[snuggle up real close everyone]

[cephalon]

Who: The fair crew and visitors of the Windrose
Action: Aboard the Windrose
When: May

[It's a mingle! Make friendly everyone~]

Comments

[precedented]

The Blameless crew is fairly adept. He would have to be rather strong to overpower any of us.

[ He mentally goes through the list. ] I suppose I could keep an eye on him. He's not a problem for me.

[passingthrough]

[She nods.] I know. You're in a good position for it, but I wasn't going to leave you blind to it either. I'm going to warn Hank and Kate too.

Sounds like the biggest threat he'd pose would be to attack the ship's systems if he doesn't have his exoskeleton with him which Tenno didn't.

[precedented]

[ Leto has rarely been blind in any context, so the comment confuses him a little. ]

Of course. They should know.

[passingthrough]

[Just a turn of phrase, but she can see where it wouldn't apply to someone with his gifts.] And of course anyone else you want to warn. It sounded like my crew was a little suspect of your captain. I've never met her.

[precedented]

Ah. I don't think she'll be a problem any longer.

[passingthrough]

Why do you say that?

[precedented]

[ Leto raises an eyebrow at her. ]

[passingthrough]

What? Is she gone? Did you kill her? Did we slip into charades mode? Because that still requires gestures.

[precedented]

I would not kill a person so . . . flagrantly. She is departing from the Fleet.

[passingthrough]

I was kidding about that one. Probably should kid less about murder though. [Her bad.] You make it sound like she's resigning. [That's not a thing.]

[precedented]

It is the best way to put it delicately. Most likely, she'll be returned to her own world.

[passingthrough]

...You can sense when people are going to disappear. [Okay, now she wants to use him. Wants to ask if Winn is going to stay. She doesn't, but she really, really wants to.]

[precedented]

[ He looks at her carefully. He's not judging the impulse to ask. Certainly it's a common one and not one that bothers him. ]

At times. Not always. It is an imperfect skill because the Atroma has limited much of my prescience.

[ He pauses and continues, gently. ]

And there are some things I will not say. Some outcomes I cannot guarantee or confirm.

[passingthrough]

[She nods.] There are lots of things I want to know, but I don't actually want to abuse you and your abilities. Or get my hopes up or have them crushed.

[precedented]

[ He waves off her concern. ]

You really can't, unless you ask something I deign unnecessary to answer.

[passingthrough]

[She nods.]

Still, you're a person—my friend—not a magic 8 ball.

[precedented]

[ He hums lightly, touching a pawn. ]

I am both, in a way.

[passingthrough]

Well, then we have your codename all ready. [Smiling.]

[precedented]

I believe that might be taken. Besides, I don't do well with superheroes.

[passingthrough]

You do well with me. Someone giving you a hard time? [She'll beat them up for you.]

[precedented]

Hm? Not here, no. My moral code is looser than many would prefer.

[ He shrugs loosely. ]

[passingthrough]

That's probably why you do well with me. [She thinks it's loose because of the killing. It's tighter than she imagines.]

[precedented]

And it comes to quite a relief, I assure you!

[passingthrough]

[That gets a laugh as she moves one of her pieces.] Glad I could oblige, friend.

[precedented]

[ "Friend". It has been some time since he was called that. A smile plays on his lips for a while. ]

Do you still wish to play?