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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[senseandcecilbility]

[He lets out a tiny little sigh, reminded of his conversation with Break.]

He is indeed a thief.

[soul_sister]

.... I have more but I don't know if anywhere is safe from the table monster....

[senseandcecilbility]

[Kevin gives the table a complicated smile.]

It is perfectly fine. I owe him pastries anyway.

[soul_sister]

You can pay them out to me. Absolve his debt.

[senseandcecilbility]

Oh? I wonder if it would not be more appropriate to bake pastries for both of you.

[This much he has learned about children: please all of them equally and they won't fight among themselves...much.]

[soul_sister]

That wont be as satisfying.

[senseandcecilbility]

Now, now, sister. Mercy is too a virtue.

[soul_sister]

I'm going for old style retribution.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He looks away at that, unsure about what to say next. V-very old style.

At last, he manages a smile.]

What are your favorite flavors?

[He doesn't know if tastes have changed that much in half a century. What if in the future eggplant cakes have become extremely popular?]

[soul_sister]

[The looking away means Kevin might only catch a flash of a thoughtful look on her face before it's overtaken by the promise of baked goods.]

Strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, blueberry, cinnamon, peach, cranberry, sugar...

[senseandcecilbility]

[He completely misses it, fortunately. Instead, he laughs at her reply.]

Sister, sugar is not a flavor, is it?

[soul_sister]

It could be.

[senseandcecilbility]

I shall mediate upon that. Would you like to help me wash the dishes?

[One more sane and domestic thing to do before our mission of bad decisions?]

[soul_sister]

Mmm. I don't mind.

[She stands up and pushes her chair in.]

[senseandcecilbility]

[Kevin seems much happier like that, doing normal things that only require soap and water.]

[soul_sister]

[She's pretty handy with it herself, humming a few moments while filling up the sinks and setting up the drying tray. There's no one in the kitchen area, after a quick check.]

You know, we came up with a song for Uriel, too.

[senseandcecilbility]

[A wet dish slips from Kevin's hand and hits the floor with a loud clatter. He immediately stoops to pick up the shards.]

...Oh? You did?

[soul_sister]

[Well that answers that.]

Oh jeeze. Here, let me get the rest.

[senseandcecilbility]

[He laughs, nervously, and stands up again. This time, he is clearly avoiding her eyes.]

It is alright.

1/3

[soul_sister]

Well, finally: You're right.

It IS all right. Did you think something would change?

[soul_sister]

You're still fussy, kind of annoying sometimes when you get all stubborn, a terrible liar, and a friend of mine.

[soul_sister]

...

I want to see the sword sometime, though.

[senseandcecilbility]

[This is most certainly a bet he has lost.]

...

...

[He feels like sobbing on her, really. He is so grateful. To be friends with someone like him. Does she even have any idea of what she is dealing with?]

...W-why the sword, of all things?

[Let's face it. He should be glad she is not demanding the keys to hell.]

[soul_sister]

Who wouldn't? It's like a combination of the two best things: Swords and fire.

... Okay second best things. Guns are really overlooked as holy weapons. Someone ought to change that.

[senseandcecilbility]

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N-No.

[Referring to all those things, indiscriminately.]