[ Here is one Setsuna Shinta, sitting on the steps of Falner with her chin resting in the cradle of her palms as she frowns curiously, looking at all the people milling about.
No, she thinks quietly as her gaze follows a pair of novices who walk past, their noses buried in their books. Not that one either, as she sights a much older man, walking briskly towards the general direction of the Arcanum?
[He's joining her with those quiet words, coming around from behind to sit right beside her. There's a tiny smile in place, one that she is probably very familiar with.
Leave that for a moment. Trust me, it'll be worth it.]
[They have a better handle on the world now - or at least, Aidan likes to think that they do. There are others around who can pick up the slack, and give this particular spirit (the first love of his life, in this world) a bit of time to breathe.]
[And even though the words are harsh, she's sitting right next to Setsuna, close enough for their shoulders to touch, for her to lean in and peer into her friend's face.]
[About a minute after that, there's a pair of hands dropping a windbreaker on your shoulders, plopping a sports cap on your head, then dropping a change of clothes that matches those things to a tee on your lap. This is all promptly followed by one Jessiah Vice flopping down a few inches away from you, followed by his briefcase. Given the way he's dressed, he has probably come from another meeting with his People.]
I don't know about you, but this isn't the kind of weather to go kicking around in a summer kimono in.
[Brb, popping his briefcase open and bringing all of his stuff out. Laptop, phone, cigarettes, ashtray.
Thank you. [ Trust Jessiah Vice to be practical in all matters.
She'll go in to change in a bit, but for now: setting the spots cap on her head because the sun has gotten rather high and the sunshine, bright on the grounds, makes it a little difficult to watch with relative ease.
Chin in her palm again, eyes forward. ] How is your family doing, Jessie?
[Absent-minded, because he's now focused on what he's doing. If she cares to check over his shoulder, he is looking at pictures of himself, then at puppies. Them himself. Then puppies.]
[While Setsuna Shinta is on the steps, Rethe Kyriff is hovering around some distance behind her, headphones hanging around his neck, laptop clutched between his hands. Should he...? Could he...?
Man. This is embarrassing. Maybe he should just. Yeah.]
[ A look over her shoulder, and a smile that just blooms over her features. ]
Want to join me, Rethe? [ A gentle tilt of the head as she notes his laptop. ] Unless of course you're working. [ Very, very earnest. She remembers all to well the music he used to play back when she was around more regularly. ] In that case, carry on.
[The thunk-thunk-thunk announces Alistair Mordechai's arrival first before everything else (the crackle and smell of a lighted cigarette, the press of the particular gravitas of one man in the air behind her.
It doesn't quite match the way he looks now: bandaged up, tired of being injured, annoyed at the amount of effort it takes to walk down from his room to the fucking doorway.
Still, he did it for her. Of course he'd do it for her.
Settling down now, once he's reached his destination (that is, her side). Easing down, really, because the last thing he'd like to do is break his leg all over again, or end up in more pain than he already is. Pills can only do so much.
Sighing a little himself, out of relief and exasperation. Then quietly turning, acknowledging her presence properly with a minute nod, putting his cigarette out ,and digging around for his pack.
The canister goes down first, though, right between their bodies. A silent offering.]
Taskforce Valkyrie and their fucked up experiments. Normally wouldn't be a problem, except it happened to be a reverse-engineered, bad attempt at making a Paradox Eater.
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On These Steps.
No, she thinks quietly as her gaze follows a pair of novices who walk past, their noses buried in their books. Not that one either, as she sights a much older man, walking briskly towards the general direction of the Arcanum?
O..oh. No, not that one either.
She sighs. ]
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[He's joining her with those quiet words, coming around from behind to sit right beside her. There's a tiny smile in place, one that she is probably very familiar with.
Leave that for a moment. Trust me, it'll be worth it.]
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So many fate strings, and none of them the right one.
[ And then, quietly: ] It's just so unnerving, Aidan. To have no idea at all, as to why I'm still here.
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There's always tomorrow.
[They have a better handle on the world now - or at least, Aidan likes to think that they do. There are others around who can pick up the slack, and give this particular spirit (the first love of his life, in this world) a bit of time to breathe.]
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I'm sure Aidan has already approached you for today.
[Yes, she checked.]
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[ Yes, she knows you would rather not get called that, but humor her for a little while. ]
And yes, he actually has. [ Ever reliable in his habits, Aidan. ]
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[And even though the words are harsh, she's sitting right next to Setsuna, close enough for their shoulders to touch, for her to lean in and peer into her friend's face.]
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I don't know about you, but this isn't the kind of weather to go kicking around in a summer kimono in.
[Brb, popping his briefcase open and bringing all of his stuff out. Laptop, phone, cigarettes, ashtray.
Is he going to settle down here? For real?]
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She'll go in to change in a bit, but for now: setting the spots cap on her head because the sun has gotten rather high and the sunshine, bright on the grounds, makes it a little difficult to watch with relative ease.
Chin in her palm again, eyes forward. ] How is your family doing, Jessie?
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[Absent-minded, because he's now focused on what he's doing. If she cares to check over his shoulder, he is looking at pictures of himself, then at puppies. Them himself. Then puppies.]
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Man. This is embarrassing. Maybe he should just. Yeah.]
Um.
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Want to join me, Rethe? [ A gentle tilt of the head as she notes his laptop. ] Unless of course you're working. [ Very, very earnest. She remembers all to well the music he used to play back when she was around more regularly. ] In that case, carry on.
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W-well, I was actually thinking if I could... if it was all right, could I...?
[Can I join you? Please? If you don't mind?]
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It doesn't quite match the way he looks now: bandaged up, tired of being injured, annoyed at the amount of effort it takes to walk down from his room to the fucking doorway.
Still, he did it for her. Of course he'd do it for her.
Settling down now, once he's reached his destination (that is, her side). Easing down, really, because the last thing he'd like to do is break his leg all over again, or end up in more pain than he already is. Pills can only do so much.
Sighing a little himself, out of relief and exasperation. Then quietly turning, acknowledging her presence properly with a minute nod, putting his cigarette out ,and digging around for his pack.
The canister goes down first, though, right between their bodies. A silent offering.]
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A gentle smile: ] You should be resting. [ Infinite patience. ] What happened.
[ It's not a question, but a prompt. ]
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[Sigh.]