waving not drowning

[danceswithgoths]

It’s a rough sort of evening in Termina, the rain pelting down harder than it had all month. Word on the street was that a typhoon was due in over the next couple days, and from the way the winds were blowing it seemed incredibly likely that such was the case

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[bloodtie]

The problem about promising to send word at the dawn of trouble; it would be convenient if you knew where to send it, or where to find the person, to deliver it. Basch knew of neither, since Miki's move to Mahs-ah-choo-sehts; however, he did know the portal to Termina, the name of the boat aboard which her best friend lived, and now, thanks to a random passerby, directions

[danceswithgoths]

Fargo is seated a few feet away from the door, earplugs firmly in place. So it takes him a moment or more before he startles up out of his seat to see to the door.

The door swings open and Basch can catch sight of an older man pulling some sort of orange material out of his ears. Fargo ushers him inside before asking, "What is it that brings you out here, lad?" There's a brief bit of rummaging, and soon after a towel is tossed Basch's way.

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Basch catches the towel and says a word or two of thanks, then uses it to dry his face and hair.

"I've come to speak with Nikki," he says, drying the portion of beard under the edge of his jaw, "is he here?"

[danceswithgoths]

It's a very specific sort of look that Fargo shoots off, one that speaks of long suffering, and thoughts of why the hell does the amp have t go to 11? Through this expression, he nods, noting dryly, "Aye. The noise is the lads. Not not some hideous mechanical orgy as you might think."

Damn kids.

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Basch pauses, looks at the inner cabin door, and does a very bad job of suppressing an amused smile. He manages to twist it into something understated and sympathetic.

"A shame what passes for music these days," he says, and tosses the towel back, "thank you again."

He proceeds to the inner room, and knocks on his second door of the night.

[danceswithgoths]

Nodding, Fargo resumes his seat. "You're welcome." In go the earplugs, and back into the book goes his attention.

The amp, is not happy, for all the tinkering, and it screeches accordingly. A string of rather creative cursing breaks through the static, as a rather tall cat-boy answers the door.

His eyes widen slightly, and a brow arches. Normally, there would be a goodly sum of suspicion of a very obvious authority figure of one stripe of another, but this one is rather drenched. "Ah," pause, "Hello?"

Around this rather uncertain greeting, another flood of swearing kicks up. With the door open, it's passing obvious it's Nikki making with the swears.

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...what a strange demi-human. So that's what the "catboy" looked like. All the same, Basch makes with the pleasantries; a polite if somewhat clipped nod and a hello in kind.

"I'm here to speak with Nikki," he says, glancing past Theo's rather tall form to where said frontman is still tinkering with the screeching equipment after a rather unbecoming blast of feedback, then back up, "I apologize for the intrusion, but it's a matter of some urgency."

[danceswithgoths]

Theo thinks to himself that it's likely for the best that he hasn't been drinking more this evening. Else this exchange would see, even more out of place that it already did.

"Oi, Nikki, stop jacking with the. There's a suit that wants to see you." Giving Basch a pointedly curious look, he wends his way back to his perch, tail lashing behind him.

Jamming the screwdriver firmly in the casing, Nikki looks up, joint firmly in place between his teeth. Catching sight, his blinks rapidly. "Oi man, bloody hell are you doing here." He pauses a moment for further observation. "You're fucking soaked."

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Basch smiles a little and bends his head to clear his throat. It's a gesture that says 'yes, well.'

Taking Theo's recession into the chamber as an invitation, he scuffs his boots a little before continuing in; the smell of some kind of burning vegetation in the air, alcohol, and copious amounts of sugar is almost enough to turn a man's stomach. Luckily, it stops just short.

"She told me of the rain, but not how to dress for it." He glances at the other man in the room, then back at Nikki. "Orders have come from my superiors, and I'm to leave tonight on deployment. I told Miki that I would give word, though I've found myself without a way to contact her."

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Flea, looking up from his tuning, raises his brows. This was really not what he'd expected when he was told that Miki was dating. Man, this was going to require a surfeit of oreos.

Theo's ears flick, this was working out to be something of a buzzkill.

Stepping away from the now softly sputtering amp, Nikki's brow furrows slightly. "A 'brelly usually works out fine." There's a moment of pause as the lads share a glance. FLea shrugs and Theo goes back to trying to figure out just what the hell was written down. "I'll get the word to her. She going to know the circumstances about this leave-taking? And don't you have one of those.." He gestures, indicating PINpoint device, "you know, pin things?"

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Basch nods.

"The problems I've told her about previously regarding the coast have become quite grave."

There's a pause, as if he's debating on either saying this or how to say it. He finally rummages in a pocket on the front of his jacket and retrieves a key made of some kind of copper-hybrid, slick with speckled rainwater, and holds it out to Nikki.

"She'll likely not need this, but if something happens, I've arranged they leave word for her at my house.

The campaign should adjourn some time next month."

Right about now he feels like the proverbial bull in the china shop, but it had to be done.

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Off in the corner, Theo's writing this shit down. Like hell he's trusting anyone's memory. The lad well knows better.

Reaching out, Nikki takes the key and tucks it into a pocket. The brow furrowing has deepened somewhat. "Ah, right." Realising that he may be looking just a bit too pissy, his features smooth out to something approximating mild concern. "Any time within the month, nearer the end, or..?" He trails off, leaving the rest unsaid.

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Which is a good show on his part, truly.

Basch shakes his head lightly.

"No way to know. Hopefully sooner rather than later, though these things have a tendency to expand to fill the time allotted." And then some.

He takes a bit of a breath, then nods, direction remembered. "My apologies for the imposition... you have my thanks, Nikki."

[danceswithgoths]

This too, is carefully jotted down. As well as a brief aside about how military uniforms appear to be bloody dour regardless of the world you're from.

"Don't worry about it." It's like taking awkward phone messages for a sister, just amped up a bit, is all. He pauses for a beat, he has much the same expression Miki does when thinking over wording. "Since she's not here to say something of the like, you're to be well and not to get mauled or something along similar lines." That sounds about right.

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The lines around his eyes ease up a bit, and Basch actually has a little nodding laugh at that.

"I'll try to avoid it, if I can." A nod in the general direction of the other two goes here, and he moves to the door. "Keep yourselves well."

[danceswithgoths]

Offering up a small grin, Nikki waves him out. Theo and Flea make noises that he's to do the same, and wave. While this has been passing strange, it's no reason to be entirely rude.

Back out with Fargo, a chess game is well underway. A man-sized voodoo doll sits across from the pirate, the nail through it's chest hammered in more fully, so it doesn't disrupt the pieces when leaning over occurs. They both look up at Basch and make with the polite nodding before getting back to the game.

"You;re always so bloody reckless with your queen, Mojoy."