.:A Brief Interlude:.

[ganymed]

Who: Ganymede and people.
What: It's a meeting.
Where: Mac Anu, Ganymede's McMansion.
When: 10/12
Warnings: Nothing yet.
MAC ANU ~ GANYMEDE'S MCMANSION



The everpresent afternoon sunset hangs, echoing picturesque across the glass windows apparent at each spot within the large building. In a large room full of tables and what not are heaps of various cuisine settled here or there. Seafood, pastas, drinks, the like; Mediterranean style so if nobody likes that...gomen.

Ganymede has made it clear that he prefers people to be here in order to get themselves together. Sorted, somehow. They're all acting with a sort of independence he seems disinterested in disturbing, but he wants the prospect of potential solutions to be floated along.

If someone has new information they can share, well, it is encouraged. If not, he hopes that they will at least participate in some way.

It now begins.

 

(( OOC Note: People will not be attacked by monsters once within the McMansion, including pool area. ))

Comments

[selfconcept]

I have. You can confirm this with Lily yourself.

[gluttoning]

Why?

[selfconcept]

I'll tell you if you can tell us the reason why you defended Lily without evidential basis.

[gluttoning]

Because I believe him. That's why.

[There's a slight rise in irritation in his voice.]

[selfconcept]

[ He sure can sense it. And unfortunately, it's not enough of an answer for Hien regarding the trade deal, but it does clue him in that Misteaks probably won't say anything further, like a warning. Hien isn't looking to fight anyone here for once, so he'll leave it be. If anyone else wants to interrogate him, that's on them.

But for Hien? He's out. He will drift along elsewhere. ]

[insinning]

Even knowing he's the one who sent Zelkova to the outer layer?

[Hien out, Sinclair in. He's not looking to start a fight, but everything needs to be answered as clearly as possible]

[gluttoning]

[Outer layer... does he mean the week where...

Misteak's eyes narrow.]

I don't know what you're talking about. He didn't have anything to do with what happened that week.

[insinning]

Why would Zelkova lie about that?

[There's only one time Zelkova has been completely absent]

not here

[selfconcept]

[ if you shit on zelkova's truthfulness he will kill someone ]

[gluttoning]

[He simply shrugs.]

Why would Lily?

[insinning]

Lily has every reason to lie about that to you.

[Like, aren't the reasons obvious?]

[gluttoning]

No. He doesn't.

[The irritation is becoming something almost visibly hostile now in how Misteaks straightens up.]

If Zelkova thinks Lily did that, and you believe him, then go ahead. But he didn't lie to me.

[insinning]

How do you know?

[Calm. Steady. Unflinching.]

When Mithrun 'died', Zelkova could have interfered and fixed that. Zelkova wont tell us anything he isn't certain of.

[gluttoning]

I just do.

[It's almost a snarl of a response as the normally stoic Misteaks suddenly takes two broad steps forward and grabs Vogel by the collar with a flare of temper.]

Don't go pointing fingers. It wasn't him.

[insinning]

Ah-

[Putting his hands on Misteak's wrists. His hold is surprisingly firm despite his size relative to Beel. His feet sure are dangling off the floor.]

--let go of me.

[gluttoning]

Why should I??

[It's like the fact that there is like 40 other people in here means Nothing to him right this second.

His grip only tightens, with a tense of muscle that tells he's either about to throw a punch or throw Sinclair.]

[alchemicalbirth]

[ excuse ]

[ganymed]

[ as a person who has assembled the meeting, HELLO?? ]

HEY! You're going too far!

[gluttoning]

[Seems either he can't hear or he doesn't care, because his attention is fully on Vogel now]

[dissimulative]

—Hey! Knock it off!

[ Oria was just watching, but you lay a hand on his Sinclair? ]

[dissimulative]

[ But also, damn. He trusts Sinclair to take care of himself and that headbutt?

10/10. There's a low whistle. ]

[userunfriendly]

[ There are enough voices of outrage. He's just stepping within five foot radius, briskly, and waiting for the answer. ]

[threatmewted]

[-?!]

Barrett, what the hell are you doing?!

[gluttoning]

[Who's Barrett, never heard of her.

Aka, Barrett is not reacting to the outcry.]

[trashtier]

[There aren't enough voices of outrage, actually, because big brother Levi's here to chime in with an attempt to stop him:]

H-Hey, Barrett, put him down! I'm pissed too, but this is too much!

[He knows where it's coming from, too. That's...well, that's family that Vogel is talking shit about.]