Characters involved are: Bart (RED), Khiea (ORANGE), Brin (GREEN), Luka (BLUE), Sigurd (INDIGO),
Logged by Brin

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Sigurd (OOC) says, "I will."
Luka has arrived.
Luka (OOC) says, "Arigatou gozaimasu, Sig..."
Luka (OOC) says, "How are the both of you doing? ^^"
Luka (OOC) brought cider icly for Sigurd...
Well that trip to Dazil certainly ended in an interresting manner. What had started out as one of Sigurd's rare times alone had evolved into something certainly interesting. 3 ex-Elements, 2 (possibly 3) Elements, and one sad little Ether-weapon, and nothing violet occured. A strange time indeed. But at least Hyuga, Khiea, and even Jessie were safe here in the base. At least until Bart found out, then he could only hope his young charge wouldn't do something stupid. Thus he pondered as Sigurd sat at one of the scattered tables, sipping tea that had long since cooled.
Sigurd (OOC) mutters about bad opening poses that make little sense. "Hello, Luka, good timing, we just started."
Luka (OOC) bows and waves to all.
Politeness dictates that Luka not wear the blazing green gem of the Gebler out in the open while walking inside the base. Not because she will be barred--the guards are known to her, her to them, and she navigates the walkways with her eyes half-closed and relaxed--but because it is... -polite-. Certainly she could have come for any number of reasons on business. But the bundle tucked under her arm attests to at least a slight wish for a break from the hectic pace of Solaris... a pace which has become even worse with the rumors from Jasper and the Ezekiel. Palming the door open, Luka brushes a strand of hair from her cheek as she enters, still touched with the desert's dust.
As the door of the hall opens with its familiar hissing, one more troubled soul enters the quiet of the hall. Brin scratches at his head as he stiffly, almost hurriedly crosses the floor to the counter. He begins to regain his composure after he has downed a glass of water at once, and pants lightly. As he turns, and surveys the hall, a dark stain is visible all down the sleeve of his robe, and he pats it even now. He lays his eyes on Sigurd, and begins to slowly make his way toward the one person in this hall he feels can help him now.
Luka (OOC) says, "Ouch... good thing there's at least one healer in the house."
At the hissing of the metal door opening twice in quick succession, Sigurd looks up, out of curiosity, and the recognition of Luka even before he sees her. A nod given to the Solarian that walks so freely among the desert pirates, before his gaze is drawn to Brin and the distress he senses within as he aproaches. "What troubles you?" Soft, patient, his tone gentle as it ever was, drawing on whatever remainer of calm there was to any situation, spare the rare times when Sigurd himself was the one stirred up, his gaze momentarily flickering to the stain, then to the man's eyes once more with friendly concern.
Brin (OOC) asks, "I assume we're staying S L B, yes?"
Luka (OOC) nods.
Distinctive even before the doors had opened, the Doctor must have been--who else walks about with a mind thrown into overdrive and yet ever polished into mirror's light? Luka delivers a half-smile in her wave of a greeting, rare for its presence before conversation had opened the first gambits. But not wishing to demand attention--she can settle in here as easily as if she were a pirate, after all--Luka calls out nothing as she crosses the floor to meet with Sigurd and the Etone. The stain, after all, garners her attention. For a moment green eyes narrow and her nostrils flare, as if the scent of blood were familiar enough that she expected it to rise upon the air past the atmosphere of the dining hall. "I see..." is all that is murmered in a voice tossed low and light for now.
Brin draws up to the table Sigurd is at. He stands there for a moment, and notes Sigurd's glance at his robes. Indicating the stain, he shakes his head. "Not mine, I assure you.". He glances at the woman who has entered the hall, yet turns to Sigurd again. He muses "Yes. I must get this cleaned at some stage...". He looks down at Sigurd again. "Oh, I do apologise. May I sit down?". Even in such an awkward siuation as he percieves this to be, it is not in Brin's nature to forget his manners.
Luka (OOC) likes Etones very much.
Brin (OOC) grins. "Good good!"
Sigurd (OOC) says, "We are a well mannered little group in a base of pirates o_o Odd."
Luka (OOC) hopes the Etones like her. Not that anyone should wonder why Luka walks around with Erine now and then...
Brin (OOC) asks, "Now where's that spitoon?"
Luka (OOC) says, "Maison turned it into the potted plant."
Brin (OOC) says, "Dag-nabbit."
Sigurd (OOC) falls over and gives up trying to pose seriously until he's not laughing so hard.
Brin (OOC) has to learn to stop doing that.
Sigurd nods and gestures quietly to the chairs around the table. Please sit, both of you. I'll see if I can't have Maison deal with that stain, if you wish, Brin." To not extend an offer as such would merely be rude to his guest from the Ethos, despite his lack of respect for the oranization in general. It was just another proof, as Luka was, that just because the group deserved no respect, the occational individual from that group did. A lesson some people had yet to learn. "You don't mind, do you?" Politely directed to the Etone, he glances meaningfully to the Doctor. As valuable as her opinion could be, if this was a private manner, it would stay as such at Brin's request.
Sigurd (OOC) blinks and puts a quotation mark in front of the 'Please sit' part......
Sigurd (OOC) is awake, honest.
Brin (OOC) says, "_we_ believe you."
"I can do that... I should, too, before the stain sets." Practicality, at least... Luka sets her burlap-wrapped bundle upon the table gently, wandering to the sinks to fill a bowl of water. "Whichever you feel most comfortable with, Father..." A hint in her voice almost makes the title odd, but more at the nature of the word than the addressing of it. Luka certainly shows no sign of awkwardness at standing within the desert base next to the Yggdrasil's Second and an Etone. The latter, though, has logical reason attached. The Doctor respects the lands in which she walks, and meets Sigurd's look with one of her own... calm, accepting, and not bothered by the prospect of being asked to step away as soon as she had arrived.
Brin glances over at the woman, not sure wether he should ask or not. Not knowing who she is, and not having seen her about before, his face betrays nothing, neither recognition, trust, distrust, nothing. He turns to Sigurd. "If you believe this person to be trustworthy, then so, also, do I". As the woman then speaks, he turns and faces her fully. "Well...I, I would hate to impose. I'm sure..." he turns to Sigurd, almost in deperation as to what to do. o 0 ( ...Oh my. I'm being frightfully rude... ) As the woman walks to the sink, he gives in "Well, this is...quite extraordinarily kind of you, I must thank you for this..." he peels off the robe, and folds it over his arm, as he hands it to the woman. "Humblest thanks..."
Brin (OOC) runs off to tea. Should be back before it's his turn again.
Luka (OOC) envies tea.
Luka (OOC) can actually simply step out of the conversation to be polite and be in the corner washing the robe... since she must disappear for an hour or two.
The arching of a single, silver brow was the only real reaction, spare a slight curve of Sigurd's lips as an amused smile tugs at the events unfolding before him. "I find her trustworthy indeed." A quiet reassurance as the tall First Mate sits back in his chair, teacup abandoned on its saucer in favor of folding his arms over his stomach, legs already crossed at the ankle beneath the table. Patience was probably the defining factor of his personality, it seemed, or perhaps it was just the understanding he had of others, but this was not the time to be pondering one's base motivation of various personality aspects. Rather, it was time to wait and listen, his attention already caught and thus easily held throughout even the most tedious of polite exchanges.
Brin (OOC) says, "apologies. Back now."
Sigurd (OOC) will most likely be about when she returns. Unless the evil rodent plaguing his room eats him.
Luka (OOC) paints Sigurd to look like a hunk of Swiss, and poses.
Luka (OOC) says, "Scratch that... I can be on for another hour."
Brin (OOC) woohoos.
"You need not worry, Brin." Then a soft cough of a laugh from Luka's lips at Sigurd's reply, delivered as friends between friends. Or, at least, between those who can depend on one another to obey their given standards. And was that not trust? Answer nothing about allies, contradict naught, and Luka takes the bloodied robe from Brin over one arm. The Etone has the conversational floor for now. Returning to the nearest sink--and still within hearing range, for the movement back was for ease of cleaning and not to depart--she finds a cloth within her jacket and begins to scrub. It was surprising how useful past knowledge could be at the oddest times. As long as the stain had not stayed for days, it should leave no trace.
Brin follows up the handing over of his robe with a slight look of concern, as if not being comfortable with imposing, despite this total stranger's words to the contrary. He turns back toward Sigurd, and takes the seat this time. "Sorry to impose..." he says again to Sigurd, as if once again arbitrating his almost crippling timidness with strangers through Sigurd. "It's just, there was an...unpleasantness back in Dazil. I fear Joseph knows where I go these days when not in Dazil...." he pauses, clears his throat for some time, and continues. "That is, he may have known for some time. Perhaps all the time...". He looks down at the table. "I aplogise, I...I should have been more careful...". More careful? Had Brin been more careful, he would have never left the base, let alone know anyone beyond Sigurd, and the other few frequenters of the base. Being more careful then he had been would be...difficult.
Luka (OOC) points out that her very presence here... oh, yes. She is not wearing the uniform. "I wonder what -that- would have caused..."
Luka (OOC) grins.
Sigurd (OOC) chuckles at her. "You just enjoy causing trouble."
Brin (OOC) is ICly about ready to flee from anything remotely Solarian.
Brin (OOC) says, "Present company excluded, of course :)"
Sigurd has disconnected.
Sigurd has connected.
Sigurd (OOC) bites his connection.
Luka (OOC) causes no trouble.
A look of almost irritation crosses Sigurd's expression, but it is not directed toward any in the room. Rather, toward the man, if one would classify that greasy rat as human, mentioned. "Joseph? Why am I not surprised. That disgusting creature takes entirely too much pleasure in tormenting others." Oh, was that a touch of anger in his tone? Subdued, yes, but it gaze an edge to his tone and sharpened his faint accent just the slightest bit, as any strong emotion tended to do. But the utterance of anger was short lived, easily overlooked if one chose to do as such, replaced with a faint chuckle. "So he knows you're affiliated with the 'rebels', hmn? Don't be sorry, at least you were free to roam the city for what little time you had. You were careful enough, just unlucky is all. There is no blame in that." But just being discovered? What big deal was that... "What happened that resulted in that stain?" Direct, when needed, evasive when convenient, but now was not the time to dance around subjects and
... play games.
Back turned away and mind ever held to a purity that hums unruffled, Luka's faint smile may go unnoticed for the little that it does not stir. As tempting as it is to add something... well, she does not wish to intrude upon Sigurd's train of thought, but the Solarian does mention loud enough to carry, "If you are known to be one with the rebels... your immunity of the cloth should cover you. Unless Joseph wishes to take up issue with the Ethos." Ah, smugness now apparent, allowed to color the latter part of her voice and her thoughts. It would not be the first time that Joseph had let a purported rebel strut about. But... what -did- occur, then, to create this rubied stain that now runs like salmon's flesh between her fingers and turns her cloth dark? Inelegant. Very, very... inelegant.
Brin frowns lightly, partly from thinking back to the almost uncaring attitude of that animal in the bar, and partly due to the use of the word 'affiliated'. It seems that even treating rebels as anything apart from vermin these days counted as collaboration. Brin's attempt at impartiality was only succeeding inside his own head, it seems. "No, I don't think Jospeh is openly hostile toward me. I expect I can still go to Dazil. However, he's now of the opinion that I wish to kill him. Dangerous, and paranoid...". He looks up at Sigurd. "Someone in the bar shot the bartender. He's dead, I'm afraid. No thanks to that...man, Joseph..." he restrains himself from being anything but mundanely descriptive, controlling the deep revulsion he feels. "He appeared not to care. I know, being a soldier, that one gains a certain impartiality. But this was different...". He rests his chin one one hand. "He truly did not care..."
Brin (OOC) drools. Long poses gooood.
Sigurd (OOC) sweatdrops. "Let us try to stay below the pose filter, however." Glances pointedly at Luka. "My brain is barely functioning as it is."
Luka (OOC) gets pointedly glanced at?
Luka (OOC) is wounded! Ala!
Sigurd nods slowly, his gaze drifting to the teacup sitting so innocently on the table before him... and he silently grumbles about the lack of cider anywhere about. Oh, it doesn't show on his expression, of course, it was just a passing thought after all. "No, he doesn't care. The man has no heart." No mention of the bartender's untimely death, spare an inclanation of his head at the first mention of it. It was sobering news, to be sure, and he hated hearing of death, but what was he to do? It was over and done with... And frankly his own experience with Joseph's... disrespect of the dead had him unnerved slightly in memory of it. "Regardless, I'm glad he didn't become hostile toward you. As Luka mentioned, your status as an Etone in itself protects you. Messing with the Ethos is not something that would be wise on Joseph's behalf. Paranoia, however, is something I've seen myself in him." No mention why, nor did he care to. He would like to attempt to keep all refference of Solaris out of this.
The Ethos... even after being repaired, even after scandal and strife--the institution was hardly to be trifled with of late on its own virtue. Let alone the contacts it held. "Although... I would wish that the point not be made to Joseph that he should not cause a fuss with a holy man." Regret tinges the Doctor's voice in a... is that a wish for a lack of conflict? Imagine that, from a Solarian. Or be not surprised, if one had a decent head upon their shoulders. "I brought a few things with me, if anyone is hungry," she adds in a somewhat more cheerful tone of voice, turning her head a fraction to nod at the bundle upon the table. Then it is back to washing.
Luka (OOC) needs to run... pleads apologies and assumptions that she is washing Brin's cloak?
Sigurd (OOC) nods. "Of course."
Brin (OOC) nods.
Luka (OOC) says, "Thank you... *gets mildly fretted over the Public discussion* Goodness, I hope I don't act snobby..."
Luka (OOC) snickers at herself. "Then again, if I have to ask? Gomen, ne... I'll be back in a few hours. Thanks for the RP!"
Brin nods slowly. "It's...hard to think of someone who truly does not care about such things...", he looks up, directly at Sigurd. "Which leads me to a small favour I must ask. Might you be able to furnish me with a firearm I can use, until, if ever, I regain mine from Joseph..."... he sheepishly looks down at the table. "I'm afraid I overestimated him, and offered to hand in my pistol. He didn't buy into the point I was trying to make, and now he has my firearm. Normally, it might not be an issue, but tensions seem to be at a high point lately..." He looks up at Sigurd, a contrite look on his face this time.
Bart has arrived.
Bart (OOC) waves
Bart (OOC) says, "The elseMU* stuff's all done."
Brin (OOC) nods. "Hello"
A blink, and Sigurd nearly laughs at the irony. Had not he just ran into his old friend the night before, who's son was also an Etone? This talk of guns just suddenly spurred him into old memories of a half drunk Jesiah attempting to teach -him- to use such an... impersonal weapon. A faint smile flitted across his expression, then he shook it off and offered an appologetic glance. "Forgive me, old memories choose the strangest triggers and times to surface. A weapon should not be something too difficult to select for you. We have enough for the combatant crew, and a few more, you may take your pick. They are stored near the docks, if you would like me to accomany you there later." Ever the host, sometimes too much so.
Sigurd (OOC) wavies to Bart.
Bart (OOC) rewaves ^_^
Brin clasps his hands together. "Excellent, thank you. This will hopefully be only a temporary arrangement..." He stares off into space, his face not its usual calm facade. Anyone would think he intended to enforce the temporary nature of the loan. Nothing could be further from the truth. "Of course, that is up to wether I can convince Joseph to return mine to me. However, I'm not confident...".
Sigurd (OOC) asks, "Want to jump in, Young Master?"
Bart (OOC) says, "Sure thing, i'll let a couple rounds go by and see what's happening first though."
Sigurd (OOC) nods. "Luka's at the sink washing off a bloodstain from Brin's jacket tho... I think..."
Sigurd (OOC) says, "She just had to go for a bit."
Brin (OOC) nods. Not sure when she'll be back, though.
Bart (OOC) nods, "Ok."
Sigurd studies the Etone's expression quietly, but his thoughts were distant, and completely off topic. When he finally drags his train of thought back onto the rails, he blinks and unfolds one arm to reach and grab the handle of his teacup to lift it to his lips and sip the, now cold, liquid. His gaze drops to it as he swirls the tea in its ceramic container, pausing yet another moment to carefully choose his words. "I will accompany you to reposess your firearm from Joseph, if you desire. He seems to have at least some -vague- sense of respect, or at least fear, for me. Perhaps the both of us could convince him."
Brin stares down at the arrangement of his hands on the table in front of him. They are clenched in fists; which is remarkably unlike him. "I...that is, if you wish. I don't fancy my...chances against him, having a garrison of soldiers in the town. But, perhaps. If only so that I can return your weapon to you...". He ponders Sigurd's words. "He did mention you once or twice...Almost as if he barely knew you. although, he may have known who I was at that time. I don't know...".
Brin (OOC) says, "BRB. Tea."
Bart (OOC) nods.
"He knows me. -- Quite a bit more about me that I am comfortable with." Sigurd adds, a sigh escaping as he set his cup once more on the saucer. Hot tea was standable. Luke warm tea was just plain bad, and hardly a replacement for his addiction. To him at least... But beverages were just different tasting liquids, what matter was it what kind he consumed. Tea was probably better for him than cider, particularly since Maison picked it out. But, damnit, it wasn't the same! Ahem. Don't mind him, silly thoughts never surfacing, threatening to once more derail his train of thought, only barely keeping his further responce in a logical parameter. "Joseph may have soldiers, but incompitant ones at best. And returning the weapon you will be borrowing is not my goal. Nor should it be yours. Rather, your own weapon should be that goal."
Brin (OOC) exclaims, "Back. I have peanuts!"
Sigurd (OOC) whimpers as his tummy rumbles and runs upstairs to get food.
Brin nods earnestly. "Of course. To be honest, it's probably my fault he has it, hubris on my part, I fear. Of course, if you wish to aid me in that, I'll be very grateful.".
Brin (OOC) exclaims, "No! Short pose! Unclean!"
Sigurd (OOC) asks, "Bart pose now?"
Sigurd (OOC) is running out of material here, and doubts everyone wants to read more cider-rants.... ^^
Brin (OOC) whatevers.
Sigurd (OOC) erks and BRBs again to rescue his cat.
Brin (OOC) prods Bart a bit.
Sigurd (OOC) prods too.
Bart (OOC) says, "That page lagged the HELL out of my computer >_<."
Bart (OOC) exclaims, "I couldn't do anything!"
Sigurd (OOC) chuckles.
Bart (OOC) O_Os at the responses suddenly coming by the poses.
Bart (OOC) asks, "Don't you love it when the comp finally catches up with itself, and EVERYTHING comes up at once X_x?"
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Ayup..."
Bart (OOC) says, "Now, alright, i'll read these and pose, now that I can ^^;"
Bart heads into the dining hall, "Hey Sig! Hey Brin!" he says upon sight of the two, "I've been meaning to talk to you for a while!" he runs over to the table, and nods at the two of them. "Do you mind, or should I wait a while to tell you this?" he asks. He seems a bit excited about this, but he could also be hiding resentment or something. You never know.
Brin (OOC) doesn't think he has met Bart IC yet.
Bart (OOC) asks, "I guess not ^^;. I wouldn't know, you joined when we had old bart I think, right?"
Brin (OOC) nods. Let's just say sigurd mentioned me. It's not like the base is crawling with Etones.
Bart (OOC) nods, "Got it ^^"
Sigurd seemed about to say something more, but then the whirlwind of energy that was his young charge desided to show up, and he bit back his words in favor of letting the boy speak. Finally, he offers a faint smile, one that had a warmth to it that he spared to no one, spare Bart.. and Citan, if there was ever a time recently that they were smiling at one another. "Good evening, Young Master, what a pleasant mood you seem to be in tonight." Perhaps he could be hiding things under the excitement, and he could hide it from Brin, but not from an empath. Not from the man who practically raised him. "It must be something indeed if you're pausing to ask permission to tell. Brin and I were just about done, I believe, so do tell." A sidelong glance to Brin for confirmation.. he didn't want to be rude.
Brin glances up at the tense ball of energy that stands over him, and then to Sigurd. Remembering the original description given him all that time ago, and noticing the matching eyepatches, he smiles. "You must be Bart. I've been meaning to meet you eventually..." he looks back to Sigurd, then to Bart. "Please, continue.".
Bart nods at Brin, "I've been wanting to meet you too," he says. "But I was thinking about something, recently. First off, I wanna get this out of the way," he looks at Sig, "Er...why's -she-, here?" he sweatdrops. He's heard that a psychotic woman who thinks she's a princess is in the base. There's only ONE person he knows who fits that description. Khiea is unnerving to be around for him, especially since the recent developments.
Sigurd sighs. He knew that one was coming.... "Khiea is in a very... bad mental state. From what I can gather from Hyuga, Krelian all out rejected her. She needs somewhere that can offer stability." He hesitates and finally looks up at his charge, where he'd been looking at his cup before. "I know it is perhaps not the best idea to bring her here, considering past... events. However, she and Hyu are both in no condition to be wandering. They will either get themselves hurt, or hurt others in the process. Is that a sufficient explanation, Young Master? I know you and Khiea don't get along, but...."
Brin looks at Sigurd, one eyebrow raising. "Khiea is here?..." he asks suddenly. o 0 ( ...how interesting. I must meet her at some stage... ).
Sigurd (OOC) falls over.
Bart (OOC) X_x
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Speak of the devil..."
Bart (OOC) growls >_<. I wish this didn't come up.
Brin (OOC) says, "You could always just ignore me and get onto what you were about to say. Or was Khi being here all you had to say? :)"
Anna wakes up.
Bart (OOC) says, "No, it's not you guys, my mom's just asking me to find a file on her comp >_<."
Bart (OOC) says, "It's annoying me, cause she doesen't remember where she put it."
Sigurd (OOC) chuckles and reads stuff at HCW while he waits.
Luka has connected.
Luka (OOC) blinks and reappears.
Brin (OOC) waves!
Luka (OOC) asks, "Didn't mean to interrupt. ^^ Is this a new scene?"
Anna (OOC) has a seizure-- Luka's actually on!
Brin (OOC) says, "Nope, same one."
Luka (OOC) says, "I'm on... a lot."
Luka (OOC) says, "Should I just come back from the back of the hall with a clean and dry robe? ^^;;"
Brin (OOC) says, "Once we kick Bart into posing, yes."
Bart (OOC) FINALLY, "My mom gave up on it."
Anna (OOC) says, "... ... .... ...oh."
Sigurd (OOC) chuckles.
Sigurd (OOC) says, "Aa, Bart's turn, then Luka can pose and come back."
Bart (OOC) cracks his knuckles.
Bart blinks, "Bad terms? She used to want to KILL me? Now she's giving me presents! Do you realize how this has made me feel?" he looks at Sig and sighs. "Awkward is only partially describing that," he shrugs. "So Krelian outright rejected her now? I didn't see that coming..."
Khiea has arrived.
Khiea (OOC) blinks.
Khiea (OOC) says, "Wow, I found something! Amazing. ^_^"
Sigurd (OOC) waves.
Bart (OOC) wavewaves
Khiea (OOC) waves. ^_^
Well. If the robe was not already clean, it certainly is now. Let not a poorly done job of washing cause a stain to remain! Luka returns quietly from the back of the hall, a dried robe over one arm as she absently folds the now-stained cleaning rag into her pocket for disposal later. Seeing Bart, she but... blinks and makes nary a comment back to the conversation. The Doctor glances about for Brin's presence instead.
Luka (OOC) poses poorly and passes the buck.
Luka (OOC) waves.
Brin (OOC) gets confused about order now. Is Khi joining?
Khiea (OOC) leaps at Luka, "Gah! I haven't seen you since the evil stuff happened. ;_;"
Khiea (OOC) says, "If no one would mind, I woudln't mind a scene. ^_^"
Luka (OOC) gets leaped at and thrown into a table. "Ow."
Sigurd (OOC) asks, "One more round, then let Khiea go after Luka, so she knows what's going on. Sound good?"
Brin (OOC) asks, "Okay. So, me?"
Sigurd (OOC) nods.
Khiea (OOC) nods, "Sounds great!"
Brin , having almost forgotten this act of kindness during his conversations with Sigurd, pulls back his chair, and stands to thank the woman approaching. "I really must thank you for this, it really was not necessary...". Feeling frightfully rude again, he blushes slightly, and does the honours. "Brin Gaisce, Etone. At your service." He gives a slight nod of the head as he holds the cleaner version of his robe by the collar, letting its full length fall to the ground, revealing in the place of the stain...nothing. "Excellent. Thenk you again..." He sweeps the robe around him, and is suddenly wearing it, and smiles what he hopes is his most polite smile.
A quiet sigh accompanies the rugged patience Sigurd has for his charge's mini-rant. "Yes, Young Master, I am very aware how that made you feel. I am an empath, after all." Bad joke, but what was one to do? Dealing with Bart was like dealing with Fire... And he'd had plenty of practice with both, thank you. But instead of an immediate answer, he turned his gaze to Luka and Brin's exchange calmly, maddeningly so, perhaps, rather than give his full attention to Bart. "As I said, it is only what I picked up from Hyuga, and he was only half conscious at that point." A stern gaze was lifted to his charge as blue met blue, silently signalling that topic was not one he cared to discuss in just about the most public place in the hideout. "Now what was it you wanted to tell me. Or was that it, Young Master?"
Bart sweatdrops as Luka comes in the room. She's pretty familiar, is what immediately comes to his mind (remember, Bart never recognized Luka as Luka during that RP, in fact, he thought the lady was Senchei [see one of Khi's logs to understand, I think it's the Deusmas one]). He forgets this for the moment and nods at her, as if nothings happening. His gaze moves to Sigurd again. "Now, that wasn't -exactly- what I wanted to say, but it was one of the things. "I have an idea, despite all the disturbing stuff lately, about Jasper. It MIGHT be a plan, but I wanna see if it's ok with you first."
Luka (OOC) turns into Senchei? ^^;
Bart (OOC) says, "As I said, it's in one of Khi's logs. Bart saw Senchei with Khi, and since he didn't quite recognize you in that RP, he assumed Sen was the lady with Khi in the singing one."
Luka (OOC) dresses up as Senchei and goes to frighten Dominia.
Khiea (OOC) says, "Wow. That's a lot of assumption."
Luka (OOC) says, "No, it makes sense. ^^"
Only a lingering smile to the fact of the introduction, Luka giving the robe over without further comment. Her eyes watch the fit of the robe once it is in place--it is a curious look, much like a proud parent or guardian... a shadow of the same light in her eyes when she would approve of one of Khiea's productions. "It was my honor," she replies, the answer almost lost as she turns away at the same time and finds a seat at the table. Perhaps the other reason that she is familiar is precisely the same as why she seems to be at such ease here in the base... Luka has visited here on more than one occasion, after all. Hearing touches of the conversation, she immedietly asks softly, "Is this a bad time for me to visit?"
Sigurd (OOC) says, "This is Bart we're talking about, Khi..."
Khiea (OOC) takes back her comment, then, "Never mind!"
Bart (OOC) sweatdrops.
Confusing base. Confusing world. Or perhaps... Perhaps nothing makes sense at all. Can a dreamer put her hand firmly on reality, after all? Can mourners find their way through peace? So perhaps it is only to be expected that Khiea, unable to dream her nightmares eternally, finds herself wandering through the base. And to a room? She remembers this place, once, when days were brighter. And so, as she stumbles in, tired and fatigued and worn a million ways, neglective to the world but drawn by the sounds of voices and voices by her too lonely mind, she merely casts a curious gaze up to the room. People? Yes, people accompany voices. People.. And she but skims those distant, empty eyes over the room, not wishing to disturb. And yet.. And yet. Her gaze finds someone to lock onto, as she stares but silently at Luka.
Khiea (OOC) beats that pose with a stick.
Brin (OOC) asks, "So, Bn S Bt L K then?"
Bart (OOC) patpats Khi
Bart (OOC) agrees with that order.
Luka (OOC) nods.
Anna (OOC) gasps. "A... pose order? O_o" (BTW leave me out, right now I have no RP signifigance ^_^;;;)
Brin shakes the sleeves of his robe, making it drop into its former, comfortable position as he turns, and sees...someone he barely recognises now. Physically, she seems similar, but somehow, the expression, the demeanour, the -aura-, seems different. His stare breaks off suddenly, and he is back at the table, taking a seat beside Luka, not saying a word all the while.
Sigurd shakes his head quietly as Luka aproaches. "No, don't worry about it." Then he adds, to Bart. "I would very much like to discuss with you later, in depth, what you've come up with. Not something too radical, I hope." Knowing Bart it would involve a lot of those name-sake missiles of his... But, knowing him even better, he could safely assume the boy just might have come up with a decent idea that wouldn't get the lot of them killed. And then, there was that hydraulic hiss of the doors that drew his attention, but not as much at the raw emotion that hit him like a truckload of bricks now that he wasn't distracted by his charge, his gaze lingering on the forlorn girl in the gaping doorway that seemed just as hollow and empty as the look in her eyes. Too much pain for one so young still, a ghost of a concerned frown passing over his expression before he tore his gaze away and looked back up to Bart, one word murmured under his breath, one he used far too often with the boy. "Behave."
"Later? Bah, I have to go write it down now!" he proceeds to search for a sheet of paper or something. Maison, knowing pretty much what's coming next, holds out a sheet of paper and a pencil he found on another table. "Is this what you were looking for, Young Master?" Bart nods and grabs it, starting to write his strategy down. Maison then goes back to being a shadow in the night, that was once RPed by the same person. "There!" if he's done writing that, it can't be -that- good an idea...can it? ^_^;;;;;;;;;. "Ok, now!" he stuffs the paper in his pocket and looks at Luka. "A bad time? No, nothing's happening, at the moment," he says. "Er...just to ask...who are you?" he'd like to wonder why the woman feels familiar, when his minds so off in another place he can't recognize her...
Luka (OOC) is... MIANG.
Sigurd (OOC) HIDES!
Anna (OOC) screams
Khiea (OOC) snickers at the 'That was once RPed by the same person' comment in Bart's pose.
Khiea (OOC) snickers at Luka.
Bart (OOC) SCREAMS and faints.
Luka (OOC) exclaims, "Ask not who... but -what-!"
Khiea (OOC) exclaims, "Santa!"
Sigurd (OOC) falls over giggling at the mental image of Bart shrieking like a little girl and passing out....
Luka (OOC) screams and hides from Krelian.
Khiea (OOC) says, "Must.. Kill..."
Brin (OOC) goes off to register allevilnanotechnologistsmustdie.com
Bart (OOC) AFKs a moment.
Khiea (OOC) nods.
A steady look by Luka to Bart... allowing a moment to go by, and then another, which much the expression on the doctor's face as one who is rechecking the question she just heard. "Bartholomew, my name is Luka. Luka Kalval." Regular bringer of cider to Sigurd, visitor to the base, and mild watcher of several of the young man's tempers. Well, better to be forgotten than to be remembered. Luka politely checks the supplies she had brought to see if any tea was still left. Yet the sound of the door and the conversation going silent alerts her to a presence she should be more aware of than not. First a glance, and then her eyes fix entirely upon the young girl she had last seen released to Citan's care. "Khiea...?" she murmers after a long minute. Carefully, she holds up her empty hands above her lap, a greeting and offering both. "How have you been?"
Bart (OOC) returns/.
Waking or asleep, either way, either way. There somehow is no difference between them, now. Spare.. One thing. For Khiea blinks at the sound of her name, eyes widening as she notices Luka. For.. There was one difference. In dreaming, she never, ever saw Luka. And in all the familiar, but yet strange people.. It takes her a moment more of staring at Luka before she turns her gaze once more. So many glances upon her, momentary and concerned and... Almost guiltily, she turns her gaze back to Luka. And with that, the once-princess walks towards Luka, steps awkward and uneased, if just.. That she looks less upset by her presence than anyone else. Worry that they fear. Worry that they look upset. But wonder at Miss Luka. Khiea walks like a sleepwalker, steps slow and awkward, as if always but ready to fall.. But she stops short a few steps away from Luka, some distress rising in those eyes, choking her to a stop, "Miss... Luka? You don't exist..." And its true. So many dreams she's caught
... and never one of Luka's. Fate is strange, sometimes. A pause, and then so weakly, so wearily, she notes, "I've been dead. Have you not heard?"
Khiea (OOC) watches that pose have no organization or flow. Dubs it in.. 'Stream of conciousness' writing. Cackles.
Sigurd (OOC) grumbles and has to idle for a while... if it gets to his turn and he's not back yet, skip him, he's just watching anyway.
Brin turns in his seat, and listens to Khiea, as she progresses slowly, almost ghost-like, across the hall. His concern at her state increases somewhat, or seems to, as betrayed by his raised eyebrow, which twitches, and he regards her as she speaks. And the words...don't make any sense. At least, not in the sense that most adults might. Oblivious to what has happened, or why she is here, he speaks. "Miss Khiea?..." he cocks his head sideways, and watches her expression. "Miss Khiea, are you all right?".
Brin (OOC) patpats Khiea. All his poses are just thumped out as he thinks of them. Think of those lazier then you, and their inferior posing!
Khiea (OOC) bah's. No one has poses that are inferior to hers. Hers make no sense, and thus don't qualify as english.
Metatron (OOC) contradicts this.
Brin (OOC) exclaims, "Yeah? Well my poses are worse time a million!"
Khiea (OOC) screams.
Khiea (OOC) exclaims, "Never! My poses suck!"
Bart (OOC) says, "No they don't :p"
Brin (OOC) exclaims, "Mine suck more!"
Khiea (OOC) exclaims, "Nu-uh!"
Brin (OOC) exclaims, "Mine suck more times a hundred!"
Khiea (OOC) exclaims, "Yeah, well mine suck... Times... Times infinity!"
Bart (OOC) jumps up on the ceiling.
Khiea (OOC) peers.
Bart (OOC) declares himself the ceiling lord.
Khiea (OOC) edges away... Slowly...
Bart (OOC) orders all those on the ceiling to OBEY HIS WILL.
Khiea (OOC) finds the Bart-sized fly swatter.
Khiea (OOC) asks, "Bart, is it your pose?"
Bart (OOC) says, "Anope, Sig's."
Khiea (OOC) says, "Are we waiting for him to unidle, then? ^_^"
Brin (OOC) says, "skip skip skip."
Bart (OOC) ?
Khiea (OOC) says, "He said to skip him if he wasn't back.. But.. I dunno. ^_^"
Brin (OOC) says, "Sig said to skip him if he's not back. I say we do :)"
Brin (OOC) exclaims, "Someone pose! Ahjaskdasdkjhseuuyru!"
"I don't--oh, Khiea, you know that I do not... dream." Let that uneasy explanation hide away all the illogic of it all, that no yawning mind waits here to enter into even a distant sleep. Hide the pleasantly blank spot where Luka sits, and ignore empathy's report of her almost never-changing mood. "Come now... would you like some hot chocolate?" Painfully familiar that tone is, warmer than ever Luka has held her voice in this desert base... harking back to lazy days inside the safety of fluffy pillows and luxurious breakfasts. Luka has never demanded Khiea to form some sort of sense with her words, and so it is with a nod and mild blink of a set of pale green eyes that the girl's statements are accepted. "I have heard. Would you like to sit down?"
Brin (OOC) says, "Oh. Oops :)"
Luka (OOC) says, "Sorry... had it queued up for a while. ^^"
Luka (OOC) says, "Accidently hit the enter... good timing though. Sigh.."
Bart (OOC) is multitasking too much -.-
Khiea (OOC) kicks Bart, "Then stop!"
Luka (OOC) laughs. "Sorry, Bart!"
Bart (OOC) asks, "PLEASE skip me awhile, wont you?"
Bart (OOC) says, "I need to resolve this."
Khiea (OOC) apologizes.
Khiea (OOC) says, "I'm sorry. Go ahead, then. ^_^"
Luka (OOC) shakes her head. "Sorry again, Bart."
Brin (OOC) asks, "So, is it Khiea now?"
Khiea merely.. Stares.. Shaking her head in protest to Luka's offer. Too much warmth, too much kindness... It hurts. It reminds, too much, of what.. She lost. What she lost in an instant, in but a single phrase, only a few small days ago. It hurts. And, simply, she turns away, full away, from Luka, placing her palms over her eyes weakly, if but to cry.. But while she shudders, shudders as if to sob... But she does not. So many, many tears have fallen.. And it has come to the point in which she can shed no more. It is merely a gesture, now. Empty as her eyes, "No thank you.... I do not feel well..." And she rocks, in her steps, hands still over her eyes, just the slightest shift from heel to toe, heel to toe, "How could I be well, Mister Brin... When I have lost everything?" Just a quiet squeak of a voice. Do not trouble to speak louder. For quiet, whimpered murmerings are too much as it is.
Khiea (OOC) says, "Too many elipsies..."
Brin sits back in his chair gently. Such words, being as always from Khiea the simple words of a child, bear literal meaning. No metaphor shrouds what has actually happened, as an adult would describe it. He thinks, even with the happy facade, how sad he thinks she must have felt, even in her happier state when he met her all that time ago. The words this time bear literal meaning. She has lost -everything-. Something to say escapes the young Etone, as he opens his mouth, and a voice like an automaton utters "I...I'm...sorry...". The words almost burn as they come out, as words like 'sorry', or any words at a time like this, feel empty an inadequate. He looks into Khiea's eyes, and for a second, a small tear forms in the corner of his won eye, before it is brushed away.
Brin (OOC) sniffles.
Khiea has disconnected.
Luka (OOC) blinks.
Brin (OOC) says, "nyikesie."
Luka (OOC) hopes it's her connection...
Bart (OOC) blinks, "Khi's been booted?"
Brin (OOC) says, "Peh. Peh, and double-peh."
Khiea has connected.
Bart (OOC) welcomes Khi back!
Khiea (OOC) screams and leaps at her computer, "It made funny noises at me and then locked up!"
Luka (OOC) smiles. "Welcome back."
Khiea (OOC) beats her computer with a baseball bat.
Brin (OOC) gacks. You miss anything?
Khiea (OOC) says, "Ahem. (x_x) I got Brin's pose last. ^_^"
Brin (OOC) says, "Ah. Didnt miss anything, then."
Khiea has disconnected.
Brin (OOC) says, "Dearie me."
Bart (OOC) ;_;
Bart (OOC) says, "Um..."
Luka (OOC) wonders... if Khiea will come back.
Khiea has connected.
Luka (OOC) nods.
Bart (OOC) exclaims, "Khi!"
Khiea (OOC) SCREAMS. (x_x) "It did it AGAIN!" Throws her computer out the freaking WINDOW.
Brin (OOC) claps. Tickety-boo.
Khiea (OOC) pants. (x_x) "Hello."
Bart (OOC) asks, "So who's pose?"
Khiea (OOC) is afraid to open AIM, now, lest her computer crash again.
Anna falls asleep.
Bart (OOC) patpats Khi ;_;
Brin (OOC) says, "Um, sigurd, then Bart."
Bart (OOC) asks, "But Sig is AFK, right?"
Brin (OOC) nods.
Bart (OOC) nods and poses.
Bart shrugs, wordless as he watches this conversation which seemingly left him behind. "My head hurts," he finally says, for a moment. He sighs, and looks at Khiea, for a moment. "It has hurt, ever since this whole Ft.Jasper thing started. I don't understand Khiea, and you, Miss Luka...," he makes a pained expression. "This is all too much, really. Maybe I don't have the patience to handle cases like Khiea's, maybe i've just got a short attention span. I dunno. I don't understand anything where she is involved," he refers to Khiea. "Trying to think about it, makes my head hurt," he sighs, and goes over to the sink in the kitchen area, grabbing a glass of water, having said that.
"Thank you, Bartholomew. It is all right." Luka brushes a hand across her bun absently to ensure that it is in place. "Oh, Khiea..." There is a price for filling the role of the ever-accepting maternal in Khiea's life, and not forcefully demanding her to follow some sort of model of behavior. Nor is she cruel enough to seek to bat aside all problems under the belief that all will be better. Magically. Perfectly. Luka can only shake her head again, concern layered over her mind like a fine veneer... but she cannot break down into a gushing image of a wounded caretaker. "You too need to drink some water, Khiea," is the sensible statement next, addressing physical needs--they are all that can be. In a way, they are all that Luka has ever been able to directly handle for Khiea... ironic, considering her rank as a psychologist. A few sugary words of transparent comfort? The Doctor cares too much for that. "Would you like a glass, Khiea?"
Khiea (OOC) feels hurt.
Bart (OOC) says, "Whoa that was fast X_X"
Bart (OOC) says, "You've already given Bart several headaches, Khi, in fact..most of them were from trying to figure out why you're...well...the way you are now."
Khiea (OOC) finds it very simple. ^_^ But then again.. I'm Kheia.
"I'm sorry, Mister Bart..." Sorry for worrying, sorry for upsetting, sorry for existing... Everything and more. And weakly, she drops her hands to her side. No use in trying to cry when it is hopeless, no use in visually trying to be sad when your eyes, you gait is enough. Sighing, she mutters again, "Don't be sorry, Mister Brin.. It was my fault, after all.. All my fault, entirely..." Her fault for not being good enough of a weapon, her fault for not being pleasant enough a false daughter... Everything is her fault, somehow. She could blame the world on her. If only she was not at Adesha, if only she did not knock herself to a coma.. Why, everything in the world would be better. And so much, so -much- is her fault. Turning back to Luka, she stumbles the other few steps towards her, and yet.. For all, as a child before, she would have hugged her, now she merely stands, almost afraid to touch her, "I'm sorry..." For what? Just apologize to everyone. Everyone in the world. Maybe that will
... will make the world right when nothing else will work. "I'm not thirsty.."
Brin (OOC) wonders why Luka is Metatron.
Khiea (OOC) has to go to bed in 30 minutes. Has to get -somewhat- on a school schedule or she'll never be able to go back on Monday.
Luka (OOC) is hiding from Krelian.
Brin (OOC) might run away then too. It being 5:30 AM and all that.
Khiea (OOC) says, "Mister Krelian is looking for excuses to have her killed. Her being in the Yggdrasil Base would be enough."
Bart (OOC) patpats ;_;
Brin (OOC) poses.
Luka (OOC) glares at this fact, since it would not be tactically advantageous to anyone to have herself damaged. ><
Sigurd (OOC) hates being the boy of the family. x_x "Heavy lifting.. ugh..."
Metatron (OOC) says, "Judah... is examining... my Gear."
Khiea (OOC) exclaims, "AAHH!"
Metatron (OOC) suddenly feels the need to leave.
Khiea (OOC) exclaims, "Teleport the Gear into your pocket!"
Bart (OOC) o.o
Khiea (OOC) says, "@act getpro=me @link getpro=#of your gear"
Metatron (OOC) gasps with delight!
Khiea (OOC) exclaims, "If nothing else, tell him this was an OOC visit!"
Metatron (OOC) says, "I think he might have been bothering Sirus. ^^"
Khiea (OOC) says, "Well, better safe than sorry."
Sigurd (OOC) sends his lil dragon out curiously.
Brin decides not to further the subject, preferring instead to join bart in getting himself a drink. As he joins Bart at the counter, he speaks, almost in a whisper. "I don't wish to interfere, but the child is very upset, even mantally unstable. Perhaps the best recourse when looking for something to say is to stay silent..." he looks up at Bart. "We all hurt sometimes. Remember what it's like...". He turns, and begins to cross the space between the counter and the table.
Khiea (OOC) says, "Mentally Unstable? Hey!.... Wait, no, that's sometimes accurate. Never mind."
Brin (OOC) says, "ICly, you weren't really meant to hear that. Although might be fun if someone did. :)"
Luka (OOC) smiles.
Khiea (OOC) knows that. Wasn't going to hear a whisper. Just wanted to whine OOCly.
Luka (OOC) wonders if half of these OOC comments will show up in Brin's OOC version of this log.
Khiea (OOC) blames any mental problems on Luka! She's the psychologist!
Luka (OOC) blames them on Citan, the man who lives in Khiea's head... remember?
Sigurd (OOC) would blame Shitan first, frankly.
Brin (OOC) says, "They usually all end up in the OOC logs."
Brin (OOC) almost has a heart attack when he though for a second he hadn't been logging this 8D
Bart (OOC) X_x
Brin (OOC) says, "Almost 7 hours of RP'ing..."
Khiea (OOC) cheers!
Sigurd just watches the ongoings in silence for a long time, listening, and half lidding his eye at Bart's comments before he gets up, followed shortly after by Brin. He says nothing yet, however, turning his attention back to the poor girl who could very well pass as dead. Dead to the world at any rate. But no, he wasn't too familiar with such an unstable mindset. Not yet. And he dared not speak until he was sure was wasn't going to cause more harm than good. Let Luka do the talking.
Khiea (OOC) thinks someone should keep a record of this. Can have competitions to see who can RP the longest.
Brin (OOC) says, "Soon i will fall over and die. it will not be fun X}"
Khiea (OOC) says, "Oh my..."
Bart (OOC) says, "Should head to bed then :)"
Brin (OOC) says, "Perhaps."
Luka (OOC) says, "Now?"
Brin (OOC) kerthwaps his housemates that are trying to make him stay up and watch new Pokemon. Down! Away! Back!
Brin (OOC) says, "Not QUITE yet."
Khiea (OOC) says, "Pika~."
Bart (OOC) says, "Pika! PikaCHU! Pika! ::falls over:: Pika...Chu... X_X"
Khiea (OOC) says, "Yep, its final. Bart doing a Pikachu impression is traumatic and wrong."
Sigurd (OOC) blinks... that makes him.. what... a Raichu?
Bart (OOC) exclaims, "And Khi's a moriru!"
Sigurd (OOC) thought it was Meriru....
Bart (OOC) says, "Everyone translates it differen'tly every time they do :P"
Bart (OOC) says, "Morill."
Sigurd (OOC) hugs his Magumarashi plushy! ^_______^
Khiea (OOC) says, "Let's just call it Cheesecake and be done with it."
Khiea (OOC) is tired. Very tired.
Sigurd (OOC) has fun watching Krel and Sirus banter...
Khiea (OOC) asks, "Why are they right outside the Fort?"
Bart (OOC) says, "I'm wondering this too."
Sigurd (OOC) finds out.
Brin (OOC) exclaims, "Someone Pose! I grow weary! Soon I kill people!"
Khiea (OOC) says, "'S Miss Luka's pose! I think."
Luka (OOC) thought it was Bart's.
Sigurd (OOC) thought it was Bart's too.
Brin (OOC) says, "it is"
Khiea (OOC) asks, ".....Hm. Bart, did you leave?"
Bart (OOC) asks, "Isn't Sig back...?"
Khiea (OOC) exclaims, "Sig posed!"
Sigurd (OOC) just posed ><
Brin (OOC) says, "yes, he posed."
Bart (OOC) BLINKS? ::scrolls up::
Bart (OOC) exclaims, "It's not there?!"
Khiea (OOC) says, "...(-_-)"
Khiea (OOC) says, "Would you mind a repose, Sigurd? ^_^"
Brin (OOC) says, "Sasser Frasser Rasser."
Bart (OOC) says, "Yes please. SimpleMU's apparently acting up."
Sigurd just watches the ongoings in silence for a long time, listening, and half lidding his eye at Bart's comments before he gets up, followed shortly after by Brin. He says nothing yet, however, turning his attention back to the poor girl who could very well pass as dead. Dead to the world at any rate. But no, he wasn't too familiar with such an unstable mindset. Not yet. And he dared not speak until he was sure was wasn't going to cause more harm than good. Let Luka do the talking.
Khiea (OOC) says, "See it that time? ^_^"
Bart (OOC) nods
Sigurd (OOC) makes Krel and Sirus go away since they were just chattering OOCly and spooking everyone in here ^^;
Khiea (OOC) throws a kitten at them, "DIE!"
Bart takes a glug out of the glass, and then looks at Brin. "I know you're trying to help, but really," he puts the glass down and looks at it for a second. "...I don't know, ok? I'm just trying to figure out what the hell's up with this whole situation," he shrugs. "Maybe I just need some sleep," he says. He looks at everyone. "If anyone needs me, I guess i'll be in my room," he sighs and makes a start for the door.
Would this time of trial be any better for them all if Luka were the type to sugarcoat her words, or Khiea any more of a child innocent enough to still believe? "There is nothing to be sorry for. I understand, Khiea," she replies but mildly... as if there were nothing that had gone on to have disturbed the recent past, nor anything different about the times now. "If you ever wish to speak with me, you have only to call. You know that." Soothing still her words, and never shying away. The backs of her hands rest upon her thighs, open and empty. So they stand in a desert base. "I am afraid I must return home for now. Tell me if you ever need me." It is a rare thing, especially for Khiea, that there is a constant... and if that is the only thing in this world, ironically, that is what Luka may be. And the heavens know exactly the price for that. Some things are dearer than life itself, and none know the better the weight of gifts translated lightly...
Khiea (OOC) Aws. And waves, if Bart is going? Wait, I'm going too, in a few minutes. (X_X)
Bart (OOC) says, "Yeah, i've gotta sleep -.- zZz"
Luka (OOC) And Krelian is off... yay!
Brin (OOC) is probably going this round too.
Luka (OOC) needs to run back up to Solaris then...
Sigurd (OOC) is all alone then! x_x
"Because of... Because of what happened..." Bare words, minor pleas, barely more than whispers, "I don't want to lose you, too, Miss Luka.... Everyone else, everything else..." Yet how true can that be, with you dream linked up with another, and your dreams spanning so many minds? So many, so many, and never the dreaming Luka's. How cruel things do turn out, "And if you go.. I know, I understand if you must.. But... how will I see you?" Almost whimpers. No, she lost an illusion already. A reality she never had. But don't let that one thing take away all her friends, all she knows, and any comfort she -had-... Truly, give her not reason to say she lost -everything-. But, weaker yet, she adds, "But.. Although I am not thirsty, I am tired.. I think.. I shall go dream." Not rest. Just dream. And see how many more days you can stay that way. See if this time, the world will be happy once more when you wake up.
Brin (OOC) says, "You can come find me a gun, then :)"
Luka (OOC) does not exist! Muahahah.
Khiea (OOC) wants to wake up.. In a planetarium! Wait, no, scratch that.
Luka (OOC) asks, "Do you need a gun, Brin?"
Brin (OOC) says, "Sigs' lending me one apparently. Now I pose."
Sigurd (OOC) would go bother Citan, but isn't tired and he's not around. Ah well. Another time.
Bart (OOC) has to go now, "I'll see you all later!"
Luka (OOC) waves!
Khiea (OOC) waves! "G'night, Bart!"
Sigurd (OOC) waves.
Bart (OOC) waves, and falls asleep unconsciously. A winner is you! Let's defend the title!
Bart has disconnected.
Brin watches Bart leave, and realises he'll soon need to rest, too. The stress of his earlier encounter, and now this...takes its toll eventually. He remembers an earlier promise, however, and approaches Sigurd. "Sigurd. I'm thinking I might retire soon. Would it be possible to call in that favour soon, or do you wish to wait till another time?... I won't be needing it any time very soon, I imagine. But nonetheless...".
Brin (OOC) says, "Bad, bad, BAD posee *kerthwap*."
Khiea (OOC) starts up the Donation Fund for Abused Poses.
Brin (OOC) asks, "Hmm. Have you got change of a button?"
Khiea (OOC) sees this Fund not doing well all of a sudden. But gives it many victims to be welcome -for- donation anyway.
Luka (OOC) can't remember when she's posing.
Brin (OOC) says, "Sig's posing now. Then you."
It seemed everyone was retiring for the evening, let not Sigurd be one to be any more a rebel than he already was. "In the morning, Brin, I'll take you to the weapons storage, na? It -is- getting rather late." Late, yes, but why aren't you tired, then? Too much to think about, perhaps, little more. Or maybe the emotions of the room were simply pulling on his empathy too hard for him to feel the normal exhaustion. Whatever the answer, he isn't interested, instead he stands to take his teacup and saucer to the sink to wash them, returning with a handtowel, methodicly drying his hands. "I do hope your room is comfortable enough, Miss Khiea. And I suppose I shall bid you good night as well, Luka. Your visits are always welcome, I wouldn't want to keep you from our guest." Certainly not. Luka's the only one Khiea's reacted possitively to, spare Citan, and he was already here as well.
Sigurd (OOC) pokes at it, was half paying attention and doesn't know if it makes sense.
Khiea (OOC) says, "It's fine. ^_^"
Brin (OOC) shakes a bowl under Sig's face. "Spare a penny for battered poses?"
Sigurd (OOC) clobbers Brin with the Ygg.
Brin (OOC) says, "Ow. He cwushed my iddle head."
Brin (OOC) :clobbers Sigurd with an Egg.
Sigurd (OOC) blinks... "Welp, the yoke's on me."
Sigurd (OOC) RUNS!
Brin (OOC) lays Sigurd out.
Sigurd (OOC) says, "It's late, bad jokes abound ^^;;;;"
Pushing back her chair, Luka stands with a graceful nod and bow midway through to both Sigurd and Brin. "I appricate my time here, Sigurd. I hope the cider pleases you?" Leaving the bundle of supplies upon the table, she almost pauses... as if sensing currents upon the air before a storm, fur rising to alert to a warning otherwise missed. To Khiea, she steps closer--but does not intrude upon the girl's space. She lifts hands as if she would brush back the curls from the girl's face, but does not touch lest she startle. It is not rejection upon Luka's part, but a simple, simple smile that speaks of acceptance... -always- acceptance. "Good night, Khiea. Merely say my name, hold your rabbit close, and I will find you. Good night, gentlemen. Take care." And then she is heading towards the door, a last gentle look to Khiea.
And just for a moment, just for an instant, Khiea manages a small smile in return- a small, mortal little thing, that fails as soon as it rises.. But still, it is there. If just a promise, somehow, that she will not be left to face this loss completely alone. There is some hope. Small, small, all of it.. But hope. All expressions failing back to that sort of calm so even that it is weakened apathy, she watches Luka leave before daring to move, sad to see her go, sad to have a bit of hope to hold. It is all.. Still too much for her, too much emotion, too much to consider in so little a time. And only then does she nod, and note a faint, but honest, "Thank you, Mister Sigurd..." For it is strange. To have those she had faced -against- so long be so kind to take her in for this little time. It is because of Citan, yes, but... Still. It is another small kindness and another small hope to live on when nothing else was bright. With that to heart, Khiea turns back to the exit, exiting herself on th
...those slow, weak strides, away to dream another night away in darkness full.
Khiea (OOC) sneaks up from behind on that pose and assassinates it.
Brin (OOC) shakes some coppers in a bowl.
Khiea (OOC) says, "Anyway, I apologize, but I really must be off to bed. ^_^"
Sigurd (OOC) wavies. "Tis okie. Sleep well."
Brin (OOC) says, "log will be on my page tomorrowish"
Khiea (OOC) nods, "All right."
Brin (OOC) says, "sleep well,."
Khiea (OOC) waves! "G'night, everyone!"
Luka (OOC) waves sleepily...
Khiea has disconnected.
Luka (OOC) drifts off, unless someone accosts her inside the base.
Luka (OOC) waves again.
Luka has left.
Brin nods in recognition of Sigurd. "Of course. Whenever it is convenient for you..." As Khiea and Luka say their goodbyes, Brin casts an eye again over that being, which once was a child, a high-headed, manipulated child, he sees the growing maturity, and almost an adult tact in what Khiea is doing. To Brin, Khiea looks as though her smile was what was expected, and the thanks sincere, rather then that of one expected to thank. it's hard to imagine what sort of ordeal would...have that effect on such a carefree spirit as he saw in the desert that day. This is not the Princess Khiea. Brin takes care not to appear to follw her out, but walks for the door as soon as it shuts. "I will see you again, Sigurd. Thenk you for all your help...". The door hisses open, as Brin give a light wave backwards toward Sigurd.
Sigurd gives one final wave to the Etone as he turns to help Maison clean up this night's mess before bed.
Sigurd (OOC) one lines!
Brin (OOC) says, "Ah. The occasional Josephic pose is ok :)"
Brin (OOC) says, "My that was long. And good. Thanks."
Sigurd (OOC) waves. "Sleep well."