Not quite a yellow submarine, but... || September 19, 2063

[drakeyboy]

WHO: Drake, Hikaru, and the War Hounds
WHAT: The Hounds and their pet NPCs of the moment take a submarine up from the first of many sealed Avernian Gates
WHERE: Somewhere in the ocean, off the coasts of South America
WHEN: September 19, 2063 (7:00 PM to about 10:00 PM)
SAFE FOR WORK? Other than Drake's potty mouth? Probably.
OTHER NOTES: None!


[This submarine is typical Vice Military Solutions fare - that is, it's definitely more impressive than anything that the World of Light has to offer, but it's pretty average for any Keeper of the Vigil whose used to what Vice Enterprises has to offer with regard to transport.

You're all getting your own rooms to rest up in, and you have free reign of the ship right down to the bridge. You may want to lounge around in the large common area for crew and guests alike: it's got an impressive bar, and the cafeteria kitchen has been opened for your convenience.]


OOC NOTES
+ This post will both be for shenanigans with Drake and Hikaru, and for anything that you guys want to do with each other.
+ Make sure to label your threads accordingly on whether they're meant for just one person, or if they're open to all.

Comments

[larue]

[ And because he really doesn't think anything of it -- after all, it's not like it was done with any malicious intent: ]

You were curious about feelings. [ Matter of fact and with a small attempt to understand. Hikaru had explained to him that this was all... new. ] And it's not like there was anyone else that you could-- [ UM ] -- ask.

[ He really hopes that he's not giving any offense. He feels like he's tripping over what he wants to say. ]

[ktotheatothez]

Of course. Besides, I haven't managed to completely dry off. I take it you're watching someone?

[ He takes a seat at your feet, and looks up at you. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

Right.

[Looking decidedly nervous about something now, and he's not aware of it at all.

"I think it's safe to tell him, you know."

...]

[larue]

[ He's definitely catching that.

If he leans in, forgive him. If anything, that's genuine concern written all over his face. ]

Something wrong...?

[icarusalsoflew]

I would... I would rather not say at the time.

[They kind of just managed to apologize to each other and sort out the mess from their last real conversation.

Not yet.

"Suit yourself. But don't blame me if he actually presses the issue, or if he asks me."

...Mm.]

[larue]

[ And because, let's face it -- this is Josh.

He's reaching out before he can even think to do otherwise, and setting a hand over the one that Death has clenched on Hikaru's knee.

No words, just a silent offering of "okay," as the Sin-Eater offers a small smile as he looks up towards the abstract being currently using his significant other's body. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[...

You're definitely going to feel how he goes still underneath your touch before withdrawing rather minutely. And going for that cigarette.

"...Okay. That's not going to make him curious at all."

Please, Brother.

"Just saying."]

[larue]

[ Just because Josh's curiosity is piqued, doesn't necessarily mean that he's actually going to press. He can ask questions later, because right now, all he's seeing is how he is making Brother Death more uncomfortable.

Pulling back now, a soft: ] Sorry, [ passing his lips. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

It's fine. It's not your fault.

[It's all on him.

I am done here.

"Are you sure?"

...

"Right, of course."]

As things stand, that was all that I wished to tell you for the moment.

[larue]

[ He attempts a smile, but that only seems to underscore how he really hadn't intended on making Death feel uncomfortable. ]

Maybe we can... talk again sometime?

[ It sounds a little feeble, but nevertheless earnest. ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Nods, with a small smile of his own. The look in those eyes, though, is sad.]

Yes, please. I would like that.

[larue]

[ Nodding quietly now, gaze falling to his hands. ]

I guess I'll see you then.

[icarusalsoflew]

If circumstances permit.

[He's killing that cigarette now, and leaning back. Those eyes shut for longer than a blink, and --

Well. It's pretty obvious who is back in the next moment. Those red rings are gone, and Hikaru's... well. He's smiling at you a different way.]

You okay?

[With that look that says that yes, he heard everything, as promised.]

[larue]

Yeah.

[ It's the kind of 'yeah,' that's actually a 'could be better,' but he's not going to complain. The exchange has left him a little quiet, but you heard anyway, so... ]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Okay.

Leaning in to catch your lips with his, soft and gentle and coaxing. When he withdraws, he's keeping his eyes right on yours.

No, you don't have to say anything. But he is here to make you feel better if you need him to be.]

[larue]

[ There are things he'd like to say.

It just feels impolite to voice them since the party in question happens to be attached to you. So instead, he'll give your hand a squeeze. ]

I should... let you get back to your rounds.

[atlas_shrugged]

[ Brig notes the stark contrast between his words and his gulping ]

Old or not, sir, I'm sure there are a whole lot of people aside from myself glad to see you back on the field. [ Brig remembers the astonished look on Taning's face when a cleaned-up Drake Badd walked into their view. ]

[drakeyboy]

Well, they shouldn't be TOO happy. Won't look good if I end up doing the job FOR them.

[Making a disgusted noise.]

Kids these days. Better than they used to be, but still not up to snuff.

[bostova]

[ And this... this is where Yulia gives up holding the tears back and sobs on Taning's shoulder. It was like that time, in Norway, when Joshua had pulled her in and she cried over the Makhai's graves. She just can't take all of these emotions, anymore. It hurt too much, and she's kept it in for so long...

Cherish the moment (or not), Taning. This only happens once in a lifetime. ]

[bostova]

Of course, of course.

[ She gives a small laugh as she leans back on her seat and... then she's quiet, staring off on the lone ash tray.

She's so bad at this.

So, so horrible.

She sighs, long, troubled; fingers tracing the length of the Makhai knife's hilt. She was eventually going to have to say it anyway. She takes a deep breath (for courage, she reasons to herself). ]

I do not want to have to kill him. Marcin, I mean. [ Her voice is soft, like she's given up already. Except she hasn't. She'd already cried about it earlier, with Taning, and that was... exhausting. Hopefully she doesn't tear up a second time tonight. ] I don't want to, but I will, if I have to.

[icarusalsoflew]

Only if you're sure that you'll be okay on your own.

[Saying that firmly. He could hang out with you this entire ride and do his work later.]

[icarusalsoflew]

[Watching that and - later on - listening to that. The smile on his face has softened, and the look in his eyes has gone a little dark.]

Nobody wants to put down a friend, no matter how far gone they end up being when shit hits the fan.

[Saying it like he gets it - and he does. Every Keeper of the Vigil worth their salt did, and every Keeper of the Vigil worth their salt also understood how hard it was to watch their own comrades wrestle with problems like this.]

[bladeweaver]

[He will just... stay there with you until the tears stop, stroking your hair gently, comfortingly.

There is nothing else to be said, nothing else to be done. Except this, he supposes. Except to offer the meager comfort of a hug from someone who understands. Who dreads the same thing you do.

Who doesn't want your roles reversed, someday.

Wow, you're crying a lot. Maybe he's going to have to hurt this Marcin guy on general principles.]

[bostova]

[ She's-- she's crying more because Taning chooses to stay and comfort her, instead of leaving her alone. And also partly because she doesn't want to lose hope that there is another way to save Marcin, other than killing him, for good.

It'll be a while before she stops, before she remembers that it's Taning she's crying on, and then she'll push herself away, wiping at her tears and forcing herself to calm down with a muttered apology. ]

[bostova]

Isn't there any other way? [ She looks at him, all sorts of scared and nerves and hope. ] Is... is there anything I could do to-- to-- [ Save him. Convince him to stop. Something. ]