[OPEN] But nobody knows what's gonna happen tomorrow; We try not to show how frightened we are

[flyfrommyself]

Characters:  Yami and his fellow Silvana crew members
Content:  Without injuries that require him to stay in the infirmary, Yami's vacated the bed to get out of Watson's and the other doctors' way.  However, he's on medical leave for the moment, what with his dominant arm fractured . . . not that there's much he could do until the new engine room

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[knitter_gwen]

Another kitten, a bit older than Yami's, meandered inside. Gwendal followed her closely behind, making sure she didn't want too far. The kitten hopped onto the table and toppled into the chess board. Gwendal sighed and turned to Yami, who had two rather adorable kittens on him. He fought down the blush and coughed lightly. "I apologize," He said, picking Rosh up. "She still seems to like exploring everything. I hope she didn't ruin the game too badly for you."

ICON LOVE LOL

[flyfrommyself]

((OOC: Is Rosh from the litter that Raidou had found? If so, I'll need to age up my two for consistancy. Raidou had told Yami the kittens were two weeks old when they first talked, and I was just guessing on the amount of game time that's /actually/ passed since then. ^,^;;;))

Yami had been intent enough on his list - and his senses dulled just enough by painkillers and antibiotics - that he didn't notice the soft sound of footsteps nor the movement on his periphery until the kitten popped up over the edge of the small table and knocked over a few of the far chess pieces. He jumped a bit in spite of himself, then looked up with a grin at the voice, nonchalantly turning the notepad facedown. "Gwendal," he murmured with a nod by way of greeting, then shook his head. "Not my game. The board was like that when I sat down-" Well, except for the knight. "-probably abandoned when Morris started to cause the serious problems." He frowned a little at a thought, asking in concern. "Speaking of which, how are you feeling?"

<3

[knitter_gwen]

[[OOC: Yeah, she is. I figured she was older if only because it's been more than a few weeks since getting a kitten? That and two weeks awfully young o.O]]

Gwendal shook his head, sitting opposite from the table and letting Rosh crawl around his broad shoulders and neck. "I'm fine, I just needed to rest and regain the mana I lost."

He hated that his mana was tied to his energy. It made using it all the more dire when it approached critical levels. Not to mention to made Gwendal feel like crap afterwards. And poor Watson was worried out of his mind and fussing over him.

Re: <3

[flyfrommyself]

[[OOC: *nodnod* It /was/ young. I think that's why Raidou took them in, iirc, cuz they'd lost their mother and were /way/ too young to leave alone. *shrug* Heh, guess I'm kinda sensitive to noticing the ages and what's needed cuz I've raised kittens myself from /extremely/ young - one litter was a week old when found, the other no more than a day to day-and-a-half. XD;;;]]

Yami nodded. "That's good to know." He grinned as his attention shifted to the other kitten. "What's her name?"

8D

[swallow_wing]

Cirucci peeked her head inside, eyes fixing themselves intently on the boy.

She remembered his journal post, his reckless act of trying to take on the damn ghost-what was he thinking? Cirucci, trapped in her room at the time, had groaned and rolled her eyes at his seeming stupidity.

He was alive still, at least, and in one piece. Cirucci figured she might as well familiarize herself with him, to see just what was inside him to make him think he could take the ghost on.

"Cute." She took a step inside the lounge, arms crossing over her chest as she watched the kittens cooly. "Well, at least the ghost didn't touch something. You, on the other hand..." She nodded to his arm. "Not so lucky, were you?"

She wasn't so sure Yami even knew who she was, but she didn't care to make the extra effort to introduce herself.

Y halo thar....part 2 LOL XD

[flyfrommyself]

Yami looked up with a crooked grin, nonchalantly turning over his notebook. "Thank you." He reached up to petscratch at the kitten on his shoulder. "And luck had nothing to do with it," he added with a shrug. "If you put yourself in the way of a stampeding horse looking to calm it, expect to come away with bruises, at the least."

Slowly, he levered himself upright, hand over the shoulder kitten for a moment before offering that hand to the woman. "I don't think we've met yet. My name is Yami."

[swallow_wing]

Cirucci took another step towards Yammy, reaching out to pet the cat perched around his shoulder as well. Her eyes shifted to his hand, and she extended her own in greeting. It wasn't one of those completely dainty shakes, but while her wrist wasn't completely limp, she offered moreso her fingers than her entire palm. "Cirucci Thunderwitch." Said with surprisingly little embellishment, plain and almost brisk.

She kept her gaze on him almost challengingly. "Rather risky what you did, isn't it? You could have ended up a lot worse." She let her hand linger in his before she dropped it, a nail running across his palm so lightly that it could've seemed like an unconscious action. "All for the good of the ship?" There was an ironic note in her voice, a hint that she found that reason all a little boring.

yayy for week-long fail!tags... OTL

[flyfrommyself]

Yami took her hand, for a moment half-wondering if he should shake it or kiss it. He did neither, merely holding it, his grip firm enough to be felt but not so much as to feel he was trapping her hand.

Thunderwitch?? He managed not to react overmuch, just quirking a brow at that, though he couldn't help but think it was a strange surname. An assumed one, perhaps? If that were the case, he sure as hell wasn't one to talk.

The nail on his palm made his hand twitch and he resisted the urge to rub the itch out on his pantleg, meeting her gaze evenly, a wry grin quirking his mouth. "Something like that." Actually it was exactly like that, not that he'd intended to be near-suicidal about it. The truth was, he'd miscalculated his abilities. "I thought there was something measurable I could do to combat the thing." His grin twisted a little more into something a bit darker. "And I don't take kindly to intruders ripping up my ship."

Feel like i'm stalking you lol.............

[sobaisnice]

Kanda had tried to rest for a while but had failed, He was exhausted but just couldn't seem to sleep for the moment. He got up taking a walk. soon finding his way to the lounge. Noticing Yami who he'd met at the engine room.

He stepped inside noticing two kittens, he moved over to Yami usual impassive face in place.

"How you feeling?" ask Kanda the last time Kanda had seen him was when he was being helped out of the engine room bruised and a little bloody.

In this context, stalking is a compliment! ~<3

[flyfrommyself]

Yami looked up when movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Oh! He recognized the man, one of the three who had come in to help when he'd been trapped in the engine room. "Kanda," if he wasn't mistaken.

Almost absently, he turned his notebook over before levering himself to his feet, one hand cupping over Horus so the kitten didn't topple off his shoulder. He allowed a small, almost rueful grin at the question. "Much better than the last time we met. Kanda, isn't it?" He offered his hand. "I've been wanting to talk to you . . . to thank you for your help."

well.. aslong as you don't mind Kanda bothering Yami

[sobaisnice]

Kanda looked at the offered hand, then looked up at Yami's face. He wasn't entirely that good with people. He took the offered hand unsurely suddenly finding himself embaressed, He shook the hand looking away.

"It was nothing," said Kanda pulling his hand back after a while.

Not at all!....i-if you don't mind LATE replies...T~T

[flyfrommyself]

Yami frowned a bit as he let his hand drop. Was the man socially uncomfortable or was it something he had said or done?

"Is everything all right, Kanda?" he asked after a heartbeat, glancing the man over. "How are you faring after that fight?"

As promised~

[justdeduceit]

Sherlock Holmes rarely left his quarters. However, gathering more information about the recent poltergeist activity was important, and he wanted to talk with those who had been involved. Stepping into the lounge, he was pleased to note that the mechanic was there. He'd heard the man talk to himself as he came in the door -- this was certainly the man.

But--

....hmmm, how curious. The identity of the mechanic was unmistakable! How had he not seen this man around the ship before? He would know that hair anywhere.

"Well, well. The man of the moment," Holmes said by way of greeting, keeping the flash of recognition out of his face. He was aware of the young man's recent history, and he had reasons for remaining anonymous. (Besides, if Holmes was to make the man aware of his knowledge of his identity, he'd prefer to do it far more dramatically. He was an artist, after all.)

*happy dance!*

[flyfrommyself]

((OOC: "...he'd prefer to do it far more dramatically. He was an artist, after all." Oh, god, all of a sudden, I'm almost looking forward to that happening or something, I think. =3;;; If only to see /how/ Holmes did it.))

Yami looked up when movement at the door caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He blinked. Tall and thin, the man reminded him of a water pipe. He frowned a bit at the comment, nonchalantly flipping over his notebook before levering himself to his feet, a hand briefly steadying Horus as he did so. "I'm sorry?" he asked, his look a bit guarded. It wasn't that he was "playing dumb" - not at all - just that he was unwilling to assume. After all, he really didn't think anything of his actions in the engine room - if that's what this man was even referring to. He just did what he felt needed to be done.

Never mind that he'd been mistaken in his assessment of the situation and his capabilities to affect it, a spot about which he was admittedly a bit sore and had already resolved to find a way to

[mysterious_aura]

The click of heels signaled the quartermaster's entrance, curtly followed by fluttering strands of copper as she appeared by the lounge's entrance. Instinctively slowing to a halt, cerulean eyes immediately alighted on the sole figure in the room, seated by the small table carrying a chessboard. Unable to place a name to the face, she silently took into account the crew members she didn't have a chance to meet on the Silvana yet, before she decided to make a tentative assumption

[flyfrommyself]

((OOC: LOL ~<3 Tear...))

Yami looked up at the sound of a woman's heels in the hall just outside the lounge, studied the woman who stopped in view, watched her try to place his face just as he did the same. He turned his notebook over before levering to his feet, one hand cupping briefly over Horus to keep him from toppling out of place.

"That's right," he responded with a nod, offering his hand. "And you?"

He watched a brief flash of reaction cross the woman's otherwise stoic features as her gaze took in the kittens. He showed no signs of noticing, but he couldn't help the mental grin of amusement.

[mysterious_aura]

(OOC: Shh, it's supposed to be a secret. :3)

As the other moved to his feet, Tear managed to keep her gaze firmly adhered to the young man, but at the same time, she couldn't help noticing the kitten's tiny shifts of movement. Although her expression and body language didn't outwardly reveal this, she suddenly found it a great deal more difficult to focus on making her response.

"Tear," she answered, accepting his extended hand and giving it a light shake, "Tear Grants." A split-second of silence passed, as she took into account his cast.

"Is your injury recovering well?"

aklsjdflskfksf thought I'd replied!

[flyfrommyself]

Yami glanced down as well out of reflex and nodded. "It is, thank you. I'll be fine. What about the rest of the crew? And the repairs - how are they going?"

Khnum shifted in the sling, and Yami reached a hand in, semi-permanently oil-stained fingernails scratching behind the kitten's ears.