just this once, everybody lives!

[sageprincess]

Characters: Everyone.
Setting: Anywhere.
Format: Party style.
Summary: Post-Ex Machina catch-all mingle.
Warnings: See individual threads.

[After a long, drawn out battle, the infiltration team returns to the residential portion of the Tower, weary, battered... but victorious. Some catching up is in order.]

Comments

[oathshackledbird]

[She doesn't have to say it. Diarmuid is very aware of the fact he believes the same way. That is why he smiles somewhat sheepishly.]

Perhaps it is part of coming from the world and time we did? We just see things differently and when the modern world tries to show us we are wrong, our heads are too thick to allow us to change easily.

Unfortunately, those thick heads tend to get us into trouble more often than not...

[irreverence]

[Oh, well that's something of a relief. Still, she nods slightly, hands settling on her hips.]

It might be, honestly. Adaptation is difficult sometimes, no matter how hard you try at it. Unfamiliar concepts are... well. Accepting things that run counter to the way you've always thought about things takes some doing.

[Another shrug.]

Not like you guys are deliberately thickheaded.

...most of the time, at least.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid's smile becomes more real and he laughs.]

I think you intended that as a compliment so I am going to take it as one. Thank you.

[He takes a moment to look around the room to see if his brother has happened to show up while they were talking, but still doesn't see him.]

I suppose I better let you get to checking just in case he is back at the room bleeding all over the bed...

[irreverence]

You know me, can't be straightforward about a damn thing.

[She laughs quietly, tilting her head at him slightly. She takes the chance she's given though, and nods, looking out over the room, cloneblades briefly gleaming.]

I shouldn't be too long.

[She raises her hand in a wave and then wanders into the crowd, her small frame soon lost amid the crowd of others.]