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

[icarusalsoflew]

[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.

Comments

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

[atlas_shrugged]

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 ]

cries

[bostova]

[ 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. ]

feeeel /wrist why I no have perfect icon

[atlas_shrugged]

[ 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. ]