[ i had such grand plans of tagging you last night
anyway. as you might expect, it doesn't take long for strohl to find his way to vi - when he spots her across the way, there's a little perk emotion, and he slides into the seat beside her with ease, glancing at the drink but not saying anything about it for now.
his own emotions are sort of the same - anticipatory, a little anxious, but otherwise relatively settled. and warm, too, with her company. ]
Thanks. A fine acquisition for my portfolio, if I'm honest. [ could you sound any more like a rich white man ] Too bad not a single person in Euchronia knows what an airport actually is.
[ he'll raise a hand for a drink of his own, and lean back a bit in his seat, pressing his shoulder against hers as he does. ]
Still. I won't say I feel completely assured, but I feel far less - unprepared, I suppose, than I did the last time we were in this position. Less anxious.
[ gives him Such a Look at all that like okay. stop sounding like a topsider.
but after a moment, she looks down at her drink, swirling it a little. ]
Odds are better this time. [ theoretically. she's keeping her expectations low, like always. her thought process goes through a couple of aborted ideas - like, if it doesn't work, i don't know what i'll do. if it doesn't work, i'll just wait, and hope for you to come get me. if it doesn't work, i'll...
silence, then: ]
Have to get rest tonight. For what we're jumping into tomorrow. If it goes right.
[ ha ha... ha.... this is not funny. but, yeah, the likelihood that they get out of whatever plane that magically transports them somewhere and strohl immediately resumes falling to his death is guaranteed.
still, he's got vi coming, now. they'd promised, a few weeks ago - she'd promised, made her convictions, that she'd have his back, and there's a resonating sense of trust with the apprehension, the knowledge that yes, vi has his back, so he's going to be fine. he'll take a drink after that dry quip, though, and nods at her glass. ]
Means don't hit that too much. [ though there's not a scold in it. ] Need you in tip-top shape the moment we step free.
[ the words carry confidence - so too do his emotions. i trust you. you have my back. we're going to make this work. ]
[ immediately reaches to flick the side of his head at the first bit. nyeh.
but. when he nods at her glass, she takes one more sip - and then pushes it away from her, across the bar. out of reach. for a long moment, she just stares at it. there's still liquid in it. she could've chugged the rest. but she didn't. instead, she hunches over the bar, arms folded, chin resting on top of her arms.
silence, for a moment. ]
I promised.
[ is all. she promised she'd be there, that she'd do whatever it took. and there's still something soft and grieving in her - she's still mourning the life she's leaving, a little. but it's okay. she can't picture doing anything else, at this point. ]
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anyway. as you might expect, it doesn't take long for strohl to find his way to vi - when he spots her across the way, there's a little perk emotion, and he slides into the seat beside her with ease, glancing at the drink but not saying anything about it for now.
his own emotions are sort of the same - anticipatory, a little anxious, but otherwise relatively settled. and warm, too, with her company. ]
One last hurdle to get over, eh?
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The waiting kills me.
[ grumbles. but. it's okay. she's trying to have some measure of hope. trying. it's not going well but she's trying!! ]
Congratulations on your airport or whatever.
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Thanks. A fine acquisition for my portfolio, if I'm honest. [ could you sound any more like a rich white man ] Too bad not a single person in Euchronia knows what an airport actually is.
[ he'll raise a hand for a drink of his own, and lean back a bit in his seat, pressing his shoulder against hers as he does. ]
Still. I won't say I feel completely assured, but I feel far less - unprepared, I suppose, than I did the last time we were in this position. Less anxious.
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but after a moment, she looks down at her drink, swirling it a little. ]
Odds are better this time. [ theoretically. she's keeping her expectations low, like always. her thought process goes through a couple of aborted ideas - like, if it doesn't work, i don't know what i'll do. if it doesn't work, i'll just wait, and hope for you to come get me. if it doesn't work, i'll...
silence, then: ]
Have to get rest tonight. For what we're jumping into tomorrow. If it goes right.
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[ ha ha... ha.... this is not funny. but, yeah, the likelihood that they get out of whatever plane that magically transports them somewhere and strohl immediately resumes falling to his death is guaranteed.
still, he's got vi coming, now. they'd promised, a few weeks ago - she'd promised, made her convictions, that she'd have his back, and there's a resonating sense of trust with the apprehension, the knowledge that yes, vi has his back, so he's going to be fine. he'll take a drink after that dry quip, though, and nods at her glass. ]
Means don't hit that too much. [ though there's not a scold in it. ] Need you in tip-top shape the moment we step free.
[ the words carry confidence - so too do his emotions. i trust you. you have my back. we're going to make this work. ]
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but. when he nods at her glass, she takes one more sip - and then pushes it away from her, across the bar. out of reach. for a long moment, she just stares at it. there's still liquid in it. she could've chugged the rest. but she didn't. instead, she hunches over the bar, arms folded, chin resting on top of her arms.
silence, for a moment. ]
I promised.
[ is all. she promised she'd be there, that she'd do whatever it took. and there's still something soft and grieving in her - she's still mourning the life she's leaving, a little. but it's okay. she can't picture doing anything else, at this point. ]