Hey! It's Rhys.
Uhhh things are more or less on target for that hydroelectric stuff you were thinking of. The Nick guy has been pretty great for help, actually. Maybe up and running in a few weeks? No talk of rebellion in the task force so far, which is always a bonus!
Uhhh things are more or less on target for that hydroelectric stuff you were thinking of. The Nick guy has been pretty great for help, actually. Maybe up and running in a few weeks? No talk of rebellion in the task force so far, which is always a bonus!
Anything you can tell me about a tall lady with brown hair and armor?
[His tone isn't angry or confrontational. He's seen enough of these odd fights by now to know that something's up. Rey really hadn't seemed like the type either.
Maybe she'll know what this is about. It's almost exactly the description that Miriam gave Firo of her attacker, and the only thing that he doesn't know for sure as fitting Rey is the armor.]
[His tone isn't angry or confrontational. He's seen enough of these odd fights by now to know that something's up. Rey really hadn't seemed like the type either.
Maybe she'll know what this is about. It's almost exactly the description that Miriam gave Firo of her attacker, and the only thing that he doesn't know for sure as fitting Rey is the armor.]
[He clicks on the feed because he's rather embarrassed about it all. Going after the girl and not even knowing who she is or why he did it. His face and chest still had a rather nasty burn on it from his encounter. Not that she could see the burns, since he'd rather just allow her to hear him and not see him.]
....hello? I would like to condone my apologies for attacking and trying to kill you. This wasn't my intention at all and it seems the gods had their fun with me and I am wondering.....are you alright?
[Because guess what? He actually damn cared.]
....hello? I would like to condone my apologies for attacking and trying to kill you. This wasn't my intention at all and it seems the gods had their fun with me and I am wondering.....are you alright?
[Because guess what? He actually damn cared.]
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[Now that the fireflies have dissipated from the immediate area, he's gone out to run a quick sweep of the streets. He didn't manage to pass Rey on his way out, but he definitely needs to touch base with her.
So have a phone call as he walks.]
There's another synth here, Rey.
So have a phone call as he walks.]
There's another synth here, Rey.
[There's something he should've told Rey a long time ago but somehow never quite got around to it. Or never figured out a way to make it sound not bizarre. It hadn't seemed like too big a thing before, but now he suddenly just feels bad about it. He has to say something.]
Hey, I’ve got somethin’ to tell you. It’s, ah, gonna sound pretty weird, but… just try and hear me out, okay?
Hey, I’ve got somethin’ to tell you. It’s, ah, gonna sound pretty weird, but… just try and hear me out, okay?
I need your help.
[Maketh looks tired, though she's powering through it.]
Henry's armor was--ruined. Hope's price for getting a new set was to fix one of the bridges over the river, and I know that you had a hand in building the dam. Can you help me with this?
[Maketh looks tired, though she's powering through it.]
Henry's armor was--ruined. Hope's price for getting a new set was to fix one of the bridges over the river, and I know that you had a hand in building the dam. Can you help me with this?
Members of the Guard,
Chris has kindly made us a tool which, when used, shall afford us all awareness of compromised allies during an extended crisis. It works by prompting one to respond through a simple touch at set intervals. The names of those who fail to respond in reasonable time are sent to those who have responded. I am sure I need not explain its advantages.
[There is an app attached for download.]
Please inform me once you have acquired it.
Chris has kindly made us a tool which, when used, shall afford us all awareness of compromised allies during an extended crisis. It works by prompting one to respond through a simple touch at set intervals. The names of those who fail to respond in reasonable time are sent to those who have responded. I am sure I need not explain its advantages.
[There is an app attached for download.]
Please inform me once you have acquired it.
[Apropos of absolutely nothing, some time after their little bomb-making discussion, Sato sends a short message:]
Have you ever thought about what it would take to kill a god?
Have you ever thought about what it would take to kill a god?
would you prefer a nice walk in the caves with me and hyenas, a nice walk in Silent Hill without the hyenas (they don't like the monsters there, poor loves) or shall I come see you after my walk for something involving rather fewer monsters?
pick any two
pick any two
Won't be home tonight. Got some work to do.
[Given the long day they've had, Nick is happy to finally get home, Firo's rifle in tow over his shoulder. While things went better than he'd thought they might, it still wasn't an ideal situation: the Guard headquarters would need repairs, they'd need to figure out what to do with Sato, and most importantly, try to determine how to deal with it should something like this happen again. Nick might be an optimistic man most days, but he's not putting his bets on this one.
For now, he just wants to check in on Rey. She'd gone out before him that morning, determined to take care of Sato's invisible help. Whatever that entailed couldn't be good: assuming she'd dealt with it -- and the fires he'd seen were an indication that she had -- the man still managed to be trouble all by himself. He might try again -- he might be more prepared next time, have more folks on his side.
All that fighting, and for what? For a deal with Rage? To start a war? Or maybe just to alleviate his boredom? No explanation is an acceptable one, not when lives might be on the line, whether they're the Guard's, his family's, or Nick's own.
He sighs as he closes the door behind him, his cane and uneven gait announcing it's him well before his voice does.]
You home?
For now, he just wants to check in on Rey. She'd gone out before him that morning, determined to take care of Sato's invisible help. Whatever that entailed couldn't be good: assuming she'd dealt with it -- and the fires he'd seen were an indication that she had -- the man still managed to be trouble all by himself. He might try again -- he might be more prepared next time, have more folks on his side.
All that fighting, and for what? For a deal with Rage? To start a war? Or maybe just to alleviate his boredom? No explanation is an acceptable one, not when lives might be on the line, whether they're the Guard's, his family's, or Nick's own.
He sighs as he closes the door behind him, his cane and uneven gait announcing it's him well before his voice does.]
You home?
Rey.
You've always seemed more level-headed than the others. I would like to discuss something with you.
You've always seemed more level-headed than the others. I would like to discuss something with you.
[Much later than his initial contact with Firo (and probably long after someone realizes he's gone missing...)]
I didn't realize your bomb-making skills were as bad as your harmonica playing, Rey.
I didn't realize your bomb-making skills were as bad as your harmonica playing, Rey.
Rey. Someone got your name off the list.
For what it's worth, I think you have your reasons for wanting your name off. Just like I had mine for hating Valentine. So my opinion of you has not changed.
Let me know if you want to smash some of Love's candles. I can collect some for you. The concept should be transferable, so you should be able to treat them as stress balls.
For what it's worth, I think you have your reasons for wanting your name off. Just like I had mine for hating Valentine. So my opinion of you has not changed.
Let me know if you want to smash some of Love's candles. I can collect some for you. The concept should be transferable, so you should be able to treat them as stress balls.
hey
it's a slow day at the sewing shop if you still wanted to come meet wolfie
[Yep, just like that. No preamble. It's been a while since they discussed Rey coming to meet Wolfie anyway, so why not just cut to the chase, right?]
it's a slow day at the sewing shop if you still wanted to come meet wolfie
[Yep, just like that. No preamble. It's been a while since they discussed Rey coming to meet Wolfie anyway, so why not just cut to the chase, right?]
[Firo starts without preamble, but the lightly sardonic tone of his voice may hint at enough: Yep, I know this is weird and fishy, but bear with me.]
Sato wants me to ask why you've been actin' so strange around him lately. Don't know what's goin' on with you two, but I figured you should know.
Sato wants me to ask why you've been actin' so strange around him lately. Don't know what's goin' on with you two, but I figured you should know.
Rey.
[A brief pause, as Glacius tries to figure out how to kick this conversation off. It's not one he wants to be having... but recent events have him worried for a number of reasons, and he wants to ensure his partner's safety in whatever ways he can. So he carries on:] I find myself in a... difficult situation, one I do not wish to discuss over these communication devices. If it's not too much of an inconvenience, would you be able to meet me in the park shortly?
[A brief pause, as Glacius tries to figure out how to kick this conversation off. It's not one he wants to be having... but recent events have him worried for a number of reasons, and he wants to ensure his partner's safety in whatever ways he can. So he carries on:] I find myself in a... difficult situation, one I do not wish to discuss over these communication devices. If it's not too much of an inconvenience, would you be able to meet me in the park shortly?
Hey, this is a little abrupt but I think that goes with the regular feel and flow of Hadriel. I'm Caroline and was wondering if the Speakeasy is in need of any more regular performers. I really love to sing.
[ And, she's even talented!
She's been there a handful of times, heard the name of the establishment's owner from who first showed her (and Elena) the bar. Connor. Now, she reaches out for things to do that definitely amount for distractions, but she needs a bit of that after the insanity of last month. Of turning her best friend, Elena, into a vampire, from the influence of Delight and Rage. Least. Favorite. Gods. Ever.
But this communication is all about the music she's hoping she may get to perform. ]
[ And, she's even talented!
She's been there a handful of times, heard the name of the establishment's owner from who first showed her (and Elena) the bar. Connor. Now, she reaches out for things to do that definitely amount for distractions, but she needs a bit of that after the insanity of last month. Of turning her best friend, Elena, into a vampire, from the influence of Delight and Rage. Least. Favorite. Gods. Ever.
But this communication is all about the music she's hoping she may get to perform. ]
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[ It's strange, being here again. She'd broken her promise that she wouldn't do this. A promise can only go so far though without the people left to uphold it for. "You're not alone anymore, Rosie," he'd said. What a lie that was. Not that she can really speak much on lying, all things considered.
Promises aren't necessarily cheap but, well, when you don't have anyone around to collect on them... It all seems kind of pointless, doesn't it? A lot seems pointless to Rose these days. So it's come down to a choice. She could keep going on and inevitability lose herself to her hunger (she will lose, she knows she will now) or see just how many times it'd take before Hope loses hope and stops reviving her.
Since she doesn't want to give Kite or Yao or her father or anyone the satisfaction of seeing her become the monster they'd all know she would be (not again, never again), she's decided the latter. The blond stands tall on the edge of a building likely just tall enough to kill her on impact. It wouldn't usually, but she's hungry and that hunger has been eating at her in more ways than just mentally. She won't heal. She knows she won't, she know she'll be nothing but a crimson splotch on the ground and yet it's a
long
way
down.
Something is holding her back from actually taking the leap. Something she can't quite discern or understand. It's a chance, at least, for someone below who might see her silhouette to stop her yet. ]
Promises aren't necessarily cheap but, well, when you don't have anyone around to collect on them... It all seems kind of pointless, doesn't it? A lot seems pointless to Rose these days. So it's come down to a choice. She could keep going on and inevitability lose herself to her hunger (she will lose, she knows she will now) or see just how many times it'd take before Hope loses hope and stops reviving her.
Since she doesn't want to give Kite or Yao or her father or anyone the satisfaction of seeing her become the monster they'd all know she would be (not again, never again), she's decided the latter. The blond stands tall on the edge of a building likely just tall enough to kill her on impact. It wouldn't usually, but she's hungry and that hunger has been eating at her in more ways than just mentally. She won't heal. She knows she won't, she know she'll be nothing but a crimson splotch on the ground and yet it's a
long
way
down.
Something is holding her back from actually taking the leap. Something she can't quite discern or understand. It's a chance, at least, for someone below who might see her silhouette to stop her yet. ]
[She has a date. Maketh spends a fair amount of time stuck on the idea, trying to work her way around it. Not like she hasn't done those before, though they'd been different in many ways before Hadriel, but this --
This is important, just as Rey is important. And she doesn't want to get it wrong.
She doesn't want to buildit up too high in her mind, either, lest it fall under the weight of those expectations.
No. It's dinner.
Maketh stares at her uniform for a long time before deciding it's acceptable. In the end, she puts her hair in a loose braid instead of her regular bun - a little less strict - and hopes that's enough.
She knocks on Rey's door at the proper time.]
I brought some bread.
[She holds up the basket with a faint smile.]
I hope that was all right.
This is important, just as Rey is important. And she doesn't want to get it wrong.
She doesn't want to buildit up too high in her mind, either, lest it fall under the weight of those expectations.
No. It's dinner.
Maketh stares at her uniform for a long time before deciding it's acceptable. In the end, she puts her hair in a loose braid instead of her regular bun - a little less strict - and hopes that's enough.
She knocks on Rey's door at the proper time.]
I brought some bread.
[She holds up the basket with a faint smile.]
I hope that was all right.
Miss Rey, would you mind meeting with me in my garden at the far end of the park? I was hoping to discuss something with you, and perhaps as you a favor, if I may.
[Something he'd rather talk about in private without the fear of his partner returning home early and catching him mid-conversation.]
[Something he'd rather talk about in private without the fear of his partner returning home early and catching him mid-conversation.]
[There's a crackle of fire in the background of the call.]
Rey, pick up.
Rey, pick up.
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