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[danceswithgoths]

There's a pile of mail waiting by the entryway as Miki steps into the apartment. Keeping said pile of mail company is a very small potted palm tree. A star and rope of garland made of tinfoil and spray painted shaped pasta adorns the little tree. Smiling, Miki picks it up and takes it over to an orange crate by the window, flipping the light-switch

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[danceswithgoths]

Another evil twin! Oh wait, that's been done already. Never mind.

"They.. he?" She shakes her head, damn multiples of people and no real good way to refer to them. "Regardless, yes. It would rather be, but it's definitely better to not. Else you wind up with things like we get back home with divergent time-lines, alternate worlds and all the mess that comes with them."

She gets up, it's time to take the plate to the kitchen and acquire some more tea. "Care for some more tea?"

[bloodtie]

Evil twin: the plot device that keeps on giving.

Basch nods in somber agreement. "We've enough problems without ones of that sort," he says. He hadn't thought of that.

He hands his cup over with a "please", and settles back into thought for a moment.

"Though..." should he? "...your question's made me think of the different ideological viewpoints."

[danceswithgoths]

And in such interesting and convoluted ways.

Taking the cup with a small smile, she nods. "No one needs that sort of trouble." She makes her way back to the kitchen, liberally doctoring her tea before returning.

"And how's that?" Carefully, she hands his mug back and proceeds so settle back into the couch. This should at least be interesting.

[bloodtie]

"The... differences between the heroes and villains," he says, squinting and waving one hand like this isn't something he used to -- or comfortable -- discussing, "one gets caught up in how 'right' they perceive their cause to be without thinking of the collateral damage."

The damage, in Miki's case, being substantially larger and more profound than Basch's, but still.

[danceswithgoths]

Her brows arch slightly before falling again. The girl is tired and more like than not tending towards cynical. Which is really, only natural given the situation.

"It seems that at least on that front, the villains have a much better grasp on the damage they're inflicting on any given population. Though I would think they believe themselves to be in the right as well."

Her brow furrows as she looks to her mug, some small part of her hoping it will produce some sort of easily digestible answer. Unfortunately, one doesn't seem to be forth-coming. "At least we owned up to our damage." She shakes her head ruefully, "And I'd like to think that tempered our actions somewhat."

It may be noted at this time that adventuring in the world saving vein, might not be the best for those who are socially conscious.

"And damn those bints for not even giving it that much thought."

[bloodtie]

"...the anger could get addictive," Basch nods, quietly taking a drink, himself. "the need to fight for something. It's hard to come down from a high like that, for some."

[danceswithgoths]

"You'd think that being dead for ten years or so would have mellowed those tendencies right out." Absently, she taps at the rim of the mug. She's come into it late in life, but now firmly falls in the camp of 'if it's died, it ought stay dead' with something like reincarnation being the obvious exception. Which is really a good tack to take, when one comes down to it.

[bloodtie]

"Funny thing about that," he says, dryly, "those who ought stay dead never do."

Basch feels like a bit of a hypocrite -- he should know.

"Have there been any other changes? Termina is still... the same, correct?"

[danceswithgoths]

Well, at least he never actually died, which is likely to the best considering there's already a derth of zombie Jesus jokes out in the world.

She snorts lightly, cracking a grin and settling further into her seat.

"As far as anyone's noticed, everything seems copasetic. Everyone still seems to be present and very much themselves." There's a light frown as she pauses, recalling something. "The storms stopped for a little while, but had picked up again by the time I left for the Nexus."

[bloodtie]

Really, otherwise, it could only end in tears.

Her grin puts him a little more at ease, and he relaxes a tiny bit, smiling. "A bit of unseasonable good weather, then..." he says, with a bit of a chuckle.

"The people sound happy..." how to say this, "but how do you feel about it? The outcome."

[danceswithgoths]

"Rather. Very interesting thing, not being wet at that time of year." It really was a shame that she'd slept through most of it.

Her eyes are back on the mug again as she arches a brow. "Honestly? I'm bloody well pissed off. I'd have much rather it all come to a civil conclusion, and being forced to handle it other-wise?" With a slight sigh she looks up, the beginnings of a wry grin on the corners of her lips, "But it's the way it went, nothing left to do but keep it in mind and hope that nothing similar ever crops up."

[bloodtie]

Basch briefly puts a hand on her shoulder before departing to the kitchen to deposit his dish in the sink.

"Wise frame of mind, that." Dish-washing is a go! It's more habit than anything, plus the fact she probably would better spend her time doing things like recuperating than cleaning up his mess.

"Though I'd think it difficult to undertake such a campaign and have it remain clandestine..."

[danceswithgoths]

She shrugs lightly before getting up and heading over to slouch against the door frame in the kitchen. To her, it's more an issue of pragmatism than wisdom, but she's not about to argue semantics at the moment.

"People are entirely too used to all sorts of riff-raff showing up at Viper Manor these days." Ah, a slight dig on one's own self and associates. Grinning, she continues, "And as the rest of it, just a matter of sending a few people whose absence is nothing that would be commented on." She taps her lip in thought, "And in all seriousness, people back home are so used to odd happenstance that it borders on the ridiculous."

As really, crashed UFOs, dragon gods running about and the occasion sea monster do rather seem to be the norm. So ostensibly, anything that's not immediately bearing down on them is put out of mind. As really, they've likely seen worse.

[bloodtie]

"Maybe it's for the best." He nods, and shakes his hands off before wiping them dry on a nearby dish towel. Basch makes his way back over after giving the kitchen a cursory glance, pausing in front of her to place a kiss on her cheek. He's being awfully affectionate today -- it's almost like her still being here is a welcome surprise every time he turns around, and one that needs to be seized on. "Better to be known for what you love rather than let duty define you."

There's a moment of quiet and his expression becomes tinged with a kind of helpless, almost uncomfortable sympathy.

"...you look exhausted. Is there anything else I can do?"