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

[icarusalsoflew]

[Catching that. Hey, man: he's a big boy now!]

It doesn't hurt me in any way, if that's what you're worried about.

[bladeweaver]

[He trusts you, is the only reason he doesn't lift a skeptical eyebrow. If you say so...

Meanwhile, the other thing.]

You seem... tired.

[Which really wasn't the word he wanted to use, but he supposes that it also works.]

[icarusalsoflew]

It's likely because I am.

[Smiling, but that probably just makes him look MORE tired, in some ways.]

I'll recover eventually.

[bladeweaver]

I won't mother you about it, then.

[Again, he trusts you to take care of yourself, whenever you can. He'll just assume that you can't at the moment.

But then he's struck by something that he's been thinking for a while.]

You know, you and Josh can be so similar, sometimes.

[icarusalsoflew]

Oh?

[Glancing over.] What makes you say that?

[bladeweaver]

Your need for space. Your dislike of mothering. Your tendency to close off when you need to recalibrate. [He smirks.] And your dashing good looks, too, I suppose.

[He says that fondly, and without judgment, of course. If it isn't quite obvious, he loves the both of you in his own way.]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Welp. You got him to chuckle, at least. That smile, though? Definitely off.]

I guess you're right.

[Okay. His chest hurts again.

Feelings are such a bitch.]