[closed]

[scornful]

Date & Time: The Children's Crusades, 1212 [07/28-07/30, Exsilium Time]
Location: San Pietro Island off Sardinia
Characters: Catsovi e Viciro (scornful), Syllona (lexiconning)
Summary: *GERARD WAY VOICE* or more helpfully, mission
Warnings: WE ARE ROLLING IN THE BLOOD OF DEAD CHILDREN, MANY, MANY OF THEM

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[ arrival ]
[ crash ]

Comments

[lexiconning]

That's really morbid.[ Her attention flicks once between Cat and the captain. ]

...Are we close?

[scornful]

[ Cat just throws his head back and laughs. Morbid. Right.

But he cuts himself off at the last question and straightens up to look into the distance, raising a hand as if to shield his blind eyes from the sunless sky. His expression is dead serious for a moment -- before he smiles again. ]

I don't know. You tell us, captain.

[ The captain mumbles something, sullen and defeated. Catsovi slowly turns his empty gaze on the man, his expression unchanged.

The captain repeats his answer, louder, clearer. 'Yes.' Cat gives a small shrug. ]

And there you have it. Which means... ah... I assume the Initiative will be pulling is back before we go down with the ship.

[lexiconning]

[ She squints at him, at his laughter and that sighted gesture, Syllona doesn't comment on it though.

Like before, she avoids looking at the captain, finding a particular knot in the plank floor to stare at. Glare at. ]

They had better. I mean... you don't think they'd betray us, right?