[There's a moment of silence.

Inhale.]

Things have been....relatively quiet. Haven't they? Happier, I suppose.

[He pauses again- Van usually plans what he's going to say to these things. But not this time.I hate to be the bearer of ill news, but kindly remember that we are...not in safe waters. There is a war being fought all around us, and some ( Read more... )

I expect that it's been said before- but we have survived. For now, there's not much else to be done save the obvious. One may hope the new presence of weaponry will cut down on the blatant homicides, though that'd likely be too much luck to expect.

[Vanyel has his sword back; he'd nearly forgotten how naked he had felt without it.I...Well. We'll ( Read more... )

I imagine, one day, there will come a time when people hear the words "certain death," and understand what that means. When you're told not to do something, that isn't code for "unless you think its very important."

I understand you can't precisely help yourselves, but for Havens' sake, think before you run headlong into danger?

Remy!

Remy, you have to come see this! I- deck thirteen, I...

[Have you ever heard him so happy? No, you have not, and likely never will.]

Just...come and see!

[For anyone who wants to find Vanyel, he'll be among the posies, with a particular Lady in tow...]

Remy, I'm so sorry about that.
I was such a prat at fifteen, and you're a saint for putting up with me.

I'll come back soon, I just need a day or two to think things over. It's nothing bad, stop biting your nails.

Herald Talia, I will explain everything, when I can.

~Vanyel

[Guess who became tiny today? For whatever reason, the comm is on when it happens, and catches the kid's startled gasp. Where....where the hell is he?!]

H...hello? Anyone? [Wait. Confidence, Vanyel. You can do this.]

Show yourself!

Why in the name of...

[There's an odd, sort of out-of-tune twang that mellows into a proper note, even as it plays. Van strikes the note again and makes a more subtle adjustment]

Why would you string a nine-string lute with steel strings? It's murder on the tuning.

[And once more~ That time seems right....can't deny the tone, though. Miss Kate, ( Read more... )

[Van sounds...tired. But he is alive again.]

Well. I'm missing my boots. If anyone finds a bit of jewelry, Amber, on a chain, I'll be taking that back, as well.

[sigh]

Please don't make me hunt you down.

Remy, are you there?

[Today, Vanyel had felt the need to do...something. Anything, honestly, to break up the slow monotony of ship life. Unlike Erol, he wasn't prone to seeking fights in Carnival, and he had no assumed occupation tending one of the shops, restaurants or bars. So, when Van felt the urge that couldn't properly be reabsorbed, he did what he usually did- ( Read more... )

Ironhide, Cliff Fitter? I believe a conference may be in order, for those of us foolish enough to have a try at this...ah..

Endeavor.

[Yeah, let's go with that.]

In addition, though have met miss Sabriel; Ratched Pamela, and...Catpaw. We should speak more if we're going to be working together.

Do you not agree?