"I can. One condition." He have her something resembling a smile. "If you could be a little nicer, that would be lovely. I like to think that Asgard is a happy place. My goal is for Lani to be happy. I can not….I am immortal. Even if I wished for such, I can not give her what others like you could. I will set up a room for you and set up a meeting."
Ripley chewed upon her tongue quietly, considering his request before nodding. She could play nice, which mean shutting up, which she wasn’t very good at but she would try if it mean getting to see Lani for at least a short time. “Thanks.”
"I am also assuming that you probably do not wish to leave now. At least until you see her. Or maybe more." He looked up at her, leaning on one leg. "Should I set up a room for you?"
Her eyes drop again and she turns once more, as she’d done so many times before, to study the gardens and he friend within them. “I would be eternally grateful if you were to manage that.”
"You are quite the sassy one," he commented, sipping on his own wine. "That is quite sufficient. You are free to ask me questions though I promise you I am not all that interesting. Forgive me, but you’ll understand my caution when it comes to Lani."
“I’m not certain that is sufficient enough an explanation to describe me.” Sassy. She grants a small nod but folds her arms over her chest, carefully gripping the glass whilst she studied Fandral. What she needed to know about him, she assumed, she could tell from how he looked at her, how he studied and spoke. “I understand your caution, yes, and I am appreciative of it.”
"All true. Still tells me very little about yourself except that you know her somewhat intimately. Again. What about yourself? What would she know about you?"
”Again, what wouldn’t she know about me?” Ripley’s brows furrowed further. She hated speaking about herself so spur of the moment without knowing anything about her would-be savior. Taking a small sip of the wine, her eyes go back to the open window before finally settling upon Fandral. “Ripley Eden Dahl, twenty-three standard human years, five foot two, one hundred and eighteen-ish pounds, naturally blond, gray-blue eyes with a minor green flecking in the left due to a head injury. I tinker, I play violin, I’m a certified nurse, my ego is through the fucking roof, every other word I say is generall a curse, I enjoy hunting more than anything, I’m barren but want children. The list goes on.”
Fandral rolled his eyes. He stepped back, grabbed a bottle of wine, uncorked it, poured two glasses, and handed her one. “You will have to do better than that, milady. Lani. How do you know her? What would she know about you?”
She turned to watch him, brows furrowing again faintly as he worked the bottle open and poured the liquid into a pair of glasses, the second handed to her. Ripley regards the alcohol for a moment before lifting her eyes once more, steely and analytically. “How don’t I know her is the easier question to answer.” Ripley all but murmurs. “I met her in college, urhm. School. I know that she is a hard worker with a bad leg, has issues sitting still for more than two seconds, is fiercely loyal and would never hurt a thing.”
"See, she’s fine," he said, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms. "She’s become a very dear friend of mine. Why don’t you tell me more about who you are and I can arrange a meeting. I want to make sure your story checks out before you meet her. You could be anyone."
Ripley continued to study Lani from where she stood, well aware of her proximity with Fandral, well aware of how far from Lani she stood. There is a quiet sigh and a small shake of her head. “I’m not anyone dangerous enough for you to worry about vetting.” Not completely correct, Ripley was deadly accurate with a medical background and aggression issues. “Ripley Dahl; I’m a nurse.” It’s about as much as she can give because the rest of her isn’t all too interesting.
"I assume that you know her. Strange, as she stated that no one would miss her upon Earth." He shrugged. "Do you wish to change and see her or see her now?" He hoped that his offer would show that he was not cruel, just firm, and touchy about a few…
Ripley listened to him, hoping that he was right but assuming Lani simply hadn’t remembered her. Never the less, when he motioned her onward to the window she went and she looked out over the scenery, searching the garden for Lani and Ruslan. When she did see them, Ripley relaxed just enough to provide a slight smile, how she had missed them.
"I assume that you know her. Strange, as she stated that no one would miss her upon Earth." He shrugged. "Do you wish to change and see her or see her now?" He hoped that his offer would show that he was not cruel, just firm, and touchy about a few subjects. Afterall, if she was interested in Lani, perhaps she would wish to stay. It would be good for Lani to have a friend her own kind and age.
Those words stung more than she suspected her mention of his sexual proclivities might have. Lani should have known that she would be missed by at least Ripley if not the entire time she worked with. Her eyes remain down and with an uneasy brush of fingers over her arm, Ripley nods. Again, she has no intent to speak again lest she say something else wrong and be refused that one privilege to see her friend before she is whisked away.
"She’s fine, she’s safe, she’s my friend, actually, and I’d appreciate it if you’d take about two steps back. If you do not believe me, I can take you to her." He sighed. "The same thing happened to her. One of the princes found her so she’s here as his personal companion. But no sex. I realize that is odd. But he’s an odd one."
Ripley does as he asks, her brow remaining wrinkled despite his confirmation of her well being. Chewing her tongue, the blond keeps herself quiet, realizing that if she did piss him off anymore than she had already, he likely would not permit her to see Lani. Dropping stormy, steely eyes, Ripley nods and again unfolds her arms. As long as she’s happy.
”I know,” he said coolly. “Which is why I do not approach the subject around people I do not know in case they are upset by it. A little common sense and respect for boundaries goes a long way around here. And this is coming from the village whore, myself.” He sighed and muttered, “Lani never put me through this.” He shook his head. “I’m not forcing anything. You just do not seem grateful. You do not seem to like me and you do not seem to want to be here or help me at all. If anything, you are forcing yourself into this deal and miserably at that. So, I shall end your misery and put you back on Earth. I will walk you there to make sure you do not fall off the bridge to the BiFrost. The last time someone fell off that, an entire city on Midgard was destroyed.”
“So then you do not speak, assuming any word that passes through your lips is going to offend someone?” Ripley did not walk on eggshells, she stepped on toes with steel-toed boots. It had always been her way. Her brows knit sharply at the mention of her dear friend, all other thoughts going to the wind immediately after. “Lani?” Her Lani that had gone missing some time ago? There was a very small gap between them and a look that could kill upon the blond’s face. “Leilani Kekauoha?” Never mind leaving, not yet at least. She needed to be certain he friend was safe, well.