Old Acquaintances(Dreamer)

[Dante Grixis]

Dante entered the Ram and found an empty seat at the long bar and ordered a pint of ale. He was dressed in his usual attire of chain main and a cloak, his blades strapped to his belt. He was a little wary as he entered, an old Acquaintance worked here and he didn't want to run into him. But as he relaxed and took a deep drink from his mug he saw that the stage area was empty and Dreamer was nowhere in sight.

Dante looked around the bar, it was at it's peak hour. He was confident that he wouldn't have a run in with the boy. If he was to preform than he would be on about now. Dante nodded to himself and took a long drink from his tankard, draining the class. He was ready for a relaxing evening, but it seemed that it was not to be.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer walked into the bar, his face low and his mouth grumbling about the cold weather outside. He had been in a bad mood, on and off, for the past few days.Ever since the two thieves had raided the Guild vault and stolen a precious artifact, from him. He still blamed himself for that.

He walked along the people, making his way to the bar as he was thinking to himself. On top of the constant self abuse he went threw, he also received some mean remarks from some of the older mages. Even some of the more braver apprentices tried to taunt him, and he was starting to get sick of it.

It was all Dante's fault, the one who betrayed him.

Dreamer looked up, since he had almost smacked into lucy, one of the bar wenches. When he did, he spotted the back of the head of the very man he loathed at the moment. Despite his angry emotions, which screamed at him to smack the man in the head or hex him, Dreamer kept a cool head. He just rushed over quietly to stand beside him, and in a strained voice he said.

"You...Me..Outside..Now" he spoke quiet enough not to interrupt the patrons, but loud enough to get his point clear. With his message sent, Dreamer turned to walk back outside the door. His mind was working itself around what he was going to do and or say.

[Dante Grixis]

Dante's thoughts were interrupted by a familiar voice. Dreamer, it turned out, was here, and he wanted to confront Dante.

"Not your smartest move friend." He said and turned only to see the back door closing in Dreamer's wake. He sighed heavily and strode to the back door. What could Dreamer possibly think he could do to Dante? He was a mage, a low ranking one at that, and Dante was a skilled assassin, Dreamer had seen this during the heist he had pulled the other night.

As he opened the back door into the alleyway outback he decided he didn't want to kill Dreamer if it was to be avoided. He was a nice kid, had a good heart. It would be a shame to have to take his life. He closed the door to face his opponent, but he did not draw his swords, not yet.

"What do you want?" He asked, his cold assassin edge in his voice. He hoped that intimidation would be enough to get rid of the boy.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer was glaring daggers as Dante walked outside into the cold air. He had been waiting for this confrentation for the last few days, even had a dagger in the back of his belt and one hidden behind his shoulder if needed. He wasnt going to let Dante get away with what he did. He didnt want to harm the man, well not very bad, but he wasnt going to kill him.

"What do you want?"

There was an icy tone to his voice, a dangerous and intimidating tone. If he was any other teenage child he would have been grounded to where he still with a mess leaking down his pants. He wasn't a regular adolescent though, he was a Mage of the Magi Guild. He could wield power that would challenge even the more wiser and experienced of mages. He wasn't going to be pushed around by a lowly thief.

He stood his ground and spoke in his own menacing tone,"I want the stone Dante, i know it was you and your partner who broke into my guild the other night and stole it". He took a daring step forward, not withing blades reach, but still a step, "I want it back, and i want it back now!".

[Dante Grixis]

Dante was silent for a moment. Then he laughed, a deep menacing laugh. After a moment it slowed to a chuckle. He wasn't the slightest bit threatened by Dreamer's step forward. "Your guild? You think a weak little mage like you holds any sway?" He asked, grinning evilly and glaring at Dreamer. "You are worthless to them, and what more you are no threat to me." He drew out his blades slowly, letting the sunlight glint off them. He held them in front of him in an offensive way.

"You think I've never killed mages more powerful than you?" His intimidation tactic was working and he planned to push it until it stopped.

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer grew red as his hand flew back to grasp the hilt of his own blade, although he did not draw it. "So this is what it has come to hmm" He spoke, the pain was evident in his voice. "You were my very first friend in Camelot Dante, i do not deny that, and i would rather not lose you". Dreamer took a step back and sighed, his hand still on the hilt.

"You betrayed me though, your greed drove you to steal from me" Dreamer spat when he finished the sentence. "I have not wish to fight you, all i want is what you stole from me".

[Dante Grixis]

Dante softened slightly at the harshness of Dreamer's words. He turned his blades so their point faced the ground.

"Greed has nothing to do with it. Greed and necessity are two different things, I'm sure you know this." He looked Dreamer over. "As for the stone, it's gone."

He and Henry had sold it soon after they had gotten it. Even if he wanted it back he had no idea where it had gone off to. Probably somewhere outside of Camelot by his guess. Dante sighed. "I'm sorry Dreamer, but that's how it is."

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

...Greed has nothing to do with it. Greed and necessity are two different things, I'm sure you know this.

Dreamer started off as he had stopped, "Your necessity changed into greed when you stole from the guild, all we do is try a...". He was cut off by Dante's next three words.

...As for the stone, it's gone.

Dreamer's face grew red as he lost control of his emotions for a split second. "You Blundering Idiot! With ALL the RICH nobles out there you just HAVE to steal from the guild!?!?!!!" Dreamer screeched at Dante. "Do You Know What You Have Done!" Dreamer had the urge to rip the hair out of his head.

I'm sorry Dreamer, but that's how it is.

"Thats how it is?? That's how it is?? You are so STUPID!!"

[Dante Grixis]

Dante was slightly shocked by the level of volume the boy could attain. Dante cut him off before he could start another sentence.

"Is it stupid?" He yelled back. "I think that the damn MAGES are just as bad as the nobles!" He took a step towards Dreamer. "They ALL think that they are SO high and mighty because they can so a few TRICKS!" His voice boomed off the stone walls on either side of them, each word echoed down the alleyway. He wouldn't be surprised if they had an audience soon.

"And what the hell are YOU going to do about it?" He thrust his sword forward, not in attack but pointing it at Dreamer. "You won't kill me. You don't have it in you!" His voice dropped to a normal speaking level, his tone dripping with venom, "You can turn me in, but you better be prepared to have the blood of knights on your hands."

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer was caught off guard by Dante's viewpoint of mages. It was true, some felt they were high and mighty becouse they could cast a few spells. There were those though whom he felt were like him, or at least what he thought he was like, that didnt see themselves at that viewpoint.

"So tell me honestly then, Dante" Dreamer said, his voice dimming down again. He looked at the blade he pointed at him, and then back at his scared face. He stepped forward until the tip of the blade was pressed against his chest. Stupid or brave, it didnt matter, this was the only way he felt he could get the new question out of his head.

"Is that what you think of Me?"

[Dante Grixis]

Dante was surprised at Dreamer's bold move and listened to his question, pondering the answer.

Dante did not lower his blade or change his tone, "No. You're still the simple gypsy you were months ago when you first arrived." Dante looked at him right in the eyes. "I didn't know that you were a mage, perhaps if I did we wouldn't have robbed it. I hoped that you and I would be friends, but I suppose that is a lost cause now."

Dante applied gentle pressure to the blade, not enough to puncture, not yet. "But, that would not stop me from driving this through your chest should the need arise."

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Dreamer took the moment to assess what Dante had just said. Then he bowed his head and sighed, then he pushed his hair back as he looked up. "You know, no one said we couldnt be friends, but your last statement makes me curious of why i should be your friend".

Dreamer was rather agitated at the moment, he had neither been able to retrieve his orb nor work on his friendship with Dante. "Like you said, nothing would stop you from driving your blade into my chest, which leads me to believe you dont rather see me as a friend and more of a target..".

He had to dig the knife in when he said, "Much unlike that other character you played with to steal the orb, the one i knocked out, hmmm maybe if i stole a few things with you then you would be my friend?".

Dreamer gave him a smile, "Is that right?".

[Dante Grixis]

Dante smirked. "Never thought you to be such a cynic." He snapped his blade away from Dreamer's chest and back into his sheath. He took a step back from Dreamer and looked him over. "No one is a target unless I get paid." He said in response to Dreamer's earlier comment. He gave Dreamer a cryptic smirk. "And no, I am friends with many others than simply assassins and thieves. It just helps that those people don't know what my true occupation is."

His gaze softened a bit. The boy was hurt, and it seemed that this couldn't be helped. Rather than speak right out his mind Dante dodged around it by asking, "Why would you want to be friends with an assassin who stole from you anyway?"

[Jasen "Dreamer" Masters]

Why would you want to be friends with an assassin who stole from you anyway?

Dreamer took a step back, since Dante's sword was not drawn at his chest anymore. He could see the serious complection leave his face, and was replaced by a much gentler face. His words were softer, either our of pain or kindness.

"Becouse i dont see you as an assassin Dante" he said plainly,"I still see you as the man who was kind to me on my first day in this scary new world".

He moved his hands to draw his jacket a little closer to him. "That doesnt change the fact that im royally annoyed with you, or that im not sure if i can trust you anytime soon, but that doesnt mean i dont want to be your friend".

[Dante Grixis]

Dante sighed and shook his head. This boy was perplexing. He was obviously very angry with Dante but he wouldn't hate him. Dante liked that about him, it seemed that no matter what wrong he did Dreamer would still be there to talk to. He started walking back to the door to the bar. He stopped with his hand on the door knob.

"Care to join me for a drink?"

He didn't turn to see if Dreamer would follow. He made his was to the bar and sat on a stool. He paid for a pint of ale and a glass of milk. He remember that Dreamer wasn't particularly fond of alcohol.