icarusalsoflew | Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 19, 2063 || Friday

[This one disappears for about thirty minutes, and returns as quietly as he left with two briefcases. He doesn't explain where he went, but from how he ducks into Hikaru's room for about fifteen minutes after that, it can probably be inferred that he fetched a few things from Falner.

Looks like he'll be staying at the Tower while he has taken control of his Brother's body. You're usually going to spot him hovering around, smoking, working through a glass of rum, eyes crimson-ringed and glowing oddly in all lights (or lack thereof) watching... who knows what he's watching? And that suit he's wearing - three-piece, black, pin-striped, with ghostly faces and smoke occasionally moving over the "fabric" - is pretty nice, creepiness aside.

Please excuse him if you find him suddenly popping in on you. It's just what he does.]

OOC Notes:
+ Drop starters as you please! I'll have Death haunt you accordingly. ♥
+ Feel free to do other stuff among yourselves here as well.
+ Do note that Makoto's out and solid for this evening too, so you can bug him or ping me if you want him to come around and bother you.

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[ You're getting a text from a Brigade sitting on a ledge on the roofdeck. ]

SENT: 11:30 PM
Still up? I'm on the roofdeck and have something for you.

[ He's twirling a long-stemmed, blue rose in his hand. After the Chief left, he had one last one delivered to the Tower's lobby instead of to the Tower itself. ]

[ Okay, so, she told him the things she needed to tell him on the 18th. No big deal, right? Everything should already be okay. They were okay during the Jason Todd Encounter. Replying to this one text message should be fine.

Except Yulia takes all of ten minutes to reply after receiving and reading the text. ]

SENT: 11:42 PM
I will be there soon.

[ Shit. She said she'd be there soon. Calm the fuck down, Yulia. It's just Brigade. Maybe he'll bore you to death by talking and you could stab him again? Let's get this over with. ]

SENT: 11:44 PM
No rush.:) I'm just having a beer here. I still have rum in my flasks if you prefer hard drinks. See you in a bit.

[ There is no rush really. The rose is just lying beside him, on the ledge, neatly protected in those plastic wraps they put single-stem flowers in.

Taking a swig of his beer, legs dangling off the ledge ]

[ She doesn't bother replying anymore. She just pockets her phone and moves upstairs to the roofdeck. She sees the rose, but doesn't think anything of it, so she sits nearby. Next to Brigade, but not too near. ]

I will take the rum, if you do not mind.

[ Brig pulls out the flask from his coat pocket. It's still full. He puts it into her hand ]

Of course not. I offered, didn't I? [ He smiles as he picks up the blue rose from his side, and holds it out to her as well ]

[ She'd already opened the flask so she could take a swig when the rose is offered. She looks at it, surprised and confused. She blinks up at Brigade.

It isn't even the 18th anymore. ]

What is that for?

It's for you. [ He looks at her seriously, but with apology in his eyes ]

From me: For me not noticing there was something wrong sooner. And from the Promethean community: For whatever one of our kind did to you and the Makhai. I've met enough Prometheans through the Golden Dawn to know that they would be among the first to make amends for a wrong done by one of our kind.

[ She... she seriously doesn't know what to say. There are no words to express how she's feeling right now. She doesn't even know what she's feeling. Relief? Anger? Embarrassment?

She's quiet when she takes the flower (it would be rude not to); she's quiet for a moment longer, when she puts the flask down and just... stares at the blue rose.

It's not the 18th anymore. ]

... You didn't have to.

I wanted to.

[ He tries to see the look on her face, but with her head down staring at the rose, her hair's covered her expression ]

[ She just-- It's overwhelming, whatever this feeling is. She can't explain it, but... it hurts, and yet she's happy. She's fine, but she feels like crying. (She doesn't; she almost does, but she keeps herself together.)

It's like what she told Death: It's difficult to explain human emotion.

A few deep breaths and a heartbeat, and then she smiles up at Brigade. Sincere. Warm. Full of words she can't even say. ]

[ It's all right. She doesn't have to say anything. Her smile -- the warmth behind it -- are more than enough for Brig. He's happy that she's okay.

He smiles back at her, tips his beer in salute, bumps her playfully on the arm with his own, and looks back out at the cityscape, legs still dangling.

What was that in that old movie? Days like these are far too rare to cheapen with heavy handed words.

If Yulia wants to talk, he'll wait for her. But he's more than content to just sit in the quiet with her. A peaceful, clear quiet. ]

Waking the Dead 2.0 || August 19, 2063 || Friday

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fucken brigade

yay! \o7

TANGINA PLS

I'm sorry not sorry.:((( :)))) Brig made me do it!!!!:((( :)))

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feeeel /wrist why I no have perfect icon