phantom operatives catchall

[rebelles]

Who • Phantom Operatives + Visitors
What • Guild mingling
When • Oct/Nov
Where • Guild Home

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30th oct - come hassle him fellow operatives

[insinning]

[ Rather than be on bed rest, the moment Oria leaves to find Uta, Sinclair sneaks out of Moon Tree to add notes to the conspiracy board.

He's staring at the board a little aimlessly without thinking, wondering what else he should add.

He's tired.]

[glassbell]

[ ...

He's like, sweeping up the place. ]

Should I get Noir?

[ This might be a threat but it's also a genuine "should you be here like that?" Buddy you look terrible. ]

[insinning]

[ Eeeep, he's trying to add information here]

Um. Are you dobbing me into Noir?

[ he's fine!! standing and everything !!

not at all pale and dizzy still]

[glassbell]

You look more like an escaped patient than a criminal. But yes, like a bad guy.

[ He says that gently, at least. ]

Whenever you're done with your work though. I know a lot happened... Something just happened, didn't it.

[ Uta... Corbenik? ]

[insinning]

Mm, I guess I do deserve it.

[He'll accept his lumps like a good boy]

Lots of things happened. We defeated two phases, but now more have shown up...and it took eighteen of us to hold them down.

[He's Wiped Out honestly. Will they be ready for the next ones?]

[ophidie]

[She's been in the cafe space cooking diligently - both getting through as many crafting recipes as she can with what she has on hand and going off-recipe to make regular small portions for the guild. The rote memory of preparing food remains, at least.

This does mean that when Sinclair came slinking in, he got the silent side-eye for his entire walk of shame, though she doesn't actually say anything to him until she brings him his snacks.]

I don't even have to tell you how stupid and reckless you are, right? [Here. Food.]

[insinning]

[The side eye makes Sinclair duck his head, even if it's mostly to hide a smile as he accepts the snacks]

Thank you...and no, you don't. I'm aware.

[ophidie]

I'm tempted to say it anyway. [She rubs her forehead, then looks at the board he's still poring over. What next? She almost seems to ask without actually saying anything.]

Everything against us. Things turned out about as well as we could have hoped, considering that.

[insinning]

I'd deserve it, so I wont argue against that either.

[A ghost of a smile, fainter than it would have been before. He nods, touching the note from the information Hien gave him]

Yeah. We got...lucky, I think. I went in prepared for the worst.

[And what does that say about him?]

[rebelles]

[ Haru's come to add her notes to the board when she runs into him putting up his own. Seeing Winter and Uta's names makes her heart sink... but her first concern is Sinclair. ]

Will you tell me what happened, Emil-kun?

[insinning]

Haru...

[He glances over at her and nods. No secrets here]

I was going to the battle, like everyone else when I got a message from Winter. He asked me to meet him at the unnamed Root Town and...stabbed me. I think he thought if I was too injured, I wouldn't put myself in danger. [He glances down at his hands]

He was...changing before that though. Little things I kept noticing but...

[rebelles]

You came anyway. That was reckless of you.

[ Shaking her head at both of them, Sinclair and Winter. She gestures to the chairs so they can sit and talk. She feels exhausted, he must feel even worse. ]

We'll save him from Gorre. When Winter comes back, you can give him a good talking to.

[insinning]

I know, but...I couldn't leave things alone.

[Sinclair sinks into the chair gratefully, glad to be off his feet. His HP bar isn't ticking down, but everything still hurts...]

...I already yelled at him. I wonder if he'll still be receptive to it afterwards.

[tylorific]

[ Tylor is tired too.

So tired, in fact, that he's sleeping near Em, tucked away on the floor. It probably wasn't obvious until he rolls over to face Em. His eyes open groggily. He's still burrito'd up with his crutch cradled in his arms. ]

[insinning]

[alasmjwshgsah Sinclair nearly jumps out of his skin]

Justy...you should be in bed!

[tylorific]

Well, shouldn't you?

[ A joke back with a smile in his tone as he sits up. He's smiling. And still wearing his armor. His leg bandages are new, at least they were when he fell asleep. He's lucky the cut was clean as it was through his armor, even if the break is still healing beneath it.

Pink spot across his cheek from his crutch says how long he'd been pressed into it. Luckily, his voice sounds almost normal. Raspy grogginess smoothing out the more he talks-- ]

How're you feeling?

[ Healing food appears in his hand just before he takes a bite. Looking to Em, he chews quietly. Because he is roo hungry with the need to replenish his HP lost. Another side effect, how real and natural the stats feel now. ]

[justonezero]

...

Shouldn't you try sleeping?

[insinning]

...I feel restless. And Oriade is out looking for Uta, so it doesn't feel right to rest.

[justonezero]

Doesn't that mean you should rest now so you'll be awake when he gets back?

[alchemicalbirth]

Have you remembered to eat? And rest properly? Even taking a brief nap would be to your benefit.

[ tiny frown ]

[insinning]

[ s-so many questions aaaaah]

I've eaten. And slept. Um. I can't really sleep any more than I have...

[alchemicalbirth]

[ Glad to be of service- ]

...I see. Very well, then.

Carry on as you are.

[murrmoire]

Emil!

[ RUNNING OVER TO HIM NOW, I am late but Noé is not! ]

Please get some rest. Can I get you anything, before you do? How is your injury?

[insinning]

[aaaaaaa?????

Flustering ]

Huh? I-I'm okay, really--

[ except, whoops, still whoozy. chair, chair!]

[murrmoire]

Hang on, no, you're not!

[ He'll help him settle down onto a chair, whether he likes it or not. ]

Please take care of yourself. I'm sure you've heard it a billion times already, but you need to rest. Now, answer my question: Can I get you anything?