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[BECAUSE FUCK EVERYTHING, THAT'S WHY.]

[But no seriously, Kaneis has been a rather antisocial crewmate this month- possibly even more so than usual. Mor puts him in a bad mood, Cole puts him in a bad mood, Milla leaving puts him in a bad mood, he puts himself in a bad mood- all in all, he's just not in the mood to chit-chat with people]

[So what does he do? Take full advantage of having his own personal quarters and staying in them unless he has a direct reason to leave. He doesn't even come out for mealtime. Who the hell knows was the last time anyone's saw him leave.]

[Seriously, are you sure he didn't die in there...?]

[ Lloyd is naturally a worrywart, especially when it comes to his friends. despite the knowledge he has about Kaneis not needing to eat, he's still a little worried over the fact that he hasn't seen him come out of his quarters. not that he could blame him: if Lloyd were less social than he was now, he would definitely be doing the same thing as Kaneis.

seriously, fuck Mor.

even though he's left him alone for the most part, there's still that concern, which is why he volunteers to take today's dinner to Kaneis. once he reaches his hatch, he moves to balance the plate on one hand before knocking on the metal. ]

Hey, Kaneis-- I've got dinner.

[Damn. If it was anyone else but Lloyd, he'd probably either choose not to answer or say he wasn't hungry. But....]

[Nngh. After a pause of debate, he'll call out.]

It's not jello or proteins, is it?

[ oh! he got a bite. that's more than what the other ducks had gotten. he steps away from the hatch a little before calling back out: ]

Nah. It's some of the steak I got from Abeo. Veggies, too.

[There is a long bit of pause as he debates. It's not his favorite, but is food he does like well enough. And it has been awhile since he's eaten (like, days...)]

[Uuuuuuuuugh]

[After a bit of debate, there's finally a clicking sound that sounds like someone's unlocking the hatch]

Hatch's open.

[YOU WIN THIS ROUND IRVING. But at the bottom of the ladder, the seems to be...golden glowing feathers scattered on the ground? Huh.]

[ SCORE. with a smile that hasn't really appeared since his arrival on Mor, he opens the hatch and moves to climb down the latter when...

...ah. those sure are glowing gold feathers down there. the source of what they are doesn't click immediately, so Lloyd simply moves to try and climb down the ladder as good as he can while balancing a plate. ]

I never thought you were the messy type. What's with all the feathers?

[Said quite, quite dryly]

I got attacked by a giant glowing yellow bird.

[Then there's the sound of wings ruffling as yes, Kaneis is sitting on his bed- with his wings folded behind his back]

Or maybe it's molting season.

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..."Molting seas"--?

[ yeah, give him a moment to double-take because those are wings that are coming out of Kaneis's back. wings that he's been yearning to see properly since he first saw Zelos use his mystic arte.

holy shit. holy shit. ]

...

[Yep. Definitely wings coming out of his back. Bright golden wings]

...What?

[A beat; just feeling a LITTLE awkward here Lloyd at the staring]

Tell me you didn't forget that I'm an angel, because I know I told you that much.

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[ --oh. crap, was he staring? he shakes himself out of it, finishing his descent until he hits the ground, a couple of feathers floating away from his feet some. ]

'Course I didn't forget. It's just the first time I've really ever seen your wings.

[ you know, since they're usually surrounded by a shitton of mana. he steps forward, offering the plate of food to Kaneis with a smile. ]

They look really cool.

Ah. Right. Well, here they are.

[He unfurls one of the wings so Lloyd can get a better view as he takes the plate. It's a bit odd, for someone who is usually so sure of himself in terms of appearance, his moments and gestures are...anything but that. If anything, it seems more like he's uncomfortable in his skin with these things out.]

[Just like he's...really not sure how to accept a compliment about them]

...Uh, thanks.

No problem. They really suit you!

[ he doesn't move to leave, but Lloyd does climb up the ladder to close the hatch properly before settling on the last step of the ladder. if Kaneis didn't bring his wings out for this long, then maybe he didn't want the others to know about them.

who knows. all he knows is that he seems uncomfortable about something, so he changes the subject a little. ]

I didn't know the wings molted this much though? [ if Lloyd's wings are like twice the size of Kaneis's… just how much will his wings molt?! ]

[Yes, he's very glad for that closing hatch. Even if most people on the ship knew that he had wings...he still wasn't comfortable with sharing them.]

[But the subject change at least, is a suitable distraction]

You..didn't? I thought you've had yours for awhile. [Surely he would've preened them at some point right.....]

I only brought 'em out for the first couple of months. When I showed them to you, it was the first time I took them out in a while.

[ which means his wings are probably a mess of loose feathers right now. ]

Uh-

[Oh dear goddess]

Lloyd- you know you're supposed regularly preen them, right? To keep the feathers nice?

...Uh.

[ no he didn't. ]

[....]

Do you know how to preen?

Eh heh heh heh heh...

[ that's another "no" ]

[His wings ruffle up and his pinches the bridge of his nose, in a display that is clearly exasperation]

Oh, great.

Oh, come on! Colette never told me that was supposed to be something I had to do!

[ he's never even SEEN her preen her wings, for crying out loud! ]

Thaaaat might be because she had a lot of faith that you'd figure out it was something you need to do on your own. You know, like most of us do.

I...

[ well, he got him there. ] I just thought all those feathers coming out were normal...

Edited 2015-03-25 15:26 (UTC)

Not...quite.

I mean they shed a lot, but- preening helps cut down on that.

[ Although actually a member of the Huntress, Chris is on the Wonderduck. He's seeking out whoever he finds just to double-check if they've spoken to Cole recently. It isn't a lack of trust so much as an obsessive need to make sure Cole's going to be okay during whatever downswing it is he's found himself trapped in.

But when he's not being a dutiful son, he's kind of wandering around the ship looking at all the difference. Those upgrades sure do look damn fancy and fine, and he's making note of which ones might be more useful and how to pitch them to his crew at the end of the month. ]

[ well, it's not like he didn't expect Chris to be here, but to see him without Cole being nearby is something that Lloyd's not 100% used to. not that he isn't welcome to come aboard the Wonderduck as much as he'd like, though he seems to be looking for something-- or maybe just looking around? well, whatever. it's actually a good thing that he managed to catch Chris; after hearing what happened from Kaneis, he wanted to check and make sure that he was alright.

but first. ]

Hey, you looking for Cole? [ that's who he's looking for, right? ]

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[ When Chris sees Lloyd, there's a moment of hesitation. It's hard to get rid of considering Lloyd is the one who (accidentally) speared his father and taught them all that their two types of magic just do not mix at all. Still, it's not the kid's fault and he does still need to give him a head's up. ]

Uh, no, actually. I know exactly where he is. [ Magic sensing at its best. His parents were never more than a shimmer away. It is, however, a good segue to his actual worries. ] Has he talked to you lately?

Huh? Um...

[ has he and Cole spoken to each other lately? kind of, though not extensively. just some small 'how-are-yous' and the like as they were passing each other by. ]

Mmn... A little, I guess. Just some small stuff. [ then again, Lloyd's been quieter than normal lately. most conversations he had didn't really go past small talk. ] Why, what's up?

He didn't ask you to help him find anything, did he?

[ Chris doesn't see a reason to freak anyone else out until he knows the extent of how far everything's gone. As upset and angry as he is for Cole's thought process, it isn't his place to drag everything out. Still, Chris has to pause and take a deep breath. ]

I mean... If he does, just ignore it. Trust me.

Oh... no, he didn't ask me to find him anything.

[ not that he'd agree to it immediately-- only if he knew what it'd be for and ONLY if it wasn't for that vanquishing potion. it's not that he doesn't trust Cole, because he still does, but he's definitely a little more wary and a little more than pissed at him. ]

Not like I'd do it anyway. Kaneis told me what happened.

[ Yeah, he should have expected that but it takes a second for Chris to respond. He doesn't know how many eggshells he's walking on anymore. ]

Right. Okay. That's good. I mean—not good. It's not good, none of this is good. [ He takes a breath. ] I just wanted to make sure nobody indulged him on this.

[ yeah, and good thing Kaneis told him when he did because hoo boy Lloyd probably WOULD have indulged him. ]

Nah, I get it. [ more than Chris probably knows right now. ] …You doing okay with all this?

[ Chris just gives an irritated and defensive look. He hasn't been running on much sleep lately and this whole thing is freaking him out. Cole isn't allowed to die again, he promised Chris he wouldn't die this time. ]

Yeah, I'm fine. You know, with my dad suddenly deciding assisted suicide is the way to go for no particular reason and is now trying trick people into helping him.

[For the most part, Cole hasn't been on the ship, instead sticking to the planet and doing things down there, but he does come back to the ship to sleep in his room from time to time. He's pretty much avoiding everyone because he knows he's pissed Kaneis off and he doesn't really know quite how far that's spread among the crew. It doesn't help that he knows something's going to happen because it always does and he'll be at the center of it and it'll probably be his fault.

Right now though, Cole's in the cargo bay practicing with both the sword he got on the planet and the parrying dagger he bought alongside it. He's used to daggers, but swords were always something the Source used and used to good effect, which he would know, having been on the receiving end and nearly dying because of it. Swords were useful, so he figured he could try it, but all he has are what he can remember from the Source, so his movements are awkward and he doesn't really seem comfortable with it or using both weapons together.]

[Jennifer had managed to save up some money doing tasks for people on-planet. She dearly wished she could make use of her doctor's skills here, but considering the strict rules about not letting any of the natives realize that they were actually on a living tourist trap and keep them living in their... rather simple state of being, she decided it was better to just keep her abilities secret rather than risk overstepping a line.

So when she wasn't helping pick vegetables or rake brush or load wagons, she could be found in her room, getting to know the supplies- such as they were- in the medbay- or in the ship's kitchen experimenting with the protein cubes, trying to make them a bit more palatable.]

[Oh hey look it's a rare Kaneis sighting in the kitchen! He's been kind of keeping to his room or on the waystations most of the past couple weeks, but hey he just so happened to want a drink around the same time she was in the kitchen. He watches with idle interest, her experimenting with the cubes.]

...Any luck making them better?

[Jennifer smiled back, shaking her head.]

I was never much of a cook to begin with... I don't know why I thought I'd do better with protein cubes. Figured I'd still try, though- instead of ruining the fresh food I've picked up on this planet.

[He shrugs]

Heh, cooking's mostly trying again and again until you start liking what you eat, anyway.

Least that's how I learned. Still, not a bad idea to do tests on the cubes first.

Yeah, pretty much. I'm used to living off takeout and packaged stuff and the like, though- byproduct of being in school for so long- so I've never had much of a chance to experiment.

[She prodded at the cube of gelatin she'd been eating.]

I never thought I'd end up in a place where food comes in cubes, though.

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