[There's a Tyki with John on his lap, half asleep (or so it seems). He's holding his head up with a hand, his chin resting in it. Worn out dad, is worn out.]

[In a mostly unused room, a Tyki in casual clothes yawns and continues sorting laundry. His hair is peppered with bits of gray as the nearing forty years of age Exorcist, mumbles something about socks ( Read more... )

[Its quiet in a room not far from the kitchen in the West hall. Mostly.] Is that black?

[A rustle here and there, and then a black shirt with 'I'm with stupid' is tossed into a growing pile of grays and darker colors. What is he doing? Sorting his laundry. He's in just a pair of pants and a plain white button up shirt for now.]

...I keep ( Read more... )

[He's sitting with a book in front of the fireplace. He looks marginally better than he did before. Namely the bandage on his face is missing. There's a bottle of brandy and a mug beside it. Doctoring his own tea? Surely not.]

Four more weeks of this will drive me up the wall[He turns a page and eyes the mug of tea. He really doesn't want to ( Read more... )

[There's one Tyki in the clinic right now. His exorcist coat is folded up on a chair and Judgment is resting within easy reach of his hand. There's medical tape on his face, bandages around his ribs and over his shoulder, and an iv line running from his hand.]

...Wha- Oh.[He eyes the iv line when he wakes up and frowns thoughtfully at it for a ( Read more... )

[There's a drowsy Tyki fixing himself a cup of coffee in a kitchen. He forgets to light his cigarette and sits down to wait for the pot to brew.]

[While he's waiting for it to do it's thing he fiddles with a deck of cards.]

Huh. You'd think they're be some game of poker going on here.

[His head is starting to swim and he's not quite sure who is winning. Tyki eyes the shot glasses on the checkerboard and frowns.]

...which one of us is winning again?

[He tilts his head slightly to the side and sets the shotglass in the right spot that seems right.] And king me, damn it.

[There's a Tyki minus the exorcist uniform he normally wears shuffling a deck of cards. He sets the deck on the table and draws a card ( Read more... )

...I might as well. Walker. The one I know. Remember that incident in France? The one with the cat? I suggest we talk.

Preferably now. None of your dodging this time.

[It's been five minutes and he's already wanting a drink. He was in the middle of a mission and now? Who knew.]

Where the hell am I?

[Judgment makes a faint click as he lowers the weapon. His uniform coat tails rustle as he takes a step forward and digs into his pocket.] ...And I'm out of cigarettes. Fantastic[ooc: Yo. Here's Tyki from Immortal ( Read more... )