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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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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."

She nibbles on the corner of the sandwich. For some reason, Diarmuid manages to make even simple foods taste good.

"I would say he has a reason for his hunger this time. Do not press him too had."

"Of course, of course, but his mouth is full now. It's the best time to tease," Dia grins and then points at her sandwich. "You have reason too, so eat. I'm the one who has the bird nickname not you so you had better not start eating like one." He turns back into the kitchen to pour himself some tea and then comes back to the bar though he shows no sign of taking any food for himself.

"And what about you?" Set asks as he picks up a second sandwich from the pile. "You need to eat as well."

"I'm fine. It's you two who did the hard work," Dia smiles and holds up his mug. "All I did was run my mouth. This is sufficient."

"You did as much as I did. He would not have consented to anything if you were not there."

Cu Chulainn was correct. Diarmuid was indeed too serious.

"And besides, you spent all that effort restraining the Beast before now. You are the one who is most in need of celebration.]

Dia smiles and shakes his head, "I just did what was needed to protect what I care about. Everyone makes it sound like it's such a big deal. Why is that? I can't understand it. If someone you cared about needed help, wouldn't you do the same?"

"The thing is, Babe, that most people these days don't," Set holds a sandwich out to Dia who reluctantly takes it and starts to eat. "And they certainly don't go to the extent that you do. I suppose that is why there are so few modern heroes."

"I would help, but I could probably not help the way you could."

Bazett looks down at her hands.

"After all, there are very few people who can truly help another emotionally. I am impressed at how you managed to do it for such a long period of time."

Dia shakes his head, "I don't know why people think it is so hard. I really don't. For me doing these kinds of things is as natural as breathing. It is how I was raised. It's how I lived."

"Well, no one said you were normal, Babe," Set reaches up and ruffles Dia's hair fondly. "I would say you are a much better person than most people. Aengus raised a good man. It's really time you accepted that."

Her hands wrap tight around the cup. She knows that Diarmuid is being modest. But it still frustrates her to hear him talk about his emotional fortitude like it was a simple matter.

She would never have been able to comfort another, no matter how hard she tried. She doubts that she could have his patience or his gentle nature, even if she did fall in love with anyone. In the end, she was an existence only fit for battle.

"Yes, it is as Cu Chulainn says. You have a rare skill in that area."

Perhaps if either of them listen hard, they can hear the bitterness in her voice.

Dia does notice the tone of her voice and when he sees Set is about to make a joke having totally missed it, he raises his hand to quiet his lover.

"What's wrong, Bazett? You sound upset. I said something wrong, didn't I? I'm sorry."

"It is fine. I am...simply thinking about myself. Perhaps I am being jealous again."

Though this time, her jealousy arises from a completely different subject.

"Jealous? Of what?" Dia is genuinely confused as to why she would be jealous. "I'm afraid I don't understand."

Set nods for a moment as if suddenly understanding what he missed only moments before, "Babe, you keep blowing off your good traits as if they are nothing when really the are extraordinary even to other Heroic Spirits. Most people don't take to emotions like you do. Hell, I know I don't. I'm going to guess she doesn't either."

Instead of replying, she just lowers her head and crosses her legs, making herself look as small as she can without curling up into a ball. Even though it is true, it is still embarrassing to hear someone say it in public. Especially if that someone was a hero that she was currently infatuated with.

Dia blinks a couple of times turning Set's words and her reaction over in his head, then he blushes, "R-really? But..."

"No buts, it's true," Set cuts him off before he can form some kind of denial. "Not only have you been dealing with my emotions, but The Beast's as well. Then there are all of your own issues you've been working though and you still are trying to reach out to others? Most people would have been crushed under the weight of just one of those things let alone all of them! You need to take more pride in what you do, Babe!"

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