[Action] Complaint #3, Referendum A1

[brothersboots]

Who: Edna and others
Broadcast: No
Action: The Blameless and the Iskaulit
When: 9/3-9/7

The Blameless, 9/3

[After so many months on the ship with her brother and the humans that seemed to come and go as they pleased, Edna's gotten used to people who can see her. She knows that she still doesn't show up well on the communicators because they just don't have any resonance, but that doesn't matter to her one bit. It's much more interesting to be the disembodied voice over the little machines in her opinion.

Since Calibrations, the fact that she's so far from Rayfalke after spending nearly her entire life on the mountainside has left her feeling listless. The last system didn't help with its distinct lack of anything truly natural on the planet's surface. Jobs on the farms with Sorey helped, but she's just not that easily satisfied. She never has been, if you ask Eizen or Zaveid.

Her slow-building irritation isn't helped by the disruption being put off by the newer system they approach. If anything, it's worsened. And where she would normally walk around silently, moving between her room with her small collection of things from her friends and the Atroma, the personnel office that makes up her "duties",and the ship's kitchen. As the days drag on, her footsteps grow heavier, shaking the ship's floor for yards around her.]

Move. You're in the way. [Manners are overrated. Sorry, shipmates.]

The Iskaulit, 9/4

[She can't stand the ships and the confinement and the lack of fresh air. And so she's taken a shuttle to the Iskaulit to find an area to stretch her legs. She'd offered to help that Hawke woman with her strange sage-like herb, but she hasn't started yet with the irritation in the air as of late.

She stops when she reaches an area that's open and bare. It's big enough for her to let out all of her frustration on. Honestly, it's perfect. She removes her communicator from the pouch she's taken to carrying and sends out two identical texts to Mikleo and Eizen. "I'm on the Iskaulit. Come to the big open area on the other side of the ship from Malum." Then she prepares to wait.]

The Iskaulit, 9/7

[Anyone visiting the large ship over the last three days will not have missed all of the noise coming from this previously abandoned area and should they arrive, they'll find the small Earth Seraph staring at the scene of chaos with a sort of half-pleased smile on her face.

Until she's interrupted by someone she doesn't immediately know.]

Do you need help with something?

Comments

[brothersboots]

[It was only a matter of time before one of the Wind Seraph finally showed up. The fact that it's Dezel doesn't surprise her, considering he does spent a great deal of time at the bar run by that Crowley person.

He might be blind, but there's absolutely nothing wrong with his senses of smell and hearing.

She closes her eyes against the soft breeze, having missed the feel of true wind on these ships. And since she's enjoying the whole "nature" aspect of everything, she takes a minute to respond.]

Where you expecting Lailah on a mountainside?

[Although, he did face off against her on Rayfalke, so that's not too outside the realm of possibility.]

[sylphystia]

[He snorts at that.]

No. I thought it could be your brother.

[Curious fellow, that Eizen. Dezel learned through calibrations and speaking with others that Eizen is cursed, but it seems to be a similar-yet-different sort of thing... He's still not sure how he feels about the seraph. Acknowledging their similarity might also mean acknowledging that without Rose, Dezel might've become a dragon himself.]

Not sure I can do anything for your hill. [But it's an offer, if she wants.]

[brothersboots]

[She cracks a tiny smile at his snort. It's so rare that he sounds anything but cranky like her that it's a bit of a triumph when she makes him laugh.]

You obviously don't know my brother that well.

[It's okay. Here, they seem to have the time to get to know each other. It's strange, but she's always felt...okay around Dezel.]

It's not a hill.

[sylphystia]

You're right, I don't. He's hard to pin down. Stuff breaks when he's around, doesn't it?

[He wonders how it feels to have her once-dragon brother here and well. It must be a little like when Dezel showed up out of the blue. Sometimes he wishes Lafarga were here, but only sometimes; it would cause more problems than it would solve, certainly.]

A rock formation?

[Now he's just being obstinate.]

[brothersboots]

Sometimes.

[Landslides, sudden falls, lots of hellions showing up; she's lived through it all with Eizen around and she would have lived through any other amount of idiotic accidents for him. But you can't change the past.]

He's like you in that regard.

[She snorts under her breath at his purposeful idiocy.]

I guess that's a name for it, if you're being stupid.

[Which he also does really well.]

[sylphystia]

I'm not a walking disaster. [A pause.] Mostly.

[The ship hasn't exploded or crashed anywhere since he's been on it.]

Is there a word for something that's bigger than a hill but smaller than a mountain?

[brothersboots]

[She knows he can't see it, but he'll know when she smiles. It's not a very nice smile, but it's 1000000% her.]

I'm pretty sure there's some evidence to contradict that statement, Dezel. However, if all else fails, you two can talk about bugs.

And the words you're looking for are "rock formation".

[sylphystia]

[Oh, he knows. It's something a little in her tone, in the way her mouth turns up at the edges and that changes the sound. The breeze dances a little on her nose and confirms his suspicions.]

I'm not some kind of walking encyclopedia. If he's a bug nut, he probably knows more than I do.

[Doubtful.

Also turning his words back on him, shit, he walked right into that.]

But you said-- [oh god damn it] ... whatever.

[brothersboots]

[It's not like she's trying to keep the fact that she's laughing at him a secret. She doesn't like those.]

I'm sure you can find something to talk about.

[Cursed blessings, questionable taste in friends, Zaveid, bugs.... something. They're a lot alike.

But him leaving himself wide open like that makes her giggle a bit, softly.]

I didn't think you or Zaveid would want to help.

[sylphystia]

[If she wants him to try to be friends with Eizen, then it's a request he actually has to consider. Not because he has any particularly strong opinions on Eizen, but because that sort of implies that Edna finds them similar. Ah, hell.

He'll think about that later. For now... her giggle is rare (and honestly kind of cute), so that commands his attention.]

... What kind of stupid assumption is that? [It comes off a little harsher than he means, but this is Edna; she can handle it.] Of course I would've helped.

I'm not some lumphead who lays around and naps whenever he feels like it.

[brothersboots]

[It's rare to hear her laugh at all now, true, but she's less burdened now that Eizen is freed on Desolation and here on the Fleet at the same time. She literally has the best of both worlds, even if Sorey is dumb a lot.

And while others might be offended by Dezel's tone, she doesn't give a crap. She knows he's secretly a sap just like the rest of them.]

Fine, you can help now. I want a breeze to blow gently through those trees.

[sylphystia]

[At least they're both particularly reluctant to show positive emotion. It's something they've always understood, a taciturn agreement of sorts.

When she asks for a favor, he doesn't even have to snap his fingers. He twitches them as if pulling something gently into his hands. A cool breeze tumbles through the branches, making the trees erupt with chattering leaves. One of the leaves falls, so the wind chases it around and around the hill. It will keep doing that for a while; there's a little ball of wind mana bumping along the rocks like a tumbleweed.]

Better?

[He tucks his hat down.]

[brothersboots]

[she waits while he works. If he's going to do her a solid, she can at least not be irritating to others for a few minutes.

When he's done, she goes over to the trees and lets the wind ruffle her hair a bit. While it's not quite like the breezes on Rayfalke, nothing is and the fresh air is a nice change from the recycled air that is pumped through the vents on all the ships.]

It'll do.

[He should know that's thanks under Edna's standard method of communication.]

There are cookies.

[sylphystia]

[Yes, he does. And he's not expecting to be thanked for what he did, nor is he expecting the offer of cookies. He pauses.]

You didn't put chili flakes or something in them, did you?

[Listen, he has a right to know, considering some of the stuff she's inflicted on the party.]

[brothersboots]

[Edna jabs Dezel with her umbrella, insulted beyond measure.

See if you get another thank you ever again, idiot.]

Kate made them.

And that's rude.