phantom operatives catchall

[rebelles]

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

Comments

[insinning]

[Sinclair wont stop Tylor, but he will be hovering around him for an extended period of time. He'll ask Justy about any grunties he owns later. If nothing else, he should at least ride in on battle with one of those. He accepts the headpats, leaning in a little]

I'm glad to have you with us too. Without you, we wouldn't have been able to separate Macha or Tarvos when we did.

[Smart? Tylor was clearly one of the smartest ones here]

[tylorific]

[ A good idea, but one that won't work for the battles themselves. That said, he'll probably start lounging around on one around root towns once the idea hits. ]

Oh no, I just got lucky. Anyone could've distracted him like that.

Actually, I wasn't sure it would even work. And without everyone else talking to him, them, who knows what would've happened.

[insinning]

...actually, they couldn't. You were the only other Lord Partizan, and I was focused on other things.

[It was only something Tylor could do]

But we did come together pretty well in the end.

[tylorific]

Oh. I guess you're right!

[ Said with a blink, like he only just realized that as a fact. ]

We sure did. And if we did it before, we can do it again. I really hope everyone is remembering to rest between fights though.

[insinning]

Mm, I'm sure they are. We only have time to rest now, don't we?

[ He glances down at his letter. That's right. Later]

[tylorific]

Yeah! Let's make the most of it. [ But his gaze follows Em's. His own letter is tucked in his inventory, unless Em has it too. ]

... So, is that all the important stuff we needed to talk about?

[ Restlessness, it doesn't go well with a broken leg. But all this talk of Michel only makes him want to play a game. ]

[insinning]

...you wanna help me cook?

[He sees that restlessness. And Tylor's letter is with him!!]

I need to make a few things for Hien as a thank you.

[tylorific]

Sure!

[ But a beat later, leaning in to stage whisper with mock seriousness-- ]

Oh. But maybe don't tell my wingman.

[ ... Because Oria made the crutch he's using and he promised not to cook while uaing it. Maybe give him something to do sitting down. ]

[insinning]

We can sit and cook.

[Offering his shoulder for Tylor to use. It's fine, Tylor can do all the chopping, Sinclair can handle the stove work for once]

[tylorific]

That's right, you need some rest too.

[ He says as he shifts to get up, already done being stuck sitting in one place for so long. ]

See? I told you that you were smart.

[insinning]

You did. [But he's definitely not as smart as Justy]

We can chop some vegetables up in the kitchen. We don't need to stand for that.

[tylorific]

Sure, I think we can manage that.

[ Everyone else that's lingered gets a wave as he tries to maneuver himself out of the room. He's made some progress getting used to it all. Before they get too far, he leans over enough to ask like he just remembered to-- ]

How's your stomach doing?

[insinning]

It's a bit sore still, but it's healed up fine.

[He tries to wave it off. It's fine? He's fine. They can sit at a table in the kitchen while Sinclair grabs a bunch of random ingredients from the storage]

Can you show me how to make curry?