.:A Brief Interlude:.
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. ))
What: It's a meeting.
Where: Mac Anu, Ganymede's McMansion.
When: 10/12
Warnings: Nothing yet.

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.




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Say it again.
[His tone is strangely sharp...]
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... Harald Hoerwick— Ah.
( He gasps, pained, eyes screwing shut as he kneads his palm against his forehead, like he'd experienced sudden feedback, and it's resounding still in his head. For someone who doesn't usually register the pain he's in, it's especially difficult to deal with. )
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[And, it disproves the most obvious possible theory, which apparently delights Matoba.]
[He leans towards Mithrun and gives him a little tap on the nose.] Good testing. Thank you.
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... Can you say his name?
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Since you spoke to DV— ( his brows furrow, lips pursing, ) ... in your inbox, or since later than that?
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[His eyes narrow viciously.] But you already knew that, Mithrun-san.
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grandpafor getting in on this testing]...when did you learn this?
[What the hell]
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Hm? When did I learn what?
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[More mandarins for grandpa]
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So I chose a different method.
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[Sinclair is avoiding it for now but]
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[He jerks a thumb back at Mithrun and Steaks both writhing in pain over there.]
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[Looking at Makoto with a frown]
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But perhaps Mithrun-san can enlighten us. [He's quite eager to learn, himself!]
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[ What is happening? ]
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... I learned about H— ( ah, ah, ah, ah, second palm to the head, a ringing... the sentence cuts off and restarts in the middle of somewhere else: ) ... his father... ( and then again: ) Zelkova's brother—
( That might be all you're getting out of him right now. He's on that couch with his knees drawn up and his hands to his forehead, as if to soothe the pain. )
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[ Sinclair jerks forward, kneeling by Mithrun's side. Ah. This was bad]
Stop. Don't say it anymore.
[Water for Mithrun too]
Zelkova's brother... you mean...?
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...dv?
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[ Thinking]
...If 'H' is the father, and DV seems to have cursed his name, what about Emma Wielant?
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He... doesn't care about Emma. Har-- [Fuck, fuck, OW].... T-t-the other one did. He doesn't. He c-couldn't exist without her.
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Muttering, but audible: )
... Why am I telling you this...?
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[Ah. He doesn't like this at all]
You remember what happened to you. Are you willing to let that go?
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( Not lifting his head, eyes screwed shut, the headache pulsing, radiating, nya ears flat, tail curled around him, )
... You have Oria now. For everything.
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