Elly wanders into this section of the hideout's steel hallways, in her arms is a small box of supplies she had to go and borrow. A small canteen and a few packets of something edible sit atop of a small cloak which she will be using to try and keep the sand out of her eyes. Her steps are casual and slow, there isn't really much else she really needs to do before she leaves...except maybe to find and talk to a few of the others.
Sigurd has left.
Sigurd has arrived.
Such a place... Well, its not the most beautiful place, in look alone, but there are certainly less pleasant places to be in this world.. And to its benefit, at least, there is interest about, even though it is not entirely unfamiliar to the young woman of Nisan. Marguerite stands with her hands upon the railing which guides full circle around the area of the base, pale gaze held in the quiet of one who is more focused upon her own thoughts than anything of the surrounding world. A pause, a blink, to the light sound of footfall and movement, and Margie turns her gaze but lightly in question to it. A smile, pale, polite and simply she notes, "Elly..? Are you going somewhere? I hadn't heard." Well, she hasn't heard all -that- much of anything going about, in honesty.. Her most recent days were spent near full in Nisan, away from the stirings aside here.
Fei 's presently in his Artiste Mode, what looks like an old Nisan cross hanging about his neck. He quietly waves to Margie and Elly and pauses in the hall to be sociable.
Elly nods in reply to Margie's question as she approaches the young Mother of Nisan. She smiles lightly at her as she tells her, "Um...yes I am for something very important. So I have to prepare somethings I'll be taking with me in case I need them." At the corner of her eye, she sees Fei waving in their direction and turns her head as she waves back to him. "Hello Fei, are you painting again?" she asks, remember the smudge of paint on his hands from an earlier conversation they had,
Fei says, "Yeah... I got out of the habit for a while and.. it helps me think.."
Margie nods lightly to the explanation, releasing the railing so that she could turn full-around and face both Fei and Elly, more formal than merely casting comments over her shoulder, "Something important?" Honest curiosity, and yet not quite prying.. Whatever such is Elly's business, it would hardly be right to sit and pry the full of it out in the hallway, "Well, I hope that goes well then, Elly." And a pause, and that smile maintains itself, and she casts a wave of greeting to Fei.
Fei grins, "Good afternoon," he says to Margie.
Elly smiles and nods to Margie, "Thanks Margie." She really doesn't want to tell her where she is going. Afterall, Bledavik...just going there means something important especially to the people closest to Bart who are working so hard to free the city. It would give a reason for more people to worry about things that should be of small consequence to them. Besides, it's no big deal at all...really...
And perhaps such is an good choice on Elly's part, if just to spare Margie the worry of it. After all, the current state of Bledavik... In several ways, it pains the heart to think of. And daring an already unpleasant situation...- Well, its best that Margie remain in the dark. Instead, she but notes lightly, "Good afternoon." In equal regard. Older people, after all, deserve some focus of casual politeness, if just out of habit of speech, "Pleasant day, I hope?"
Fei nods to Margie, looking to be in good cheer. "It is.."
Description set.
Fei shifts the canvases from one arm to the other to keep his arms frmo getting tired.
The door near them, and nearly directly across from Margie, lets out a soft bleep that heralds the activation of the hydrolics that slide open the sheets of metal with a mechanical hiss. Standing in the doorway, his tall form almost imposing in how it fills the portal into the planning room, is Sigurd, a rather curious, if not surprised look on his face. His expression, however, softens almost immediately at the sight of friends and, unknown to them, family, the hard rubber soles of his boots striking softly against the metal walkway as he steps out, the door hissing shut behind him, the soft hiss nearly lost in the low, gentle rumble of a chuckle that welled up from his chest. "I thought I heard voices out here." His voice soft as ever, but it carries with is usual ease, each carefully pronounced, almost refined, word all too clear despite the faint, exotic accent he's always possessed. "Good evening Fei, Elly. And a pleasant surprise indeed, Margie. Did the Young Master bring you here?"
Fei blink-blinks as the door opens up and nods to Sigurd slightly. He rests the canvases down on the ground up against the wall and leans back against it a bit, taking on a somewhat casual air.
Elly waves to Sigurd as he appears. Though she would like to continue talking with everyone here, there's just a few more things she need to do before setting off Bledavik. "I can't really talk too much everyone, I'll be right back though." And she leaves the hallway for a moment.
And with but a mild blink of those pale eyes, Margie turns her glance up to the dawning sound of that opening door, and grants a brighter smile of Hello.. And then nods, shortly in response before speaking, "Only earlier today. You hadn't heard?" And it is all but innocent question and innocent wonder, something to carry the conversation along when there are so few words already to hold the air. But she has, at least, been distracted away from her own quiet of thoughts- and it is a calm in itself to have those familiar to speak to. And then, the faintest of gestures, as if she could brush away those words to let her following ones settle easier, "Its nice to see you again, Sigurd." And she turns to grant some temporary goodbye to Elly, words formed but barely late, and she trails off in a shade of a momentary frown that pales a moment later. Well, if she is in such a rush... Best not to distract away from the important.
Elly has disconnected.
Brin might drop by nowish, if he can be slotted in somewhere.
Fei smiles a little bit and muses, "It's always nice to have you visiting.." Good spirits all things considered, perhaps a little worried about something, but a man in his position probably has a great deal on his mind. "It gets a little monotonous around here sometimes...." he remarks, half-joking.
For a moment an almost amused/irritated look crosses his expression as he shakes his head, silver bangs brushing bronze-toned cheeks and that black eyepatch, the hair against leather combination creating a slight hiss of sound, barely audible, and drowned out almost immediately by the soft, rich tenor of his words. "I'm afraid I'm not very aware of the Young Master's activities as of late. But then, he's never particularly gone out of his way to involve me in his affairs." A sigh, though patient, it held a sense of almost disappointment. He did long to be more involved with the boy he'd more or less raised, but he would take what he could. He supposed it was only natural for Bart to want his independance from his 'guardian', however, dropping off random guests then going god knows where without warning just would not do. He'd have to have a talk with that boy; responsibility was a must, after all, for the future King. "Well, no matter," he continued, attempting to right his train of thought. "However
.... you got here, Margie, you are always welcome to stay as long as you wish. I shall have Maison prepare your usual room, then. I'd be delighted if you'd join us for a snack later, perhaps?" Ever friendly, almost fatherly to the two young Fatimas. He knew what it was to lose one's parents, after all, and he would do all he could to try and fill that gap, even though he knew such a task to be impossible. Margie and Bart's happiness and safety were his life, after all.
A gentle clatter progresses along the walkway, and a tall figure is seen making its way vaguely toward the group. He is a tall man, dressed in long robes, and carrying a staff. His head is down, and he seems to be daydreaming as he stares at the metal floor of the walkway while walking. He suddenly draws to a confused halt, as he almost walks into Fei. "Oh my", he exclaims lightly, in a soft aquvy lilt. He glances around at the new faces, and seems almost surprised to see people here.
Fei regards the man almost stumbling into him. "Ah, hello there, Reverend..."
Can just the mention of Bart stir up some faint litany beyond the calmness of how she holds herself under the watch of the older? Its just for a breath, and just for a moment, that her words ring anything less than purely mature, "Did he? Well, that's not very considerate of him... I wonder if he'll ever learn.." And a momentary smile to highlight the words, and all falls back to calm, "Thank you. And I'd be glad to!" A rise of cheerfulness to her voice, loosed from some bounding of formality if just to the rather childish thought of a snack. And then she pauses, casting a glance to the first person to walk these halls that she's unfamiliar to, and that formality once more clutters at her voice in the presence of a stranger and she notes with a light nod, "Good afternoon."
Sigurd inclines his head almost to the point of a bow... close to proper respect for the Holy Mother... but he knew Margie needed a break from all that pressure, and here in the base was a great way for her to just relax. It may not be the most beautiful or popular vacation spot, and certain areas may smell like burned oil or a men's locker room, but at least she could be around friends that didn't expect any more out of her than being herself. Curiously, he turned and looked over in the direction Margie had, blinking once at the stranger. Yet another face he was unaware of. What -has- the Young Master been -doing-?!
Brin hesitates for a moment, then ahems slightly, "Er, um, Hello." he is slightly taken aback by being called "Reverend", it being a title he is not accustomed to. He seems to reflect on this fact for a second, but soon snaps back into reality. "Excuse me, I didn't see you there. It has been very quiet lately, and I just tend to wander about these days". He pauses for a second, and makes a light nod towards Margie. "Afternoon, miss". His attention turns to sigurd, and he catches his eye for a split second. A twitch of half-recognition crosses his face, as he notes sigurd's appearance. "Ah. You must be Mr. Sigurd. I have been meaning to report to you, yet haven't run into you yet, strange.". He glances around nervously, and ragards sigurd, yet unsure if he has identified him correctly.
Fei , on the other hand, doesn't have much of a memory for faces. He wouldn't know if the person was new, or something of a local fixture. He muses, "Quite alright..." to the man.
And Margie merely smiles. It -is- but nice to slide away to a place where formality hangs by preferance, and never by the necessity it always holds in Nisan to her.. And yet still she is slightly put to such a formality by instinct in the light of so many new faces. Not like such is to be fretted of or anything of the sort- people joined all the time, which was encouraging if not anything else. And she could not know -everyone-, in all certainty. And so it is a nod to Brin in response to his greeting, and she quiets besides, to not throw clutter and a necessity to respond to her in competition with the necessity of Brin's words.
Fei has left.