Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 9, 2063 || Tuesday

[kalikat]

[Dinner is served late in the mess hall because it's a grand banquet in honor of the Magistrate of Kibo. It's a pretty modest celebration, all things considered: the people at Kibo are invited, along with her family, any Searing Wind members who feel like dropping in from wherever they've been as of late, and a few friends among the other Keepers of the Vigil. That's about it.

Still, Kalika looks like she's having fun. Her husband and her children are, of course, all in attendance, together with her husband's familiars and the entire division of the Strays from Seigi. The food, mind you, is excellent, and there is more than enough booze.

You're welcome to come and go as you please. Kalika's easy like that.]


OOC Notes:
+ Will have some threads for NPCs of note, but just to give you a general idea: many members of the three blades are in attendance, along with pretty much anyone whom Kalika views as family. If you want to request for somebody, lemme know!
+ Debby and Noey: feel free to put your NPCs in here. =w=
+ Feel free to start your own threads too. Just specify if it's open to all, or if you're going to thread something out with a particular PC.

Comments

[thebrandybunch]

[Oh, hello!

:D :D :D]

HELLO, BROTHER.

[Here's Saxon (not that you can tell), swinging an arm around your shoulders and grinning.]

Does it really matter which one of us is which? We drink the same way.

[And there's Breton (not that you can tell...), lifting his bottle in your direction.]

[bladeweaver]

[What the abject heck had he gotten himself into now...]

Thought it'd be polite to at least check!

[Clinks the bottle Saxon/Breton is lifting his way with his own.]

To alcohol, then!

[And he takes a long pull. If he is tipsy later, everyone will know to blame him, for approaching these guys the Brands.]

[thebrandybunch]

[Both of them shout this at the same time:]

TO SISTER CAT!

[And however long your pull is, their pull ends up twice as long on both of their ends. They're also topped with satisfied aaaaaahs from them both.]

This shit really hits the spot, eh?

[That is Saxon, with a hearty laugh and a thump to your back.]

Sister Cat knows her booze, doesn't she?

[There's Breton, as he's making space for how his brother is now dragging you over to sit with them.]

[bladeweaver]

[Aaaand he is now sitting with the Brands. Oh well, make talk! Hopefully a talk that is a few decibels lower in volume, but he'll take whatever.]

Sister Cat does indeed. So, not too busy to attend, huh?

[thebrandybunch]

Nah, not this time. We're on shore leave!

[That response comes from the both of them. Whodathunk that Searing Wind members could sound so excited about Not Killing Things?]

[bladeweaver]

[Which is precisely the sort of easy jump-off point that budding conversationalists jump on to start exchanges. He might know that there is more to the twins than just Killing Things, but it'd be nice to hear them discuss it, now wouldn't it?]

I guess even you guys enjoy breaks from making it rain, huh?

[thebrandybunch]

We're ALWAYS making it rain.

[Case in point: both of them are now drinking, like. Half of their very big bottles of sake.]

[bladeweaver]

Haha, I misspoke, then. I guess making it rain is a state of mind!

[Taning probably shouldn't try and ape their alcohol intake. Probably.

But he's trying to anyway. Because dead men don't get drunk, right? Right?]

[thebrandybunch]

[THEY MOST DEFINITELY CAN. THAT IS WHY THESE TWO APPROVE.]

Yah. I mean, some guys don't find fighting fun at all.

[That is Saxon. He will never understand it. 8T]

[bladeweaver]

[Welp. That means he's gonna get drunk, then~]

Some people do have softer sensibilities, I guess...

[thebrandybunch]

Softer is so BORING!

[Both of them think this, of course.

Of course.]

[bladeweaver]

[His keeping up with you guys' drinking is getting him pleasantly tipsy by now.]

I... think I agree, actually!

[thebrandybunch]

Just 'think'?

[Although you won't be able to tell the difference (especially now), that is Breton talking with a lifted eyebrow and a smirk. Saxon is... drinking more. Yep.]

[bladeweaver]

Well, yes? I don't know if it is, really. I believe it is, at least.

[Sipping at his drink with a "welp" look on his face.]

[thebrandybunch]

Believing's enough, in my opinion.

[Breton.]

And mine! Kinda!

[There's Saxon.]

[bladeweaver]

[Oh whew.

Also, is the more thoughtful one Saxon, or Breton? Because he can almost tell them apart now. If they start acting out of type again he'll get totally messed up again, though.]

I'm glad for that, then! [Offers a toast.] To violence?

[thebrandybunch]

And us Thrones!

[EAGERLY TOASTING TO THAT.]

Since you're a comrade anyway.

[:D]

[bladeweaver]

[It's heartening to hear them say that, for him. The Brands aren't about dissimulation, which, to be sure, he thinks they're capable of, but probably not about this kind of thing.

He does, though, view it as an implicit challenge. One he wants to live up to. He can be an asset to the Thrones; he knows this, they know this. What he wants is to deserve being family.

He'll just nod and smile and down his drink to that. Which makes him dizzy, of course.]

[thebrandybunch]

[On this end, the Brands are just getting started.

...Not that they can ever get drunk, anyway. It takes a very, very, VERY long time.]

So. Have you met Alyssandra yet?