I have a dream that I want to fulfill with you...

[tsugomori]

[ Well, that was an extraordinary trial to have... it was certainly filled with many things that wouldn't be lost to the memory of most, even for weeks to come. Although, the return to "normalcy" could be something that wouldn't seem like it was wanted, it was better than the alternative to returning to anything at all.

With ease, Mikazuki find himself setting up the usual party in the usual place-- that would be the library of course. Notes have been slipped underneath the doors of others, or hung up on the walls to alert them of this post-trial "celebration" -- which was more like a get-together of some sorts now than a real party. ]


Please join us in the library again. Of course, food and drink will be provided.

- Mikazuki, Orihime, Hanyuu, & Estelle

[ The food and drink has been set out, what with there being tea, vichyssoise, cream puffs, and fish for everyone to enjoy. ]

Comments

[plegia]

Perhaps I'll look into it when I return home!

[No guarantees, though. He does have a country to run and revenge to get, after all!!]

[deofoled]

[ Nod.

Oh, right he knew he came over to talk to Gangrel for something.]

Did you like the cookies?

[plegia]

Of course I did! Your cooking is excellent!

[and he is here for all things sweet]

[deofoled]

[ There's a very small smile here!]

I'm glad you liked them. Do you know what you want me to make you for next week?

[plegia]

No idea. Probably something sweet, but...

[mnnngh]

I should probably avoid eating sweets all the time.

[deofoled]

I eat sweets all the time.

[ And look at how skinny he is, clearly it's fine.]

[plegia]

You're also a demon.

[IF ONLY HE WAS A DEMON...!!!]

[deofoled]

What's that got to do with it?

[plegia]

You probably don't have the same problems humans do, right? I can't imagine you getting fat.

[deofoled]

Demons can get fat.

[plegia]

Really? That's... Well, I can't imagine it happening to you.

[deofoled]

[ Nods.]

I don't think it would, I always eat a lot.

[plegia]

You're very lucky.

[and he's super jealous??? oh my god]

[deofoled]

Lucky? Is that what it is?

[plegia]

...Well, I don't know. It's possible it's luck, but it's entirely possible that's just part of how you are, I suppose.

[how's your luck stat look, killia]

[deofoled]

[ Well all his stats are above average, because protag.]

Oh, you mean because I'm a dragonewt?

[plegia]

...What is a dragonewt?

[???????????????????]

[deofoled]

That's the species of demon I am. [ Flares out his wings helpfully.]

[plegia]

Oh, I suppose it makes sense that there are different kinds of demons. What makes you different from the others? Besides the wings, presumably...?

[He tilts his head to indicate said wings.]

[deofoled]

Temperatures-- hot or cold, don't really bother us. [ Maybe that explains why Killia has what barely qualifies as a shirt on.]

Our scales, too. [...and that explains the rest because he points to the couple of scales on his chest which link to his half jacket. Yeah, they somehow work together because Disgaea anatomy.]

[plegia]

That's convenient. The desert heat is nearly unbearable, and I grew up in it!

[plegia sucks why does anyone live there]

[deofoled]

I prefer the cold, it's what I grew up in.

[ Opposites, huh.]

[plegia]

Oh really? So what's it like where you're from?

[deofoled]

[ He walked himself into that one, didn't he. The shift in his demeanor is pretty apparent and he goes rigid.]

...it was an icy wasteland where if you didn't kill, you'd get killed.

[plegia]

[Bad topic, huh.]

Plegia's a desert - we're actually on the coast, but I've never been to the ocean. The rest of the country is dry and arid; we have difficulty growing crops so we rely mostly on trade. We're a rich country, but that wealth isn't spread to everyone. I grew up in poverty and worked my way to where I am now!

[The best way to completely ignore all that is a distraction!! And Gangrel sure does love talking about himself so there! You're welcome!!]