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

[bladeweaver]

I am not certain, although I do believe it involves Hikaru. And I worry. Maybe too much.

[That's a concession he's only voicing now, though.]

[numinary]

Ah.

[Hum.]

So he wasn't able to tell you, or he didn't want to?

[bladeweaver]

He didn't want to, I believe. Which I understand. I am very often the bearer of contrarian advice, after all. It can get tiring, especially after a while.

[He's always been objective, this one. But it doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt.]

[numinary]

[Now she's going to press closer to you, and offer what comfort she can by simply being around and within reach.]

Yes, it can be.

[She was the leader of an entire chapter of Arrows, and many of them were people she truly viewed as her own. "Difficult" doesn't even begin to describe it.]

[bladeweaver]

[He'll take that. He puts an arm around your shoulders, drawing you closer. By Elaine, but it feels good to have someone who understands.]

How did you manage? You ran a tight ship; I imagine you earned your spurs the hard way. And I'm sure you used them. You being you.

[A small, affectionate squeeze of your shoulder, at that. It's a compliment, honestly.]

[numinary]

Honestly, it is less about becoming colder, and more about finding your own way of getting used to it without becoming too cold.

[A leader ultimately needed to be human. To lose compassion for others was to fail at the most basic of one's responsibilities.]

You never really get better at it. You simply get better at picking yourself up afterward.