Waking the Dead 2.0 || May 19, 2063 (Saturday) || Friendship in the cups.

[kawaakari]

[It's a little after lunch with the Shinta Clan that Kasumi Aoi makes an interesting suggestion: that the War Hounds wile the afternoon hours away in good company with their mentors, former or otherwise, that can make it. Invitations are easy; she can handle them.

So, there you have it: doing things the Japanese way, talking over sake, nibbling idly on onigiri and whatever else. The rest of the household has left you alone. This is quality time with the people who have watched your back, and taught you whatever they could.]



OOC Notes
+ Each thread here is for one-on-one conversations between players and their respective mentors. Group shenanigans can be played out on the table, if you guys like.
+ Noey and I are going to bring his conversation with Malia on the table!

Comments

The Brands & Yulia

[thebrandybunch]

[Interestingly enough, these guys came fresh from a meeting with some Rhiannon operatives in Japan. Gabriel had wanted them to check on something for him. That would explain the suits.

Maybe they look a little more distinguished.]

Yulia-chan~ let's drink!

[...But they certainly don't sound any better than they usually do.]

[bostova]

[ She never actually imagined a day that she would see Saxon and Breton looking presentable. It's actually amusing to see them in those suits with their goofy smiles and the way they... well, exist, pretty much.

But, she was already seated with a (small) glass of sake in front of her. She nods at it. ]

I am already drinking.

[thebrandybunch]

So drink more!

[There is Saxon, planting another cup in front of her.]

There's plenty to go around.

[And there is Breton, adding a third.

SMILE.]

[bostova]

[ She rolls her eyes. ]

Not all at once.

[thebrandybunch]

Why not?

[See this face? You're seeing it twice, babe.]

[bostova]

[ Try harder. ]

It is still early.

[ She'll just light a cigarette and maybe offer a stick each to the twins. ]

[thebrandybunch]

But you're Russian!

[Says Breton.]

You can take it.

[Says Saxon.

THEY BELIEVE IN YOU.]

[bostova]

[ Another eyeroll. ]

I do not see either of you drinking.

[ She downs that first glass, anyway. ]

[thebrandybunch]

But we are.

[As they lift their respective bottles. The big bottles.

They are wounded by your assumptions. :c]

[bostova]

[ You guys suck. Stop talking to her, you gave her cups when she could have gotten a bottle for herself. ]

Ah, I must have been distracted by all your talking. [ There goes that second cup. ]

[thebrandybunch]

[And Saxon is already refilling that first up.

Breton is the one who picks up the chatter.]

You'll have to learn, you know. To talk and drink at generally the same time.

[bostova]

[ She reaches for the third cup and just holds it up. She turns to look straightly at Breton. ] And if I do not want to?

[ Because that's... kind of rude. To the drink. ]

[thebrandybunch]

Then we'll love you no less.

[And that's a Promise.]

[bostova]

[ ...that's... cute. ]

Good.

[ Might be hiding a smile behind that next drink. ]

[thebrandybunch]

[They saw that, but they're not going to tease you this time around.]

So. [Breton now, because this is what he does.] How does it feel, sister? Being one of us.

[bostova]

It feels... very good.

[ She leans back, cup in hand. And yes, she does feel very good about Zangyaku (just don't ask her about initiation, she might throw a punch knife at someone). She was a little lost for a while, as to what to do next, but things were looking pretty good now. ]

[thebrandybunch]

Did you like the mask?

[That is Saxon, because this is what he does.]

We worked really hard on it, okay.

[bostova]

Of course I did.

[ That makes her duck her head and smile because she does love the mask. It's beautiful and well-crafted-- and she's a little embarrassed of the conversation that came before receiving it.

She looks at both of them. ] Thank you.

[thebrandybunch]

You're welcome.

[From them both, with their own smiles. Then, from Saxon:]

Let's go on an engagement sometime.

[bostova]

[ She... actually brightens up at that. ]

I would like that.

[thebrandybunch]

It'll just be the three of us. You hang out with your blade all the time anyway.

[That's Breton.]

Besides, we mean, some of your guys are pretty cool? But meh, we're clingy.

[There's Saxon.]

[bostova]

Not as clingy as them. [ There's a small smirk on her lips when she nods to her blade mates. ]

[thebrandybunch]

[Breton chuckles at that.]

Well, you do have a lot of kids and a big, Promethean boy scout with you. Only one of them seems to respect the concept of personal space.

[Saxon and Breton actually do - which might be why they liberally invade it when they think that there's a need for it.]

[bostova]

[ She nods because, yeah, that's pretty much the War Hounds. It's crazy-awesome-scary how they can be so spot on. She needs to get used to it. And learn how to do it. ]

You get used to them. [ ...Somehow. ]

[thebrandybunch]

That's usually the case. The big boss guys aren't dumb - they almost always stick folks together for a reason.

[Saxon, sage as ever.]

'Sides, most of the time it's kind of cool to have a blade that's like a family to you.