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[humene]

Who: The Berserias and the Zestirias.
Broadcast: No.
Action: Lounge of the Wonderduck.
When: August 20th.



[As relaxing as the vacation in the Kayanni system had been, there was still something that weighed on Eleanor’s mind. Calibrations hadn’t been easy on anyone, and even a month later, she still felt on edge. Among other things, calibrations had highlighted just how little information was shared between Velvet’s group and Sorey’s.]

[They were trying to hide things, per se, but there were some conversation topics that didn’t come up naturally. Even if the two groups were over a thousand years apart, there was something to be said about sharing knowledge. After all, considering the lifespan of the Malakhim, it was likely the information would be relevant to at least some of their group.]

[It takes the better part of a week, but each of the relevant parties will be contacted by Eleaanor in some way. The meeting is set for the 20th of August in the evening, in the lounge of the Wonderduck. The lounge itself is still quite small, but nine people can still fit reasonably comfortably, and there are a even few snacks and drinks set up around the room for anybody who needs (or wants) to eat.]

[Anybody who arrives early is welcome to take a seat, or to flag down Eleanor as she goes to and from the kitchen.]

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Information Sharing! (Later in the Evening)

[humene]

[Once everyone has gathered and settled in, Eleanor will call the group together. It's time for all of them to be on the same page, and she's sure that she's not the only one who feels that way.]

Thank you for coming. I know this may not be a happy discussion, but I think it's important for us to better understand each other. If calibrations have shown us anything [She glances quickly over at Sorey], it's that despite the millennia that divide us, we're closer than we think.

We should be all acquainted with each other, but I believe introductions are the best place to start. My name is Eleanor Hume, and I was once an Exorcist.

[She gestures towards the next person.]

[monolike]

[That'd be this guy here, fidgeting with his feathered Shepherd's glove. This feels so formal and serious...] Um, hi. I'm Sorey, and I'm a Shepherd. I've also got Zaveid, Dezel and Mikleo with me, they're listening.

[brothersboots]

[Is she grumpy? It's quite possible. But she's there.

Because Eizen made her. And her glare states that plainly.]

This is stupid.

[That's it. Oh, wait.]

If this is optional, I'm leaving.

[airily]

[ Zaveid sometimes feels a little bit like he could be some kind of awkward intermediary between what was Velvet's group and Sorey's group; he's the only one that had a toe in both worlds, so to speak, and the only one that really lived the time between Velvet being awake and active as the Lord of Calamity and Sorey being awake as the Shepherd; the idea of it seems completely ridiculous. It turns his mind to think that somehow he's the one that knows everyone.

It's weird.

All the same, Zaveid does what he can to make himself comfortable as soon as he's over. He knows them all, after all, and he can hang around on Eleanor or Rokurou or even Velvet without worrying - his connection to Sorey gives him some protection there, at least, and it makes him more at ease with spending time with people that might carry a touch more malevolence than he might otherwise be comfortable with. He'd lasted this long anyway, so he figures there's no problem pushing his luck.

The lounge is... Nice, he guesses. He doesn't need to eat but he picks at the food before he goes and flops in the corner, stretching out and fiddling with the chain around his neck. ]

[humene]

[Speaking of Eleanor, she makes a point to find him once the meeting dies down. Of all the people on their world, present and future, Zaveid is the one Eleanor feels she knows the least, even though she's met him back home.]

[But even if thousands of years have passed, at least part of him has got to be the malak that once fought with them, right?]

Excuse me, Zaveid?

[airily]

[ Zaveid doesn't look entirely comfortable, but he's not going to turn her down, not in the least. He offers her a soft smile instead, stretching his arms up and humming. ]

Yo. What's up, Eleanor?

[ It's been a long time since they've talked one on one and he just watches her, uncertain. ]

[searingedgelord]

[Velvet is leaning against the wall, next to Eizen. Her arms are crossed and she looks kind of unimpressed with the whole situation. Like that one kid in school who'd like to be off doing something cool and edgy but instead got dragged to some lame club meeting.

Not that she's not interested in information, because she is, whether she admits it or not. But she's not thrilled with the potentially awkward group share.

But she's there, and that's what matters right? At the moment she's more interested in listening than talking, though.]

[airily]

[ Zaveid already knows everything that's going to be shared - he's been there and done that, literally - so he decides the best course of action is to go and bother his nearest and dearest; that means you, Velvet. Grinning, he saunters over, leaning beside her and pointedly ignoring everyone else. ]

Yo.

[rockily]

[ What the fuck Zaveid, he's standing right here. ]

[searingedgelord]

[What the fuck Zavied, Eizen is right there.

Her eyes flicker briefly to Eizen, before settling on Zavied.]

What are you doing?

[uwannagobro]

[ You ever have that feeling that like everyone knows something but you don't? Like there's some unspoken secret, a quiet tension between factions. Rokurou's been in that situation before, plenty of times. It's hard not to when you come from a family where the phrase 'power dynamics' was a very literal statement. Still, it's a little weird seeing a group of people he knows so well being such awkward wall flowers, while another group of. Well. ]

[ Okay the other group is more like that guy Rokurou got plastered once, some people he doesn't know, and Eizen's scary sister, so it's kind of hard taking all of this seriously. Sorry Eleanor. ]

[ It's pretty obvious from the casual expression on his face that he has no clue as to why everyone's acting this way; as it is, he's taking to mentally doing a rendition of 'hot or not,' but 'fight or not' to pass the time before this little 'meeting' starts. ]

[ Those that really know him probably know that exact expression. ]

[searingedgelord]

[Oh, yeah. She knows that look. She gives him a look of her own.]

You know we're not here to fight, right?

[uwannagobro]

Yeah, but there's nothing to say we couldn't have a little warm up afterwards.

[ Come on Velvet, think positive. ]

[brothersboots]

[Ignoring the self-righteous human, Edna goes up to Rokurou as his face sorts of gets all fuzzy and she pokes him, hard, with the tip of her umbrella in the stomach. He's a daemon. She knows who and what he is.

It's time to make introductions.]

So you're the irresponsible drunkard that's friends with my idiot brother.

[Scary enough yet?]

[uwannagobro]

Geh-!

[ Oh man that thing packs way more of a punch that Rokurou was expecting from what's essentially an umbrella, and he actually curves his body a bit to lessen the force of it, wincing. ]

Ow- jeez. That's one way to be remembered.

[ Honestly, it's one of the nicer ways he's been remembered. ]

[sylphystia]

[There's someone eyeballing that hellion. How Dezel manages to do it without visible eyes is anyone's guess, but it feels like Rokurou is being watched-- and he might even detect a faint touch of air on his shoulder, as if testing him.]

[uwannagobro]

[ ill fite u ]

[ But no really, Rokurou's senses for potential fights have been hyperaware ever since his regular fights stopped, so he's definitely got that feeling buzzing through him when he glances over for the source of that buzz. ]

[ Ah yes, creeping malaks. That's nothing new, but the malak sure is. ]

Hey.

[airily]

[ It's fine! It doesn't take Zaveid too long to come on over and settle down nearby, leaning back and breathing out a quiet hum. It's gotta be awkward for Rokurou because Zaveid's pretty sure there are a hell of a lot of things the guy hasn't been told. It's rough. ]

You look like you're about ready to pop.

[uwannagobro]

[ At the same time, Rokurou's probably the most relaxed in the room, so it's a fair trade. He tosses a grin Zaveid's way, one that's a very lazy attempt at innocence that will never fully work on his face. ]

Well, if no one else wants to start, I've got suggestions about what we can do next.

[rockily]

Look for a fight?

[ Eizen knows that expression all to well, knows the edge Rokurou sits on as he glances about the room. Can't blame him, it's been a while since they've had a good fight even Eizen can't deny the feeling ready for one. ]

[uwannagobro]

[ He doesn't even bother trying to slide a innocent smile Eizen's way, he knows that the malak knows him too well by this point to fall for something like that. Not that there was much to fall for, Rokurou's bloodlust easily crept into even the most innocent of smiles that he managed. So instead he gives the one that Eizen's very familiar with, the one that edges onto his face when he's coming up with great ideas in the field. ]

[ Great ideas like picking a fight with the nearest monster for fun. ]

Aren't I always?

[tsunergy]

[By virtue of speaking with people directly and with he and Sorey being the tell-all sort of couple, Mikleo knows most of what's going to be discussed here, but not attending isn't something he'd even considered. It's not as if Sorey knows everything, either, and details might come up that was missed before.

Mingling at a party still isn't really his thing, and until the meeting is set to start this place has more or less the same atmosphere, so he busies himself helping out with the snacks, setting out little cakes and drinks and cold sweets that fall within his range of cooking ability. It's the little details that count, and with all the seriousness of the meeting, both before and after, he's grateful for the distraction. Plenty of what happened here with the hellions is still unknown, and even if it's necessary to get it out in the open, he's far from comfortable about it.]

[airily]

[ And, from behind, Zaveid drapes over him, leaning to peer over his shoulder as if it's the most natural thing in the world. ]

What you been cookin', huh?

[tsunergy]

Probably too much, if I'm being honest.

[Mikleo doesn't even bother feigning annoyance at the sudden drapery. He's well used to it by now, anyway.]

Flavoured gelato, fruit cheesecake, chiffon. Mostly just light cakes. And the usual soft-serve, of course.

[rockily]

[ It's at some point that Eizen seems to make his way over, drawn partly by the assortment of sweets Mikleo prepared. He settles close by but far enough not to be invading the other's space. ]

They look good, you a fan of sweets?