Owner	Pose
Raissa	It was the weekend and Raissa didn't work those. Though she did have a visit to make to Connor. She wanted to visit with the other Immortal and see if she could pick his brain about a few pieces that had just came in to the MET restoration department. The dark haired woman is dressed in well tailored slacks, a red blouse and her long black coat. She is currently looking around the place, greeted by a young blonde. "Hello, I was looking for Mister Macleod?" she asks. There's a shake of the womans head behind the counter, "Mister Macleod isn't in right now, but I can help if you like!" she offers.
Byron	It's rare for a limo to be seen in Yonkers, yet one pulls up out front of RusselL Nash antiques shortly after Raissa enters. The back door open and a man jumps out with a cane and a bottle of scotch, he ducks back inside, "You can take the car back to the city Harold, I'm visiting an old friend, might be awhile," he calls to whomever Herold was before closing the car door and... The sense hits him, that tingling down his spine that told him another of his kind was here. There was no shock there, or move to the sword hidden in his long coat, just a smile as he steps quickly to the door of the shop and throws it wide. "Connor!" he exclaims only to find someone else entirely inside.
Lucius Primus	Lucius Primus enters the Antique shop as well.. the bell ringing to the new arrival. The other two are paid little heed for the moment, he got a task at hand. He heard about this place from some of the local collectors and it supposedly has some recently affordable items for being such old artifacts. He was probably going to see if the owner might be willing to have auction of an item for the shelter. He wouldn't mind having something himself but.. probably be more then what he makes in a month to buy something.     He makes his way along the presentation cases, looking down within them. He seems to be window shopping for the moment.
Raissa	Raissa looks a bit startled when someone throws the door open and shouts for Connor. She gives him a bit of an owlish blink, "Connor's not in per the lass behind the counter." she seems a bit amused all of the sudden when she senses another Immortal. Not hard to figure it out! She offers a hand in greeting, "I'm Raissa Basarab." she introduces herself. Then there's a look to Lucius before back to Byron, "Is he with you?" she asks him. Her accent is distinct, but hard to place.
Byron	Byron takes in Raissa with a look and a grin spreads across his face. "Damn," he says, his accent both posh and British. "Owed him a bottle of Scotch, thought I'd pay up now that I'm back in town," he says holding up the bottle in his hand, it's Macallan 1926, a very good year. "But if we can find some glasses, we'll just have to enjoy it without him." Byron takes the offered hand and turns it if there's no resistance from Raissa kissng the air above her knuckles before looking up at her cheekily. "Charmed," he says. "I'm Byron," with the pregnant pause that follows as though he expects his fame to proceed him, either as the premier English poet of the 1800's or by his current status as a rock star. Standing straight, he glances at Lucius, "Can't say that he is, but always room for more in our little party," he says before spying the shopgirl and says, "You there, beautiful creature, I know your boss has to have a few glasses worthy of this bottle around, how about you grab four of them and come join us," he says as he starts to open the bottle. "You, too," he says to Lucius, "Come join us for a little taste."
Raissa	"As in Lord Byron?" Rai's eyebrow quirks as she asks that quietly. She doesn't know the rock persona! She did know of the poet though. When he rearranges the greeting there's a soft smile, "Very charmed." she tells him. "Connor could probably use another bottle. He was using it the other day for Superman." she tells him. Then those green eyes turn to regard Lucius in a curious way. She didn't get that tingly sense from him, so that was less of a threat. "Hi, I'm Raissa." she greets him. Then she watches Rylea wander off to find glasses. She was probably used to strange requests!
Byron	Byron, glances towards Lucius before he answers the question, "The very same," he smiles his attention fixed entirely on Raissa befoe he lets go of her hand. "And why wouldn't you be," he offers glibly. "I'm me," he adds with a wink, to soften the egocentricity of the statement a little. "Well, he's going to have to find another one, I plan on drinking this to the last dram." he declares as he unwraps and removes the lid. Though the mention of Superman seems to slow Byron's manic energy some. "Nasty business that, wrote my first real poem in years in commemoration of him and the Bat. Sad business really."
Lucius Primus	Lucius Primus seems to be invited over to the two, he does indeed wander over, "Looking for antiques... or a place to drink." noticing the liquor, "Collecting some old stuff indeed." He looks between the two, "I guess antique collectors yourselves? I heard of this place figured I'd take a look. I run a charity and was wondering if Mr. Nash was interested in helping out."
Raissa	Raissa gives a bit of a chuckle, "I'm sure you've got enough ladies trailing after you in this city." she tells him. Then she gives a laugh, "We'll get him a new bottle sometime, yes." she muses. Then she sobers, "Yes, it was. I feel a bit of sorrow at the loss of him." she admits. Then she looks to Lucius again, "You could say that, yes. I like to collect a number of things that are antique." she smiles to that. "You'll have to ask him when he's in. Hopefully he'll be back soon." she offers.
Byron	Byron has the grace to smile as he admits, "True, and I would say 'yes, but none like you', but it seems it's time to put that talk aside," he says. "Thankfully flirting is not my only vice, and so let us happily move on to this one instead," he says with a nod to the bottle. When Rylea returns with the glasses, Byron thanks her, and begins to pour. "Very sad," he agrees of Superman. "It's rare to find someone so selfless." Lucius is met with a look, "Ah, here for a cause are you?" he asks. "My money manager is being an absolute beast about my spending, but I do have a couple of old swords rattling around I could part with if that'd help your shelter some. Do seem to keep finding more," he adds with a slight grin to Raissa as if sharing some private joke. "What sort of work does your shelter do..." he leaves pregnant pause for Lucius to supply his name.
Lucius Primus	Lucius Primus says, "Sorry, forgive me." he clears his throat, "Lucius Primus, New Hope Shelter, we're an equal opportunity shelter that believes that mutants and humans should both be able to thrive. We do job training and counseling. I actual even teach some classes myself. I'm sort of a jack of all trades sort of fellow." He then raises an eyebrow, "Swords? Well, I have an interest in them as well. I keep a decent personal collection myself... maybe if the shelter ever in dire straights I would give them up but... it would need to be dire.""
Raissa	Raissa gives a smile to Byron, but doesn't comment on the 'like you' line. She does lean against the counter while alcohol is poured, though she looks to Lucius, "Charity? Now that is something I'd like to hear about." she admits.
Byron	Byron turns to Lucius nodding at the description of his shelter and the work that it's done. "Well it's good you look out for the less fortunate, no matter what's in their DNA, it's not as though the mutants raised their hands and volunteered to be mutants," he sighs at the barbarity of it and caps the bottle. "Well, you're welcome to a few of my old swords if you'd think they'd fetch any money. Moving my things here from out west but they should be along shortly," he pulls a card from his pocket, "Ring me and my people any time and we can set things up." "Yes, I'd love to hear more too, but first a toast." He hands out the drinks, and then raises his cup, "To life, may it be long and well-lived!" he declares then down the glass, pulling a face as the sweet burn of the liquid hits him. "By god, that's good stuff.'
Lucius Primus	Lucius Primus takes a sip, he hmms a bit swishing it around, the burn seems to bother him little, "Definitely spent the money on the drink. I just hope I don't need to pay for it myself." he smirks as he finishes the glass as well, "Well, it is delicious though." He places the glass down, "I think most have not been given much of a chance to improve themselves, they are stuck in a society that is stagnant when it comes to mobility from the bottom of the ladder. They can't be cheap labor forever, so I offer them to learn the trades, find them jobs."