.: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

[insinning]

Harald Hoerwick...no, I can still say it without pain.

[ What is happening? ]

[tablescraps]

( ... )

... 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. )

[insinning]

Mithrun-!

[ 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...?

[threatmewted]

[Holy shit! Good thing Vogel seems on it.]


...dv?

[insinning]

... I'm still talking to Zelkova. But it would explain why Zelkova seems uncertain about what can be said about DV--Lily.

[ Thinking]

...If 'H' is the father, and DV seems to have cursed his name, what about Emma Wielant?

[gluttoning]

[Since this is before Barrett lost his absolute shit he at least grinds out an answer from his teeth where he's knelt on the ground:]

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.

[threatmewted]

What do you mean, couldn't exist without her?

[gluttoning]

Said she... could be his mother. But he never knew her.

[threatmewted]

...Are his memories of her missing? Or is it just because she died?

[gluttoning]

[He shakes his head, gritting his teeth.]

She was j....just a poet. I think... she's a reason he exists, but not... not as much as the Progenitor was--

[Ahhhhhhhhgh okay no we're not finishing that thought apparently, he is having some quality time between his skull and both his hands.]

[threatmewted]

[Worrying...

She'll crouch down next to him, sighing.]

...Sorry. I'll stop for now.

[gluttoning]

[He hums his response from between his grip in his hands, a strangled but relieved sound.]

Ngh... Thank you...

Can barely think...

[insinning]

[ ??? Ahhhh ???? ]

...Lily couldn't exist without Emma, you mean? But he hates Mr. H, who did care about Emma.

[ Lets go with what Dehya decided on]

[gluttoning]

[A nod, shallow. There'a a deep irritation that crests off him at the amount of discomfort he's under but clearly nothing will come of that.]

Was... deeply in love with her. Obsessed.

[insinning]

...and Lily hates that. Him. And therefore, CCCorp.

[ He frowns]

Did this all exist before them? With Emma?

[gluttoning]

Don't know. [He swallows hard, hand clenching into his hair.]

Said that... that man is, m-more... more inside Fragment than he is o-out of it...

That he's his child, just as much as F-Fragment is.

[insinning]

... inside Fragment. Because there are traces of him everywhere. The coding, you mean?

[tablescraps]

( His breaths are just kind of shaky and not great. He doesn't acknowledge the water; he barely acknowledges Sinclair. He is quiet for a few moments, a creature of pain, and it doesn't quite seem to subside.

Muttering, but audible: )

... Why am I telling you this...?

[insinning]

... because it's important. Weren't we glitch hunting, Mithrun?

[Ah. He doesn't like this at all]

You remember what happened to you. Are you willing to let that go?

[tablescraps]

... "We"...?

( Not lifting his head, eyes screwed shut, the headache pulsing, radiating, nya ears flat, tail curled around him, )

... You have Oria now. For everything.

[insinning]

... everything?

[ He glances around, and feels his temper spike. Sinclair lets out a slow breath, kneeling down and yanking Mithrun's hands down from his head]

Look at me. I can't believe you're saying that. Oriade is important to me, that's true. But that doesn't make anyone else less important. Or anything else I want, or believe in.

[tablescraps]

( Ah - a sharp sound at the sudden and unwelcome reintroduction of light, but he gets Mithrun's bleary vision on him, at least. )

... I told you to talk to me. I told you to come to me. But you didn't. I came back, and everything changed with you.

You don't trust my opinion at all, do you?

[insinning]

Of course I do. I wouldn't be doing anything of this if it weren't for you.

[ Mithrun's influence. Mithrun's guidance, whether either of them knew it. He holds Mithrun's hands tightly. Harder than usual]

I didn't come to you because I was afraid of being weak. Over-reliant. I wanted to be stronger, for you, for everyone. For me.

[tablescraps]

( Faint surprise crosses his features - it wavers there, with uncharacteristic hesitation.

His gaze drops down to their hands, like he has to see it to comprehend the sensation. His brows furrow. )

... Why does being stronger for me mean going away from me?

( Lord Partizans, man... )

[insinning]

...does it really seem that way?

[ A pause. He doesn't think Mithrun is just talking about him]

Because sometimes no matter how much people love each other, we need to go our own way. And you need to trust us to come back.

[ Even with him and Oria, it's already been accepted by both of them they'll be separated for a long time, many times over.]