Characters involved are: Brin (RED), Margie (ORANGE),
Logged by Brin
Nisan, Southern Road
This is the most southern part of the town of Nisan, the base where the <path> to Nisan meets the fully-paved, pale and dully colored religious town of Nisan at the sign of a small flight of stairs into the town. This is a rather dull view from here, compared to the one of the town in full, as nothing truly stands here spare a few benches off to the side, and the tall bronze statue of the Nisan Cross which stands to greet all newcommers. The town winds its way off to the <north>.
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Margie
With relative peace restored and everything back to order, the City of Peace is, without the possibility of a doubt, a much more pleasant place to be. And as long as one tries to calm themselves with the thought that there is still a truckload of Solarians in the Fort, and they merely do not find it currently necessary to continue pointing the guns at the Cathedral, it should be enough to put the mind to rest. And yet, for all of that, why does the Holy Mother look so out of sorts? The realization that the Holy Mother, teenager or not, should look in some state of calm is the only thing that keeps her from outright frowning. Rather, she leaves any irritation to a cast in her eyes. Once more the sandcruiser has off and left without as much a word to her, or note of where they were going.. Do they just -enjoy- causing her worry and stress? Its all she can do, as she walks slowly down the streets of Nisan, to hope that this little afternoon walk will, at least eventually, manage to clear her head and distract her from such annoyance.
Boredom, and near dystropy of the level of amusement in ones life drives one to strange things. Brin, perhaps, might find it strange to be somehow abandoning the fort, as it were, and making his way down, perhaps to partake of what was brought in steaming packages from the Cafe, but in the comfort of that building itself. Abandoning...what? For in the fort, there was no Bart, no Sigurd, and in fact, being alone among people he didn't know almost drove him to seek solace within the less military setting of the town below. And the day treats the town well, as Reoite unusually capers at Brins feet, as Brin's almost loping gait provides a moving obstacle course progressing up the road toward the city of peace.
That must be it, isn't it. The entire crew of the Yggdrasil just enjoys making Margie fret. Off to do something about Shakhan? Goodness, you'd think they could bother to be a -little- more specific. Maybe try to keep in contact? Maybe at least give some sign or signal that everyone's not trapped or lost or dead? Hmph. Its enough to wear the patience of the Holy Mother. Althogh we'll neglect, kindly, that having Fatima in the bloodline rather makes one indisposed to long bouts of Infinite Patience in the first place. Well. Nothing to be done about that now, right? And yet its so utterly easy to worry about things, for lack of anything else to do. And as she lets this little mental tirade run through its course, she continues walking down the street until.. She blinks mildly, her train of thought disturbed by the realization of someone who looks mildly familiar. She brings her steps to a halt, glancing up in somewhat a lack of rememberance, before it dawns on her in a single moment, "Oh! Excuse me, sir.. Aren't you one of the Yggdrasil's crew?"
Brin was keeping his gaze almost exclusively at his feet, trying hard not to step on his companion, who almost looks determined to be stepped on, in his capering. Hell hath no fury like a kitten trodden on, he thinks, and smiles, as he looks up across the town, although more apparent now is the Holy Mother, coming to a halt in front of him. A smile, a nod, and an answer. "Well, I suppose you could say that, er..." his answer trailing off for want of a way of addressing Margie. Realising that wasn't going to do, he continues. "...yes, but i haven't seen them lately, since they left for thr tournament. Which is strange, I have to say.". That such things as the peace talks would be abandoned temporarily for something like the tournament had been enough of a bone of contention when they departed. Not returning was another matter.
Hm, well, that's not the most comforting of thoughts. And a tiny frown finds its way to her expressions to the thought, but manages to be no more obvious than such. Just how much of a hurry -was- the Yggdrasil in leaving that they gave absolutely no one the faintest hint of why or to do what? And yet, for all sakes of politeness, she draws that expression back to a smile, pausing to glance down at the kitten. Ah, how cute! And yet she restrains from all comment on such, or coo to degrees, to instead note, as simply as she can, with a small laugh, "Just 'Margie' is fine.." For what use are titles, all things considered? There are times to be the Holy Mother, and times to worry with the burden that title holds. And how it sets her aside from everyone else. But there is a person there, too, is there not? "And is that so? That certainly is odd. I would have thought they'd tell -someone- what they were up to down there.." Certainly, Margie has the barest clue.. But what use is that, with all the muddle down there? "And Aveh has been so.. Strangely busy as of late. You haven't heard.. A -thing- from them?" And there is a little worry in that tone, a little pleading in the word choice.. Certainly, the Ygg couldn't have been quite as irresponcible as it seems they've been?
Brin shakes his head. "Well, last I heard they were going to the Tournament. I believe Sigurd was going to compete. Unfortunately, that was the last I've heard from them. I've only just recently ventured back to Nisan, hoping they might have returned here. Obviously not, however....Margie.". The gentlest of smiles, and a look cast down to Reoite, who seems to have taken an interest in Margie, not sniffing, or prowling around her, as he nromally would, but standing, normally, simply observing, with giant glass marblous eyes, as Margie casts her glance down. Reoite turns, and looks back up at Brin quizzically. "What is it?", he whispers, and is promptly ignored as Reoite returns his look to Margie, gently purring. Brin only smirks slightly at this, and looks back up. "I must apologise for Reoite. And for not introducing myself. I am Brin Gaisce, Etone." Is a bow customary? Is an Etone bowing to the Holy Mother of Nisan proper. Brin pays it no mind, as he gives a slight bow.
Set.
"I'm afraid we haven't heard anything more of them. Not a message, not a note, not an anything. They merely.. Went off to participate in that silly tournament and there's been no word of them since.." And the rumors of the Yggdrasil have been so blurred as of late.. Stories of things which seem illogical for the crew to bother at all with, like spreading rumors blatantly through the heart of Aveh itself.. But rumors being rumors, they are not much of a comfort. As yet, as always, they are still no proof that everything is right and well in the world. But that rather unpleasant thought is dropped as Margie glances down to the purring kitten- which glances between them in a sort of almost eerily intelligent exchange- she smiles once more. Its hard not to. "An Etone? That's quite uncommon in these parts." And yet it is only a curiosity- unpleasantry at the thought would be utterly out of the question on every reasonable train of thought, "A pleasure to meet you then, Brin." A pause, and a glance back down to the kitten, "Nothing to apologise for.. Her name's Reoite? How cute!" The cat, its name? Or all of it. Its simply very hard not to comment on something like that.
Margie has connected.
Margie has disconnected.
Brin nods, and can only retain that pleasant smile. "Yes, I've noticed the almost complete lack of my Order around these parts in particular, although it being Nisan, I suspect nobody is suprised at that...." he grins, and continues. "I was assigned to tend to the cre of the Yggdrasil, or the pirates in general, of all things." As if he could somehow sense their direction, he casts his gaze over his shoulder to the south, and sighs. "Although to put it bluntly, it would now appear that I've lost them...". His puzzled look is down to the kitten again, as unlike-Reoite keeps the intent look fixed on Margie, and sits, being strikingly well-behaved. "Him..." Brin corrects, looking back up to Margie, and grins. "He hasn't tried to injure you yet, so he must like you..." and the smile is back, so wide and simple, yet masking confusion. How unlike Reoite. How _very_ unlike Reoite.
Set.
"Well, it is a long way from Aquavy.." Perhaps. Although there are a great many more dominant reasons as to why Etones are not quite numerous in these parts. A complete difference in religion, and less than perfect harmony between the two? Well, its never polite to bring up the subject of religion. And for all her youth, Margie -does- have tact. And so, moving on.., "I'm sorry to hear that. They -are- a hard group to keep track of. I do very well believe they get so caught up in the dramatic heroism of their existance that they seem to forget that sometimes they need to make sure they don't abandon everyone in their haste... Or at least have the manners to leave a note." And all of that is said in good humor, and meant all in such- she's not quite about to enter lecturing mode. And she laughs kindly, "Ah, sorry." Not like a cat's gender is noticeable from a first glance basis, but still, "Is that so? Well, I'm glad to hear that then!"
Brin hears what is said, and makes nothing more of it, since it would be unwise to speculate. Perhaps the tensions between the religions was not that great as to cause outright statement of it, or perhaps the stories he had heard were simply overstated. Still, best to think nothing more of it for now, for now his stomach speaks. "Well, I'll be sure to let you know if I hear anything. Hopefully I have not been abandoned here..." he muses, looking down over the town. "Although, it is perhaps the place I would least mind being abandoned in...". He smiles once more, and makes a move toward the Cafe. "Well, I hope to speak to you again...Margie." he almost turns, and notices the unmoving shape which he has almost left behind. "Reoite?". Reoite grants him only a cursory glance, enough time to see Brin nodding toward the Cafe. Slowl, he backs away, not taking his eyes off Margie for a second, until he is at Brin's feet again, and they set off toward the Cafe, Brin waving again to Margie.
"Thank you, Brin." Margie notes with a smile, for all honesty. Well, the Ygg's bound to give notice to -someone- sooner or later, right? And so all is appreciated. "And Nisan is always glad to have you.." And everyone. This is the City of Peace, one of so very few places on earth that can claim any sort of degree of honest security and calmness. At lesat on a general basis. For wars bother not its borders too near, and it is not too ravanged by ill fate or Wels hoards.. "But, if you will be off. Good day, then, Brin." And she waves, mildly, before glancing down to the kitten- curious thing, that cat. And seeming to be so.. Much more intelligent than a kitten ought to be in that intent state, "And you have a good day too, Reoite." And, with them off to the cafe, she can give a lighter smile, and move on with her walk for the day.