.: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

[dissimulative]

[ Oria goes to sit next to Sinclair, reaching out with a hand to gently pat his head. ]

You were really into getting to the bottom of everything, so I don't blame you.

[ Oria was watching everyone, so it was pretty easy to notice Misteaks's ever increasing irritation about the accusations. Same thing with Levi. He expected things to explode at some point. ]

How are you feeling?

[insinning]

Tired. Really tired.

[Leaning into that touch, shoulder to shoulder. Not as close as he would have if they were together in private but closer than he would most people]

... There's a lot to be worried about, more than I thought.

[His forehead is a little bruised. He hadn't held back at all]

[dissimulative]

Yeah, it's a lot to take in, but you were doing well in taking the initiative. Good job. I really mean it.

[ He sees the little evidence of Sinclair's fight on the forehead and leans in to give a little forehead kiss. ]

You unearthed a lot of things, after all.

[insinning]

[Ah. Sinclair goes a little pink but he manages a small smile, reaching out to grab Oria's hand]

I just wish it could have gone better near the end there.

[dissimulative]

You handled yourself well.

[ Sure they were getting violent, but hey. ]

... I didn't like the way he touched you, but I was glad to see that you're really loved.

[insinning]

...I must have gotten used to it. Fighting against taller and stronger people.

[Squeezing Oria's hand a little. He hadn't been able to register it at the time because having someone's hands on him like that had triggered a fight response he hadn't been aware he had until that moment]

Mm. I was a bit surprised, honestly. But...thank you for being there too. And trusting me.

[Trusting Sinclair to take care of himself. Hani knew that too. But Hani liked to make statements.]

1/2

[dissimulative]

[ Oria returns the little hand squeeze. The job really is relentless, isn't it? He quietly breathes out. ]

I know that you can handle yourself. You've shown that to me many times over.

[dissimulative]

... But still, I didn't like it.

[ He was about to grab something, anything from this meeting to stop Misteaks from doing anything further, even if it meant knocking him out. Oria would usually feel extremely vindictive about it, but he's also seen the aftermath for Misteaks too. It's also a pretty normal reaction after holding back frustrations until you no longer can. ]

No one touches what's mine and gets away with it.

[ But he thinks Misteaks got enough on his plate, so Oria didn't do anything to add onto it. Small mercies. ]

[insinning]

Yours, huh?

[Oh. Sinclair blinks, looking up at Oria with slightly wide eyes for a moment. His heart might have skipped a beat there. So he leans against Oria a little more heavily. No one was in this area anyway.]

I know. But...that's not Barrett normally. It's not like him at all. [Sinclair is still angry about Hani. But there's nothing he can do with his limited first aid skills but supply Hani with a steady amount of HP refilling items.] If he can explain himself later...try not to be too angry with him.

[ But if there was nothing but doubling down...even Sinclair's desire to forgive wouldn't last long[

[dissimulative]

[ Yup. Emil is his. Oria wouldn't give him away to anything and anyone. Forever his. Try to take him away and die—

Oh.

That sure is a not-new feeling that he didn't miss in particular. ]

I won't. He's been punished enough by other people. The point of punishments is to stop that behavior from happening again, so I don't think there's a reason to go overboard... unless you were badly hurt.

[insinning]

[Sinclair turns, drawing Oria into a hug. Oria is so warm. Steadying. He wants to anchor Oria as much as he wants to anchor himself]

It's not like I can't understand. If the situations had been reversed between us...

[He had come very close over Hani after all. If everyone else yelling and Misteaks collapsing when he did hadn't happened first

Ah. He could see how badly that would have gone.]

...he's probably punishing himself enough anyway.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria nods. That's the feeling he got looking at Misteaks in the short aftermath before he left. ]

My pride would probably be hurt if people stepped in too early if it was me, but hey. Pride doesn't matter if you're badly beaten up anyway.

[insinning]

Mm. Pride isn't worth it in a bad situation.

[Though...he wishes it hadn't been Hani to take that blow. He thinks he could have withstood it]

...do you think Hani will be okay after this? Nanashi was helping, but...his shoulder was definitely broken.

[dissimulative]

Hani will definitely need a sling so that they won't move it as much. We have healers, but no actual doctors.

[ Oria's only limited to first aid in practice. He wonders if he could ask Fai, but he's not sure if he wants to put that burden on him. ]

Even then, it would take several months, assuming Hani doesn't agitate it at all, even without surgery.

[insinning]

Mm...we managed a makeshift one but...

[He thinks about Hani, how they carried themselves]

...there's no way Hani could hold still long enough.

[dissimulative]

[ Oria is about to say that good thing Hani is a Wavemaster so they would only have to stand there to cast spells, but Hani is a... theatrical sort of person with a flair for the dramatics. Oria can't stop that, and he doesn't think anyone else can either. ]

... Can anyone tether them? Hani is a force of nature.

[insinning]

Maybe...

[Pausing. Thinking. No. Not Tylor. Definitely not Tylor. ]

...I hope Ganymede can talk sense into them.

[Mild. He has no hope anymore]</small.

[dissimulative]

I tried scolding Hani once and they seemed to... accept it?

[ But whether Hani continued doing it is a different story. ]

... I think Ganymede is our last hope.

[insinning]

...maybe if we just hug Hani. A lot. Very carefully.

[But they can't koala to Hani forever.]

...let's believe in Ganymede.

[dissimulative]

... Yeah, let's do that.

[ No pressure or anything, Ganymede! ]

Wanna go back to the guild? Maybe kill some monsters on the way? We can see who kills the most by the time we get there.

[insinning]

Mm. Let's---

[No. Wait.]

...actually, do you mind heading back first? I need to talk to Mithrun.

[dissimulative]

I can wait. Go have a talk with him.

[ Oria wishes he could be there too, but this is definitely something that's more private. ]

[insinning]

Thanks.

[ Oria gets another gentle squeeze for that. Oria's simple acceptance always steadies him.

Then he's letting go and picking himself up.]

I'll let you know what I find out.

[ And off to drag Mithrun to Wandehalle Library for a very important talk]