Remember Me


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Scene Title Remember Me
Synopsis A chance trip to Biddy's get's Diogenes' memory of Kaylee back.
Date July 29, 2009

Biddy Flannigan's Irish Pub

Ambient lighting blankets the establishment in a soft luminescence, glowing in tones of appealing orange from the front face of the bar and low hanging light fixtures overhead. Old style brick walls given the pub an appealing depth, reflecting the tone of lights in a more amber hue down upon the lengths of the polished, wooden floors. The bar counter of lacquered dark wood stretches along the northern wall, the forefront for shelves of numerous liquors and the substantially sized LCD televisions spaced liberally behind it. The screens flicker with the latest games and news as the labeled spirit bottles wink from lighted shelves with a beckon of their own. Barstools and high tables welcome tipsy patrons to their support, scattered with throughout the barroom with a few wedge into the darker, quieter, and more secretive recesses. Over the bar are a few banners of sports teams, most notably one of English football club Manchester United.

The thick wooden door to the west is fitted with a single neon sign sponsored by one of the brews on tap, glowing in the door's center window to shed its light onto the sidewalk outside and summoning in new customers when the bar is open for business.

Adam sits in Biddy's at his corner table with Michael and Kaylee. They seem to be discussing something of some importance. Adam says to Kaylee, "So, he knew who I was. That's all you could get from him?" he frowns, "Alright…so, we know he knows who I am and he was at Pinehearst. Now we need a name."

"Ended up with a nasty headache from that bit too." Kaylee sit's slumped in her chair, fingers rubbing at a temple. She looks somewhat annoyed. "It's amazing I even picked up that piece. All I did was scan what he was thinking right then… there were many more thoughts then should be in a man's head." There is a soft sigh. "Sorry, I couldn't get that name. I'm no Maury.. or that Arthur guy."

It is now usual for Diogenes to leave his apartment with his jacket left behind. It was hot enough for him to roll up the sleeves of his thin shirt, and have the top three buttons undone for any sort of breeze to make the heat less comfortable. His over-the-shoulder bag is not with him, primarily because the issue of keeping it somewhere safe has been solved. A hand runs through his hair to comb it back as he enters Biddy's, his eyes scanning the room only superficially before his attention fixes on the bar. Since Isis was not there, the young man could only guess that it simply wasn't her shift. So much for trying to pleasantly surprise the redhead. Standing not too far from the door, he would sigh and look around the place in hopes of spotting Isis. Instead, he catches sight of Kaylee. Uh-oh.

Adam hmms a bit at what Kaylee says. He glances about the room and pauses at the door for a moment before turning back towards Kaylee. He pauses and steeples his fingers and nudges Michael and whispers something to him. Michael nods and gets up and walks behind the bar. At which point, Adam concentrates on Kaylee for the moment.

"I wish I was.." She continues with a wistful look. "They were so strong.. to potential there." Eyes flick up to look across the room and catches sight of a familiar face, though there is a brief look like she's trying to figure out who it is. Then it clicks, a small lift of her eyebrows. Her hand moves to lightly thwap Adam's leg. "There he is." She says softly lips barely moving as she glancing at Adam. She never thought the man would come in and there he was.

The keen gaze of the man regards the one who is sitting at the same table as Kaylee. As his gesture calls the other man to rise, his superiority or perhaps importance is noted. Standing completely still as though a statue, he decides to merely observe for the time being; he looks at Michael and follows him with his eyes, and when he would arrive to his final destination, Diogenes would look back to the table with Kaylee and Adam. Both hands are lifted, his ring finger and pinky curved slightly inwards. His raised hands are tilted at a certain angle, and he shakes his head, looking her as sternly as a father would.

Michael pats one bartender on the shoulder and whispers something to him. The bartender nods as if he understands and reaches under the bar for something, then Michael continues on to the backroom. Adam, meanwhile, glances back towards Diogenes. He tilts his head to the left for a moment as he watches the man stare and then lift his hands. He pauses for a moment and then motions to a seat across from him.

Resting her elbows on the table, Kaylee leans forward giving Dio a rather pleasant smile. Nothing malicious, just a smile as Adam directs him to sit. "Hope you know what your doing…" Kaylee softly sings the words, so that only Adam can hear her. Not that she doubts her boss, but she's heard what Dio can do.. She's not too sure she wants him any closer.

Michael's actions remain unknown to Diogenes, for his attention rests on Adam and Kaylee, now. He approaches the table whilst slowly lowering his hands to his sides; he stepped over to the table just as slowly as well, not at all intending for this to become a mess. There were naught but suspicions that he has entered Adam's domain, and that Kaylee was somehow tied to him, but Thomas did not wish to draw unneeded attention, and did not want some sort of battle of the Evolved to burst out. Once at the table, he would take a seat, his glance jumping from Kaylee to Adam. Provided that things would not go awry, he'd ask casually with a subtle hint of a smile: "I suppose it's too early on in the day to order something strong?"

Meanwhile, Michael returns from the back room with a couple more gentlemen. They start to fan out throughout the bar while quietly asking patrons to leave. Meanwhile, Adam smiles at Diogenes in a rather charming fashion, "Hello." he says pleasantly. "Well, it's always three o'clock somewhere, yeah? What would you like?" he pauses, "You know, you've been causing me some manner of headaches."

"I thought it was 5 o'clock somewhere.. Or is that only here the US?" Kaylee asks curiously, before flicking away as if not important. She motions to Adam, with a bit of a smile. "My boss." She explains lightly giving Dio a smile. "So.. I heard you were looking for me?" She gives him a curious look. "I'm here," she spreads her hands a bit.

Although patrons are being asked to leave and the population of this hangout is being replaced with 'gentlemen' of certain il, Diogenes sends a glance aside, and his attention ultimately lies on the pair in front of him. Reclining in his chair, he twitches both of his brows upwards, seemingly surprised by what Adam has to say. "From offering a friendly drink to mafia-esque business. That's a steep dive", he notes, tipping his head to the side. "I might have given you a headache, but I haven't given you any memory lapses", he replies in regards of that particular issue, turning to look at Kaylee with a growing smile. "Your boss?" Diogenes pauses for a moment, eyeing the woman for a moment or two until he looks back at Adam. "I think we're going the wrong way about it. Doesn't introduction come first?"

It wasn't hard to clear out the bar. This early in the day on a Tuesday and only a few patrons were present. Eventually the doors are locked and the men fan out again around Diogenes, but hold there for the moment. Meanwhile, Adam says, "Ah, you're right. My name is Adam." he says, "Perhaps you should introduce yourself as well."

Considering him for a long moment, Kaylee smiles a bit. "An introduction? Why?" Keeping focused on him, she reaches out to touch his mind. "Since you already know me." Her hand lifts from the table only a bit so that she can give a flick of her wrist. "«Remember me.»" Those two words seem to unlock something in his mind. Where he once thought he had a blank spot in his memory Kaylee reappears, even her name as she gave it on the boat to Staten. The memory was always there, he just didn't see them. Giving him an small smile, she offers, "My apologies for doing that in the first place."

"Of course", replies the young adult, rolling his shoulders in a mild shrug. "My name is Diogenes", he announces, his tone rising mid-sentence only to fall dramatically as the ancient name rolls off his tongue. As he smacks his lips, he continues his side of the introduction: "I am looking for honest me.." He falls silent for but a moment and his gaze becomes erratic, his attention fleeting. The memories return to him - of Kaylee, of their trip to Staten and the pawn shop. It all made perfect sense. Except one thing - why hide something in the first place, if you're willing to give it away? This particular thought is not mentioned. Instead, he focuses on Adam once again after a quick glance at Kaylee. "I am looking for honest men", he repeats, "And women, as it happens. I observe, I study and I watch. I'm the mute scribe of what is and what will be. Any problem I have caused you - you've no one but your pawn to blame. My future interference with your actions depend on… Kaylee… and her willingness to not use her powers on me."

Adam leans back in his seat for a few moments as he considers Diogenes. His head tilts to the side for a moment again and he says, "I'm sure that Kaylee will be reasonable in her restraint. From what I understand, you were a bit of a bulldog in your approach, I'm not sure that I blame her for what she's done so far." he pauses a moment, "But I'm sure, now that we've talked and have all found reason, we can avoid such unpleasantness in the future." he turns to Kaylee, "Right?" then turns back to Diogenes, "So, what is it you're looking for honest people for?"

There is a smirk at Dio, before Kaylee glances at Adam. She gives that simple one word question a thought and then shrugs. "Yeah. Not planning to do it again." Eyes glances back at Dio and her head slowly follows. "It was a reflex action. Won't happen again unless Adam so orders it." That said she pulls back to lean back in her chair to listen.

Diogenes scoffs lightly, his smile turning into a wide smirk. "I am harsh and brash", he keenly admits, "that is correct. But a bulldog?.. Seldom." The last word is accompanied by a subtle shake of his head. He goes on to say, "Things with Tuck were somewhat mishandled, yes, but what was the real cause of it? There is an ancient proverb. 'For want of a nail, the shoe was lost. For want of a shoe, the horse was lost. For want of a horse, the rider was lost. For want of a rider, the battle was lost. For want of a battle, the kingdom was lost. And all of this… for the want of a horshoe nail.'" Slowly, he leans forward, placing both hands on the table. "I am not here to poke at and blame, you must understand. I simply do not like people messing with my mind, quite like you don't like people messing with you in general." He looks to Kaylee. "Honest people interest me. They're like dinosaurs. They're extinct."

Adam mms, "Well. I think this has all been on large misunderstanding that we can assume at an end. Now we can all be friends or…" he shrugs, "Acquaintances." he tilts his head a moment, "This way, we not need worry about further transgressions, yes?" he tilts his head towards Diogenes, "And I can assume I no longer have to concern myself with finding you?"

Kaylee's expression is amused as she listens to him, a brow arching at his words. "Honest people? They don't exsist, your right." Fingers of one hand taps on the table as she continues. "Some people might act honest, but I imagine that doesn't last too long. Not in this world, in this day and age. Human nature really." Her attention goes back to Adam. "Well, there shouldn't be anymore problems from me on the subject. Diogenes?" She actually got his name right this time.

"I prefer not to be found. I'll make sure that you have little reason to look for me." Diogenes lets gravity pull him back to the chair, his hands sliding off the table to land on his lap. "Acquaintances? Perhaps", he muses, restraining certain jests that no doubt would inspire hostility or at the very least mistrust. "I have to say", he suddenly chirps, "You're a real friendly sort. Emptied the bar just for me, so we could have this conversation. It's like you knew I hate crowds." Both of his hands spring up, and land unto the table swiftly. "No problems on this end. Now, am I free to go, or am I in for a secret bullet in the back?" He doesn't seem to fuel the discussion regarding human nature. They were no longer enemies with Kaylee - but they weren't friends as far as this man was concerned, either.

Adam smiles, "Oh, don't be so cynical, Diogenes. I only wanted to make sure we could have this conversation in private. You're free to go as you always were." he says as he leans back thoughtfully. "I hope we can rely on this talk to fuel all our future endeavors."

Kaylee doesn't say anything more, just gives him a lop-sided smile and lifts a hand to wiggle fingers at him in farewell. When Dio is out of hearing she whispers. "Thanks, Adam." Glancing at her boss, she gives him a soft smile. "I mean it."

"Were I not this cynical, would I have chosen such a crappy name purely to reflect my position?" The chair is pushed aside, and Diogenes rises to his feet. Surprisingly, he's gentlemanly enough to push the chair towards the table once he side-steps, following the finer aspects of manners and etiquette. "Perhaps one day, our goals will be shared, and we will be allies", he ponders aloud, digging his hands into his pockets, "But I hope not. I don't trust people enough to look for allies among them." With a nod, he would venture outside of the bar. And once outside, he'd roll his eyes and shake his head, disgusted with himself. What a pretentious facade he's put up…

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