PRE-MISSION MEET AND GREET | Closed

[soul_sister]

Date & Time: October 6th, noonish
Location: The cafeteria
Characters: Rosette, Chrono, Satella, Break, Kevin, Watari, Tatsumi, Allen Walker, Maya, Link and Tempest
Summary: Pre-Mission meet up and strategy
Warnings: NONE

[For those sitting at the long table in the back, your lunch space is likely disturbed by a nun spreading out multiple schematics and documents. While most of the conversation with her tiny, almost ever present companion is muted, her voices raises with exasperation.]

I like the first one best... but you're right, it's not a two man job.

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[overclocking]

[ Chrono eyes him for a long moment, then nods. He doesn't have to sound so reluctant about it, but- ]

How are you feeling?

[senseandcecilbility]

[He is taken aback by the question. ]

B-Better. Sister Rosette has helped.

[Did she tell the demon what happened? That is a little embarrassing to say the least.]

[overclocking]

[ Water is wet. The sky is blue. And little that happens to or around Rosette will go unnoticed by Chrono for very long. ]

Good... she was worried.

I should have listened more closely to what you said that day.

[ Chrono won't repeat it, for discretion's sake, but Kevin's admission of being theirs seems like it has more meaning now, rather than being the idle nonsense of a drunken angel. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

...

[Well, the levels of awkwardness are increasing really fast. Kevin wonders if he just looks down at his tea cup the demon will go away. See, he is no longer drinking in public because of Chrono. Scarred for life, this angel is.]

[overclocking]

[ Well. He's not going to complain about traumatizing people into being responsible. ]

... Um.

Are you alright?

[senseandcecilbility]

You have already asked that.

[Damnit.]

Do you want cookies? We have decent cookies now.

[overclocking]

...

[ What just happened. ]

Sure.

I hadn't heard the good cookie news.

[senseandcecilbility]

[An angel trying to be civil to a demon. That is what just happened. ]

Mister Gilbert and I have been trying to come up with more palatable recipes.

[Because our technologically deprived imaginations have led us to wonder whether the Initiative was recycling the food.]

[overclocking]

Gilbert? [ Almost says "Oz's Gilbert" before correcting himself. ] Gilbert Nightray?

I've heard he's a really good cook, actually.

[senseandcecilbility]

[Oz's Gilbert would have worked just fine.]

Y-yes, he is actually an excellent cook.

[He considers snatching the cookies away from him. Don't go corrupting the only sane and normal person in this madhouse, demon.]

[overclocking]

... You seem a little... tense.

[ He's being an asshole, and he knows it. In this particular case, he doesn't really care. It's harmless.

Pushes the cookies over, pointedly. ]

You should have some, yourself.

[senseandcecilbility]

I am...not tense. [He says, grinding his teeth.

He takes a deep, calming breath. Maturity. He is the superior being here.]

A-alright. I will have...some cookies.

[overclocking]

[ Pleasantly, ] Good idea.

And maybe some more tea, too. It's good for calming nerves.

[senseandcecilbility]

I am not nervous!

[Besides, only herbal tea is good for calming nerves. Chamomile, lemon balm, valerian, passionflower, blue vervain, motherwort... He remembers painfully well.

Kevin hates herbal tea, for reasons.]

[overclocking]

I never said that you were. [ Technically. ] I just made a comment about the benefits of tea.

[ ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE NOT NERVOUS KEVIN. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[I AM PERFECTLY FINE SHUTUP.]

It is rather unfortunate that the benefits of tea do not include the end of plans that go against the laws of nature.

[overclocking]

[ He raises an eyebrow at that, and seems to relent on some of his dickery. ]

'Against the laws of nature'?

[senseandcecilbility]

[Kevin shrugs, staring at the gathering group with increasing concern. He is not unfamiliar with the crowds fake miracles can gather.]

Time should not be tampered with by humans.

[overclocking]

[ This isn't the first time he's heard this opinion. Chrono can't quite subscribe to it; he was raised from birth to tamper with the timestream, with his very own hands. But the sentiment behind it is easy enough to understand. ]

Humans will always do things they aren't supposed to. [ Subjective as that is. ] It's what got them into this mess in the first place.

If there aren't any readily available miracles, they're going to resort to sins. And it might just save lives.

[senseandcecilbility]

I say, that is exactly the sort of reasoning one would expect from a demon.

[See, that is the problem with hell, and he is not taking this conversation personally at all.]

The resurrection of the dead is a rather infrequent miracle, and with good reason. Human beings are supposed to overcome their ordeals and build a better future for themselves, not obsess about changing the past.

[No matter how painful said past is.]

[overclocking]

[ And that's exactly the kind of cruelty he would expect from a messenger of the heaven that abandoned them in the first place.

His hopes of a decent, civil answer are shattered by the ensuing fit of derisive laughter. ]

[senseandcecilbility]

[What a terrible sound.]

This is no laughing matter.

[It is his people who is supposed to remain dead.]

[overclocking]

[ The laughter subsides, but the bitter irony does not. The answering smile is positively laced with it. ]

You're right. People who stand above humanity and want to decide what's right for them without walking beside them are the worst; there's nothing funny about that at all. [ He tries to ignore the cold-burning anger in his gut, and though the tone is pleasant enough, he really wants to shout it to the metal rafters of this (literally) god-forsaken moon base. ]

Down here on the ground, we're going to do our best to create that future you were just talking about, because it doesn't exist otherwise.

[soul_sister]

[Her attention snapped away from her conversation at the sound of Chrono's laughter. It's an unusual thing to start... but that tone...

Whether or not Chrono even hears her approach really doesn't matter. He really can't stop this.

WHAM!

She shoves his face into the table.]

How about we work on that plan! Rather than fight about it!

[overclocking]

[ EXCUSE YOU ROSETTE Chrono was working on the plan and it was called no angels invited. But his face does, predictably, meet table, which successfully stalls anything he was going to say or do.

He doesn't even bother trying to sit up; just stays there, sullen and cowed. He's at least wise enough to realize that this isn't a conversation to have in front of Rosette, anyway. ]