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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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Guilty.

[ Nothing about that description Rokurou could, or would, argue. War daemon, picking fights, and enjoying the thrill of the fight far more than the outcome. ]

[ Well, one correction to that. He did like to win if given the choice, but only by his only merit. But still, no arguing that he was a pretty simple guy. As a daemon, anyway. ]

[She snorts indelicately, not at all ready to give him an inch until he shows himself useful to her. But, the fact that he's friends with Eizen and Velvet makes her want to at least give him a chance, despite the fact that he's someone she would never associate with on her own.

She's irritated with the easy way he admits to his faults and jabs him in the stomach again.]

Tell me something. What convinced you to give Sorey alcohol? Are you really that stupid that you don't know what would happen?

[ He's more prepared this time and curves with the jab, though that's almost as uncomfortable as taking the jab would be. Maybe he should just take the hits at this point, since he was already well on his way to taking whatever else Edna was intent on throwing his way. ]

[ Though really, nothing she'd said so far had really been offensive in any way, at least not offensive to him, so he didn't mind this change to get to know the thoughts of the sister that ruled Eizen. ]

What, you mean him getting drunk? Sure, that happens to everyone eventually. That's not much of a big deal, I'd say.

[She stomps on his foot because he's expecting the third jab, but that doesn't stop her either.]

No, you raging moron. You got a Shepherd drunk. He's the vessel for more than one malak. Maybe you giving into malevolence is okay with you, but ruining a perfectly good vessel is not okay with me.

[ Someone is only wearing socks and sandals so foot stomps are pretty effective. But that bit of news he just got? Way more effective in grabbing Rokurou's attention. ]

Whoa, hold on now. He's a Shepherd?

[One of them is wearing an old pair of Eizen's boots and is an angry earth seraph, so those foot stomps better be effective.]

You were dropped on your head a lot, weren't you? What did you think he was? Some human we just hung around for fun?