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Stick a Fork in Me

Who: Katie McCoy and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide.
Action: Vanquish, Iskaulit, Malum
When: Today!

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Just a moment--

[She'd apologise for the deafening thunk of a very solid piece of metal striking the floor in front of your screens, but she's in too bad a mood. It's the business end of a battle axe, runes inscribed along the metal edge and the weapon far too ridiculously big for a person like Katie to use. In fact, it's not temper that made her slam the stupid thing into the floor. She just can't lift it for very long, it's too goddamned heavy.

(Especially for someone who's been out cold for nearly three months, and this is what she comes back to?)]

Now. Who's responsible for this? Where did you get it?

[Anyone who saw any Tully-related flashbacks in calibrations will recognise the weapon for his. Otherwise, the runework is distinctly Scandinavian (Younger Futhark, to be precise) if there are any geeks in the audience.

...also, that's from the Atroma and it's been sitting in the cargo bay for months. Merry belated Christmas? She really appreciates it. Honest.]

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[In person, one can find Katie either dragging said stupid axe back to her quarters on the Vanquish, down at the fox park on the Iskaulit, or lurking at a table in Malum and getting really drunk, which is possibly not wise but par for the course.]

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Katie. Don't humor me.

[But that's said without any anger or passion. She's actually sort of grateful to have someone to poke fun at her again. Even if she doesn't sound appreciative.]

So, besides playing with the vulpine, do you have any plans?

[Well, she was only half-humouring her. She knows some ancient morons of her own. But she can hardly clarify, so she gives an easy shrug.]

Unsure. Perhaps I'll sit here forever and overthink things. I shall have to remain perfectly sober while doing so.

[Maybe they should put all the ancient morons together and throw them off the edge of the world. It might do some good for a few places.]

I've never seen the point in drinking, but then again, I like my brain cells, such as they are. Besides, I do all my best overthinking on a mountain.

[It's nice talking to someone you know will flip what you say.]

I drink all the time. It's only special occasions I like to be sober. Just in case.

[She really just wants to stop thinking about Tully's axe.]

[Well, the charm of Edna is that she does that with everyone. It's only with Katie that it happens to be necessary to get anywhere in a conversation.]

Hm, yes, you're practically a fish. A stumbling drunkard who does nothing but make stupid videos after you take too long naps with overly large weapons and then plays with near-dogs.

Must be why I took a shining to you.

[It's an opening if Katie wants it.]

[Katie smiles at that. It's a less guarded one, genuine appreciation.

It fades after a moment.]

Do you remember those silly calibrations rooms? [Of course she does.] Where I learned the importance of always being honest?

[As a rule, Edna doesn't talk much about the Calibrations. No good comes of looking too closely at what anyone saw in them. Especially not what it says about her. She does, however, know exactly what Katie is talking about.

That scene is as vivid as one of Edna's own memories in her long life.]

I remember it. [She cocks her head to the side.] Why?

Do you remember the man who was trying to tell me not to?

[Her smile is thin.] He'd have been more successful if he threatened me with an axe.

The big, weird guy....

[Like she has room to talk. Eizen, Zaveid, Sergei, Heldalf, they all fit that description. Especially Kittybeard.]

I dunno. I think it's possible that you're related to Eizen. The axe might not work anymore than words.

It might be fun being related to Eizen. Wouldn't that make you my little sister?

Being related to Eizen is a pain in my foot. You might like it more. And I suppose it would make us sisters, if seraph families worked the way that humans' do.

And humans have such a perfect model, too.

[Says the girl with no blood relations who remember she exists.]

How do seraph families work?

Eh, it's overrated.

[Says the seraph who's seen humans sell out their own family for ephemeral things like power and money.]

I think the term is 'found family'. With my dumb brother and I, it was just knowing that we were the same fundamentally. Not every Earth Seraph born on Rayfalke was going to be compatible and put up with Eizen's personality.

Ahh.

[...]

Hmm. I suppose that could make Tully my found brother. Or uncle. Or nephew. Depending.

Maybe you could just call him your aunt. It fits more with your personality.

[Have a self-satisfied smirk, Katie-Cat.]

I'm sure he's been an aunt at some point.

[Well, it's possible. Neither of them have been completely the one gender over the centuries. But she grins back, anyway.]

Perhaps I'll do it when I see him next. It would be worth it just to see that aggrieved face.

I'm sure he's been a monkey's uncle too.

[Or at least a cat's.]

If you see him and you call him Aunt Tully, record it. Some of us need more to entertain us.

Auntie Tully.

It does have a nice ring, doesn't it? I'm sure it will be a wonderful introduction to the Fleet if he ever does come here.

[She kinda hopes he does. It's going to be a very long time, if ever, she gets to see him again otherwise.]

How appropriate. I'll make sure to welcome him if he does show up.

[She'll be extra special and super sweet. She won't even draw blood. At first.]

Just like I hope you'll help me welcome any of my friends.

[Tully's had centuries of having to deal with Katie as a precocious brat. He'll manage.]

Are you sure? A pooka's welcome is often a very interesting thing. [The most innocent of looks.]

[Eh, but Edna has the added benefit of three humans, three other seraph and a hellion as her welcome committee. Tully will have his hands full.

But it would be fun. For her.]

You've met my idiots. I could take less stupid. Besides, new faces around here are always welcome. They always ask the same questions.

One wonders why nobody has played bingo based on their questions, honestly.

[...now there's a thought. A mean one.]

What makes you think someone hasn't?

[Edna frowns, curious.]

Bingo is some sort of checklist, right?

If they have, they've been very quiet about it and I'm very disappointed in them.

[Grin.]

You could say that. It's a little harder to explain, all things considered.

What's stopping us from making one then? If they aren't sharing, why shouldn't we strike out on our own?

[Yes, she's serious. Somewhat.]

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