5427/Do NOT Go In There.

Do NOT Go In There.
Date of Scene:	24 September 2018
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Ash Williams, Ekaterina Vespucci

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Ash Williams has posed:
Sometimes, a guy just wants to park his trailer in a dark alleyway and find a drink. Is that too much for a hero to ask? Whether or not Ash asks it every night, it still seems a reasonable thing to get, and he's just excused himself from the bar with an unsavoury wink to a barmaid and a suggestion about 'not putting something in his drink' before he went to the bathroom.

He emerges, a few minutes later, looking a little worse for wair. Hair a mess, a little sweaty, a few buttons missing from his shirt and a gash down one arm. What's more, his robotic hand isn't on, anymore, but there's an impromptu sack made from some torn clothing that's holding something that looks wet and metallic in nature. A cough, made as he closes the door, and pulls just hard enough on the handle to cause it to seperate from the bar within, before he clears his throat and announces.

"Uh, hey. Anyone who wants to use the Men's room? It's out of order. Also, guys, take my word for it - A mexican breakfast is a bad idea." A pat of his boydle, before he makes his way back towards the bar

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
It is at about this time that Ekaterina Vespucci enters the bar she converges with Ash as he makes his way towards the counter. "Boy you look quite the worse for wear - were you in a fight or soemthing?" Ash might recognise this girl from the other night. The young owner of Aeterna. She's small with large cornflower blue eyes and an angelic face presently marked with concern.

Ash Williams has posed:
"Something like that." Ash responds with a non-commital shrug, dragging another barstool over to rest his bagged and damp gauntlet on it. "I wouldn't worry about it too much. What's in there is staying in there." Reaching into his breast pocket, he withdraws a few more crumpled notes, "It's kind of my thing. Go to the bathroom, ruin a bathroom. At least they've still got bourbon." He looks at the waitress pointedly, and then the money, before downing the drink he left here.

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"I'll have the same as this fine gentleman here," Kat says scoring herself a Bourbon as well. "You have the look of someone who has seen alot of conflict," Kat says, "I know - I employ alot of exmilitary in my security firm."

Ash Williams has posed:
"Hell yeah I've seen conflict." The self-professed hero of time asserts, couching his new drink in his remaining hand. "Not the military kind. Well, kind of the military kind. There was the knights thing. And I've led an army, driven a tank." He runs a hand through his dyed-yet-still-greying hair, "I guess that makes me military enough. My old man though, he did the military thing proper, didn't do much to stop evil turning his brain pan flat as a quarter."

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"Evil did that to him? That's a little abstract?" Kat sips her drink. "If you want to see evil you really would have to take a good look at my family. We are all rotten. Though some are less bad." She probably means herself there. "I'm Kat," she introduces herself perhaps again.

Ash Williams has posed:
Ash shrugs. "Alright. A Kandarian Demon possessed my car and killed him." The man then summarises with an open gesture, "'Evil.' I'm sure your folks aren't all that bad, I mean, you can do bad things and still be kind of a good person. Like my old man." A chuckle, and a healthy mouthful of alcohol follows.

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"In vino veritas," Kat says. "Well let me put it this way. I have an older sister who is an immortal psychic vampire with who has been around since before the dawn of human history some 20000 years roughly. She enjoys pain and inflicting it on others. I have two older brothers one of whom despite being younger than my olders sister is almost as potent. He is on a mission to end and remake the world in his image. I have another older brother who tried to kill me some time ago and is presently running a genocide in Africa as a warlord - he is of a similar age to my older sister. As for me well in the background I've been responsible for innumerable catastrophes through history. Even though I am well meaning. But isn't it the outcome that matters?" Kat sips her drink. "You probably don't bewlieve me. But like I said we're all bad."

Ash Williams has posed:
"Huh. Sounds like your family tree is a little bit overdue for some pruning. Hope you don't mind if I stay out of it, far as I know I'm prophesised to jam a chainsaw halfway up Kandar the Destroyer's ass, didn't say much about vampires and warlords so unless I'm obliged I don't really get involved." Ash spins his bourbon for a moment, before he adds, "You know, with all the crap I've had to go through in the last *cough*fifty*cough* years, I can't really go mouthing off about what is and isn't possible. See, turns out the universe is stupid complicated, and time's even /more/ stupid. So," His glass raised. "To Evil, and all the nightmares it's given us."

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"It surely is - unfortunately the immortal part of the condition of my family members is more immortalish that other immortals. We really can't be killed except by eachother. And if it came down to it I am the weakest and the least worst. I figure I'd be the first to go." Kat looks at Ash, "Kandar the Destroyer? Who is that?"

Ash Williams has posed:
Ash chuckles, "Now /that/ sucks. See, Kandar the Destroyer is sort of the biggest manifestation of the Kandarian Demon. Skyscraper sized, ugly, fire-breathing sucker. Last time I shot it in the face with this fancy knife I taped to a tank shell." The former quarterback notes. "Of course that didn't kill it, but it sent it back to that weird hell it came from for a bit. These days I just drift about cleaning up after it whenever it comes at me." A pause. "So there's like, something special about you that makes them vulnerable or what?"

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"Ouch well that sounds messy - skyscraper size you say?" Kat thinks about Ash's question, "Something special I guess. Just a result of nature rolling the dice too many times. It does give alot of us unimaginable hubris. Apart from me. Runt of the litter you see."

Ash Williams has posed:
"Y'know, you're family is starting to sound maybe like someone I'm looking for. See, this whole thing with the Kandarian Demon apparently started when some 'Dark Ones' thought it'd be a neat idea to write down some evil mumbo jumbo in a book. And, as someone who spent a /lot/ of time trying to kill one, turns out they're really only able to kill eachother, 'cos they're part-demon." An oversimplification to say the least. "But, y'know, apparently if I'd just stabbed /her/ with the fancy knife it would have done the trick. You sure none of your family have some kind of weird dagger thing going on?" And Ash shows the depth and breadth of his subtlety.

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"We're mutants not demons - but it wouldn't surprise me if one of us had something to do with your predicament. Not me of course," Kat qualifies. "I haven't been around all that long. In relative terms." She's a sweet looking little creature. Now looking a little haunted and perhaps a might miserable talking about her ostensibly insurmountable problems. "I'm pretty sure there are no magic knives that would work."

Ash Williams has posed:
"You sure?" Ash suggests, "I've tried it on a bunch of evil things and it always works swell. Doesn't do bagels very well though, unless there's nothing else clean in the trailer." Another mouthful of bourbon follows, and a shrug. "Ah, don't let it dwell on ya. You'll think of something."

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"Bagels? You use your magic knife to make your food?" Kat asks, "That can't be hygenic?" As for the question of her family, "Well it's got to weigh on someone. May as well be Artifice as they call me in some circles."

Ash Williams has posed:
"I wipe it first. And only if there's nothing else I can use. Can't spread Jam worth a damn." Ash chuckles softly, "Listen, you can't take the whole weight of the world on your shoulders all day every day just because you're the only one that's supposed to do something about it." Best advice ever, and it's chased with the last of his bourbon, and an added. "And there's my last ten bucks gone. You buying, or wanna continue this conversation back in the Delta? I've got some cheap hooch somewhere in there."

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"You inviting me to your trailer?" Kay asks locking him with those large cornflower blue eyes. She smiles sweetly. "I can shout. I'm kinda rich you know," Kat boasts with a wink. "Bartender - lets get some top shelf stuff. Wild Turkey 101 good?"

Ash Williams has posed:
"Well, if you're gonna insist I have to." Ash shakes his head, as if he's blaming her for this. "Jeez, you meet a nice girl, she's cute, wealthy, but it turns out she's got this weird immortal evil family. Typical. I'll drink anything though, so we might as well stay here for a bit."

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
Kat crinkles her nose as the drinks are served and she pays. "So you think I'm cute?" she asks. She's playing a bit with poor Ash. She clinks her glass against his.

Ash Williams has posed:
Ash laughs outright, "Hell yeah I think you're cute. Probably a little too cute to be spending time with someone thr-twice your age, but cute." The paid for drink is met with a nod to his host before they clink, and he takes a strong mouthful of expensive bourbon as if it were rotgut. He really doesn't seem to pay attention to the difference in flavour.

Ekaterina Vespucci has posed:
"Don't sell yourself short old guy," Kat finishes her drink. "Unfortunately I have to rush back to work," Kat does give Ash a peck on the cheek before she goes. "Stay safe hunter."