mordechai | 001. open post // quiet little burials.

[Kaz has rather grown to love the little rooftop perch Alistair showed him. He's taken to meditating up here most days, and some nights. Nights that have left him drenched in a cold sweat and a perturbed mind.

Tonight is one such night - one where he hasn't heard or seen his Máistir at all.

He's sitting on the the roof, legs crossed. He's only wearing a tank top, sweats and sneakers. The Wings of Therion are strapped to his back, his phone is in his pocket and he almost prays Alistair shows up.

Because who else can I talk to about this anyway?]

Edited 2013-12-30 11:04 (UTC)

SENT: 07:00 AM
Good morning, sir. I had a talk with Hikaru the other night and found footage of what he'd shared with me. I was wondering if I could speak to you about it when you're free. I saw that you were there for him.

Thank you, sir. I apologize for asking for your time.

[ The video of Hikaru's awakening in his 27th life cycle, and of Akihiko's death, are still playing back in his mind ]

[ Deirdra's husband, Gideon may be old, but he's young enough to remember that it's the birthday of a certain Alistair Mordechai. She asks him if she got the date right. Upon Gideon's confirmation, she promptly shoots a text to Alistair. ]

SENT: 06:30 PM
Hello, happy birthday Alistair. Hope everything is relatively good.
Rilea still dusts your favorite chair out by the patio.

[ There are perks to being a shapechanger, such as looking like a mundane-looking fox that can lift a six pack of beer in it's mouth with relative ease ( she's up-ended bigger things before -- completely by accident -- like the oven she crawled under and lifted by mistake because something bit her tail and of course she ended up jerking to her feet ) while maneuvering up the walls towards an intended target.

She would have brought more, but walking on all fours is quicker than walking on two; the trade-off being one mouth in place of two hands.

Trotting over now, tail swishing like a puppy happy to see it's master, before she plunks down her butt to squint at you because Mindspeech has that awkward stipulation of eye contact first.

Come on, Alistair. She brought you some birthday booze? ]

[ It has been a long, long day.

Josh had gone to the Kaiser's class early ( an hour before everyone else ) to kick back and go through the readings he needed to catch up on. Only not really, because Liandrin Delacroix's syllabus was nearly the same as his last class -- don't go there, LaRue; don't think about that one -- whoops, too late.

He's not particularly proud of the way he just... goes through the motions. He does ask questions, but they are few and far between throughout those three hours. When the bell rings, he packs up and deliberately makes a beeline towards the football field for his first day of training with the team.

He barely remembers any of it, but he knows that he did good. The game is something that his body still remembers and he should be surprised about this given that he's gone without it for so long and tossing around the ball and running through old plays with his boys that one time in San Diego really, really doesn't count at all.

But... it's all about going through those motions and barely really taking anything in because his head might be in the right space at the right time -- but his heart isn't. Thank goodness he's got some practice in hiding that. Yeah, let's not talk about the looks and the pats and the invite to go hang that he'd turned down -- nobody pressed, which was a relief.

He doesn't go home. Instead, he takes dinner at King's Rest and plugs into a movie he listens to mostly to distract him, but he doesn't finish that either and he leaves as quietly as he'd come in.

It's part deliberate and part-not that he finds himself on that wall, close to the spot where he'd found Alistair that last time weeks and weeks ago before he'd learned about... everything.

He's sitting down at that, tablet on his lap, one earbud plugged in even if there's nothing on the screen.

He should have done this sooner, but well... hm. ]

[ This is the sum total of Cisco Montelibano-Profaci's time in the Lightless Lands: wake up, have breakfast, play runner for Yue for the chunk of her morning, lunch followed by a nap in the courtyard by Aidan's tail, more running because being a healer's errand girl is both fun and there's just so much to see in Arcadia; then dinner, then sleep. Wash, rinse, repeat.

She resisted the urge to fret over you when you and Lorenzo came back looking like someone had given you both a sound beating. She didn't say a thing about that, because stating the obvious would have been putting salt on the wound of an already perpetually grumpy Rivers-Hunter and she's heard enough horror stories and then some about how Arcadia makes a body inclined to be more themself in ways that said body would usually think twice about. She's nosy by nature, this is proven fact. How not to be nosy means making sure she doesn't have idle hands.

When she wanders down to the little house that doubles as your clinic though, she does so on four tiny feet with a basket of food from the castle and a bottle of the good stuff that she nicked from the kichen.

Nothing wrong with bringing you a little something to make you feel better about being grounded for a while, right? ]

Edited 2015-02-10 05:51 (UTC)

Waking the Dead 2.0 || Between the Lines || Alistair and Kaz; March 2063

The night after Hikaru and Brig's bro out at his place?

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