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Taming The Beast?!?

The room is plain and fairly empty. A few hours before, it had been a small study, but Set and Dia have cleared all of that stuff out and made it a much more fitting arena to face The Beast in. After all, he is going to be violent enough when he realizes what they are going to try to do to him. It probably isn't a good idea to give him access to anything that could be used as ammo.

Dia watches as Set paces around the room checking the various wards that he placed on it when they moved in. They aren't anything special--just a few detection runes--but they were never meant to do anything like keeping The Beast in check. The Beast himself has seen to it that Set can't do anything like that. That is why Bazett is stopping by. She doesn't have to try and work around The Beast to do her work; she can just do it.

Set flops down into a cross-legged sit in the middle of the floor and sighs, "I think that's it until she comes. Hopefully, it won't be too long. I think he's starting to wonder. I'm trying to distance myself, but..."

Dia nods, fingering the capped needle in his hand, "I'm really sorry about this. I hate having to do it."

"Don't be, it has to be done and this is the safest way. Just promise me something," Set gives him a hard look. "Make sure you make the most of this. You need to talk to him. I doubt he's going to let us get away with this very often. Heck, maybe not ever again. This might be the only chance we get."

"I-I know," Dia's voice wavers a moment and then he steadies himself. "I am preparing myself. It's going to hurt, but hopefully it will be the first step toward making it so it doesn't hurt so much anymore."

Set smirks and motions for Dia to come and sit with him. When Dia joins him, he wraps his arms around his lover, "That's my Baby! You have no idea how good it makes me feel to hear you say that."

Dia blushes slightly, but doesn't reply. Instead, they wait for Bazett to again make her way into their home.

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Set nods to acknowledge her hand, but doesn't take it, "Thanks, but I think I'll stay sitting for the moment. Still shaking off all of the grogginess from the switch. Aside from the geis, I can sense the runes you put on him still. Not bad, Lass. Not bad at all."

Dia sits up and fixes Set with a worried look, "Are you sure you are okay with all this? I mean,,,,"

Set reaches out and covers Dia's mouth with his hand to quiet him, "It's fine. This is definitely one geis I'm glad to take."

With another order, she disperses the binding runes.

"You will still be able to fight. As long as Diarmuid does not interfere. I believe with the help of the geis, he would be able easily restrain the Beast should it ever attack an innocent."

Set nods, "Like I said, Lass. You're good at this. I bet Scathach would have loved to have you as a student."

"If nothing else she wouldn't end up finding her sleeping with her daughter, now would she?" Dia can't help but smirk. He's still unsure about all of this, but if everyone else was okay with it, then it wouldn't do him any good to continue to worry.

Set looks at him for a moment, a little surprised to hear such a joke from his lover and then starts laughing, "Oh, I don't know. We don't know how the Lass swings now do we? We shouldn't make assumptions."

Her face turns almost completely red.

"S-stop it. I know that my runic magic can likely never match yours. And even if Scathach were still around to take me as her pupil, I have no desire to sleep with her daughter!"

Set laughs again, "It was a joke, Lass. Neither of us expected that you would. We're just trying to lighten things up a bit after all that. Even well behaved, The Beast is a downer. However," Set's eyes twinkle as he winks at her. "If you are interested, I could always see about giving you some lessons. You seem to have plenty of potential. You just need practice."

"I wonder," Dia smirks softly. "Do you think she might have eventually made it to the Throne? Of course, she would have had to die first and that is the hard part."

A look that is a mix of horror, curiosity, and maybe even a little excitement crosses Set's face, "Oh wouldn't that be something. If she showed up here..."

"Forgive me for asking a personal question, but why do you not expect Scathach to be part of the Throne?"

There were so many conflicting legends about that female hero. Some said she was a goddess, others just a very well-learned human warrior. But none of the legends had ever spoken of her end.

"You usually have to die to become a heroic spirit, right Lass?" There is a momentary flash of pain across his face--as if a memory he didn't like had passed by and then been pushed very quickly away, "That was something she never could quite figure out. We tried pretty hard to find a way too."

When Set trails off, Dia picks up to add in a few details, "She was a very skilled mortal, Bazett. Some people would say almost too skilled. The stories say when she realized she was becoming more than mortal because of that skill and her legend, she began seeking a way to die as a mortal. It was all she wished for. Unfortunately, but the time she started looking, it was already too late. Even her greatest pupil couldn't grant her wish."

"Sorry."

She mutters. It must have been a horrible thing for Cu Chulainn to see his teacher in that state.

"The Shattering released all heroes, correct? If she somehow died in the future, even if she lives in the modern day, she should be here in some form."

It is bad attempt at comforting him, and she knows it.

"Don't worry so much, Lass. She kicked my ass hard after that. Obviously, I was a poor student if I couldn't even kill one person," Set smiles to let her know that while there is a bitter edge to the memories, he still enjoys thinking about them. "Just think, Lass. If she is out there somewhere, she could teach you and Dia how to keep me in line!"

"What makes you think she won't be kicking my ass as well, Set?" Dia asks, smirk back on his face. "She may think me as much of a lost cause as you."

"That...is a tempting suggestion."

Of course, there's the chance that Scathach might kick Bazett's ass too.

"But I already specialize in kicking ass."

Set rubs at his cheek remembering just how well she could kick asses, "No one is doubting that, Lass. Maybe you should be teaching Dia how to keep me in line better, hmmm? I'm trouble," He winks at her, "and we all know it."

"You can be good when you want to," Dia lightly punches Set's shoulder. "You just never want to."

"True, true, and I won't even blame The Beast for it, I just like having fun. We all know that," Set finally stands up and pulls Dia to his feet along with him. "Speaking of trouble, I can't drink, but what about you two? After all of that, a drink sounds really good. Wait, do we even have anything in the house after..."

Dia pauses for a moment, then shakes his head, "No, removing temptation remember?"

"Shit, well so much for that idea..."

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"To be fair, I would rather prefer some coffee."

She has grown a bit fatigued from her prana expenditure and wants to raise her energy.

"Do you think we could do a toast with that?"

Dia nods with a smile, "I managed to get the kitchen back into working order and even picked up some coffee. I think we could easy do that. Shall we go downstairs?"

"Ladies first," Set makes an exaggerated bow, motioning for Bazett to go ahead of them.

Dia bops him upside the head, "Don't think I don't see what you are doing. I really don't think she wants you looking at her butt the whole way."

Set stands back up and rubs his head, wincing in mock pain, "Baby, you hurt me! Surely, you really don't think me so crass!"

Dia raises an eyebrow at him, "Do I?"

"Ahhh, meanie," Set looks to Bazett with a hurt look on his face. It is kind of ruined by the twinkling in his eyes, "Lass, you should be defending my honor here!"

"Uh..."

She is not quite sure how to respond.

"I am sure that he is not that crass. Even if he acts that way at times. You know him better than I do, Diarmuid. Perhaps you should trust him more. Also, I do not believe he needs more than one butt to look at."

"See!" Set steps to Bazett's side and drops an arm around her shoulders, "She understands. And how do you know it wasn't your butt I wanted to look at, hmm? She goes first, you go next and I get a nice eye full."

Dia blushes and turns toward the door. He's still not good at teasing and Set is almost always able to turn it back on him, "Fine, whatever. Now I'm going first. When you are done discussing how crass you really are, I will be in the kitchen with tea and coffee." And before Set can say anything else smart, Dia slips from the room.

Set watches him go and shakes his head, "I really don't know how he manages to keep that little bit of innocence around me, but he does. I suppose I won't complain, though. It's cute." He looks down at her with a big smile, "Shall we go, Lass?"

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"Given his love spot, I suppose he has experience with resisting temptation."

She gives him a small smile in return.

"Yes, we should."

However, she remains still, as if challenging him to go first so she would not be the one displaying her figure to him.

"Oh, he does," Set laces his fingers behind his head and starts out of the room and down the stairs. "I wish he would resist a little less sometimes. I'm not some wilting flower infatuated by that spot." He glaces back at Bazett over his shoulder, "He doesn't have to be a good boy around me. I would much rather he wasn't. He needs to relax sometimes."

"Perhaps he can now that the Beast will behave."

She starts following him out. She is almost embarrassed to admit that at first, she had thought his love caused by the spot.

Set notices her slight hesitation and turns back to her once they reach the bottom of the stairs, "Something bothering you, Lass? Was that a little too personal again? He and I, we're pretty open with each other when it comes to affection and that stays the same when others are around as you've noticed." He pauses and then laughs, "Well, I'm pretty open. He just barely puts up with me being so."

She stiffens.

"N-no, it is nothing. I just remembered a past misconception. It was...something very silly."

'Oh?" Set raises an eyebrow at her sudden and rather extreme reaction. "Nothing usually doesn't cause such a strong reaction. What exa--" His voice drops off and he sniffs the air. After a moment, his face breaks into a large smile, "That's not just coffee! That's mint hot chocolate! Woot!" Set turns with an expression more suited to a child on his face and dashes off into the kitchen.

Mentally, she thanks Dia for the distraction.

As she continues to the kitchen, the smell gets stronger. A tiny growl sounds in her stomach. Her meal in the morning had been some cheap instant food (again). Somehow, smelling home-made foods was actually making her hungry.

By the time Bazett reaches the kitchen, Set is seated at the bar with a large mug in his hands happily drinking. Next to him is an equally large mug with some coffee in it. Dia himself has his back to them and is busy tending not only to the pots with the drinks, but also some food that can't quite been seen from the bar area.

Considering the disaster the kitchen was the last time Bazett saw it, it's pretty impressive that a guy with only one arm is keeping so much going and not burning anything down when it was a guy with two perfectly functional ones who had made such a mess of it in the first place.

"Have a seat, Bazett," Dia calls from over his shoulder. "I went ahead and poured you some of the coffee. If you would like something else, though, just let me know. I thought a little food wouldn't hurt after all the energy that we expended."

"Just the coffee for now, please."

She has to marvel at how perfectly efficient Diarmuid is. Even with one arm, everything look better and neater than that time with Cu Chulainn.

She picks up the mug and smells the thick scent. It was very different from her usual fare. So different that she hesitates to call it coffee. It is not until she takes a little taste that she can call it coffee...and pretty good coffee at that.

"Good ain't it?" Set leans toward her after seeing her expression, "I'm not sure what exactly he does, but that is a hell of a lot better than normal coffee. He won't tell me either." Set almost seems to pout a moment before letting it go, "Ah well, this is better than that even with his magic worked on it. He's grilling up some sandwiches. Nothing fancy, but it tastes good anyway and looks a lot better than anything I make. I'm starting to think cooking is one of the class traits his picked up from Saber. Whatcha think?"

"I think you're full of it," Dia turns toward them and sets a plate of sandwiches between them. "Or about to be full of it anyway. Eat and leave her in peace, would you?"

"Never!" Set grins and grabs a sandwich off the pile. Instead of saying anything else, though, he proceeds to make the sandwich disappear just as fast as he can.

Dia grabs a sandwich and hands it to Bazett, "Best get started before he inhales it all."

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