[119th Flight]

[caged_song]

Explosions?! Loud...T-The lights...went out...

W-what's going on? T-t-table...

[ooc; GUESS WHO'S IN BLDG 6? D: Affected by THIS. Thanks gaiz. Nill's going to go hide under a table now...i-it's canon.]

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[ishiah]

If the table is sturdy, stay under it. Building six?

[caged_song]

I-I think it is...Yes...six...

[ishiah]

I'll be five minutes. Less.

[caged_song]

B-Be...be careful...

[ishiah]

[Lets hope somebody left a window open. Four minutes later he's crouching with his arms braced on the table, looking at the girl underneath.]

I believe it's safe. Localised idiocy rather than an epidemic.

[caged_song]

[let's pretend that there was. it was a nice day out after all~]

--!

[she cautiously crawls out of her little sanctuary...and relaxes a little bit]

[ishiah]

Your building, however, is minus one apartment. It must have been quite the domestic.

[Yes, that's an attempt at humor. After considering for a minute, he sits down on the floor opposite her.]

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[she smiles softly, noticing the joking tone, but then smile moves to a worried line.]

Were people hurt?

[nill pauses for a moment...and then lifts her hand again]

Sorry...I can't help but worry...

[ishiah]

I expect so. [He answers honestly, with little trace of involvement in his tone. Given the state (or lack of it) of the apartment it would be almost impossible for there not to be some kind of casualty.] Though from the damage I doubt they were people in the standard sense of the word. There are enough healers here, if they're needed.

...y-you're always up late o__o

[caged_song]

That's a relief...

[and she smiles, genuinely relieved. she had been easy to worry recently...there was a word for that...]

I think I'm a worrywart.

[she giggled silently. it was a funny word.]

sleep is a filthy habit >>

[ishiah]

[Ishiah steeples his fingers together, leaning forward as if imparting a secret.]

It isn't a terrible trait.

[And he sits back, distancing himself from the thought] When you've lived as long as I have you learn to prioritise. Humans can afford more open hearts.

...i love that filthy habit <__<;;

[caged_song]

[she smiles softly at that but it changes once more]

Prioritize?

ahaha me too I just fail at it.

[ishiah]

[Ishiah is silent for a long moment, stormy eyes darkening to twilight. There are reasons the Peri don't talk about their origins, and the expanse of history from then to now contains dangerous ground. He seldom explains himself, or his actions. But, she had shared something with him.]

I was alive when the first one of you were born. Since then you have multiplied with speed a warren of rabbits would envy and now? Hundreds of thousands of you die each day. You add to the figure with wars and genocides, and then there are the other races - in my world as I imagine in others. The things that prey on you and each other.

You are a fragile race, an ever growing flame where each individual light is a mere flicker before it fades. I can't worry for all of you. I worry for very few.

[He pauses, and when he speaks again there's something almost broken in the tone. A fragment of emotion that barely touches his face, though his wings flex behind him, feathers rustling anxiously.]

But for them, a great deal.

s-super backdate...orz

[caged_song]

[She pauses for a moment, unsure of how to respond...but she picks up on the little bits of emotion that he allowed to escape...It must have been very hard on Ishiah...to live so long...it must have been lonely too...sometimes...]

I'll worry...for both you and me...but I'll make sure not to make Ishiah worry about me...I'll be extra careful.

extra super backdate ftw?

[ishiah]

[He shakes his head, folding his arms, half stern, half fond.]

For as long as I'm here, you're someone I have every intention of worrying about. If you can manage not to kick me in the teeth in return you'll already be an welcome improvement on the other.

ftw!

[caged_song]

I don't think I can kick that high...