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.: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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...?
Harald Hoerwick.
[It comes out just as easy. But there's an audible inhale taken this time as the last syllable leaves his mouth, eyes screwing shut.]
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[A tiny, satisfied smile.]
However, the conditions are not fully set. [Pending test results on Mithrun again....!]
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Meanwhile Barrett just sinks to the floor with a hand to his head because ooooooogh.]
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W-W-What's going on?! Why's that happening?!
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[Not totally true, but not quite a lie!] It may take some testing... Why don't you give the name a whirl, Levi-kun?
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[He's genuinely mad, oh no.]
And I already said his name.
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[Obviously not taking his anger seriously,]
Perhaps, I may.
However, do you really wish to make such things known at this juncture, before he is ready?
[He gestures towards Mithrun, loosely. You get the idea, right, Levi-kun?]
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[He follows Matoba's gesture...and he gets it. He doesn't like it, but he gets it.
Tail still flicking angrily, he turns back to Matoba with a glare.]
They better recover from this quickly.
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[Eyeroll! Hien is right about ya'll, learn some self-determination, will you.]
Of course, I have no control over all that. You'll have to take that up with him.
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Yeah, but they were clearly already messed up and you made it worse, you dick.
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...I see. Ah, let's take this as an example, actually.
If you stub your toe on a door, you learn the pain, and typically you learn not to do it again. If you stub your toe on the same spot again, are you going to blame... the door?
They say that AI learn from human input. So, are you saying your brother is less than that?
Is your brother less capable of learning than him, Levi-kun?
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[And apparently this meeting is turning into "the Blakes want to throw down" now because Levi's pissed off enough to take a swipe at Matoba with his tail.]
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[Under it is evidence of a long, not-old scar that extends down from his still hidden right eye, and to match it, a bright red Wavemark shaped just like his.]
[The force of the hit causes him to stumble slightly, but Matoba just grins, chuckle building low in his chest.]
Isn't it?
[He flicks away the drip of blood that reaches down to his chin in the wake of the hit, the smirk not wiped off his face in the slightest.] Then, are you saying that your brother is so weak-willed that he cannot refuse my request? Are you saying that he is so dull that he cannot learn from the first pain? Is he too naive? Too trusting?
Which is it, Leviathan-kun?
Are you saying that he cannot be trusted to make decisions for himself?
[Matoba's eye half-lids, sharp.] After you let him stumble into all of this? That, I would have to agree with.
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...but it never happens, because Matoba's face comes into view, and that laugh rattles right through him.]
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Shut up.
[It has very nearly dulled his senses by the time Matoba finishes.]
Shut up, shut up, shut up--
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Shit.
Teeth bared, he shoots Matoba a glare before ripping himself away from this confrontation.]
We're not done here.
[Except they will be. For now.]
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She doesn't move, but that viciousness Matoba was hoping to see starts to surface in the way she looks at him. Sharp eyes, honed in on him and him only, with the face of someone who looks like she's ready to rip his throat out. But, she refrains, and instead chooses to seek Levi out, unaware of how deeply her nails had dug into her palms.
She will remember this. ]
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Time to just stay on the floor for a while.]
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