips to a smirk, "Plus, some things are better left as secrets."

A bit of a smirk then, "What, don't trust me Corwin? I thought we were pretend lovers." That bit of snark peeks out again! Alright, so Krishna went there only after she retrieved her refilled glass. "Let me rephrase the question then, what is wrong with them?"

A laugh begins to escape past Corwin's lips as he gives a shake of his head, along with a quick grin, "Lovers are the last ones that I trust. Especially pretend lovers." Another wink is given and then he's lifting his glass to his lips to take another healthy sip before lowering it back down, "Amber and it's Houses are corrupt and lost. They seek to claim all of shadow for themselves and view most others as nothing more then expandable."

Krishna raises an eyebrow as if she isn't quite sure what the issue is. Though the Mandrakes have been trying to introduce stuff like 'protecting the weak' into her head lately. "So?"

Though at the mention of pretend lovers being the last ones to trust, "Ah, how disappointing. I thought I got benefits from this relationship."

"When everyone runs around on their own agenda and without any form of .. control or leadership, it leads to an unorganized chaos my dear, which is far from ideal." That smirk dances back to his lips, broken by a quick chuckle and a loft of a brow, "Really? And just what benefits did you think such things would bestow upon you, my dear?"

"Well, isn't unorganized chaos the best kind of chaos? I didn't realize chaos had standards." A smirk then, "Well, 'my dear', I haven't quite figured that out. This (pretend) lover concept is still a bit strange to me. I'll get back to you on that," Krishna offers.

"Unorganized chaos is the worst kind. It leads to everyone doing their own thing and breeds hatred and rivaliries that hinder more then help. Perhaps some time, I will show you what organized Chaos looks like, so that you might see the difference." Another drink is claimed by Corwin and when the glass lowers, there's a grin that hints upon his lips, "Excellent. I look forward to hearing just what you think you're entitled to."

"But wouldn't that give order to the chaos and piss them both off?" Krishna is half teasing, and half curious. She has never heard of such a thing really, or perhaps she just doesn't remember it. But Krishna then laughs, "Why do I get a feeling the first thing out of your mouth will be 'that's nice', and it goes no further than that?"

"No. There is a vast difference between Order and Chaos, my dear. As well as organization and Order. It's important to understand those things." That grin deepens upon his lips before Corwin lifts his shoulders into a shrug, "Hey, you never know. Maybe it'll be something other then 'That's nice'!"

"I'll pass on the boot to my ass," Krishna advises, "Or my face." Does she never think positively? A glass half empty kinda girl it seems. Another drink of scotch is taken, a deeper one this time as she drinks the glass away and slides it forward again. It may or may not be noticeable in the dim lighting, that...her lower lip is no longer split, and her forehead has healed up a lot.

"Well, perhaps one day you will show or explain to me the difference. It sounds interesting, though I never promise I'm game," Krishna states.

"Are you sure? I'm rather good at those things," offers Corwin with just the hint of a tease, even as he gives a nod of his head in her direction. There's little doubt that he's probably noticed the healing of the lip and forehead, but it doesn't seem to be something he feels the need to mention. Instead, her glass is filled as it's slid forward, only to then be slid back over towards her, "In time, you'll come to understand and learn the differences. I can promise you that."

"Who the hell likes a boot to the ass or face? Freaks." Krishna though listens to Corwin's words before she states, "I'm not sure if that is a promise or a threat, 'my dear'." But she lifts her glass for another drink and mmms afterwards. No fear from the threat, and actually, Krishna struggles not to smile. Man, she's crazy.

"Never said people liked it, my dear. Simply said I was rather good at such things. There's a difference." Corwin's drink is lifted back to his lips, a healthy portion of the contents finished off before he's lowering it back down, "Both, actually. I think you will rather enjoy understanding the differences between things."

"Duly noted your play on words," Krishna states. "I'll have to watch myself more closely verbally around you." She then rolls her eyes, "Politicians." Though at the last part, she mmms, "Threat and a promise of enjoyment. Aren't you a confusing man." Still, her lips are slightly curled against her better judgment.

That single word of 'Politician' draws a chuckle from Corwin's lips, "What can I say. After this long, one learns to do a little bit of everything." There's a flash of a grin that comes to bare as he gives a little bob of his head towards her, "Confusing is one of the many things that I've been called and one that I'll never dispute. It helps to keep enemies off guard."

And wow, the next thing Krishna almost says would likely land with her ass in her hands. So she just grins at her own internal thoughts instead. "You make me laugh," as if that is a good thing. She doesn't really laugh with the Mandrakes, not yet anyway...well, outside of combat...then it's mostly her laughing maniacally.

"I hope we get to meet again soon and converse more. This has been a very interesting conversation to me." and then Krishna says, "Ah, I figured out one of the things a (pretend) lover should get from her man," she states.

Corwin's attention never really falters from her, even as he lifts his glass back to his lips for a quick sip, "I'm glad to hear that I amuse you, my dear. It's something I /do/ so aim to do." Sarcasm? I think so, "And I'm sure that our paths will cross again, my dear. Especially if this is an area of Amber in which you are going to be frequenting." A half pause is taken, only to be followed with, "Oh? And just what should a pretend lover get from her man?"

"Truly? I thought it was to amuse yourself." Sarcasm back. Ahs, at the question of what they should have? Krishna actually smiles.

It's not a sweet smile, it comes off a little sinister actually as that's just Krishna for you. "Indulgence." Of COURSE she would figure that one out first. But she doesn't define what kind of indulgence.

"Well, it has the added benefit of amusing myself. At times. So, you are a tad right in that regard, I suppose." That glass is lifted back to Corwin's lips and he's draining the last of the contents, only to set the empty aside once again. When she offers just what she should get, there's a laugh that escapes past his lips, followed by an incline of his head, "Fair enough. I do find it hard to argue that particular point."

Another drink is taken of the scotch and Krishna then says while trying not to laugh, "I look forward to you indulging me then, my dear." And then she loses it, act actually starts to chuckle, and really tries to stifle it. "My apologizes. I have difficulty picturing you indulging me where it doesn't become very awkward. I don't think I really know what indulgence is."

Claiming the bottle, Corwin is once more refilling his glass, only to set the bottle off to one side so that his hand can curl around the glass once again, "All depends on just what you expect me to indulge you in, my dear." A flash of a smirk is followed by a lift of his shoulders into a shrug, "So, only time will tell what truly happens there. And whether or not I actually do indulge you."

Krishna finally sets her glass down, this time upside down, "You are right. Only time will tell, and so will my memories. What is build now, will it crumble to what came before, or will it gain a strong foundation?" She then slowly moves to stand, "I must be going, if only to gain a few hours of sleep before the noise starts in the manor."

Shifting a touch in his seat, Corwin tilts his chair back as he draws his glass towards him, "It's hard to say just what will happen in that regard. Things might crumble to what came before or you may find a more sturdy foundation beginning to form." Lifting the glass upwards in a mock little salute, he's offering, "Until next time, my dear. I will be sure to cuddle in and the like in our pretend little relationship when I happen to think of it."

Krishna blinks at those words, "Do I even want to know what cuddle is?" It is actually a word, at least in Amber, she doesn't recognize. But she then mock salutes back, "Think of our pretend little relationship a lot however, and it will become a pretend big relationship, so watch out that it doesn't consume all your passions and attention, my dear."

A quick loft of Corwin's brow is taken and he's lifting a hand to give a dismissive wave, "We'll cover that another time." A flash of a grin, then, and after he's claimed another drink, he's offering, "Don't worry. I don't think we'll have to worry about it consuming all my attention and the like. For now, I'll bid you farewell and will see you when our paths cross again."