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Who: Everyone
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Action: Iskaulit
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[So we've been stuck on the poison moon for a couple months now, so a lot of people probably want to get away from that.

Unfortunately, the only place you really can get away from it besides your own ship is the Iskaulit. So, here's a June Iskaulit mingle!]

Comments

[nerdeology]

[he does spend a lot of time in your head, bro]

Not even close. Your old record's what, 11 and a half? I think you need more training.

[monolike]

C'mon! This isn't a necessary skill...I mean, we have more important things to concentrate on, right? [LOOK OKAY JUST LISTEN.......sitting still could even be considered DETRIMENTAL to proper Sheparding...right.....]

[nerdeology]

Right, right. We have to work on your concentration skills, too. We can double up the training, do both at once.

[He stands up, dusting his pants off absently and offering a hand out to help Sorey up.]

[monolike]

Mikleeooo....... [whining always works

okay no it doesn't but a boy can dream]

[nerdeology]

[Well.

Mikleo hauls him up, then sets his hands on his hips, brow quirking up.]

Coming? I might just make some ice cream.

[Sometimes whining helps, a little. If only to give Mikleo incentive to make it stop.]

[monolike]

Do I have to kneel for it? [like he wouldn't, look at this face. he'd do anything for it.]

[nerdeology]

Hmm... I'll decide on the way.

[This could be an implied invitation to convince him one way or another.]

[monolike]

[okay well if you're gonna be like that, how about he kneels right here in the corridor and takes your hand in his like some old timey knight] Oh Lord Mikleo! Ruler of rivers and lakes. Please bestow upon me, a lowly mortal, your blessing of ice cream and cakes!

1/2

[nerdeology]

[Oh my god, what.]

[nerdeology]

Be advised, mortal Shepherd, a blessing cannot be granted without sufficient offering to the protector seraph of the realm!

[Two can play at this game!!]

[monolike]

[thinks.

springs to his feet and holds out a hand.] One moment, my lord. [rushes back into the prayer room and returns a moment later with the snowglobe in his hands, kneeling and bowing his head, lifting it up in silent offering.]

[nerdeology]

[....

....

....]

The Lord Mikleo is displeased by this paltry offering. No cakes.

[monolike]

What?! But it's so cute... [pouts at it before he thinks again.] Well I don't have much else worth enough to be a gift...oh! [grins and grabs Mikleo's hand again] I offer up my body.

[nerdeology]

[what

WHAT]

What are you talking about!?

[He leans back, colour blossoming on his cheeks. How can he just up and say things like that, good grief.]

[monolike]

[things like what, what r u freakin' out about] You know, as your vessel! So you don't have to walk on the way back to the Huntress. I mean, unless you want to walk.

[nerdeology]

[....

this

pure

idiot

Mikleo exhales with a huff and snatches his hand free, resting it on his hip instead.]

I like walking! Anyway, if I were to choose a vessel for myself, it would be much more elegant.

[monolike]

Wh- Mikleo! C'mon. That hurts my heart. [still manages to stand up tho]

[nerdeology]

You've got the heart of a horse, you can handle the truth.

[Is that a compliment? It's probably a compliment, right?]

[monolike]

...doesn't having the heart of a horse usually mean you're physically strong? I mean, horses are actually very delicate. They spook easily. [this punk]

[nerdeology]

Hmm.

[Mikleo glances over at him, sizing him up carefully for a long moment.]

...Yeah, I stand by my words. That sounds just like you.

[monolike]

Mikleo. [drapes himself over mikleo to make walking more difficult] Do you really hate this snow globe so much? If it offends you, I can replace it with something else. I don't want something you hate in the shrine.

[nerdeology]

[When Sorey had started with that whine, Mikleo hadn't expected that. He shifts his weight to adjust for Sorey's sudden cling - it doesn't help much, but this isn't the first time this has happened - and reaches down to take the globe from Sorey's hand, scrutinizing it. Because of all the movement, the little tufts of "snow" are drifting within the globe, whirling freely around the dopey looking puppy contained within.

...Sigh.]

That's not... I don't hate it, I just can't take it seriously.

[And he doesn't take the shrine that seriously, either- it's not really his, Sorey's not praying to him, but- well, how is he supposed to feel? They traveled through dangerous ruins to fetch purified water for Uno back home. He's not on the level of a Lord of the Land, and he'd never want to be, but it's hard not to compare that to a plastic dog. Even if this offering is much more... Sorey-like.

But he doesn't care, it's fine.]

[monolike]

Well... [takes the globe from Mikleo and tucks it into his pocket] Then we should replace it. I want the shrine to feel like an honor, not a joke. Will you help me pick something more suitable?

[nerdeology]

[Oh, geez. He should be glad for it, but now he just feels badly. Sorey really did work hard to put it all together, and it is more his than anyone else's. He can't take back the complaint now, but. Hngh.]

I'm not sure where we'd find something better. Why don't you leave it for now, and if we see anything next time the fleet stops somewhere, we can switch it out?

[That's. A good compromise, yes? The globe's been there this long, it surely can't hurt to wait.]

[monolike]

[smiles that little 'I see what you're doing' smile] Trying to protect my feelings?